#Keys is quite a common nickname for me

[kieshartzishere]

HI!!!

I’m Kish! And you can call me Kish! Or don’t, none of my business!

Nice to meet you!

Some also call me Kiesh, but to save the confusion, call me Kiesha.

[coffeetank]

Writing ROMANTIC TENSION!

When you're writing romance, you need to have TENSION. Your characters need to pull your readers into the story with not just their dialogues, but also their chemistry. What is tension, you ask? It's quite simple. When two people are attracted to each other, or like each other, or are in love with each other, it causes a certain shift in the air. When these two people come together, they seem to outshine everyone else in the room and make it just about themselves (in a good way ofc). This shift in the air which hooks you into the scene is called tension. The chemistry that your main characters carry, will infact carry the whole story --- if you're writing romance, i.e.

How do you write this romantic tension? Well, as someone who's been writing romance for 4 years now, here's a few things I do to show the chemistry between my characters.

Show, don't tell: This is probably the most common advice you'll ever receive. And spoiler alert: IT IS TRUE. Any scene that includes an emotion will require you to show it, visualise it for the crowd instead of just writing it down. Romance, love, is a sensitive emotion. The readers need to SEE it happening, instead of just reading about it. Eye contact, long stares, switching their gaze from the eyes to the lips & back to the eyes, coming close for a few seconds, banter-turned-flirting are some ways you can show the chemistry.

Intimacy is key: Proximity. Closeness. Coming together. Put your characters in situations where they have to work together. Show their differences/similarities in handling tasks and make them argue or slightly quarrel if there's any differences and show them rejoicing if there's an agreement. Intimacy lies in more than just the body, bring out a quality in your characters, preferably a good one, in your characters when they're together. Make that quality their strong suit that drives them closer.

Words are sexy: Dialogues can create tension better than anything else (in my opinion). Notice how every time your ships/pairings are bantering, one of them ends up saying something sexual or romantic in a frisky way and we end up blushing like crazy? Yep, that's the goal. We absolutely love it when the guy says "oh yeah?" or ends up calling the girl a cute nickname while bantering. Dialogues can reach out to readers in a more personal way because they are the direct interactions between your characters. Make your OTP interact and have fun (pun intended!)

Add restraint: Sometimes, when the characters are almost about to kiss and someone interrupts them, we feel like throwing the book away. But at the same time, we want more because we want to see our characters kiss, or confess, or even get down dirty ;). You have put your characters in each other's close proximities, given them a driving force and added a razzle-dazzle with the dialogues and flirting! Yet, something is missing and the romance feels too....predictable? Put a constraint. This is especially important for slowburns. Personally, I love me a slowburn - it creates higher tension, emphasises on a foundation between characters and makes the kiss/confession/sex even more hot (again, my opinion). I suggest, a hint of a barrier won't do any harm. When you've reached the level of tension where it's normal for your characters to kiss or make-out, your readers are more focused than ever. Adding a restraint will make them crave the romance more and hence, stay hooked into the story. HOWEVER, DON'T STALL THE PROJECT. Just because your characters got interrupted in chapter 7 doesn't mean they can't kiss till chapter 15 or something. If they don't kiss in this chapter, they kiss after maybe 2-3 more chapters. You want to delay the romance only by a tad bit, so that your readers are still interested.

That's all I have for today! I hope these help you guys! - ashlee.

[blazingstaro]

Here's my little side AU!

It's not a serious story like Dreams of the Stars, and just something of my own for funsies! I don't intend to make a series of this, more-so just little drawings or mini comics every now and then. DotS is my main AU and comic series still!

This is my SkyCotL Mago AU, and it's a mix of different types of AUs in one. Genderbend? You got it. Roleswap? Absolutely! There's also a personality swap between characters, and what-if scenarios all jammed into one Kirby AU set in a noir/spacepunk + 30s-60s swing era

It's a lot of what-ifs put into fruition while having SkyCotL on the side! It's wholesome, adorable, and really sweet! No serious angst in this (for now), but some heartfelt troubles and such. Absolutely a comfort AU LOL

So here's the whole gang together! Not everyone's roles are swapped, I'll say— it's a mixed bag of this that and whatever because whoever said you had to stick to one particular thing in a swap-type AU HEHEHE

Quick look lore/info on each individual below:

Allow me to tell you a bit about each individual here, starting with our lead, Skye:

The Magolor of this Magoverse flavored AU, this is Magoloria— a rising star from Floralia. She sings, she dances, she's quite the hit for tons of musical shows across the galaxy! Fashionable, fun, and cute as a button, Skye is a pure-hearted and humble gal. She's a young adult for her species!

Both a genderbend and a personality swap! Her personality is swapped with Joronia's (pre-Sectonia). She's as sweet as can be, and enjoys making herself feel pretty with a vast wardrobe of outfits and costumes. Her taste in fashion is impeccable.

The events of Return to Dreamland occur quite a bit differently for Skye, but I'll save that for another post! But the main premise is that following a decisive battle, hopelessly possessed by the Master Crown's evil, Skye and the shattered Master Crown are spirited away to the decaying Kingdom of Sky (hence her nickname), a land time forgot. The power-drained mage must travel across the realms to reclaim her lost powers, which fell into the hands of the sleeping Elder spirits.

Here's Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee! Their roles remain unchanged, but their personalities have swapped! Bandee is confident and outgoing, whereas Kirby's a bit less confident, but aspires to be great— despite the fact that he's the most powerful of the group and constantly Popstar's savior. He and Bandee are besties, like brothers!

King Malcom "Meta" Knytte, the presiding king of Dream Land! He's both role-swapped with Dedede, and his personality is swapped with Taranza. He's got the personality of a sopping wet kitten, but is low-key one of the most devastating warriors Dream Land has to offer. His Galaxia's design is more of the anime's than the games because good god I am not drawing the same Galaxia for two different AUs

King Malcolm is a great whistler and plays the piano, but has crippling stage fright. He owns a venue within his kingdom, which has been host to Skye's shows in recent years. He secretly mans backstage in disguise, so commoners won't recognize him (but it's somewhat obvious who he is). Rumor has it, he has an eye for one of the performers, and is secretly in love...

Sir Dedede of Dream Land! He serves the Kingdom of Dream Land. As it's quite obvious, he's role-swapped and personality swapped with Meta Knight, though there's still a sliver of King Dedede's original ego/pride in this guy. He's aloof, something of a loner, and doesn't talk much, but he has a tendency to take aspiring warriors under his wing. His latest apprentice is Bandana Waddle Dee, who serves under King Malcolm too!

And finally, the lovely couple— King Taranza and Queen Joronia! This is half a role-swap and a whole personality swap. Taranza's personality is swapped with Magolor, and Joronia has a partial of Dedede's personality, but stands alone on her own as well. Taranza also takes on Magolor's role as Manager of a theme park.

Though married for centuries, Taranza and Joronia are still in their honeymoon phase, madly in love and have profound crushes on each other!

The two have made their kingdom into an entertainment capital this side of the galaxy, bringing all walks of life onto Popstar to see a wide variety of shows! From circus acts, to live musical performances, and thrilling carnival rides and games, you name it, they got it!

This spicy pair act as parental figures for Skye, and took her under their wing when she was a lone, young girl selling papers to make do

AND THAT IS ALL FOR NOW! Just a basic look at everyone! I'll do more thorough info-posts later on 'em throughout the week 💜

[tsarinatorment]

Riordanverse: Gods and Mortals and Nicknames

So I wrote this in response to another post but it was kinda tangential so I’m gonna just slap it down as its own thing, too.  Very rough and ready because I’m tired and have no free time at the moment, but if people are interested (and I can find time), I can absolutely try and tidy this up at some point!  I believe it was @fearlessinger I originally breached this topic with some time back in the toa discord but there were probably a few others lurking as well...

But anyway: Gods and Mortals and Nicknames!

Specifically, the way that the gods never canonically shorten each other’s names, or use anything less than a full name (barring Dionysus’ chronic inability to say most demigods’ names correctly) to refer to each other and the demigods (with one glaring exception which I’ll get onto in a sec).

It almost reads as though there’s an etiquette there, that using their full name is a mark of respect - that you acknowledge their power and you’re not belittling it by bestowing some sort of pet name/nickname - and it’s interesting to me that they keep that up with the demigods (who we know they envy, thanks to Apollo dropping that little truth in his narration, and are of course the major source of their own worship and therefore power in the modern day).  A key example here, and the one that contradicts fanon the most, is the fact that Apollo never, ever, calls Artemis anything other than “Artemis” or some variant of “sister” (titles being the alternative to using a full name, eg. “father” when they’re not trying to get Zeus’ attention!).  There is no Arty or any other typical shortening one might expect from a twin.

That’s completely different to how a lot of (Western, I’m British and that’s the culture I can speak for; I won’t make assumptions on others) mortals view names; nicknames/pet names are very common when you’re close with someone and like someone. And we see it with several of the main characters:

Percy, of course, is the prime example.  We all know it’s short for Perseus and we all know that Percy never, ever, goes by Perseus.  He doesn’t like it when people call him that (and maybe that’s because it sounds a bit pretentious, or because Perseus is too much the shadow of his predecessor rather than him), and the only time people call him that is gods or monsters, or when he’s in trouble/people are intentionally trying to rile him.

Nico is another one, and one I didn’t realise about at all until THO, when Apollo refers to him as Nicholas.  Honestly, I thought Nico was his full name until then, but I’ve been informed by someone with a far greater understanding of Italian names than I that Nicholas makes more sense as his full name than Nico, so there we have it.

Meg, leaning into TOA because that’s where this is going to go, is a third; she refuses to be called Margaret under any circumstances and if she got her way, no-one would even know Meg wasn’t her full name.

Will isn’t a main character (much to my ongoing disappointment), but we got canon confirmation that his full name is William, and yet it’s never used except when people close to him do that good old Full Naming Thing when they’re fake-mad.

Which leads me off to my point about names and etiquette and Apollo, our god who loves humanity and quite frankly, understands and respects humanity better than the rest of the gods (and yes, even pre-TOA but I’m not getting into that rn) so it makes sense that he might be willing to switch which etiquette he’s using depending on if he’s talking with/about mortals rather than gods.

Because Apollo calls Percy “Perseus”… but only sometimes, when he’s being a bit of a little shit because especially at the start of TOA, Apollo was really laying that facade on thick, lbr.  Otherwise, unlike literally every other god, he calls him Percy - Percy’s preferred name.  With Nico, Nico told him “it’s Nico”, and Apollo immediately switched to that, his preferred name, without hesitation.  Meg, when asked, did give her full name but also made it clear that she hates it, and Apollo never used it.

And of course, there’s Will, Apollo’s beloved son, who he calls Will right from the start of THO, completely bucking the trend of full names unless requested otherwise, and being a lovely beacon of “Apollo and Will had enough interactions pre-BOO for Apollo to know Will’s preferred form of address and default to it when he’s mortal and half-conscious and very groggy to the point he barely recognises his own son - yet still uses his preferred name and not his full name”.

