#actually dumbstruck rn

[gorgonwrites]

bound to you, part 3

diluc x fem!reader

wc: 1, 844

author's note: im really edging all of us with this rn goddamn

cw: fem!reader, 18+, no *actual* smut in this chapter but smut from last part is mentioned, MDNI!!!, mentions of anxiety, reader is DEF hiding her feelings, diluc is a soft man because i say so. cheesy "where is my wife" mentioned bc i live for that shit

Did you really leave your door open? You frowned, sitting up in your bed. You were almost positive you closed it, but you had been so needy earlier that your memory felt blurry. You were quiet, though, and no one had a room near your chambers. You fell back onto your pillows, looking out your window at the night sky. Did you really just come undone on your fingers, singing praises to your absent husband? The thought annoyed you, reminding yourself that Diluc pulled away from your touch just this afternoon. You rolled your eyes at the thought and turned away from your window. You considered whether or not you really wanted to know more about your husband, or if your lust earlier had completely clouded your mind. It was definitely lust, nothing more you reasoned. As you kept going over the afternoon’s events, you slowly drifted to sleep in hopes of coming to a better conclusion tomorrow. 

“What do you mean he left this morning? I thought he was finished with business for the season?” you were interrogating Adelinde while you ate your breakfast. Diluc had left the winery and no one knew when he would return. 

“Like I said my Lady, sometimes Diluc has to go away for weeks on end. It can be sudden, but we get along just fine. Don’t worry too much, okay?” you stared at her and finally let out a huff. 

“He said he would spend time with me,” you grumbled, “Not that I care. He can’t stand being near me anyways.” you quickly added after seeing Adelinde’s satisfied smirk as you pouted over your husband’s absence. As she began to clear your dishes from the table, you crossed your arms over your chest. How long would he be away this time? 

After a few days of following Adelinde around begging her to give you anything to do, you finally gave up. Your restlessness knew no end, and you were close to leaving the manor to travel back to Fontaine just to have something to do. As you began to actually consider that thought, there was a loud knock on the manor’s front door. You excitedly bolted to the entrance of the manor, ready to give your husband a piece of your mind. You ran past several maids who were also making their way down to the parlor to greet their unannounced guest. You arrived at the door out of breath, and stood for a moment to compose yourself and smooth your hair before you opened it. To your dismay, it wasn’t your husband on the other side. A young woman with ears and two tails stood in front of you with a package. 

“Lady y/n? Kirara. I have a delivery here for you from Liyue!” you stared at her, dumbstruck. You didn’t know anyone from Liyue. Confused, you remained silent. Kirara furrowed her brows, checking her delivery address again. 

“Lady y/n. That’s you, right? This is the Ragnvindr residence?” 

“Ah, yes it is, I apologize for my behavior. I’ll take that.” You gently took the package from her hands, and smiled as the young woman ran off to continue her delivery route. You looked at the name on the package. Lady y/n Ragnvindr. It still felt strange seeing your husband's last name after your own. Feeling the maid’s eyes on you in the parlor, you excused yourself to your chambers where you could open the box privately. 

You sat on your bed with the package in your lap, carefully snipping the strings that held it shut. You opened it and found beautiful red packaging paper inside with a small note on top. It read:

I have heard that this is the best paint in all of Teyvat, hand crafted by an Adeptus here in Liyue. Use them to your heart’s content.

-D

It couldn’t be. You continued to unwrap your gift, only to discover an assortment of paint that you had only ever dreamed of. It was indeed handcrafted by a reclusive Adeptus from Liyue, and it was incredibly expensive. Considering all of the colors your husband purchased for you, it meant he had given up a hefty sum for them. Your breath hitched in your chest, and you brought the note to your lips. What would you paint? You briefly thought about repainting Diluc’s portrait but you were quickly engulfed by embarrassment just at the thought. What about the Winery? And the vineyard! They were two things that were incredibly important to your husband. You bolted upright and immediately began gathering your things to set up an easel and canvas outside for the perfect view. 

After Adelinde helped you set up your easel on a hill across from the Winery, you quickly got to work. The paints were so smooth and so pigmented you wanted to jump from the excitement. You spent hours that afternoon painting, your mind drifting off peacefully as you worked. Each day you woke up, ate breakfast, and spent hours on that hill trying to capture your home on the canvas perfectly. After a week, you felt you were close to being finished. You just needed a hint of azure blue to finish the sky. You turned too quickly and knocked your paints and brushes all over the ground. With a huff, you crouched to clean up your mess. 

Diluc was relieved to be home. He was only gone for a week and a half this time, but he was exhausted. Adelinde greeted him in the parlor, delegating tasks to the maids so he didn’t have to lift a finger as soon as he walked inside. He sighed with relief. 

“Thank you, Addy. I’m happy to be home.” Adelinde tsked at the old nickname, but she greeted Diluc with a smile.

“Welcome home, Master Diluc. Would you like to change into something more comfortable?” He did, actually, and he wanted to find you as well to apologize for his abrupt absence. While he had been almost too worn out to venture out to Liyue to tie up some loose ends on wine deliveries to Sumeru, he was grateful for the distance after accidentally stumbling upon you touching yourself as his name fell from your lips. 

Damn it, he thought. Of course he was rock hard as soon as the memory flared in his mind. He changed slowly, to let himself regain his composure before he started searching the manor for you. He first went to your chambers, prepared to be more careful than last time. Your door was ajar, though, and he stepped inside only to be greeted by the quiet breeze blowing in from your window. He slowly explored the room, trying to control his urge to pry. He did, however, notice a note at your bedside. It was the handwritten note he sent with your paints. Seeing it set out made him smile, his anxiety being replaced with a warmth blooming in his chest. He moved on, searching the main rooms and even the kitchen in the manor. His anxiety crept back into its permanent home in his chest, and he quickened his pace. He became increasingly stressed after each room, realizing there was no sign of you anywhere. Diluc found Adelinde again in the parlor, agitated.

“Where is my wife?” it sounded more aggressive than he intended, but he was beginning to tire from your continued pushing of his boundaries. He’d give you anything Teyvat had to offer, if only you’d ask. He simply wanted you to stay within the safety his manor provided while he was away. 

“Your wife is outside working, Master Diluc.” Adelinde’s usual playful tone was absent from her voice. Diluc rubbed his palms over his face, ready to crack. This was another boundary you continued to push. He appreciated the enthusiasm you displayed, truly he did. He knew his employees adored it about you as well, but as the Master and last remaining heir of the Ragnvindr clan, he felt there were expectations he needed to meet. One of them being his wife not working tirelessly out in the vineyards. Normally Diluc could care less for expectations but with the Lords of Fontaine breathing down his neck, he became increasingly aware that he sometimes needed to play by the rules. He took a slow breath, and thanked Adelinde before heading out to find you. 

You finished cleaning up the last of your brushes, carefully picking out each strand of grass that was entangled in the bristles. Satisfied with your work, you turned around and slammed right into your husband's broad chest. You look up, only to see his amused face looking back at you. He seemed relieved about something. You push away from him, trying to create some distance between you. He reaches out and swipes a smear of green paint from your sunburned cheeks. 

“Beautiful.” he whispers, his touch lingering. You see the crinkles around his eyes form and you chance a quick look at his lips. 

“The painting, of course.” Diluc grins as your expression sours. You could only grumble wordlessly in response. You turned away, hoping to put the final touches on your painting in peace. Your husband didn’t leave, though, and you became increasingly fidgety under his watchful gaze. 

“I don’t think I meant to paint for an audience when I came out here.” you were doing everything you could to stifle the joy you felt knowing Diluc was home. The manor felt emptier than usual when he was gone this time but you’d never admit that. You began to consider backing out of your plan of giving this painting to him- it felt too personal. Though you did consider the paints he bought you to be a very personal gift, even if he had no idea that you’d always wanted them. 

“You’ve been putting them to good use, I see.” he sounded proud of himself. 

“Yes, I have.” you turned and met his gaze, “Thank you, so much. I actually painted this… for you.” You felt a flush rising to your cheeks and you hoped your face was pink enough to disguise it. He tilted his head, and glanced between you and the painting. You continued,

“I know they cost a fortune. You shouldn’t have.” 

“It's the least I could do for you, after leaving so quickly. I wanted to apologize for my absence.” That was a first. Usually Diluc came and left the winery without a word. Up until recently you both had avoided each other easily, unconcerned with unnecessary chatter. 

“Oh, I- please don’t apologize. I understand how busy you are, there’s no need to dwell on it.” you began to turn away again, but Diluc caught your hand in one of his own. This time it was you that recoiled from the sudden touch, surprised that he’d reach out to you so casually. Your gazes locked, and you could feel your steeled resolve melting by the second. 

“Master Dil- ah… Diluc. Would you like to paint with me this afternoon? 

[kiichxko]

If you go I'll stay, you come back I'll be right here.

After the love of your life returns back from spain, you decide to hold a small but much needed celebration with him, together.

Warnings: gn reader, angsty undertones, hurt/comfort?? possibly ooc sae bc idk how to write him, no beta we die like the light in rin's eyes. Not proofread it's 12 am and i cant sleep so sorry if it seems rushed

Word count: 539 words

"Hm? What's this?" Sae curiously eyed the mysterious box laid out on the table, before shifting his gaze towards you with a raised eyebrow.

You said nothing, other than silently gesturing for him to open it with an encouraging smile on your face. Sae complies, albeit hesitantly. As he carefully opens the box, his eyes widen slightly in surprise.

"Cake?" He blinks, confused. Sure, you were full of surprises (literally), but you getting him cake was completely out of nowhere.

Four different slices of cake to be exact.

"Do you like it?" You looked at him expectantly, absent-mindedly drumming your fingers against the mahogany table.

"I would've gotten you four whole cakes if I could, but those were too expensive so I had to settle for these." You sheepishly grinned, grabbing a plastic fork that came along with the cakes.

"Here, I got them each in your favourite flavours, which one do you wanna eat first?" You handed Sae a fork and a paper plate, who was still dumbstruck from the surprise. "Come on Sae, before I decide to eat them all myself!" You nudged him playfully, before taking a small bite out of the strawberry shortcake.

"Why…" Your boyfriend began to speak, pursing his lips to form a small frown, he didn't look upset or annoyed at all however, he looked… thoughtful.

