#anyway. akemi appreciation every day

[mizuhandpics]

I have to say I don’t understand people that don’t like Akemi as a character… like every time I see someone explain why they don’t like her it’s always bc she’s a “bratty entitled princess” and like…. Duh?? That’s her archetype. But she’s also incredibly intelligent, creative, resourceful, stubborn. She also has arguably the best character arc in this season of BES, like are u telling me u don’t get chills when she says “I want to be great” with the shoguns estate burning to the ground behind her???? Did we watch the same show?????

[shinagawa-division]

The day was slowly winding down. In just a few short hours Sumire Shinomiya’s birthday would come to an end. However, she would receive a few gifts before the end of it. The doorbell loudly rang throughout the mansion, and the butler of the manor answered the door. However, no one was present at the door. The only thing there were three gifts addressed to the birthday girl herself.

Picking it up, the old brought the gifts inside. Carrying them to where Sumire was and placing the boxes in front of her. “It appears that someone sent you a few gifts Miss,” Goro said. “Now if you excuse me Miss I have to get started on dinner.”  Sumire thanked the old man watching him leave before turning to the first gift and opening it. 

Inside the first gift was a massive cake decorated in a gothic style with demon horns sticking out from the top. Sumire couldn't help but let out a whistle as she admired the work that went into the cake. She could smell it from where she was standing and her mouth was already starting to water. Seeing as there were two more gifts Sumire picked up the one closest to her and opened it.

Inside the second gift was a pair of long black and purple gothic gloves. Sumire smiled at the gift already having a few outfits in mind to match them with. Setting them aside Sumire picked up the final gift and opened it. 

Inside the third gift was a box of C4 explosives. Sumire choked on her spit at what she was looking at. Who the fuck sent her this? Looking around for some sort of note. However, what she noticed was a disc the size of her hand. Picking up the disc activates and reveals a hologram saying “Incoming video call. Accept or Decline?”. Hitting the accept option Sumire watched as the hologram shifted into Kanra Akemi of Edogawa.

“Happy Birthday Sumire!” Kanra shouted. Suddenly a muffled noise was heard beside her. Giving whatever was beside her a harsh smack effectively quieting it down. “Sorry about that. Anyway Happy Birthday Sumi! Hope you like the gifts I got you. I would've delivered them to you in person but you and Aranai-senpai are off doing that birthday thing yall do to each other. So I decided to just drop them off instead. I gotta say Sumire your cake was one of the hardest I ever made. The lace designs alone took hours to do. I wasn't entirely sure what flavor you liked so I just made it red velvet. Okay so on the gifts. The first thing I got you was the long gloves. I always see you with a few already so I thought you might appreciate one more from me.” The young girl’s face dropped from cheerful to completely blank as she began to rub her chest. “Take it from me I know what it’s like to cover up what you don't what people to see.”

Sumire thought back to what she read on Kanra. She may have had a few scars herself but even Sumire had to admit that she had nothing on Kanra in the scars department. However, If there was anyone on this planet who might understand her then it would be the girl with scars covering her from neck to toe.

“Alright enough of that. Now I bet my last gift surprised ya,” Kanra giggled. “I made it myself. Now, what's with that look? You don't think I can make military-grade explosives? I’m smarter than I look and besides don’t you know a girl gotta know how to cause a little trouble? If you’re worried about it not working don't be I've already tested some beforehand. So you know how a bunch of abandoned buildings has been blowing up lately all over the Tokyo wards? Ta-da! It was me blowing them up testing out the various batches of C4 I've made.”  Kanra smiled at Sumire as if she didn't just reveal she was the one who's been blowing up various buildings the last month. “But uh don't tell anyone that Yuriko-san would have my head if she knew what I've been doing.”

Sumire couldn't help but stare at Kanra. A million thoughts raced throughout her head but two stood out the most. One, Kanra knew how to make military explosives. Two, the girl was the one causing the police of every ward in Tokyo to work overtime trying to figure out who was causing these explosions. Sumire let out a mad giggle as she dropped to the floor. Rolling around with a mad laugh when it hit her that Kanra was the one causing so much anarchy around the wards. There was a reason why Sumire had liked the pink-haired girl. 