Dionysus, as mentioned earlier, can also buck the trend, but it seems to be much rarer, and with good reason - unlike Apollo, who gladly gets attached to mortals over and over and over again, he doesn’t want to get attached, so he distances himself with fake names most of the time (but uses full names when he does use them… except with Nico and Will, who are the only two demigods I can think of off the top of my head that Dionysus refers to by name (and nickname, no less) in every appearance he has with them.  With Nico, I assume this is because of the therapy sessions and the way that he’s chosen to get close to him for some reason.  Slightly less clear with Will, but considering it was from Apollo’s pov and therefore Apollo was there, I am fond of (and amused by) the idea that Dionysus knows better than to mess up Apollo’s kids names when his brother is there and will go all papa bear on him for getting it wrong.  Maybe he calls him other names when Apollo isn’t in earshot, who knows…

[sapphicdib]

Excuse me?? Go on?? I wanna know about those headcanons

Also i appreciate bringing my by now old art back to light ^^

OHHH U WANT HEADCANONS?? [cracks knuckles]

(also ofc dude! u shld thank @/creaturevoiddweller for putting it on my dash tho hehe)

ANYWAYS THE HCS UR DRAWING SPECIFICALLY LINED UP WITH ARE:

Moon being taller/generally bigger than Sig…normally i’m not feral over height differences but god theirs drives me insane

Moon loving the stars. I feel like after her collapse, they were one of the few things that brought her comfort. Within canon I’m pretty sure you can see the stars even during the day (they’re green too!! super cool) so she loves to study them and their movements. The rare occasions when the rain comes after night falls are her favorites, being able to see them more clearly in the dark always excites her. Going on a lil stargazing date would probably melt her heart !!

Sig being fucking whipped for Moon 😭 this is a fucking given but him being distracted and at Moon instead of the sky because she considers her prettier than even the starts makes me. AUGH.

(More general hcs below the cut so this post doesn’t become a million miles long)

Sig learns to knit and makes Moon a scarf and a couple cloaks after her collapse. He actually has a lot of hobbies because he doesn’t think the great problem is solvable, nor does he really care to solve it anyways. He even says he’s got “nothing better to do with my time” when Suns asks him if he’s going to purpose another messenger. Meanwhile Suns says “you have two options, do nothing or work like you’re supposed to” in terms of what to do with your time.

Moon loves picking Sig up/holding her/generally grabbing her n throwing her around because she’s actually quite strong and Sig is smaller than her. Sig does not mind in the slightest.

They’re both interested in bioengineering. Sig more so, but Moon mentons Rivulet’s interesting adaptations and knows a lot about the flora and fauna of the world. I think they bonded over this quite a bit.

Speaking of, Sig was also a more medical-oriented facility. Pebbles mentions that he “was not a medical facility even when the equipment was functioning” to hunter, so the iterators may have had more specialized niches as the generations went on. Therefore, she becomes the sort of defacto “puppet-doctor” of the local group, helping to fix things like broken joints or umbilicals after the ancients disappear. Also just the slag reset keys in general. I have a drawing about this I’m finishing soon so watch out for that hehe

Moon’s kindness absolutely rubbed off on Sig. When he first got put online, she interacted with him a lot as his personality core was still developing, and he picked up on some of her traits. In terms of age I see their group as Moon and Suns (gen 1), Sig and Chasing Wind (mid gen) and Unparalleled Innocence and Pebbles (final gen).

SIG TEACHING MOON STUPID GAMER LINGO AND UWU SPEAK CAUSES A DISASTER IN THE LOCAL GROUP CHATS. The first time she says “poggers” sends everyone into an uproar and Sig gets multiple DMs being like “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.”. Sig thinks it’s the funniest shit in the world.

Moon is a lesbian, Sig is a bisexual gender-fluid disaster. I’m sure you can tell from my rambles I use he/she/they/it pronouns for her.

Moon’s nickname for Sig is “doll”. “Little thing” is also a common one, since Sig jokes that his gender is just “thingy”.

I can’t think of any more but thank you so much for the ask!! I love these two so fucking much and getting to ramble about them makes me so happy, especially because I’m absolutely suffering on my period rn and it distracted me from the pain. I love ur art sm!!!!

[vivvvy]

I know i’m not the only one.

harry potter x !fem reader

⚠️: not really any warnings, angst, cheating, slapping.

Summary: While getting ready for bed in her dorm, y/n receives news from a certain someone that harry is cheating on her. (also this is not proofread.)

this is my first post! (and angst) please tell me if this is good.

may or may have not added 2 euphoria references haha

today was a very long day. between OWLS, dealing with Umbridge, and having an insane amount of homework, I barely had time for myself. thanks to Hermione, i was able to get help with homework so i finished it earlier, but that was a couple of hours ago. after I finished everything, I went shopping for a bit to calm myself down before finally returning at my dorm. I grab my keys and I put it in the lock. when I had gotten in there, though, Cho and Hermione were in my room.

“merlin- what the hell are you doing here?” I say to the girls, both mad and concerned in why they had gotten into my dorm.

“We have something to tell you.. it’s quite serious actually,-“ hermione said before being cut off by cho

“you may want to sit down. it’s about me and harry.” cho responded in a guilty tone, like something bad had happened.

confused and filled with worry, i sat down. then i thought of the worst, harry and cho were dating? or maybe he had broken up with me?

“do you want to tell her or should i?” hermione whispers to cho, and she just nods.

“harry kissed me after our meeting in the room of requirement. he’s also been cheating on you with me.” cho told me, looking down at the floor.

at first, i laughed. then i took it seriously.

“you’ve got to be kidding me.” i said, my voice filled with anger, instead of sadness.

cho just stood there, still looking down.

“how long had this been going on?” i ask, my patience growing thin.

“since we first started the lessons with harry.”

i turned to hermione, now i was mad.

“and you knew about this and didn’t tell me?”

she stood there. all she did was stand there unresponsive.

cho was now crying. she was fucking crying.

“oh you’re fucking crying? you’re crying? you are the most idiotic person i have ever fucking met, you kissed my boyfriend and you’re fucking crying?”

i left the room. i could not be in the same room with a girl who knew that a boy was in a relationship, yet still ruined that relationship.

i made my way to the gryffindor tower. i was so angry that i was crying, yet i should not be crying over a boy who cheated on a girl simply because be was fooled. i will not let myself be embarrassed like this.

i finally got to the painting with the fat lady. i didn’t know the password since i was a hufflepuff, but i angrily knocked. to my surprise, someone opened the door. harry.

“oh, hi y/n! how are you?”

“don’t you dare act like everything is okay. i know about you and cho, i know you kissed her, i know you were messing with her. what the fuck is wrong with you? i treat you great, i try to be an amazing girlfriend, and this is what i get in return? you didn’t even tell me. cho and hermione had to tell me after i had gotten back from shopping.” i was getting close to him, tears were streaming down my face. these were not sad tears, however they were angry ones.

people in the common room overheard and were now watching. three of then i had recognized as the weasley twins and their little brother, ron. and boy were they shocked.

our relationship had seen like the most perfect thing. we would get each other gifts, call each other nicknames that were corny, watched movies, baked together, and did so much more. yet he chose to throw it all away for a girl who cries when she ruins someones relationship.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” that’s all he said. three words, and that was it.

“oh you’re sorry? you’re sorry? you think a lame ass apology is going to fix this?” i shout, the people around us watching as we fight.

“what more do you want me to say?”

“maybe saying sorry like you actually fucking mean it? and also, a sorry isn’t going to fix what we had. everything was perfect, we were a great couple! yet you threw that away.” i yell, but now i’m not crying. i’m yelling.

“can we still be together, though?”

that set me off. everyone was not watching us, more people coming down from their dorms. then i finally did it. i slapped him.

“oh shit!“ someone said. others gasped.

“i got to say, potter, i’ve had a lot if regrets, but meeting you is at the top of my list.”

he finally takes the hint. now he knows that we will no longer be seeing each other. that on saturdays, we won’t study together. on wednesday nights, we won’t bake chocolate chip cookies or sit by the fire drinking hot chocolate. and we most certainly will never, and i mean never, be back together again.

“i love you, y/n.”

i laugh, and turn to look at him one last time.

“don’t you dare say you love me.”

[mirza-majoris]

Chapter 4 : Train trip

The compartment of the wagon was oddly silent. Well, in fact, neither Ray, nor Leon nor Hershel had anything to say. Or rather they wanted to say a lot of things but they didn't dare to, mostly because they didn't know where to begin.

Hershel was still wondering how Ray had managed to got them a compartment without any reservation, but deep down he already had the beginning of an answer, and it was not all about being legal. For now, and because he hadn't slept very well during the previous night, he was sleeping on the bench seat, with his father's own coat to keep him warm and cosy, after having watched the landscape running outside for quite some time.

Leon was staring at the Scottish man, sitting next to his son and making sure his plushy wasn't going to fall from his son's embrace. His eyes were more tired than before and he had crossed his arms, not ready to let any emotion pierce again through his face. He was thankful indeed, because without him they would be taken to the Nest already, but he was also very distant and worried, because it wasn't common to know Targent, and less common was Ray's abilities. Leon had been trapped in this bloody tower for weeks with his wife and, even if he hated to admit it, Targent's soldiers were good. Very good. And from what he had understood when they quickly got a few explanations while waiting for the train, Ray put four of them to sleep with no apparent difficulties, which was... almost impossible. And the man who was aiming at him seemed to know him well, and to be afraid of him too.

–Are ye goin' to stare at me like this for long, sassenach ?

Leon jolted. Ray didn't even looked at him, he was still looking at the fields, behind the window, and he knew perfectly well what Bronev was thinking in this instant. And in fact, the English archaeologist sighed and looked away.

–Stop calling me that.

Ray smiled a bit.

–Calling ye what ?

–That thing, "sasnar". What does it even mean ?

The man in the leather jacket chuckled and rolled his eyes before looking at the English man. His eyes were tired indeed but he refused to sleep, to have an eye on his son and to have an eye on him too.

–"Sassenach", it means "stranger". Or "English". To Scots, it's the same. Also, A think this name suits ye well since A'm sure ye're English at least. "Nikolaï" huh ?

Leon's face grew more serious and his eyes were almost as cold as a statue in the middle of a winter storm. This was a very sensitive topic indeed but they had to talk about it, or else their alliance was meant to end quickly. Judging by the man's willingness to protect Hershel, and how he looked at him, he had principles and a moral code, and he seemed reliable regarding Targent and his hatred toward this terrorist organisation.

–You heard him, huh...

–Leon Bronev, the famous Azran expert. Ye disappeared from a li'le village near Stansbury with yer wife, 2 years ago. And ye are one of the very few people to have escaped Targent.

Ray paused and stared at Leon who was livid and pulling his son closer from his side, as to protect him from an invisible menace. The Scottish man sighed and looked back through the window.

–Sorey...

–To anyone else, I'm Nikolaï Sycamore and he's my son Desmond. As for you, I'm still concerned about my son's safety since tonight you were clearly out of these agents' league. "Ray", seriously ? That's merely a nickname.

He smiled a bit, bitter, and sighed. This situation was really awkward and making them both uncomfortable but they had to adress the issue because it was the key to build a mere sense of confidence. However, the other man seemed to brush off the idea of talking about his name and focused back on a more important topic.

–Ye're not bad either. Nice hook, by the way.

–Thanks but... you're avoiding the topic. Why are you helping us ? You could've let us go on our own and then go on your own as well.

That question wasn't surprising, and somehow Ray was waiting for it. But even if he was prepared to hear it, he had no answer which would be satisfying enough to give to the archaeologist. This was his sensitive topic, the one he wasn't comfortable with, because the answer was also very unsatisfying for him as well.

–I... made some very questionable choices in the past... and...

He paused for a few seconds and stared at Hershel, or rather Desmond, who was sleeping under the coat and close to his father, before looking away again. In his eyes, Leon was certain to have spotted some guilt.

–Let's just say that I seek redemption... for the people I hurt. And I hope I'll achieve it someday...

Another long and heavy silence. Leon observed the man sitting in front of him with curiosity and yet with the clear impression that he was trying to hide the elephant in the room. And it was working rather well indeed since he had no idea what it could be. But the voice and the eyes of that strange Scottish biker were everything but full of lies. Deep inside, the English archaeologist knew his newly found ally was truly trying to make amend for something that happened in his life.

Ray sighed again but his dark eyes stared at Leon for some time before he finally decided to keep going.

