#anyway time to flip the switch and go back to being goofy again stop being sentimental internet user shaniacsboogara 🤬🤬🤬

[shaniacsboogara]

Just wanted to say that as someone who deals with a lot of anxiety related to the internet and interacting with people online I feel so safe and welcome here in this little Tumblr bubble so thank you all for being so awesome <3

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Unconventional methods

So I've falled down the rabbit hole that is Albedo and like.. he and Kazuha are so similar TELL ME THEY WOULDNT MAKE THE BEST COUPLE CAUSE THEY WOULD. THEY BOTH MAKE ME WANNA CRY UGHGHGHGHG

This is my first time writing Albedo so uhh yea-

Albedo's va is also goofy as fuck I love him ANYWAYS enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Kazuha x Albedo (romantic)

Lee: Albedo

Ler: Kazuha

Warnings: Tickles!

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The sky was a lustrous orange, signaling that the day was coming to an end. Though not quite over for the wandering samurai as a certain alchemist was still hogged up over at his laboratory in Dragonspine. Having experienced traveling through all kinds of environments, the harsh weather of Dragonspine didn’t prove to be much of a challenge for Kazuha. If anything, it was borderline enjoyable having the chance to observe the quiet scenery. He can definitely see why Albedo likes it here. Still, Kazuha can’t help but worry over his well being, being isolated here day and night, working nonstop, all in the name of alchemy. Kazuha always admired his deep rooted passion for the craft, but he also knew he had a tendency to overdo it. Getting so engrossed into his work and forgetting about everything else. 

As his lab came into view, Kazuha saw a peak of ashy blonde hair, causing a soft smile to instantly stretch over his lips. He got closer, watching his lover all hunched over his desk, scribbling down what the samurai assumes to be his most recent observations. As if a switch flipped in Kazuha’s head, he momentarily forgot why he went there, any and all thoughts overrun by how beautiful Albedo looks when he’s all focused. 

“What brings you here?” the alchemist’s voice broke Kazuha’s train of thought, though his attention still remained on his notes. Always so perceptive of his surroundings. 

“Simply making sure you’re taking care of yourself” Kazuha hovered behind him, glancing down at what the alchemist had written down, before placing his chin on top of his shoulder. Wrapping his arms loosely around the other’s middle. “Have you eaten today?” the samurai asked softly. 

The hand that was writing came to a halt as Albedo gave a thoughtful look before replying with a simple “No”. Shortly after, going back to his notes. 

This earned a small frown from the white haired male “Darling… you need to take better care of yourself” he scolded lightly, though there was more worry in his tone than anything else. His bandaged hand had started to absentmindedly rub along Albedo’s side. 

A slight shudder came from the chief alchemist. Such a faint reaction, though it didn’t go unnoticed by Kazuha. A smirk ghosting over his lips as a plan started to formulate. 

“I’ll make dinner after I finish this” Albedo said dismissively, his attention not once faltering from the work at hand. 

“And how long will it take?” this time, Kazuha gave a gentle poke to his lover’s side. His smirk growing over Albedo’s more noticeable body jerk. 

“Give me like… ten more minutes” the chalk prince truly was a stubborn individual. 

“Ten minutes? That’s a rather long time…” the samurai murmured against his lover’s neck. The chilly breath causes goosebumps to rise over the patch of skin. All while his fingers started to softly trace up and down Albedo’s side. 

The alchemist felt his body tense, the writing stopping once again as the grip on his pencil grew tighter. This caused Kazuha to smile, his fingers traveling up to Albedo’s ribcage. Short nails lightly mapping out the contours of each rib.

“Ah-!” a surprised gasp tugged out of the alchemist, quickly bringing up his free hand to cover his mouth. 

“Is something wrong, love?” the samurai feigned innocence as his fingers continued to tease at the sensitive ribcage. Gently fluttering over them and lightly pressing between the bones. 

“K-Kazuhahaha…!” Albedo’s hands dropped what they were doing, opting to hold onto Kazuha’s wrists. As giggles started to spill out of him against his will. 

“Yes?” Kazuha couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of his own, feeling joy over the laughter coming from the usually stoic alchemist. 

“This isn’t fahahair!” Albedo tried to sound annoyed, but it came out more as a giggly whine.

“Of course it is! You didn’t eat for the whole day, darling. It’s definitely more than deserved~” Kazuha kept one hand against his ribs, then brought his other hand down to Albedo’s stomach. Moving under his shirt to lightly scratch the skin around his navel. 

“Pffft! Wahahait! Gehet out of thehere!” Albedo’s cheeks flared up at the feel of Kazuha’s hand against his bare skin. His giggles grew more desperate as the two spots were attacked simultaneously. 

“Not until you promise to take a break to eat” Kazuha’s eyes had a mischievous gleam to them, knowing that he’d win this battle no matter what. 

“I sahahaid after I’m dohohone- GAH! KAZUHAHAH!” a squeal shot out of Albedo as he felt short nails lightly scratching at his hip bones. His cheeks growing hotter over all the weird sounds the samurai tickled out of him. 

“And I said that you’re taking too long~” Kazuha couldn’t help but chuckle along, his thumbs rubbing deep circles into each hip bone. 

“AHAHAHA! OKAY! OKAHAHAY! I’LL GO EHEHEAT! JUST- PLEHEHEASE, KAZUHA!” Albedo was practically wheezing in laughter, feeling his brain go fuzzy from how unbearably ticklish he felt. He didn’t know he could become this sensitive. Maybe that’s something worth researching, but that’s a thought for another day. 

Kazuha let out a soft hum of satisfaction, stopping his ticklish onslaught. Moving his arms to gently hold the alchemist in an embrace once more. “There we go. That wasn’t so hard now, was it dearest?~” he smiled up at the flustered mess that was his partner, placing a kiss on the reddened cheek. 

“Eheheh…” Albedo took in deep breaths, the occasional giggle slipping out. His body felt as if he had run a marathon across the country. “You’re ruthless…” there was no ill tone in his voice. If anything, he sounded mildly impressed. Considering how the samurai always carried himself with such gentleness and care, yet it still proved to be too much for Albedo to handle. 

“Only when it comes to your wellbeing” Kazuha’s eyes softened. His gaze alone spoke volumes over how much he loved Albedo.  “Now, let’s go eat before I decide that round two is in order” he joked. Letting out a chuckle when Albedo sprung up from his seat.

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[planetsano]

everyone finds out you two are dating.

SYNOPSIS: Class 1A find out you're in a relationship with some of your favorite MHA boys.

TAGS: established relationships, secretly dating, social media, making out, date night, sitting on kirishima's lap, fluff, slice of life.

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, eijirou kirishima, todoroki shoto, kaminari denki, izuku midoriya

— bakugou

Everyone finds out you two are dating when he accidentally posts a video of you captioned, "this idiot 🧡", on his snapchat story.

It was a Saturday night and you both decided that it would be nice to spend the night in enjoying each other's company. Obviously you told your friends that you would be busy studying but in reality you were actually with each other.

You were on his bed wearing one of his ridiculously oversized hoodies. Admittedly, he thought you looked cute. You had sweater paws like c'mon. He wanted to save the memory.

(Contrast to popular belief, Bakugou is capable of being a cute boyfriend sometimes. He's just rough around the edges, ya'know?)

When you looked up from your switch you saw your boyfriend recording you with a smirk on his face.

"Stop, I look ugly." You whined and hid your face behind your handheld game.

"No, you don't. Shut up." He scoffed.

"Make me." You stuck your tongue out and flipped him off.

"What do you want anyway, stinky?" You asked resuming your animal crossing gameplay.

"Show me your shitty island." He said.

"Really?!" You looked up at him again with your face lit up in excitement.

"Sike, no." He deadpanned behind the camera.

"I hate you!" You whined & jumped on him starting a play fight. The video was cut with a shaky camera & couple of your giggles.

After about maybe a minute of roughhousing, Bakugou's phone started to blow up with texts, snaps, and facetime calls.

"Someone's popular." You said while looking up at him. He pinned you down easily since he had a physical strength advantage over you.

You were curious as to why his phone was blowing up so suddenly but you were too entertained by squeezing his surprisingly squishy cheeks.

While you did that, Bakugou grabbed his phone. The facial recognition automatically unlocking it for him.

"The fuck?" Was all he said scrolling through all the notifications. He was confused.

One text in particular out of 64 unread stood out to him. It was from "Mina 👽", and it said:

"No but really, did you mean to post (Name) on your story? 💀🤚🏾 I knew you guys were going to date at some point!!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

— midoriya

This man Midoriya is terrible at secrets. So it didn't surprise you when he accidentally spilled the tea about your relationship.

It all started when Uraraka, Momo, Iida and Todoroki asked him if he wanted to join them for dinner that night. Apparently they were treating themselves to something fancy.

"I'm sorry guys. I can't. I have a date with (Name) tonight." Midoriya doesn't even give what he said a second thought.

Everyone literally stops. "Date? 🤨"

"Yeah. I have a date... with...." Realization hits. "You know what? I've really gotta go guys! See ya!" This boy tries to run but they stop him so fast.

They have so many questions. The main being when exactly did you guys become an official thing and why didn't they know about it.

Midoriya tells them that he's not sure if he feels comfortable without you being there to answer all the questions they have since they weren't even supposed to know to begin with.

They're all understanding and don't push him any further. He's already embarrassed enough. The most important thing is that they're happy for the both of you.

Now the only thing on Midoriya's mind was how to tell you he told half the friend group you two are dating over dinner.

— todoroki

You both really thought no one would catch you guys sharing a "quick" makeout session in the kitchen area.

It was risky to begin with because it was like 9pm on a weekend and more than half the class was still awake roaming around the building.

But honestly, neither of you could help it. You were at that point in the relationship where you just couldn't keep your hands off of each other.

Plus that little adrenaline and dopamine you got from pulling little stunts like this made it all the more fun. It was you guys' little secret. It was fun.

You were sat on the kitchen counter with Todoroki standing between your legs. His hands were placed on your thighs mindlessly kneading at them while your arms were lazily draped around his neck.

"Sho, I really wanna kiss.." You said softly.

"The others might come in soon, love." His voice was so smooth. He really didn't want to tell you no but you guys were already pushing it in this position.

"Just one tiny little kiss?" You gestured the words tiny and little with your thumb and pointer finger. "Pretty please?" You pouted playfully and batted your eyelashes at him.

Todoroki mentally sighed in defeat. He just couldn't say no to you.

With that you two shared a simple kiss, then another just a little longer... and the last kiss turned into a full blown makeout. You didn't know how much time passed before you both heard a forced cough.

You guys pulled away and looked at this kitchen area's entrance to see Denki, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Asui.

Denki: "Care to tell us when UA became Love Island?"

Kirishima: "Aw, come on guys. The counter?"

— kirishima

Honestly, this pairing is bold because you two fully outted yourselves out willingly.

1A decided to have a movie night in the common area one Friday night. It would be some fun considering training and classes were particularly hard that week. It would be nice to blow off some steam and goof off.

You were a little late coming down from your room because you had to finish up some important papers your work study requested.

When you finally got down to the common room, everyone had already claimed their seats.

Kirishima sat at the end of one couch and the spot next to him was already taken :(

Through 1A's chaos and chatter, you locked eyes with him and pouted subtly.

Just when you were about to sit on one of the empty pillows on the floor, Kirishima beckoned you over with his head and patted his thighs.

He gives you a wide toothy grin when he sees you walk your cute self right over to him to plop yourself right on his lap.

"Hey." He looks up at you with a goofy smile while he wraps one of his arms around your waist.

"Hi." You smiled at him and ran your fingers through his hair. He had it down which was your absolute favorite. You guys didn't even notice the chatter die down until

"Um.. are you guys dating?" Midoriya asked carefully. The whole room silently thanking him for being the one to ask.

"Huh? Oh yeah, totally! I'm her/his/their man!" Kirishima smiled widely and gave a triumphant fist in the air.

*cue Denki, Mina, Sero, & Bakugou angry (but supportive ❤️) at you guys for not telling them*

— denki

Okay, this one is pretty funny.

Behind closed doors, Denki made it a habit to quickly kiss your lips before you two part ways. For example, when he leaves your dorm to sneak back to his, he gives you a quick peck before he leaves.

Everyone engaged in their own separate conversations waiting for class to begin.

Denki was sitting on your desk while you sat normally in your chair. Mina, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou were gathered around holding a conversation about the homework that was due today and how it was harder than usual.

"Alright, everyone to your seats." Aizawa said as he walked into the classroom. Everyone audibly sighed and sulked back to their seats.

"I'll see you after class, babe." Denki as he leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

Now...

It only registered until after he pulled away from you that he kissed you in front of everyone.

You guys just stared at each other like "😀"

1A: 🤨🧐🤭

Aizawa: 🧍🏻🗿

"I don't care what you guys do outside of class.. but PDA isn't allowed in the classroom."

Yes, Aizawa put y'all on blast and if you weren't already embrassed, you are now.

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

[blissstardust]

Kiss Me

James Potter X Reader

Fluff

Seventh year

Kind of a long read

Enjoy :)

It was nearly midnight and yet you laid wide awake, not being able to sleep because of many reasons. The match against Slytherin is just around the corner and you’re determined to beat them, or else you’ll just have to die—all the annoying homework that your dear professors assigns everyday, not to mention N.E.W.T.S.—seventh year is the worst. All of a sudden, you hear three light taps on the window glass, just next to your bed. You sat up in your bed, looking around at all your dorm mates still fast asleep. You weren’t sure if you were just imagining the sounds. When no other sound came, you figured that it was just your imagination and you’re just exhausted, so you laid back down.

Tap. . . Tap. . .Tap. . .

You jump out of bed, grabbed your wand and whispered “Lumos”. This time you knew for sure that you weren’t imagining things. You slowly made your way to the window. Your hands shot to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. Shaking away the scare that you just experienced, you quickly opened up the window. “James, you git,” You hissed as the boy on the broom gave you a boyish smile.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly. You rolled your eyes, but let him in anyway. You stepped aside making room for him to climb in. Once he was inside he closed the window and gently placed his broom on the floor. “Hi,” James cooed as he turned to you. His hair was a perfect mess and he was in a plain white t-shirt and checkered sweats that were the colors of the Gryffindor house.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, pressing your hand to his chest as he tried to take a step closer to you. “This is the girls dormitory. It’s against the rules for you to be up here, Potter”

“Well crap. Rules are supposed to be broken, now can I get the kiss that I came here for, Y/n?” He said as he encircled his hand around your wrist, gently removing it from his chest. You shook your head at his attitude towards the rules, but couldn’t help but giggle.

“You’re terrible,” You smiled as you took his hand in yours and led him to your bed. James gladly followed you onto it. He helped you close the canopy curtains and you switched on your lamp that you had levitating at the ceiling of your Canopy. You also used the muffliato spell to quiet your voices, so you don’t wake any one.

“I see where this is going. Plan, on being loud tonight?” James asked with a smug smirk on his face. You scoffed as you grabbed a pillow and hit his head with it.

“You’re an absolute pig, James Potter”

“But you still love me,” He said. This boy, this mischievous, beautiful, caring boy is too much. But he’s right. You do love him.

“Do I?” You teased. His brow quirked up as he smirked.

“Oh is that what we’re doing now?” He asked as he began leaning in, but you weren’t going to let him have you just yet, so you began to slowly pull away from him.

“Mhm,” You hummed as you began to giggle.

“Oh really?” The boy said dramatically as he caught on to what you were doing. So, he kept leaning in because he knew that once your back hit the bed he would have you pinned. Your laughter burst out of your mouth when he began to tickle you. It’s a good thing you used muffliato.

“James!” You choked out as you continued to laugh and wriggle under his tickling touch. Your whole face was red now from laughing so much. “Okay! Okay!” You managed to shout out. “I’m gonna pee!” and you weren’t lying. If he didn’t stop soon your bladder was going to burst.

“What’s that?” He teased as he continued his playful assault. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say, L/n”

“I-I’m sorry! I love you!” You laughed out. Relief washed over you when he finally stopped. You were left a panting mess. Your chest rose and fell as you breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath. “I love you,” You breathed out, repeating what you said earlier.

“Yeah, you do,” He said in a teasingly cocky way as he nodded his head. You began to laugh again at his playful attitude. “I’ll take my kiss now,” the boy chirped. You looked up at him and stuck your tongue out.

“No,” You said as you pushed him off of you, allowing yourself to get up. “You don’t get awards for breaking rules, James Potter,” You playfully scolded.

“Y/n L/n, you give me my kiss right now!” He shouted as he drummed his fist into the mattress.

“Okay, fine,” You decide to give in. At least that’s what poor James thought. He leaned over towards you with a happy smile on his face, ready to get his kiss. Just as you lured him in, just as your lips were about to touch, you tackled him;pinned him to the bed and began to tickle him. His boyish laughter made you break into your own laughter. Eventually his laughs turned into cries of pleas and you had to show him mercy.

“Y/n, alright!” He screamed out and, unlike him, you came to a stop. “You’ve gone mad, woman,” He breathed out. While he took a moment to catch his breath, you laid down beside him.

“You’re the one who drives me mad, Potter,” You replied as you rolled onto your side to face him. When he did the same, you were met with his beautiful eyes that remind you of home. You smiled warmly as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “You have pretty eyes,” You hummed.

“Why thank you, darling,” James grinned a boyish grin as a light pink painted his cheeks. You loved how easily you could make him blush. “Come closer so I can hold you,” He cooed.

“Okay,” You said softly as you scooted closer to him, shifting a little so your bodies perfectly molded together. He rolled onto his back, allowing you to rest your head onto his chest as he had his other arm wrapped around you, holding you close. Your eyes slowly closed as you listened to his steady heart beat. You suddenly realized that your mind was no longer a mess. It was as if all you knew, now, was that you were here safe in James arms. It wasn’t long till you heard the quiet snores—that were sure to get louder through the night—coming from your boyfriends mouth. A small smile found it’s way to your lips as you carefully sat up to look at him. You began to wish that you had a camera, so you could capture this moment. He looked peaceful and quite adorable. “James,” you whispered as you rested your hand on his chest. When he didn’t respond you leaned down closer to his face, only a few inches apart. You took a moment to study his beautiful features. The way his perfect lips—even if they were a bit chapped—were slightly parted. The way his hair fell every which way, but somehow made him look ten times hotter. You began to wonder, how come you never realized how long his lashes were. Anyways “James, you have to go,” You whispered softly as you lightly patted his chest. He hummed but didn’t open his eyes. A sly smirk appeared on your face as a brilliant idea popped into your mind. “James,”You whispered once more, giving it another try, but no such luck. So, you leaned down and gave him a sweet lingering kiss on his lips. Just as you were about to pull away, you were pulled back to him. This time kissing you back. When you pulled away he had a crooked grin on his face.

“Success!” He cheered. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“James Potter, you need to head back to your dorm, now,” You told him. Please say no

“No can do madam. I need to make sure you get a good nights rest,” James protested.

“But what if we get caught? I can’t get caught having a boy in my bed,” You retorted.

“Like I said, rules were made to be broken, baby” Your stomach flipped and was swarmed with butterflies at the way he called you baby. You bit your bottom lip as you shrugged your shoulders and pretended that you had to ‘think’ things over. “Oh come off it. You know you want me to stay,” He laughed as he wrapped his strong arms around you and held you tight. You began to laugh as you tried to break free, though it was no use. James pulled his wand out and put the light out, then proceeded to pull your blanket over your bodies. “Much better,” He let out a long sigh.

“You know I love you right?” You asked him. Even though, you knew the answer to your question.

“Yeah, and do you know that I love you?” James asked softly.

“Yeah, I know,” You said as you relaxed in his arms. “Kiss me?” You hummed

You could just see his smug smirk on his face in the darkness. “Oh you want a kiss, do you?” He said as he managed to pin you beneath him. You could tell that his face was just mere inches from yours. Soft giggles left your lips at the way he was teasing you and getting all up in your face. “You want a kiss, do you?”

“Yes! I want a kiss, James,” You laughed. “Now kiss me”

“Right, because I’m so nice—because I want those beautiful soft lips on mines—I’ll kiss you” You felt him smile into the kiss that you asked for. It was short but sweet and tender. “Delicious,” He said dragging out the ‘s’. You began to giggle at his goofiness.

“We need to go to sleep now,” You whispered as you began to calm down.

“Alright, let’s go to sleep,” James said as he shifted so that you both were in a comfortable position. “Goodnight Y/n,” He hummed as his thumb drew circles on the skin of your arm.

