#and the curse of his character is that he's stubborn and tries anyway and that means hopping from one thing to the next

[kxllerblond]

kinda big brain of me to make all my au verses just continuations of my main because it just fuels how insufferable clark is and how much of his strife is of his own doing but also tbf it was a hand he never asked to be dealt...

apex? he's approaching 1000 at this point. he's tired, he's numb, he's desperate for stimulation and is kinda agitated when he doesn't get as excited as he wants to be when there's an entire space syndicate for him to fuck with.

DBD? literally shacks up with some pocket dimension making mini god in this weird mutually beneficial dynamic like those fish that chill on sharks and keep 'em clean. Clark was not dragged there against his will, he signed up willingly and he can leave just as willingly but he doesn't and he whines and complains but he's doing this because he's bored. he is that desperate for something to occupy himself with that he's willing to play errand boy for a gluttonous monstrosity of torture and terror.

star wars? trapped himself in another universe he accidentally willed himself into. he's an outsider, he's alone, he can't go back to where he came from and he's old and tired but having to start from scratch helped keep him occupied for a lil' bit. it scratched his itch but now he's powerful again, he's made a name for himself. it's all the same, nothing has changed and he's come to realize nothing will ever change he will always be chasing the next project and he'll never be satisfied, he will never know the comfort and peace he's told himself he's been doing all this for in the first place.

payday? literally involves himself, literally HELPS HIMSELF to a fucking crime network of bank robbing criminals because he think it'll be a fun little thing to keep him busy for a little while.

[lokissweater]

hey! i really love your fics and i have a special request 4 my 19th birthday ( aug 16 ) . can you do inexperienced yuuta x inexperienced reader or frat boy/play boy yuuta x shy nerdy reader? I really luv u and it would mean alot 2 me if you did this,feel free to say no or ignore this if you want! no pressure!

OH MY GOODNESSS i could never ignore this! i can ABSOLUTELY cook this one up for you and i hope i met your expectations!! i wanted to release this right on your birthday, so here is my gift to you! <3 ILY you’re so sweet thank you for sending in a request!

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finally.

{frat boy/playboy yuta okkotsu x nerdy f!reader}

summary: yuta okkotsu is a typical popular frat boy player who’s never been told no, but at one of his regular parties where he spots your pretty little self in the kitchen, and you turn him down? his entire existence resets as he then cannot stop thinking about you and tries his absolute hardest to change the impression you have on him.

warnings: college au, afab!reader, fluufff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, yuta LOVES you, he’s a little weenie at first, character development yuta, no smut in this one!, cursing, party fight, protective yuta, yuta fights someone lol, slight sexual themes but really nothing.

word count: 5k

authors note: OH HOW I LOVE THIS ONEEE!! i hope i’m feeding you guys well this week with these fics hehe!! IM WRITING A FREAKY ONE FOR THIS NEXT SO STAY TUNED!! love you love you <3

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yuta okkotsu was the biggest player and frat boy to ever plague your college campus— having parties literally every other night and trashing the absolute fuck out of his frat house after every single one, living in the privileges of popularity as he was without a doubt the hottest man there.

he absolutely relished in his reputation, loved the attention, loved the stares he got, and had a body count that absolutely shot through the roof in numbers.

and yuta was quite literally a typical frat boy. he was loud and obnoxious, the most stubborn hot headed man to ever exist on the face of the planet, passed the time playing beer pong for fun and drinking, and had girls practically at his feet, him never having to work for anything to get in his bed and fuck.

until he met you.

you had timidly walked into one of his frat parties one night, shy, cutely nerdy, a little scared and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, your energy an entirely different one from his own as he watched you a little too much throughout the night, rehearsing his perfected plan of getting girls into bed with him as he finally spotted you alone in the kitchen after a while, approaching you.

yuta flashed you an attractive polished smile as he leaned up against the kitchen counter, practically cornering you in as you eyed him alarmingly.

“hey,” he sipped at his beer. “what’s your name?”

you awkwardly shifted, wondering where the hell your best friend was as the biggest player you’ve ever heard of was talking to you.

“y-y/n…” you stammered, your gaze barely looking at him but giving a small smile through your nervousness nonetheless.

“pretty name for a pretty girl,” he hummed. “you’ve never come to my parties before, have you?”

you shook your head no, your doe eyes finally peering up at him.

“welcome then!” he chirped smoothly and leaned closer to you, his breath faintly smelling of alcohol. “you here by yourself?”

“no i’m with a friend, actually.” you laughed awkwardly, your cheeks red with embarrassment but smiling politely through your discomfort, not wanting to offend him in any way.

yuta nodded, his eyes scanning the crowd. “did you lose them?”

“i— i guess so—”

“you can stick with me then.” he shrugged, a sly smile on his face as he sweet talked you, it slightly faltering when he noticed how uncomfortable you looked, but carrying on anyways. “you wanna head upstairs? maybe we can—”

“no thank you.”

he paused.

no?

“no?”

he was yuta okkotsu. no girl has ever told him no before.

you shook your head at him and gave him a sugary smile, your tone kind and polite as you started to walk away from him. “i’m sorry, i think i see my friend over there though! thank you for keeping me company, i hope it wasn’t too much trouble!”

he watched you walk away then in your tiny little skirt, and he felt stupidly offended. absolutely stupidly offended as he slightly scoffed and shook his head, taking a swig of his beer, his body and mind literally glitching with the foreign feeling of rejection.

yuta tossed his empty beer bottle lazily in a black garbage bag and stuffed his hands into his pockets, his long legs already pulling him over to the beer pong table in the living room, opting to forgetting the entire encounter he had with you altogether and shaking it off.

except he couldn’t. he couldn’t shake it off.

his brain was buzzing and utterly reeling over the thought of your timid nature and soft spoken words and pretty pretty face from that point forward, thoughts that aggravated him to no end that bubbled up every time he ate, slept, was in class, and did basically anything.

he didn’t know why it was happening. he didn’t know why you took over his every fucking thought as he only interacted with you for like five minutes. but your aura was different. so poised, so shy and gentle, and it was like a red string was physically pulling him towards you everywhere you went.

yuta saw you around campus a lot more after that, you sticking out like a sore thumb and blinding his vision whenever you walked past him, your smile sweet and respectful towards him that lasted only a millisecond as you walked down further, his eyes watching you over his shoulder, soft.

you conversations with him were nothing but polite and casual as he tried to talk to you again and again, your body language guarded and careful, but your voice like silky honey, speaking to him with more kindness than he deserved.

yuta never seemed to be able to get past the invisible wall you built in front of him.

“a girl like her isn’t gonna go for a guy like you, yuta.” one of his frat brothers muttered to him, having been fed up with yuta’s moping and grumbling around the house ever since he saw you.

“and why not.” he gruffed, his arms tightly crossed over his chest as he leaned back on the couch.

“because she’s nothing like us.” he emphasized. “she’s a nerd, respects herself, is way too good for you, and would never let herself waste time with a guy of your reputation.”

his frat brother patted him heavily on the shoulder. “just go back to the ones you usually go for. they’re easy.”

yuta only rolled his eyes and stood, but he really couldn’t deny what he had said. you were too good for him, way too good for him, his life completely mismatched from yours— paths never meant to cross as he solemnly watched you from afar, wanting you to smile at him the way you smiled at others, wanting you to talk about your precious nerdy interests and your studies with him like you do with your friends, and wanting you to just simply look at him longer than the usual casual hello you gave him.

but you never did.

in an attempt to try and talk to you again without seeming like an absolute fucking stupid creep like last time (something he quickly realized), he started throwing parties at his frat literally every single night in hopes of you showing up, scanning the crowd and sulking in a corner when he couldn’t find you, the bags under his eyes growing darker and darker with every time you didnt make an appearance.

he tried to go back to his old ways and hook up with the girls he usually did, tried to bury you in the back of his mind and go back to before, but he just couldn’t, his mind foggy and preoccupied with thoughts of you that invaded his every neuron, making him kiss his hook ups back lazily or straight up just cancel on them— stopping all together in the end.

it had been months, and yuta sat bored out of his mind on the living room couch during another one of his parties, not a single drop of alcohol in his system as music pumped and drummed through the frat that made his headache ten times worse.

these everyday parties were pointless.

he sat up and trudged to the kitchen, pushing past his friends for a beer until he froze.

there you stood, finally, leaning against the kitchen counter all by yourself, just like how you were when he first saw you.

his eyes flew open and he quickly smoothed over his white t-shirt with his hands, heart hammering against his chest so hard that it traveled down to his ribcage as he approached you, internally freaking the fuck out.

“hey y/n,” he greeted quietly and calm, trying his absolute hardest to convey sincerity towards you. “how are you doing?”

your eyes snapped to his and you leaned back a bit, but smiled. “hi yuta! i’m doing okay. how are you?”

he could practically see the wall you had in front of him, your posture timid and cautious, and his eyes only grew more insecure.

“i’m good! do you— do you want a drink? or something? i could—”

“oh it’s okay yuta! i’m fine,” you answered shyly, a grin on your breathtaking face.

yuta gnawed on his thumb, looking around the kitchen for something, anything that could fix the image you had on him.

the fridge.

“do you um—” he walked over to the fridge, almost stumbling over his own shoes as he opened it. “do you want maybe apple juice? or— or i have chocolate milk? or sunny d i drink like an entire dozen a day but—”

you giggled.

his head snapped over to you and watched your pearly smile, shining just for him for a moment, his shoulders slowly relaxing.

yuta sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and laughed along with you.

“sunny d would be great!”

he stared blankly, and then quickly nodded. “o—okay! yes sunny d—”

he ransacked through his fridge, knocking over several cans of energy drinks and beers before he finally found the sunny d’s in the back, tearing one out from the pack and closing the fridge.

“here you go.”

your cheeks glowed pink as you shyly took the small bottle from his hands, a cute wobbly smile on your face that made yuta’s chest clench.

precious.

he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.

“i wanted to apologize—” he strained out. “for the way i spoke to you when we first met.”

you stared at him.

“it was never my intention to make you uncomfortable, and i acted like a complete dingbat with the things i said, so i just—” he scuffed his shoe against the kitchen floor. “i’m really sorry.”

you were quiet, big doe eyes blinking up at him in shock— until your frame gently deflated, eyes softening for him.

“you don’t have to apologize yuta honestly.” your soft voice soothed him, a sound he craved to hear everyday since the moment he met you. “i don’t think any less of you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“you don’t?”

you shook your head cutely, beaming. “i don’t.”

he felt like he could breathe again.

your invisible wall slowly and gradually crumbled away the more you got to know yuta after that. he was still a little flirt, but only a little flirt with you, and he still did his frat boy job duties everyday, but he toned down the parties massively and stopped playing beer pong and drinking just for fun.

it would be a lie if you said you weren’t hesitant about yuta to begin with. you knew of his reputation and the risks you ran with befriending him the way you were— you well aware that he was trying to win you over, but you saw something different in him that he didn’t show to anyone else, and you trusted him, the goodness of your heart always giving people the benefit of the doubt.

he was trying his absolute hardest for you and changing his bad traits, wanting to become a person that deserved to be with you as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and your studies all of the time, him smiling adoringly at you because he genuinely loved so much hearing you talk to him and listen to anything you had to say— and yuta was falling practically head over heels over the way you gushed about your little nerdy interests, your eyes shimmering every time.

“and what’s this one called?” he asked softly.

you glanced over. “that’s the corpse flower! they only bloom for two to three days every two to three years.”

“only for two to three days?!” he whispered harshly, the ambiance in the botanical garden quiet and serene as you both observed the different kinds of breeds, flowers being your specialty of knowledge.

and he wanted to know all about it, even though he had a pamphlet in his hand that told him everything.

he wanted to hear it from you.

“and this one?”

he pointed to a vibrant scarlet red flower.

“that’s the cardinal flower. they attract little bees and hummingbirds!”

your words were gentle and polite, your eyes sparkling at all of the different flowers in front of you.

“oo! and this one—” you stopped suddenly, slowly retracting your hand and looking at him bashfully, your cheeks redder than ever.

yuta’s eyebrows furrowed. “what? why’d you stop?” he looked to where you had been staring. “what about this one?”

“sorry!” you sputtered. “i felt like i was getting carried away and talking way too much…”

you laughed it off, but yuta only shook his head.

“no you weren’t. you weren’t at all.”

you peered up at him shyly.

“you can talk about anything you want with me wherever we are, y/n. i like it when you explain to me these things, or anything you know really.” he ruffled your hair. “i like listening to you.”

your cheeks adorned a pinky shade as you took in what he said, and you smiled so so big then, nodding.

“so what’s this one?” he pressed again, lightly.

the bed contained a mix of white and purple flowers, small and dainty as they swayed to and fro a bit with every breeze.

“those are pansies,” you leaned over the railing. “i like these especially because it looks like they have another pair attached to them on the other side.”

“like a little buddy,” yuta commented.

you laughed softly, “yeah! like a little buddy.”

he pointed to a specific pansy that had one white flower and one purple flower on the opposite side.

“that’s you and me.”

“is it?” you grinned. “who’s who?”

“you’re the white one and i’m the purple one,” yuta absentmindedly turned and grabbed your hands gently, playing with your fingertips— and you let him. “because you’re pretty and really fucking smart and way too nice to me, and i’m a douchebag and sometimes i’m a mean and scary old fart.”

you giggled loudly at his joke, shaking your head. “nuh uh. i don’t agree.”

“you don’t?” he quirked an eyebrow, a silly smile on his face.

you shook your head again. “you’re genuine yuta. really genuine. and you’re funny, you never make me feel embarrassed for the things that i love, and you make others happy!… sometimes.”

yuta laughed, “sometimes?” he softly placed your hands back at your sides. “yeah, you’re not wrong.”

“but you make me happy, always.” you finished off.

his eyes lit up like a firework. “really? so does this mean you’ll finally say yes to going out with me and give me a little kiss?”

you snickered and covered your mouth, your cheeks flushed. “nuh uh.”

“aww mannn,” yuta groaned and leaned against the railing, but turned his head to the side after a few seconds and looked at you, giving a tender smile.

your eyes continued to sparkle over the flower beds in front of you, but yuta’s eyes only sparkled at the one flower in front of him.

that’s where he started calling you flower.