–The past, A don't care. Ye want to be called Nikolaï, A'll call ye Nikolaï, same for yer boy, A'll call him Desmond. But for now... we need to head to somewhere safe. And nowhere will be, unless we put as much distance as possible between us and them.

Leon sighed again and kept his son close while looking outside. The sky was slowly starting to be covered with grey clouds and the air seemed to get colder. Judging by the direction the train took, and by the fact that they needed to head far away from London, they were probably heading north.

To break a bit with the heavy topic, Leon focused back on a lighter matter.

–You're wrong though. I'm not entirely English.

Ray raised an eyebrow. Leon rolled his eyes a bit playfully.

–My father was from Saint Petersburg.

Both men looked at each other before chuckling a bit, to ease a bit that pression that had been concentrated for a few hours now. Ray couldn't believe it.

–Ye're English AND Russian, fer God's sake !

–Da ! Now hush, you'll wake my son up...!

But the more he was thinking about it and the more they both wanted to laugh because that sounded like something absolutely uninteresting and yet oddly funny in this particular context. Ray shook his head and kept going.

–Well, as fer me, A owe ye the truth... Me real name's Raymond and I hate it.

–Oh... it explains a few things.

–Is that so ?

–...In fact no, it's just so... so not Scottish-sounding. Sounds like a French waiter at the Ritz.

They both began to laugh again after a glare from the Scottish man. This sounded rather strange to Leon, to hear himself laugh, because it had been weeks since the last time he truly was able to release all that stress. However, they had to come back to focusing on serious matters.

–I see... But it will still be rather risky and probably hard since being a single father with a young son is rather tough these days.

–We could... be roomates ? Flatmates ? A dunno, what do ye call two people livin' together and both paying the rent ?

If there was any kind of idea that was supposed to be crossing Leon's mind right now, it was certainly not this one ! In fact, this sounded so uncommon and unpredictable that he lost an instant to stare, his mouth wide opened and his eyes round and more round even.

–I beg your pardon ?

Ray raised and eyebrow and his shoulders.

–What ? Can't we somehow make it work ? A'm broke, A can't afford to live in a house by meself. And ye can't take good care of yer boy without an ally. It doesn't sound so crazy to me.

Leon stared at the man, his face, his eyes, his leather jacket, his position on the bench -quite relaxed, occupying the space he had- and his attitude until now and suddenly he began to laugh a bit, and the more he was thinking of the man as a "normal man doing normal things in a normal house", he couldn't help but to laugh a bit louder. This was enough for Desmond to yawn a little and open one eye, then the other, and looking at both adults who seemed to have been discussing important matter during his little nap.

–Hmm ?... Dad, why are you laughing ?

–F-For nothing, ahaha ! No, truly, don't worry, don't worry my boy... ahaha !... it's just that, oh god, Ray here just-

–What ? Is it so insane ?!

Desmond looked at both the men with a confused frown, waiting for an answer to his interrogation, and also rather surprised to hear his father laughing. Raymond sighed and shook his head while explaining a bit more what they were talking about a few minutes ago.

–We were talking about livin' together.

–Wait-what ?!

The little high-pitched voice of the boy was enough to make Leo laugh again, even though Desmond was, after this moment of blunt surprise, was seriously pondering the idea. It was risky, for sure, but at least they were together in this awful situation and they could possibly make it work. His little mind was way too serious sometimes and it was now one of these times.

–Well, it all depends on where we are going to move in... also, I doubt I can still be doing homeschooling. I love you dad but... you always tell me it's better to find knowledge everywhere rather than taking it always from the same source.

His father stopped laughing, opened his mouth with the intention to say something, but in the end he just closed it and mumbled something before sighing.

–That's... true, but... you know we have to be discrete.

Raymond thought it was his time to intervene.

–Neh, don't worry sassenach, ye're not goin' to be spotted where we're headin' !

–Oh, that's true... Where is this train going ?

–To Dingwall. It's a li'le town near Iverness, north Scotland. Targent is never goin' to come here, they wont suspect ye're hidin' with me.

Leon looked at the weather. Yup, typical Scottish weather coming ahead.

–I should've guessed. It's raining, in Dingwall, I guess ?

Raymond stared at Leon for a good minte long anf took a deep breath, trying to stop his tongue from being bitchy, but he couldn't help it.

–Of course it's raining ! Where do ye think Scotland is ? The freaking Pyrenees ?

–Language !

The archaeologist snapped before rolling his eyes and sighed once again.

–Why Dingwall ?

–Because A know where to find a house fer us three.

–A house ? Whose house ?

That was surprisingly... quick. There's no way he had been able to look for a house so soon so here it was, the elephant in the room. At this one too, Ray seemed a bit awkward and he muttered something no one heard correctly. Leon frowned.

–I beg your pardon ?

–... me mom's...

He muttered while blushing and looking away. Desmond and Leon looked at each other and then stared back at the Scottish man.

–.... what ?!

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[ailogomakerr]

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[nonsenuser]

all the presidents men....

I rewatched the movie about a week ago, started and read about half of the book, and just finished rewatching it again. I am just so enthralled and enamoured by the filmmaking, performances and the SCRIPT!!!! what a beautiful gorgeous funny smart and to the point script. its so punchy, it gets u there, theres so many lines of dialogue that you cannot believe are real (BUT THEY ARE!!! "i have a wife and a family and a dog and a cat!!!" you really cannot make that stuff up)

and forget that there are just some hilariously absurd details, like wdym one of woodwards key men for inside scoop was nicknamed "Deep Throat" which apparently was a pornographic film that came out around the time. Like a lot of cases with government investigations like these, the hush hush amongst folks is common, its depicted pretty much the same across the board. I guess whats different with this is it never overly dramatic (because they based it on real life events, so naturally it comes off as more believable) but it is interesting the story never has to embellish details to make it interesting. The dialogue is sharp enough and the audience gets carried through from lead to lead in a way that keeps it plenty engaing. I mean truthfully beneath the daunting list of names and the fact that it is (yawn, to some) American politics this scandal is so interesting!!! I mean the existence of the Canuck letter is particularly hilarious to me, i didnt quite catch the meaning of "slurred the canadians" until i looked up the canuck letter on wiki but wow. I cannot believe it

And god something about the 70s movies aesthetic.... i loved the click clack of the typewriters and the shuffling through news paper clippings, crinkling of notepads, scribbling pens, sound of the landline, you dont even need a soundtrack with all that. that IS the soundtrack, it sets the mood so perfectly. It's also just really nice to look at, the way this is shot is so beautifully (& at times, again SO SMART) Hoffman and Redford really really sell these roles, along with their cool fits and comforting voices inquiring over the phone, so weird to think that they made journalism look so cool...

#Woodstein is so good i love how these two set aside their journalistic and personal differences to meet on common ground which is their passion for this story !!!!!!!! also thinking about how they almost casted pacino to play bernstein is so interesting, and this is no insult to pacino but i do genuinely believe they casted this well in the end. apologies to me reading this tmr morning.. good night it is a little past 2 am.. and i love this movie dearly.. i can confidently coin it as The Social Network of my 20s

[yanderechuu]

Shower Thoughts

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

[3.2K]

Summary: Momo wasn’t as trustable as you had presumed.

Warning: Larceny, nonconsensual touching, masturbation

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You used to spend roughly ten minutes in the shower, only ever needing to soak your body in the water, apply shampoo and body wash before rinsing all the foam of products from your skin and scalp. Shower thoughts simply consisted of the day’s agenda or any special occurrence that had happened the past week, never really drifting off to existential questions and dark notions that would keep you from leaving the bathroom later than usual. You neither necessarily liked taking a shower nor did you dread it, as to you it was only ever a mandatory routine of the day which you handled with a neutral mind.

But now, ten minutes were already a slow thirty, and majority of the time you bothered not to move your arms to make work of your hair, or lather your skin with soap as you normally would do had it not been for the questions plaguing your mind like how your classmates would terrorize your time and space.

Right, your classmates - who would spend every hour of the day with you as if they didn’t have anything better to do. As if you were an important subject of matter next to hero training. You never appreciated it, because from the start, you did not want to have anything do to with them. They smothered and coddled you as if air wasn’t that important to you, disregarding the way you felt about personal space, how it was very significant to you. Rare were the moments of peace as a few of them were always by your side, ‘ensuring your safety’ as they would like to quote it. Why ensure your safety? You had not been a prominent figure in the sports festival, neither did you have a quirk that could be of great utility for the villains unlike Bakugou or Tokoyami. You weren’t a problem child, either. Their justification of following you around like you were some sort of high-maintenance prisoner made no sturdy sense to you.

“There’s this new package of green tea my mother had sent me this week! Would you like to try it, (y/n)?”

“Sure.”

But if you had to choose among your classmates one whom you would tolerate for the following years you’d be in U.A., that would be Yaoyorozu Momo. She was kind and considerate, often determining your feelings before you could voice it out (not that you really had the courage to, most of the time). She was organized and pristine and never had you met someone more befitting for the definition of ‘mom friend’ than her. She was perfect in nearly every way, and even though you’d have the occasional pang of jealousy at some times her perfectionism was displayed (gender envy, isn’t it, (y/n)?), she never seemed to bear mal intent, so you would let the emotions slide. You’d see the galaxy in her eyes if you would stare long enough. Her tea was best substitute for coffee, too.

You never considered her more than a very great friend, though, and to her, that was a problem.

As you sauntered your way over to your dorm with her, you shuffled your bag to take your room key buried in the side pockets. “I’ll go down in a while, but you better make sure you’re in the common room before me.”

You wouldn’t allow your classmates to take advantage of your lone self simply because Momo wasn’t there to fend them off.

“Mhm! Lemon green tea as usual, correct?”

“Yeah. Thanks again, YaoMomo.”

Your use of sotto voce tone on her nickname gave a pleasant shiver down her spine; her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head had she not restrained herself. Having been always kept to yourself, you never felt the need to adjust your volume for others to hear properly, so oftentimes your voice came out in a whisper - not that she minded, of course. You sounded more sensual that way.

“Are you going to take a while or will I have to brew tea right away?”

“Training was more strenuous than usual, and my muscles can’t seem to relax,” you explained, “so I’m going to take a quick shower.”

From your peripheral vision as you were focused on your bag to fish out the key, you saw Momo’s jaw slack upon hearing your plan to take a bath. It was odd, but you didn’t give particular attention to it when you finally took out your desired item. You failed to notice the way she abruptly settled her gaze on the key, inspecting it as if she was deliberating its shape, form, and material, and installing it to memory.

“Oh- oh!” She exclaimed. “I do remember having some body wash that help soothe muscle strains and body aches. I can hand them to you if you want.”

You shook your head, smiling lightly. “You’re too kind, YaoMomo. But I think just hot water will do for me.”

She watched as you opened the door to your room, giving her one more smile before disappearing inside and locking the door with a distinct click. As soon as you did so, she pulled the sleeve of her wrist up, developing with her body lipids a key the exact copy of the one you had held.

You certainly lied when you had said you were going to take a ‘quick’ shower. Already ten minutes into it did you only decide to sleek yourself with liquid body soap, initially absentmindedly rubbing it on your body, before you gradually got rougher with your movements and soon you found yourself scuffing your own flesh with vehement motion.

They were excessively touchy again, your classmates. Denki got too close to your face while delivering a pick-up line that made you wish you didn’t exist in order to hear it, and upon nearing you did Bakugou pull you away from him, cursing at him to buzz off. He took his time feeling up your waist - the part he used to grab you - while at it. During lunch, as you were once again coerced into joining his group to the cafeteria, Izuku refused to let go of your hand as you walked, and Uraraka as adamant with hugging you by the hips with one arm. It was what girlfriends did, she said, and you were not entirely sure whether or not she referred to that word romantically.