“Goodnight baby,” You cooed as your hand gently played with his soft hair on the back of his head.

It wasn’t long till the two of you fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. But, before you fell asleep you whispered a soft ‘thank you’ to James for taking your mind away from all the stress you’ve been dealing with. You were glad that he showed up to your window just to get a kiss. What you didn’t know, was that James didn’t just come here tonight to get a simple kiss from you. Like you, he wasn’t able to sleep properly and felt that you were the only solution to his problem, and he was right. As soon as he held you in your arms his mind was put to ease. You give him peace and he gives the same to you.

[honeypirate]

Congrats on the 420 honey! You deserve it!!!

For your 420 event could I pretty please get Tanaka with She/Her pronouns?

Date idea #6 Reality #5

Can you also put edible #6?

Okay I love you and congrats again!

Oh my god thank you so much for this I had so much fun writing it!!

Event Masterlist

Tanaka x fem!reader + theme park + soulmate au + scarf kiss

Okay so for this soulmate AU I couldn’t choose which one I wanted so I choose both of these hopefully you like it haha

1. Colors of things or places your soulmate’s been/touched are brighter and more vivid.

2. Whenever you lose an item (like a sock), it ends up in your soulmates’ possession somehow

For spring break you and your friends decided to take a group to a theme park a couple towns over. It was perfect except for the fact the fact that it was a cool spring day.

“Hey Yui! Have you seen my scarf?” You were searching your room frantically. Since it was a little chilly you wanted to wear your scarf instead of a jacket since you’ll be outside all day.

“I haven’t. When was the last time you saw it?” She asks from her spot on your bed doing her makeup.

“Just a few days ago! I had washed it because it fell in the mud, remember?”

She nods putting the mascara wand back and twisting it closed “maybe your soulmate has it now”

You groan and flop backwards on a pile of clothing “you’re probably right. It was my favorite too.”

“Don’t they also have your favorite daisy earrings, your tamagotchi, and the left shoe of your favorite heals you wore to prom?”

You chuckle “yeah they do. I hope they’re taking care of my tamagotchi baby”

“Those things are so old I can’t believe you still took care of it religiously”

“It was my baby! It was my job to take care of it!”

She laughs and rolls her eyes “what do you have of his?”

“Uuuhhh” you look around and start grabbing random things “this little volleyball charm I keep meaning to put on my keys. This sweatshirt that has a bleach stain but is obviously super loved. And this water bottle” you take a drink from it and Yui looks at the bottle, feeling that she’s seen it somewhere.

She shakes her head “anyway. Are you ready? We have to go soon if we want to meet the rest of the group”

You sigh and pull yourself up to sitting again “yeah I’m ready. I’m just gonna go with no jacket or scarf and hopefully the thrill of the theme park will keep me warm”

☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎

“Is this yours?” Tanaka asks Saeko and she shakes her head “nope!” She says with a pop on the p sound “must be your soulmate’s again” Tanaka felt his stomach fill with butterflies. He wraps the scarf around his neck as he heads out the door, noya and the other guys waiting for him on the doorstep “see you later little bro! Do what I would do and have some fun!” Saeko calls out with a laugh

☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎☀︎︎

“Who else is gonna be here?” You ask as you slip the volleyball charm on your keys, the water bottle in the side pocket of your backpack as you walk towards the theme park gates from the car

“The boys VB club, the rest of our club, and a few guys from other schools that the boys invited” Yui says as you get to the line

“Are we meeting them somewhere?” You ask and she nods

“For lunch we are all supposed to meet up at the pizza place by the dragon ride. Or at least that’s what Noya told me”

You smile “so then we have a few hours to do what we want!”

You ride the crazy rides first, screaming beside Michimiya as they twist and turn and make you feel dizzy. “This is the best day” you say after you stumble off the dragon ride, dizzy and not able to walk in a straight line. “But the pizza place is right there so let’s go claim a table before it fills up”

You were the first ones you guys knew at the pizza place, claiming the largest table as you waited for the rest of the group.

Asahi and Daichi came first, Daichi sitting right next to Yui and chatting like usual. Part of you hoped they would be soulmates but Yui said the things she has don’t belong to him and the yellow flip flop he had wasn’t hers.

Boys you didn’t really recognize came next, filling in around the table as some went to order. Noya and Tanaka came next just as a chill from the breeze went through you. “Y/n how come you don’t have a jacket?” Noya asks as he sits beside you. “I wanted a scarf but I lost mine today so I decided I’d rather be a little cold than have to carry around a jacket all day”

Tanaka’s ears perked up. You lost a scarf? He wanted to rush over to you and ask if you also lost daisy earrings and a shoe and a tamagotchi? But he controlled himself and sat across from you, his hands messing with the ends of the scarf around his neck.

You noticed Tanaka’s scarf, but that couldn’t be yours, it was too vivid of a red to be yours. Yours was plain red, a muted color you liked.

When you all got up to finally order, Tanaka pulled Noya aside “switch me seats” he said and Noya raised his brows “okay. Why?”

“Because she lost a scarf. And this” he holds out the ends “isn’t mine. It just showed up today.”

“She could be your soulmate?!” Noya exclaims and places his hands on Tanaka shoulders, jumping in excitement “that’s amazing!!”

Tanaka hushes him “keep calm bro. This might just be a coincidence. I need to do some recon” noya grins “oooh right right right okay okay. You got it! Let me know if I can do anything”

Tanaka sits beside you at the table and you raise your eyebrows at Noya across from you. He just grins and takes the biggest bite of pizza you’ve ever seen, making you laugh.

Tanaka places a bottle of water next to your plate and you cover your mouth, still chewing a little as you ask “is that for me?” You meet his eye and he nods, a blush on his ears.

“Thank you Tanaka!“ You say place your hand on his forearm that was on the table, giving it a light squeeze.

“No problem y/n” he takes another bite of his pizza.

You pull out your water bottle from your bag and unscrew the top, pouring the water he got you into your bottle, empty from the first half of the day.

“TANAKA!” Noya shouts and you look up at him with a confused look “yes? Noya?” Tanaka says stiffly, trying to get him to shut up and calm down. His eyes said ‘yes. I see it. Be cool dude’

“Uuuh I was thinking we should uhhh GET COTTON CANDY!” He tries to cover it and nods proud of himself, you look to Tanaka and he looks a little nervous but responds with the same amount of excitement “yea!! I agree!! I love cotton candy”

You chuckle softly, pushing your empty plate away “I like the pink kind best” you say with a smile and Tanaka’s heart starts to race at how cute you looked.

“No way! The blue kind!” He says back and rocks his shoulder playfully into yours

“No the blue kind tastes like it’s just trying to hard to be better than pink. It’ll never win”

“Wanna bet?” He asks and you laugh

“What are we betting?”

“How about we decide that after we see who wins?”

“Ooh I like it. More of a risk” you say with a laugh “you’re on” you hold out your hand and he takes it with a firm shake.

“What ride should we hit next?” Yui asks and she pulls out the park map, unfolding it and placing it on the table.

“How about we go in a huge circle around the back that way we can hit the cotton candy stand here” you point to the back of the map “then we can hit all the best ones on our way out”

Tanaka watched as your finger traced a path on the page, watching as the colors of the paper changed with your touch, becoming more vivid and bright. He gasped softly and you looked over to him

“Did you have a different idea?” You ask and he shakes his head, you thought it was weird that he was being so quiet but you didn’t pry.

The rides on this side of the park were slower and more interactive. You had fun shooting lasers through one ride, then number cars the next, feeling special every time Tanaka wanted to sit beside you.

you get to a teacup ride and Tanaka takes your hand when the gates open, leading you directly to the blue one in the middle. You laugh as he pulls you along.

“Are you ready for this?” He asks with a grin and you laugh, nodding as the music began and the ride started. His hands move to the wheel in the middle and for a moment you think it actually changes colors. His hands moved the wheel as fast as he possibly could, making your world spin and making you laugh uncontrollably. The wheel he was turning was such a vivid shade of blue now but you didn’t know if it wasn’t always like that.

Tanaka loved the sound of your laughter, it was beautiful, like a song just for him. When the ride ended he took note of your messy hair and the tears from the corner of your eyes from laughing so hard. You looked like an angel. His angel.

As you wait for the ride to stop completely you just look at each other, panting from laughing so hard with smiles on your faces. It was like the world stopped and gave you two this special moment.

“Come on kids! Cotton candy time!” Noya shouts as the doors to the teacups open and everyone shuffles out.

Tanaka exits first, holding his hand out to help you which you gladly take. Smiling and feeling your cheeks heat under his soft gaze.

“Ready to lose this bet?” He asks and squeezes your hand but doesn’t let it go as you walk behind your friends

“I don’t know Tanaka, are you?”

He laughs “I’m ready to win” he says with a goofy grin and you felt your heart race.

You didn’t really know what was happening. You and Tanaka were friends but you hadn’t been this flirty before. He’s told you that you were gorgeous but most of the time he was all over Kiyoko asking her if she’s got any of his lost items. (She hadn’t. Her soulmate wa someone from a different school who she’s already met)

“You get blue. I’ll get pink. And then we will share and compare” you say as you wait in line at the stand

“No lying. Say what you honestly think” he adds and you laugh

“Of course. No cheating”

Noya behind you speaks up “but they also have green and yellow. What if those are better?”

You and Tanaka speak at the same time “they’re not”

Making you laugh and making noya wanna vom at how cute it was.

You get your cotton candy and drop his hand to open your bag, humming in delight when you popped a bit in your mouth. “Pink is definitely better” you say and offer him some but something beeps in his pocket and his hands are a little occupied with holding his blue cotton candy and fishing around in his pocket he just opens his mouth with a little smile and sparkle in his eye.

You don’t miss a beat, placing the bit of, to his eye vibrantly pink, cotton candy on his tongue and accidentally brushing his bottom lip when you pulled away your hand.

“Yeah” he says “pink is amazing. But just wait for blue” he pulls out the thing he was looking for in his pocket and it was a pink tamagotchi. “Sorry. Gotta feed it too” he says and you laugh

“it’s fine. I had one of those before but I lost it. I think my soulmate has it and I just hope they are taking care of my little guy” you watch as his thumb presses the buttons. That couldn’t be yours. It was too bright of pink. You had a lighter pink version.

“Hey what’s that?” Yui asks when she comes to chat with you “he has a tamagotchi too isn't that cool?” You say and she nods “that’s pretty neat. Yours is pink too” you shake your head “not that pink though! It’s vibrant and mine is lighter than that” Michimiya gives you a look like you’re the stupidest girl she’s ever met and you raise your eyebrows “what?” She shakes her head with a laugh and changes the subject

“So what color is better?”

You gasp and turn to Tanaka who has a mouth full of blue already and you laugh at him, cheeks flushing s little because of how oddly adorable it was.

“Let me try” you say and he pulls off a piece, raising it to your lips and you smile and let him feed you, feeling your face heat even more.

“Pink is better” you say just as he says “Blue is better” making you laugh and making Yui give you a smile before she quietly left you guys to figure it out.

“I don’t think you had enough pink” you say and he shakes his head “I think your taste buds are broken” you gasp “hey!” You say and playfully slap his shoulder. He smirks and you watch as he places a vibrantly blue piece of cotton candy into his mouth.

“Try some more pink” you say and hold your bag out to him, finally beginning to realize that the colors aren’t just random.

He takes a piece of your candy and you withhold a gasp from the way it changed from normal pink to vibrantly pink.

“Okay okay” he says after a few more bites and then comparing them side by side “I think you’re right. Pink is better”

He looks up to you, finding you wide eyed and staring quietly at his hands “are you okay?” He asks and you shake off your shocked feelings. Warmth and excitement taking their place in your heart.

“So since I won that means you need to do something for me, right?” You ask and he nods

“What can I do for you, malady?” He asks and you chuckle at his goofy ways.

“Maybe you could give me back my scarf” you say softly and he gasps “you figured it out” he said and you nod with a laugh

“It took me almost all day but I finally realized”

“That we’re soulmates” he finishes for you with a dopey grin and you nod “yeah. That were soulmates”

You don’t know when all your friends abandoned you but you weren’t really worried. You take your backpack off one shoulder and open it, storing your leftover candy as well as his.

“So. What now?” You ask with a laugh and he shrugs “I. I don’t know. I didn’t think past this.”

“How about..”

You reach up and take a hold of the scarf, he assumes to take it off him but he gasps when you pull him down to your level with it “how about this?” You suggest and bring your lips an inch away from his

“Yes. Yes I like this” he says and cups your cheeks as he connects your lips together.

The moment his lips touched yours it was like the sky exploded. Your body tingled and you saw vibrant colors behind your eyelids as he kisses you, quick peppering of pecks across your lips to make you chuckle before you wrap your arms around his neck and melt into him. Your tongues and lips moving together as the rest of the world melts away.

“Okay.. gross” a small child said in passing and you break apart to start laughing with him. “It wasn’t gross” he says with a hurt expression but you just guide him back down to give him one last peck. “Come on, soulmate. Let’s go meet back up with our friends so we don’t miss out on the dragon ride”

“So you should have my vb keychain and my hoodie as well” he says and you nod “and you should have my daisy earrings and my shoe” he nods “amazing” he says softly and you return his smile. “I’m glad it’s you” he says and you raise your eyebrows “really? You’re not sad it’s not Kiyoko?” You look down and he reaches out to tilt your face back up to look at him “I’m so glad it’s you. Kiyoko was a crush. But you, everything is so much brighter now. I feel like my world has changed”

You spot Noya first and he runs up to Tanaka “so?” He asks and you laugh “did you know?” You ask and he nods “the water bottle” he says and you laugh, forgetting all about that.

You spent the rest of the day holding his hand and flirting, watching as colors of things changed when he touched them and experimenting with it. You rode the crazy rides one last time as you held his hand as he sat next to you. When it came time to leave, him and noya ask to ride back with you guys and you can’t hide your excitement.

Noya takes the passenger seat while Yui drives and you sit in the back with Tanaka. Within ten minutes you’re both passed out and cuddled into each other and Yui can’t help but smile. She couldn’t wait to find her soulmate and couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy she felt that you found yours first.

[deerixiie]

haikyuu flower shop oneshots ~ tsukishima (affection)

description: a tsukishima x fem!reader oneshot where you try to complain to your unaffectionate boyfriend but end up saying something you regret (part of the haikyuu x reader flower shop oneshots series)

warnings: none!

genre: fluff, humor, angst but not really

word count: 1,343

a/n: this is long, but it’s one of my favorites. also, thank you for 100 followers! i’m thinking of something for you guys dw

Some people cried when they reached their breaking point. Some screamed. Some gave up. 

Others snuck into the storage closet during their shift at work and whined to their boyfriend.

Oh wait, that was just you.

“Today has sucked, babe,” you said as soon as he picked up. (He answered on the first ring, so romantic of him.)

“And here I thought you had died or something.” Tsukki’s voice was flat, even over the phone. “You’re in the middle of a shift, Y/N.”

“I’m hiding in the storage closet,” you retorted. “It’s the middle of January, so the flower shop isn’t getting any customers. But that’s not the po-”

“If you get fired, don’t come whining to me,” Tsukki scoffed.

You huffed at your boyfriend. You’ve been dating Tsukki for almost three months, though you had to admit you wondered why he was even with you; or why you were with him. While you were clingy, emotional, and touch-starved, Tsukki was aloof, salty, and independent. 

Long story short, random calls in the middle of a shift to rant to him weren’t really his thing.

But you really were having a terrible day. The flower shop’s heating and cooling system was messed up, so it was freezing cold. Plus, your manager was turning down all of your suggestions for the flower shop and favoring your coworkers instead. You admit, it was a petty thing to risk everything and complain about. 

(You also admit that you might’ve been doing it to hear his soft, dark voice, but Tsukki didn’t have to know that, did he?)

“I just wanna go home,” you sighed. “Can we cuddle tonight?”

“Stop whining, and I’ll consider it.”

“I’m not whining!”

“You’re so immature.”

“Am not!”

“I’m not even going to respond to that.”

You scowled. “Kei, can you pretend you care about me for one second?”

And another thing—when you weren’t being clingy, emotional, or touch-starved, you were saying things you regretted.

But in this case, you didn’t regret it—yet.

“What?” Tsukki snapped. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I just wanted to hear yo-to have someone to rant to,” you corrected yourself smoothly, and Tsukki was too confused to notice. “I wanted comfort from my boyfriend.”

“Well at least—you know what, never mind.” You heard him sigh. “Sorry. What do you need me to do?”

Tsukki’s apology was what sent the inevitable regret. It was as if someone flipped a switch, and the regret that was bound to come from your words earlier crashed down onto your heart like a pile of bricks.

“No,” you sighed. “I’m being whiny and stupid. I’ll let you get back to your work, Kei. See you at home.”  

You hung up before Tsukki could manage any type of response and throw your phone onto a shelf.

“Can you pretend you care about me for one second?”

Why the heck did I say that? you wondered in frustration. Am I really in such a crappy mood?

You were too wound up in your thoughts to realize that you tossed your phone at a rather precariously—stack of flower pots. They crashed to the ground loudly, making you jump.

Unfortunately, your manager was standing right in front of the storage closet.

You somehow managed to not get fired, but you did put him in an even worse mood, which meant everyone was in a bad mood—and it was your fault.

You dragged your feet as you finally left the flower shop once your shift ended. In one day, you had managed to piss off your boyfriend, your boss, and your coworkers. 

Oddly, you were more worried about the fact that you had pisssed off Tsukki. 

You pushed open the door, already thinking about what you would say to him that night, when you looked up.

And stopped in your tracks.

A car was parked right outside the door. Tsukki’s car.

Tsukki was supposed to be at work until 7.

The driver's window slowly rolled down, revealing no other than your boyfriend staring at you blankly. “Get in.”

His words kicked you out of the shocked daze you were in. “I thought your shift didn’t end until-”

“I left early. Get in.”

You rushed into the passenger side before he could change his mind. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Tsukki didn’t pick you up from work unless his shift ended early—he never left early. 

You stared out the window, squirming in the uncomfortable silence that filled the car. You wanted to apologize, but you thought you would have more time to prepare. How would you even start?

A warm hand slowly slipped into your own. You jumped and turned around, shock ripping through you once you realized what happened.

Tsukki’s free hand was entangled in your own. Tsukki himself wasn’t looking, his eyes set on the road and his mouth set in a firm line.

Was that a brush of pink on his cheeks?

You swallowed your words of shock—you learned from previous experiences that he’d just take his hand away and deny everything—and smiled to yourself. 

Tsukki was holding your hand. Without you telling him to.

The stress of the day was beginning to wear off, and even though a small voice in your head was nagging at you, you were content with just staying quiet.

Not for long, though.

“So how was work anyway?” said Tsukki, glancing over in your direction.” You never got to tell me.”

Thinking of work made you think about your conversation on the phone, bringing a sick feeling to your stomach. You rested your head against the cool window and closed your eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does,” Tsukki responded, sounding a little annoyed. The annoyance in his voice awakened a tiny thought in your mind: He’s doing this because of what you said earlier. 

You frowned. Did your words really affect him that way? You thought they just made him upset. You didn’t think you would benefit from them.

But you did say that he wasn’t showing he cared. In a really rude way, in fact. He was doing this—leaving his shift early, going out of his way to be physically affectionate, asking about your day—because you were mean to him. 

You might be clingy and desperate for attention, but you weren’t selfish enough to let that happen. “Kei, you don’t have to be doing all of this,” You said. “I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier. I’m sorry.”

Tsukki opened his mouth and closed it repeatedly, thinking of a response and choosing not to say it. “I’m doing this because,” he said finally, “even though you’re really annoying and get on my nerves a lot-”

You pouted. “Hey!”

“-I do love you, dork. I know you were in a bad mood, so I’m cheering you up.” His cheeks were bright red. “So be happy, idiot.”

A goofy smile slowly spreaded across your face. Tsukki only said “I love you” first when you were about to part ways, and even then, you were more likely to say it first. Hearing him say it now was a small thing, but it filled your heart with a giddy, bubbly sort of feeling. 

But again, you remembered your words from before, and the goofy smile on your face slowly faded into a small frown. “Kei, about what I said before-”

“I get it. You were in a bad mood,” Tsukki interrupted.

“That doesn’t excuse what I said.”

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N. You can get over it now.” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Unless you don’t want to watch the movie I was going to have us watch.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait no, I want to watch a movie!”