"Why did you get me these?" He asked blankly, with no hint of any emotion behind it. It made your stomach twist, oh no, does he not like sweets? That could be the reason, he was a renowned athlete after all, a prodigy.

Why did you even bother to try?

"I uh, just wanted to surprise you, y'know?" The words begin to choke in your throat, your cheerful smile falters a little, something chips away inside you, it's heavy, and it tugs at your heartstrings uncomfortably.

"I missed you, a lot."

Ah, he realises.

Four cakes.

Four years.

Four miserable years that he's been away, from his home, his brother.

From you.

And suddenly, you find yourself engulfed in Sae's slightly shaky, but warm embrace, finally. Strong arms awkwardly wrap around your body as you bury your head into the crook of his neck, sighing deeply in relief.

"I… I missed you too." Sae says, hugging you tighter like his life depended on it. Like you were the very air he breathed in.

"God, I'm no good for you, mi amor." He muttered softly into your ear, with how close you both were, you could now clearly see just how tired he was.

"Shush, don't say that. I wouldn't trade you for anyone else." You nuzzled your face into Sae's chest, shutting your eyes to relish this moment even more as you felt your lover press a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

You wished you could stay like this forever.

And you both did, kind of.

"So, can I eat my cake now?" Sae interrupted after a while.

"Wow, how nice of you to ruin the moment, genius."

"Mi amor, I thought you said these cakes were for me, no? Also that strawberry shortcake is mine."

"If you want, fine but- Hey, where are you going?! At least let me hug you for a little longer!"

A/N: normalise sae speaking in spanish !! Aughh i cant believe i actually finished a drabble omg anyways byebye i should sleep rn

Tagging: @kaveh-kisser (the one and only sae stan)

[noturlondonboy]

No More Excuses//Katelena

Chapter 4: The Angel of Death Made Me Bacon

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Chapter Summary: Yelena wakes Kate up with homemade breakfast and explains her intentions.

A/N: I could really go for some brunch rn except that it’s midnight

Chapter warnings: depression, medications

Kate peeled her eyes open to sunlight streaming directly on her face, and the archer let out a loud groan, rolling over and pulling a pillow over her head. What kind of psychopath opened her curtains?

"Kate Bishoooooop!" sang a voice from her kitchen, accent heavy and much too cheery for the morning. "I know you're awake, Kate Bishop! Come get your breakfast before I drag you out of bed myself! I am very capable of doing that!"

Kate jolted upright, head spinning as she took a moment to realize who was in her apartment. Right. Fucking Yelena. What time was it?

"What is it you Americans call it, once it's too late to actually have breakfast? Brunch?" Yelena called out, laughing a little to herself. "Very silly."

Kate grumbled unintelligibly under her breath and rubbed at her eyes furiously, desperate to wake herself up a bit more as she headed down to the kitchen. Lucky greeted her by the couch, tongue lolling happily as he gave a little bark before diving back into his bowl of mystery food.

"Did you get... premium dog food?" Kate mumbled out, eyeing her pup as he seemed to inhale the kibble. "I swear, he always refuses non-human stuff unless it's ridiculously expensive."

Yelena's laugh echoed around the kitchen again. "Secret recipe I give to my puppy, Fanny. My daddy says it's good for them."

Kate finally looked up to see the kitchen and stopped, the long legs of her pajama pants pooling around her feet as she came to a halt. Yelena had music playing from Kate's busted stereo, Taylor Swift's voice winding around the blonde as she swayed to the tune with a silver bowl of what looked like pancake batter in her arms. One of Kate's only cooking books was open on the counter, but looked rather untouched.

The assassin spotted Kate and gave her a dimpled grin, winking as she continued to stir the batter. "Good morning, Kate Bishop!" she sang, her voice melting into Taylor's. Kate could only stare, feeling dumbstruck and almost stupid. God, she was tired.

The sunlight slanted through her windows and laid over Yelena in soft lines, making her hair glow golden and her hazel eyes light up with fire. She continued to sing quietly and almost prance around the kitchen, completely unaware of the trance she had put the other girl in.

Kate jolted back when Lucky's cold nose pressed into her palm, and she ducked her head to pet him, face burning. Her mind went to weird places when she was sleep deprived.

Yelena set two plates down on the small table (again with two actual forks) and beckoned Kate to sit a couple minutes later, an easy smile on her lips. Kate had to force herself not to look at her. The plates were full of steaming eggs and bacon and fresh pancakes, and her mouth watered mercilessly.

Fuckin bacon...

Yelena somehow seemed to pull a bottle of hot sauce out of thin air, unceremoniously drenching her food in it with a happy sigh. "I missed hot sauce," she muttered almost dreamily, digging in once the bottle was nearly empty.

Kate blinked, unsurprised, and followed suit. (Sans hot sauce.)

Yelena once again finished before Kate, and she leaned back in her chair to watch the girl. "I cook good, yes?"

Kate just nodded enthusiastically, looking up from under her lashes with a mouth full of bacon. Yelena's breath caught, but she quickly laughed it away, the sound deep in her chest, eyes scrunched tight.

"Aw, Kate Bishop, you are so cute. Just like a puppy."

Kate immediately choked on the food in her mouth, coughing and sputtering as she scrambled to her sink in order to spit out the contents. She massaged at her throat while she struggled to get air down, lungs shrieking as her mind whirled. Cute??

She vaguely heard Yelena cackling from where she still sat at the table, and once Kate could breathe normally again, she turned to give the blonde a solid glare.

"Oh, Kate Bishop!" Yelena gasped, wiping tears from her eyes as she clutched her stomach. "Are you alright?"

Kate softened a bit at the sincerity in her eyes, heart thudding in her chest. "Warn a girl next time, won't you?" she grumbled, turning back to the sink to rinse it out. "My baconnnn," she whined sorrowfully, watching the meat and water go down the drain.

Yelena snickered yet again. "Don't worry, Kate Bishop. I can make you more bacon."

Kate turned her head over her shoulder, pouting at the Russian who smirked at her. They looked at each other for a moment, Yelena cocking an eyebrow at her, but a moment later Kate's face slid into a mask of cold confusion.

"Where did you stay last night?" she said suddenly, genuinely curious, if not a tad bit worried.

"The couch," Yelena replied simply, shrugging as if that was perfectly acceptable.

Kate squinted at her. "The couch... here? My couch?"

"Yes, Kate Bishop. Your couch." Yelena watched her carefully, sensing the archer's shift in mood. "I promised you I would explain in the morning, did I not?"

Kate nodded slowly, eyes darting between the sink and Yelena. She hesitantly made her way back to the table, sitting across from the assassin and hunching into her hoodie.

Yelena let out a thoughtful sigh and grabbed the two plates to set them down on the floor for Lucky, who dived for them eagerly, then leaned back in her seat.

"I was waiting for you to get back so you could fulfill your promise," she said, folding her arms over her chest, if only to keep herself from fiddling with her rings.

Kate opened and closed her mouth a couple of times. "What promise?" she asked slowly, feeling a little behind.

"Why, to get drinks, of course!" Yelena was suddenly cheery as she sat up taller, leaning against the table and towards Kate. "Don't tell me you forgot about that little comment, Kate Bishop?"

Kate squinted in thought and stared at the assassin across from her for a moment, desperately sifting through her memory of the last couple weeks until it clicked. "Ohhhhh!" she nodded, a little skeptic. "I don't- I don't really know if I was being serious."

"Well, I took it seriously, Kate." Yelena smirked and stood, grabbing the dog-licked dishes from the floor and going to put them in the sink.

Kate can feel her face burning, but she ignores it and clears her throat nervously. She didn't need to overthink this. Yelena was a friend, right? Could they call themselves that? They fought and didn't kill each other, and the blonde just made her breakfast after staying the night, for Pete's sake. They were on good terms, clearly. "You don't need to keep doing this, Yelena. I'll take you out to get a drink either way."

The woman stopped, her eyes still on the sink. "Doing what, Kate Bishop?"

"Making meals. Cleaning up. You don't need to do that. I can- I can do it myself." Even as Kate says it, she wishes she hadn't. Of course Yelena's behavior is strange, and her bullshit excuse for being here was half assed (but still really cute), but Kate does appreciate what she's doing. Almost like she knew Kate wouldn't actually make the effort if it was only her.

"I was here in your apartment before you got home, Kate Bishop," Yelena admits, busying herself with rinsing what's in the sink, Lucky sitting at her feet. "You said we would get drinks, so I came to collect. But I was bored, and you were gone much longer than I thought you would be, so I organized some things. Your kitchen appliances, your bathroom, your med box..." She stole a glance over her shoulder. "You need to take those, by the way."

Kate doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she just watches Yelena, watches her do something so mundane and domestic as rinsing the dishes, watches how her dog looks up at the blonde like she's a goddess on Earth, watches the way she seems to sway her hips even when there's no music playing. She hadn't even noticed when Taylor Swift went quiet.

"I guess I should probably be mad that you broke into my house when I was out of town and went through all of my things," she states, mulling over the thoughts speeding through her head.

It's Yelena's turn to be quiet for a moment, but her retort is familiar. "Again with the breaking, Kate Bishop. Nothing is broken."

It's silent, and Kate decides it's too much. She digs out her phone and connects her Bluetooth to the speaker, disconnecting Yelena's in the process. Her playlist of Cavetown and Hosier comes on, and she lets herself relax a little.

Yelena stays strangely mute, not even humming, though she did seem to know the tune as she tapped her foot along. Kate just stares at her for what feels like the millionth time.

"Are you?" Yelena suddenly mutters, trying to sound unbothered.

Kate responds maybe a little too quickly. "Am I what?"

"Are you mad? That I showed up and went through your belongings?"

The archer chews at her lip for a moment. "No."

Yelena just nods, drying her hands off with a towel and moving on. "Back to you saying I didn't need to make you food. Would you have eaten anyway? Would you have taken your medication?" Her gaze is locked onto Kate, the intensity almost burning.

Kate doesn't have an answer. She knows she wouldn't have remembered.

Yelena only shrugs and pulls Kate's medicine box out of thin air, plopping it in front of her. "Take those. I have errands to run, and I will not be back until tomorrow evening. I know you know how to take care of yourself, Kate Bishop. Prove it."