“You good? Okay, I got you one more gift. This one is not deliverable I'm afraid. It is a pinata a ‘rabbit’ pinata if you will,” Kanra’s lips are pulled back into thin lines and Sumire can see most of her teeth from how wide her mouth split open. It looks borderline painful and it so acutely reminded Sumire of the old illustrated version of Alice in Wonderland that she can only call it Cheshire. Sumire watched as Kanra slowly shifted the view from her to what was beside her. Sumire couldn't help but laugh as she realized what she was seeing. In front of her was Jyuto Iruma bloody and beaten hanging from the floor on a metal chain. Kanra came back into view with a metal bat in hand. “I’ll be waiting for you Sumire! Invite Aranai-senpai too she’d get a kick out of this.” 

Kanra gave one last wave to her before the call ended. Sumire let a smile spread across her face. A chance to beat the bastard cop from Yokohama? Sign her the fuck up. 

Sumire smirked as the hologram shut off, she shook her head fondly, she and Kanra may not hang out much but it was always a fun time when they do. Unlike her “older sister”, Sumire didn’t have a problem with Kanra and much like Aranai, considered her one of her trustworthy friends, she much reminded the anarchist of herself when she first stepped into the scene, before she became somebody to be respected…and feared. Kanra was already powerful in her own right but Sumire knew that with a little work and some guidance, she’ll be downright unstoppable.

Sumire gathered the gifts one by one, being especially careful with the very much real C4 explosives and brought them down to her lab where Aiko and Malphas were engaged in a very passionate game of…gold fish, the mechanical spider clicking angrily when Aiko once again won. “It’s not my fault you keep revealing your hand by clicking, Mal! Maybe we should finally put a voice modulator in you.” Aiko suggested as she shuffled the cards before stopping and looking to see her creator coming down the steps with the presents. “Big sister!” The android girl leaped up and helped the older girl with setting the gifts down, “More presents? Who are they from?”

“Kanra from Edogawa.” Sumire replied as she walked over to the shelf on the wall, she picked up something only to let it sit back in place by a rope connecting to it, suddenly the wall and shelf moved backwards and to the side, exposing the secret compartment inside the wall. Inside were very dangerous weapons and explosives no doubt illegal and honestly something a girl her age should not be in possession of. From guns, canons, rocket launchers to expertly contained chemical weapons and poison vials to other deadly and wide range explosives much like the ones in the anarchist’s hands. With care and delicate movements, she placed the pack of C4s among the rest of the explosives and returned the wall and shelf to where it once was.

Aiko, meanwhile, marveled at the cake the pink haired girl made, “Whoooah, this cake is so pretty! Can I have some? Please, big sis?” Wide, purple eyes pleaded at their creator who smiled and patted the android’s head, “Sure, but don’t forget to save some for me.” With a happy squeal, the younger girl raced up the steps and towards the kitchen to get some plates. Shaking her head fondly, Sumire reached into her pocket for her phone and dialed up a known number, she waited for a few seconds before a gruff “Hello” graced her ears.

“Hey, I know you’re in the middle of planning some horrific and embarrassing revenge gift for me but Kanra just called me up and has that bunny bastard from Yokohama tied up in one of the abandoned warehouses in the Tokyo Ward, so how about you put a pause on whatever the hell you’re about to do and we go beat a rabbit piñata?”

The line was silent for a moment before a sigh and “I’ll come pick you up.”

Sumire smirked and gave one last remark before ending the call, Aiko came back down the stares with plates and silverware humming happily, Sumire ruffled the other’s hair, the android giving a whine in protest “Don’t wait up, Ai. Big sister has some very fun business to take care of.” With that, she grabbed her modified baseball bat from out of a corner and climbed up the steps from out of the basement, smirk slowly turning to a manic grin.

Thank you for the gift!

[goji-pilled]

for the love of MadoKami, this wouldnt stop growing! i had to cut it where i did cause if i didn't, i wouldn't be able to stop myself from fusing parts 3 and 4 together into one super ficlet.

anyways, heres part 3 of Homubey!!! now with added vigilantism, violence, and squish!!!

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"Huh, guess even someone like Akemi-san get's sick days too."

"Wasn't she just released from the hospital?"

"Yeah, it's why she transferred in like a week into the semester."

"You guys don't think something happened to her, do you?"

"Maybe... dunno what she's dealing with, but I don't think it's our right to talk about it."

"Jeeze, Saotome-sensei really is right about boys. Or at least about some of them..."