“that’s okay!” he leaned back up. “i’ll keep trying.”

and boy did he try. each and every single day yuta tried as he brought you little treats from the campus cafe, or helped carry your textbooks to wherever you went, brought you neatly packaged flowers or sometimes would even pull his car over when he saw pretty ones on the side of the road, getting off and running to pluck them, handing them to you through the window with a goofy grin.

everything was bliss between you two, and your world only got brighter as you hung out with him.

but for yuta, his world got a little complicated.

his former hookups only grew sour once they found out about you, the girl yuta seemed to spend every waking hour with, completely blind sighted to the fact as they thought he would’ve dumped you months ago already.

and his frat brothers were just bothered. yuta wasn’t managing the frat like he used to before, like he was supposed to as their leader, neglecting the collective reputation they all had with him not sweet talking the entire female student body, or their parties not running every single night anymore— and even when they did run, yuta wasn’t ever even there to begin with, he was with you, something they quickly realized.

“you have to cut it out man,” one of them said. “this frat is turning into a shit hole because you keep spending your time with that girl—“ he stopped. “who the fuck even is she? i mean if it was layla fine everybody knows layla but—”

“who she is is none of your fucking business?” yuta snapped. “and just because i’m not sending girls for you to jerk your dick with doesn’t mean this frat is turning into a ‘shit hole.’”

some of the boys snickered.

“you wanna run the maintenance on the house? you wanna call up the fucking board and ask for the ten thousand fucking permits we have to have for our parties every year? you think you can run that?”

“no—”

“then be my fucking guest.”

“okay fine, i’m sorry man.” he sighed. “we haven’t had a party in a week though, we have to throw one tomorrow and you have to be there. then ill call it even.”

yuta snorted. call it even? whatever.

he begrudgingly agreed, not wanting to be there whatsoever but softening up to the fact that maybe he was neglecting his frat a little too much.

so when he called you up that day for your nightly phone calls, yuta asked for your attendance.

“i know— i know parties aren’t really your thing…” he pursed his lips, staring up at the ceiling as he had you on speaker. “but i’d feel a lot better if you were there… and you won’t be alone! you’ll be with me the whole time so—”

yuta sighed. “…i have been neglecting the frat a little bit, and they’re pissed at me.”

you gasped softly, “they are?”

“yeah but i don’t give a fuck.”

you both giggled.

“but i do want to make them somewhat happy so that’s why i gotta throw this party… can you come? it’s okay if not flower don’t worry—”

“of course i can go yuta!” you spoke cutely over the speaker. “as long as you give me a sunny d i’ll be okay.”

he laughed.

“i feel like…” you struggled. “them being mad and what’s happening with your frat is partially my fault yuta… i’m sorry.”

your voice was so worrisome, you feeling tremendous guilt on the other line as you bit your lip.

“what?” his eyes narrowed. “no flower, absolutely not. why would you think that?”

“because i keep asking you to hang out with me,” you spoke softly. “and i feel like im hogging you from your frat boy duties.”

yuta chuckled and shook his head. “i would ten times rather spend time with you than hang out with these fucking dummies.” he sat up on his bed. “i love it when you ask for me flower. keep doing it please. whatever that’s happening with my frat strictly has to do with me okay? not you.”

you grinned on the other end, your heart giddy. “okay.”

so the night of the party, you showed up to his frat looking absolutely gorgeous in your tight little dress, his hands instantly clamming up and his throat closing at the scent of your strawberry perfume and lovely face alone.

yuta tried so hard to keep his eyes respectful and not drift down to your ass or the way your perfect tits squeezed out from the top, almost physically slapping himself when he accidentally touched you way lower than he should have when guiding you through the crowd.

everywhere he went people were greeting him or passing him shots, him quickly acknowledging everybody and downing whatever they gave him as you shyly and timidly stuck to his body (which he loved).

yuta taught you how to play beer pong that night and cheered like an absolute fucking idiot whenever you would make it in, drinking the cups for you instead as he knew you weren’t the biggest fan of alcohol, which made you a little weak in the knees that he catered to you so much.

the party was actually way more fun than the both of you expected, especially for yuta, because he proudly had you on his arm as you walked throughout the house, you trying your absolute hardest to ignore the stares you got from different girls and not uttering a single word about it to yuta, not wanting to burden him and take his focus away from rejuvenating the frat and his brothers.

all was bliss, until it wasn’t.

“is this her? the girl you’re always talking to?” one of his frat brothers stumbled through the crowd, the one that argued with him the day before, drunk off of his freaking mind as his eyes raked over your body like nothing.

yuta instantly picked up on that and stiffened, “yeah.”

he tried his best to swallow his annoyance and be civil as he gently placed a hand on your back and softly ushered you forward, you shy and clinging onto his shirt. “this is y/n.”

“h—hi.”

“i see why you abandoned us for a nerd man!” he slurred. “she’s fucking hot. never seen tits look so good—”

your breath hitched.

“the fuck you just say?” yuta tugged you behind him. “the hell is wrong with you man? don’t talk about her like that.”

you noticed several eyes looking over.

“what!” he hiccuped dumbly. “they do! why are you getting pissed—”

“i don’t give a shit!” yuta snapped. “don’t talk about her like that!”

he scoffed, swaying a little. “what, like you actually care about her anyways—”

“are you fucking serious?” yuta stepped forward and you tugged him back, your eyes frantic as they scanned over the crowd forming and back to him.

“no yuta, he’s drunk it’s okay—”

“she’s just another one for your body count, once you fuck her you’re gonna leave—”

yuta slipped from your grasp and lunged at him, tackling him and towering over him on the ground as he fisted his shirt and jerked him up, yuta landing punch after punch to his face as the crowd yelled, cheered and recorded around you.

“yuta please!” you tried to get his attention, your chest heaving in a panic as you watched the other guy land a hit on yuta, not wanting him to get hurt over you at all whatsoever.

yuta dodged another coming hit and beat the shit out of him, grueling him down to a mere pulp as everything around him went completely white and fuzzy, his body stinging with absolute rage.

he was furious.

finally, several other frat brothers broke through the crowd and pulled yuta off of him.

“that’s enough that’s enough!”

“guys stop!”

quickly, you grabbed yuta’s hand once they put him aside and tugged him away from the crowd, speed walking to the front door.

“you’re out of the fucking frat you piece of shit!” yuta practically roared behind him as you pulled him. “you’re out!”

your trembling fingers hurriedly turned the knob and opened the door, dragging him out down the steps to the porch and across the grass, not saying a single word to him yet as he kept breathing out desperate apologies to you with every step.

once you both were a safe distance away from the house and just a tiny bit down the street, you let go of his hand and turned to him.

“—fuck im sorry i’m sorry im so sorry—” yuta shoved the base of his palms into his eyes as he threw his head back, “i just fucked everything up between us i—”

yuta knew you would never want to be with a guy like him, especially one that couldn’t keep his shit together and resorted to violence the way he did minutes ago, right in front of you. a guy like that didn’t deserve you. you deserved way way fucking more. and as he tore his palms away from his face, eyes looking up at the night sky, he knew he completely messed up his chances with you for good.

his head snapped down to look at you, his eyebrows pinched and eyes contorted in absolute guilt and agony as he placed his bloody knuckled hands on your little cheeks.

“i’m so fucking sorry he said those things to you like that that was not okay flower,” he emphasized. “and i’m so sorry i beat him when you told me not to i— i just couldn’t stand there when he was talking to you like that man—”

he dropped his hands and cursed, his arms going up as he covered his eyes again.

“yuta it’s okay—”

“no,” he shook his head and looked at you. “no it’s not okay. you deserve way more than this and no matter how fucking hard i try to do better, the life i built before you just doesn’t let me.”

his eyes got so sad, saying words he didn’t want to say, but knew he had to. “you shouldn’t be around a guy like me flower, you really shouldn’t. fuck— i don’t want you around a guy like me. you’re too precious for that. i’m gonna end up screwing you over like i always do—”

“yuta stop.” you raised your voice a little, your tone one he’d never ever heard come out of your mouth, firm and serious in contrast to the sweetness you always gave him.

he shut right up.

“come sit down with me on the curb,” you pulled his arm. “please.”

he followed you and sat down next to you on the side walk with his head down, you taking in how yuta only had one little cut next to his eyebrow, pride funnily bubbling up in your chest as you realized how good he actually fought.

he did that. for you. he made a scene out of himself and protected your name.. for you. although you hated that he got into a fight, you knew he was trying so so hard for you, going above and beyond for a year now trying to fix himself to be a better man deserving of you, and you were immensely touched, no one having put even close to that amount of effort like he was in your life.

“you don’t get to decide what i deserve yuta.”

his eyes shot in your direction “but as a friend i’m telling you—”

you huffed as you grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

you kissed him.

yuta’s eyes were blown astronomically wide as you did, his heart no longer beating as he could’ve sworn he was dead right now, not believing that you were actually kissing him.

him.

you pulled apart from his lips with a smack, your hands still on his red cheeks. “a guy who’s willing to literally change himself without me having to ask, trying to be better for me everyday without fault for literally a year, doing everything he can to make me happy? definitely deserves me yuta. you deserve me.”

you pecked his forehead softly and pulled back again, his body going numb when you did. “so what if you beat the shit out of him? i would do it too if someone was talking to you like that i don’t care. i’d lose but i’d do it,” you giggled. “i didn’t like the fight because i don’t want you getting hurt, ever, period. but you literally scrapped him up like it was nothing, so i don’t have anything to worry about.”

he shook his head and playfully rolled his eyes. “no flower that’s the thing you’re too sweet to me, i don’t want you justifying—”

“yuta be quiet!” you whispered harshly, giving him a silly grin. “you talk too much.”

you reached up and very very gently pecked the little cut on the side of his eyebrow, feeling a cool calming waterfall wash over his body at the feeling of your soft lips finally on him, something he’s wished upon every star for.

“you’re so good to me yuta, truly you are. and i’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say this because i’m always nervous but—” you smiled endearingly. “i do want to go out with you, and i do want to give you little kisses. all of the time.”

yuta slowly let his forehead fall against yours, feeling like he was in a dream as the only emotion he felt at the moment was bliss. pure honeyed bliss as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, his face burying in your silky hair.

his hard work had finally paid off, and he had every fucking intention of keeping up that work until the day he dies, wanting you, his shy and timid precious little flower forever in his life— you changing him for the better so much that he finally feels like he’s properly healthy, in more ways than one.

“we’re going out tomorrow,” he mumbled into your hair. “bright and early. i’m gonna take you to get breakfast, and then we’re gonna go to that aquarium you’ve been wanting to go to for weeks now, and then i’m gonna buy you a souvenir, and then i’m gonna take you to get your nails done—”

“yu!” you pulled back and giggled happily. “you don’t have to buy me anything my goodness. just you is enough.”

he bit his lip, smiling like a fucking idiot.

“really?”

“really.”

“well too fucking bad i’m gonna do it anyways.”

he pulled you back in as you laughed and buried his face back into your hair, not wanting to break away at all, feeling like the richest douchebag in the world as he finally had you as his.

you scooted your face up then and nudged him, him pulling a part in response as you proceeded to plant another sugary kiss to his lips, yours lingering as they melted into a perfect mold against his mouth, yuta’s heart absolutely soaring, your red invisible strings close together at last.

he finally had you.

finally.

and he was never letting you go.

[syoounn]

Them trying period pain simulator

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Characters: Chuuya, Dazai, Fyodor, Sigma

Chuuya

Chuuya quirks a brow at your random suggestion. It's an odd question for sure. He blinks, raising his head from the crook of your neck.

“A period pain….Simulator…?” He echoes, confusion lacing his voice. He props himself up on his elbows to look at you a little more directly. “Why on earth would you want me to do that, Doll-“

As soon as you explain the purpose of the simulator, He laid there, relaxed, and let you set up this “pain simulator” thing.

"Fine.. I can take it even the highest level anyway.." He said, sounding cool and not fond of the idea.

Chuuya wasn’t exactly sure of what to expect, but he knew it was going to be bad. He just didn’t know HOW bad.

The moment the simulator turned on, Chuuya inhaled sharply, arching his back with a small groan of pain.

“F—-k-“ He cursed, his hands clenching into fists. The simulated pains weren’t at all gentle whatsoever.

Chuuya groaned again, shifting his body a bit to try and get more comfortable, but in return, the pain only intensified. Chuuya tried his best to muffle his pained noises by pressing his hands over his mouth, keeping his gaze up at the ceiling.

Chuuya then heard you giggling as he raised his head, looking at you. He gave you a look that was simultaneously annoyed but also kind of pitiful.

“Y’think this is funny? I feel like I’m dying, Doll.”

Chuuya let out a sound that was a strange mix between a pained whine and a scoff.

“Not fair,” He grumbles, shifting his body onto his side. “This thing is cranked up t-to 10 in intensity… ain’t ya’ gonna turn it down a bit..?”

"What do you mean? it's only level 4.." You said.

Chuuya froze, his body stiffening up a bit from hearing that. He had thought that the simulator was at the highest level of intensity the whole time, but now that he heard you say that… that made it worse.

“T-this is only f-fucking LEVEL 4?!” He asked, turning his head to look at you with an almost frightened expression.

A few minutes later and Chuuya was already a complete mess. He was clinging to you like a lifeline, his face buried in the crook of your neck, and his arms were wrapped tightly around your body. Chuuya was trying his best to suppress the whimpers and the sniffles of pain that he was letting out. He still had a bit of his stubborn dignity, but he was crumbling quickly, slowly losing the battle against trying to look tough.

"I thought you could do it until the highest level.." you said.

Chuuya groans against your skin,

“H-highest level my a—ass-“ He hissed, his voice shaky and breathless.

Chuuya continued to cling to you, pressing himself against you like a small, clingy puppy. His breathing was slowly returning to normal, but he still was trembling slightly. Perhaps this is the only way to get rid of his "coolness"

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Dazai

Dazai is just clinging to you as he usually does as he tilts his head up at you, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He’s heard of those things before, though he isn’t exactly sure what it is. He’ll admit he is curious.

“A period pain simulator, huh? What, you wanna see if I can handle worse than you..?” He teases lightly, letting his arms fall from your body as he sits up, turning to face you.

"You think you can handle it?" You questioned.