Tsukki’s laughter was a pure, beautiful thing. It wasn’t the usual mocking laugh you’d hear when he was making fun of you or one of his friends. It was a genuine laugh. 

He turned and softly smiled at you, and you realized with firm certainty that his smile was better than any type of affection he could give you.

hfso masterlist ✼ gen. masterlist

[ticklykitty216]

Brawl Stars Tickle Headcanons

Ok so I may have fallen into another fandom-

I cannot control the rate in which I get into things!!

Also be warned, this is a long ass post, and I mean it’s LONG

*EDIT: I added Stu, Belle and Squeak to the post. They’re all at the top of their respective sections/rarities except for Stu, who’s at the bottom of Common. I also added a “Keep Reading” break after the Common section*

*EDIT 2: I added Buzz and Griff, they’re at the top of their respective rarities*

... Anyways here are some headcanons-

*** Common Brawlers ***

Shelly:

Switch, Ler leaning

She’s a very goofy ler

She loves teasing when tickling, mostly verbally

Also loves to chase lees around before she strikes

She’s got super ticklish sides, knees and calves

Her laugh’s loud and contagious

She totally switches between speaking in english and in spanish when tickling/being tickled, change my mind

Nita:

Lee

She’s a fighter though so you want to be careful when tickling her

Her sides, belly and feet are super ticklish

Her laughter is absolutely MANIC

Very squirmy, and thrashes a lot

She gets super flustered when teased

When she’s in a ler’s position she tends to dig a lot when tickling

Colt:

Switch, Lee leaning

Listen, 9/10 times this man is all bark and no bite when it comes to tickling

It’s super easy to get him, like it’s almost a little sad

His belly, ribs and armpits are his spots

He gets super flustered when tickling, and will try to talk when being tickled

This man 110% begs before you even lay your fingers on him

He can be quite the cheeky ler when he’s not getting wrecked

He verbally teases a lot (His favorite is “Coochie Coochie Coo”)

(He’s Shelly’s frequent victim)

Bull:

Ler

Bull is a scary ler

He doesn’t normally tickle people, but when he does he’s merciless

He’s super big and strong, so there is no escaping the Bull

He’ll cradle you in one arm and go to town on your stomach

Or he’ll pin you down and use one hand to keep your hands up and get you with his other hand

Also verbally teases

He’s got ticklish ribs, back and armpits

His laugh is super rough and deep, it’s actually kinda scary

Jessie:

LEE

Oh, oh god she’s baby...

She squirms a lot when tickled

She has the CUTEST giggles, her giggles will water your crops, and cure you’re acne-

Her ribs, sides and feet are her worst spots

She’ll try and curl into a ball to escape

Blow raspberries on her belly and sides and she’s dead, you killed her

She snorts if she’s tickled for too long

Gentlest ler in the west

Brock:

Switch, Ler leaning

He doesn’t tickle people very often, because he thinks it’s really silly, but in the few times he does-

He’s very quick when tickling

Switches spots quickly so you don’t get used to it

His teases, they rhyme my guy

The rare occasions he’s a lee, he’s very squirmy

His laugh gets super jittery and squeaky, and wheezy, and he hates it

Dynamike:

Ler

He’s not ticklish

Though that doesn’t mean he won’t laugh along side you

He won’t go after you unless you’ve been messing with him (or ya’ tried to tickle him)

He’s also very sporadic when he tickles

He’s VERY good at teasing, both physically and verbally

Despite being a little off his rocker, he’ll never take it too far and will stop if he thinks you’ve had enough

Bo:

Ler

Again, he doesn’t really tickle people that often (He does sometimes tickle Nita and Leon though)

He’s normally a very serious and stoic ler, but on rare occasions he’ll get playful

If he’s in a playful mood he’ll chase you down and tease you

He’s surprisingly a very gentle ler, despite being serious and a kinda scary looking ler

His chest, ribs, neck and back are ticklish

He’s not super ticklish, but if you get those spots he’ll laugh

He has a very deep laugh, it’s actually kinda calming

Tick:

Lee

Ok, so somehow this little bomb robot is ticklish

Don’t know why, don’t know how, he just is

He’s ticklish around his sides and under his arms

And if his head isn’t attached to his body around the the edge and inside where his head rests is ticklish too

He’s actually kinda cute when you tickle him, he fails around when tickled

He’s also a really dangerous lee because if he’s tickled for too long his head might explode so watch out

His ‘laugh’ gets high pitched and he ‘stutters’ quiet a bit (Well, more than he usually stutters)

He can’t really tickle people back because he doesn’t have hands...

Though he can (technically) blow raspberries

8-Bit:

Lee

Again, somehow this little robot’s ticklish (Jeez, who’s making all these ticklish robots?!)

His little robot feet and ‘sides’ are ticklish

Also if you lightly scratch his buttons he giggles and squeaks

If you manage to get him flipped on his back and tickle him there’s really nothing he can do

His laugh is very squeaky and high pitched, and he’ll ‘stutter’ as well when tickled

If you tickle him for a while and then stop, and then ask him if he wants to “Play Again” he’ll get SUUUPER flustered and crash (Not really)

He’s not really the best ler, but he’s trying

Emz:

Switch, Ler leaning

She is, such a mean ler

Her nails are well manicured, and they’re merciless

She's both really good at physical and verbal teasing

She’s coo and baby talk you while she finds your worst spots

But she, herself, is deathly ticklish as well

Her belly, armpits and feet are her death spots

Her laugh is very high pitched and she giggles a lot when tickled

Will scream if you quickly tickle her death spots

1,000% will retaliate against you

Stu:

Switch

Is surprisingly a playful ler

If a little cocky and arrogant, but still playful all the same

His verbal teases are very hit of miss because he stutters a lot

But his physical teases are on point, likes to spider and scratch along the ribs and sides

He’s kinda ticklish

His spots are his ‘hips’, armpits and his stomach to some extent (you have to hit it just right to get him laughing)

He tries to curl into himself if tickled

His laugh is, quiet literally, all over the place

He’ll try to talk while you tickle him, but if you hit him with the “Can you repeat that? I can’t understand you when you’re laughing” he’ll literally short circuit

He’ll never admit it out loud, but Stu really likes tickling (or well, the idea of it) and he kinda wishes he was more ticklish in places (he likes the contact)

*** Rare Brawlers ***

El Primo:

Switch

If you were to look up the definition of a switch, you would just see a picture of El Primo

He’s such a carefree guy, who’s willing to get silly and have tickle fights with just about anyone (And I mean anyone)

He’s so strong he can easily pin you down and tickle you silly

He’s not that good at physical teasing, but he’s good at verbal teasing

He’s a really gentle ler, he might take it a little too far, but he’ll profusely apologize if he gets a little rough

His whole torso is ticklish, along with his hips and thighs

His chest and collarbone are also pretty ticklish as well

His laugh is pretty carefree, though it can get a little high and jittery if you drill into his hips, thighs, and ribs

He’ll sometimes let you win tickle fights

He also 100% switches between speaking in english and in spanish, you cannot change my mind on this one

Poco:

Lee

He’d probably be more of a switch if it wasn’t for the fact that’s SOOOO ticklish (and weak)

He’s ticklish pretty much anywhere you get your hands on him

Though some spots that never disappoint are his ribs, hips and feet

The best part about him being a skeleton is that you could, say, take one of his ribs out and tickle it, and he’d still feel it like it was still attached

His laugh is also carefree and happy, like Primo’s, but just in general it’s higher pitched

Oh lord, he get’s so flustered if you tease him, especially if they’re music related

In the rare chances he’s a ler, he’s quite cheeky

His boney fingers are quick and precise

He also rhymes/sings when he teases you

He’s also pretty gentle when it comes to tickling, so he won’t take it too far

Rosa:

Switch, Ler leaning

She’s such a teasing ler

She makes a bunch of puns while she tickles you

She’ll also coo and baby talk you while she goes to town

Also playful, will give chase before a tickle fight

She’s also super strong so she can easily pin you down

100% uses her plants to help tickle you (Because she’s a filthy cheater)

Surprisingly ticklish despite appearances

Her ribs, neck and feet are her most ticklish spots, though her thighs don’t disappoint as well

Her laugh is pretty goofy, and it can go pretty high if you switch spots quickly

Barley:

Switch, Lee leaning

AGAIN, for a robot, he’s shockingly ticklish

His legs, ‘belly segment’ and neck are his ticklish spots

The palm of his hands are also ticklish

His laugh usually stays the same pitch wise, but some places make him either go “hehe”, “hoho” or “haha”

He’s a little squirmy, though he’ll probably just try to push you away

Despite being a robot he’s not really that strong (physically) so he might struggle to pin you down

Though he is surprisingly good at verbal teases for some reason??

He acts innocent as a ler but don’t let him fool you, he knows exactly what he’s doing

Tends to spider his metal fingers all over, with one hand normally going up while the other goes down

*** Super Rare Brawlers ***

Darryl:

Switch, Lee leaning

Despite having 90% of his body covered by a barrel, he’s still got some ticklish bits

His feet, and under his arms are quite ticklish

Like 8-Bit, if you knock him onto his back and kinda hold him there while tickling him there isn’t much he can do (unless he had his super charged)

Darryl actually kinda likes being tickled (But he’d never say it out loud)

His laugh kinda switches between his pirate “Yo ho ho”/”Yar har har” to more giggly and squealy “hehehe”s

Darryl is actually a pretty good ler (Though he’s not the best)

He’s good at both physical teasing and verbal teasing

He uses pirate slang/pirate talk and it honestly makes the tickling worse

He so uses the feather in his hat, you can’t tell me otherwise

Jacky:

Switch, Ler leaning

She’s a rude ler, not mean, but rude

She’s really good at physical teasing, but will sometimes throw out some really good verbal teases

Is surprisingly playful, but like, in a rude way

Totally does that thing like she’s gonna get you, but at the last minute pulls away

Also pretty strong so can easily pin you down

She scream laughs when tickled

Her hips, feet and arms are super ticklish

Ribs also never fail to disappoint

She squirms and thrashes if not properly pinned down

She swears a lot when tickled so...

Rico:

Switch, Ler leaning

May not look like it, but he is a switch

He’s quite ticklish compared to his other robot ‘friends’ and he hates it

Pretty much everywhere is ticklish, but the area around his stomach that you can see into? There. That’s the spot

He flails when tickled so you might want to be careful...

He is also a scary ler

Very strong, can easily pin you

He is so mean with his teases, he’s alright at physical teases but it’s the verbal ones he’s king at

He WILL chase you down, and he WILL catch you

Carl:

Lee

Surprisingly or unsurprisingly Carl is super ticklish

His armpits, neck and his entire lower half is SUUUPER ticklish

If you get him when he’s in his minecart he’ll just flails and giggles (and gets super flustered)

If you get him outside his cart and go for his legs he LOSES IT

He has such a squeaky laugh and giggles, he gets super embarrassed by it

He also will try to talk while being tickled so he just ends up babbling

In the rare chance he is a ler, he’s very mischievous

He likes to poke and prod around ticklish spots

His teases are absolutely ridiculous, verbal mostly

Also totally baby talks and hits ya with the “Coochie Coochie Coo”

Penny:

Ler

Ruthless pirate is ruthless

She is secretly (not so secretly) the master of tickle torture

Her finger are quick and precise when it comes to finding your most ticklish spots

Great at both verbal and physical teases

Also pretty strong, can pin you down (But will most likely try to tie you up)

Tends to scribble and spider around until she finds a death spot, then she targets it and will use different methods to tickle you there

Can’t stand being tickled though-

Her feet, ribs, armpits and neck absolutely destroy her

Can’t take what she dishes out

Though she’s a tough cookie and won’t crack immediately 

But when she cracks, oh boy does she crack

Her laugh is all over the place

She feather sensitive, that is all

*** Epic Brawlers ***

Griff:

Switch, Ler leaning

Griff isn’t a huge fan of tickling, because time is money! And he can’t be wasting time on such childish things!

That said if push comes to shove and given the opportunity, he’s quite the cheeky ler

He’s a king at verbal teases, though that doesn’t mean he’s not good with physical teases as well

He’ll hunt down death spots and exploit them

Most of the time he won’t show mercy, but every now and then he’ll “feel bad” and stop before he goes too far with the tickling

Griff will do everything in his power to avoid being tickled

His armpits, ribs, hips and feet kill him (especially his feet and hips)

His hands are also somewhat ticklish

His voice and laugh go all over the place when tickled, and certain technics do certain things to his voice/laugh

He also talks a lot when tickled as well

Will try to bargain with you to stop tickling him, and will actually pay if you do and promise not to tell anyone

Edgar:

Switch, Lee leaning

He tries, super hard to keep the fact that he’s super ticklish a secret

If you so much as ask him he’s gonna deflect and then try to get outta there

He, is so ticklish. His death spots are his ribs, armpits, hips and feet

He’ll try and fight you off but if you just keep tickling him he’ll eventually stop and try to just shove you off or pry your hands away

His laugh is, at first strained (He tries to keep his laugh in) but after a while it get’s stupidly happy sounding

If you manage to get his scarf off, blow a fat raspberry on his neck

He will literally make this strangled pterodactyl screech before turning into scream laughter, he literally can’t stand having his neck tickled

He will absolutely DESTROY you when he retaliates (not if, WHEN)

He will use his scarf to pin your hands down while he wrecks you

He’ll hunt down your death spots and just target them, he’ll sometimes switch to other spots, but only because of when he goes back to your death spot it feels worse

Not super good at verbal teases, but physical? He’s a king

(He’s unfortunately a frequent victim target for Colette)

Bibi:

Switch, Ler leaning

She’s can be quite the mean ler

She’s decent and both physical and verbal teasing

Her main strength (other than being able to pin you down) is how she’s able to make you feel helpless

That and she’s a smug ler so it call comes together to make her tickling worse

It’s actually kinda easy to get her back

Her belly, hips and thighs are her worst spots

She squeaks when she laughs, and she hates it (If you point it out to her she gets super flustered)

100% will retaliate after being tickled, doesn’t matter who it is, she’ll get you back

Piper:

Switch, Lee leaning

She’s quite ticklish everywhere, but her feet and legs are her death spots

Sides and neck are also a good spot

She’s surprisingly strong despite her appearance, so she might accidentally hit you or kick you if you aren’t careful

Her laughter, is so sweet

But with that being said she’s quite a mischievous ler

She’ll talk down to you and baby talk you while she tickles you

She also does that thing where she pretends to strike then pulls back before she makes contact and coos at you when you react

Despite her being strong it’s kinda easy to turn the table on her

Bea:

Lee

Oh god, another baby

She’s ticklish all over, but her sides and belly do her in

She very squirmy and tends to try and shove you away

Her laugh is so sweet, it is pure

She begs a lot when tickled and also tends to talk when being tickled

Her ears are also ticklish, and she giggles like crazy if you tickle them

In the rare occasions she’s ler she’s literally the sweetest ler

She never takes it overboard

Nani:

Lee

Robot baby

She’s so small and round, she’s ticklish everywhere

She’s the most ticklish robot out of them all

Much like Darryl and 8-Bit, you knock her over and there’s nothing she can do

Has the sweetest laughs and giggles

She kinda likes being tickled, but won’t go out of her way to ask for them

Also a very sweet ler

Pam:

Ler

She’s mischievous, and sweet

She’s good at both verbal and physical teases

Also super strong, will cradle you and tickle you

Can, and will- “Chase you down to tickle town!”

She WILL find you most ticklish spots, there is no hiding from her

She’s only ticklish in one place, which is her thighs

Her laugh is loud, and deep

Depending on who you are, she’ll either let you tickle her or she’ll fight back

Frank:

Switch

He doesn’t get in much on the tickling action, but he is (surprisingly) a switch

He’s actually very sweet as a ler (despite appearances)

He’ll also cradle you in one arm and tickle you with the other (It’s his go-to position, especially against Mortis)

He’ll laugh along side you as he tickles

Very leisurely with tickles, unless you’ve annoyed him, then he’s a little rough and might target certain places (*coughMortiscough*)

He’s actually pretty bashful as a lee

He tries to push people away and cover his face when he laughs

His ribs, hips, and neck are pretty ticklish, though his chest and forearms make him laugh as well

*** Mythic Brawlers ***

Squeak:

Lee?

Squeak is a weird one for sure

They’re kinda ticklish everywhere

Verbal teases work well enough on them

If they’re standing when tickled they’ll stamp their feet on the ground, if laying down they’ll try and curl up

Vibrations also tickle them

They’re laugh is very high pitched and squeaky (pun unintended)

If tickled for too long they kinda just, melt / turn into a puddle of dog slobber (ew)

Not really much of a ler

They don’t quite understand tickling (though they do like it)

Isn’t that great at tickling, but they try their best!

Max:

Switch

She normally doesn’t tickle people unless provoked

She is so quick when tickling, her hands move so fast you’ll struggle to catch them

Will test everyone of your spots until she finds your death spot the slooowly start to hone in

Loves teasing you about your laugh and how quickly it fluctuates

She’s also extremely ticklish

Her hips, legs and feet are deathly ticklish

She will try to run away if you try to tickle her

She’s quite squirmy and might kick you if you’re not careful

If you also tease her about her laugh she’ll get super flustered and stop working

Oh, you better believe she’ll chase you down (and you better be ready to chase her too)

Byron:

Ler

He is such as cheeky ler

He’s great at verbal teasing, and prefers that over physical teases

He’ll poke and prod around until he finds a death spot, and then he’ll slowly tickle is way either up or down to it

He probably has some elixir or solution that makes the skin extra sensitive to touch (or it’s literally just baby oil but he calls it something else to make it sound ‘fancier’)

He’s actually pretty ticklish despite appearances

Ribs, armpits, sides, hips and knees will do him in

His back is also surprisingly ticklish, but he keeps it covered most of time

His laugh is just, naturally evil sounding, even when he’s being tickled silly

Will 1,000% get you back, just not straight away (unless he’s angry)

Mortis:

Switch

Mortis, the bringer of bats and doom, is so horribly ticklish and will jump out of his skin if you brush up against him

His ears, neck, ribs, belly, hips and feet will absolutely murder him

If you drill into his hip bones or the spot between his rib bones he’ll literally die (not really)

He tends to flail his lanky limbs around so you might want to be careful

His laugh is all over the place, and he cackles and giggles a lot

Though, speaking of doom, if he gets his hands on you he’ll rain doom down upon you!

He knows just the right things to say to get under your skin and make you squirm

He’ll also fake you out with tickles and will laugh, mockingly at you if you flinch away

Don’t worry, if you do the same thing to him he’ll literally short circuit

Mr. P:

Ler

Angry penguin delivers angry tickles

He goes straight for the death spots and doesn’t let up until you’re close to passing out

He can’t really verbally tease you (maybe taunts?) but he sure can physically tease you

He 100% uses his porters to help torment you

He’s only ticklish in 2 very specific spots that only Gale and Lou know about

He honks and squeals when tickled

Very dangerous lee, will attack you if you keep tickling (he MIGHT get you with tickles, but very unlikely)

Sprout:

Lee

Doesn’t really understand tickling

They’re pretty much ticklish everywhere

AGAIN, if you knock them over they’re helpless

They tend to flail and will probably try to hit you on purpose

They’re laugh is so cute though, it’s so high pitched and giggly

Like I said, they don’t really understand tickling so they don’t know how to tickle back

They’re trying though, and you gotta give them credit where it’s due

Tara:

Switch

Also will try to avoid tickling/tickle fights

She pretty leisurely when she tickles, though she can be merciless if you annoy her

Can and will use her shadow clones to tickle you

Can’t really verbally tease, but she’s really good at physical teases

Will slowly rake her nails down your sides

Is only really ticklish on the hips, thighs and sides are also good, but the hips are where it’s at

Will try to shimmy and shake out of your grasp 

Her ‘laugh’ gets a little more high pitched when being tickled

Will probably try to attack you after you’re done tickling her

Gene:

Switch

He’s pretty playful when it comes to tickling, mischievously playful...