"Oh would you quit it?! It's not like you have any right either. You aren't even her friends either, the only person she was close with was Miss Health Rep."

"Hey, guys? We should probably-"

"Oh yeah! Do you think Kaname-san knows anything about it? She's pretty chummy with everyone, maybe she got close with Akemi-san!"

"And Miki-san goes every day to visit Kamijou-kun in the hospital! They've gotta know something about Akemi-san!"

"Uh, guys, you should probably- oh."

"Huh? Oh, Nakazaw-kun, what's up- Augh!"

"The hell, Nakazawa?! What was that for?!"

"... Learn to read the room. Assholes..."

...

...

"You're sure this is where she lives, Madoka?"

"I'm absolutely sure, Sayaka-chan! I asked Saotome-san to make sure when I offered to bring her the coursework."

"Yeah, yeah. You're right... Sorry Madoka. I just didn't expect the Transfer Student to live down here."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... Okay, yeah, I expected her to live in a gloomy house to fit her personality, but the entire building? Not just renting out a single room or apartment?"

"Girls, while I appreciate the commentary, could we please hurry? Even with magic this is still an encumbering weight to carry."

Stumbling out of their comedy bit, the two middle schoolers turned to look behind them. Their kind senpai was currently doing her best to carry a duffle bag slung across one shoulder and a covered bag tossed over the other. Although Mami still held that calm closed-eye smile on her face she radiated a threatening aura that grew the longer they stood in the district they were in.

"Right, sorry Mami!" / "S-Sorry Mami-senpai!"

Looking forward once more the trio took in the building that forked the end of the district. It was one of the old - well, in comparison to the neo-modernism of central Mitakihara - European styled buildings that was part of what was once considered the modern architecture district; it was styled in such a way to almost resemble a western townhouse, yet designed to be a convertable apartment building or single family residence if deigned by the owner. This was the current living space of one Akemi Homura.

"Well then, no time like the present!"

Mami strolled up to the front door of the building, glancing at the small placard that had Homura's name inscribed on it. The blonde frowned for a moment before schooling her face into the calm and cool senpai she pretended to be. Straightening up as much as she could Mami cleared her throat and loudly knocked on the door.

"Akemi-chan! It's your favorite senpai here, visiting you in your time of need!" The Magical Girl could feel the wave of confusion wash over her, her two juniors most likely lost at her sudden gratuitous joy and exuberance. "Your friends were worried about you, so I've cone to help them bring you your school work and supplies!"

Looking around Mami noticed a distinct lack of civilians milling about the area, no curtains being drawn back or windows opened to investigate the loud teenager doing her best to be an unsolicited visitor. Perfect, no witnesses.

Stepping back from all her knocking the blonde made a show of checking her jacket pockets and pretended to pull out a key. In actuallity it was a small relic of a paper clip, extended out and warped to look like a key.

"Akemi-chan! As your senpai and mutual aquaintance to your friends, I will unlock and enter your home now! We are growing very worried about you!"

As she made her innocent declaration Mami pulsed magic into her hand and through the paper clip, morphing it into a laced skeleton key. She inserted the key into the classic-styled door knob, turning it slow enough for her magic to shift the key yet fast enough to not appear to be picking the lock. After a second the lock clicked and gave permission for their entrance. Lightly patting herself on the back, the veteran Magical Girl put the un-transfigured paper clip away and turned the door knob, pushing forward to-

Face plant herself into the door, completely missing the deadbolt chain that tethered the door shut.

Stumbling back Mami clutched her nose, hoping that her frail body wouldn't spring a red leak. She craned her head to look back at her two juniors, who were doing their best not to giggle at (Sayaka) and worry over (Madoka) their friend. The blonde put on the sulkiest pout and quietly muttered "That never happened" before shutting the door enough to unlock the bolt.

With the fromt door now fully unlocked, Mami tumbled her way in, taking care to not knock either of her luggage into any walls or furniture on her way. Sayaka and Madoka merely blinked at the less than usual composed performance their senpai displayed, shrugging their shoulders in unison when they sent a glance to each other. The duo walked forwards through the portal, ready to enter the domain of Akemi Homura.