He gives you a smirk, crossing his arms and nodding.

“Darling, I’m a grown man; I can handle anything life throws at me. I'm not saying I’m not gonna whine and complain while I’m at it, but I’m sure whatever that thing can dish out, I can handle~”

Dazai grins, his words full of confidence. He figures he’s dealt with far worse things in life, so something that’s just supposed to simulate period cramps shouldn’t be THAT bad… Right?

Dazai watches you in silence as you set the simulator up on him, still wearing a smile as he’s sure he’s able to withstand the feeling. But as soon as you turn it on, his entire demeanour changes.

His eyes widen as unexpected pain courses through his body, his jaw clenches at the uncomfortable feeling, and he lets out an exhale that sounds almost like a gasp.

The room filled with Dazai's sound of whimper and groan as you decided to turn it off.. Chuuya lets out a small sigh of relief as you turn off the simulator. He then shoots you a look, his cheeks a little flushed, and he looks rather needy looking.. is this his plan all along..?

You look at him with suspicious look he just smiles. "Ahh..~ I've been in pain.. don't i deserve to have a-..

You then turn on the simulator again. Dazai's eyes widen in surprise as the simulator simulates the cramps again. He lets out another pained groan, his hands clutching at the bed spread as the pain returns.

“Bella- turn it off- ah-“ He groaned, looking up at you through half lidded eyes.

Looks like you’ll have fun torturing him?

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Fyodor

I don't even know how you manage to convince him, and perhaps you can see this other side of him, but anyways... He snickers lightly, seemingly entertained by the idea. A smirk rests on his lips. "You want to see how well I can endure menstrual cramp simulations? How intriguing."

He takes in the sight of the device, his expression neutral, yet his gaze slightly narrowed, as if studying it closely. "I must admit, I am quite interested to see if this simulator will manage to mimic the pain experienced during a woman's menstrual cycle."

"Alright.. I'll start it up, " you said.

A slight wince appears on his face as the simulator begins its work, the first wave of discomfort making itself known. Nevertheless, he remains silent, determined not to let it affect him too, obviously. He does his best to maintain a neutral facade, though his eyes betray a hint of strain.

The simulator's simulated cramps get increasingly more intense with each passing moment, and Fyodor can't help but feel his determination beginning to crack. Sweat beads on his temple, and his pale face flushes with effort.

Yet, he continues to bite back any further sounds of discomfort, refusing to give it the satisfaction. He mutters through clenched teeth, "How much longer...?"

"It's only level 4..." You said.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, a hint of disbelief flickering in their depths. Level 4? He'd barely endured the first few waves of pain. He grits his teeth and closes his eyes for a moment, drawing in a shaky breath. "How many more levels are there?"

"Like 10 levels.." you said.

Fyodor continues to suffer in silence, his eyes squeezed shut, and his teeth clenched tightly together, stubbornly refusing to give the simulator the satisfaction of breaking his composure. The pain is increasing, getting almost unbearable, and he struggles to keep the sounds of strained gasps from spilling past his lips, struggling to push through the immense discomfort that has taken hold of his body.

"Do you want it to stop..?" you asked.

He opens his mouth to respond, then stops, his pride warring with his sense of self-preservation. Admitting defeat is not exactly his style, but the pain is excruciating and nearly unbearable. After a few moments, he grits out, through clenched teeth, "Tch. Very well. Turn it off."

"How was it?" you asked.

He takes a moment to gather his composure, his breathing still somewhat shaky from the ordeal he'd just endured. He runs a hand through his damp hair and shakes head slightly, trying to clear it. When he finally responds, his voice is slightly strained, and he allows just a hint of pain to creep into it. "Quite... intense. I must admit, it was even worse than I'd imagined."

He exhales slowly and lets his gaze drift over to the device, still feeling the aftereffects of the pain. "You certainly chose quite the... interesting way to spend our time together, my dear."

A sly smile twists his lips. "And here I thought you simply desired to see me squirm in pain."

You then got surprised by that.. he totally caught you. He moves a hand to his stomach, rubbing it in a slow, almost comforting gesture. "However, despite the rather... unpleasant experience, I can not help but feel a sense of respect. You have certainly managed to find a way to surprise me, dear."

He chuckles softly, his voice regaining some of its usual calm. "Still, do not expect me to agree to such a thing again anytime soon. That... experience was not exactly how I'd planned to spend my evening."

He lifts his gaze to meet yours, his smirk turning more cheeky. "Now, if you're in the mood for more pleasurable activities, I would be more than happy to oblige, my dear."

Well, i guess good luck to yourself tonight...

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Sigma

Sigma thought over it for a moment before responding to you.

“You want me to experience what it feels to have a period?” He asked now, looking at you with a pout, but not saying no.

"You don't have to if you don't want.." you said.

He thought over it again and then finally made a decision.

“Okay, fine, I’ll do it. Just for you, though.” He said before he removed the hair from his eyes and then looked at you with a shy and nervous expression.

You then prepared the simulator he sat down properly on the bed, mentally preparing himself for the pain he’s about the experience, not knowing what he’s gotten himself into.

The pain simulator then started to turn on and Sigma started to feel like something is tightening up inside of him, a burning sensation as the pain started to spread all over his abdomen, he gripped his shirt now as pained groans escaped his lips, looking at you again, wondering if this was worth it.

The pain just started to become worse and worse as time went by, Sigma now started to whimper out quietly, the pain growing more unbearable, he felt like crying now because of the pain, he just didn’t know how you could handle it, the pain and the cramps was awful.

You saw Sigma’s expression as you turned it off and felt bad.. as you spoke.

"Are you okay?"

When the simulation was turned off, Sigma just sat there for a moment, taking a few deep breaths before nodding at you.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine..” He said quietly in a shaky voice, still a bit in shock and surprised at how painful it is.

Yes it was unbelievable to him that you actually had to suffer from this every single month, dealing with the pain and the cramps, and yet somehow you can still act like your normal self, it just makes him want to do everything he can to make you feel better whenever you are going through your period, he just wanted to protect you from everything.

He looked back at you, watching the concern in your eyes. He just wanted to comfort you and make you feel better. He wanted to spoil you.

He then opened his arms to you, signalling for you to join him, which you did. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close in his embrace, pulling you to rest on his chest, nuzzling into you, letting out a quiet sigh as he did so.

As then these few days, you notice Sigma become affectionate and spoil you more, ahh.. he's such a sweetie.

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(Sorry for not updating for a long time! i promise I'll update more soon!!) ( =＾ω＾)

[kirikeijii]

Hello! Hope you having a nice day, I saw your Elsa x Gojo fanfic and was in love!! The way you write is amazing (it doesn’t help im also a sucker for the JJK x Disney ships) if your still down for writing crossover ships could you please write one for Snow White x Inumaki? Their really cute like her voice brings life while his kills them!! The scenario could be anything you think would fit them since their such interesting characters BUT my one request is that you make her able to understand him like how Megumi understands him!! I would really appreciate if you dont this request but take your time I know schools starting soon!! 🫶

can I be 🍇 anon also?

ᯓ★ Hi 🍇 anon !! This is so long ago but I had so much schoolwork when this was requested. I love this idea oml but anyway, you ask and you shall receive<3

𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐭. 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞

Inumaki x Reader

Synopsis: What happens when two opposites attract?

cw: fluff and a bit of insecurities

Inumaki's life was peaceful, he saw black and white. He limited his words to rice ball ingredients to protect his friends. He thought he'd never be able to express his feelings of happiness or suffering.

He swore he heard an angel singing down at the garden where he was headed. The garden where he would pour out everything he felt since his speech doesn't affect the plants.

He swore he fell in love the moment he saw you singing to the roses and lilies he planted while you poured water from the watering can. He swore he melted like an ice cream under the sun just from hearing you.

That was the day he met the complete opposite of him but oddly enough complemented him.

He later learned you had a reverse curse technique from your voice. "Yeah I can bring some things back to life. Like plants and dead animals. I'm still learning how to heal people too."

"Shake," Inumaki smiled at you.

"Yeah, I know it's so cool right." You giddily told him and continued to water the plants but Inumaki was confused. How did you do that? Did you read his mind? Is that one of your techniques too?

Curiosity got the better of him, he tried to ask. "Oh, that. I can basically understand any language, literally. I can hear the ants talking about world domination, it's really scary sometimes." You pout.

And with that, you earned a laugh from him. Which made you laugh and just like that you two were friends. That eventually led to dating. You and he are inseparable. No one understood each other more than you two did.

But you two were the complete opposite.

He liked playing games, you liked listening and dancing to music.

He's really quiet while you yap a lot.

He liked staying indoors over going outside like you want.

You two always had opposite opinions about almost everything.

"I told you the bowl should go by the door so when you enter you just drop your keys!" You showed him.

"Okaka! Mentaiko..." Inumaki crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at you.

"Ah, excuse me! You can't just say things like that." You furrowed your brows trying to stay as mad as possible.

But no matter how much you want to be mad at him, he's still the love of your life. The one who would teach you his games so the both of you can play together.

The one who would sneak up behind you as you danced to the music you put on the record player and dance with you with the look of love in his eyes.

The one who understands you more than you understood yourself, vice versa. The one who listens to you as you yap about how the mission you took was so very tiring as he wraps you around his arms.

The one who plans a picnic date in the garden because he knows how much you love the breeze passing by and how the pretty flowers would dance with it.

The one who comes up with solutions for stupid problems like where to put a decorative bowl. "Tuna tuna," he held up a second decorative bowl and pecked your forehead already forgiven for being stubborn.

Inumaki was always afraid to express his feelings due to lack of words and understanding, now that you're here, he understands.

You weren't just his complete opposite. You were his other half.

SORRY THIS WAS KINDA LAME

I made an alternative story more angst for the reader type

Sure, you helped Inumaki overcome his fear of no one being able to understand him forever, but no one told you he was the one who understands you.

Being able to heal with your technique? Everyone thought you lived your life! But that was just the complete opposite, you were overwhelmed with your technique.

The thought of people expecting you to be the best, heal people instantly. The expectation they set on you to help people they want you to. The words they'll say once they find out you weren't able to.

It weighed on your chest like a 300 pound dumbbell. Unable to sleep every night, you go out, walking around until you spotted a field of flowers and birds.

You've always liked the greens, flowers, animals, and the outdoors. You were only five when they started talking to you. Dogs, cats, birds, rats, etc.

It was scary at first of course, but you managed to find comfort in them. Anything you would say to them were things you would've never told any human because of how they'll judge you for it.

"Why are you overwhelmed?"

"Granted the technique to heal people and complaining? So ungrateful."

"Are you kidding? I would be so happy I get to heal others."

It might be a reversed curse technique but you never really felt like it was reversed. It was just a cursed technique, because for every life you healed their darkest soul was trapped with you.

In your mind.

So loud.

Inumaki thought he needed you more than you needed him but that was just the opposite. Because he couldn't speak a lot. He listens, he listens attentively.

Paying attention to every detail you lay out. Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I tried my best to be nice to people and heal them as much as I can there's these voices in my head that creep up on me every night to haunt me for every soul I've heard." You rant to him.

"And- and- why are you looking at me like that?" You asked the boy but he just smiled at you.

"shake shake," As long as I'm here, you're not alone. He pulled you in his arms, trapping you as he laid his head on your shoulder. "I won't let anyone hurt you," he whispered in a soft tone no one heard but you.

At that moment you felt peace, like someone was on your side for the first time. You laid your head on his, staring at the photograph you took the first day you met at the garden.

THIS WAS ALSO KINDA LAME I'M SORRY I WROTE THIS AT 5AM IN THE MORNING AND I HAVEN'T SLEPT YET BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. SO VERY SORRY IF IT DID NOT MEET YOUR EXPECTATIONS

[bicheetopuff]

Hi @nemovanilla ! This is in reference to one of the tags on this post.

Sorry for taking a while to elaborate. I was gonna just explain in a reply but realized the way I explain things is always longer than it needs to be so I figured I respond in its own post. So anyways…

Contents:

I: Nighteye’s unwillingness to admit when he’s wrong

II: Deku’s unwillingness to just accept fate

III: The power of willpower and conviction

IV: Changing fate

V: Conclusion

I: Nighteye’s unwillingness to admit when he’s wrong

So if you’ve followed me for a while, you already know I don’t like Nighteye that much. However, I’ll admit that overtime I realized that I really wasn’t supposed to like him.

He’s overly cynical and critical of Deku despite the fact that he’s just a teenager. A major part of his character is that once he had something in mind, he’d run with it. His word is law to him and it annoyed the shit out of me. But you can’t really blame him because that’s the nature of his quirk. As All Might said, his foresight has never been wrong.

Once he had set in his mind that All Might was going to die, and needed a successor to pass OFA to (despite it not being his decision) he found Mirio and just clung to him. He even admits to himself on his death bed that he only initially took in Mirio for the sake of convincing All Might to make him his successor.

Because of that, he refused to have faith in Deku as All Mights successor and it took him all the up to the day he died to see what All Mights saw in Deku. It was the first time someone had ever proven him wrong.

II: Deku’s unwillingness to just accept fate

Since chapter one, Deku has proved time and time again that he refuses to accept circumstances that he deems unfair no matter how unrealistic his success would be. For example:

-Saving Katsuki from the sludge villain. He had no way of defending himself yet he still ran to save him when no one else would, influencing All Mights actions. If Izuku hadn’t done anything, everyone probably just would’ve stood by idly while watching a middle schooler die.

-Saving Uraraka from the one pointers at the entrance exam. While Uraraka most likely wouldn’t have died cuz she had the means to save herself, Deku still forced himself to do something about it, regardless of being too scared to move just a moment before.

-Convincing Todoroki to take control of his own fate at the sports festival by using both his left and right side.

-Hunting down Iida before he could kill Stain and somehow beating him despite most pros failing to do so.

Saving Kota from Muscular, Katsuki from AFO, Eri from Chisaki, the list goes on. But all of that to say that despite odds being against him in all of these circumstances, he persevered out of pure stubbornness and his unwavering conviction to save as many people as he can.

So, when All Might explained to Deku that he was destined to die, the first thing Deku did was try to figure out how he can change that. Initially it sounds like grief ridden denial but it later takes on a new meaning.