He’s surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) very ticklish

His belly, sides, ribs and ears are suuuper ticklish

His laugh is more high pitched and giggly when tickled

If you blow a raspberry on his belly, dude, he’s gone

Despite his appearance, he is quite the mischievous ler

He’s quick, and he’ll find your worst spots and tickle them for a while

He so will use a few extra hands to help him

Despite using extra hands, he most like won’t restrain you unless you thrash around a lot

*** Legendary Brawlers ***

Leon:

LEE

Oh no he baby

He is so ungodly ticklish, like it’s kinda scary how ticklish he is

He’s ticklish everywhere, but his neck, sides, and feet are the WORST

He’ll squirm and wriggle like crazy to try and escape

He’ll also try and turn invisible to get away

He has, such a cute, childish laugh

He snorts when tickled, and Nita always points it out and he always gets embarrassed when he does

If he wasn’t so ticklish (and weak) he’d make for a terrifying ler

He can just, turn invisible and sneak up on you and go to town

He’ll try and find your death spots, but honestly it’s so easy to turn the tables on him, he probably won’t find them

Crow:

Ler

Not a huge fan of tickling, thinks it’ll ruin his cool/tough guy image

But if you really bug him (and he doesn’t kill you) he’ll go for it

Hope you aren’t feather sensitive, because his hands are covered in them

Will hunt down your death spots and tickle the crap out of them

He’s super good at physical teases, verbal is hit or miss

He’s surprisingly ticklish for a bird

His armpits (wingpits??), ribs and hips are shocking ticklish

His laugh is super ridiculous, he caws when he laugh and it makes him sound super goofy

If you’re not tickling under his arms/wings he’ll try and fly away

He will either kill you or get you back, there is no in between

Amber:

Switch

Loves starting tickle fights, even if she end losing horribly in the end

She has firm, quick hands

She’s also strong, and will put you in an odd position that’s highly effective

Is a big fan of baby talk while teasing, will also make lame puns while tickling

Everything from the hips down are super ticklish, along with her neck and shoulders as well

She has a very squeaky laugh, and snorts if tickled for too long

Can’t take what she dishes out, you start making lame fire puns at her she’s gonna lose it

Also switches between english and spanish, I don’t make the rules

Spike:

???

They’re a lee???

No one knows if they’re ticklish or not

The verdict is yes, because if you tickle them they make motions like they’re laughing

But if you tickle them for too long they’ll shoot out spikes everywhere

He’s a scary ler for the fact that they’re COVERED IN SPIKES

Yeah, probably not the wisest decision to tickle Spike (Unless you’re Colette)

Though if you must, the technically they’re ticklish everywhere

Sandy:

Lee

It’s super easy to catch him by surprise, and it’s one of the fastest ways to wake him up

He’s pretty ticklish everywhere, his whole torso, armpits, neck, and knees are super ticklish

He’ll try and slap you away and squirm out of your grip so watch out

Depending on where you tickle him, he’ll either let out tiny, tired little giggles or loud boisterous laughs

He whines a lot when tickled, and he can’t stand being teased

He’s honestly not much of a ler

When he gets a small burst of energy, he might scribble over some sensitive spots

If you lightly tickle him while he sleeps, he’ll still stay asleep but he’ll let out these cute little giggles and squirm

*** Chromatic Brawlers ***

Buzz:

Switch

Buzz tries to be serious whenever he can be, but he can’t help but break and be silly

Despite his small size he’s actually pretty strong for his size

Quite the tease, he’ll make these rules while tickling and if you break these rules he punishes you severely

Uses “cootchie cootchie coo” way too much when tickling

He squeezes a lot when tickling, will also spider his fingers over sensitive areas

His go to move is raspberries, he’s a long winded dino so he’s gonna deliver some long, hard raspberries

Can, and will nibble areas like the ribs and belly

He’s quite ticklish

His feet, armpits and belly do him in

He tries to be serious and will try to take control of the situation, but if you keep going he’ll eventually break down and become a giggling mess

He squirms a lot when tickled and will try to curl up if give the opportunity

His little tail wags and slaps on the ground when tickled, point this out to him and he dies inside

Belle:

Ler

Cheeky, very teasy ler (surprisingly, or unsurprisingly playful)

Despite her old age, she’s still pretty strong and fast, so she won’t hesitate to chase you and pin you down

Is scarily good at both verbal and physical teases

1000% baby talks and coos when tickling, will also call you “honey, sweet thing, buttercup, etc.” when tickling you

Very unpredictable, will try and hunt down your death spot and then switch between that and another spot

She would SO, shove her gold hand up your shirt while it’s cold to make you shriek

Quiet ticklish herself, though she’d never admit it

Her ribs, sides, hips and feet will do her in

The back of her neck and ears are a little ticklish as well

She’ll try and swat you away saying things like “Do you know who you’re messing with?” to try and scare you away

After a while of trying to scare you off she’ll try and fight you off (If she actually hurts you she’ll get huffy, but will eventually apologize)

When you’re done you better keep your distance for a little while,  because she’s already planning her ticklish revenge on you, “Mom never misses”

Colonel Ruffs:

Switch, Ler leaning

He’s not a big fan of tickling, thinks it’s too silly (yet he still finds himself in tickly situations)

He’s rather small and he’s not the strongest, but boy is he quick

He’s super really good at physical teases? Verbal is also hit or miss

He sometimes can’t help himself from laughing along while he tickles

He will never admit it, but he kinda likes being tickled...

His belly and feet/paws are his weakness

If you tickle his belly juuust right, his leg starts kicking (and his tail starts wagging)

Same thing if you tickle behind his ears

He might try and bite you though, if he does he will normally (begrudgingly) apologize

Colette:

Switch, Ler leaning

Horrifying ler, legit scary

She WILL chase you down, and she WILL get you

She’ll also just, tickle you out of no where

Her fingers are quick, and precise, and she WILL find all your death spots and tickle them

She’s scarily good at both physical and verbal teasing

Will also baby talk and coo at you

She’s actually really ticklish, and she’s ticklish everywhere for that matter

Her armpits, belly and feet are her worst spots

Actually likes being tickled silly and if you stop she’ll whine and ask you to continue

Blow raspberries on her belly and she turns to putty beneath you

Her laugh is absolutely all over the place and manic, but it’s also somehow really cute?? (How does she do that?????)

Lou:

Lee

Probably the 2nd most ticklish robot

Pretty much ticklish everywhere, but his feet and hands are possibly his worst spots

Like most of the robots, if you knock him over he can’t do anything to help him 

He talks a lot when tickled so he ends up blabbering and stuttering over his words

Can’t stand being teased, he literally loses it

In the rare chances he’s ler, he’s gentle but cheeky

Also will hit ya with the “Coochie Coochie Coo”

He loves spidering up and down sides

Surge:

Ler

Finally, a robot who isn’t ticklish!

He doesn’t tickle often, but when he does he can be quite cheeky

He’s got quick fingers

He’s pretty good at verbal and physical teases

He’ll comment on your laugh and how squirmy you are as he tickles you

He might accidentally take it a little far, but he’ll apologies for it

Gale:

Ler

Not ticklish

He’s playful when he tickles

Not bad at physical teases, but is better at verbal teases

He’s normally not one for restraining but he will if you’re too wiggly

He normally does quick tickles to the side or little pokes and prods

He’s the master of cheer up tickles though

***

I TOLD YOU this post was long...

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Slurred Words

Aizawa x teacher!reader

masterlist  | tip jar

question #14 prompt: “Should you be drinking that much?”

warnings: Alcohol consumption, sexually suggestive themes, a lot of angst and protective Aizawa

“SHOTS!” Hizashi shouted across the bar, ushering you towards him from your place on the dance floor. Nodding your head and dance-walked over to the bar where your friend waited for you.

It was very rare that the teachers of UA were able to let loose and celebrate, what you were celebrating, you didn’t know - probably the fact that no students had died this year.

Nezu had organised the night for you all to try an alleviate, with Hizashi’s help of course. There was no way you were partying without that loud mouth having a say in every decision.

He’d chosen a nice, low-key club - not too big that you got lost, but small enough that you didn’t feel distanced from everyone. 

Well, some people were making a point of distancing themselves. And by people, you meant person. And by person you meant Aizawa.

“Yo, Y/N” Hizashi handed you a shot, you clinked your glass with his and you downed them together. Slamming the glasses down on the counter with a collaborative “Woo!”. “You’re keeping up pretty well” he shouted at you over the music, you smiled a goofy smile at him, you were on the edge of sober and tipsy. No doubt you would stumble over that line in about 10 minutes when the Tequila kicks in properly.

“I want to dance!” you shouted back to him, you were in a really good mood and had a tonne of energy, “Then let’s go dance” he said, “But first” he grabbed your hand, stopping you from going anywhere just yet. He ordered two more shots for you both. He drank his with insane speed, and then proceeded to drag you towards the crowd of dancing people.

You just about managed to drink your shot and place it on a nearby table before you got sucked into the whirlpool of dancing bodies. 

Smiling at up Hizashi you stated the obvious, “I’m having a great time”, “I’m glad” he replied bluntly, you continued to dance with him until he leaned into your ear, “Stop me if I’m crossing a line here, but what’s the his-happening with you and Shouta?” he asked, his question took you back for a moment, not sure what he meant. You didn’t know how to answer so you just shrugged.

The truth was, you’d had the hots for him for a while. At first you thought he was just the weird member of the faculty, the one that liked being left alone. But the more you talked to him, or listened to him talking to others, the more he intrigued you.

It started out as general interest, listening to his views on the world and his opinions - which he hardly gave. Then it turned into a crush, watching the way he would command his classroom and hold all the power had you mesmerised.

It was the type of crush where your tummy would flip when you heard his name being mentioned, or butterflies would escape your heart when you saw him walking towards you in the halls.

Not to mention the way he made you feel when he was playing the role of the villain for the student’s physical exams.

Mic gave you a knowing look, raising one eyebrow. “Why?” you asked back. Sure, you and Aizawa were colleagues and you got along well, but you didn’t think anything of it, you couldn’t even use his first name the way that Mic does.

“He’s giving you some serious stink eye” he finally said and gesturing behind you with his eyes, you started to turn your head to see what he was looking at, but he span you around underneath your arm to make it seem like you were dancing. He swung your body around and made you switch places with him.

“You’ve gotta loosen up, you were about to make things hella obvious” he laughed, never stopping dancing with you. Now that you were facing the other way you could see what he meant. Aizawa was sitting at the bar, staring at you, but as soon as you made eye contact he snapped his head away and shifted his gaze to his drink.

“I didn’t think he would want to be here” you yelled to Mic, “He doesn’t, but Nezu and I organised some guards to stop anyone leaving before 11pm” you gave him an expression of disbelief and burst out laughing. It was hilarious that he had hired guards to stop literal Professional Heroes.

Unfortunately, you’d decided to laugh just as the song was changing so your chuckles echoed through the bar. This made you laugh even harder, but you tried to your best to conceal it, swaying forward and bumping into Mic. You were definitely tipsy now.

“Another drink?” you asked him in between giggles, you glanced towards the bar as that’s where your tipsy brain wanted to go, and you saw Aizawa staring at you again. Although this time he didn’t break eye contact. It actually seemed like he was getting up.

“I think we need to space drinks out a bit more for you” Hizashi said, trying to stabilise you a bit more, luckily the song had changed to a slow song so you didn’t look too out of place. You put your arms around his neck and swayed yourself to the music, smiling up at him. “You’re a cool friend, Yamada” you praised him. 

“Ahem“ someone cleared their voice ”May I?” you heard them say, it was so quiet you almost barely heard it. But you would always be able to pick this voice out of a crowd.

“Be my guest” Mic said, and he unwrapped your hands from his neck for a second and then placed them back down. You were enjoying the music so much you’d closed your eyes so you could vibe.

You sighed heavily, but as you did you inhaled the most intoxicating scent, it smelled of coffee and oak wood. Feeling the aroma fill your nostrils and surround your entire being, you chuckled, knowing exactly who had their hands on your hips.

“So you’re not always grumpy” you teased opening your eyes, you were greeted by Aizawa’s grey orbs, he’d scrapped his hair back into a low bun and only a few strands of hair were framing his masculine face. “I try my best not to be” he chuckled back, you felt his laugh vibrate through his shoulders and into your arms.

You swayed with him for a while just to enjoy his company, a few of the other teachers were turning their heads to look at the two of you - most definitely more to see if THE Eraserhead was allowing himself to have fun.

Taking a chance, you pulled yourself closer to him so your chest was on his, it worked in your favour as it pushed your assets closer together. You weren’t too sure what you were trying to achieve, but you were too tipsy to care anymore.

“You have a hard outer shell you know that Aizawa” you teased, making sure you were making eye contact with him, it was very rare that he would let anyone get this close to him. You could actually see his features more clearly, and it made your heart flutter even more than it already was. His defined jaw line, the small amount of stubble he had, even the way the bags under his eyes creased when he smiled.

Wait.

He was smiling.

“God damn” you exclaimed, “You’re even hotter when you smile” you let slip. He stopped for a beat to stare at you, but carried on swaying with you, you completely missed his hesitation, but maybe you would have noticed if you weren’t so inebriated. 

“I mean” you stopped dancing completely and shook your head, realising what you’d just said “I’m going to get another drink” you nervously laughed and unhooked your hands from his neck and walked towards the bar.

You really didn’t want to let go and walk away from possibly the only chance you’d ever had at being physically close to him, but you could feel your face getting redder.

Ordering two more shots, you drank the first one before the bartender had time to put it down. You stared at the second for a moment before lifting it up to your lips. Before you could allow the liquid to enter your mouth another hand put itself over yours and stopped its momentum, a little bit of the spirit sloshed out and was now running down your bottom lip.

“Should you be drinking that much?” Aizawa more said than asked. Your eyes traced up his scarred hand and followed it up to his scolding eyes, your lips still parted from your attempt to drink.

You both stood their frozen in position, was he actually expecting you to answer? You watched his eye line shift from your own orbs to your lips and your breath hitched, no doubt he felt it, his hand was too close to your mouth for him not to.

“I’m an adult” you answered flatly and pretended to nip at his hand, he quickly moved it away with a shocked expression on his face. Smirking you giggled slightly, did he seriously think you were going to bite him? Only if he asked you to - no bad drunk thoughts!

“You’re not acting like an adult” he shuffled slightly towards you, close enough for you to smell his aftershave again, as well as feel his body heat. Shot still in hand, you still hadn’t moved from your previous position, it felt like if you did then this interaction would end. “You’re acting more reckless than some of my first years” he teased, at least you thought it was teasing, you’d never seen or heard him talk like this before so it was new territory.

“Is that so?” you paused for a moment “Aizawa-sensei” you continued, finally knocking your head back and consuming what was left in your shot glass. Hearing a few low chuckles come from the man next to you, you broke eye contact.

“So, you think I’m hot?” he recalled your words and readjusted himself again, now having one hand on the bar and slightly facing you. “What of it?” you said defensively, not letting his presence push you backwards.

Letting out a small laugh “It’s not like you ever noticed me anyway” you mumbled to yourself, your bout of confidence fading. “What?” Aizawa was taken aback by your drastic change in attitude,”This is the longest conversation I think we’ve ever had” you semi-explained.

“‘Cause I never know what to say to you without making myself look like an idiot” Aizawa shocked you, was he letting down his guard? “I think of a million things to say, and a million ways to say them, and by then the moments gone” he couldn’t make eye contact with you.

You couldn’t do anything else other than stare at him as he glanced at his shoes and then back up to you, you felt your heart beating out of your chest as he scanned your face with a mixture of adoration and lust.

“I get lost in thought” he said so lowly you barely heard him, “What thoughts?” you were brave enough to ask, letting him back you up so your spine was against the bar. “About how much I want to know how your lips taste” he breathed, licking his bottom lip, and raising his free hand to brush a stray hair out of your face and behind your ear.

You leaned up towards his face slightly and then quickly stopped, you were second guessing yourself. It didn’t matter, your instigation was enough for him, he took the opportunity he had and pulled you into him - kissing you deeply.

It felt like fireworks were exploding all around you and your tummy wouldn’t stop doing somersaults. “Aizawa” you whispered in disbelief, almost inaudible.

“Shouta” he breathed, struggling to catch his breath, “Please call me Shouta” he lightly begged. “Well, Shouta” you emphasised his first name, earning a little groan from him “I would very much like to go somewhere, less public” you finished. “I would very much like that too” he agreed, kissing you again.

[indianamoonshine]

Solo’s Copilot

*I don’t know whose gif this is so please let me know!*

SUMMARY: Ben Solo is a smuggler. You're a weapon's expert for the Resistance who hates flying but loves cocky bastards.

Against your better judgement, you accept Ben's invitation to be his copilot as he smuggles dangerous cargo around the galaxy - cargo that includes Hutt merchandise.

RATING: M/E

CHAPTER: 1

This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea.

You'd punish yourself for agreeing to this later. You hated flying. Space travel was simply not meant for human beings - this you were convinced of. Your feet belonged planted into the ground. Space was no place for someone like you. It was cold, desolate, and terrifying. You avoided it whenever you could, even if that meant attending meetings through holograms. Sure, it put a damper on your work, but at least you wouldn't risk choking to death.

Ben liked to the fly. A lot. And you liked Ben. A lot.

"Do you think it's ready?"

Poe Dameron, general of the Resistance, could never say 'no' to a challenge even if it meant breaking protocol. Late last night, just before the cycle began again, Ben had gotten finished with putting the finishing touches on Poe's beloved X-wing. Somehow, some way, he'd managed to create something no one had ever succeeded to do before. He'd attempted to explain the process to you, but you were an expert on handheld weapons - not starfighters. Nonetheless, you tried to follow his commentary, even if it sounded like he was speaking a different language.

"I'll bet you ten credits it is," Ben says proudly. "Chewie wouldn't let me use the Falcon as a test rat if it weren't."

The giant and hairy Wookie roars from the weapon's crate he's leaning against. You can't speak Wookie, but he doesn't sound as convinced as Ben had let on. Chewbacca gurgles something in his native tongue - it seems like he's reasoning with Ben - and then huffs through his nose when he's ignored.

Poe shifts in his stance dubiously, arms crossed against his chest, and teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek. You really didn't blame Poe for being skeptical. Ben was a great mechanic, but his "experiment" was reaching. If successful, however, he might have discovered a new way to train pilots. Personally, you hoped it worked; the news of beginners crashing to their fiery deaths was becoming too frequent.

The general understood the severity of this test. He shook his head, defying his better judgement. "Alright. Fine. But I wanna make it more interesting."

Ben raised an eyebrow, long fingers reaching for his jacket he'd draped across the crate next to Chewie. "Like...?"

Poe smirks a little. "A bet. We race from here and back again within ten parsecs."

Even Ben is taken aback. Chewie voices a forceful concern from behind, raising his arms in the air. But after a moment of deliberation, he shrugs with nonchalance.

"Alright. Bet," he says, reaching out to shake Poe's hand. They do, their grips tight around one another. You know Ben is showing off the strength Poe doesn't have by the way the general flinches when they pull away.

Ben turns his chin to you. "Come on, Petals."

Petals. The name gives you a warm, tightening feeling in your belly, sort of like if you'd just drank a shit ton of wine. You follow, grabbing the hand he's offered to you, and resist the urge to lean against him. But your eyes widen in shock when he lifts your intertwined hands and kisses the back of palm with closed eyes.

"What was that for?" you ask with a smile, blush creeping into your cheeks. So embarrassing.

He smirks a grin that could melt ice. "Does there have to be a reason?"

You blink away the lewd thoughts creeping into the shore of your conscious. The thought of him raising that same fist above your head and pinning you to the mattress, warm and plush lips sliding their way down your body as you moan his name in a whiny, almost pornographic, whimper...

That hadn't happened yet, you reminded yourself.

The two of you step inside the Falcon and he releases your hand. You almost whine at his separation, your palm growing cold without his warmth, but you keep quiet. It was still too early to pout like a touch-starved girlfriend. Even though you were touch-starved. Too touch-starved for your own liking. And he was right there; the man who wetted your dreams was right there and you hadn't even seen him naked yet.

Disappointment clouds your vision, but you walk to the cockpit anyway.

Nimble and long fingers dance around the controls you couldn't name if your life depended on it, and the Falcon roars to life. A button on the wall flickers and spits out a choking beep, but when Ben slams his fist against it, it stops. It was almost as if everything he does once seated in the chair is an instinct, like he was possessed by some all-knowing entity.

And while you had confidence in Ben, the fear of flying did not dissipate, even if drowning in a sea of lust. You raise your knees to your chest, the chair being so large that you had more than enough room to fold yourself in it, and begin to chew on your fingernails.

Ben looks over at you. "You don't trust me?"

But he's smiling. It's one of those cocksure smiles that feels objectifying, but still knots your stomach anyway. Maybe that's why it knots your stomach.

You nod your head. "I do," but it's shaky.