Lucky whines and follows after Yelena as she stalks to the big windows, pushing one open and winking at Kate before falling out of it rather dramatically. The loss is an immediate punch into Kate's heart, who feels a little startled at the abrupt departure.

She and Lucky look at each other, probably thinking the same thing.

"What the fuck?"

Translations: none

Kate Bishop counter: 12

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[woso-dreamzzz]

“Alexia had always valued honesty” umm how about lying babes?? Just this once😩 punching the air rn omg (that was some good angst thank you🥰)

Young adult Bambi throwing a party to celebrate her success as Odette from Swan Lake and her family, old and new Barça and friends are all there. Then suddenly Bambi jumps into the arms of an older woman (Real Madrid player —> only way to get her lick from the angsty childhood) and everyone but Eli is shocked. And throughout the night, Alexia is dumbstruck😊 while Bambi and her Real gf are lovey dovey

It's actually Alexia's worst nightmare.

She already doesn't like the idea of Bambi dating an older woman. But a Real player too? She can't even watch, especially when this Real player slips her tongue into Bambi's mouth when she thinks no one is looking

[fatuismooches]

THE FLUFD.... KISSING ZANDIKDHCLDBCLDHCKDHCODHCKD GIGGLES KICKS FEET JUMPS OFF A CLIFF /J HE'S SO . ghzhfkchrifiofusshdnfwidhd. LIKE I CAN EXPRESS IT PROPERLY. LIKE HE'S SO STUPID BUT HE'S NOT BUT STUPID IN A SENSE HE'S LOOKING AT U DUMBSTRUCK BECAUSE YOU KISSES HIM AND LOVE HIM ACKCJHXHCJ.

N DOTTORE GETTING CAUGHT BEING SOFF WITH HIS DARLIMGCICHSKFH AGHDHDH... I can imagine that reader n childe has this secret friendship for sneaking in the lab a bunch of times... Same goes to.. A lot of harbingers actually like pantalone and Columbina.. n dottore doesn't know cuz ur worried he might make em not visit u anymore 💔💔

Oh... But that last part. :) how dare u. HONESTLY AFTER THE ANGST I'VE BEEN THROWING IT'S ONLY FAIR BUT.

I'm gonna RIOT. I refuse. Nope I did not see that last part. Nuh uh nope totally not. :3

But anyways thank u as always smooches. And for listening to my madman ramblings 😭 I have exams rn (literally. The teacher are giving out papers n I'm in here exploding ( n the fluff is JUST THE POWER I NEEDED RAHHHHHHHHH

OH MY GOSH I WDBWJDWD TOTALLY AGREE ACK Akademiya Zandik is just... idk i feel like in the beginning of the relationship he's kind of a stupid loser who doesn't know what he's doing and just lets you take the lead for once in his life. He's like. so freaking smart but when it comes to you he just becomes a bit dumb. It's just the effect you have on him you know? He has everything so perfectly figured out but then you're so enigmatic his brain can't process it. I feel like he truly knows he's too far gone when you have to snap him out of a daze in the middle of the group project.

AND OH MY GOD ... KAI ARE YOU IN MY GOOGLE DOCS CUZ THAT'S LITERALLY WHAT HAPPENS... I HAVE SM WRITTEN ABOUT THAT 😭😭😭❤️ I'll give you a lil bit of it as a small treat :3

AHHAHAHA if you think that angst part is bad... wait to see what the other stuff I've written is like <3 The other specific angsts are not being released to anyone, it would ruin the surprise 🥰🥰 BUT OMG?? I HOPE YOU DO GOOD ON YOUR EXAMS !! I hope you make sure to take care of yourself after them, they're pretty stressful but I will wrap you up in a blanket and make sure you're cozy too. ❤️

[illithiddies]

sending you something for that wip ask game two days late :)) ❄️🌧️☔

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

So like the only WIP I have any actual prose written for rn is my post-game bloodweave fic so I'm struggling to find non-spoilery bits from that ASJKKHJF

When first light begins to peek along the horizon, dotting the city in gold and orange, Astarion will retreat into their tower once more. He’ll have some witty remark on the tip of his tongue, always ready to dance around the most wounded parts of himself as if to minimize whatever damage he still expects those around him to inflict. It’s a cycle Gale desperately yearns to change. To see those same gold rays of light play over the angular planes of his face once more, instead of the departing shadow of him.

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Gale orb reminiscence moment yeehaw

But all Gale can think about when he sees it is how he’d stood in this exact spot after he’d been cursed with the orb. How he’d stared, equal parts dumbstruck and mortified, at the freshly placed burn on his chest. The bruise in the center hadn’t yet had time to form. It raised and blistered aggressively over the following days, adding another layer to the pain and confusion that already addled his heart and mind, but to see it after it’d healed, the perfectly formed lines of it — it almost felt like a brand. An artistic rendition of his folly, embedded into his skin forever.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

I think the very first BG3 things I ever started working on was a bloodweave fic with the concept of the tadpole mind stuff being a little more broken? I liked the idea of (act 3 spoilers here oop) Gale's Netherese magic bullshit reacting to the Netherese magic bullshit with the tadpoles. Very fun concept and it was honestly just a good excuse to take force bonds from Star Wars and shove it into BG3, but I don't think I'll ever have the time or energy to actually write it. But the concept of those two kind of being stuck in each other's heads without a way to turn it off was SO amusing to me.

[lovedeathalice]

I just...... i just read THIS SERIES..... and by God I am BAWLING MY FUCKING EYES OUT

I do not recall the last time I was left in a whirlwind of emotions by a story like this, I literally have no words rn these fics are actual masterpieces literal works of absolute ART😭😭😭

This series is fucking amazing, it is honest to God the most intricate literature I've read

I literally. Read the entire thing in 3 days. I am so dumbstruck rn.... oh my god

There's so much aspects of this story that are so deep to dive into like wow. Wow

[bunnihearted]

AAAAAAAAaaaaaaa youre so pretttyy im crying what the frigk aaa with you silly cute eyes and your dumb pretty mouth and your cool hair aaaa actualally sobing rn cjzncbs

OMGGGGGG im sobbing ㅠㅠ thank u... 🥹 im dumbstruck idk words sksksk <33

[t4tozier]

i’m SO glad you asked.

just so you know the only thing i had when i made this post was the fact that it was a non-magic rockstar au. so all of this is coming off the dome rn

i’m thinking kind of two parts to this. the first is when it’s actually happening. so like in the 80s porter is the frontman for a heavy metal band. he’s got the eyeliner, the long fluffy hair w the bandana, he’s got it all. and jace is Not a metal fan. he thinks it’s too loud, too over the top and queer for a bunch of men who would balk if they ever saw a gay man in real life. but he turns on mtv one day and sees a music video for a song by porter’s band (name tbd). and it’s sweaty and steamy and jace can’t put his finger on why this band is different from the other ones (spoiler alert: it’s because the absolutely ripped frontman is not wearing a shirt and he’s pretty sure there has to be some oil involved in the music video because there’s no way that he just glistens like that naturally) but he quickly finds himself actually liking the music too. and then he finds himself buying their vinyls and tapes and concert tickets.

and he’s gone to a couple of their shows, every time absolutely blown away by the glamour and the stage presence of—well, all of them, but especially the frontman porter cliffbreaker (which can’t be his real last name, but then again, his last name is literally stardiamond). and then one time he manages to snag a front row ticket. and he swears to god during their last song, when porter slides down on his knees, he looks directly at jace and winks.

jace just completely loses his mind, but the show ends and he thinks that’s it. he’s on his way out when he’s stopped by a security guard and he’s like fuck is it the makeup is it the scarf like he knows he looks like a queer—but so does half the audience, so why is he being stopped?—and then the bouncer is like mr. cliffbreaker has requested your presence backstage. and jace is like this is a joke right.

it turns out it is very much not a joke, because before he knows it, he’s staring up at porter fucking cliffbreaker (and he’s so much taller in person) and he’s just absolutely dumbstruck, and porter purrs down at him, “saw you singin’ along to all our songs, darlin’,” and it’s just so over for jace.

long story short. they fuck in porter’s dressing room. jace isn’t stupid enough to ask for his number—it’s not like porter’s ever home, anyway, and he’d never go out of his way to call jace. so they just leave it like that. and jace still follows them but he’s too scared that he’s going to just be another one of porter’s groupies (he is) so he doesn’t go to another concert

and then, 30 years later, they just randomly happen to run into each other. porter’s kind of a washed up rockstar now and jace certainly isn’t a 20 year old fanboy anymore, and this man has probably forgotten he ever existed. but porter blinks, and grins, and murmurs, “jace, right?” and oh, jace is gone all over again.

natalie abandoned me (phone died) so now i have nobody to talk to about my rockstar/groupie starbreaker au :(

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i think what contributes to my problem of it’s easier to understand vegas than pete for me (well it’s not really a problem but still) is the fact that in a lot of vegaspete scenes the focus is a little bit more on vegas than on pete. and it’s probably an intentional choice to, because vegas is actually easier to read for a viewer (until he isn’t like in a pool scene with porsche where we also don’t get to see vegas’ face in an important moment of “what is actually going through his head rn?”). but like if i think about vegaspete scenes like the bloody kiss on that parking lot, or their reunion at yok’s and i wanna say the final scene in the safehouse too (even tho thinking about it i guess we see pete a lot in this scene, but it feels like it’s not as much, not at the kiss for sure), there are moments when we just don’t get to see his face. in the parking lot we basically don’t see his face when vegas kisses him and then when he’s just lying there dumbstruck, we also don’t really see him *until* he collects himself and gets up. i would love a better glimpse of him there, but it’s bits and pieces we have to put together to get what’s happening inside this man. it’s kinda like that scene from ep 7 when vegas shoots that guy they worked with and pete is there, having some kind of reaction obviously, but he’s literally out of focus. it’s literally bits and pieces when it comes to pete, even when the focus is on him, and i just. can’t. get. enough. of. this. dude.

what is going on inside his head. i need to know. now.

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9 P.M. - Alive!Luke Patterson x Reader Modern Day!AU

JATP masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide, painful breakup, and angst.

Words: 1991

Summary: Luke breaking up with you made your world stop turning, and when it finally starts moving again after four long months, Luke is back in typical agitator fashion.