(I find this entire conversation almost ironic. All Might accepts that his fate has already been decided and Deku rebuttals by saying that he’ll be by his side to change said fate. But, throughout the entire final arc, Deku hasn’t even spoken to All Might. He was by someone else’s side (figuratively) changing All Mights fate.)

III: The power of willpower and conviction

So, in the Hassaikai raid:

This is when we start to realize the true meaning of Nighteyes character. The entire point of his character is to be proven wrong (in my opinion).

He represents the expectation of typical shonen tropes and he actively tries to enforce those stereotypes ever since he’s introduced in the story with beliefs similar to “the strongest heroes successor should already slightly stronger than the average person with light hair and light eyes,” hence why he clung to Mirio so much. Mirio fits the “my power is a curse but I’m admirable because I worked really hard to control it” trope and while one can argue that Deku fits this trope too, I don’t think he does. Deku has never viewed OFA as cursed. He’s always considered it a blessing. Controlling OFA took less than a hundred chapters and he was never looked down upon for it.

Oh and don’t forget “the mentors untimely death to further character development for the mc.” If anything, Katsuki took over that one. (Can katsuki be considered a mentor, technically? Since Deku always looked up to him so much and learned from him more than he learned from anyone else? This is a genuine question, pls help)

Those are major ingredients for the shonen formula and, according to Nighteye, that’s fate. Things that are destined to happen in a shonen manga because that’s what always happens in a shonen manga.

By his and most shonen readers standards, Mirio, Katsuki, or Todoroki should’ve been the mc to declare your run of the mill shonen comic book. But they’re not. Fate was changed and stereotypes were pushed already by Deku’s mere existence. He’s fought his whole life against people who didn’t believe in him and Nighteye was no different.

He had to continue proving his haters wrong and being told that he can’t do something furthers his willpower to help people no matter the cost (not that that’s entirely healthy but, you know.)

People that know Deku have seen time and time again that he reaches his goals no matter how steep the hill might be. He never ceases to surprise people (I think Uraraka said something similar at some point but I can’t remember when) so the people around him that know him on the surface, have faith in him.

And according to Nighteye, that’s all they needed.

IV: Changing Fate

Nighteyes foresight changed because Deku and co. refused to lay down and accept fate so, they fought it instead. And won. Deku proved to Nighteye that All Mights fate could be changed.

Skipping ahead to the final war arc, All Might is fighting that villain that was destined to follow through on All Mights unspeakably gruesome death. He starts looking back on his life as he waits for it to happen. People watching the broadcast just accepted that he was about to die.

However…

Remember what was said about faith? Yeah Izuku holds a lot of that in Katsuki. As for a character, other than Izuku (and Dabi but this ain’t about him), with enough will and conviction to change his own fate in order to change his mentors? I can’t think of anyone else but Katsuki.

(The panel of Eraserhead at the press conference after Katsuki was kidnapped was supposed to go here but I ran out of space so I’ll just give the quote: “Any lapse in his behavior is my failing. Still… he behaved that way at the sports festival because he has such strong convictions and ideals… more than anyone, he pursues the title of top hero with everything he’s got. If the villains have mistaken that for a weakness… then their thought process is indeed superficial.”)

Thus, Nighteye’s foresight was changed.

Izuku proved that All Mights fate could be changed, and Katsuki was the one who changed it.

V: Conclusion

This post probably could’ve been a lot shorter and summed up in only a few paragraphs but, where’s the fun in that? I honestly really wanted to talk about it in depth because I find this part of the narrative so poetic and beautiful.

In the Hassaikai arc, everyone had to believe in Deku. In this arc, all Katsuki needed was for Deku to believe in him. Making Deku’s faith in Katsuki just as strong as everyone’s faith in him.

It just kinda reminds me how bnha is really just a parody of shonen manga, calling out really dumb tropes time and time again by referencing western superhero media that’s been pushing away these same tropes for decades now.

Anyways, I hope this is a good enough elaboration lmao. If I keep typing, this post will end up being too long.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

hi!! i literally love ur atsv works(also the fact that you're a shifter too,,,like you're giving me so much content for my scripts <33). anyways, i was wondering if i could request an e42!miles x a felicia hardy/black cat variant(name doesn't have to by felicia hardy ofc) who's like a top art thief or something and prowler!miles meets them for the first time in the middle of a heist ?

I only watch the movies & am not really into the comics, so I don't really have an idea on the full character of felicia other than that she's a flirty cat burglar. So go wild on how you'd perceive her in earth42!

thanks!!

-🐈‍⬛

(Hello! lmao, shifting is amazing and these help my scripts and motivation also, lol. So sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy!)

Felicia Hardy!Reader

You and Miles would have a certain dynamic

Like you guys would sorta be rivals, who could pull of better heists, missions, who gets caught least and who can go undetected and be the stealthiest

Shit like that is a competition to you two

Especially when you guys didn't even know each other

Miles heard about you on the news one day, and it seemed people thought you were pulling off better heists than the Prowler

Miles couldn't have that, no sir

So, he pulled off a bigger one, and this, rivalry began behind the masks

It was sorta entertaining, seeing how you never interacted but seemingly were so competitive

Miles was actually impressed on how you pulled off your stunts and heists

Especially if you hit somewhere big and got a lot of shit on the making

He never knew your plan, you never seemed to go somewhere personal or have connections to there

It seemed you just hit where you want and grabbed whatever was in your way

I think you guys could be great ass partners

And Miles was shocked to see that even Uncle Aaron thought so

Uncle Aaron thought you would be a good asset or you would be a good person to have to work with, not against

Miles was stubborn, of course, and don't wanna admit that he was right

Until he actually met you and came face to face with you

And not gonna lie, Miles was pretty much just staring at you

You seemed to pop up out of nowhere, just sitting on a rooftop as he busy out the door

He didn't even notice you for a minute, he was trying to flee from the cops that showed up and to be honest they got him pretty good on the side before he got to the roof

You actually reminded Miles of a black cat when he first saw you, which held true to the name people around the city gave you

You didn't help Miles out off the roof really, just wanting to see him in person to see if he held up to his name

He did, you got your answer and left with a smile

Miles couldn't help but watch you go before he had to leave himself

He told Uncle Aaron about the whole thing and his uncle laughed at him

Soon after, it seemed like you always were you the same place Miles was

Even if it wasn't a heist, even on his apartment buildings roof

He couldn't tell you were coming, or the amount of times you sat in the dark and watched as he had no idea

You have a habit or watching and sneaking up on him so much he's now looking over his shoulder

But after you guys get past that, you guys actually make a pretty good duo

Maybe crime fighting, maybe regular teens

Miles was not prepared on how flirt you wer

Sure he was shocked at how stealth and smart, but nothing could compare him for the amount of nicknames, and whispering you did to him

Or the fact you were so shameless about it all

He never got flustered, but somehow you always did that to him

He did it a fair amount back, but catch him of caught and babe it's so fun

I have nothing else so here's how you first met:

"Shit…" Miles cursed under his breath, holding his side as he stumbled out onto the roof, leaning his back against the wall.

He could hear police yelling to each other, the dogs barking as they tried to sniff him out.

Miles knew he wasn't about to be caught, he just worried on how he would get out of this without being spotted and followed back home.

Miles grimaced, hissing under his breath as he pushed off the wall, almost stumbling as he walked off to peer over the side of the roof.

Miles cringed at how many police cars say around the building, all ready for him to walk out. Like hell he would.

"Running outta luck?"

Miles almost jumped, turning around quickly in the dark. It took a moment before his eyes settled, finding a figure laying on their back, just above the roof where the door was.

You laid with your arms crossed under your head, turning slightly to look at him, almost amused and with a cat-like smile.

"How long have you been watching me?" Miles glared, but in his mind almost surprised, and impressed, at how long you sat there without him knowing.

You hummed, still smiling as you sat back up, throwing your legs over the edge.

"Since- like, May?" You offered, leaning onto your arm, throwing your head back to think.

Miles looked at you, half surprised and half shocked, trying to form what an actual sentence would mean before your eyes lit up.

You laughed at yourself quietly, knowing that's not what he meant, but loving the look of utter shock on his face.

"Yeah, sorry. Be more specific next time, sweetheart." You shook your head, hopping down from the small platform.

Miles could almost back up, but had nowhere to go, instead standing and watching silently through his mask as you walked towards him.

Your steps were quiet, calculated and almost careful, like a cat as you hummed, a look on your face he couldn't describe as you circled him.

You were looking over his suit, running your fingers on his suit, nodding to yourself as you felt the material.

Something about you made Miles unable to pull away, instead lifting his arm to give you more space as you ran your fingers around his body, stopping in front of him.

Miles was able to see the small smirk on your face, standing in front of him with your hand on the Prowler mark on his suit.

"So, how is the Prowler is stuck on a rooftop with cops around?" You laughed, looking up at him with the same smile.

"Not stuck." Miles denied, not looking away from you as you leaned in, getting a closer look at his mask.

"Oh, then poor you." You mocked, thumbing over his mask, as he surprisingly, didn't say anything about it.

"Why are you here?" Miles finally asked, getting another small laugh from you as you glanced into his eyes.

"Wanted to see if you were the real deal." You shrugged, your face close to his.

"Got what you wanted?" Miles asked, his voice cool and calm, sorta distorted through the mask, but watching perfectly as your hand slipped down.

You looked back into his eyes through the mask, studying almost carefully before you hummed, stepping back.

"Yup. Certainly." You laughed, standing on the edge as you held up a bag. One of the bags Miles had robbed.

Miles patted around his body, feeling one missing from his pockets, looking up to see you with a hand on your hip, holding it out teasingly.

Though it was Miles, he couldn't find it to reach out and take it, instead watching your proud smirk.

"Seems you were too distracted to know." You teased before Miles could say anything else, tucking the bag into your pockets.

"See ya around, Miles."

And with a final wink, you stepped off the ledge, leaving a stunned Miles in your wake.

"Hey- wait!" Miles yelled out, seeing you disappear as he hurried towards the edge, looking down and being shocked as he saw you nowhere around.

He could hear your laugh echoing around him, the bag missing from his side gone with you.

And, you called him Miles.

You were watching him for a while, for too long, and you knew too much.

Miles couldn't wrap his head around it, shaking his head as he thought over every second you stood in front of him, every moment leading up to this.

And the fact he never knew. Never knew you were there. Never knew you were watching.

Miles couldn't help but chuckle, impressed and shocked, looking around the dark for any sign of you, not that he would find it.

He needed to leave, he knew that, but maybe he could add one more thing to his list of shit to do.

From the way he could still feel your fingertips running along his body, the way you hummed, smiled or laughed, and the way you said his name,

Miles couldn't help but want to see you again

[acesandocs]

Finally a fic that includes a cannon character. In this case Viktor, its an exploration of what Viktor thinks of Ace and is written from his perspective. It also discusses his reaction to Ace's gender identity which he has a somewhat reductive view of. I wrote what i think would be the most likely reaction from him considering his age and the environment he grew up in. The story takes place after Ace started working for Atlas but before Atlas died. Ace presented exclusively masculine at this point.

Also thanks so much to @ahhhh-118 for beta reading for me and helping me come up with some ideas for the title card!

Content Warning: mentions of gun violence, serious injury, blood and drugs (medical painkillers)

What the hell was he thinking! Just running in like that, stupid kid. Viktor spared quick glances over to Ace in the passenger seat. He’d slumped to the side and was leaning on the car door window now. Don’t worry just drive. Why was he worried in the first place. He was just some idiot kid he’d been saddled with for the night. It was initially just supposed to be him and Mordecai, but the tuxedo cat had gotten caught up in some other business he had to finish. So the kid had been sent with him as a replacement. He just needed some extra muscle anyway so this would be easy, but apparently not. They'd been ambushed on the side of the road. He’d just let the him out of his sight for a second but suddenly he was right in the middle of all the gunfire. The kid was lucky one bullet was the worst he got. He even tried to wave it off like it wasn't a big deal

‘’Jus’ drop me off at the cafe, I’ll be fine’’ Is what he said.

It was almost tempting. This isn't how Viktor wanted to spend the rest of his afternoon. But if he couldn't trust the kid not to run into open gunfire he knew he probably wouldn't be able to get medical help on his own. Viktor pulled up to what he thought was Ace’s apartment building.

‘’Which is- ‘’

Viktor said as he looked over just to see Ace fiddling with the door handle. He managed to grab the back of his shirt before he could face plant out the door. Once the Slovak managed to get the boy safely back in his seat, he grabbed a coat from the back and got out muttering a foreign curse ot two while quickly making his way to the other side of the car.

‘’Apartment number’’ he said sporting one of his infamous glares.

‘’…407‘’ Ace coughed out.

Viktor offered him a shoulder to lean on but he refused. Why was he so stubborn about this. Ace was usually overly familiar him. He sighed and handed Ace the coat. The kid wrapped it around himself, making sure to cover any signs of his injury. It was almost comical how big it looked on him. Hopefully his neighbors would just think he was drunk, the way he stumbled up to the elevator. With the push of some buttons and a metallic whine they were on their way up. By now Viktor could see the kid was struggling to stand up. As the doors opened he hooked his arm under the smaller cats shoulder.

‘’I said I can-‘’

‘’Now is not time for whining.‘’

The kid grumbled but relented. They made it into the apartment without much trouble. Viktor let Ace down the nearest chair.

‘’Keep pressure on it. I will go call doktor.’’

Ace only nodded. Viktor supposed he was to tired to refuse the help at this point.

A quick call and half an hour later Ace was being seen to by one of Atlas’ on-call medics. They tended to work odd hours usually having to be available to tend to his personnel at any time. Viktor stayed in the kitchen as the older woman worked. It were three rooms in total a bedroom a bathroom and the main entrance room that was also a kitchen. The apartment was competently furnished albeit almost everything was miss-matched. Just the plates sitting in the sink were different colors and materials. The only unusual piece of furniture in the apartment was a almost pristine sewing machine and table. A few shelves hung on the wall in front of it with a robust selection of threads, ribbons and other textile accessories Viktor couldn't name. And a bigger box of fabrics sat underneath the table next to a small stool, that was presumably pulled out when the machine was in use.

Viktors ears twitch as he heard the doctors footsteps exit the bedroom ‘’I removed the bullet, dressed up the wound and gave her some pain killers. I’m about 83% sure the bullet didn't hit anything vital but if she starts spitting blood call me back up.’’ She said with a huff wiping the sweat from her brow with her sleeve.