And if not, then did girlfriends also normally touch the parts of which you did not want to be touched on? You felt, clear as day, a bare hand resting on your thigh when you sat on your usual spot, dangerously close to lifting your skirt for everyone to see, and when you gave Hagakure’s faceless face a questioning look, she asked you what was wrong. Her uniform sleeve was literally floating on top of your lap, and still she had the gall to pretend as if she was not touching you with lacking consent. 

 You were not safe from Shoto, either, when he offered to readjust your uniform tie and you were in no place to decline (you had the right to, but they just stripped you off of it), his breath hitching in ecstasy as his fingers brushed your chest; he was, audaciously enough, not hiding his bliss. Then he rubbed your shoulders to ‘warm you up,’ when all he really intended to do was motivate his own fantasy that you were his and he was simply scenting you like some fucking alpha to his omega.

You turned no blind eye to their gesticulations. You never once found it endearing, and wished they would stop with whatever the hell this was called, because you were quite sure this was past the border of molestation and could already be rendered a form of bullying.

But not once did you consider the possibility of having a class obsessed with your quaint self.

So you supposed that until you’d find a way to deduce their idiosyncratic actions and tendencies then you would have to make do with your own bathroom as your safe space. Momo was the only classmate you could confide to, so at least she was there.

Unfortunately, you had yet to see the other side of her coin.

Because as she was just right outside your bathroom door, obsessively taking in every bit of item you owned inside your dorm room like a madman, you were left with the impression that she was all you could ever ask for in a friend. You didn’t know how she was not any better than the rest of your classmates, adoring your very existence to the extent of insanity; how she’d crave for you so often and so terribly that she’d feel herself clench when you do so much as merely spare her a glance. And you had done that a lot today - she would have to relieve herself for it.

She spotted the heap of clothes right by your bed; it became apparent that you had stripped yourself off of it before entering the bathroom and taking a shower. Walking towards it, a portion of your seamless underwear came to view, and she resisted the urge to render into a mound of horniness in order to pick it up and inspect it closely.

It was a lighter color of (s/c). A plain, simple, modest undergarment item, still it evoked a particular feeling on the bottom center of Momo’s hips. The heat came rushing along her midriff and instigated the muscle of her legs to falter, and as soon as she felt it, a hand of hers drifted past her skirt, feeling up the slick accumulated on the fabric of her own panties only with the knowledge that your panties were currently in her possession. She needed release, but you were nearly finished with your bath, and she was still inside your room.

You walked out of the shower the moment she shut the door of your bedroom. You saw it closed, but you didn’t catch the culprit.

This unnerved you to no end. Undoubtedly, you thought, this had to be one of your classmates. Who else was it supposed to be? Aizawa-sensei (...)? You had yet to know their ultimatum, but you were sure this occurrence was another one of their schemes. You had assumed that all their weird, unappreciated antics were just to get you to socialize with them, but now you didn’t understand why it had gotten to the point of entering your room without permission.

You couldn’t keep this to yourself.

So you planned to bring it up to Momo, a representative of your class and someone whom you deemed trustable enough to share it with. Quickly, you dressed into your casual indoor attire, and rushed outside your room to head to the kitchen, where you presumed she’d be in the process of making your tea. But she wasn’t there.

Instead, she was in her own room, your panties muzzled right into her face and her own fingers buried deeply inside her cunt.

“Oh- oh, god- Ah! (Y/n)!”

Oh god, your panties. Oh god, your panties. The object most intimate to your parts of intimacy, soaking every bit of womanly secretion from your genitalia. Of all the masturbation sessions she had done to the thought of you, this was the hottest. She wasn’t quite sure whether to imagine your cunt on her lips in a position of mutual cunnilingus or your fingers thrusting into her in place of hers. She wanted both.

A whine slipped past her lips. To think that moments ago, she was in the same space as you were nude. Oh, to join you in the bathroom, doing inenarrable things to each other with the use of the showerhead. To touch your skin selfishly rather than only watch as she would do during class hours.

She came with a squeal, falling face-down to bite the duvet of her large bed. Gone in her hazy mind was her promise to you of lemon green tea, and as she still basked in the pathological euphoria of getting off, you were in the common room, anxiously waiting for her return.

But just as you had expected, someone was bound to spot you alone and take this as an opportunity to be with you, and they just so happened to be-

Oh. Aoyama.

He offered you a slice of cheese with his usual grin before settling down a few feet beside you, enough to leave you be in your personal bubble. You gave him occasional glances, unwrapping the cheese from its casing and he just sat there, eating his. He was alright, you guessed - another tolerable classmate of yours next to Momo. Perhaps it was because you used to always be alone in the classroom with him during break time that you were at ease with his presence. Or maybe he just seemed so gay and that, for some reason, comforted you. One gay presence could comfort another lol.

“It’s delicious.” Your comment came out inadvertently.

“Oui. Only the best quality for the best person.” He flaunted.

You weren’t exactly sure whether he was referring to you or to himself, but you paid little attention to that as the cheese was certainly delicious; you were not lying.

“It’s odd how your chose to take a bath at this time of the day.” He spoke.

You stopped chewing.

He meant to refer to your damp hair, but having just suspected your class of breaking and entering your room, you thought otherwise.

“I-” You choked on the cheese, ending up needing to gulp it like liquid content instead of breaking it down to fit your throat. 

Immediately, he sprang up in concern, stepping over to you to gently thump you on the back. “Are you alright?”

“No- I mean- I just-!” You wheezed, occasionally having to clear your throat. You swatted his hand away from you; you hadn’t meant to appear rude, but you did. You stood up in a rush. “L-look, I have to go.”

“Don’t you want to drink water?”

“I’m- fine,”

With your words, you took off from the common room area and headed back to your room. There were two sets of emotions that mixed to form the bile in your throat. One was wrath and humiliation upon the discovery of Aoyama’s actions. The other was betrayal and confusion from Momo’s absence when she had said she’d be brewing tea for you, and it wasn’t the tea that disheartened you. She knew of your issue with the class, and if she were busy, couldn’t she have texted you a heads-up?

She shouldn’t be surprised when at the next time she saw you, you interacted with her less. Your intention to distance yourself from her was most prominent, and it didn’t help that your classmates took notice of this, because now they were taking advantage of the situation, tagging you along with them in spite of your futile attempts to decline now that Momo was nowhere to tell them off. When she’d talk to you, you would answer, though your voice was back to speaking to her like she was a stranger. 

Resentment was stronger than ruing the lack of intimacy between you two. It was as if she had received your panties in exchange for the time she’d be spending with you, oddly enough. After much deliberation, she came to realize that this was your little ‘tantrum’ after not being able to meet with her the other day. 

It was pretty cute, she thought, that you’d try and make her acknowledge the fault on her part by ignoring her.

You didn’t walk with her back to dorms as per usual that dismissal. Instead, just like what you had used to do before finding consolation in her, you walked alone, accomplishing being able to avoid your classmates as you did. By the time she reached the dorms, you were in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water to satiate your throat. She took a hold of your wrist before you went back to your room.

“(Y/n),” she pleaded, “tell me what’s wrong.”

You looked at her with a reluctant expression. Perhaps you should. After the short while that you had been hanging out with her, her presence turned into something you came to miss. You wanted her back, but not in the way she wanted you.

“I-it’s just,” you stammered out, “y-you know how I feel being alone in the common room without you. I... I’m not comfortable with our classmates when you’re not around.” She took pride in this. “I don’t take it lightly how you left me alone the other day...”

Your voice faltered out the longer you spoke.

So she was correct; you were certainly having your little ‘tantrum.’ With a guilty smile, she left your wrist to hold your hand tenderly, and suddenly it dawned upon you the feeling of whenever Bakugou held your waist, Shoto nuzzled his face on your neck or Izuku invaded your personal space.

Fear and apprehension.

Before you could preach your objection to whatever she had planned ahead for you, she dragged you along with her and you both reached her dorm room before you could comprehend where she was taking you. 

“I’ll make it up to you.” She said, making you sit on her large bed.

Then she proceeded to make you tea, boiling water with an electric kettle situated on top of her study desk; there also laid a tea set next to her three books, which you assumed were those of which would aid her in the utility of her quirk, like encyclopedias. Beside those was a piece of cloth, unfolded, unkept - a (s/c)-colored silk fabric.

Your face drained of color.

She pushed the books towards the cloth, completely obscuring it from your view and leaving the table disorganized. You knew Momo, neat and orderly as much as possible; she wouldn’t do that without reason.

Now that you thought about it, the same day someone had barged in your room, your underwear had been missing from your set of laundry garments. You spent the next whole day actively avoiding Aoyama, thinking he was the culprit to this felony. At the present moment you were reconsidering your allegation.

“U-um, Momo, I need to go-”

“Here!”

She yelled it so giddily, so uncharacteristically, as she pushed the cup of tea towards your way. How she did so was very quick that you had not the time to take it properly, and steaming liquid fell to your décolletage, past the cotton of your uniform and streaming down the valley of your breasts. It was a moist mess. She loved every bit of it.

“Oh! Oh, my bad. I’ll- I’ll clean you up!” She exclaimed, all flushed and excited.

You didn’t find it in you to push her back when she began to do exactly what she had said, taking your blazer off, loosening your school tie and unbuttoning the dress shirt underneath, only ever being able to stare at her with eyes that evinced betrayal, because it slowly occurred to you that she was satiating her own selfish obsession with you all under the ruse of maintaining a decent friendship. 

“(Y/n),” She breathed out, “I adore you.”

She was no different than the rest of your classmates, and you were a fool to think otherwise.

[its-an-obsession]

Weed, Beer, and 20 Questions

OBX Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Summary: You had gotten to know the Pogues through your cousin Kiara. Ever since you moved to the Outer Banks when you were in middle school, you've grown quite close with a certain blonde and confident Pogue. After a very fun kegger at the boneyard, you and JJ play a game of 20 Questions with the help of some beer and weed.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name (Mr. Carrera - Uncle Mike - is your mom's brother)

Kiara -> your cousin

Warnings:

Underage Drinking + smoking

Language

Sexual Innuendos (mentions of sex)

JJ Maybank x-reader

"Here is the plate of fried shrimp and chicken tenders you ordered," I said, "and that side of cocktail sauce." I set two plates and little dish onto the table. Delaine McAlister - a frequent customer - looked up at me and smiled thankfully. Taylor - her five year old daughter - swung her feet back in forth as she took a large bite of the chicken.

I smiled as Ms. McAlister tied the girl's curly hair away from her face. Kiara walked passed me, patting me on the shoulder before attending to another table. "I'll be right back with that extra water," I stated. I weaved through the line of tables, making my way to the kitchen.

The cooks stood behind the counters, making the food people had ordered. A variety of smells filled the air around me when I entered through, with the kitchen doors flapping behind me. I grabbed an extra glass and poured some ice water.

After making sure it was ready, I pushed the side of the door with my shoulder. "Y/N/N, how's today going?" Uncle Mike questioned. I grabbed a pink swirly straw for the little girl as well as a few extra napkins, stuffing them into the pocket of my dark green apron.

"Pretty good," I replied to my uncle's statement.

"Well, feel free to clock out early," he said, "You deserve it."

He rubbed the top of my head, messing up my hair. My uncle turned to help a family of three to a free table. Kiara smiled at a customer after they thanked her for the food. About an hour later, we had finished up our shift. Kiara and I made our way over to her parked car given that we had drove here together. The evening sun hung above a few trees right across from The Wreck.

I smiled at the sound of families laughing near the outdoor seating area. Kiara grabbed her keys from the pocket of her purse, unlocking her grey car. My wavy haired cousin opened the driver side door. I got in as well and set my backpack on the floor in front of my feet.