Ben hums in disagreement. "Then why do you look like you're headed to your execution?"

He was probably right. You couldn't see yourself, so maybe you did look a little too wound up from another perspective. Still, it was unavoidable.

"You know I hate flying," you say softly. "I belong on the ground."

Ben gazes at you for a moment, eyes twinkling with something you'd never seen in him before, and then leans over to whisper in your ear. "Petals, you belong among the stars..." his hot breath tingles your spine and you shiver as he buckles you in.

Fuck. The cockpit spins, air heated with desire. Your fingers curl into the meat of your palms and this time it's not from fear.

A switch is flipped and Poe's voice filters through the speaker - it jolts you back to reality. Suddenly, Ben isn't the only being in the entirety of the galaxy. "Solo, are we gonna go or what?" he complains.

Ben leans into the mic. "Yeah, ready to go."

The falcon lifts into the air and you flinch, eyes squeezing shut, and muscles turning to stone. This can't be happening. How stupid could you possibly be? You hadn't flown in years. It doesn't help when your ears pop as you reach the stratosphere, and then finally to the mesosphere where the base below turns virtually microscopic. Ben pulls a lever, which you can only assume is the thruster, and the ship lurches towards the blackness of space. Within two minutes, you're off the planet completely, but your nerves have somewhat calmed almost unnaturally. You allow yourself to open an eye and peer out the window, but gasp at the bleakness, and hide your face into your knees again.

"I think you underestimate how good I am at this," Ben chides, but it's playful somehow. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

You peek at him through your lashes. "Promise?"

Something in Ben softens like marmalade. Maybe it was the pathetic way you squeaked, or the way your cheeks burned in humiliation, but he found something endearing enough to crane his neck over and kiss you gently on the lips. It's soft, warm, and it leaves you wishing it were more as he pulls away with one last peck to your temple.

"Promise," he mumbles in your hair.

Another forbidden image flickers through your head: Ben whispering gently in your ear as he rocks into you with tantalizingly slow thrusts, but deep enough to cause you to sob desperately beneath him.

Shit. Shut the fuck up, you berate internally while attempting to rebuke the scenario.

The speaker filters Poe's voice again. "Ready when you are."

"You trust me?" Ben says then, holding your gaze with his own.

You did. "Yeah."

He nods and faces the viewport while gripping the thruster and then says, "Hang on tight."

You knew the Falcon was fast. You'd been told of its legendary speed and noticed how people gawked like it was a living, breathing thing itself. People were enamored with the "hunk of junk" (as others so famously called it) and you'd never understood why. People liked the rush. People liked the stories. People liked the power. You'd felt this with weapons before; a few guns had really excited you over the years, but it was never on the scale of which the Falcon did for others. The Falcon was a war machine, riddled with battle scars from the Empire and the First Order. It was somewhat of a deity.

But to experience it was another thing.

You're jostled into the depths of space, body stumbling forward, but the restriction of the seat belt saving you from plummeting to the floor. Ben was enjoying this immensely, his face bright with exhilaration and fingers bracing for anything.

"Alright, you gonna hit me or what, Dameron?" Ben shouts to the speaker.

There's no reply from the other end and all is silent before there's a sudden...

Bang!

You shriek, desperately clinging to the arms of the chair, and peer out the viewport for any sign of Poe's X-wing. You hadn't even noticed how flawlessly Ben's ingenuity had proved until the general glides beside the Falcon with a thumbs up and a goofy smile. It'd worked. The stun blasters had succeeded on a ship for the first time in history. The controls of the Falcon have frozen, lights blinking erratically, but reported no damage to the hull. Within a few seconds, all the switches on the dashboard sputter back to life.

Ben lets out a joyful holler and presses the intercom again. "Fan-fuckin'-tastic! It worked!"

Poe laughs along with him. "Great job, Solo. You've just saved a lot of lives."

"Happy to be of service," Ben replies, still clutching the thruster. He turns to you and finds you've relaxed, legs now dangling off the edge of your chair. "How about that race now, Dameron?"

You gulp. Oh shit. You'd forgotten about that.

There's no warning before Ben jumps to lightspeed.

You may have not done much flying, but you knew this wasn't how lightspeed worked. At least, not when human decency was involved. Worlds whizzed past the viewport within seconds, the stars of the galaxy stretching into view in-between them. You scream, grasping onto whatever you could find, and wait for death. Ben's skipped to at least ten planets by now and it hadn't even been a couple of minutes.

You don't even think it's ever gone this fast before.

Ben chuckles a hearty laugh, something like a maniacal teenager would muster up, while skipping through the infinity of space-time. Landscapes of all imagination and color had dissolved in front of you, but when a water planet with a massive wall of a wave appeared before you, there was nothing that could stop you from screaming Ben's name in sheer terror.

But, of course, Ben had everything under control. Like breathing, his hands reached for the proper controls, and the Falcon managed to evade the mountain of ice water.

"BEN!" you yell, resisting the urge to slap him even when in lightspeed. Your hands tremble and you prepare for the next jump, praying to the Gods or the Force or whatever it was that controlled your fate, to arrive back home in one piece.

The Falcon rolls on its side, thrusting into another planet once more, until finally - finally - Ajan Kloss sweeps into view.

Ben looks more than satisfied. In fact, he looks like a lotha cat who got the cream. The smugness on his face is apparent, smirk lopsided while looking steady as ever. He folds his hands behind his head and leans back against the chair as you catch your breath, heart thumping randomly in your chest.

"It's never gone that fast before. I just beat my father's run. I can't bel...-"

Before he can even finish, you've pounced on him, desire coursing through your veins. The rush of adrenaline from a near death experience pools arousal between your legs while you swing them on each side of him. Gods, this man was going to kill you one day, and fuck all, if you'd let him. His calloused hands roam up your sides and then down to your ass to scoot you closer.

Your fingers weave through his thick locks, pulling him deeper into the kiss, and when you part your lips, his hot tongue slid against yours. It took everything - everything - in you to not tear off your shirt in that moment. And you would've, had Poe not interrupted so rudely.

"You son of a bitch. I can't believe you pulled that off!"

You growl at the intrusion, refusing to let Ben go. He smiles against your mouth, hands still cupping the meat of your ass with both hands; hands big enough to almost palm it completely. "You owe me ten credits!" Ben chuckles. You kiss against his neck with a hunger that felt foreign, still so heated from moments before. If Poe found you straddling Ben like this, so fuckin' be it.

Sure enough, Poe arrives next to the window and peers in. When he finds Ben meeting your open mouthed kisses, he groans in disgust.

"Get a room, you two. I'm going back to base."

Ben doesn't separate his lips from yours as he raises a hand in Poe's direction. He hums, "Mmm hmm..." against you as a reply. You allow a giggle that you'd been suppressing bubble from your mouth; Ben swallows it.

"I don't think you're afraid of flying anymore," he mumbles against you, eyes half-lidded, and then squeezes one of your ass cheeks roughly; you let out a yelp. "I think it turns you on."

You shake your head against him, pressing your knees upon the chair to raise yourself over him. More leverage. You needed more leverage. "No. You turn me on. How the fuck can you fly like that?"

"You've got a dirty mouth, don't you?" he teases, tongue entering your mouth once more. Gods, how you wished that tongue were in your pussy instead.

You hum against him as he'd done to you. "Just for you."

He laughs and pulls away from you, though by the way he hesitates you know he doesn't want to. You'd have to get home somehow, you suppose. Still, you weren't flying. Might as well continue indulging in something that doesn't happen very often. The excitement of being caught in an embrace, of being catapulted from one world to another at a dangerous speed...it was a rush.

Ben suppresses a deep laugh - how could he make a laugh sound sexy? - and starts up the falcon again.

[hopesbarnes]

NOT WHAT IT SEEMS (9)

Summary: Social Media AU; Y/N L/N, Peter Parker, and Harry Osborn are thick as thieves. Best friends till the end. They just don’t tell each other everything. Peter doesn’t know Y/N is in love with him, and Y/N doesn’t know he’s Spiderman. College is hard enough without all the secrets and lies. But everything has to come to light at some point? Doesn’t it?

A/N: This chapter is mostly text but there’s a few pictures also. Only two more chapters after this... (ps i see the typo in the text)

“You are really sucking at this game,” Peter says laughing.

“What 20 year old has Guess Who anyway,” you say and flip-down more characters. 

“Completely mature and grown-up ones. Duh,” he says and smiles cheekily. 

“Your smile’s really cute,” you say and put your face down to hide how much you’re freaking out. You didn’t mean to say that comment aloud.

“Peter- I,” you say at the same time he says “Y/N, you-” and the two of you nervously giggle and he shakes his head. 

“You first,” he says and you nod. 

“I really like you, Pete,” you admit shyly.

“Thank fucking god,” he says and your head snaps up. “I really like you too.” And for a moment it feels like there aren’t any barriers between you. It doesn’t feel like you’re Black Cat, the vigilante thief who kills people. It just feels like you’re a girl. A girl in love with her best friend. 

His eyes drift to your lips and you slowly lean in closer to him. You’ve been dreaming of kissing Peter Parker for far too long, and it finally is going to come true. Until he freezes and looks shaken.

“I- uh. I have to go,” he says suddenly and grabs his jacket before taking off. From his apartment. You have no idea what happened. Maybe this was all too much for him...

You use a grappling hook to swing near where the Avenger’s tower is. It’s late and the only thing illuminating the city is neon lights. The A on the tower shines bright, a symbol of hope for all people. All people who don’t see the greedy nature of Tony Stark, or annoying need to be good that Spiderman exudes. The need that jailed your ex-boyfriend instead of giving him the slow excruciating death he deserves. You take in a breath and release your retractable claws. There’s a fight to win.

You land on the building next to the tower and watch the scene unfold in the distance. Spiderman and Goblin are at fighting at the top of the building and it doesn’t look good. Harry’s throwing punches, but Spiderman dodges every one or swings out of their reach. Their skills are matched and Harry needs a tipping point to win. A tipping point that has your name written on it. You switch your comm to the channel Harry told you to use and perch yourself on the side of the building you’re on.  

“Goblin, where’s the file,” you shout knowing that the file on the flashdrive is what matters most.

“By the glass door!” he yells back between grunts. You back up and take off running towards the tower using your claws to grip the railing of the launchpad beneath where they’re fighting. You know Spiderman can sense you now and will see you any minute now. 

You attach the grappling hook again, this time to the structure above you and front flip right into the spider’s eyesight.

“Black Cat! Nice to meet you. I don’t like cats very much!” he says and still manages to grab Harry’s fist mid punch. This time though it knocks Harry off balance and sends him falling to the ground. It allows Spiderman to run over to where you are, and you lose the time advantage to grab the file still laying by the doors at least twenty feet away. You try to twist and leap off the story you’re on and land back on the landing pad, but he thwips a web at your leg and pulls you back down to the ground. He goes to pull the web towards him, but you use your claw to cut the substance from you. It gives you enough time to turn his trick against him and yank the web sending him towards you and on top of you.

“Hi, there spider,” you say sweetly and reach a hand up and caress his masked face. 

“Huh?” he says at your motion, and you weave your leg over his allowing you to flip your body over his and cage him in. It works like a charm and stuns him enough to get you to stand.

“Cat, I got the drive, we need to get out of here,” Harry says over the comms and you do a back walkover to the edge of the building.

“You were fun to play with Spidey, but I gotta go!” you coo and dive backward off the building landing in a crouched position on the landing pad. Harry uses his glider to reach you and shows you the drive in his hand. 

“We’re in business again,” he says and you can tell beneath his mask he’s grinning. He reaches a leg up to board his glider again, but instead is paralyzed and you see electricity move through his body. It causes him to collapse to the ground again. 

You spot the thread connected to his suit and follow it to see it reach Spiderman’s hands. He’s dangling from the upper layer with one arm and using the other to send a taser web to the Goblins’ suit. It had to have caused his suit to reboot and leave him temporarily vulnerable. He releases the taser web and sends a new web to grab the drive that has fallen from Harry’s gloved hand to the ground next to him. He isn’t quick enough though and you jump to grab the drive and get pulled back to where Spiderman hangs. 

“Someone’s eager for another round,” you say before getting ready to steal the drive back. It gets tossed to the other side of the building. You have to get Spiderman off the roof before you can get it.

“Just can’t let this in the hands of a cat burglar. No hard feelings though,” he chuckles.

The two of you are mere feet apart and circle each other like predators intimidating their prey.

“You do know cats kill spiders for fun, right?” you say and run towards him, sliding beneath his legs at the last minute getting him off balance. He swings a web your way but you duck it and double back towards him.

You get close enough and manage to kick his stomach. He recoils in pain but doesn’t drop. 

“You’re pretty resilient. But baby, so am I,” you scoff and walk towards him. He throws a punch that you dodge. It allows you to get behind him and claw his back with your talons. 

“Fuck! That stung!” he yells. Finally, Harry flies back up and tosses one of him bombs towards Spiderman. It goes off with a loud bang and a fire starts. The two of you worked in the Oscorp labs to lace Harry’s bombs with a neuroinhibitor that temporarily disables Spiderman’s spidey senses.  

Harry flies to where the drive is, but Spiderman follows behind and throws a web to grab hold of Goblin. But instead, it attaches to his mask and knocks it loose. With a yank of the web, the mask comes off. You’re sure it wasn’t Spiderman’s intention to unmask Harry, but it’s been done. And it’s abundantly clear that the heir to Oscorp, the headliner of many gossip columns, and son of Norman Osborn has been wreaking havoc on the city.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath. There’s no coming back from this. Harry is done for. 

“Harry Osborn?” Spiderman says and Harry freezes for a second upon hearing his name. But he swiftly gets his footing back and grabs another bomb from his glider. Before he can throw it towards the spider, his wrist is kicked and the bomb gets thrown towards you. 

“Y/N look out!” Harry yells out instinctively. His eyes go wide once he realizes his mistake and all he can do is blink. You duck the bomb effortlessly, letting it hit a corner of the building and the area goes up in flames. 

“Y/N?” The masked spider says. There’s hurt laced in his voice and you don’t know why. All you know is your days of being a masked vigilante are gone. You relied on being in the shadows, and unknown force that took justice into her own claws. But all that is over now.

Spiderman pulls at his mask, and you’re left face to face with the boy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Peter Parker. Your Peter Parker. The same guy you were just playing a game with mere hours ago. The guy who trips on his laces and sends you goofy chemistry puns. He’s been a superhero this entire time. Not just a superhero, the one you have been helping Harry takedown. 

“Pete?” you say and drop your mask too, there’s no point in trying to keep anonymity now. 

“You’re spiderman?” You ask rhetorically. You can’t wrap your mind around the fact he’s the spider. God, he’s Harrys best friend too. They’re roommates for christ’s sake. How did everything get so twisted?

“Oh god. What have we done,” you say and collapse to the ground. A tear leaves your eye. All you wanted was to help those who didn’t get justice. And serve that justice to those who escaped it. Maybe steal a few things from those who didn’t need them, but you never meant to let it get this far. 

“I’m so sorry. I can’t fight you. I’m in love with you!” you admit aloud and Peter kneels beside you. He wraps his arms tightly and you hold him tight. But Harry comes to shatter the reunion.

“You fucking killed my father!” He says venomously. Peter stands up to try and reason with him, but he doesn’t stop and impales Peter on a sharp-tipped boomerang. The blade goes straight through Peter’s chest and he collapses to the ground.

“You stabbed him!” you cry out. Harry reaches unceremoniously for the drive that fell from Peter’s hand and goes to take off. As if he didn’t just stab his best friend. 

“Y/N! We need to go!” he says without any discernable emotion, but you can’t move. You can’t leave your Peter here to bleed out. 

“I’m not going with you, Harry. This has all gotten out of hand!” you say and Harry takes off. Leaving you and a bleeding Peter parker. Both unmasked, and in a situation, you shouldn’t be in.

[jcmorrigan]

001 - Tales of Zestiria?

Favorite character: It's a tough call between Maltran and Symonne, and Lunarre is trailing right behind both. I tend to call them the "Heldalf Squad," but make no mistake, Heldalf himself isn't part of it. I just like his swagalicious minions. The dry and sarcastic political manipulator, the sadistic and wordy theater nerd, and the flamboyant cannibal who hates everything. Yes. LOVE. But I have to give a shout to my boy Dezel on the hero side! Angsty/stoic characters are very hit-or-miss with me, but Dezel is the flavor I love - obvious soft spots and quirks, and slowly he builds from being antisocial to showing how big his heart is. When he stops the woman from leaping off the Guinevere tower...that's one of my favorite scenes in the entire game, because you can see when the switch flips, when he realizes that he CANNOT stay aloof any longer when there's a stranger's life on the line. He's still a grump about it but a compassionate grump.

Least Favorite character: Heldalf. His backstory is really clever, and I like the curse on him. But he himself just feels like Ganondorf but more boring. I kinda hate that he's so vanilla when his three lieutenants are in my arsenal of pet villains from the vastness of fiction. Also shout-out to Chancellor BART in the opening Ladylake act, because I distinctly remember liveblogging this to a friend, and I played Zestiria *after* Berseria (I'd loved Berseria and that's why I eventually sought out Zestiria) so here I am just comparing up the corrupt church in Ladylake to the Abbey's suave rogues gallery like "Yeah no BART has nothing on Lady Teresa Linares." Thankfully BART was never seen again.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): DezeRose, SorMik, Symonne x Coco Atarashi (The World Ends With You), Alisha Diphda x Sergei Strelka, and...I swear you have to bear with me here...Zaveid x Anna (Frozen). I also kinda wanna note a couple ships I'm on the fence about for my other favies - those being Maltran x Ebony Maw (Marvel Cinematic Universe or Marvel Ultimate Alliance) and Lunarre x Arkham (Devil May Cry).

Character I find most attractive: Dezel. It is a scientific fact that guys with pointy teeth are just hotter.

Character I would marry: Maybe Dezel, maybe Sergei. I wouldn't want to take them from those I see as their wifeys, but at the same time, they are husband goals, both of them.

Character I would be best friends with: Catch me clinging to Maltran's train and she drags me along annoyedly as I yell "PLEEEEAAASE LET ME HANG OUT WITH YOU GUYS" and Lunarre is losing it laughing while Symonne rolls her eyes

a random thought: So I toyed around with basically every accessory I picked up, and I decided to put the sideburns on Rose because fuck gender roles. Well then I just got used to seeing her with facial hair in every cutscene where her 3D model was used, and now I headcanon that she does get it. Maybe nonclassical CAH intersex? Like, I don't necessarily see her as trans (but I support everyone who hc's her as such) but moreso "a cis woman, but I grow this stupid damn facial hair like a dude and I don't get why." And this is why you shouldn't let me play with customizable accessories on RPG characters because I can and will abuse my privilege to headcanon.

An unpopular opinion: That this is actually a very good game. Listen, I think I get it - the initial marketing promised something far different. And that's disappointing. But coming back to it several years after its release, after the release of its PREQUEL, when I never had that hype building up...it actually exceeded my expectations. I held off from it for a while because I thought Eizen's fate would make me too sad, but that didn't end up the case at all. I actually had just come off playing a more recently-released triple-A game that was hyped up for years, and I completed it to my satisfaction in 20 hours. $80 for 20 hours. Zestiria gave me my money's worth in comparison; it took me about 60, and I loved just how MUCH story it had to offer me. I honestly like Rose better than Alisha anyway (Rose was one of the biggest aspects that interested me about playing it in the first place). I've also seen complaints that the characters weren't well-developed enough? Which I just kinda take to mean "They didn't angst enough." Listen. There are PLENTY of games out there if you want angst and sad stories. I don't really like sad stories in my games. I like adventures where the party is a goofy foundfam that jokes around with each other and helps each other work through shitty situations, and that's EXACTLY what I got. (And Berseria really worked on me too because it kinda started at the bottom of the angst barrel, then worked its way up through "The edgy and tortured protag has gained a party of idiots and oh noooooo she's learning friendship and happiness.") Dezel's death is one of the few game deaths that just made me SATISFIED to watch instead of depressed because of the closure he got and the themes tied into his final moments and sacrifice. I loved going on this adventure, I loved the idiots who I went on it with, and I loved seeing what Glenwood had to offer me in world design the further I explored.

my canon OTP: There's not much for canon romance in this game, come to think of it. Just subtext and some flirting. So I'm blanking on if there actually were any canon couples at all.