‘’She?’’

‘’Yeah you know, in there‘’ gesturing to the room behind them with her thumb.

Viktor blinked a few times brown furrowing in confusion, he opened his mouth about to counter her but the doctor interrupted him seeming to be in a hurry.

‘’She’s stable for now but you should still monitor her. I have a few more stops to make tonight but if she gets worse ill probably be able to make time to come back… probably’’ And with that she was out the door

Viktor stood in the kitchen for a moment contemplating the medic's words. He peaked into the bedroom and he saw Ace lying on the bed near the window wearing a pair of pajamas while his old bloody clothes slung over a the back of a chair, along with what looked some old bandages. It was much clearer to see now that the medic had not been lying.

He retreated back to the kitchen slumping down on by the table as he furrowed his brows. He had always thought there was something off about the kid. He looked remarkably young for a man of 20 and his voice was light and raspy. He could have just been lying about his age. Viktor had raised the the thought to Atlas once but was assured he didn't need to worry about it. He tried not to think about it, he wouldn't be the only teenager in this line of work thats for sure and besides he or she? Had always done their job well for the most part. And it wasn't really any of his business. He had enough to worry about. But he couldn't stop wondering why. why was she here, doing this job. why was she pretending to be a man. Didn't she have a family or something.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a loud thump. Like someone had dropped a sack of potatoes on the ground. Peeking back into the bed room there he was sprawled out on the floor the tip of his tail swishing quickly back and forth in frustration. H-she was trying to push herself up from the ground but couldn't quite manage before it became to painful. Lying on her side holding her ribs, her eyes looked bleary as she noticed Vikor reaching down for her. Viktor gently lifted her up and placed her on her bed. He was about to stand up and leave when a weak hand gripped his forearm.

‘’Jeg vil ikke være alene… jeg er redd’’

He gently tried to shake her off but she was persistent

‘’Nei … morfar…’’

She was completely out of it. Slurring her words and sniffling? He’d never seen her cry. He’d never really seen her show any other strong emotion than erratic glee.

‘’Kan du lukke vinduet?’’

She limply gestured towards the open window to the left. He looked back at her and she seemed almost scared of it. He slowly made his way over and closed it, it seemed to make her more at ease. Victor slowly made his way to the door but was interrupted again

‘’Ikke dra fra meg!’’

She was openly crying now and reaching for him. He sighed and pulled up a chair and sat beside her. She relaxed back into bed.

‘’Kan du synge noe?’’

He thinks she was asking a question by the tone.

‘’Sleep naov, ask later.’’

She looked at him for moment but eventually responded

‘’Det går fint. Så lenge du ikke drar.’’

She closed her eyes and rested her hands between the pillow and her head. She almost looked like a child. Sighing as he looked out the window he though he’d keep an eye on her for a few hours before leaving, and maybe he could confront her about I tomorrow. Then again he didn't wasn't to deal with whatever drama that might cause. He should probably just act like it didn't happen. Maybe he could push her to quit, she had to just have run away from home right. He’d just have to get her to run back. But what if hse didnt have anywhere to run back to, he tried not to dwell on it. This wasn't a place fro her. Åse grunted as she shifted on the bed, her wound clearly bothering her. She looked pitiful.

‘’No place…’’ he muttered softly

A translation of Ace's dialoug at the end:

‘’Jeg vil ikke være alene… jeg er redd’’ - ''I don't want to be alone… I'm scared.''

‘’Nei … morfar…’’ - ''No… Grandpa…''

‘’Kan du lukke vinduet?’’ - ''Can you close the window?''

‘’Ikke dra fra meg!’’ - ''Don't leave me!''

‘’Kan du synge noe?’’ - ''Can you sing something?''

‘’Det går fint. Så lenge du ikke drar.’’ - ''It's fine. As long as you don't leave.''

Authors note: Ive mentioned before that Viktor reminds Ace of his grandpa. They have the have the same body type and bright red fur. And while being very sweet to his family, Ace's grandpa could be similarly grumpy and quiet to other people. In Ace's pain killer addled mind he probably remembered some time in his childhood when his grandpa took care of him when he was sick and confused Viktor for him. Aces grandpa was also liked to sing, which is why Ace makes that request.

I imagine Aces grandpa sounding like Alf Prøysen who is a Norwegian musician among other things. He is probably best remeberd today for the children's music and books he wrote. There are some reference's to his songs and stories in the title card.

I hope i managed to catch all the spelling mistakes and fix up any weird wording lol.

[literaila]

I was re reading ATF and I saw you said listen to be acoustic version-hozier (ur so real for that) and I was wondering what hozier songs you would give to the characters in ATF?

yay! my powers finally come into play! i love hozier and i loooove musical comparisons so fab, lit, etc. you better listen to all of these and completely take them in before moving on. this is a threat.

reader and satoru are obviously damage gets done.

see: literally anything they’ve ever done. the two of them struggle so much (and mostly due to outside circumstances) but when they’re all grown, they’ll look back fondly and wish they could do it all again. because, as mentioned, if the world offers so much pain just to bring them to each other, it’s all worth it in the end.

the tank was always filled up only enough for their getting there btw

(honorable mention: wasteland baby and moments silence (common tongue) shhh)

satoru’s song is from eden

satoru is always positive, always the strongest, but he would flee eden—a garden of all paradise—for anyone he loves. he would give up his mantle, give up his life for all of these kids, and more importantly—for you. he’s made all of these plans and they may never come to fathom, but at least he tried.

and he continues to try, to crawl to his family and protect them with all he’s got. he’s not afraid of abandoning paradise, as long as there’s something waiting there for him.

satoru might not be human, but he’ll damn well try to be.

and there is something so precious about this, babe. and something so broken about this too.

reader is it will come back and no plan

maybe it’s because of her childhood, maybe its always been apart of her, but if satoru can’t see himself as human, reader can’t see herself as worth it. her parents brushed her—and her monster, her curse—aside, and from that point forward, she was alone and content with being so. she doesn’t want to contaminate anything else, doesn’t want to scare anyone away.

it’s a kindness you can’t afford, she might whisper to satoru, but he’s obviously not listening. and just as she comes to depend on him, and their family, they begin to depend on her as well.

and why would you make out of words a cage for your own birds?

why should she see her talents, her techniques, her stubbornness as something to fear? her own mind was a prison for so long—but she’s going to crawl out, day by day. and when that finally happens—everyone will be waiting for her, smiles on their faces.

the harder the rain, the sweeter the sun, after all.

tsumiki is first light

tsumiki sees everything very clearly. her life is a simple thing, something to be grateful for, even if there’s sadness, even if she’s got those blank spaces in her heart (the ones reader taught her about), she understands that it’s simply fate. nothing to be too concerned about.

she is sweet because she wants to be, laughs because she wants to. she finds a home wherever she goes.

and sure, darkness finds you either way, but the sun always comes up. and the light will feel brand new—but it’ll be there all the same.

megumi is hard to choose, but ultimately i think he’s abstract (psychopomp)

he’s said it himself: he’s not a hero, he’s not dictated by normal morals, but he is human. he always has been. he makes stupid decisions and he knows it. and he can’t see the positivity his father, mother, or sister do.

and still, for whatever reason he still watches the world shine. he can see the memories of all of you, and he can’t turn away from that happiness, no matter how dark it gets. love and terror go hand and hand, after all, and megumi is overwhelmed with both.

but, that’s fine, though. it’s not like he can choose who he loves, anyway.

for a little bonus: megumi and satoru are both arsonists lullaby

they’ve both got responsibilities to their bloodlines, to the people around them, and their own legacy’s to fulfill.

jujutsu is simple. don’t tame your demons, just keep them on a leash.

[circyexistforcontent]

There's a team comp event yay

So like uh I have 3 teams that actually work to dps

Team Ganyu is Kokomi, Ganyu with Yelan's weapon, Diona and Shenhe, who shares a Sands with Klee and Wanderer (Hajime)

Team Nahida is Kokomi, Nahida, Keqing or Klee, and Yelan or Diona who shares her entire artifact set with Yaoyao because Tenac is a pain in the ass. When I use Yelan I take Aqua Simulacra from Ganyu and put it on Yelan. Ganyu has a Skyward Harp anyway

Team Scaramochi is Hajime, Faruzan, Benny and Kokomi. Benny is often exchanged for Diona. I've been debating putting Yelan instead sometimes.

Feel free to choose whichever one lol 🤗

TEAMP COMP: WANDERER, FARUZAN, BENNY, KOKOMI FT. DIONA Note: I-I'll take the last team, please, I just came back to the genshin fandom I don't know most of this information-

♥ Poor Kokomi, why did you place her on this team? She has to deal with both Wanderer and Faruzan arguing with each other, along with Benny's sulking self and bad luck always sabotaging the team. Diona is just sipping on some juice she made back at her home and smiles, thinking about the time you will come and use her again.

♥ Kokomi, despite being a Hydro sub-DPS, still takes the place of a leader due to her experience back at Watatsumi Island. She helps with the team and plans a strategy so their damage can be higher and you'll use their team more often. It is a bit hard due to you having two Anemo vision users on the team, but with Benny and Diona she can make a plan easily. Still, she burns herself out with how much she carries this team. Wanderer is stubborn, claiming that he'll only follow your orders and not hers, he sometimes even goes out of the plan when fighting in domains. Faruzan is okay, she follows the plan and even helps Kokomi, but that doesn't mean she's out of the problem. Faruzan eggs on Wanderer when he mentions how he's the better Anemo user, causing the both of them to fight. Benny and DIona are the only sweethearts in this team, and are the only ones Kokomi appreciates.

♥ Faruzan has been trapped inside a ruin for a century. Who wouldn't become paranoid about being alone again? She wants to cling to you and never let go. She will do her best in the challenges! She will also do as many commissions as possible for you! Just please don't bench her! That being said she clashes a lot with Wanderer, or Hajime as you call him, due to him being possessive of you. She thinks Wanderer shouldn't be on the team if he's not willing to cooperate with Kokomi, by extension not willing to help you progress more in the game. She stands by her own beliefs and does not back down when an argument arises between the two of them. She's not going to use her weapon, she's more professional than that. But if it's needed to get a point across Wanderer's head, maybe it isn't a far possibility.

♥ Wanderer is possessive, the reason why is explained in his past. He's trying to be a better person after being given a chance by Kusanali, but he still falls back down every time he sees you close to one of the characters. He tries to get your attention through voice lines that were not in the game, to doing idle animations you've never seen before. Can you take the hint of what he's trying to tell you? (you just wanted to play genshin-) Why do you need another Anemo user when you already have him? With that in mind, he doesn't like Faruzan. He thinks she's being overbearing and selfish with your attention, and you already know what happens when a clingy yandere and a possessive yandere have the same love interest. They fight. A lot. Kokomi had to hold him back so many times before the fight turns physical. Just, be careful about who you pay more attention too. Better yet, split their time equally.

♥ Benny is sad that he gets switched often with Diona, but understands. You need someone who doesn't have a curse holding them back from doing their best. He's alright with seeing his new adventure team running around without him. He's definitely not on the verge of tears! When he's not in your team, he sits on the bottom of your statue off-screen. It brings him a little comfort being near you in some way, and your statue is the second closes thing aside from being in your control. His dads comfort him, saying that you're just giving him a day off after he works so hard for your team. It doesn't do much, he wants to always be on your team! He doesn't need a day off. He is a little jealous of DIona, but he's not going to fight her. He thinks it'll only upset you further so he holds back any anger that threatens to spill over.

♥ Diona is smug. Haha! She knew her talents would soon be acknowledged by you. She works to make her shields better than they already are, even practicing how to use her bow better so that she always hits her target. She doesn't mind her team, at least, not as much. She scampers away to hide behind Kokomi whenever Faruzan and Hajime start fighting so as to not get involved or affected by the fight. But she's willing to deal with this team if it means being a step closer to you!

♥ I feel like this team wouldn't work out properly. But with Kokomi, it will somehow still work out. Benny's elemental burst is useful for the team and Diona's shield provides a lot of support for the other three team members. Faruzan and Wanderer strive to hit higher numbers just for you, killing off the mobs easily and ending the challenge quickly. It's a big contrast to when they are offline...

[1-800-c0sm1c]

꒰snooze !꒱

after an intense match in the apex games, there's only one legend crypto would even dare let his guard down around.

character x legend!reader

includes crypto !

warnings : none.

word count : 1268

a/n : can you tell i've been streaming lovejoy's music recently with the cmwyl lyric i shoved in there ? yeah i'm obsessed sorry not sorry 🫶

crypto was not one to let his guard down, ever. on the dropship, he was notorious for his silent and cold personality. how you managed to get him to warm up to you, let alone have an actual friendship with him was a mystery to your fellow legends.

after finishing a particularly rough match, you had offered crypto to come back with you to your apartment for a celebratory evening. he usually would be quick to decline, after all he always had work outside of the apex games that needed his attention. however, he's noticed he has a hard time saying no to you, especially when you look up at him with excitement in your eyes. crypto is sure he'd bang his head on any doorframe you seemed suitable for you two to go through if you looked at him the same way you always do.

he pretends to seem annoyed when agreeing, attempting to make the other legends around you on the dropship assume that he wasn't actually this quick to give in. although he highly doubts that anyone else's doe eyes would have the same effect on him that yours do, and he's not sure whether that's a blessing or a curse.

crypto's now relaxing on your couch, or at least, what he would consider relaxing. it's rare he gets a chance away from his work outside of when participating in the apex games, but he always can't help but feel a sense of guilt rush over him whenever he neglects it. so, even though it may not look like it, him sitting with his muscles tensed and brows furrowed, is his idea of taking a break.

you try your best not to laugh at him, the last thing you'd want to do is make him uncomfortable. but sometimes his awkwardness is amusing, and you choose to enjoy it while it lasts. "you look like you have a lot on your mind." you state, jumping up onto the couch next to him. "i always do." he replies, nonchalantly. you shrug in response, "yeah, i guess that's true. i just meant, you know, like you need a break." crypto pauses for a moment. he can't think straight when you're staring at him like that, like you see through him. was it that obvious how pent up he was? he guesses if it was obvious to anyone else they wouldn't have the courage to bring it up. not like you, never afraid to speak your mind, and incredibly stubborn.