A/N: Not requested, and I wrote this in about two hours so bear that in mind. I’ve been toying with an angst idea for a little bit now, and because all of my requests rn are fluff, I decided why not give Luke a little love since it’s been a minute since my last Luke fic. This isn’t proofread so proceed with caution.

“What are you doing here, Luke?” Dana’s voice cuts clear over the mindless chatter in the busy diner. She tucks a stack of menus under her arm to brush a loose strand of sandy blonde hair out of her face.

“I’m here to talk to Y/n. She isn’t returning my calls and she only has her phone on silent when she’s working.”

A solid four months ago, Luke Patterson had broken Y/n Y/l/n’s heart into a couple billion pieces in this very diner. After Luke requested to meet up as soon as possible, Y/n told him she’d be clocking out for the night around 9 PM, and true to his previous request Luke had arrived at 9 on the dot. He considered taking her to his car for more privacy but in fear of forgetting his long, crafted speech, he opted for a secluded booth in the very back corner of her diner.

He still remembers the evening, clear as day. They sat down across from one another on the red vinyl seats with nervous tension exponentially rising between them. He remembers the way she ruffled her loose hair after having it pulled back for an 8-hour shift. He remembers the way she rested her right ankle on her left knee to massage away the calf pain from 8 hours of waiting tables. And he remembers the way her warm smile disappeared after he uttered the words “I think we should break up.”

Y/n was so shocked she couldn’t respond. Everything seemed to be going well between them. They had said their first ‘I love you’s and she had even opened up to the possibility of giving him her virginity. And here he was, a mere week later, claiming that he had fallen out of love with her over the span of a month.

Tears clouded her vision. She was quick to wipe them away before they fell, something Luke noticed that she only did when she was crying out of anger. With her normal sadness or even stress she just lets her emotions run their course. But the anger swelling inside of her at that moment, she so desperately wanted to hide. As a result, she brushed them away. She bit her tongue. She saved face, not wanting to let Luke know just how much he had hurt her.

Luke expected a full-on interrogation. He knew Y/n’s mind was one of insatiable curiosity and she had to have at least a million questions. However, if she did, she didn’t show it. The only question she asked, “Is this really what you want?” Her voice was steady, but Luke knew how badly she wanted to tear him apart, to ravage him right then and there. But after losing such a huge part of herself, Luke, she held onto her dignity so tight it nearly crumbled into dust and blew out of her clenched fingers. Without asking for any more information, she slipped out of the booth and hurried to her car as fast as her walk could take her.

At the time, Luke felt guilty for making her cry. Now he feels guilty for ever having let her believe she wasn’t good enough for him. The only problem is she wouldn’t give him the chance. And her best friend, Dana, didn’t seem like she would give him one either.

“Well, she’s not here. Have you ever considered she’s not returning your calls when she’s off of work, too?”

“Dana, I need to talk to her-”

“What could you possibly have left to say, Luke? Whatever you said to her that night broke her, it absolutely destroyed her. She hasn’t been the same since.” Luke had no trouble believing that was true, which is why it hurt so bad to hear, granted it didn’t hurt as bad as how Y/n felt that night.

“What? No- I-I really need to talk to her.”

“You really don’t.”

“I have to get her back, Dana!” A tornado of shock and anger consumes Dana to the point where all she can do is let out a bitter laugh. The look in Luke’s eyes indicates how hurt he is by her laughter, and Dana’s desire for vengeance has never been so strong. So, she continues to tell the truth. The ferocious, unabridged, hurtful truth,

“You don’t deserve a second chance. You don’t even deserve an attempt at a second chance. Knowing her, Y/n would never tell you this, but I will: you fucked up so bad, you made her almost make the biggest mistake of her life.”

“What?” Luke almost hesitates to ask, knowing he won’t like the answer.

“That night, she came to my place and cried so hard for three hours before she could even get a coherent word out. She stayed with me for three days and, had my shift not ended early that Tuesday, she wouldn’t be alive today.” The dumbstruck look on Luke’s face is only more motivation for Dana to twist the knife, “She almost didn’t survive losing you, Luke. And god forbid she gives you a second chance because she won’t survive losing you again.”

The diner is just crowded enough that no one is paying the two of them any mind as they faceoff by the hostess stand. Dana spent four long months consoling her best friend back to life, and she was not about to let Luke destroy all the hard work Y/n had put into healing.

“I can make this right.”

“How could you possibly make this right?”

“I know more now than I did before. I’ve changed!”

“So has she.” Dana’s biting words render Luke speechless. Once she realizes her work here is done, she continues setting up tables as they’re disinfected.

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Luke’s conversation with Dana in the diner left him shellshocked, but it also lit a fire under his ass that he needed to move forward. Rather than discouraging him, Dana’s words gave him a greater incentive to win her back: proof that he was willing to do what he said he would. At least, that’s what Luke told himself. Rather than stepping into the future with greater clarity, Luke went into the world with confidence so large and blinding, his actions may sabotage his true intentions.

That’s how he found himself so determined to win Y/n back. And that’s how he found himself face to face with the front door of her home. It’s 9 PM, just early enough to where she’d be home for the day, just early enough to where she wouldn’t be asleep, and hauntingly just the exact time he had broken her heart all those months ago. Before giving his conviction a chance to back out, he was raising a steady hand to ring the doorbell of her residence.

Y/n opened the door without much thought, expecting a food delivery; she was drastically off-put by Luke’s presence at her doorstep this late.

“Oh.” Was the only response manageable for the tired waitress.

“Hi. Can we talk?”

There it was. The phrase that was a paradoxical toss-up regarding her emotional state. Half of her has been waiting for this day for so long, dreaming of the boyfriend she once knew to come genuinely heartbroken and remorseful to win her back. The other half was terrified of this impending day as she realized she wasn’t nearly as emotionally strong enough to handle the situation as she thought. 

‘Oh’ was the only response manageable for the tired waitress.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please just give me five minutes and if you never want to hear from me for the rest of your life, I’ll never bother you again,” he rushes out, knowing his time is finite. For what short period of time he thought it over, Luke always imagined pouring his heart out on her front doorstep. That’s why her silent sidestep and opening of the door caught him so off guard. He hadn’t anticipated her to actually give him a decent chance. Why would she? He broke up with her in the very diner she works in full time and crushed her heart so completely, the only things left behind had to be contempt and resentment.

Luke crossed the threshold of her small, cramped LA home with his heart on his sleeve. Reluctantly closing the door behind him, Y/n walks to her living room and sits on the couch amidst a mess of popcorn, her favorite chocolates, used tissues, and a bottle of Advil. The night Luke broke up with Y/n was four months ago and she’s still spending her Friday nights alone crying on her couch with a rom-com on the tv. A sharp pang of guilt cuts through Luke’s chest like a machete and his previous confidence completely dissipates into sadness. Though, he can’t tell if it’s actually remorse or just general pity.

“What did you want to talk about?” Y/n asks as if she doesn’t know what conversation they’re about to have. Luke takes a deep breath to prepare himself as best as he can before explaining what’s been on his mind.

“I am so sorry, Y/n.” His hopes for any sort of reaction are crushed once her blank stare doesn’t waver. In spite of everything that’s happened thus far, this is the moment Luke realizes this would be a lot more difficult than he anticipated. “That night, you asked if taking a break from… us was what I really wanted.”

“I remember.”

“I said yes and you left right after that. I know you’ve blocked my socials, but you haven’t blocked my calls, you just don’t answer. I’m sure you’ve got to be interested in why, you’re a very curious person.”

Luke wasn’t wrong there, Y/n had been wondering why. She had been wondering why since the words left his mouth that night, but she repressed that curiosity. She repressed it because she knew that whatever the answer was, it didn’t make any difference. Luke wasn’t hers to have anymore and that was what really mattered.

“I did it because I thought I was falling out of love with you.”

“You thought?”

“I wasn’t actually falling out of love with you.”

“You weren’t?”

“No.”

“Then why’d you break it off?”

“I thought I was falling out of love with you but really my attraction was just changing. Instead of just spontaneous and passionate and exciting, I began to see our relationship as comforting and secure as well as those other things. I thought my comfortability was falling out of love, but really, I was falling in love. I was no longer just super infatuated with you, I was in love with you. Genuine love.”

“Luke…” Y/n trails off. She has no real idea of what it is she’s thinking so she opts to let Luke continue until she can figure it out.

“I love you, Y/n. And I broke things off because, before you, I didn’t understand love. Hell, with you I didn’t understand it was love, but now I do! I love you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“So, what does this all mean?” Luke draws in a nervous breath, identical to the one he used to soothe his nerves as he stepped into the all-too-familiar house.

“I know I don’t deserve it because of what I put you through… but all I’m asking is for a chance to prove that I really do love you.” The looking shimmering across Y/n’s eyes tells Luke how her thoughts are running wild. She’s experiencing a new train of thought at a mile a minute and it terrifies both of them.

“You hurt me, Luke. And I want to hate you so much for everything that you put me through, but I don’t, and I hate myself for that. But, I’m sorry. I can’t give you a second chance.”

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[tsukikento]

Empathetic Chapter 12

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: After your mom, the number 1 hero in America, gets offered a teaching position at U.A., you two pack up your things and head to Musutafu, Japan to start a new life. Pressure for you in America was at an all-time high, and now you’re in Japan, where almost no one knows you, or your family’s past.

This tale starts on your first day of class where your new teacher decides the best way for you to fit in is to fight against the strongest person in your class: Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings/Genre: This piece will feature some angst and reference to an abusive parent, if you are ever worried about other tw’s feel free to send me an ask and I will let you know. There will also be fluff, slight angst, pining, and slowburn.

A/N: No clue how I got this chapter out hella fast despite losing it all, but it was so fun to write lol! I hope you guys like it, please send me asks with feedback! I’m really excited for the next chapters!

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Once you heard the click of your door gently closing, you released a breath of air you didn’t know you were holding. You looked to your ceiling as your heart raced with your brain actively trying to calm it down.

Your phone was still vibrating, but you knew it was a call this time. You didn’t have the nerves to answer it, however, and simply looked at the various texts Ashido had sent you. The first was from around noon today:

I’m on my date with Kirishima right now and I am freaking out!!

She vaguely narrated her emotions before a more significant one showed up at 2:00pm.

Where are you?? I want to tell you and Hagakure everything!!!!

You smiled, happy you were now included with her list of what you assumed was best friends. Just before you got home, she texted you a series of question marks.