Non-canon OTP: DezeRose! Which maybe can be considered almost-canon based on the amount of subtext, but still. It's adorable. (And it's the exact same dynamic as EiRoku except M/F and a thousand years later. I need these four to double date...the dual-wielding goofs with their edgy, grumpy Reapers...)

most badass character: Rose! Not only able to wield the Shepherd's Armatization powers, but also to be a dang good assassin on her own, able to hold her own against Heldalf before she even had her eyes opened to seraphim! Though a shout-out goes to Edna because her armatization was my favorite to play with. There's something just satisfying about bashing the enemy in front of you with a pair of GIANT FISTS

pairing I am not a fan of: RoseAli. To be honest, it was at one point something I kinda enjoyed as a third-tier ship for Rose (Dezel first, then Lailah in second). But then...Alisha's Story. I didn't actually purchase it, thank goodness, just watched it on YouTube, and it was the most grating addition that anyone could've made to this game. First of all, I can sum up the issues with Alisha's Story by reminding everyone that it canonized a secret entrance to Camlann that was much easier to get to and wasn't protected by Muse's sacrifice. But the real thing that hurt to watch was how far down they had to knock Rose and Alisha's friendship to get them to rebuild from scratch. Rose claiming she was never Alisha's friend because she's grieving Sorey? The two of them getting into a PHYSICAL FISTFIGHT over it? Nope nope nope. That's not my Rose. Even less my Rose is that whole scene where she...you know...pounces on Alisha to dress her in the silly noblewoman's dress, and it's framed like...let's just say it's really uncomfortable to watch if you don't know the punchline is just a silly outfit. Even though Alisha's Story isn't canon in my head, it still really killed any buzz I had for RoseAli. I will also say I'm not a big fan of Eizavie - first of all, EiRoku or bust in this house, and second, I have a little bit of a hard time seeing Zaveid as mlm due to how much he goes on and on about The Ladies(TM). (Though I could see Eizen as having a tiny crush on him, though. Just like "Oh no he's hot but he's connected to Aifread's disappearance help")

character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): Mostly just in Alisha's Story. I was mad about the aforementioned Rose stuff, but also...like...they undid Lunarre's original cathartic death, they did so to team him back up with Symonne and then do a whole fakeout that they had Maltran with them too, but Maltran is just an illusion and immediately after this, Lunarre and Symonne just decide "Yeah, we're not gonna work together anymore, have a nice life." Why does Maltran need to stay dead if LUNARRE somehow survived EXPLODING? And just...look to next question for more clarification:

favourite friendship: I just want to imagine that Maltran, Lunarre, and Symonne were weird evil friends. The kind who'd take artistic selfies and caption them "Murder and mayhem with my besties!". Maybe they even had a sibling dynamic. They were all pretty dang jaded, so I like to think they sat around sometimes talking about the things in this world that did them wrong. The reasons they were drawn to Heldalf. Heldalf himself wouldn't have cared, he would've kicked them around like disposable tools, but the three of them were too entrenched in his dogma to see it. Maybe if they met up again after he was off the board...then they'd sing a different tune. Realize they're all three better than this, and now they're gonna do things THEIR way, because remember when they made a three-point attack on Glenwood and Sorey was barely able to keep up with them wrecking Lastonbell AND Pendrago AND Glaivend? Remember when Lunarre and Symonne had each other's backs the night Dezel died? Now they can do what they want on their terms! And I just - I have many MANY feelings about these three.

character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Okay silly self-insert time but the thing is, Archibald Snatcher (The Boxtrolls) and Roman Torchwick (RWBY) are my two favorite parental f/o's (and also my OTP to end all OTPs), and I have this thing about how they'd be PERFECT crime dads to Symonne in particular because she's like a little, more theatrical Neopolitan. So there's a universe in my head where Symonne is basically already my little sister, and I look out for her - well, okay, she's a seraph with powerful Artes and I am a powerless mortal so really she looks out for me because "I suppose SOMEONE has to make sure you don't die" and I am grateful to her for it.

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.6

Holy Wrath

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)       x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 2380

Summary: Things get messier. ‘Natasha Rogers’ is not the only lost soul... and God always works in mysterious ways, doesn’t he?

Warnings: mentions of violent deaths and torture, amnesia, swearing, supernatural stuff... and angst with some hope in it ;)

Story masterlist

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Two businessmen faced each other in a shadowy room with unpleasantly sterile lights; an attentive eye would recognize they found themselves in a vault due to the heavy door with a golden wheel opening and the drawers lining the walls. A small army of heavily armed men along said cases created an air of being secure as much as in danger.

Just standing in such room put a weight on one’s chest – especially with the terrifying chair with straps and heavy panels ready to ruin human mind, a tranquilized man trapped in it.

Of course, one of the men facing each other, the older looking one, had no reason to feel threatened. He was simply doing business here and the army was at his side. His wrinkled face was scrunched in a grimace though, deeply discontent as he stared at the other man in no less expensive suit, but with an almost friendly glint in his eyes, a bit goofy face with a beard, framed by curly dark hair.

One would feel pressured in such space to begin with, but now, the two ‘businessmen’ built up an atmosphere nearly suffocating, a tension cuttable with a knife. The suspicious calmness of the goofy man was extremely irritating to the other.

Because clearly, they had made a mistake. A really fucking big one. The blond old man clenched his fists as he continued the rather loud conversation with the man who had showed up out of nowhere, claiming to share his interests and offering a lot of money.

Dammit, he should have known better than take an advice from him!

The mess they were in now!

“You said that killing her will bring a stop to the Avengers, because he was sickeningly in love with her,” the blond strained through his teeth, tone dangerous to cover up his growing fear for their mission. “That he will be grieving so much that he won’t be able to fight! He’s fighting like a madman!”

The dark-haired man only smiled, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Perhaps he reacted differently than we expected him to.”

“PERHAPS!!” echoed in the vault madly, making several people flinch. Not the one who was being parroted mockingly and with rage though. “He’s taking down our facilities. One. By. One!”

“Seems like fate wanted it that way. Or, you know, God’s will-“

“I don’t give a damn about God’s will!” the blond sputtered back.

His business partner made a face, his grimace as if saying ‘ouch’. His tone when he spoke up told the same tale. “Well, I…. I wouldn’t say that if I were you.”

“Why? Because the holy wrath will be set upon me? Please. There’s no God. And if there was, he sure would like me doing what-”

The blond’s bright blue eyes seemed to bulge sickeningly as his fingers reached for his throat, struggling to take a breath all of sudden, unable to finish his sentence. He stumbled back with an accusing and yet bewildered gaze, causing all of the men draw their weapons and aim them at the supposed enemy.

An enemy who only tilted his head, otherwise not doing a thing. Was he even the cause of the older man choking? He couldn’t, right?  How would he?

“Wh-ah-I..?”

With a flick of a hand, all of the soldiers fell to the ground, unconscious.

The men who were sitting at the monitoring would have seen that it happened all over the facility, hidden in one of the biggest bank in Washington, but they didn’t – they lost consciousness as well.

The goofy man gave his partner a tight-lipped smile, almost patronizing.

“Ah. I don’t know. ‘He who lies in His name shall choke on his own false tongue’ feels pretty real now, doesn’t it?” he exclaimed and repeated the motion that had sent all of the armed men to the floor. He pointed at his hand then, grinning like a kid, genuinely excited. “I love to do that for effect. I don’t have to, a thought would be enough, but the dramatics is exceptional.”

He snapped his fingers then, suddenly standing in front the choking man in more comfortable clothes of jeans and lose plaid shirt. He allowed the other man to breathe in so he wouldn’t pass out; yet, he wouldn’t be able to speak just yet.

“If I had let you continue your… master plan without my good advice, you just might have succeeded,” he hummed, strolling through the sea of sleeping men, careful not to step on any. He shook his head, a parent’s disproval, a disappointed Father regretting not raising his sons better. “But humans, like every other creations, no matter how beautiful, are flawed. Money, oh money… why are you, my children so greedy, so trustful to anyone who offers you a coin….”

“Grzhmchr-��� was the only sound leaving the other man’s throat as he fell to his knees, fear flashing in his eyes along with more and more confusion.

“What can I say. Nobody’s perfect. And strings of fate are funny things when played right… they can orchestrate a lovely sound,” the dark-haired man mused, turning to face his former partner fully. “Have a good day, Director Pierce. The Avengers should find you here at their next mission.”

With the last words spoken, Director Pierce’s grip on his own throat eased and his body fell limp to the ground. The other man smiled when he saw his chest rise and fall periodically, assured none of these men were actually dead. That wasn’t the plan, after all. They needed to face a different kind of justice.

He glanced at the electric chair then and the man lying there, breathing shallow, heart-rate alarmingly low for anyone but him and one more person whose cells had been modified to endure almost anything… even an explosion despite running straight into it.

“Ah, such troubled soul…” the powerful man sighed longingly, his face twisting with sympathy no one had provided to the prisoner not only of war, but also his own body. He walked to him slowly, a healing hand hovering over the man’s forehead. “You lived through more than you should have, my friend. You shall start your healing.”

The soft light shone above the pale skin, gently sweeping in, illuminating the veins running over the surface, disappearing in the messy hairline. The lying man blinked his eyes open and quickly backed into the backrest before his training kicked in.

It was just such a confusing wake-up. He felt too lightheaded, his chest less constricted than usual, missing a crushing weight. His thoughts… flowed in an unfamiliar way – a way he forgot that existed. His instincts screamed to reach for the other man’s throat to grab him and interrogate him, because he wasn’t his master, but… at the same time, he didn’t quite want to do that. No one told him to do so. He felt uneasy and bewildered, yes, but not in danger.

Still, he listened to his training and his hand shot up, only to grasp thin air. The man had already moved away, causing the freshly woken up man blink in surprise and break his bonds instinctively to follow.

But the man, who had forced him to wake up after they had sedated him, smiled at him kindly. It scared the shit out of him, not that he would admit it. Kindness scared him – he wasn’t used to it, not really, not anymore. Whenever someone showed some, it came with a price of a human life. Now, his mind flooded with images of empty eyes, accusing him of doing the wrong thing instead of a right one as he had been promised.

And this man was to blame for these overwhelming sensations, perhaps was responsible of the men on the floor too.

Were those… masters of his… unconscious? Dead? No, no dead, their chest was rising and falling. Only not conscious then. Who the hell was this man?

“Who-what-?” he choked out, glaring at the stranger. Why hadn’t he attacked him yet? Didn’t give him an order, said the words that… would they still do that to him? That… that thing when his body wasn’t quite his? Flip the switch?

The switch… it seemed to be missing now. Where the hell had it gone?

“Sergeant Barnes, welcome back.”

“How- what did you-- who are you?” Barnes finally sat up straight, his head swimming unpleasantly. He overcame it and forced himself to stand.

Holy shit, the world was spinning. Also, it wasn’t any making sense, sending one confusing signal after another. Barnes’ mind was a mess. He remembered this was his name, even though lately he had been called that name rather mockingly, more used to being a soldat.

The only other conscious man held out his hand as if in a comforting gesture.

“Easy. I’m not here to hurt you. But unless you want to be found by the Avengers, by heroes who include your best friend, you better go find your peace and meet them when you’re ready.”

Forget about the world not making sense. Now it went entirely crazy.

Best friend. Steve. Could this man talk about Steve? Avengers? Who the hell were the Avengers? So many images flickered through his head, but it didn’t include any… Avengers. Images of the past, tens of years ago, clear and sharp as they shouldn’t be, an angry tiny blond swaying his fists and wishing to take on the world and then suddenly growing several inches, and all of that mingled with fragments of memories not quite his and yet his only. What year was it anyway?

He grasped on the only thing that seemed to comfort him, ground him, the only thing he was sure of.

“My best friend? It’s… is Steve still alive? It’s been about seventy years-“ Right? “-on and off— how do I know that? Shit, what did I do?”

The empty eyes staring at him. Oh god, the empty eyes... life vanishing under his hands – a flesh one and a metal one – hands crimson with blood…

His breathing picked up, his head pounding with an ache unknown and the other man grimaced again at the agony he saw. He didn’t think he should interfere more though – Barnes needed to deal with this on his own terms.

“Calm down, James. None of that was your fault and until you accept that, you’d better off without them. The Avengers,” he explained, but the soldier would have none of it, the horrifying images, feeling so disgustingly wrong as his little soul had been locked in a mind of a dull servant, crying when taking a life.

“I… the things I did, oh my god-”

“You are not to blame for what they forced you to do. I could make you forget, but that would only complicate things,” the bearded man thought out loud, only brining more chaos with his words. He tried his best to sound soothing. “Try to forgive yourself and when the time is right… you’ll see your friend again.”

“He might be dead by then!” Barnes blurted out, suddenly overtaken by panic. Steve was alive. If this man was right and Steve was alive – how did he know that, who was he, how- Steve. That little punk letting the army experiment on him only to- where was he, how was he, what- “He’s like… what year it is exactly?”

“2013,” came the resigned reply.

“He’s ninety-five. Ninety-five! If he’s still l alive, I have to see him!”

The calmer man held out his hand again when the soldier unmistakably headed to the exit. “He’s been met with nearly same fate, James. Do not worry about his vessel. He is well. I mean… kinda. He’s been on edge, lately.”

Barnes wavered. This man had been gentle with him, as if he wanted to help. He knew way too many things, probably not lying so far. It was all kinds of fishy.

“Alright, I’m gonna ask again. Who are you?” the soldier demanded, eyes narrowed.

He didn’t feel the need to actually attack the man and he didn’t know why and he was afraid and confused and everything hurt, his arm felt heavy despite the muscles adapting ages ago and he had to see Steve if he was still freaking alive and- but after everything he had done--

“You’re not asking the right questions. Go, James. Find your place in the world again and learn about what happened to your friend,” the man advised again patiently. He beckoned to the men on the floor; instinctively, Bucky knew they were bad. Rotten even, and not just because he could suddenly see through all their lies. How, by the way? “Leave these men for the Avengers to find. They are not your problem, I’ll take care of them. You’re free now.”

Bucky Barnes looked around, not assured. His heart was racing, almost as fast as his mind. He had messed up the world, hadn’t he? The least he could so was to deliver these men to… what, police? Justice?

“But-“ he started up defensively, but out of blue, he found himself in a dark alley – and the man was still facing him.

What the fuck got him here and was this man some sort of a… was magic a thing? This couldn’t be result of some serum, right?

“You-“

“Go,” the man asked of him kindly, adding a smile that looked even goofy, in a stark contrast to his serious eyes. “What you saw, that’s how the justice will find them.”

Was this guy a friggin’ mind-reader too?!

“What the hell?!” Bucky just choked out, frantically scanning his surroundings.

Where was he anyway? The noise of today’s world was hurting his ears. What was he supposed to do? He only knew mission for the past decades, his will not even his own, how was he supposed to proceed?

Finding peace as the man had told him wasn’t exactly a precise order – and yet it was, the most difficult order he could remember receiving.

“Goodbye,” said the man for a good measure, walking away and leaving the poor soldier dumbstruck in a foreign city, in a foreign life.

Barnes stared after him, unable to say a word, unable to move a single muscle. Then, before disappearing among the people roaming the streets in what could be a very late hour, the mysterious powerful man glanced over his shoulder with a last smile and whispered barely audible – not for supersoldier’s ears though.

“Oh, and Bucky? Name’s Chuck.”

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Part 7

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Alternative chapter title – Let’s Make Things a Bit Messier ;) If you didn’t watch Supernatural, Chuck is… Chuck is a powerful being and you might have figured out who exactly… yes, SPN went there.

One more surprise appearance in the next chapter ;)

Thank you for reading! 

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

A few boys from Haikyuu down with the swirl! I saw this tik tok and was like damn, I feel a little inspired! So hope you enjoy! I’ll be posting the rest shortly!

How You Meet || Haikyuu x Black!S/O

Kyotani (Mad Dog) Okay but his real name is fucking adorable

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•You notice him first. You had been dragged to yet another volleyball game by your best friend to support her lifelong crush, Oikawa. You were honestly tired of hearing her beg and uplift him all within the same breath and agreed to go, once again.

•”I’ve never seen him before,” You point to the blonde who had just been switched in, making note of his odd dye job. “Who’s he?” Your best friend picks up on your lowkey excitement almost immediately and is eager to answer.

•”Oh, that’s Kentaro Kyotani but Oikawa calls him mad dog.” She’s more excited than ever now, as much as you listened to her go on and on about Oikawa she listened to you and your struggles. One always stuck with her, ‘I wish I could find a guy who was actually into black girls.”

•”You should talk to him after the game!” You go to respond but a whistle from the ref cuts the conversation short. You watch number 16 closely, almost in awe, jumping a little when he smacks the ball to the ground with enough force the shirts of the other team lift a little.

•”Holy shit.” You sit there, a little startled by his very attention catching debut of the match. “There’s no way in hell I’m talking to him.” You sit back, crossing you arms as you shake you head. Your best friend looks over at you and breaks into a fit of giggles. “What?”

•”You’re totally crushing on him!” She throws her head back and accompanies her very annoying but somewhat comforting laugh with a loud, seal-like clap. “I’m going to congratulate Oikawa after they win so you can come down and talk to him!”

•”I’m not talking to him.” She drags you down there and shoves you in his direction. It wasn’t a question, you now realize.

•Shit, shit, shit! They just lost, he’s probably pissed and kicking himself for the mistakes he made. No, no, no, “H-Hi.” You’re so shy when you finally work up the courage to talk to him.

•Kyotani picks up on this almost immediately, a small smirk settling on his face. It wasn’t often girls came up to talk to him, he was told that it’s not because he wasn’t attractive, he just wasn’t very approachable. “Hey.” He sounds so tired, and worn out, you feel bad for coming up and talking to him right after an intense game.

•You introduce yourself, all the while kicking yourself because you can’t talk without stuttering every once and awhile. Kyotani is so amused, people are usually terrified in his presence and opt for leaving before they can even finish a conversation. “I’m Kyotani.”

•God, his hands are so strong, he gives you a light squeeze when he notices you dazing off as you stare at your hands. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You repeatedly bow, tapping your cheeks a few times to calm yourself down.

•She’s pretty. Is all he can think. You caught his attention as soon as the crowd started to come down from the stadiums, how could you not, especially with a pout like that. Kyotani’s eyes focus on your lips for a mere second more before flickering up to your eyes and it’s only then does he realize you were holding out your phone.

•”Can I have your number?” This is usually the part where they laugh in your face and reject you or politely tell you that they aren’t interested. Kyotani snatches the phone and types his number in, sending himself a text so he’d have yours as well. “T-thank you!” Your bottom lip quivers, shit, get ahold of yourself.

•”You know you’re the first person who’s ever held a full conversation with me.” He chuckles but his expression never changes, it’s still dark, almost uninterested. “I’ll see you around.” He gives you a wave and goes to shake hands with his opponents once more, Oikawa’s instruction and very much against his wishes.

•”I did it!” You squeal, turning to your best friend with a shocked look painting your features. “I actually got his number!”

Bokuto

•This time it was you to drag your best friend to yet another volleyball game. You had your eyes on a certain ace and just couldn’t turn down the offer to see him play.

•”I’ll go but only if you actually talk to Bokuto this time!” She, Mina, says this every time and every time you agree only for the game to end and for you to hurry out the gym. “I mean it! Either you talk to him or I’ll never go to another game with you.” Shes never said that before, she must be fed up.

•”I love you!” You plead, taking her hand in yours. “I really appreciate and love you!!” You repeat in a sing-song voice, batting your lashes at her. She breaks out into a smile, playfully snatching her hand.

•”Yeah, yeah, I mean it Y/L/N!” You can only roll your eyes, maybe today was the day you’d actually talk to him.

•”What the hell is wrong with him now?” Akaashi groans, watching the ace slump around the court, messing up receive for the set point from the first set.

•”Bokuto, what’s wrong?” Akaashi doesn’t have time for this, not here, and especially not now. The look on Akaashi’s face when Bokuto tells the team the reason he’s so bummed out is everything. “Really? The arena?” He’s so over it.

•”I wonder what’s wrong with Bokuto?” You find yourself worried about the adorable owlish boy, leaning forward in your seat just a little to try and hear what was being said.

•Think! Think! Think! Akaashi’s hands are on his hips as he looks around the arena, he needed something to get Bokuto out of this slump or they were doomed. “Ahaha!” He finds you in the front row in the center of the bleachers, no doubt you had gotten here super early for that spot.