"...아니, i'm fine." he finally answers, you don't look convinced in the slightest. "your eyebags look like they're working overtime at the local grocery store. when's the last time you got a full night's rest?" he looks away again, not sure whether he should answer honestly or not. he's probably gotten about 5 hours this week, and that's being generous. "it doesn't matter, i hardly notice when the time is passing anyway." he tries to play it off, hoping you wont press further, and surprisingly, you drop it. "yeah, sure. if you say so. if you're functioning i guess i can't get on your case about it." he lets out a breath of relief he hadn't even realized he was holding, and instantly regrets the answer he just gave you.

shit. maybe sleep was important. untensing his body even for such a short amount of time made the consequences of crypto's lack of sleep catch up to him real quick. he holds back a yawn, before attempting to strike up another conversation with you so he doesn't completely shut down. "you said you wanted to celebrate, what did you have in mind?" "oh, i don't know. i usually just end up with some cider in the hot tub by the end of the night. what do you think?"

he thinks its a horrible idea, but maybe if you begged him enough he'd think about it. just, not in his current situation. there'd be nothing more embarrassing than passing out in a hot tub and potentially drowning. plus, depending on who was around, removing his jacket was off limits for crypto. he's hoping you'll realize on your own how dumb of an idea that really was, and you'll be okay with just watching a movie or something. whatever gets him home the fastest.

you pout at him dramatically, "you wanna go home already? but you've been here for less than an hour. you'll have all the time in the world to be a boring nerd later, okay?" oh god, did he say that out loud? maybe it was too late for him, he was already totally delirious. he plays it off by looking annoyed, but with how exhausted he obviously looks it comes across more as a cranky toddler who's been woken up from their nap earlier than they'd like. you'd never tell crypto this as you value your life, but his grumpier side is actually really cute.

"what do you want to do then? since all my ideas are horrible.." you ask, heavy sarcasm in your tone that would make anyone else think you've spent too much time around crypto, but that he finds to be quite amusing. you're rubbing off on him too, just in hopefully less noticeable ways. he thinks about your question for a second, realizing he actually doesn't have any better suggestions and huffs a sigh and shrugs. "i don't know.." he mumbles.

you laugh under your breath and quickly clear your throat when he glances back at you, "well.. what do you usually do in your free time? outside of all the extra… stuff… you do?" he shrugs again nonchalantly, "i don't have time for other stuff." glancing down at his watch, he tries to pretend like the minutes aren't passing slower than ever. he can't even use the excuse that he's wasting his time. and even if he could, he wouldn't use it to guilt you.

"if you did have time, then. what would you do with it?" "sleep." crypto responds almost immediately. his eyes have started to get much more difficult to keep open, and he knows once they're closed they won't open again for a bit. you've noticed this, and subtlety move closer towards him until your shoulder touches his. you're not sure if it's the padding in his jacket or if he's really that out of it but he doesn't react at all to the distance between you being much smaller than it was before. "i mean, nobody's stopping you. i have a spare room or you can crash here on the couch if you want."

crypto quickly shakes his head, feeling slightly lightheaded afterwards. "that won't be necessary." you decide to test the waters by gently laying your head on his shoulder. this time he flinches, but he doesn't push you away. "are you sure? you look exhausted, i don't think you could make the walk back to your apartment." he scoffs, but doesn't deny his tiredness anymore. "whatever." crypto mutters.

you lift your head up to let him adjust on the couch, and he seems insistent on falling asleep sitting up perfectly straight. "that cannot be comfortable.." you laugh as you place your head back down and gently move his to lay on top of yours. crypto almost sputters out a protest but finds he's too tired to care anymore and instead simply says "wake me up in an hour." as he yawns. "yeah right. i'll see you in 8." you smile at your own remark, and crypto smiles too before closing his eyes finally and falling asleep.

[sehetep-shenwer]

Children of Kemet Episode Synopses!

Emhotep y'all!

I am so excited to share with you the basic elevator pitches of each story from my Children of Kemet series! I am almost done working out some more of the overall story bible so once that is done, I will post a poll where your votes will determine which story gets written first. Anyways, here they are!

The Lioness Who Couldn’t Roar

Being a military brat isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, especially for the shy yet strong Setra, a (lioness). She trains long and hard to become a part of the Daughters of Sekhmet, a force of fierce warriors who are devoted to the war Goddess and dedicated to protecting Egypt either as skilled healers or formidable fighters. But with her short temper, reserved attitude, and overwhelming pressure from her mother, a former Daughter of Sekhmet, Setra will come to find she is meant for more than just sparring in temples and learning fire magic.

The Crocodile Who Couldn’t Swim

The Nile is a paramount place for all of Egypt’s people, especially for the timid and curious Qaha, a (crocodile). Only problem is that he can’t swim, which makes him stand out in a crew of treasure hunters who dive into the Nile and search for sacred artifacts in order to preserve Egypt’s history in honor of the powerful God, Sobek. However when he and his crew are commissioned for their greatest expedition yet, Qaha will not only find himself thrown into the deep end of Egypt’s mystical waters, but his own destiny as well.

The Woman Who Couldn’t Say No

To be an orphan raised by worshippers of the love goddess, Bastet, is both a blessing and a curse for the innocent and agile Mayet, a human. A blessing to essentially have multiple caring mothers and playful sisters but a curse to preach Bastet’s love and warmth in a city that crawls with characters whose intentions are anything but pure. Mayet may have a heart of gold like Bastet Herself, but she will soon find out she’ll need to invoke the protective wrath of the feline Goddess as well.

The Falcon Who Couldn’t Fly

Serving royalty in the form of craftsmanship would be the dream of any Egyptian, though that might not be the case for the insecure but selfless Nebkhau, a (falcon). Unfortunately, Nebkhau broke his wings as a child while helping his father, a patriotic architect, but that hasn’t stopped him from continuing to help build impressive statues in honor of the sky god, Horus. However, when some workers mysteriously vanish, Nebkhau will have to spread his broken wings in the face of an unexpected foe that’s been hidden in plain sight.

The Sha Who Couldn’t Change

It’s one thing to be ridiculed for resembling the god of chaos, Set, but it’s another thing when one’s grandmother still worships the false god, Aten, and that’s what the stubborn and scrupulous Sha, Zutekh, has to his name. Living in a city that worships Horus, Zutekh tries to be as orderly as possible to avoid his strict grandmother but ends up getting into trouble with his best friend, a mischievous dwarf named Hedju who serves the fertility god, Bes. But when fate calls from the desert in the form of a group of Set worshippers known as "The Red Ones", Zutekh must escape his pedantic prison of a home and face the eye of an unpredictable storm to realize his true potential.

The Jackal Who Couldn’t Bite

The mummification process is a difficult one for Degem, a clumsy but careful jackal, and it doesn’t help when he’s gifted with a connection to the dead. During the day he assists with mummufying corpses but at night he releases ghosts to the guidance of Anubis, the God of the dead. Little does Degem know that his routine is about to change when his most recently wrapped clients start to walk around on their own as harbingers of demonic forces that transcend the boundaries between life and death.

[lili-harg]

my my, a new kny writer? thats awesome!!

hello, as a little treat, could a request maybe kanzaki aoi with a s/o who is a cat owner? i think scenarios like seeing the cats furr everywhere and purring would be adorable ♪

Kanzaki Aoi x S/o cat owner

• Gender Neutral Reader

• Hello how are you? I hope very well, I really appreciate you being the first request I have, I hope you like it and I want you to know that it is my first time writing a request and also for this character, so I hope you enjoy it 💗

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It was a sunny morning in the butterfly mansion, you had woken up early and you had the feeling that today would be a calm day, or at least that's what you thought; since you wouldn't think that returning from doing the errands assigned by Aoi to be stopped by some sounds.

You stopped when you heard some sad and weak meows, apparently fate knew that you have a weakness for felines so you decided to follow the sound to guide you and find the owners of it; After walking a few meters you found a small and adorable black cat, it had big green eyes, but they looked sad. You decided to take the little one in your hands so you could examine him and find the cause of the pain, at first the little cat tried to put up a little resistance, you clearly noticed that he was scared, so with all the gentleness you had you tried to pet him and let him know that You had no intention of hurting him.

After a few minutes you managed to move the animal a little and saw a wound on its back leg, it was not very serious but clearly it should be healed before it gets worse, so you decided that it would be best to take it to the farm to cure it. "I hope Aoi doesn't mind me bringing another cat" you say remembering when a few months ago you had to insist to your stubborn girlfriend to convince her that adopting your cat "Matsu" would be a good idea, it took time but you did it; although you don't count on the fact that you had to work twice as hard for a week on the farm and then indulge her and thank her. But anyway. You quickened your steps after picking up the little cat ready to transport him to the butterfly farm. It didn't take you long, so when you were already at the door you decided that you would take the animal to your room and then you would think about how to tell your girlfriend about the matter.

You clearly didn't count on the fact that Aoi had already sensed your presence, so seeing you quickly lock yourself in your room caught her attention. Heading to your room she knocked on your door

- "y/n why the rush to get into your room?" she asked, clearly nervous, you didn't know what excuse to come up with, since you weren't planning on being discovered by Aoi so quickly, "come on, y/n, think of something quickly."

-"I was very tired and I decided that the best thing would be to take a nap"

answer yourself, trying to sound as realistic as possible.

-"A nap at twelve noon" she says clearly suspecting something

-"I really need one because I'm a little weak from my walk"

your doubtful tone betrayed your nervousness, you cursed your poor ability to lie

-"y/n you worry me, I'm going in" and without even listening to any of your hasty excuses for not doing so, the blue eye opens your door. giving up you decide that there is no point in trying to hide the small feline that was lying on your bed.

Aoi sighs, clearly not very surprised by the small animal, everyone on the farm knew about your little adoration of cats.

-"So this was what you wanted to hide from me" he says looking at you

-" I'm sorry but it's urgent, little Sugi needs help"

-"Oh! he already has a name" she says trying to hide his smile, because she doesn't want to admit that she finds it cute the weakness that your partner has for these animals

- "yes I thought about it while I was heading here, but look" you say pointing to his foot, he should cure it.

The little sugi was no longer meowing but his lack of emotion was still noticeable. After Aoi's speech to you about the responsibility it would be to have another cat and how you should take care of this cat and Matsu yourself, they got to work and started healing the little one. After a few weeks, the new feline member of the Sugi farm had recovered successfully, all the girls loved the little one, except your other beloved pet Matsu, who was not very happy with the fact of having to share the attention that everyone had previously given him. The farm was given to you, Aoi, the girls and even the patients.

Some days you and Aoi had to deal with their antics like when you had to clean up the two cats after they got into the fountain and got dirty, or when you got into a fight over yarn and broke a vase, (you had to convince Aoi that he doesn't take them and that you would buy another vase).

But despite all those antics, over time Matsu got used to Sugi's presence and they began to get along better, so everything became calmer and so one night in which you and Aoi were reading quietly in your room, They were accompanied by the presence of the two felines, you were very happy to be able to share such a quiet and special moment with your beautiful girlfriend and the little kittens that you adored so much.

[adasknife]

notes: so i feel like matpat explaining ada wong's character. but here's what I meant with my words because I don't want people to misinterpret my words over and over again. first of all: i personally headcanon ada is a woman who tries to get better, but she... can't really. she grew up (implied) in this world. she doesn't know how to properly care for people (that includes leon). just like Leon and the others: ada has trauma (headcanon) but given the context of the story. Ada doesn't change. Or changes properly for the better. anyways because she betrayed wesker... people forget that not everything is ABOUT leon. she is person who wants to save her own skin

if you don't agree. it's fine. don't attack me. this is a mix of og and remake with the given context of both stories. I like Ada as a character. I think she is fun. and this for me to understand her character for me. and for the others, it's unfortunate that I keep say this, but I am not treating leon as a baby. he has his only faults and this is just focused on ada as a character.

ada hates being a butterfly. a pathetic insect that flies around and declares itself with its beautiful wings. people just see them and want to oogle them, and for her... it's her body. ada is beautiful. it's all she hears from herself. her body, her face, her voice. people love to hear her speak, and they love to have their faces caressed by her. obviously, by the way she grew up in this cold world... it made her cold. she is a mercenary. her beauty saved her ass so many times. that's when wesker comes in and gives her a mission.

in that mission, she pretends to be a scientist, and during that time, she meets john clems (canon character). john was her first curious case in her life. he was in umbrella because he wanted to cure people. he was blissful, unaware of the world around them, and ada hated him. but he was the first one who actually cared about her. he trusted her smart head, her stubbornness. and... she fell in love with him. he was just a cute blond. john made her to his password and ada... ada took pictures with him. he was her maybe. but was he really? or was she using him. ada didn't know anymore.

when john was sent to the spencer mansion, ada didn't expect the rest of it to happen. john was her heart, and he died in a pathetic explosion. she didn't know the details, but she felt it had to do with STARS.

leon s. kennedy came into her life and she ruined his life. it wasn't on purpose. leon, like john, was blissfully unaware of the cruel world. but she wasn't. she knew the world. she made a mistake by kissing him because something snapped inside of him. he wasn't dumb. ada had underestimated him.

when she kissed him, she pulled close to him despite her running away from his touch.

that was probably the red flag.

"please?" ada asked him.

leon didn't answer like she wanted.

when leon discovered she was a mercenary, she immediately raised her gun without thinking twice. fuck no. this idiot. this dumb rookie won't win against her. she needed to calm down, she took a deep breath and lowered her gun. that's when annette shot her in the shoulder. how ironic, the bullet leon saved her from... came again. she fell and leon grabbed her. leon. the wonderful idiot still had kindness in him.

ada longed for that for herself. but kindness is a weakness. it's payments. if ada is saved by leon. she owes him, and he didn't stop it. it will be an endless line of payments.

now, six years passed. unaware of her, ada had cursed leon. leon is a broken man. not all caused by her, of course. they met for less than a day. not even a full night. but he doesn't trust people thanks to her. leon though sees ada as something. a bad reminder of the worst day of his life. he trusted her and after knowing her. he was blackmailed into working with the government. sure, it wasn't her fault. but he connected them together like a dumb child. it wasn't his fault. he is still suffering from his trauma.

ada on the other hand got to see her former co-worker. luis was different from john. luis was more aware of what umbrella did. however, he felt guilt of his actions. ada didn't understand it but supported his actions.

repaying for your sins. that's sounds harder said than done. and besides, luis was her only connection she had with her former life with john. it... meant something to her for some reason. then, when luis died. she wanted to honor him.

but new habits die fast. ada helped leon to save herself once again.