Kiara set her keys into the ignition before opening all of the windows to get some air flow. It was a hot and sticky Friday given the storm that had occurred early this morning. JJ and I had watched the storm come in late this morning as the sun was rising.

He insisted that the two of us observe from the chateau's dock, referring to the fact that that was the best place to watch it. I would have never guessed that the JJ Maybank would enjoying watching sunrises and or sunsets. Kiara pulled away from the parking lot once I had buckled myself in.

She glanced at me as I thought about this morning's moment with JJ. He and I had grown really close since I moved here in the sixth grade. My cousin had continued to tell me that if JJ ever hurt me, he wouldn't see the light of day. Although, she had no control if I liked him or not; which I did.

"What're you thinking about, speedy?" Kiara inquired, using the childhood nickname.

According to Kiara, I am a very fast runner which led to her calling me that adjective. It became a common nickname within our group which resulted in everyone else calling me just that. JJ abuses it which is rather annoying. "Oh, nothing," I replied. She rolled her eyes and stopped at a stop sign.

Looking both ways, Kiara turned down another street that was in the direction of my house. We lived side by side given that my parents were set on us being near one another at all times; it was the only way that they'd allow me to hangout with our friends. "You're thinking about something," Kiara said, "You always fiddle with your bracelets when you're thinking."

Sure enough, she was right. It had become a habit since I was younger. I glanced down at my fingers, noticing that they were twisted in the thread of my matching green bracelet with Sarah and Kiara. I chuckled and shook my head. "You're not thinking about JJ, are you?" questioned Kiara.

"No comment."

"Y/N/N...." Kiara trailed, shooting me a warning look. I smirked with my cheeks becoming a light shade of pink. She shook her head in disappointment or amusement, not really sure which one. "Hey, you like Pope, why can't I like JJ?" I commented. "Because Pope is Pope, and JJ is..." her sentence wandered, not bothering to finish. Kiara waited till some people crossed the street before pulling into my driveway.

She took her keys out of the ignition and we stepped out of the car. I pulled out the key to the front door, knowing that my parents were at Chapel Hill hanging out with Ward and Rose Cameron. I opened the door, stepping aside so Kiara could enter first. "You never finished your sentence," I reminded as I closed the door.

She rolled her eyes, already extending up the front stairs where my bedroom was on the left. "I didn't finish it because JJ," Kiara started. "Isn't someone to hold a relationship. I'm aware," I interrupted, "but, Kiki, I'm positive that that's not the case." My cousin plopped down on my bed, nearly launching her Rainbow sandals off her feet. I grabbed her shoes and set them on the bench across from my now messy bed.

"And why is that?" she inquired with raised brows.

"Because he's different now."

"Different how?"

I couldn't help feel my stomach do flips at the image of his sun kissed face or the way the corners of his lips turned when I spoke with him. Kiara followed me with her eyes as I rummaged through my dresser drawers, looking for a sweatshirt. "Oh my god," Kiara sat up from the bed, "You like him, don't you?" I turned to look at her, leaning against the edge of the cream colored piece of furniture.

Kie always seemed to read me like a book. I guess knowing me since we were toddlers can be used as an advantage. She groaned in annoyance, pulling her hair away from her face with a velvet blue scrunchie. "I told you not to fall for him," she pointed out.

"How could I not?" I replied, "Kie, did you really expect me to not fall for him. It's logic. If you tell someone not to do something, there's a high likelihood that they're going to do it."

A scoff escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes for the hundredth time. I slipped the sweatshirt over my head, taking out my hair that had gotten caught underneath the grey collar. "It's like - take the 'red button' situation for example. When you see a 'do not touch' button, you're gonna want to click it," I went on. I could tell that she didn't want to hear anymore, but continued to listen to my spiel.

"Are you comparing JJ to a red 'do not touch' button?"

"I guess I am," I responded, "but do you get my point?"

She finally sighed in agreement while she nodded her head. Kiara stood up from my bed, running a hand over my comforter to get rid of the wrinkles from where she once laid. "Listen, I will allow you to date him," Kiara huffed. "Allow? I'm not a-" I began. "A child, yeah, I've heard that before. But if he hurts you I swear to god," she cut my statement short.

I set a hand on her shoulder, fixing the red straps of her favorite cropped shirt that read: Shitake Happens with little red mushrooms at the top. "I understand. Don't want to mess with Mama Bear," I patted her on the head.

Kiara lunged at me. I laughed at her silly attempt to attack me. I swiftly grabbed my tote bag from the knob of my closet door, practically flying down the stairs as she raced after me.

The Twinkie had arrived by the time Kiara and I had ran out of my house. I screamed in surprise as my cousin wrapped her arms around my torso, bringing me away from Earth. 'Damn was she strong,' I thought. Kiara's hair covered my face as she twirled me around.

"Woah, woah! Don't break Speedy!" JJ shouted, peeking his head out from the backseat of John B's adored van.

My chest rose up and down as my cousin had finally let me down onto the pebbled driveway. Her arm lifted from my shoulders so I could lock the door. "God, Kiki, you almost killed me," I said, quickly locking the door before stepping down the stairs again. "I could never kill you....but if you hurt an animal, I might take it into consideration," she responded.

"Are you two done? I'd like to get the keg before they're all out," John B spoke with his arm resting on the frame. "Don't think that would ever happen, B," I replied, stepping into the Twinkie with Kiara following after. "Good evening Popesicle," I gave him a fist bump. Kiara slipped into the front seat beside John B while I sat next to JJ, across from Pope.

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(Later)

A gleeful laugh escaped my lips as JJ lazily threw an arm around my shoulders. Tourists, Pogues, and Kooks sang around the Boneyard with red Solo cups in hand. My friends and I sat in a circle, sharing certain memories that we all loved to tell even though we had heard them about a million times. Throughout this evening, we hadn't had any altercations with the Kooks which was nice.

JJ and I had stuck side by side with our hands laced or his arm around me, vice versa. Wild and protective Kiara had kept a close eye on the two of us, making sure that JJ Maybank didn't do something he'd might regret. She was someone who'd step up for her friends - or family - if needed. The light from the moon scattered about the boneyard, illuminating everyone's features.

JJ's eyes landed on the side of my sun tanned face. I looked up at him with my brows slightly furrowed. "What?" I laughed. He shrugged, stealing a kiss on my cheek before turning his attention back to John B who sat across from us. My cousin glanced at me with a small smile on her face, happy at the moment JJ and I just shared.

"Wait, John B, tell the story about how me, you and Y/N stole Mr. Y/L/N's stash," JJ mentioned, pointing at his best friend. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in amusement. Kiara side eyed me, remembering how the boy's and I almost got our asses beat by parents. "No," I grunted.

"Oh, yes," JJ replied. "Speedy, care to start?" John B joked. I sighed, finally giving in already knowing that he'd continue to pester me until I eventually agreed. JJ took his arm off my shoulders to reach across, grabbing an extra cup that someone had filled just in case.

"Okay, so, John B, JJ, and I were in the loft upstairs, watching whatever the fuck we wanted, and," I paused, "JJ..."

I glanced to the side to see him gazing at me with a smirk sitting on his face. He motioned for me to continue. "JJ had the brilliant idea to sneak into my dad's stash and get shitfaced with his whiskey collection and a bunch of other disgusting alcohol," I finished, "Then when my parents were a couple minutes away from my house. We 'quickly' filled the bottles up with apple juice or water, thinking he wouldn't notice but he did. I was grounded for a month."

Everyone laughed. "And I put quotation marks around 'quickly', because we were not being quick about it," I added, followed by everyone softly chuckling. I turned to John B with a mischievous smirk on my face. He groaned, tilting his head back when he new was I referring to.

"John B. Why don't you tell the story about how Ward almost caught you and Sarah doing it?" I retorted with a smile. JJ whipped his head to John B with his brows raised. I covered up my chuckle by taking a sip of the now warm alcohol. "Say what now?" Pope commented, leaning forwards as if he could hear our friend better. Sarah covered her face with her hands.

"Go on. We're hooked now," JJ said.

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(Later, after the kegger)

JJ and I laid side by side on the grass, staring up at the starry sky above us. We had been laying on the picnic blanket for an hour now after we had gotten back from the kegger. Everyone had settled down to do their own thing: John B and Sarah asleep in his room while Pope and Kiara watched a 90's cop movie in the living room. JJ and I passed a blunt back and forth, watching as the smoke rose in the air.

My eyes closed for a split second with the sound of crickets chirping in the background and the occasional whir from the air conditioning beside the house. We had been laying in silence just enjoying one another's company. "Hey, let's play twenty questions," JJ said. He turned to me with his elbow propping his head up. I nodded and flipped towards him in the same position. "You go first," I said.

He nodded and glanced up at the sky above us, thinking of a question to ask. JJ thought for a little bit before turning to me. "If you could be trapped on an island with anyone of our friends, who would you choose?" he asked, his hand resting on the side of his face as he sat up. I hummed as I searched my brain for an answer. From the corner of my eye, I noticed JJ's eyes watching my every move.

"Okay, um...."

"You can't pick Kiara," he interjected.

"What? Why?"

"Because she's-she's Kiara, and you're related," he said. I sighed and flipped over with my back on the blanket. JJ handed me the blunt. I took in the smoke before blowing out, watching the grey smoke glide around. "Whoever I say, you can't be offended," I pointed at him, "I'd pick Pope."

JJ sat upright from the blanket, jerking his to me with an offended look on his face. He set a hand on his chest just as he let out a hurtful gasp. "You said you wouldn't get offended," I sat up so my shoulder brushed against his. "That was until you said Pope," JJ stated, "Okay, my turn. What is one thing you can't do for the life of you?"

I fixed my position, now sitting crisscross applesauce. I shivered as our knees touched, JJ's hand finding its way to sit on my knee. I fiddled with the strings of my bracelets, deeply thinking about what is one thing that I can't do. JJ ran a hand through his mop of blonde hair. "Promise not to make fun of me?" I asked. "Of course," he replied. "I can't whistle," I said, sighing.

"What!" JJ said, acting like he was shocked.

Question by question soon led to the two of us high as kites with my head leaning against his chest, back to watching the stars that scattered the Outer Banks sky. "Okay," JJ paused to laugh, "Last question. Who is one person in the group - beside Kiara of course - would you rather have sex with?" My high self laughed at the sound of his statement, causing JJ to laugh as well.

I giggled and answered with, "You. Yeah, most definitely you." I felt JJ's head turn to me. I gazed up at him, my chin resting on his chest. Instead of responding verbally, he set a finger underneath my chin; bringing me close. A round of butterflies flew around in my stomach at the feeling of his lips on mine. It sounds cliché, but I swear I felt the pattern of sparks erupt.

JJ rested a hand on the side of my face, deepening the kiss. He slowly - taking in the kiss - flipped over so he hovered over me. Goosebumps rose to my skin as JJ's calloused hands roamed my skin. The two of us broke apart for air. He stared at me, the corners of his mouth lifting as he awed me.

"We should play 20 questions more often," JJ said before I brought my lips to his again.

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Hi, it's me again hehe (^^) May I request for fluff #49 "Sharing a bed" with Hotch? They like each other but never confess before if it's okay with you ^_^

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Awkward

gif by hqtchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Warnings!: normal criminal minds things, sharing a bed, angst, pining, reader injury, crying, cursing, fluffy ending

Description: What happens when the hotel doesn't have enough rooms and you end up sharing with your boss? Who you may or may not have feelings for.

Authors Note: thank you so much!!💕 Hope you enjoy reading :)

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The universe had it out for you. You were positive. Why else would you be in the situation you were in.

You were laying in the bed, contemplating everything. Should you say something. Should you ignore the obvious tension in the room?