•”Would you look at that?” Akaashi clamps a hand down on Bokuto’s shoulder and points in your direction. “Y/N came all this way to see you!” Bokuto’s face immediately lights up, it’s not like he’s had a crush on you ever since first year. “You can’t let her down!” That’s it, that’s all he needed.

•”I want every set!” Bokuto stands with his hands on his hips, the biggest grin on his face. Akaashi’s taken back by the request but expects no less, there’s no point in arguing.

•”Fine,” Bokuto’s eyes linger in your direction and he misses it when you look over at him as the ref blows the whistle, signaling the start of the second set. “Bokuto! I need your head in the game!”

•”Every set.” Is all Bokuto says before assuming his position. He looks at you one last time and he swoons when he sees you watching him with wide eyes and if he wasn’t motivated before he certainly was now.

•”Hey! Hey! Hey!” Every time he does that it reminds you of fat Albert and you live for every second of it. You even join him in his cheer as he lands the final blow, the ref blowing the whistle to signal the next set. “Hey!” He points to you and you can’t help but match the wide, almost goofy grin he’s wearing.

•”I see you!” Your best friend squeals, nudging your side as you look anywhere but the court. Why, why did he have to point to you out of all people. “Now you totally have to talk to him!”

•”Why? There’s no way he likes black girls...” You mumble, crossing your arms as you feel the weight of yet another unsuccessful crush fall on your shoulders. You’re pulled out of your slump when it’s Bokuto’s turn up to serve, focusing on him once again. He winks and gives you a thumbs up before sending the ball over the net. ...no way...right?

•”Girl please, he’s basically playing for you right now!” Damn her, always getting your hopes up. “Either you talk to him or I’ll talk to him for you and if I have to do it, I’ll make sure he knows you’ve stalked his Instagram on more than one occasion.” Your eyes widen at this and you’re suddenly onboard to talk to him.

•”Okay! Okay you don’t have to be such an ass!” She only laughs at this as the both of you refocus on the match.

•They won! Of course! You’re a lot less nervous when you make your way to the court, having talked down your nerves in the middle of the third set. “Hey, Bokuto?”

•He immediately stops the conversation he’s having and turns to face you, that big ole smile returning. Gosh, he’s so adorable! His smile falters a bit before it returns and you realize you said that out loud. “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, I’m so sorry-“

•Bokuto takes his phone out of his duffle bag and holds it out to you. “Since I’m so adorable?” Oh my gosh, is this really happening right now? Is all you can think as you put your number in his phone, hands shaking the whole time. “Oh,” He types something out once he’s handed back the phone and your pocket vibrates.

•You pull it out to find a text from him. Your adorable Ace ;). You look up at him with the biggest smile ever, gosh, how hard am I falling for this boy?

•”Thanks for coming out! I’ll see you around?” He’s so chill but he’s totally flipping his shit on the inside. She’s actually talking to me! She smells so nice! Oh my gosh, her smile! His heart is beating a million miles a minute and the second he turns around his cheeks flush the deepest red. “I did it!” He screams, picking up Akaashi and spinning him around.

•“I actually did it!” You show Mina his contact and she breaks out into the biggest smile.

•”I told you!”

Kuroo

•”Why, why, why did I agree to this?” You’re kicking yourself as you make your way to the gym. “I don’t know any of these guys!” You cry, coming to a stop in front of the gym doors. “Maybe they don’t even want a manager!” You huff, opening the doors anyway.

•”Who’s that?” Kai asks, holding the ball in his hands at his hip. His questions causes everyone in the gym to turn toward you. You squeeze the straps of your duffle bag and bow, wanting to sink into the ground and disappear.

•”Oh yeah, surprise boys!” It’s Kuroo. You’ve only seen them play a couple of times but each time they won it was because of him. You remind yourself volleyball is about the strongest team of six but damn does he help. “This is Y/N, she just moved here from America at the start of the school year!” Kuroo bows to you and you squeak, not expecting such respect from someone of his stature.

•There’s a chorus of greetings and each and every boy comes up to you to introduce themselves. They’re smiling, they’re laughing, it’s a warm environment, maybe this won’t be too bad.

•Or maybe you were an idiot. Here you were again, for the third night in a row, creating the most absurd scenarios of you and Kuroo in your head. “Would he actually call me pretty?”

•It’s getting harder and harder to walk into practice without immediately looking for Kuroo and the others have start to notice it too.

•”If you’re going to tell him you like him please try not to give him a big head in the process.” Kenma, quiet and observant as always. “I mean, not to make assumptions or anything.” He gives you a sly smirk and continues onto the court to practice some sets.

•Why did he say that? Am I being too obvious? Do I stare too much? God, I probably stare all the time and Kuroo’s probably so uncomfortable. Why hasn’t he said anything? I should just quit and move back to America!

•”Y/N!” There’s an arm in front of your face before you know it, flexing as it took the impact of the ball. You’re frozen in your spot, unsure of what had just happened, your eyes can’t even work up the nerve to follow the ball as it drops to the ground. “Whew! You gotta be careful!”

•You look up at your savior and are terrified to see it’s Kuroo. Why? Why? Would I have rather taken a ball to the face than be this close to him? Maybe! “Uh, thanks!” Am I sweating? Where do I look? Where do I put my hands? How do I fucking function as a human being?

•”Of course! Someone’s gotta to protect the princess of the court!” There’s a few whistles from the players on the court, but you have nothing to say. Did I just hear him correctly? “Can’t let anything happen to the pretty princess of the court!” His lips curl into an innocent grin but he knew exactly what he was doing.

•”Princess?” I am most definitely shaking, I am most definitely sweating, and I am most definitely unaware of what to say. “I’m sorry, did you call me princess?”

•”Oh, I thought you knew about that!” Kuroo turns toward you, scratching the back of his neck. He looks down, reaching for his phone. He holds it out to you and shows you a contact. It’s your number that you do not remember giving to him and the name for the contact is ‘Princess of the court 👑. “See?”

•”Oh.” Is all you can say, it’s all you can muster. What the hell so I say to that? I don’t even have his number, do I? I sure hope I did because that wouldn’t make me a good team manager. You’re a mess, so much running through your head.

•”Is that weird? Should I start with Y/N and work my way up?” Damn. He was so smooth. All you could do was stare at him. You tried to speak but nothing come out. This is so embarrassing!

•”Alright, I’ll start with Y/N and work my way up.” He smiles and changes the contact name. “You better text me though!” He throws his phone onto his bag and jogs onto the court.

•That did not just happen! That did not just happen! “Y/N!” Kuroo screams and you flinch, moving to the side just in time. “Damn. It looks like I’m going to have to keep a really close eye on you!”

•Damn. That really just happened.

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Just Like This (Joe Mazzello x Reader)

summary: joe helps you out when you need his help for extra credit, but you have no idea how your night will end.

joe x reader, 1.8k words, fluff

warnings: none

author’s note: this is for @royally-rogers​‘ s follower challenge!! jacqueline is lovely, you should definitely check her out and give her a follow!!! she’s been super kind in offering me an extension to submit my piece, and here it finally is!! thanks, jacqueline, for letting me take part in your challenge, and for being an awesome frined <3 enjoy!

“No, no, Y/N, you have to feel it.”

“Fine.” You cross your arms across your chest for the hundredth time that evening, trying to feel it. “It’s almost midnight, where were you?”

Joe looks like he’s about had it. He throws his script onto the sofa, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you actually care about where I’ve been?”

“Huh?”

“It’s almost midnight.” Joe juts his chin out, looking at you incredulously. “You have to care about where I’ve been, damn it!”

You’re about to snap too, tell him that acting is not your thing, but the sound of a door opening stops you. 

“Whoa, hey.” Ben steps out of his room, glasses perched delicately on his nose. “I’m trying to study.”

“And so are we.” Joe retorts. 

Hardly. You’re only filling in for one play that your college was organising. You really didn’t want to, but participation is a big deal and you’re not going to slack in any area, no sir. This is just something you have to do.

“Keep it down,” your roommate hisses. “These definite integrals are hell.”

Joe scoffs. “Okay, electrical engineering.”

Ben doesn’t leave before flipping Joe the bird, but once the moment to his bedroom door is shut, Joe turns his attention back to you. “Okay.” He turns his eyes to the ceiling, presumably to work out a plan for what to do about your predicament. 

You’re busy picking at the aglet of your converse when Joe exclaims, “Yes!” You watch as he makes his way towards where you were sat on the couch.

Crouching in front of you, he begins, “We’re friends, aren’t we?” His hands come to lay flat on your thighs, sending a wave of electricity through your body.

You nod, letting his eyes make direct contact with yours. 

“Close your eyes for a minute.”

You do.

“And imagine we’re a couple.”

“Oh, no.” Your eyes are open within an instant, looking at Joe, alarmed.

“Hey!” he holds up his hands in defence. “I didn’t think the idea disgusted you that much.” He looks down at his feet, scoffing lightly. 

“No!” you’re quick to respond, twisting your hands together in your lap.

Joe nods, waiting for you to back your answer with some more substance. When you don’t, he asks, “And?”

“Huh?”

“No, what?” He shakes his head. “No, you’re really sweet; no, it’s not like that… no?”

“It’s not like that.” your response is weak. 

Truth is, the idea of dating Joe isn’t disgusting to you at all. Not one bit. It’s almost a little tempting, letting him know how you really feel.

But you’ve been burnt in the past, you’ve been hurt. Your previous attempts at confessing to crushes have gone sideways many times, and you’re not sure if you’re ready to put yourself out on the fire like that. Yet again. 

Joe exhales shakily, using the support of his hands on his thighs to stand up. He holds out a hand to you, prompting you to get up with him. “Is it okay if we pretend to be a couple?”

You nod firmly, not letting a single bit of hesitation seep through. But when Joe takes one step towards you, his hot breath fanning your face now, you wonder if you should have simply said no.

Joe’s lips land on yours in one smooth motion. They’re soft. Joe’s grip on your hand gets just a little more firm. But before you can respond to his kiss, he’s pulled away already, grabbing the script from your other hand and handing you his.

“Let’s switch roles,” he says quickly, turning to sit down on the couch. “You come home at midnight, and I’ll show you how a doting boyfriend would respond.”

“Isn’t acting interpretative? Maybe my interpretation about a loving relationship is different from yours.” There isn’t any real meaning behind your accusation, and you make your way towards the door to ‘come home at midnight’ anyway.

Despite having practiced the scene several times, you still have to look at your-- Joe’s script to find out what you have to do. Joe’s character - Sam - doesn’t really have many lines. It’s just a few grunts and mumbles while your character - Anna - does all the talking. 

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?” 

Whoa. He’s taking his liberties with expanding on the dialogues, you realise. The conviction is strong with his dialogue. It really feels like you’re his girlfriend. Like he’s really worried about you after you’ve come home late. And it makes your stomach do a little flip, because, damn, is this what it would feel like to have Joe as a boyfriend? 

“Just out,” you try your hardest to match your acting skills with Joe’s, but that’s a losing battle. Half the time you’re really only focusing on Joe, watching how he takes the dialogue and makes a scene out of it.

“Out?” Joe stands up, his eyes flitting over his script briefly before looking back up at you, and you can swear you can see a flash of rage in his eyes. “I called your work.” He put his hand on his hip. “They said you left hours ago.”

Joe’s fingers were slender, the tips pressing into the fabric of his shirt. You’d very much like to smoothen out the wrinkles in his shirt.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Dialogue,” he sings, his shoulder sagging. 

Your script falls to the floor as you bring your hands to your forehead. “Oh my god.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” Joe is quick to rush to your side, putting a gentle hand on your lower back. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this,” you whisper, looking at Joe through the corner of your eye. 

“Oh,” he mumbles, not sure what to do for just a second. “Um, sit down?” He slowly guides you to the couch, sitting a considerable distance away from you. 

You know what comes next in the script. Sam apologises to Anna after realising how worried she was, and they kiss. They kiss. And if you’re going to be acting it out with Joe, you’re not sure you can handle it.

Even then, you’re trying to keep it under control. He can’t see why you’re so upset about such a simple thing. So when Joe looks at you questioningly, you only shake your head vigorously, reaching for the water bottle you’d placed on the coffee table.

“Look,” Joe begins, his voice gentle, “I get that you’re not an actor. And I get that this is a difficult task for you.” He goes on once you nod. “Are you sure you can’t pull out of the gig?”

“I’m sure,” you state, even though you’re not. You really want this extra credit, and you were going to get it. 

“Okay. Maybe we can try practicing another day. You’re tired. Aren’t you?” Joe hooks two fingers under your chin to get you to look at him. You can see the concern in his eyes, you can see that he cares about you and wants you to be okay. “You should get some sleep.”

“What if I do horribly?” Your question is meek. You almost already know the answer, but you still have to ask.

“You won’t.” Joe’s hand moves from your chin to your shoulder, squeezing once. “You have me, remember?” He smiles, wide and goofy, and for a minute you forget about the impending doom that’s going to come during your dress rehearsal. “I’ll get you whipped up for the role in no time!” He snaps his fingers.

You can’t help but giggle softly. 

“Sleepytime?” He asks, putting his hand on your back to guide you to stand up. 

But you don’t. You nod, and shuffle closer to Joe, putting your head on his shoulder. “Can you, um, can you call Lucy and tell her you’re staying over?”

“What?”

“I want you to stay.” You look up at him through your eyelashes, heart beating fast lest he says no. “Please?”

“Of course. Of course, sweetheart,” Joe whispers. His next words are a shout, “Yo, Ben!”

“A heads-up would’ve been nice,” you snap, rolling your eyes.

Joe grimaces, shouting again. “Benjamin!” 

Ben’s bedroom door opens immediately, with your roommate storming out, one airpod in his hand, the other in his ear. “What?” he hisses.

“Call Lucy and tell her I’m sleeping over.”

Ben cocks his head to the side. “I didn’t ask you to sleep over.” That’s when his eyes fully take in the visual in front of him. “Oh. Oh.” He smirks, “Okay. I’ll tell her you’re sleeping with Y/N tonight.”

Ben looks like he’s about to say something else, but a hot look from both you and Joe shuts him right up. He holds up his hands in defence, muttering, “I’ll let Lucy know,” before heading back into his room.

As soon as he’s gone, you turn to look at Joe, still leaning on him. “You’re sleeping with me tonight.” You wiggle your eyebrows and give him your best goofy eyes, and it looks like it works, because Joe’s face breaks into a smile and he shakes his head fondly.

“Can’t wait,” he whispers back with equal goofiness.

No more words are exchanged as Joe holds your hand to lead you to your room, waiting for you to change, and then tucks you into bed. As he slides into bed next to you - now changed into one of Ben’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants - you simply have to peep at him, watching as he lays down slowly, putting his hands on his chest. 

His chest rises and falls slowly, and you can see, even in the dark, he blinks. 

The logical part of your brain has no time to stop your heart before you’re reaching up to run a hand through his hair. 

Joe lets out a sharp breath, turning his body towards you and offering better access to his hair. “You’re not asleep?”

You say nothing. Joe can feel the tips of your fingers on his scalp, and it sends a wave of relaxation through him. Hesitantly, he asks, “Do you want to get closer?”

You wordlessly shuffle closer to him, your free hand reaching around his body. You can still play with his hair. And now, Joe can play with yours. You can tell why he likes it - it is very relaxing.

“I like sleeping with you,” you whisper, “just like this.”

Joe giggles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Me too. Just like this.”

You’re not sure which one of you falls asleep first. Just that it’s a very relaxing night for you. And that when you wake up, Joe is there to give you another kiss, this time on the lips. And that you kiss him back, mocking, “Just like this?”

“Yeah, like this too.” Joe sasses, still wrapped up in the high of kissing you.

You’re sure you don’t mind. You could spend night after night wrapped up in Joe’s arms, waking up to sleepy kisses. 

Just like this.

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Sunflower

Another oneshot for @ishihimeweek! Also on AO3. Please be warned that this fic involves character death (from old age, this fic is set in the future).

 The first photo in the scrapbook was so old now, 71 years to be precise, that Orihime was surprised that it hadn't degraded all that much, especially as it was taken with a rather cheap polaroid camera. She supposed having it put in the scrapbook rather than out in the house helped. She smiled as she remembered the events leading to the photo. It was when Uryu had given her her very first bouquet. Sunflowers prettily arranged with some white daisies and baby's breath. She had asked him why sunflowers in particular and he had gotten a little embarrassed, flustered in the way only a teenage boy can be, but explained nonetheless. Saying that she reminded him of the sun, that she always brightened up his day, so sunflowers reminded him of her and felt perfect for her. She remembers trying to not tear up at Uryu's words, overwhelmed by the meaning of his flower choice.

She wanted to take a photo, to commemorate her first ever bouquet, the first bouquet from Uryu, and the first moment she felt like she was completely irreversibly in love with him (not that she told him that until later on). Orihime had her polaroid camera with her at the time, a birthday gift from Tatsuki, so she squished up to Uryu, her back leaning against his chest, one hand holding the sunflower bouquet up, the other holding the camera and took the photo. If she looked closely Orihime could tell her eyes had been a little shiny with unshed tears. Orihime smiled. At the time she had no idea how important that moment had ended up being.

Her reaction had spurred Uryu to give her sunflowers on meaningful occasions, and they quickly became her favourite flower as a result. So it was only natural to include sunflowers in their wedding, featuring them in the centrepieces, and in Orihime's bridal bouquet as well. Together they had picked some of the photos from the wedding to put into this scrapbook, Orihime turning the page to see them. Uryu in a smart navy suit with a yellow tie to match the wedding colours, her in a classic white wedding dress, huge bright smiles on both of their faces. At one point during the reception Orihime had taken a sunflower out of one of the centrepieces and weaved it into her hair on the right side of her head, a moment she was glad the wedding photographer had managed to capture. It was one of her favourite photos from the wedding. Both of them sitting at their table at the front of the hall, Orihime gesturing to the sunflower in her hair showing her now husband what she'd done with a big goofy happy smile, Uryu smiling brightly right back at her with nothing but love in his eyes.

She hadn't had the heart to throw away her bridal bouquet, instead putting it in a vase in the kitchen, even though she knew by the time they came back from their honeymoon the flowers would have long died. Sure enough, when they arrived home after two weeks the flowers had all wilted, turning brown. However Orihime noticed that the sunflowers had dropped seeds. Most of them had fallen into the stagnant water in the vase, so she had no idea if they were still viable but she tried planting them anyway. A few did actually germinate and flower, but they didn't last very long, there was a cold snap that year which killed them quicker than they would've died otherwise. She remembered being a little down about it, the last vestiges of their wedding gone now. But it had given Uryu the idea of giving Orihime sunflower seeds (among other things) for the first wedding anniversary, which ended up propelling their little sunflower habit into a full blown tradition.

They had both gone out in the garden later that day, carefully planting the seeds in their little plotting patch. Only one of them actually germinated, but it grew wonderfully, reaching an amazing four feet before starting to wither. Orihime had plucked one of the petals from the head, wanting to save something from the flower, and ended up starting the very scrapbook in her hands, documenting their relationship with sunflowers. From the first photo of them with sunflowers, to their wedding, to this, their first wedding anniversary. The preserved petal had been put into a small protective plastic sleeve (Uryu's idea) and stuck into the scrapbook, along with photos from their first year of marriage. After finding out that only specific sunflowers naturally come back each year, Uryu bought Orihime sunflower seeds every year for their wedding anniversary, and every year they would go out and plant them that day.

Orihime flipped through the scrapbook, each double page another year of their marriage. It wasn't until their fifth year of marriage that the photo of their yearly sunflower planting actually featured a sunflower in it. Uryu had theorised that the seeds from a previous year's sunflowers must've fallen into the soil and managed to grow, citing the good weather that they had that year. Orihime smiled at the planting photo from that year. They were standing in the plotting patch, Uryu holding their first born, a two year old boy at that point, and Orihime heavily pregnant with their second. The double page in the scrapbook also featured the traditional preserved sunflower petal from the flowers they had grown that year, along with a photo from their son's second birthday, a sonogram of their little upcoming arrival, and a photo of a family picnic they had.