"have you changed ada? Or do you wanna use me again?" leon asked her. ada smiled. leon is a pile of people she had used, she just told him hours ago to leave ashley. ada doesn't want to be selfish but how else would she live? but... she forgets there is kindness in her. thats the flaw of ada wong.

she uses leon as her protection because of his survivors guilt. his guilt of letting people die, he protects ada yet they will never choose each other. would lovers always point a gun to each others faces? what had leon tried to learn about her? he didn't try. but it was fine. they owed it to each other.

when ada saw her clone. ada... ada felt sick. she felt like a damn pinned up butterfly in display. she will never be free.

[freebooter4ever]

Ok, during lunch i was goofing off by browsing the dat*ng app and came across a profile who 'liked' mine that was some blonde haired pretty boy with this as a tag line: "looking for the sophie to my howl". My heart flew into my throat....was i about to live out some teenage fantasy? I got incredibly excited until i realized with dawning horror that this dude possibly meant movie!sophie...

Full offense to the movie but the artists shaved off all the harsh edges on both sophie and howl to the point of unrecognizability beyond basic plot points. So anyone who is searching for the soft, gentle, pleasant version of sophie in the movie absolutely could not handle the slightly manic cleaning lady who enjoys bullying fire demons from the book. Book sophie is quite literally a bit of an obnoxious witch(with a b). She gets angry and expresses herself by murdering weeds. She enjoys teasing howl mercilessly. She gets panic attacks and wears the curse around her like a blanket to protect herself from anxiety and uncertainty. Book sophie is a fully flawed three dimensional character in the same way that movie sophie is a picturesque daydream meant for someone more in love with the idea of being in love than wanting to actually be in love.

But it also just annoyed me because this dude was unwittingly buying into the exact flaw of movie howl. Movie howl was remade into the idea of what women want: he's perfect, he's courtly and an utter gentleman, he acts like a prince. Movie howl is what book howl pretended to be when he went off on dates.

And the entire point of the book is that it took these disguises coming off (howl's princely fake romance character and sophie's literal old woman curse) for these two idiots to fall in love. Sophie starts out as a shy timid mouse, too scared to even talk to howl - she literally runs away from him when they meet in the market. She's so insecure and unable to be selfish that the curse is a blessing in disguise for her. The minute she becomes an old woman she no longer has anything to lose, all her fucks are gone, she's for once in her life just being herself. And she marches into howl's castle looking for a place to sleep because she thinks an old woman would be safe from howl's heart stealing (womanizing) ways.

And howl, meanwhile, doesn't know anything about this crazy old woman except Calcifer likes her (and calcifer represents howl's true heart so it's essentially his gut instinct), and he sees through the old woman disguise before she sees through his but the point is he's still seeing the real sophie - not the shy timid one (movie sophie).

And sophie sees behind howl’s entire facade! The book emphasizes that howl's towering powerful ‘castle’ is hollow smoke - it’s really a tiny three room cottage. Sophie gets to meet howl's real family and find out his working class plain mouse-brown hair background from an unmagical unglamorous world. Sophie cuts up his fancy suits immediately when howl tries to put on his disguise and ‘steal hearts’ again. That was the entire theme of the book: real love doesn't need disguises and artifice.

THAT was the teenage daydream: struggling with insecurity and posturing and a whole bunch of nonsense to discover honest true love underneath. And the movie was about none of that.

Teenage me never wanted the stupid princely version of howl. Teenage me wanted the messy, vain, spider loving, too soft hearted, cowardly, loyal, andre aggassi, stubborn-assed wizard from the book. I will never never forgive the movie for taking all that and turning it into something some guy who fancies himself a handsome courtly prince can put into his d*ting profile. 

Anyway if any wizards are in need of an old cleaning lady to befriend their fire demon let me know. Fire demon not required - i have my own, my blue teardrop of a car named Clacifer. And i have the spiders. And i have the facade of success thats on the brink of crumbling. And i keep heartlessly rejecting everyone who wants to date me. Shit fuck ive turned into howl. Except im also my own manic cleaning lady so maybe ive just hyper independently doomed myself to lonliness \o/

[slythering-snake-boys]

It's Been Awhile Ch. 3

Characters: Sebastian Sallow x Reader/MC

Series Masterlist

Words: 3044

Warnings: mostly fluff, some angst, a bit of cursing, mention of injuries, spoilers regarding Sebastian's questline, Deek and Imelda being cockblockers

Taglist: @cloudroomblog

Instead of dwelling on it any longer and digging up more painful memories, you put your arms around your middle, as if you were hugging yourself in an act of comfort, and looked outside. The castle was close, only a few more minutes left.

"Sebastian?" He hummed, feeling his eyes drift to you, though you didn't look at him. "Do you think we made the right choice? Back then?" It was silent for what felt like a long time, though it was actually only a few seconds. Maybe you should've been there for him, not only as his friend but also as his girlfriend. Maybe you could've tried harder. Maybe if-

"At that time, no." He gulped, finding it hard to admit what a toll your break-up had taken on him when he was already facing such a difficult time in his life. "I was...heartbroken...and angry... I regretted everything, even more so after what happened..." You felt horrible but knew it was a necessary step. Probably the only option you had at the time. Besides Azkaban.

"But when I look back on it now, yes. I think we both had a lot of growing up to do. Especially me. I wasn't worthy of you, despite how much I wanted and needed to be." He breathed in, seeing almost everything in his mind as it played out rapidly. Your first duel, your adventures in the catacombs, killing spiders and Loyalists, your fights, your pleadings and his promises, Solomon's death and how distraught you, Ominis and Anne had been...

The day you proposed breaking up... It was necessary before you could even attempt to become good friends again, let alone a couple. He knew that, now and then. But it still hurt.

"I've changed. I don't know how much or if enough. But I have, I can promise you that. And I can only hope that you'll at the very least accept to be my friend again." He was looking at you, almost pleadingly, but his face was serious and his body rigid with anticipation. He wouldn't force you. But knowing that someone from his past would still be willing to be there for him...

Just before you could give him an answer, the door to the carriage flung open yet again. You hadn't even noticed that you had arrived or that the carriage stopped.

"Hey, slowpoke! What's taking you so long?" It was Imelda greeting you loudly, holding an umbrella. "Oh, I didn't expect you to ride along, Sallow. Thought you might Apparate or use Floo Powder, not ride with MC. Years catching up on you already?" She smirked and Sebastian flipped her off, though he was smiling.

"Piss off, Reyes. You look older than me anyway."

"Yeah, right, old man." You smiled as you watched them bicker, feeling the nostalgia creeping up on you again.

She waited for you both while you put on your coats so you wouldn't get rained on. Sebastian got out first, summoning an umbrella with his wand despite his raincoat. Then he waited for you, holding his hand in a silent gentlemanly offering to help you get out of the carriage. You placed your hand in his, watching him smile warmly before you got out. He let go, somewhat slowly, before walking to the back of the carriage while you followed behind him to pick up your luggage, but Sebastian got both of yours and started marching ahead, deaf to your yells that you could do it yourself and Imelda's cackling. You could only shake your head with a smile at his stubbornness.

"Always such a gentleman with you, MC..." She said quietly as the two of you followed Sebastian, entering the school and sighing in relief at the warmth. You looked at her curiously, despite already knowing what she referred to.

"What are you talking about, Imelda?" You asked her before following after Sebastian who had stopped in the middle of the Entrance Hall to put down your bags and his, his eyes marvelling at the familiar interior of the school. Nothing had changed. It felt both good and sad. As if you were back in your fifth-year.

"I'm saying this boy is just as madly in love with you as he was during fifth-year, you doofus!" She pointed out in a lower voice, though there was a smirk on her face that made your ears and face feel hot. Her voice must've been louder than she anticipated - or maybe it was on purpose and took advantage of the echo in the hall - because you saw Sebastian look down, as if checking the luggage, and turning his back to you two. But not before you caught a glimpse of his flushed cheeks. You weren't feeling any different, but you elbowed Imelda in the ribs, earning another bout of laughter from her.

"Imelda..." Your hiss made her laugh even louder, but she put her hands up in surrender.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll ask one of the elves to take your luggage for now. We all have where to stay here if we want since it's the holidays and almost all of the younger students went home. But you might bump into one or two along the way, mind you. So, are you staying here or somewhere else?" Sebastian's ears perked, listening for your answer. He hadn't asked you and now curiosity was eating him alive. Merlin, please, don't tell him you weren't going to stay at Hogwarts, with him, where he could see you...

"Oh, I-"

"Miss MC?" You heard a familiar voice and all three of you turned towards it. "It's you, you're back!" Deek said as he came closer and you bent down and hugged him with a wide smile. "Deek couldn't help but overhear Miss Reyes' words." He came closer, whispering in your ear. "It's still here. Deek's been taking care of it and bringing more beasts to nurse back to health before finding them a safe home." You nodded, excited to be back in the Room of Requirement. You'd spent so long there, catching up on your studies, sleep, time with your friends... Even with Sebastian.

"Really? That's amazing, Deek! Thank you." You smiled warmly and got up again before turning to Imelda. "Well, I guess I'll be staying here."

"Great. Dinner will be ready in an hour or so. Oh, and apparently there's a dance of sorts tomorrow since it's almost Christmas in case you haven't read the entire letter, like me." You chuckled and Imelda playfully scowled at you. "Anyway, in case you were wondering about the Yule Ball... They thought it would be the perfect time since we're having our reunion and we're also celebrating my Quidditch team going to the nationals. The students already had their Yule Ball a few days ago, so now we're having something like this for ourselves."

"That's great! I already have a dress. But for now, I'll go and get ready for dinner. I'm starving. See you soon, okay?" Imelda nodded and left while you turned around. Deek took your luggage and Apparated before you could say anything else to him, smiling and shaking your head fondly as you started heading towards the stairs. Sebastian fell into step with you. His luggage was gone, meaning it was taken by one of the summoned elves and you looked at him questioningly.

"It's the polite thing to do...walking a lady to the door." You smiled and thanked him as you two kept walking up the stairs towards the seventh floor. You remembered the times you'd gone with Sebastian to the Room of Requirement. All of the beasts in the vivarium, the potions, plants, books... He'd loved it there almost as much as he loved the Undercroft, if the time spent there was of any indication.

Sebastian waited for one of the staircases to stop moving as you two were on your way to the next floor. He briefly glanced at you, then at your lips, licking his own without even realising before looking up. He remembered the first time he had kissed you. Which also coincided with the time he told you he loved you. He still cringed a little at his brashness at that time, but given the situation, he was sure anyone would understand him.

~

He had been in the Room, waiting for you as he flipped through another book about curses, hoping to find a cure for Anne or at least something that might help.

You were late. He wasn't too worried. After all, fighting poachers and Dark Wizards didn't end at a set time. Plus, who knew how many beasts you had to chase around to save? They weren't just going to wait for you to use your nab sack to get them, he smiled and huffed in amusement as he remembered that.

But the hours kept rolling and there was still no sign of you. And slowly, but surely, he was getting more and more worried. He kept checking the clock on the wall, but there was nothing signifying your arrival. Getting fed up with worrying, Sebastian left the book behind and exited the Room, going down the stairs. Where had you told him you were going exactly? A poacher camp you'd spotted on your broom the day before, for sure. But where? Was it near-

"Sebastian!" He spun in place at the sound of his name being yelled desperately, seeing Natty who had been looking for him. He already had a feeling and started jogging towards her. Hearing her voice yell out that you were in the Hospital Wing made him start sprinting past her with a hurried thank you. It was all a blur of moving staircases, multitudes of faces and seemingly never-ending hallways.

He burst into the Hospital Wing, looking over all of the beds. The room was dark, with only a few candles lit, and some beds occupied by a few unfortunate students who'd gotten hurt during classes. None had their curtain drawn around their beds, except for one in the left corner that was, where you were most probably lying. He gulped and sighed before powerwalking there, feeling the air leave his lungs at the sight of you when he slipped past the curtain.

You were full of bruises, cuts and scratches, but there didn't seem to be anything broken. You opened your eyes at the sound of movement and uneven breathing, surprising Sebastian who breathed out a sigh of relief before sitting on the chair next to your bed.

"Hey... Guess what? I got them all...and I rescued all the beasts..." Your voice sounded strained and tired, but your eyes were shining with joy and pride. Sebastian, on the other hand, felt like a kettle reaching its boiling point.

"You idiot!" His hissed words should've shocked you. At least, the first time you'd heard them they had, months before when you had come back in a somewhat similar state, because of Dark Wizards then.

But it was routine by now and honestly, you'd called him an idiot whenever he was doing something dangerous and stupid - which was 99% of the time.

"You stupid, stupid girl! How can you just smile like that when you could've- aargh!" He didn't even finish talking but just threw his hands in the air in exasperation. You chuckled and smiled, touched by his concern. He glared at you, his entire being full of love and worry for you. Before you knew it, he had gathered you in his arms, holding you tightly as you felt his heart pounding. And then he kissed you.

You were shocked by the sudden gesture and let out a muffled squeak, making him pull you even closer as his eyes watched you. But then he felt you slowly relax in his hold before your hand went to the side of his neck and your eyes fluttered shut, glad to know that he was just as worried as you always were for him. Satisfied, Sebastian kissed you even more intensely, closing his eyes and letting himself get carried away by the feeling.

His hands held you by your hip and lower back while his tongue poked out to meet your own. You sighed quietly and let him invade your mouth, feeling the hand on your hip going to the back of your neck, gently tangling into your hair. You could feel his heart beating like a drum, not that yours was acting any differently. You didn't have the heart to tell him that his intensity was slightly hurting your injured body. After all, a passionate Sebastian was a very welcome version of your boyfriend compared to an angry or worried one.