Maybe you should just get up and go yell at Rossi. It was his fault you were in the situation you were in. Whatever that situation may be.

* * *

~2 days earlier~

"Wheels up in 30." You sighed as you stood, walking down to your desk to grab your go bag. This was going to be a long case. You could already tell.

None of the victims had anything in common. Different races, genders, and ages. The team had already figured that there really wasn't a reason behind the kills. It was just the joy of killing, the high this unsub was getting. It was going to be hell trying to figure out who this guy was.

Soon enough the team piled onto the plane. Morgan sat next to you, Rossi and Hotch sitting across from you both. You made eye contact with Hotch and he smiled softly at you. You ducked your head to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks.

This happened, quite often you might add. Sneaking looks, brushing your hands when you passed eachother. You two had even begun having dinners together, with Jack of course. The tension was building and you were just waiting for it to snap. Of course you had no idea if he had felt the same. And the only person who knew of your feelings was Rossi.

Although you really didn't know how strong your feelings were until this case. If only you knew what was in store.

* * *

The case was a long and grueling one. Even after the first day, it was turning out to be pretty bad. The unsub was sloppy though, and you would atleast have a suspect pool by tomorrow.

Everyone had decided to head back to the hotel at about 11. And surprise surprise, there were only 4 rooms available.

"I'll bunk with Jj." Emily offered.

"And I can go with Pretty Boy." Reid grumbled at the nickname, but agreed and took a key.

"That leaves me and Dave, and Y/l/n you can have your ow-" Hotch began, but Rossi cut him off.

"Hey, wait a second. I'm old. I'm taking my own room. I'm sure you two will be fine sharing." He sent you a smirk and a wink as he walked off. Of course he knew how you felt about your boss. He was Rossi, he knew everything. And now he was playing matchmaker.

"Okaaay." You grabbed your bag and room key, walking towards the elevator, Hotch following behind you.

The elevator ride was filled with awkward silence and Hotch was rubbing his finger with his thumb. His tell. Why would he be nervous. You knew why you were. But why would he be?

The doors dinged brining you from you thoughts and the two of you made your way down the hall. You reach you door and swung it open, only to find one bed.

"I'm gonna kill Rossi." You grumbled out.

"What?"Hotch asked, reminding you of his presence.

"Um. Nothing. Ill take the couch." You stuttered out.

"What? No I can take the couch."

"Hotch, your too tall, and it would kill your back."

"I'll be fine."

"Hotch, stop. I'm taking the couch."

"Y/l/n, don't be rediculous. You know what, it's a king bed, we can share." What?

Share? Share a bed? With Aaron Hotchner?! This had to be some kinda nightmare or something. You cant share a bed with him. It would be too- just too much.

But you couldn't disagree or he would be suspicious. You didn't need him figuring out your extremely inappropriate feelings for him.

So you agreed to sharing and he was off to shower. You tried not to think too much of him being in the shower, naked and probably looking good as hell.

No, nuh uh. None of that.

Once he was in the bathroom you changed quickly and crawled into the bed. You tried everything you could to fall asleep before he came back out, but had no luck. Deciding to just fake it when you heard the door open.

He moved around the room for a second and you snuck a peek, shutting your eyes as soon as you did. He had been in nothing but a low hanging towel that was wrapped around his waist. And jesus, he looked GOOD. The muscles of his back, his muscles ... his ass.

You could feel the blush spreading across your cheeks and were quick to bury your face in your pillow.

Soon enough the bed shifted, and Hotch crawled under the covers.

"You're terrible at fake sleeping." He muttered out and your eyes flew open.

"Ha, yeah." You let out awkwardly.

"Well, um. Goodnight."

"G-goodnight Hotch." You muttered out before shutting your eyes again.

His breathing evened out, and you snuck another peak. His face looked so serene. All the worries from the job gone. His brows unhurried. He looked so handsome. And that was the last thing you saw before falling into a deep sleep.

* * *

The next day was even harder than the last. Leads were dry, the geographical profile got you nowhere. The officers were being sextist pigs and wouldn't stop making comments about you, Jj or Prentiss. You were ready to snap.

"I dont understand how he keeps slipping through our fingers." Jj stands as she speaks and begins pacing.

"He's dropping them in different places each time without a single pattern." Reid let out, looking at yet another map, searching for any hint as to a pattern.

"There has to be something. This guy is sloppy, he's leaving hints behind!" You exclaimed. Hotch sent you a worried glance at your outburst, before announcing it was time to head back to the hotel.

"No one is going to get anything done if we don't sleep. Let's head back." Everyone nodded in agreement and you let out a frustrated sigh. Everyone piled into the SUVs and headed back to the hotel.

Once you reached your room, you collapsed on the bed, a tried sigh leaving your lips. Hotch walked in not too long after you did.

"Y/n?" His voice was gentler than usual.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

You waited a few seconds before letting out a soft no. You didn't really know why this case was bothering you so much. It just did. You had a bad feeling about this case and the longer this bastard was out there, the more people that would get hurt.

You suddenly felt arms circle around you and you were pulled to a strong body. You gasped quietly as Hotch settled you in his arms.

"Sometimes it helps to just be held y/n." He whispered into your ear, causing goose bumps to errupt across your skin. But, he was right, per usual. He held you closely and your worries seemed to vanish. You fell into a dreamless sleep that night, calm and worry free.

* * *

You awoke with the realization of a foriegn weight on your chest, legs tangled with your own, and arms circling your waist. You looked down only to see a black head of hair. Hotch.

His head was resting on your chest while he snuggled you. Snuggled?!

This was ... new territory. Of course you knew for your feelings for him, which only complicated this more. How on earth did you go about this?

Do you move? Do you stay? Do you wake him up? You hadn't the slightest clue what to do. So you once again pretended to sleep.

He woke up about 20 minutes later, lifting up slightly, hovering over you. You felt him lean down,, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone before pulling away. You were shocked and the small show of affection warmed you heart.

Your fake sleeping eventually turned into real sleeping, and you woke about an hour later. He had already left the room.

* * *

You were right to have a bad feeling about this case. It was most definitely not going well.

Although, you had found the unsub. Harold Fintz, 33 years old. He lived alone, and one day he had accidently killed a neighbor trespassing on his property. He had figured that he enjoyed the feeling of killing and began doing it again and again and again. Just for pleasure. Because he could.

If it was up to you, he would be rotting in a cell for the rest of his life.

Of course you had his address and the team took off as soon as they found the connection. You, Hotch, and Reid arrived first, heading right in the door.

You had split up and taken the basement, only to be knocked on the head hard with a piece of plywood. You fell to the ground, gasping in pain, yelling into your comms. But the man was relentless, he began hitting you over and over again. Luckily not on you head, instead your legs. Scratches were covering your legs from the wood and blood was dripping from just about everywhere. But eventually there was a gunshot, and the Harold fell to the floor.

Everything was a blur after that. You had been taken to a paramedic who had said you didn't need a hospital trip, just some bandages and ointment to help with any scaring from the scrapes and splinters. Your head wound was just a mild concussion, nothing too serious.

After that the next thing you knew you were lying in your hotel bed, Hotch in the shower. Everything was moving too quickly for your liking. You felt like you were just here. Just last night Hotch had held you and washed your worries away. How you yearned for him to do it again.

You kept seeing the unsub's face and his victims faces and you really didn't know why this was bothering you so damn much. And you were in so much pain you could barely move without something hurting.

Hotch came out of the bathroom, dressed and ready for bed, only to find you whimpering. He was quick to be at your side gently holding you close.

"Shh, shh. You're okay. You're okay y/n." He soothed as he ran his hands through your hair. "I've got you." He whispered over and over until your cries quieted and you stopped shaking.

"I was so scared when you I heard you yelling. I thought we had lost you. And you were just laying there. God it was terrifying." You let his words sink in.

"Hotch..." he cut you off, bringing your face into his hands and kissing you softly. You gasped into his mouth allowing him to deepen the kiss. A sudden pain in your forehead broke the moment, and you whined slightly. He pulled away scared he had hurt you. "It wasn't you. I promise, been happening all night."

He nodded, a grim look on his face. But you just brought him back into your arms once again, resuming the poison from this morning, but switched. Your head rested on his chest.

"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have kissed you." Your heart dropped and he felt you stiffen.

"D-did you regret it?" You whispered out.

"God no. I just don't want to take advantage of you." You sat up quickly.

"You didn't. I promise. I've wanted to do that forever. And you have helped me so much on this case, its just made me fall in love a little more." He stared ag you in shock before kissing you again. This kiss was more passionate. God you never wanted to stop kissing him. You pulled away breathing heavily.

"Ya know. If it wasn't for Rossi, we probably never would have done this." You giggled at his words.

"You're so right. He's been trying to convince me for months to make a move." He stared at you in shock.

"He's been trying to get me to do the same thing!" You buried your face in his chest as you burst out laughing. Him laughing along with you.

"Well, we'll have to thank him."

"Eh, don't need to boost his ego." And he kissed you again as you laughed a little bit harder.

Ypu realized then that only Aaron Hotchner could make you forget a terrible day like this.

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The God, the Guide, and the Guardian

Click for better resolution, it got murked :’)

This thing took me almost a month good god. Anyway, been wanting to do a triptych for a while because how could I not with these three?

List of symbolisms under the cut because a lot of thought went into this piece. (spoilers for ITFOYL)

Solas and Dirthamen are facing Lavellan’s panel, but their eyes are hidden. Since Lavellan is meant to stand as a guide in this piece, it shows that they’re unable to fully see and follow his guidance. Solas is blinded by his duties as Fen’Harel (the wolf head) and Dirth is blinded by his duty to his family (the crown) and later, blinded by his grief (the funeral veil).

Since Lavellan is often referred to as Dirthamen’s raven, having a raven skull in Dirth’s hand symbolises his death at Dirth’s hand. Also, the key items the three are holding are in the same colour and haloed to show their connection to each other. Both the orb and the raven skull are omens of death, symbolising the hurt they’ve inflicted on Lavellan (his heart).

The raven skull is crying blood to mirror Lavellan crying gold in his panel, and also because it’s crying for Dirth since he wasn’t able to grieve properly. Also, it’s hella cool.

Speaking of crying, why is Lavellan crying gold? Well I was inspired by religious triptychs and the depictions of the Virgin Mary crying. Also, he’s got quite a few things to cry about, we’ll give him a pass pffhaha.

Lavellan has a halo to establish him as the guide, the light. The daggers pointed at him also shows how being worshipped is hurting him. (the entire thing looks sort of like a compass -- “compass of my heart” anyone?)

The fire design at the bottom of Lavellan’s robes is a nod to his trial. Also, Andraste’s death by fire.

Lavellan has no vallaslin. Mostly because I didn’t want the gold of his vallaslin to clash with the gold tears but let’s pretend I did it for symbolic purposes. Freedom! Huzzah!!

The stars! As some of u know I’m a sucker for celestial imagery and both Dirth and Solas have a star-related nickname for Lavellan. (The corvus and lupus constellations are also hidden in Lavellan’s cloak btw. They’re on the side respective of where Dirth and Solas are)

And to end on a happier note, there’s also the wisteria and dogwood that were present in the story! Both have a ton of symbolic meanings that are very varied, but I noticed that a meaning they had in common was love and renewal! Which I thought was pretty neat.

Yeah, there’s quite a bit. I may have overthought this.

[greenduvet]

dating peter maximoff would include

Head cannons of Peter as your boyfriend <3

category: fluff!

wc: 513

a/n:��Peter is literally my favorite character gah! I love that he’s finally getting more content!! If you’d like a part 2 to this let me know! Enjoy!

- Peter fell for you almost instantly. Of course it took him forever to fully realize. You had to make the first move.

- He loves to make inside jokes with you. Of course you both have more than you can count but you love it. It brings you closer.