????

Where are you!?!

And then the flood of texts when you came home.

Were you??

Omg

Were you really went on a date with Bakugou?

Sir explodey???

Why did you not tell me about your date with Bakugou!!

You smiled fondly at your friend’s jokes and knew the rest of your night would be filled with her and Hagakure. Genuinely, it was exciting to know you would spend you night with the two excitable girls. Not only were you ecstatic that you could hear about Ashido’s actual date today, but your stomach flipped at the idea of finally telling them about you and Bakugou.

If there was even anything between you and Bakugou.

It felt a little wild that your relationships with your classmates had grown so much so quickly. You spent a moment reminiscing about living in America and how much time you really spent by yourself. It definitely helped that you lived in a dorm with them too.

Drawing yourself away from your thoughts, you texted her back:

It wasn’t a date!!

But I am on my way downstairs rn

You hastily changed out of your nicer outfit and into shorts and a sweater, something perfect for the sleepover vibes you were hoping for today. Only for a moment did you debate taking out your earbuds; you did not want to become stressed by overthinking. They really were hurting at this moment and you were sure everything would be okay.

You took your earbuds off and placed them into their case that had been in your backpack. You then pocketed the case in the front pocket of your sweater. Just in case. You ears thanked you as you rubbed them and you tried your best to ignore the thoughts rushing into your head.

You can do this, you told yourself. Half of it was because of your classmates thoughts rushing into your head, and half was because of the nerves you still had from today. It had been quite some time since you went a long period without earbuds and you feared getting a headache, but the risk was well worth it considering how your ears were begging for a break.

You took in a deep breath and told yourself to finally go!

Slowly and quietly, you opened your door, almost afraid that Bakugou would be watching you.

With no one in sight, you rushed down the stairs, the adrenaline pumping through your veins made an elevator ride seem like the worst and longest possible thing. You fled down the stairs, running on the tips of your feet to make the least amount of noise.

Once downstairs you rushed to your friends with a beaming smile.

“Hi!” You exclaimed as you plopped down onto the couch.

“Well aren’t you smiley,” Hagakure immediately commented, making heat flush up your neck.

You couldn’t help it. You had a great day with Bakugou and a productive one to boot. That and you were about to spend the night with your current closest friends. Although you started out wanting to just forget your feelings, you could absolutely get used to the way he talks to you and time you spend together.

You replied to Hagakure’s comment by just deepening your smile and shrugging. “Ashido! You have to tell me how it went!” You looked to the pink girl, who had a grin just as wide as yours. That’s a good sign. That and she wasn’t currently crying in her room. “Should we get snacks and go up to someone’s room?” You suggested.

“Yes!” Ashido replied, “That sounds perfect!” The girl immediately stood up and practically skipped over to the kitchen which was still occupied by students.

Each of you moved around silently. You grabbed three cups and a bottle of soda while Hagakure and Ashido grabbed their desired snacks to bring from the pantry. You were still quite full from your late lunch, but knew that this night would go long.

As your hands held onto the cool glass cups and plastic bottle, you imagined how tonight would be going.

It will be great! You decided as Ashido and Hagakure walked out of the pantry with two bags of chips and a box of fruit gummies. You felt the giddiness in your stomach rise as the girls approached you. Silently, you all walked to the elevator, arms full and eyes shining.

“We can go to my room,” Ashido explained as she reached out to press the appropriate floor.

The same floor with Kirishima and Bakugou, you silently noted as the doors closed and the elevator began to rise.

When the doors opened to your and Ashido’s floor, the first thing you saw was Bakugou walking towards you. Shock ran through your veins as the three of your exited before the doors closed and then stood still. It must have been quite the sight to see the three of you, practically in pajamas with hands full of snacks.

If it wasn’t clear from that image that you three were going to be talking about boys the whole night, then Bakugou sure must be an idiot.

“Tch,” He scoffed as his hand found the doorknob to Kirishima’s room.

Wait, you thought and you quizzically stared at him. Were he and Kirishima also going to talk about girls?

At the very least, you were sure that they would be talking about Ashido.

Bakugou gave you a knowing smirk. Looks like those two idiots finally got together, huh? Surely you helped them.

Your eyes widened. No one had noticed you weren’t wearing your earbuds yet except for Bakugou.

Obviously I can see you without them, you idiot. I’m always looking. His eyes squinted at you and silently gasped in response.

The blond barked out a small laugh, before opening Kirishima’s door and leaving you three in the hall like dumbstruck idiots. You knew he was directing his laugh at your shocked face, but the girls probably just thought it was at their wild appearance.

“Weird,” Hagakure laughed as she became the first to start walking to Ashido’s room. You and the pink girl followed quickly behind.

Once inside, you all immediately dropped the snacks off on the bed and desk. Before anyone had a chance to speak, Ashido turned to face you.

“Before I get started,” She began, “I just have to say…

You gulped down the lump in your throat. From her thoughts alone, you could tell she was upset and hurt.

“How dare you not tell either of us that you were going on a DATE with frickin’ BAKUGOU??” Her anger roared through the room and you were sure Bakugou could hear his name being spoken.

“It wasn’t a date,” You responded meekly, knowing full well how it looked when you walked into the dorms, a smile plastered on your face and Bakugou held the door open for you.

Ashido scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Sure it wasn’t,” She accused, sarcasm dripping off every word. “We will get to you later, missy,” She promised before jumping onto her bed and grabbing a bag of fruit snacks.

“Anyways,” Hagakure spoke, breaking the silent tension that had formed. “Please! Tell us about your date with Kirishima!” She practically begged as she sat down at the desk and began pouring herself a drink.

“Well,” Ashido giggled, “If you insist.” The smile on her face that had been there since you met her downstairs was a clear indicator of the results. You, however, still wanted to hear every juicy detail she could remember.

You sat down on the bed across from Ashido, certain this story would be long enough to hurt your legs if you stayed standing.

“I asked him Friday night if he wanted to go out. Well,” She corrected, “I texted him. Let me show you.” She whipped out her phone and moved so all of you could read it. Despite this, Ashido read it aloud as well.

“Hey, Kiri! And then a cute heart emoji.” She pointed at the emoji on her phone. “I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch tomorrow or Sunday? I found this new café a few blocks away from school and really wanted to try it out with you!”

“Then he said…”

“Sure! I would love too! Sunday works best.”

“Then I said��”

“Ashido, we can read it,” Hagakure sassed. You sincerely didn’t mind her reading the texts, it was a cute commentary addition.

“Shush!” Ashido retorted before turning back to her phone, not letting Hagakure get another word in. She pressed her off button and the screen went black. She moved to be sitting normally again and continued, “So anyways we set up a time. And we were having great conversations on our walk. I had decided from the very beginning to bring up dating him after we leave the café. So, we just chat and it’s nice and he’s so sweet and cute and—”

“Ashido,” You interrupt, unable to hide your laughter and her rambling. The girl stopped and looked at you, her eyes wide as if unsure why you stopped her. “You were getting off topic.”

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “Sorry! Anyways, we get there, and it turns out it wasn’t just a normal café, it was a cat café! So, we buy an hour and get our drinks and snacks and it was so much fun. Seeing him with those cats was like, amazingly adorable.” She stops talking for a moment to eat some of the fruit gummies. “Also! He literally bought all the drinks and food and he refused to take any of my money which was so sweet. And I feel like he kinda knew? Like, he knew this was more than just two friends hanging out.”

“What do you mean by that?” You asked before getting up to pour yourself a glass of soda.

“Like, he seemed so nervous an quiet at the beginning, but luckily he started warming up after he saw all the cats. Except a couple times he would get super silent and just look at me with this wistful smile. It’s hard to explain, but yeah.”Ashido described. “Oh, and I wore this really cute dress and sneakers with some clips in my hair and he complimented me with this goofy smile on his face. Even he dressed up nicely in a red, short-sleeve button up.

“Oh, wow,” Hagakure mumbles. “So when did you tell him?”

“After the hour was up, we decided to not pay for another hour and just go,” Ashido explained, “They were also super crowded and busy. However, instead of just heading back home we walked to the nearby riverbank and sat on the grass hill. It was so amazing because it was covered in flowers and the sun felt so nice. Kirishima looked so great. Honestly, we ended up taking some photos because it was just a gorgeous time of day.”

“Okay? But when did you confess?” Hagakure repeated. She was getting quite impatient and wiggling around in the chair.

You laughed as Ashido shushed her. “Let me be happy!” She retorted with a glint of humor. Despite her tone, it was clear she didn’t mean anything horrible and you laughed even harder.

“Fine,” The invisible girl groaned and pouted in her chair.

You were tempted to retort and tease Hagakure about Ojiro, but decided not to change the topic when you were getting to the most interesting parts of Ashido’s story.

“So anyways,” Ashido began once more. “When we were done taking photos, we just started talking about this or that, it was very pleasant. Like, he was telling me about his goals after school and he seemed so excited and passionate, it was great.” She paused for a moment and looked at each of us before continuing. “All of the sudden,” Her voice grew louder and her wide eyes put you on the edge of your seat in anticipation.

This has to be the moment! You thought.

“A cart ran by with roses and Kirishima jumped up immediately and ran to buy a half-bouquet. It was like out of a movie!” Ashido exclaimed, her hands coming up to touch her cheeks as they grew a deeper shade of pink that her typical skin tone.

“Awww” Hagakure sighed.

“I know!” Ashido exclaimed. “So after he gave me the flowers, I was blushing so much and I could barely talk and when I said that the flowers were pretty he was like ‘yeah, pretty like you’!” I was literally screaming on the inside.”

It felt like you had butterflies on the inside of your stomach from simply hearing about Ashido’s date. It was so much sweeter than yours, despite you still being happy with your day. Ashido and Kirishima had known each other for years too, while you and Bakugou knew each other for a week. In fact, your day with him wasn’t technically even a date.

“Kirishima is so sweet!” Hagakure gushed while you simply smiled at your friends.

“So did you confess after?” You inquired while Ashido showed off the roses now in a vase.

“Okay, okay,” She fumbled and she put down the vase and got back onto the bed. “I basically didn’t have any words. I did not expect him to be so romantic so all I could get out was a small thank you. He was super red too which was a good sign. I was trying to get up the courage to say something more, but then he started talking.”