You both internally damned Merlin for your need for air and let each other go slowly, breathing heavily, but still being glued to one another. Sebastian's forehead thumped yours softly and you looked into his eyes, seeing how dark they appeared in the dim light and how adorable he looked. You'd never wanted to trace all his freckles with your lips so badly in your life.

"I love you, MC. Even if you're a reckless idiot." You chuckled and pinched his side, hearing a quiet, but still dramatic ouch.

"I love you, too. Even if you're an even bigger idiot. And even more reckless than me..." You pecked his lips, smiling teasingly. "After all, I learned from the best, you bad influence..." He chuckled before kissing you again. You were both thankful for the curtain that hid you both, at least until Nurse Blainey would come to check up on you.

~

The wall where the Room was came into view and you both internally dreaded the moment you'd get separated. It seemed like too long to wait until dinner.

You stopped in front of the wall that immediately changed into the familiar door before turning around to face Sebastian, who was already looking down at you. He was smiling at you, his brown eyes warm while you admired him. Sebastian had definitely grown into a very handsome man, you couldn't deny it.

"About earlier..." He gave you a curious look. "I'd love for us to be friends again. If you promise that you've stopped pursuing the Dark Arts." Sebastian nodded quickly and resolutely, making an X above his heart with his pointer finger.

"I swear. I haven't had anything to do with Dark Magic since...that day..." His voice trailed off and you felt sorry for bringing bad memories to the surface. It still seemed to be a tough subject, but it was necessary to face it. You were working through it even now. It must've been even harder for Sebastian, Anne and Ominis. You sighed, deciding to finally give him some peace of mind and let him know he could still find a friend in you.

You smiled and opened your arms for him. With a relieved smile, Sebastian stepped forward and hugged you tightly, revelling in the feeling of having you so close again. He had to bend down a little to embrace you properly, but neither of you cared too much at that moment.

He was warm and smelled like burning wood and cologne, something smoky and warm that immediately felt as if it clung to your clothes and enveloped you - like a cold winter's day spent cosying up by the fire with a good book and a hot beverage or a lover. You had half a mind to cling to him and not let go anytime soon.

Whenever you'd feel his grip on you tighten, you'd sigh contentedly and grip tighter onto him, feeling your heart beating quickly. You prayed that he couldn't hear or feel it, but you yourself could feel his heart that was almost matching yours. So you decided to just bask in the moment. He heard you sigh in contentment and let one of the biggest smiles in years make its appearance on his face as he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck and hanging onto the feeling of having you back in his arms after so long.

Sebastian had changed, yes. But the impulsive, bold, and flirtatious streak in him was still there and you were his weakness. He inhaled your scent before he breathed hotly against your neck as his mouth opened, parted lips barely touching the skin. He wanted to kiss your skin so badly, to feel the heat and taste of it. You stiffened but then relaxed, almost feeling like melting. The hair on the back of your neck raised with each one of his warm breaths, almost making you shiver in delight at the feeling. He breathed in your scent again, something so sweet, familiar and nostalgic that it almost made his heart squeeze and mind reel.

"I know I said I wanted us to, at the very least, be friends, but... Is there a chance we could be more again? Anytime in the future?" He whispered, the warm air he exhaled against your neck making even more goosebumps appear and the hair on the back of your neck stand straighter. You hummed distractedly, mind fighting between the feeling of Sebastian's arms around you so tightly and his words.

"Well, I think we-" He swallowed thickly as he waited, his lips tantalisingly close to kissing your neck and barely holding back, when the doors to the Room of Requirement opened. You both sprang apart, cheeks aflush and hearts almost bursting, only to see Deek.

"The room is ready, Miss." He said as his eyes trailed from your rosy face to Sebastian's. Deek smiled, almost mischievously, Sebastian would say.

"Thank you, Deek..." You turned around, unable to look at Sebastian for more than a second. "Thank you for walking me here, Sebastian... I guess I'll see you at dinner?"

"Sure." He smiled a bit, watching you smile and slip inside before the elf closed the door.

Sebastian internally cursed Deek for ruining the moment. He didn't mean to, but he had been so close to you! And he had missed you, damn it! With a defeated sigh, he kicked the stone floor before sticking his hands in his pockets and walking away, going towards the Slytherin common room.

[viburnt]

Various|| Secretaries

Type: Headcanons

Genre: N.S.F.W-Suggestive/Slice of life

Notes: Office! AU

Characters involved: Katsuki Bakugo, Kirishima Eijiro, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku

Prompt: They are your assistants/secretaries.

Bakugo K.

• He is the kind of secretary that's always on time, if not earlier. He is looking to be excelling in his work and expects the same from you, his boss.

• The type that doesn't allow you to do your own drink because "You have no fucking idea how to prepare that crap". Can't get mad at him for cursing, his drinks are delicious and unmatched. He also doesn't let you touch his expensive cappuccino machine (no matter if you drink coffee or not).

• He is so stubborn, always telling you how to do things and giving you piece of advice. It sometimes makes you wonder who is the real boss around.

• Likes things to be neatly organized and tidy, that might clash a little bit with you if you aren't able to keep your mess at bay.

• Sharp in every aspect. He is very analytical when it comes to the rest of your employees, often calling you "too soft" for allowing them to slack off from time to time. Will not hesitate to scold them on your behalf.

• Neatly dressed! Did you really think he was going to be unfashionable? He is all about vests and shirts, not to mention shiny shoes and the perfect tie.

• Stays after hours even when you tell him to go home and rest. If you work until late then he follows, his pride wouldn't allow his boss to do it alone.

• Oh, you gifted him a new shirt for his birthday? "Why do you even remember that shit but not the days you have meetings with the supervisors?" He uses it on special occasions anyways, feeling all fuzzy and proud whenever he does. He also thinks it makes him look hot.

• More than willing to be the boss under the sheets, if you have that kind of bond. He is able to separate his sex life from work but don't you dare tease him while in the office, he'll have you biting his pillows as soon as you two are able to get a room.

• Not afraid to scold you from time to time either, especially after you make basic mistakes.

The clock marked 6 a.m and you were the first one to arrive at the office, or so you thought. 

—Tsk, you are late!— Your blond assistant complained while waiting for you at the entrance, holding a bunch of paper sheets in his hands.

You looked at him amused, already used to his frequent squabbling.

—No, I'm on time, you are just early.– You said, tapping your watch with your finger. Bakugo just huffed and rolled his eyes.

 —Is that the shirt I gifted you? Looks nice on you!— You complimented, taking delight in the way Katsuki's frown slightly faltered into a flushed gesture. 

—Shut up, open the damn office, I forgot my key this morning....— He mutters. 

—Oh, you mean this key? You left it on my kitchen counter last night. Better be careful, right?— You slightly teased, feeling Katsuki's body tense with embarrassment.

— Tch, you are so bold now. You weren't this confident last night with my dick in your...—

—Bakugo!—

Kirishima E.

• He tries to be on time. Keyword: tries. This poor baby is always, at least, 20 minutes late. You've talked about this many times but it never seems to work, so he kinda compensates by bringing your favorite meals hot and ready for you at any hour.

• He is so clumsy, always tripping around the office because "his suit was so uncomfortable". You allow him to use more casual clothes from time to time, which seems to work but now you have other employees asking for a more relaxed attire.

• He is always encouraging you, leaving sticky notes with sincere words everywhere in your office. "I bought dessert, take a break. -K." "Drink some water, you seem tired <3 -K" "Best boss ever! -K"

• Low key you keep all his notes in a little notebook because he is precious. 

• If he sees you are stressed out he will, with no hesitation, activate a red code. "And what the fuck is a red code?" , you wondered the first time: He sits you on a chair and brings your favorite items like a bird building a nest. He also gives you his favorite action figure to hold it.

• He tells you the best jokes, often cheering the meetings you hold and pleasing your supervisors. He is like a wildcard that comes in handy when you really need him.

• He's very chatty , so you stop him from answering your calls. Last time he did, he ended up giving one of your clients therapy through the phone. 

• "Ooooh, boss~ Check this out!" *Shows you the picture of a horrible cake* "I made this for you-"

• You ate that cake even if you knew it'd have you glued to the toilet.

• If your relationship goes beyond the boss-secretary dynamic, you are in for a treat. Kirishima does not know how to act professionally when he misses your body so much during work hours. This man whines to have a taste of it while you deal with paperwork. You have to close the curtains of your office more regularly than you'd wish to, but he's just so eager to help you from underneath your desk.

• Don't let him use the printer unsupervised.

—Hello! You are talking to the best boss's office. How may I help?

You rolled your eyes listening to Kiri answer the phone, glaring at him for a second before sighing. Once he was done, you called him to your desk.

—What have I told you about greeting the clients correctly?— You scold, seeing the redhead melt with bashfulness.

—Sorry, but it's true!— He excused himself, pleased to hear you chuckle before letting him go. 

—By the way, did you like the cake I baked?— He asked, his eyes shining with excitement. You didn't have the heart to tell him that you puked it all over the white porcelain of your bathroom.

—It was delicious, Kiri!  Do you wanna take a baking class with me?—You offered. He jumped in excitement at your offer, happy to know you wanted to spend more time with him outside the office.

—We are gonna have so much fun, boss!

Kaminari D.

• That one secretary that knows everyone's dirty secrets and gossip. You always get distracted with him telling you how much of a cheater the janitor is for sleeping with the cafeteria lady.

• Curiously enough, he is very responsible with his schedule (most of the time at least). He also likes to dress nicely to "impress the clients with his electrifying handsomeness"

• Kaminari sometimes likes to play small pranks on you to cheer you up and keep things lively around the office. Sometimes, he takes it a little too far for your taste, but you let him off the hook since he didn't mean harm.

• Has -and will not hesitate to- gifted you a framed picture of you two to decorate the office whenever you invite him for lunch, even if it's something as simple as instant Ramen.

• He places small cat miniatures on your desk whenever he feels like you are angry at him for chewing on your pens (happens a lot).

• Kaminari loves to give you rides from your home to the office on his motorbike, even when you've told him there's no need for it. He likes the way you hold him tight whenever he speeds.

• Owns his very own "Best secretary" mug and likes to boast about it in front of your employees.

• Bitchy and sassy, you often have to glare at him so he can take the hint whenever he needs to keep his mouth shut at a meeting.

• If he managed to swoon you and get you into his bed, you'll be hearing about it non-stop during office hours. He lives to tease, using innuendos that aren't very subtle. Half the office knows he managed to bang you.

• Overall efficient but God knows you have to put him in his place before his reign of chaos takes control.

You were busy revising some contracts when Denki came into the office with a sly smile on his face.

—Oh, boss~ Wanna hear the new tea that's brewing in the pot?— He asked, taking a seat in front of you. You lifted your head and huffed for a second.

—Not now, Denki. I'm a little busy over here.

Kaminari pouted, throwing a little tantrum.

—Pleaaase, I promise it's good!— He begged, dying to tell you all about how he found Jerry from Management asking the cafeteria lady for a chance.

You sighed, placing your papers aside.

—Alright, but it better be good or I'm gonna make you take calls all day.— You warned, smiling as your cheek rested on your hand.

Kaminari squealed in excitement, nodding.

—I knew you couldn't resist my charms!— He cooed, wiggling his brows.

Midoriya I.

• Meticulous beyond your comprehension, Midoriya takes note of every single detail he can: the way you like your drink, what you eat and your allergies if you have, your meetings and appointments. You are pretty sure he even has your shoe size noted in case you need an emergency pair.

• Always excited to learn from you and asks tons of questions about the ins and outs of your routine. "I- I don't drive but would you like me to get a taxi for you in the mornings?"

• Occasionally, you need to remind him to breathe because he gets so caught up talking he forgets to do so. Have I mentioned he is a life saver during meetings? Whatever you know, he knows it too and is not afraid to chime in to answer questions from clients and supervisors alike.

• You have taught him time after time how to do his tie knot but he still needs your help in the mornings to fix it. He ended up wearing a clip tie but from time to time, he forgets it and ends up in your hands again. 

• Have you heard of his favorite action figure, All Might? No? Would you like to? Izuku loves to tell you all about his comics and figurines in his free time, and you can't help but find it cute when he gets all excited about it. You gifted him an All Might t-shirt and he wears it under his shirt.

• He can be a little clumsy when it comes to document delivery, sometimes mixing packages and mail. Don't worry, he quickly tries to fix it before you notice. 

• You often need to stand for him whenever one of your employees gets rude. Izuku doesn't like conflict but he can't help but get in trouble whenever someone talks badly about you. Some might even call him a lap dog.

• If you allow him to, he is quick to develop a crush on you. He just can't shut up when he talks about you to his friends! Have you considered marriage? Don't worry, Izuku already married you ten times in a row in his imagination.

• Gentleman in the office, and a freak behind doors. He is just so eager to please! But don't get him wrong, he won't cross any boundaries you don't allow him to during work hours. Although from time to time you catch him staring at you with a lovey-dovey face while doodling hearts on his agenda.

• Your office low-key became his extra storage for All Might merch. You wonder when your mouse pad changed from plain black to that hero's logo.

—Izuku, have you seen my jacket? I can't find it anywhere.— You asked, looking around for any signs of the gray cotton item.

—I-I had to send it to the dry cleaner.— He muttered, anxiously fidgeting with his tie while answering. Izuku could see the confusion in your face as you raise an eyebrow.

—Why? It was clean this morning.— Midoriya heard you ask. "Oh, boss must be so mad! I failed, I failed! " The freckled young man thought.

He shakily rummaged through his pocket, reaching for a stained ziploc bag with the culprit of your missing coat: an All Might pen.

—I'm sorry, I'm sorry!— Midoriya pleaded, bowing as specks of tears fell from his emerald eyes. —I know how important today's meeting is, so I wanted to give you my lucky pen but…—

—It leaked and stained my clothes, no?— You finished his sentence, looking at him nod. You sighed but smiled anyways. —Now, now, come here.—

Hesitant, like a dog with its tail between its legs, he approached you. You weren't going to scold him for trying to be supportive, and besides, it was just a stain.

—I'm not mad at you, Izuku.— You reassured him, patting his head. —All I need by my side is my little wonderful assistant.—

To say Izuku was beyond grateful that day would be an understatement. He was so happy, the next day not only did he bring your clean jacket, but he also asked his mother to cook a meal for you.

—My boss is just so generous, mom!

Mama Midoriya is expecting marriage by the way.

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