After that year the scrapbook had become a little spotty, not quite managing to document every year. Between two children, Uryu's full time job, Orihime going back to work part time once their youngest had reached nursery age (couldn't not, they had a mortgage to pay off after all) it was a struggle to make sure they filled out the scrapbook every year. And frankly with their busy lives they didn't need yet another thing to stress about. They had both wanted to keep the scrapbook going though, so they made a decision to update it every 5 years instead. Orihime turned the page to the tenth year of their marriage, when the scrapbook had gone back to being a bit more organised, taking up two sets of double pages now that it was covering multiple years. The first photo was the traditional sunflower planting photo, their son, seven years old in the photo, was standing politely with his hands clasped behind his back with a nice smile. Their daughter, four, was hugging a sunflower with a silly little grin on her face, with her and Uryu smiling proudly behind their children. Orihime smiled with tears in her eyes at the other photos. They may not have been able to update the scrapbook as much as they had originally planned, with all of their adult commitments, but they did have the time of their lives. Photos from their ten year wedding anniversary party, photos from their family outing to a theme park, a photo from their daughter starting school, a photo of their son learning piano. The scrapbook was filled with lovely memories from all those years ago.

Orihime turned the pages again, to their fifteenth year of marriage. As always the first page started with a preserved sunflower petal and a photo from their annual planting, this one showing a few more sunflowers in the patch than last time. All of the years of planting sunflowers meant the patch was slowly filling with sunflower seeds from previous years, each year giving them more sunflowers than the last. Other photos adorned the pages as well of course. A photo of their son starting middle school, looking more and more like Uryu as he got older, a photo of their then nine year old daughter 'helping' Orihime sewing a dress for her. A photo of her and Uryu from a date night, dressed to the nines because they had managed to score a reservation in a fancy restaurant. They were 38 and 39 in that photo, their age (and the non-stop busyness of having two children) starting to show. Orihime smiles as she remembers being a little frustrated that her skin was starting to wrinkle so early. Uryu was having none of it, and he had gently taken her face into his hands and told her it showed how much life she was fitting into her years on the earth, how hard she worked for their family, always being there for every single event the kids took part in, the lines starting to show at her eyes revealing how much she smiled every single day.

Their twentieth year of marriage wasn't all that exciting truth be told, but honestly when you've gone past 40 and you've got two teenage kids, calm is all you really want. In the traditional sunflower planting photo the kids, 17 and 14 then, were both stood next to their parents, smiling politely for the camera, no silly antics to be found by that point. Well from the kids anyway, Orihime still had her moments. Other photos included both of the kids at the piano, their son trying to teach their daughter after she suddenly started showing interest. She never really picked it up, and switched to trying to learn how to play the guitar instead after a while, which was another photo featured in the scrapbook. There was a photo of all of them celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary with an expensive dinner, courtesy of Ryuken, his grandchildren old enough to take to fancy places now without worrying.

The twenty fifth year was an interesting set of photos, their family starting to grow further. By that point their little planting patch had fifteen sunflowers in it easily, the family having to stand in front of the patch rather than in it to take the photo. They were approaching 50 by then, Uryu's hair pretty much grey. They were standing in the middle, their daughter standing to their left and their son, along with his other half, recently engaged, to their right. All of the photos from that year were so happy, their children growing out of their teenage anxieties, becoming confident adults, starting to fly the nest. Their son had already graduated university at that point, and had moved out to live with his soon to be wife, whereas their daughter had moved out the year before to live in university dorms. Orihime had missed them dearly, the house becoming much quieter, but she was beyond happy for them, and proud too. Proud that they were so strong and independent, able to take on any challenge facing them, only occasionally coming to them for help now. (In particular she distinctly remembers when their daughter came home from uni crying her eyes out about how her heart had been broken. Uryu had joked in private that it doesn't matter how tough the kids were, sometimes they just needed mom and dad, Orihime had agreed, thankful that the kids had them there to support them).

The thirtieth year was a particularly special set of pages in the scrapbook, featuring their first grandchild, their son's first child, only a year old in the sunflower photo, looking confused at the camera. She remembers that the baby boy kept getting distracted by the sunflowers behind them, much more interested in the bright colours than the camera in front, they had to keep encouraging him to look the right way to get a nice photo. They had put in lots of photos of him, a photo of his first day of life, bundled up in the hospital, a photo of him in Uryu's arms, a photo of him in Orihime's lap. Orihime's favourite was the one where he was lying on his stomach, a big gummy smile directed at Uryu who was lying down next to him, playing with him. Their own kids weren't in the scrapbook as much now, with them being out of the house, but they had both made sure to send a couple of photos to them. Their son had sent his own family photos, them being all he talked about now. Orihime completely understood, having been there herself, and happily listened to all the anecdotes he told her, how his wife had gotten a promotion, how his baby was crawling now and so on, he called her every two weeks with updates. Their daughter didn't call as much, too busy out there living life. She wasn't interested in settling down yet, focused on her own development, and had decided to do a PhD in Germany, wanting to switch things up, wanting more adventure. She hadn't been able to come home for their wedding anniversary that year which was a shame, but Orihime and Uryu got all sorts of photos from her, selfies of her exploring new places, trying new foods, all with a happy smile, which they had made sure to include in the scrapbook as well.

The thirty fifth year of marriage had brought two more grandchildren, both from their son, a happy family of five now. She remembered laughing when he said that was enough now, that he didn't think they could handle a fourth. She was inclined to agree, their second child, age 4, was a right troublemaker. Not in an awful way, just more the type to try and push things to see where boundaries lie, more mischievous than mean. In the sunflower photo she was standing on her tiptoes so she could make bunny ears behind her older brother, cheeky grin on her face. Her third grandchild was only six months old at the time of the photo, sleeping against his mother's chest. Once again her daughter wasn't able to be in the photo, but still made sure to send Orihime and Uryu photos they could put in the scrapbook, which were stuck in alongside photos of their grandchildren.

By the fortieth year, getting a decent photo of the whole family was an ordeal. Their daughter had come back home, had finished her PhD, with a wife of her own, a lovely woman she had more or less eloped with. Orihime was hurt originally, that their daughter hadn't invited them to their wedding, but understood when she explained that her other half didn't have a relationship with her parents any more, and she didn't want a wedding with her entire family on her side while her partner had no one backing her up, no one to give her away. After hearing that both Orihime and Uryu had made sure to make their new daughter-in-law feel included in the family as possible, she had been overwhelmed at first, but now she was the one who always wanted to make sure everyone could come to family celebrations. They had only been married a year but they had already adopted an adorable set of siblings together, a three year old girl with her few months old brother. This meaning she and Uryu had five grandchildren now, along with their own two kids, and their partners, which meant getting a photo of all of them looking at the camera was a nightmare. If she remembers rightly it took a solid 15 minutes of trying to get the photo that was put into the scrapbook. Worth it though she thinks, glad she had something to help her remember the previous years.

Both the forty fifth and fiftieth years were calm affairs, at least for Orihime and Uryu, now sitting in chairs in the photo as they were starting to struggle with age, their children becoming in charge of getting the family sunflower photo rather than them. Their five grandchildren had sit cross-legged in front of them in the forty fifth photo, the two older ones, then 16 and 14, on the outer sides so they wouldn't block her and Uryu. A near full patch of tall sunflowers working as a beautiful backdrop. It was a composed photo, all of the grandchildren old enough to understand smiling for a camera, with the youngest being 5 now. The fiftieth was much the same, except the two older grandchildren weren't in the photo any more, both had gone to university, unable to come due to being busy with their courses. Orihime and Uryu had so many family photos from their children to choose from for the scrapbook now that Orihime had ended up starting second and third scrapbooks, books filled with photos of her son and his family, and her daughter and her family respectively. She had joked with Uryu that it was just as well they were retired now, they finally had the time to do fill the scrapbooks nicely and neatly.

The fifty fifth photo had been more a sombre one, no one's smile quite reaching their eyes, contrasting with the bright background of yellow flowers. Ryuken had died a couple of years beforehand, at the age of 97. Frankly both Orihime and Uryu were surprised that he managed to reach that old with how he used to smoke, but they were thankful all the same. He hadn't been very present when their children were growing up, still busy as ever at work (and perhaps scared to connect emotionally, Orihime thought, there was a nervousness about him when he was around them, originally he seemed to think the best way to do right by them was to distance himself.) But as he got older, and perhaps lonelier, he slowly involved himself more, and by the time of his death they had all become attached to him and cared about him, and worried when they saw his health declining. It had been the first funeral Orihime and Uryu had to organise themselves, and it had been their children's and grandchildren's first experience with death. Uryu in particular struggled, he certainly hadn't had a good relationship with him for the first 25 years of his life, but they had slowly but surely mended their divide, and now his father was gone. Not to mention that their children had needed support as well, so it taxing in multiple ways.

Then Orihime had a health scare. The early signs of cancer. Early enough that it ended up being treated within a year, something the doctors weren't too worried about, but that wasn't really the point. She (and Uryu) were 79 now. They both knew that this was only going to be the first of many. As did their children. It was the grandchildren that really struggled with it, they were all old enough to understand the biology of it all, the youngest 15 now, but not experienced enough to know how to deal with it. The combination of their great grandfather dying with their grandmother being diagnosed with cancer the year after had been a lot to deal with all at once. Everyone was in this family photo, their children, their children's wives, and all of their grandchildren. She remembered that the youngest of their son's children had called off sick from work for a couple of days just so they could come, saying that this sort of thing was more important in the long run. There hadn't been as many family photos to put in the scrapbook that year, the pages the barest they'd ever been.

Thankfully the sixtieth year was a much happier one. They hadn't ended up planting any sunflowers that year, the patch was already so full of them that there was nowhere to plant them. Orihime still made sure to pluck a petal from each flower though, the usual plastic sleeve in the scrapbook almost looking like a bag of confetti now. They took the photo in front of the patch as they always did now, the photo much the same as last year, their children, their children's wives and all of their grandchildren, except for one addition. A four year old girl, the first baby in the family for a while, their first great grandchild. The sunflower scrapbook was filled up again that year, Orihime and Uryu both happy to have a child in the family again.

Orihime turned to the last pages of the scrapbook, their sixty fifth year of marriage. There was barely any blank space in the scrapbook, these pages filled to the brim with photos. They didn't just have one more great grandchild since the last set of pages, not just two, but six new little ones, seven great grandchildren in total. So far anyway, with five grandchildren, all in their 20s and 30s, Orihime imagined there will probably be a few more yet. Orihime felt tears well up when she looked at the family photo. It was an absolute mess, but a beautiful one. It had been really difficult to get everyone in the frame, everyone squished up together. It was clear from the photo that all the adults were trying their best to get the children in check, trying to get a nice photo, but with seven young kids that was pretty much impossible. One was clearly unhappy being held, it was obvious she had been kicking her legs to try and convey that she wanted to get down. Another one, a mischievous child, was pulling a silly face, with his brother next to him laughing because of it. One of the younger ones had been put on Uryu's lap and was absolutely fascinated with the idea of pulling his tie as hard as she could. Two of the children at the front had whispering to each other, more interested in talking with each other than the family photo. Only one of the great grandchildren was actually smiling properly at the camera.

Orihime remembered her daughter being frustrated, unable to get a 'proper' nice photo no matter how hard she tried. This frustration only got worse when Uryu, almost a year after the photo, soon after reaching 88, had died. No one had expected it, least of all Orihime. As grim as it was she was fully expecting her to be the first one to go, with all of the health problems she kept on having, with all of the medications she has to take now. She had been completely inconsolable. She didn't know what to do, how to do anything, she withdrew into herself. Her children and grandchildren had stepped up, visiting even more regularly, helping her around the house, cooking for her, keeping her company. It had made her realise just how old she had gotten, that the roles had reversed now, her offspring looking after her rather than the other way around. In a weird way it helped her process his death. She was old now, and so had he been. And besides, he died unexpectedly in his sleep, in his own home. He didn't have to feel any dread or anxiety about dying, didn't have to die hooked up to god knows what in a hospital. She hated, absolutely hated that he was gone, but she couldn't have asked for a better death for him. She wasn't sure she'd get the same luxury.

His death had meant that the sixty fifth family photo was the last one with all of them in it. Hence her daughter's frustration that it wasn't 'perfect'. Orihime disagreed however, it may not be the kind of photo other people thought of as perfect, but she could see everyone's personality in that photo, could see how lively everyone was, could see how much fun the kids were having. It was a perfect last photo. And it would be the last photo. Orihime knew she wouldn't make it to the seventieth anniversary. She felt weaker everyday. It didn't matter though. She and Uryu had achieved so much and she didn't have a single regret. They had created the most amazing family, filled with love, laughter, and happiness. The patch in the garden full of sunflowers a tangible example of how much love she and Uryu had for each other, a clear showing of how long they had been together.

Orihime turned to the very last page of the scrapbook, currently empty. She carefully pulled out the photo one of her grandchildren had sent her in the mail, the last photo she was going to put in her sunflower scrapbook. Her grandchild had decided that he wanted to keep the tradition alive. She delicately stuck the photo in the centre of the page, a perfect ending to the scrapbook. A photo of her newest great grandchild, almost eight months old, sitting up in the garden all on her own, a huge smile on her face revealing her two baby teeth, next to a growing sunflower.

[cutegirlmayra]

Sokai Prompt

I’ve only really written a one of these but have so many ideas for them! This is just one of many I hope to put out there :)b

Prompt:

After helping another set of colorful characters in their world, Sora sits down on at the gummy ship with his usual, childish energy and happily places his feet Indian-style under himself.

He pulls out a very special section of his notes, taking out a pen and begins to cheerfully move his head as he writes. Back and forth,... a goofy grin and then back and forth... before nodding and pulling the pen away.

“Done!” he exclaims, mostly to himself. However, this attracts the cartoony attention of Goofy and Donald, who immediately lean over on either side of his chair, inadvertently trapping Sora as he looks to each of them.

“What’cha got there, Sora?” Goofy asks, relatively in innocence and pure curiosity.

In a duck’s poor articulation, Donald also quacks up, “Yeah, is it a love letter?”

“Huh?!” Sora, surprised by their sudden interest, goes to move the notebook away but Goofy sticks his nose right inbetween it. “Ah!” Sora was looking at Donald when he abruptly tried to close the book and gasped when Goofy’s nose made a honking sound. “Oh! Sorry, Goofy. Donald-!”

“Got it!” swiping the notes from Sora’s hand, Donald began to move to the side of the pilot’s chair and flip through it.

Sora fought ‘valiantly’ to get it back but Goofy held him back with one hand, giggling into the other in his infamous laugh.

Sora struggled as he switched from Goofy’s arm to reaching out for Donald. “Hey, no fair..!”

“Huh?” Donald’s eyes quickly skimmed the notes as he ducked his head into the book, reading quickly and animatedly. “This doesn’t make any sense...”

“Well, why don’t’cha read it out loud, then? A-ya-huk!” Goofy suggested as Sora finally pounded lightly on his hand and he let go, having Sora blush and reach for Donald.

“Dooon’t-! Offph!” he fell short as Donald stuck out his wand to pin Sora back, then trip him up so he fell straight to the ground while attempting to lean against the wand.

“It says, ‘a wonderful ride, maybe try some singing’?”

“Ohh... that is strange.” Goofy placed a finger up to his mouth. “Maybe it’s out of context, try and... uh... read some more!”

“No!” Sora’s head zipped back up, now on all fours. He looked truly embarrassed.

“Quuaah... ‘True love’s kiss breaks the spell every time, but maybe... true love is just being close to that special someone you hold close to your heart, and showing how much you care about them.”

“Stooopp!!!” Sora plugged his ears, pulling his hair a bit down on its sides in the process.

“Gwosh, sounds like Sora’s been doing some research of his own in the ways of the heart!” Goofy kid.

“Yeah! With each note, there’s a world we’ve been too. Awhhh... Agrabah. New Orleans... Wah! Here’s one from Dumbo! ‘It’s not the power of your special ability, like a keyblade or feather, that helps one to achieve their potential. Sometimes, it’s always just been inside you. If I can tell her my true feelings, which have always been inside me, then maybe I don’t need a Paopu fruit. Though I hear they’re very tasty... I wanted to wait to share one with-EMMPH! Emm, uhmph!” Donald was immediately seized upon by Sora’s hands shutting his bill tight.

With a face as red as his, he looked away and didn’t make eye contact, but Donald, while struggling, narrowed his eyes in determination and threw the book to Goofy, muttering something that sounded kinda like, ‘What’s the big idea?! Goofy!’

Goofy fumbled in a comedic way to catch the journal, then opened it up and began to laugh to himself multiple times.

Finally, Donald stomped on Sora’s big foot, “Oww! Hey!” Sora let go to reach his foot up, rubbing it, before forcibly slamming it down and having sparks fly between him and Donald’s eyes, a clear battle about to ensue before Donald turned his attention back to Goofy.

With a mischevious intent, he waved a hand out to gesture to him, “Goofy! Read it out loud!” then turned to Sora, hands confidently to his sides. “It’s about time you came clean... this could help you admit your inner feelings-WAHH!! Wha-Wha-whaa!!!” In the duck’s infamous cry, he dodged Sora’s keyblade swipe and ran from him as he charged.

“Get back herrrreee!!!” Sora called, as they raced around the gummy ship.

Goofy took a moment, scratching his head as though remembering to read out loud, and carefully plotting to speak clearly and read the sentences a few times, then finally nodded. “Ohhh’kay! It says ‘ere... umm... Oh right, sorry.” he flipped the page and laughed, as though looking at a blank sheet of paper. His eyes skimmed just like Donalds, holding the book really close before pulling it far away. “Duhh... ‘Grandmother Willow said to listen with your heart, and you will understand. Princess’...uh... oh! That’s gotta be ‘Pocahontas’ Gee... is that how it looks?” he turned the book to the side and squinted, as though incredulous to the fact that those letters all put together made her name. “Well, anyway, ‘Princess Pocahontas used that to learn John’s language. I’ve heard the saying that love is a language all in itself. Is that how she was able to communicate with him? Or even with us? Will Kairi know what I’m saying without really saying it with my mouth... but with my heart?’ Ah-yah-huk! Well, ain’t that the cutest thing!” He hugged the book close, still having it open, and shaking his head to emphasize his adoration of what he just read. “Reminds me of my Maxie! And his first crush. Why, he went all the way to that there Powerline concert just to keep a promise to her. Ah... I miss my boy.” He wiped a large tear forming at the side of his eye.

Suddenly, a keyhole opened.

Sora and Donald, in the midst of an absolute wrestle war, suddenly stopped mid-attack--a silly jumble of themselves--to see it.

“Goofy...” Sora, forgetting himself for a moment, noticed the keyhole and realized Goofy really did miss his son. He stopped the brawling momentarily, putting Donald at ease, and walked over to him. “Goofy... would you like to go back to your world now? Just for a moment to... check things out?” He smiled.

Goofy was extremely touched. Smiling wide, he then remembered the book and held it out. “We’ve been to so many worlds... You even wrote just here that when we went back to the Lion King world, Kiara and Kovu reminded you of how you’re constantly separated from Kairi... I guess... Ohhh... Me and Donald are constantly separated from our loved ones too.”

Donald sighed, “Daisy...”

“That’s right.” Sora looked back to Donald, “You guys sacrifice just as much as I do to be doing what’s right...” there was a moment of empathy in Sora, and he didn’t feel the need to be embarrassed about missing Kairi anymore, or the fact that he was writing down not only romantic devices he had learned from other worlds, but also colllecting his thoughts together to understand his own feelings.

He scratched the back of his head, “I promise, I’m not just goofying around.” he joked.

Donald laughed, but Goofy just smiled, “So, how are you gonna woo Kairi?”

He suddenly flinched and Donald laughed even harder, pointing to him, slapping his knee, and clutching his stomach.

Sora found a new reason to want to fight again... but instead, he just stomped a foot toward Donald and held up a fist, “Ohh! Like you could do any better!”

“I could! And I would!” Donald spat out, sticking his tongue out to tease his sensitive side further.

As the three headed into Goofy’s world to meet his son, the lyrics ‘Eye to Eye’ were the next Sora began to write down about.

“If we listen to each other's heart! We'll find we're never too, far apart, and maybe love(!) is the reason why,... for the first time ever, we're seein' it eye to eye.” Sora sang as he tapped his hands to the rhythm on the side of his captain's seat.

Goofy suddenly giggled.

So did Donald.

“What now?” Sora turned around, “Ariel taught me to sing and Sabastian said I had good pitch- AH!” Sora noticed the notebook still in their hands and their sly expressions of contorted, cartoony pleasure as they prepared to state what they were thinking.

“You want to stop by and ask Tiny Chef..” Goofy twisted one of his ears around his finger...

“-to help you make some...  Spaghetti?” Donald sneered, snickering in his infamous duck laugh.

Sora almost flipped to reach the two of them and rip the notebook away.