“Oh?” Hagakure added, her commentary working well with the story.

“He confessed!” Ashido practically screamed.

“He confessed?” Both you and Hagakure questioned. You stood up from your spot in shock and Ashido followed.

Her energy was at a high as she rapidly nodded, “Yes!”

“Oh my goodness,” You added, completely shocked that Kirishima could build up the courage and also happen to do it at the same time Ashido wanted to. You could not help but think about Bakugou currently in Kirishima’s room. You wondered what the story sounded like from Kirishima’s point of view.

Was he also nervous and getting of topic? Or is he already done with the story?

You were sure whatever the answer was, Bakugou was already over it.

“It was so sweet and I feel like I blacked out,” Ashido continued. “He talked about our friendship and how he admired me and how that admiration slowly turned romantic as we got older. He ended it by saying he wanted to finally be the manliest he could be and actually tell me how he felt.”

“So sweet!” Hagakure added. “Very Kirishima of him.” She giggled at the idea of the scene, but Ashido seemed as happy as could be.

“So what did you say after?” You asked, silently hoping that their date ended with a sweet kiss.

“I started stuttering, but I was eventually able to say that I like him back,” Ashido explained. “Honestly, it was a bit awkward. That was mainly because both of us were smiling like idiots though. He was so cute,” She said for almost the fifth time that night.

“That really sweet, Ashido. I’m glad you guys finally admitted it,” You encouraged. “I’ve only known you for a short time, but it was clear you guys are really cute together.”

“Thank you, (Y/N)-kun,” She smiled before reaching out to give you an awkward hug over the pile of snacks.

“How did the date end though?” Hagakure asked as you both broke apart.

“Ah, yes!” Ashido exclaimed, as if suddenly remembering something important. “We started talking about it all and agreed to go on another date soon but keep things pretty quiet. Like, we aren’t going to hide anything, but we aren’t going to sit everyone down to just tell them.” There was a brief pause, “Well, except for you guys.”

Both you and Hagakure laughed at that.

“And Bakugou,” Hagakure added, which was something you were thinking, but did not want to bring up.

They are accusing me of dating him and I would hate for these teasing jokes to get to him and hurt the small amount of friendship we currently have, you thought as you laughed at Hagakure’s addition.

“Anyways, we eventually walked home and just talked about random things. The conversation started getting back to normal, but halfway through he held my hand and it was so cute!” She explained. “I hope everything can stay normal, just with more romance.”

“Did he kiss you at the end?” You ask, unable to help it anymore.

Hagakure laughed at you and Ashido shook her head.

“No, there were a lot of people outside, so it just didn’t feel right. I think he kinda wanted to though,” She explained and shrugged. “I’m not upset about it,” She smiled brightly, “I’m just happy we finally admitted it.”

You smiled silently at your friend, not quite having the words to tell her how happy for her and proud of her you are.

Hagakure, however, had much to say. “Oh, my god!” She began her speech. “I am literally so happy for you guys! You are both so cute together, like literally from day 1 at U.A., you two have been the sweetest friends! I cannot wait to see you guys in public. Kirishima is already so red around you that a quick kiss on his check with make him turn as red as his hair!”

“That I help him dye,” Ashido interjected, a wide smile spread across her pink cheeks.

“Exactly!” Hagakure exclaimed while wiggling around in the seat from happiness.

As a comfortable and happy silence filled the room, you each took this opportunity to grab some food. You poured yourself and Ashido a drink while Hagakure opened a bag or chips and Ashido ate more fruit snacks. Once you sat down, you phone buzzed and Hagakure and Ashido glanced up at you. Although you couldn’t actually see Hagakure…

“Probably my mom,” You mumbled, hopefully answering their silent question.

They look away and you handed Ashido her drink before grabbing your phone off the soft mattress. You tried to be as silent as you could when it was Bakugou’s name flashing across your screen instead of your mom’s.

You looked up to the girls who were staring at their own phones and unlocked yours as silently as you could.

Shitty hair is literally running through a pros and cons list of texting pinky…I’m sure your night is just as miserable considering how loud pinky and whatever her name is can get.

You stared at it, trying to figure out just how to reply. You bit your lip, wondering whether to laugh and joke along with him or defend your friend.

You tested out a few different options before finally sending:

I think it’s cute…and I’m not the type to complain about having friends who actually talk to me.

You listened as closely as you could, not sure how this comment would come across. If you paid enough attention, maybe you would be able to hear his thoughts.

Is that a quip at me? You heard a voice that you hoped was Bakugou. It definitely matched to most compared to the other voices in this house you could currently hear. Or is she just trying to share more?

You heard a bit more of his thoughts before you pulled away, not wanting to intervene too much into his privacy.

Eventually, your phone buzzed once more.

I am.

Your heart dropped slightly at the short comment. But another text suddenly came in.

As far as I think, all those other extras share way too much about their personal lives.

Other extras.

Other extras?

What does that mean?

Testing the waters, you put something a bit risky.

I’ll make sure not to share my person life with you now lol

You felt so incredibly nervous about your text and the ‘lol’ at the end felt so cringey as you stared at it.

Nah, you’re fine. For now.

You smiled brightly, you couldn’t help it. That was definitely a good sign and you knew it. You felt like such an idiot as you began typing out your reply.

“Excuse me?” You heard a critical voice say from above you.

You looked up to see Ashido and Hagakure in front of you. You shockingly looked at them, wondering what they could need.

“You sure are smiling like a fool for someone who is just texting your mom!” Hagakure accused you.

“Uhh,” You stumbled, not sure what to say.

Before you could get any words out, Ashido snatched your phone out of your hands and ran across the room.

“Oh my god!” She gasped while reading over the short conversation. “Bakugou!?” She exclaimed while turning to phone to show Hagakure.

You didn’t even try to snatch it back because you knew full well that they would find out eventually.

“Oh my,” Hagakure finally spoke. “This is,” She paused and looked at you before looking at Ashido. “Is this?”

“L/N-kun and Bakugou flirting? Yes,absolutely” Ashido rapidly nodded before tossing the electronic device onto the bed. “I’m literally not even mad at him bashing us, especially me and Kiri. I’m just happy that he finally found a girl to like.”

“We should have known too,” Hagakure passionately added while you watched their conversation unfold. “They even went on a date today.”

“It wasn’t a date,” You finally interjected.

“Oh, it wasn’t a date!? Sure, it wasn’t,” Ashido replied with an overly mocking tone.

Hagakure was busting up laughing at this point and was unable to say anything else. Nevertheless, she was trying. “I can’t—I can’t—Oh my—"

“Guys!” You pouted, interrupted the two girls. You took this opportunity to grab your phone off the bed and take your place it into your sweater pocket. “Let me explain,” You pleaded.

Both girls suddenly stopped the smiles, giggles, and teasing. Silently, they sat in their respective seats and waited for you to explain yourself.

“So,” You began before taking in a deep breath, “Yes, I do like Bakugou—”

“I knew it!” Ashido exclaimed.

You squinted your eyes at her in critique. “You knew? Since when?” You questioned, knowing full well that she did not know. She had only known you for a week and only saw you and Bakugou interact once.

“Uhh, today?” She offered, “When you came home with him today?”

Hagkure snickered at Ashido’s response which received her a light smack from the pink girl.

“You guys ready to listen?” You asked, interrupting the snickering clients.

“Yes!” The replied in unison. They sat down and looked at you with anticipation.

“Okay, so,” You thought over your next words carefully. “I don’t know what it is about Bakugou that makes me like him. It’s kind of just everything?” You bit your lip, “Like, he’s super hot.”

“Ew,” Ashido groaned, “You can’t say that about him!”

Hagakure laughed even harder than before considering she wasn’t nearly as close to Bakugou as Ashido was. “He is pretty attractive, Ashido. You have to admit.”

“Stop!” Ashido exclaimed. “Bakugou is literally like a dad, he can’t be hot.”

You laughed at Ashido’s comment, her humor helping you relax more. “Just relax, Ashido! I’ll stop talking about how,” You paused, “You know, he is.”

“Thank you,” She replied.

You smiled before continuing your story. “I’ve talked to him a few times over the week, and it is obviously not perfect. Sometimes though, he just says all the right stuff and it makes my insides twist. Like today, we went to his costume designer’s place because I simply mentioned to him that I wanted to change my costume up a lot. And then he took me to one of his favorite food places.” You smiled at the memory. “It was a really nice day, but obviously not as cute or romantic as Ashido’s date.”

Ashido shrugged, “That’s just how Bakugou is though! Like, me and Kirishima have known each other for years! Bakugou is warming up to you after only a week while it took him months to even consider Kirishima a friend.”

“Very true,” Hagakure interjected. She was enjoying the story, but Ashido knew much more about Bakugou than her, making her opinions not as pertinent.

“I think,” Ashido continued, “You and Bakugou have a lot of potential. In fact, now that I know you like him, I can pay so much attention to your conversations. I’ll be like a spy, I can analyze everything!”

You chuckled at your friend’s excitement, feeling great about telling your friends about your crush on Bakugou. At the same time, though, it also felt silly having a crush on him. You bit your lip while telling yourself not to become too preoccupied with the blond when each of you cared more about becoming heroes.

“And those texts are the first thing I want to analyze!” Ashido explained, “So gimme your phone!”

“No, you don’t have to,” You bashfully replied, not sure if it would be right to allow them to see texts from Bakugou when he thinks it is just her.

“Aww, come on!” Hagakure pressured. “I saw some pretty flirty stuff in those texts!”

“Maybe,” You continued, “But Bakugou is a very private person, you know?”

“True,” Ashido spoke, “But he doesn’t have to know!” The grin on her face was wicked and you could tell she wouldn’t let this topic go.

“Okay,” You gave in, “I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it. The texts between you and Bakugou popped up and you passed the phone to her.

She began reading it out loud because it was difficult for all three of your to read it at once.

“First off,” She said, beginning her analysis, “Just him initiating a conversation like this with you is big! He almost never begins conversations.”

“Not only that,” Hagakure added, “But he was trying to find common ground with you. That can be pretty big for Bakugou.”

“And,” Ashido exclaimed, as if just thinking about this “He even said he doesn’t mind you talking about your personal life while he doesn’t like hearing about others.”