- Peter, would love to tease you. Of course in a sweet playful manor but get ready for the most random nicknames and odd timed activities.

- Even as cocky as he was, in private he would be a lot less forward. He was quite the blushing mess himself!

- His favorite teasing name to call you would be Twinkie. It just made sense.

“You’re both sweet and my favorite snack.” Insert his famous smirk.

- Movie nights are one of his favorite dates with you. He feels so much more comfortable in your arms without having to be judged by other people. He would definitely talk and ask multiple questions throughout the movie, like a ton.

“What’s that guys name?”

“Peter I haven’t seen this either I don’t know.”

- If you’re ever feeling down it would be his number one goal to make sure you feel at least a little better. If that means making the worst jokes or making a fool of himself he gladly would.

- Video game playoffs happened at least once a month. You and Peter against Jean, Scott, Jubilee, and Kurt. Peter won every single time. Was he just that good at video games or did he cheat? You decide.

- He would love to prank other people at the school especially with you. Like the day when you had scared so much he had teleported across the room. Peter found it hilarious but you made sure to go apologize to him right away.

- Everyone knows how much Peter loves you. Even long before you both knew it yourselves. Just from the way he looks at you and how you both understand and bring the best out of one another.

- Peter is low-key and pretty jealous. Not in a possessive unhealthy way. Just that he would put his jacket on you and wrap his arm around you a little tighter if anyone got the wrong idea.

- He loves PDA. So much. Hand holding. Kissing, lips and cheek. Random hugs (Especially when he zooms by). Arms wrapped all around you. He loves it all. Your touch calms him down and he feels so much safer with it. Plus kisses whenever? Win win.

- Piggy back rides all around the school are more common than not. He would do his best to make sure you wouldn’t feel sick afterwards though.

- As much as he tries to hide it Peter is really insecure especially when it comes to your relationship.

“You could do so much better than me Y/N. I’m not as good as the others and I’m such a lo-“

- You do your best to stop these thoughts with reassurance, but sometimes a kiss and holding him is the best medicine. It’s just what he needs to hear to be reminded of how much you love him.

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I Found My Light (Kakashi x Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

A/n: Sound the alarms! It’s my first ever writing post! I’ve had this written for a while tbh, and I feel like I’m ready to start getting into this.

Summary: A late-night walk turns into a rekindled friendship.

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: fem!reader, SFW (but might not be later lol)

You opened your eyes for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight. Staring at the white ceiling, you sighed. Sleep seemed to evade you recently, a side effect of the recent dreariness of your life. You found yourself living the same days over and over again. Because of this, the line between day and night started to fade.

The moon was full tonight, you noticed as it shined brightly through your open window. It was the perfect temperature out, warm but chilly enough to feel comfortable wrapped in your blankets. You love listening to the occasional sounds that occurred outside, the noise of leaves rustling in the wind being your favorite.

Your gaze left the moon and landed back on your ceiling. Why is something as simple as sleeping so hard? Gods, all you wanted was an escape. With a huff, you pushed the covers off of you and sat up from your lying position. Trying to force yourself to sleep would do more harm than good right now.

You make your way to your dresser and pull out your favorite pair of black joggers. You love them because they are tight on your ankles, loose on your legs, and have a cinched band at the waist. They are perfect for any lazy day. You slip them on over your underwear, you never go to bed with pants on, and exchange your sleep shirt for a cropped black hoodie made from the same soft, elastic material as your pants.

You turn to face your large standing mirror in the corner of the room to assess your appearance. The all-black look was your favorite, especially since it will help you blend into the night. Your hair was a mess, so you decided to put it up in a loose bun on the top of your head and pull out some strands to frame your face. It felt good to not look so polished and put together. Your jonin uniform was not the most comfortable piece of clothing, especially with the way it hit your figure.

You walked out of your bedroom and across the kitchen to the front door of your apartment. One foot after the other, you slide into your sandals and grab the key to your apartment hanging on the hook next to you. With that, you leave your apartment and head out into the night.

You walked the streets of Konoha at a gingerly pace. It was probably around 3 a.m. at this point, and there wasn’t a single soul on the street with you. You make your way past the line of shops on the main street, including your favorite bakery where you'd treat yourself to a lemon square after coming back from a long mission. You thought about that lemon square a lot when you were out risking your life, embarrassingly enough.

A couple of turns later and you found yourself heading towards your favorite place in all of Konoha, a little area of woods towards the perimeter that contained this amazing koi pond. Although it was nighttime and the fish wouldn’t be as active, you still want to check to see if you can watch any. To your surprise, your favorite koi, who you nicknamed “Nishi'', was out and swimming around by himself. You sit criss-cross in the grass and watch as he glides through the calm water, almost putting you in trance. Nishi didn’t look or act like the others; He was black with white, almost silver-looking spots and he was less frantic in nature. You sway from side to side as you watch him, thinking to yourself about how you would like to be more like Nishi.

“You look cute watching the koi.” You heard a soft, yet unwavering voice declare behind you.

“Holy sh-” You almost jump out of your pants at the unexpected presence. Surprised, you quickly turn your head around to see who’s voice that could possibly be. To your disbelief, there lies a figure perched up by a tree a couple yards away from you. Their feet were crossed, legs extended, one hand in the pocket of their pants, the other holding up what looks like a copy of Icha-Icha, head turned towards you, and wild hair moving with each passing breeze. How did I not notice him?

“Oh I’m sorry (y/n), I didn’t mean to startle you. I figured you knew I was here because you walked right past me.” He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his head and let out a small chuckle. “Guess I should have made my presence known right away.”

Still in disbelief, you get up and slowly make your way towards the figure, stepping into the shadow of the tree to see him more clearly. As you approached you immediately recognized the silver-haired jonin.

“Kakashi?” You say confused. “What are you doing out here? It’s late.”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He states, closing his book and setting it down next to him on the grass. He looked different. He looked… quite hot actually. The jonin uniform you usually saw him in was traded for a pair of comfortable-looking grey sweatpants and a tight, black tank top that connected to his mask. He wasn’t wearing his headband either, just keeping his left sharingan eye shut in a permanent wink. As you observed him, you couldn’t help but notice that he was doing the same to you.

“I suppose you're right.” You smirk and let out a small chuckle. “I couldn’t sleep so I figured that if I was up I should take a walk around the village to clear my head. This is my favorite spot, so I guess I just naturally ended up here.” You exclaimed, still standing in front of him.

“It looks like you and I are having the same issue,” he states plainly, “I came out here a little while ago after tossing in my bed for an hour. I hate trying to force myself to sleep; It’s a battle I never seem to win.” His eyes averted your gaze and moved to his now empty hands in his lap. You couldn’t help but notice a hint of pain in his voice and it tugged at your heartstrings.

You know about the things Kakashi has been through, as it was pretty common knowledge to all jonin in your mutual age group. You were pretty close with his friends, Gai, Kurenai, and Asuma, but Kakashi always seemed to keep everyone at an arm’s length. He also was an Anbu for ten years, which didn’t help the disconnect either. Fortunately, he was relieved from his Anbu position a couple weeks ago, and gradually you have been seeing him a bit more here and there. Though, this is the first time you are able to have a conversation with him in what seems like forever.

“Well,” you sighed, “I guess we have lost the battle together. We must be pretty shitty jonin.” You stated flatly.

Kakashi squinted his eyes and you both laughed. You couldn’t help but take a mental picture of his face at this moment. You really enjoy seeing him happy, as it makes you happy too.

You can’t kid yourself, having a chance to talk with Kakashi alone feels like such a treat. Little genin (y/n) would be ecstatic right now. Of course you had a crush on him back then, who didn’t?

“You’ve always had a natural talent for connecting with people,” Kakashi mused, “I haven’t talked to you since we were teenagers, and here I am laughing with you like we’re long-time friends.”

You could feel your eyebrows furrow at that statement. Yeah sure, you weren’t at his apartment every week for Sunday brunch, but you did have a history.

“Kakashi,” you started, “You are my long-time friend. Just because we drifted apart doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. To be honest, I was relieved when I found out you were no longer going to be a member of the Anbu. It wasn’t good for you.” You stepped closer and sat down next to him, leaning back on the tree stump. The grass felt cool under you, sending a small shiver up your body.

“I suppose you’re right,” Kakashi stated, quoting your words from earlier. “It amazes me that none of you gave up on me. I feel like I am undeserving of everyone’s effort.” You were baffled by his honesty; Kakashi wasn’t known to be much of an open book. It upsets you so much that he feels this way as you couldn’t imagine not caring about him or any of your other comrades in the village. The faces of your closest friends flashed through your mind and you grimaced at the thought of losing them.

Not knowing if you should, you felt compelled to reach over and hold Kakashi’s hand in yours. It's cold compared to the warmth spreading from your fingertips. Hmm, I wonder how long he has been out here. Giving his hand a small squeeze, you look at him in his onyx eye. “Trust me, Kakashi. You are deserving. You are deserving of a great life and people who care about you. I know the world may seem dark, but I promise that a light is always glowing. No matter how small or dim, it’s there.”

You stare at each other in silence for a moment before he changes the position of his hand and intertwines his fingers in yours. The change was small, but it ignites a feeling in your stomach you couldn’t describe. Slowly, you felt your cheeks flush and you turned your face to look towards the sky in hopes he wouldn’t notice. You knew this action was him telling you that he accepts your words, and thanks you for them.

You spent the next hour sitting under the tree together, you looking up at the stars and him looking at you. Your intertwined hands fell between your bodies, resting on the cool grass. You felt him start to graze the back of your hand with his thumb, sending a tingling sensation up your arm. It felt so good to be touched by him, even in such an innocent manner.

A strong breeze ran through the air and hit you suddenly. You began to shiver at the quick change in temperature, realizing that you should have dressed warmer if you were going to be out this long. Yet, you couldn’t have anticipated the situation you are currently in.

“Are you cold?” Kakashi questioned with a hint of concern.

“Yeah a little bit,” you answered honestly, “but I don’t want to go back home. I’m not really tired yet.” Truthfully, you didn’t want this little moment of shared bliss to end. You started to feel like you found your escape, and you refused to be torn away from it so soon.

“Neither do I,” he confessed, “Come here.” He released his hand from yours and slid his position higher up on the side of the tree. He then spread his legs and patted the ground in between, inviting you to sit.

You felt your face get hot again, as the position he was offering you was a very intimate gesture. There was absolutely no way you could refuse his offer. One, because you were freezing and, two, young (y/n) would never forgive you.

You got up and sat down carefully between his thighs, leaning until your back met his chest. He then wrapped both of his arms around you, one around your shoulders and the other around your waist with his hand resting on your stomach. The outsides of your legs met the insides of his and you felt an immediate warmth there. Lastly, your head tilted back and rested upon his left shoulder, with his face nuzzled against your temple. You both fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, no part of you feeling any discomfort against his strong body. Engulfed in his smell and warmth, for the first time in a while you felt completely relaxed.

“Thank you, Kakashi.” You looked up at him with a warm smile.

“Anytime.” He breathed, voice muffled by your hair. You wondered if he truly meant that. I mean, after all, this is the first time you have interacted in a while. Yet, the connection you felt towards him was unquestionable.

Does he feel the way I feel?

“Hey,” you began, “are you tired at all?”

He flexed his arms and held you closer to his chest. “Not really,” he answered, “I’m enjoying this moment too much to be tired.” You smiled, and there was a pause.

“Isn’t this odd?” you questioned again.

“What? You and I snuggled under a tree in a random corner of the village alone at 4 a.m. after we haven’t interacted with each other in years?” he questioned sarcastically, “Not at all.”

“Kakashi!,” you laughed, gently nudging your elbow into his ribs as he laughed along with you.