Hagakure giggled, “Ooh la la! Sounds like Bakugou is in love.” She emphasized the word ‘love’ and elongated it in a teasing tone.

Ashido began chuckling along with Hagakure while you felt your cheeks turn red. “You guys are just jumping into things,” You insisted while taking your phone back. “I’m just going to take things slow.”

Since their laughter had died down by now, the girls nodded along with you.

“I think that’s smart,” Ashido agreed. “It’s hard to know how he will react in a romantic situation.”

“You know what might be fun,” Hagakure begins. You each look to her, awaiting her thoughts. “Since we know Bakugou is still in there, we could try and sneak up to the room to hear what they are saying about you guys.”

Ashido immediately had a mischievous smile appear on her face. She almost looked like a Cheshire cat and you knew what was next. “Why would we have to sneak up to overhear them when we have L/N right here?”

“Oh my god, that is so true!” Hagakure exclaimed while shaking here arms in excitement. You could tell she turned to look at you and she asked, “So, what do you think?”

I think it’s a bad idea, but I really want to do it, you thought. You took a few beats to think over all the possibilities that could make it a good or bad idea. You looked to Ashido’s excited face and knew Hagakure must feel similar despite not being able to see her either.

“Okay,” You finally said, effectively giving in.

You almost talked yourself out of it. However, this wasn’t something you did often, it definitely wasn’t going to become a habit, and you were a teenager with a crush who simply wanted to have fun?

“Yes! Yes, yes yes!” Ashido exclaimed while Hagakure got up and began dancing around the room.

You laughed loudly at your two friends, enjoying their humorous actions.

“Okay, okay,” You sheepishly interrupted, trying to calm them down. “I’ll need you guys to chill a bit to hear.”

Ashido saluted you and Hagakure laughed before doing the same, at least you could tell from her moving clothes. The two girls then sat down and awaited your next words.

You, on the other hand, focused your energy on the voices surrounding you. Your head, at this point, didn’t hurt at all, and made you feel even more confident about your decision to take out your earbuds. You had gotten very used to hearing people’s thoughts, but not at all processing the words they were saying.

Suddenly, Kirishima’s prominent thoughts came into view.

Today was so great. I think I’ll take her bowling on our next date.

“Kirishima is planning your next date,” You mindlessly spoke, too focused to watch Ashido. You did, however, hear her shrill scream and the excited thoughts rushing through her head.

“What about Bakugou?” Hagakure asked.

You barked out a laugh once your were able to hear Bakugou;s thought clearly enough. “He’s thinking about how you and Kirishima are absolute idiots…but he’s still happy you guys got together.”

“That’s so sweet!” Ashido exclaimed.

“Aww, nothing about you?” Hagakure asked.

You shrugged your shoulders and focused more on your friends. “I really doubt that he talked to Kirishima about today.” You smiled to try and assure your friends. “I don’t need him to think about me all the time.”

Ashido smiled, her eyes filled with a kind of pity you weren’t sure you liked. Despite this, you knew she had good intentions at heart, and you grinned back as she patted your shoulder.

“Anyways,” Hagakure spoke up after a pregnant pause filled the room. “Let’s talk about something else, this conversation is totally not passing the Bechdel test and I am over it.”

You nodded in agreement and grabbed a handful of chips before sipping on your drink. “I could show you guys the sketches for my new hero costume,” You offered.

Ashido grinned widely, “Yes! You can put on your current one and show us the new sketches.”

“Oh god,” You exclaimed, “My current one is so ugly.”

“Well now you have to show us,” Hagakure laughed.

“Okay, okay! I’ll be right back then.” Happily, you stood up from your seat on the bed and made your way to your bed to grab your hero costume, computer, and sketchbook. A wide smile was spread across your face and you clumsily handled all of your supplies.

Today was a great day, you thought as another person’s own thought rang through your ears.

Fuck, why was today the best day I’ve had in a while? You heard Bakugou’s voice ring through your ears before you reopened Ashido’s door.

[h0rnyshakespeare]

Good morning/evening/night ❤

If you don't mind could you do a denki x shinsou oneshot where they go on a date to watch a movie And for brunch (with jirou caz denki was too scared to go alone with shinsou) And he's very conscious about how he looks and stuff

Later during brunch denki obviously starts flirting with shinsou, shinsou flirts back as well and jirou is just confused why denki thinks shinsou doesn't like him back

And later jirou leaves them and encourages denki to confess to shinsou

then denki asks shinsou if he wants to have ice cream in the park and while they're in the park he's just like hey I have something to tell you and he tires his best to confess to him but in the end he's just too scared of being rejected and loosing his friendship with him

So they go back to the dorms and denki says good night and then shinsou just kisses him and says "I like you" and just runs away

Denki is just completely dumbstruck for the whole night then he gets ready to bed and gets a message from shinsou saying "sleep well I'll see you tomorrow 💜💛 "

Also if you don't ship denki with shinsou it's completely fine just ignore this <3

Have a nice day 😊

His Pikachu

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Denki Kaminari (implied MomoJirou)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 952

Warnings: none

A/N: I live for shinkami, dear anon😌💜💛Also, I changed it up a bit so Denki texts Jirou for advice rather than her thirdwheeling if that’s ok with you. Hope you enjoy!

Denki paced around outside the Heights Alliance entrance, feeling extremely nervous. He pulled out his phone to distract himself.

Denki: I can’t do this

Jirou: Don’t be an idiot, I’m sacrificing my chill time for u

Denki: Have I told u how much I love u

Jirou: Tell that to Shinsou

Denki: Oh no Shinsou

Jirou: Relax dummy. he obviously likes u

Denki: What if I go into whey mode??!!!

Jirou: He’s seen u in whey mode b4

“Kaminari, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,’ a familiar voice spoke, startling him. “Oh, uh, hey, Shinsou! Yeah, of course not, I just got out,” Denki said. “We should get going, don’t wanna miss the movie!” “Yeah. I was surprised you were into horror, to be honest,” Shinsou replies as they started walking, the cinema only being a few blocks away. Denki chuckled nervously. In truth, he got scared pretty easily from horror movies but since Shinsou was a fan he did not mind going to see one. “Yeah, it’s cool I guess.” “You sure you won’t get scared though?” Shinsou smirked. Denki shoved his arm playfully. “I’m a hero-in-training! Of course I won’t.”

Denki’s words backfired on him at the first jumpscare. He clung to Shinsou’s arm impulsively, popcorn spilling all over their laps. Shinsou smirked at him lazily. “You good?” Denki let go of him just as quickly as he had grabbed on, almost as if he had (ironically) been electrocuted. “Y-yeah! I’m good! Pfft, that was nothing.” Shinsou shrugged. “Ok.”

Denki: I grabbed onto Shinsou like 10 times during the movie help

Jirou: If he’s still with u rn he was prolly fine with it

Denki bit his lip, feeling self-conscious. Why had Shinsou decided to go on a date with him? Did he even consider it a date? Was it just out of pity? “Hey, there’s a great brunch place nearby. Wanna grab something to eat?” Shinsou asked, breaking his train of thought. Denki smiled at him, putting his phone away. “Sure!”

They arrived at the diner Shinsou was talking about, sitting together in a booth, talking about nothing in particular as they waited to order. Denki, being ever the flirt, could not help but throw some pickup lines towards Shinsou, who, much to his surprise, flirted back, causing his heart to do little leaps in his chest. After they ate, Shinsou excused himself to the bathroom while Denki texted Jirou in the meantime, giving her an update.

Denki: Holy shit he flirted back

Jirou: Wow shocker

Denki: Why must u be so sarcastic

Jirou: :)

Denki: I really like him tho tbh

Jirou: I’m gonna leave now

Denki: wAIT WHAT NO DONT GO-

Jirou: Why? U didn’t text me for like two hours straight

Jirou: U got this

Jirou: Now I’m gonna leave, I miss Momo

Jirou: Pay for his food too ;)

Denki: Thanks Jirou 😭

Jirou: Anytime u idiot<3 don’t forget to confess

Denki found himself grinning stupidly. “I’m definitely going to confess to Shinsou today,” he thought to himself. He saw Shinsou returning from the bathroom and stood up. “Wanna go get ice cream?” “We need to pay for our food first, though,” Shinsou reminded him. Denki smirked. “The bill has been covered by yours truly.” Shinsou’s eyes widened. “I was gonna split it with you.” “No, no, it’s fine. Now let’s go get ice cream!” Denki smiled, causing Shinsou to grin along with him.

Denki and Shinsou sat on a bench in the park, eating their ice cream in comfortable silence. Shinsou had insisted on paying for Denki’s as well as payment for brunch. Denki had protested, but then found out how stubborn Shinsou was and had given up.

“How’s your ice cream?” Shinsou asked, breaking the silence. “It’s really good,” Denki replied, his mind a mess as he tried to come up with words to tell Shinsou how he felt. He took a deep breath. “Just go for it, you idiot.”

“Hey, Shinsou?”

Shinsou hummed in response. Denki’s palms started sweating. “Um, I just wanted to say…” His voice trailed out as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “I, uh, I had fun today.” “Goddammit.”

Shinsou broke out into a rare grin. “Yeah, me too.” “Really?!” Denki yelled, sounding much more excited than he had planned on. Shinsou chuckled. “Yeah. We should probably start heading back, though.” Denki sighed as he checked the time. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Shinsou insisted on walking Denki back to his dorm, which he secretly enjoyed. They stood in front of the entrance, gazing at each other. Shinsou cleared his throat. “Um, thanks for today,” he said, smiling softly. “I enjoyed it.” Denki was processing the fact that Shinsou was actually smiling before answering him. “O-oh right, me too!” he managed to stutter, causing Shinsou to chuckle. “Alright, then, good night!” Denki said, turning to go in, when a hand on his shoulder prevented him. “Shinsou-?” was all Denki managed to get out before Shinsou silenced him by placing his lips upon his. Denki’s eyes widened in shock, before he sighed with satisfaction, melting into the kiss. Shinsou pulled away reluctantly. “I like you, Denki,” was all he said before running away, leaving Denki dumbstruck. “He... he likes me? Holy shit he kissed me oh my god-” Denki was so excited he nearly short-circuited himself. He walked to his dorm room in a daze, trying to believe what had happened. A ‘ping’ from his phone snapped him out of his dreamlike state.

Shinsou: Sleep well pikachu boi. I’ll see u tomorrow🖤

Denki: You too! I’ll see you<3

Both boys grinned at the other’s message before going to bed, replaying the day’s events over and over in their heads.

[authorlaurawinter]

Find The Word Tag

Thanks @my-writblr for the tag! words: curl, soft, tear, and storm.

The first three all oddly came from the same short story in my collection of prequel stories... actually, they all could have but I picked a better one for storm.

Curl

She sat, absolutely dumbstruck as she watched the young woman set those tankards on the table and collect the empty ones. The woman didn’t even glance at any of the men who stared, focused completely on her work.

It was impossible for eyes not to be drawn to her. Brela even had to snarl at her shadows for wanting to curl around that woman and protect her from the other patrons’ leering.

And when a stray, drunk hand reached out to try to smack that woman’s backside, Brela really had to bite down on the urge to rip six of her blades from her hidden sheaths and introduce them to each one of those fingers and his palm.

Soft

Farrah frowned. “You didn’t hear what I said, Bre.” As Brela blinked in surprise, Farrah lifted their hands and pressed her lips to Brela’s knuckles. “Home. You saved me. You opened your home and your heart to me. You are just as worthy of love, and you are not alone anymore. I don’t care what’s underneath this shirt.”

Brushing away another tear that slipped down Brela’s cheek, Farrah slowly moved the shirt out of the way. She felt the skin pebble under her touch, soft until suddenly it wasn’t. Her fingers didn’t find a collarbone under muscle like she expected, but something solid. Cold. Smooth.

A shard of the Veil wall. Black and purple obsidian, jagged and embedded in the skin and bone.

Tear

Pale eyes lifted, brimmed with tears, but Farrah only brushed them away and moved her healing touch to Brela’s cut temple then jaw.

“You aren’t afraid of me? Upset with me for not saying something sooner?”

Farrah met Brela’s gaze as her thumb rested over Brela’s split lip. “No. You saved me, Brela, and I can tell the difference between a lie and waiting until I was ready. Otherwise you wouldn’t have come home looking like this.”

She felt her magic mend the skin under her touch, lingering a little longer than necessary as she stared up at the young woman in front of her. Soon, her fingers glided down Brela’s neck toward her injured left shoulder. As she shifted the fabric of Brela’s shirt, the woman snagged her hand and kept her still.

Storm

Her snarl turned up toward Oni. “What the hells is going on? What did you just get me into?”

He grinned, but it was Lenni who answered over his shoulder. “Don’t get knocked out.” She nodded toward the chaos. “And don’t die.”

Brela knelt and picked up the crystal dagger, pointing it toward Oni. “Zaxova,” she hissed. Prick.

His grating laughter followed her as she stormed into the absolute disaster around her.

Open tag to anyone who wants to do this and needs an excuse to put off real life (because that’s totally what i’m doing rn). Your words are: avoid, pass, sorry, always.

[joycecarolnotes]

tagged by the delightful @itsevidentvery to do this fanfic questions thing! thank u for thinking of me :)

1) how many works do you have on ao3?

27, I’ve deleted a few over the years or it’d be more

2) what is your total ao3 word count?

113,638. can’t imagine what it would be if you counted all the stuff I’ve posted on tumblr or that’s still languishing in google docs, a truly mortifying number for sure!

3) how many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

two, both tv series: Silicon Valley and now Loki

4) what are your top 5 fics by Kudos.

safe space 

riches and wonders 

managing expectations 

in the loop

how to be a knife

funny to see two of my newest fics on this list! guess that happens when you write for a show people actually watch, who knew

5) do you respond to comments?

I always try to respond even though I usually just say thank you - I cherish every comment and they leave me too happily dumbstruck to say much else!

6) what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

the angstiest thing I’ve written from beginning to end is probably pipe down which is about sexual manipulation

7) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

maybe never stopped? I try to write happy or at least hopeful endings most of the time (life’s hard enough as it is!) but I felt like I owed the happiest of endings to the people who read “never stopped” and to the characters themselves for waiting YEARS for me to get to it. it features a cat named charlotte bronte!

8) do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've ever written?

not quite a crossover but the hourglass project is an sv au inspired by the doctor who episode “the girl who waited” 

9) have you ever received hate on a fic?

people have, for the most part, been incredibly kind and generous with me

10) Do you write smut? What kind?

the kind that’s really character study masquerading as pornography (when I’m not feeling too shy to)

11)have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so

12) have you ever had a fic translated?

the aforementioned “the hourglass project” was translated into mandarin which was such a cool honor I’m still not over it

13) have you ever co-written a fic before.

not quite, I’m temperamental and would be hard to work with. although @itsevidentvery remember when we did those letters back and forth, from jared to richard and vice versa?! those were fun :)

14) whats your favourite ship?

jared/richard from silicon valley will always have my heart, although at the moment I am extremely taken with loki/mobius from the loki series. their dynamic and the characters themselves both feel very rich and multifaceted I can see them being a long-time fav for me

15) whats a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I do want to finish love at firstsight someday but it hasn’t been appealing lately so who knows if/when that will happen. I have a couple of things in the works rn that I’m afraid I won’t finish but really hope I do. one is this loki au in which loki accepts an offer from miss minutes to be returned to the timeline and made king and to have never done anything to hurt his family but it’s a “be careful what you wish for” type situation... it feels different from what I usually write and like it’ll be a challenge to stick with but I like the concept so much

16) What are your writing strengths.

picking emotionally intense characters to write about so that when I write the most excruciatingly Extra shit people will think it’s in character

17) what are your writing weaknesses?

frequent bouts of writers blocks and despair! I’d also like to get better at plot/pacing and keeping up momentum over longer pieces

18) what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I try not to do it much because I only read/write english and who knows what google translate is making me say. I did write a sex scene in which characters communicate in morse code via hand-squeezes once (in i’m lucky i’m lucky), which is a concept I’m still enamored with

19) what was the first fandom you wrote for.

silicon valley

20) what's your favourite fic you've ever written?

oh geez I don’t know. nothing comes to mind and I’m afraid to look back at any to figure it out. but, I would like to give a little shoutout to my latest, time’s the charm (a sort of a loki/mobius soulmate au), because I don’t think people read or liked it much but I’m quite proud of how it turned out!

I genuinely don’t know who still follows me who might be interested in something like this but I will tag @malpal331 and @dancinbutterfly and anyone else who wants to ❤️

[kiribakuficrecs]

hulloooo!! :D what's the angstiest kiribaku fic you've ever read? can you please recommend it as im craving for some tears rn >< thankuuu

hi hi!!! oh gosh i don’t read angst too often so i can’t think of the angstiest story i’ve ever read off the top of my head but i can definitely give u some angsty recs i remember loving and (for alot of these) crying to!!

the flowers on your skin by vaporeon_ninja

Katsuki is seven when he learns about soulmates; he is also seven when he decides that he’ll never have one.

He soon realizes that he doesn't get to choose.

roses are red and they taste like shit by unbreakable_red_riot

Katsuki was really fucking sick of the smell of flowers.

boys are stupid by deviance

“Sorry, bro, I'm not going to make it to our study session tonight."

“Why?”

“Ah,” Kirishima grinned almost shyly, “I've got a date.”

Bakugou froze, chest feeling like he'd just been pierced with a lance.

“A...date,” Bakugou repeated, admittedly dumbstruck.

Kirishima smiled. “Yeah, so I'll see you later,” Kirishima said, waving before leaving the room.

So this is what heartbreak felt like. He hated it.

heartworm by clairesail

"And Bakugou realizes with jarring discomfort, what this means for him. He's going to be seeing Kirishima a whole lot more. He could walk into his favorite cafe, his favorite curry shop, and see a head of bright red hair. He could be out on patrol and have to compete for dibs on capturing a villain. He could be fighting and have to cooperate with him. And most disconcerting of all he'd have to acknowledge his feelings.

Bakugou never really got over him."

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Kirishima re-enters Bakugou's life, and he realizes the feelings he had for him in high school are still there.

worth a thousand words by awareoftheconcept

When a rare picture of Bakugou smiling leads Class 3A to believe he is in a relationship with Utsushimi Camie, a contest arises to see who can get the most pictures of the couple together. *** “Umm,” Midoriya said nervously. “I-it’s Kacchan. There is always a spark.”

With another round of boos from Kaminari and Jirou, Ashido took a page out of Mineta’s playbook and started shaking Midoriya violently. “I mean like a romantic spark!”

Midoriya blanched. “You think Kacchan is interested in Utsushimi?”

He seemed doubtful, so Ashido shoved Kirishima’s phone in his face. “Do you see this smile? That is the smile of boy who is head-over-heels smitten, am I right?”

Midoriya actually took the time to look at the picture critically, though he shot an uneasy look towards Kirishima before he answered. “Umm, y-yeah,” he said as he started to back away, hiding behind Uraraka like a shield. “It definitely looks like Kacchan is in love.”

How could Kirishima have been so stupid?

hide your bruises by deviance 

Kirishima frowned, looking at his leg. “What happened?” He asked quietly.

“Twisted my knee,” Bakugou muttered.

Kirishima peeked up at him from under his bangs, his hair down for once since they'd already had a shower. “You did?” He nearly whispered. “Or...someone else did?”

too loud for comfort by vaporeon_ninja

When Kirishima is hit with a telepathy quirk, he finds that it its not nearly as cool as movies and comics make it out to be.

someone has to know by terribletuesday

In which Kirishima gets hit with a quirk that leads him to the truth he's always known, and the sacrifice he's willing to make for it.

Or Bakugou Katsuki loses his best friend.

unbreakable by starryeyedchar

Midoriya shook his head again. “I’m not hurt.”

“For the love of—”

“Midoriya,” Shouto said, interrupting Bakugou. “Yes, you are. Now tell us, where’s the blood coming from?”

Midoriya blinked. “Oh. It’s not mine.”

Shouto sucked in a breath, and glanced at Bakugou, almost afraid to ask any more questions. His eyes had widened, and all the anger was gone from his face. He just looked… terrified. Shocked.

Shock. Midoriya wasn’t hurt, he was in shock.

Which again begged the question Bakugou had already asked twice.

“….Where’s Kirishima?”

i hope atleast one of these gets the tears flowing ;-; lmk if u want more angst or a fluff rec list to balance this out maybe lol