“Yeah it’s a little odd,” he answered honestly, “but I’m not going to question it. I found my light, and now I’m enjoying it.” He nuzzled his face into your hair and breathed deeply.

Completely and utterly relaxed, you let yourself succumb to the heaviness of your eyelids. Truthfully, this has felt like the longest day in the world and you are happy to end it this way. The sound of Kakashi’s breathing and the rise and fall of his chest acted as your personal sleep machine. It’s priceless.

Before you completely drift off, you swear you could feel the soft, pillowiness of Kakashi’s lips graze the skin of your temple, a soft hum escaping from them.

“Goodnight, (y/n)”

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Queue Hilary Duff’s “What Dreams Are Made Of”. This kind of feels like the beginning of something. Should I continue? Idk if my writing is even good. If you read this, PLEASE let me know if you have any feedback. Again, this is my first story and I would greatly appreciate any feedback, advice, suggestions, etc.! I can’t believe I’m uploading, ah! - Klara

[kurosawa-family]

Character Information #5

❝ To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little. ❞

— Criss Jami in ❝Venus in Arms ❞

⟅☙⟆ Universe ⟅☙⟆

Multi-Fandom, that is, she doesn't belong to a specific universe. Although at first she was from the Diabolik Lovers Universe.

⟅☙⟆ Full Name ⟅☙⟆

Hela Kurosawa. Hela is Greek girl name and meaning of this name is "Moonlight", but if we talk about its Norse origin, its meaning is "goddess of the Underworld".

Kurosawa, which is his last name that he started living with from the age of thirty, means "Black Swamp" in Japanese.

⟅☙⟆ Kanji ⟅☙⟆

エラ

⟅☙⟆ Nickname ⟅☙⟆

“Princess” is the most common among her family, with her being the only daughter in the family until Shoma arrived. They still use the nickname though.

She's also called “Schöne Spinne”, which means "Beautiful Spider" in German.

⟅☙⟆ Age ⟅☙⟆

The third-born is no more than two hundred and nineteen years old, although physically she appears to be nineteen years old.

⟅☙⟆ Gender ⟅☙⟆

Female.

⟅☙⟆ Sexual Orientation ⟅☙⟆

Demi-romantic.

⟅☙⟆ Height ⟅☙⟆

180 cm.

⟅☙⟆ Weight ⟅☙⟆

70,49 kg.

⟅☙⟆ Blood Type ⟅☙⟆

O +

⟅☙⟆ Status ⟅☙⟆

Alive.

⟅☙⟆ Race ⟅☙⟆

Unknown.

She's is supposed to be a hybrid, but can reproduce without problems.

For now, she is simply the cross between a demon of unknown rank and a Foundress, just like her siblings.

⟅☙⟆ Birthday ⟅☙⟆

November twenty-one.

⟅☙⟆ Zodiac Sign ⟅☙⟆

Scorpio.

⟅☙⟆ Favorite Color ⟅☙⟆

Sage Green.

⟅☙⟆ Appearance ⟅☙⟆

The very same image of her father, from her hair to her eyes, Hela looks like a fragile, pettite young woman. She's slim, tall, and a good-looking girl. Long and wavy raven hair, round emerald eyes, and pear-shaped figure.

Her clothing is very "fancy", yet casual. She took inspiration from Aimer, since he's the brother she likes the most. Usually dressed in green, Hela loves being seen in comfortable, long-sleeved shirts and skirts. Dresses are not unusual, but not the clothing she uses the most. She wears other type of colors from time to time, but she only follow certain color palettes.

⟅☙⟆ Personality ⟅☙⟆

She's... definitely the most dangerous Kurosawa sibling when it comes to her anger issues.

Dont get me wrong, Hela's actually pretty much calm and upbeat most of the time, but she can be seen losing her temper with her younger siblings quite easily. She's not the most tolerant person when it comes to others she's not really close of either, especially when it comes to her own stuff. As someone that was around men most of the time, she's not used to "be a lady", so her playful attitude might come as rude to most girls her "age", both demons and humans. As difficult as it is, she has this specific group of friends, both male and female humans, that she would kill and die for, and it's all thanks to her extrovert spirit.

Still, when she's angry, everyone (even Hela herself) knows it's better to keep her alone to cool off than keeping a talk, but it seems like one certain sibling likes keeping her mad. Or maybe that's not even their intention, but their laughter at her anger just makes matters worse. Hela can't handle embarrassment and shame in general very well, so of course she gets aggressive. But when things get way too exhausting for her, she just breaks down and cries. Of course, the teasing stops that way, but it ends with Hela just closing her door with key and not getting out until she's ready to talk, make amends, and have a comfort meal (usually rainbow ice-cream).

Hela may got her short temper from her mother (multiplied by ten), but she also got the grace and the curiosity of everything, especially of the human world. That curiosity gets her in trouble half the time, but still, not really a negative trait she got. But unlike her parents, she's definitely more of a... Careless soul. Nothing bad about it! But it's worrying how easily she hurts herself by accident and she calls it an "adventure".

Also, she's quite the dreamer. Daydreaming all day is the best for her, and she will not give up her dreams to be in a little cabin in the woods with two cows and a rabbit. She won't.

⟅☙⟆ Relatives ⟅☙⟆

Yumeko "Nana" Kurosawa.

Hela's step-grandmother, former servant of the original Kurosawa family as well, and Ghoul.

She is currently alive.

Yvonne Beauchene.

Hela's mother, Foundress, and witch.

Currently alive.

August Kurosawa.

Hela's father, demon of unknown rank.

Currently alive.

Convoitise Kurosawa.

Hela's first older brother, race unknown.

Currently alive.

Aimer Kurosawa.

Hela's second big brother, race unknown.

Currently alive.

Varick Kurosawa.

Hela's second and last younger brother alongside Volker, race unknown.

Currently alive.

Volker Kurosawa.

Hela's third and last younger brother alongside Varick, race unknown.

Currently alive.

Shoma Komori.

Hela's adopted little (human) sister.

Currently alive.

⟅☙⟆ Favorite Food ⟅☙⟆

The Nanaimo bar is a no-bake dessert bar that traditionally consists of three layers: a graham wafer crumb and shredded coconut base, custard-flavoured butter icing in the middle, and a chocolate ganache on top.

Hela goes absolutely crazy with it. Whoever eats her little piece on the fridge is bound to a merciless death.

⟅☙⟆ Hoobies ⟅☙⟆

Gardening.

She loves keeping the plants around the house and the garden in peak condition. As someone with a family that has both human and demon-like nature around their house, Hela adores taking care of them and talking to them. Those "silly little plants" are her best source of comfort, and she honestly wouldn't know what she would do without them.

Cooking.

As much as her younger siblings hate cooking duty, Hela can't help but enjoying those simple moments of bonding she has when she has to cook, or wants to help the one cooking. She can't help but feel at ease, especially when her dad and her are in the kitchen. After all, the both of them a pretty alike.

Investigate.

As mentioned before, she has a YouTube channel touching mysteries and murders. Finding out the millions of stories and digging into them is a pleasure to Hela. Just digging and finding different versions is just what she lives for.

Flower Picking.

No, I will not elaborate. Just. Flower picking with the creatures in between the forest around her house. That's it.

⟅☙⟆ Occupation ⟅☙⟆

She has a YouTube channel where she tells any horror and terror-related story. Mysteries, legends, the works. She also works part-time as an English consultant.

⟅☙⟆ Relationships ⟅☙⟆

Yumeko "Nana" Kurosawa.

Would die for that woman, would sell her soul to BE that woman. She loves, just like her siblings, her grandpa. Nana is the best. The queen of the house. The everything. Her monthly visits are religious and shall be treated as such.

Yvonne Beauchene.

As the only daughter in the family, Yvonne and Hela are pretty close for a mother-daughter relationship. They have a girls' day for themselves every month, which is absolutely sibling-free. They go to a trip anywhere, go to a pretty nice hotel, and do whatever. Basically they're pretty much ok. They have a good relationship.

August Kurosawa.

The first (almost only) man she respects in this house. Hela loves her dad, and her being the only daughter, she just knows how much he loves her back. As embarrassing as he is sometimes when he treats her like a little girl (like the rest of her siblings), she just can't be truly mad at him. Knowing where he's coming from, she can't help but understand that he's trying his best as a dad.

Convoitise Kurosawa.

A normal, good sibling relationship. They back-talk each other, they yell at each other, maybe try to kill each other (not literally) at worst. At best they're just chilling in one room, talking about nothing and everything. He gives her good advice in her time of need, and she helps him with work sometimes. Being his inspiration when he's feeling like doing something simple and comfortable is not bad at all.

Aimer Kurosawa.

The second man she respects in all that house. He helps her with her studies, and actually is a nice listener. Aimer loves her, even when she gets in trouble, she knows this, and she makes sure he knows she loves him too. Obviously they call each other by "apparently derogatory" names, but they're cool.

Varick Kurosawa.

Fuck their/his ass (derogatory and affectionate).

Volker Kurosawa.

Fuck him also (derogatory and affectionate).

Shoma Komori.

Used to hate her because Hela's insecure as fuck when it comes to attention. Now? As much as she regrets trying to scare her off, she tries to keep her distance...

Ai Blossom.

One of the eldest servants around, yet so young-looking, Hela and Ai love gossip and basically, in short, shitting on people they don't like. Of course that never gets out of their little circle, but it's... Heart-wreching to say the least.

Rose Inferno.

Relationship unknown.

⟅☙⟆ Likes ⟅☙⟆

Thriller and fantasy books are just her favourites. She can finish any book in one day.

Sour apple or D I E.

While she would rather chill at home, going out with her friends is actually a nice way to just relax and be at ease.

She loves listening to a Vaporwave remix for hours. It gives her a certain nostalgia hit.

Oh, nothing better than feeling warm in the middle of winter because of cuddles.

⟅☙⟆ Dislikes ⟅☙⟆

She (this happens randomly) cannot stand the scent of certain creatures, usually from the opposite gender. The smell is just so acid and strong, it makes her gag.

She's not really a fan of men in general, usually older-looking men. She saw enough news and tragedies to feel unsafe by just standing in the middle of a park. She dislikes any "romantic" or sexual approaches by them, and she used to be scared of what reaction they would have when they're told no. Now, well... Her kill count increased. A lot.

Whoever likes grape soda or literally anything about grapes that isn't the damn fruit, stop talking to her. She hates that.

Varick's Croc heels...

Sorry she wasn't clear en3the first time VARICK'S CROC HEELS.

The person that thought cabbages should be a food and not poison should just rot.

⟅☙⟆ Fears and Phobias ⟅☙⟆

Ophidiophobia is an extreme, overwhelming fear of snakes. The condition is called a specific phobia (fear), which is a type of anxiety disorder.

⟅☙⟆ Headcannon Voices ⟅☙⟆

You can find them here!

⟅☙⟆ Song Theme ⟅☙⟆

⟅☙⟆ Skills ⟅☙⟆

Fencing, Close Combat, and Weapon Handling.

Immortality.

Feedback ( the modification or control of a process or system by its results or effects, e.g., in a biochemical pathway or behavioral response. ).

Superhuman speed.

Superhuman strength.

Superhuman accuracy.

Superhuman senses.

Superhuman agility.

She has the ability to control an especific and limited sort of plants.

She possesses four levels in her "demonic transformations", with level zero being one of the most dangerous.

Shape-shifting.

Teleportation.

Telekinesis.

Telepathy.

Supernatural activity detection

Experience in close combat.

⟅☙⟆ Bonus ⟅☙⟆

While her level zero demon form is one of the most simple among the family, that doesn't make it any less terrifying. The fact that people are more afraid of spiders than demons is amazing.

⟅☙⟆ Story ⟅☙⟆.

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