Upon stepping through the door frame Sayaka shut the door behind them with a soft click, locking the door behind her out of habit and basic decency as a guest; even if she was technically intruding on Homura's home. The two best friends noticed a lack of blonde hair, believing their friend to have gone further into the building instead of staying in the hallway entrance. Sayaka took lead as she walked down the hall, glancing at the very empty walls and taking in the sounds of their footsteps on the wooden floor. The tomboy led the two of them down the hall before leading them to a room that bled light into the hall, the door shut and preventing any light from escaping.

Miki Sayaka had been expecting to see a lit up living room, maybe something like Mami's apartment, or maybe even a bland empty room - it'd suit the Transfer Student, at least in her mind.

Thr tomboy did not expect to enter the fucking Void of Nothingness when she opened the door. She also didn't expect the vast array of holo-monitors and the giant clockwork pendulum hanging down from wherever the ceiling was.

"Woah..."

"What is it Sayaka... chan..."

Madoka had stayed close behind her best friend, nearly bumping into the taller girl when she suddenly stood still. The vast blinding white of the room seemed to be a good enough reason to gawk, along with the... decorations Homura had in her home.

An idle thought went through her mind, a wonder at whether the impossible sight before them was born from a natural ability Homura-chan had, or if all Magical Girls could make their own sanctuary. Yet at the thought of that idea - at the thought of safe havens and sanctuaries - Madoka felt a pang in her chest. If this was what Homura-chan saw as her safe place, what led her to believing nothingess was an ideal home? What life has Homura-chan lived to warrant her cold detachment to people, to the world?

"Th//e are // many- t/in/s wo/t/ pr//ec//ng-"

I would ask how you entered my home, but I can make a well educated guess based on my current situation.

Startled out of her - rememberance? - reflection, Madoka turned her head around to find the source of that familiar voice. Her rose-pink eyes finally landed on the form of one disgruntled Kyubey-shaped Homura being tightly hugged by a very pleased Mami. The blonde let out a giggle as she walked around the very long and round couch the two second years failed to notice; to be fair, there were more striking things to lock their eyes on.

"Take a seat you two. We're going to be spending quite sone time with Homura today." Mami had said that with a conpletely straight face, ignoring the little bundle that acted very much like a feral cat tying to run away. Madoka had to use every bit of her willpower to not audibly coo at the sight, as well as not treat Homura-chan like she would Amy-chan.

Deciding not to test their senpai's patience the duo did as they were told and took their seats, relatively close to Mami and Homura. They couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable the cushions were to sit on.

Silence embraced them all, the low ticking of the gears above bringing the only ambiance to them. Madoka continously switched her gaze between Mami and Homura-chan, Sayaka keeping her eyes on the monitors before focusing on her senpai; Mami held an air of grace as she held onto Homura, who slowly stopped trashing and accepted her fate. After a brief moment of consideration the tomboy plastered on a face of false confidence and attempted to alleviate the mood.

"You know, Transfer Student, you've only been here a week at best and you've already got fans dotting over you. What's it like to have such a fan base fretting over you?" The smirk and quirked eyebrow were always a good enough indication that Sayaka was both playing around and genuinely curious about something. Growing up Madoka's learned to differentiate the many faces of Miki Sayaka, knowing when to reel her best friend back from daying something harmful or insensitive.

I honestly don't know, Miki Sayaka. Having others evem feign concern or reverance on my behalf. Despite this I had presumed to have some individuals be... displeased by my absence.

Homura seemed to have preened at the revelation of her missed attendance, or perhaps she merely stretched herself into a more comfortable position. Either seemed to be equally plausible based on what little Mafoka knew about Homura-chan and her mannerisms.

Now then, care to explain why you had Miki Sayaka and Kaname Madoka follow you here, Tomoe Mami?  And in regards to those bags you brought with you-

The rest of Homura's words were cut off, the transmission stopping after Mami tightened her hold and squeezed the not-cat closer to her.

"All in due time, Homura. But for now I believe it to be best that we divulge in our two friends, to confide in them with what you had with me the other day. Don't you agree, Homura?" The blonde continued to snuggle the Kyubey-shaped girl to oblivion. Madoka didn't think it was a bad way to go - a sentiment she knew Sayaka subconciously shared - but still, she'd rather not lose her friend.

"Mami-senpai, what do you mean by that? You already explained to us what happened." Which was odd also, considering it was a long winded diatribe that could be summed up - as her best friend put it - shoving memories and information in Mami's brain. Their senpai went on to explain how there had been no ill will on neither her own nor Homura's accounts, yet based on how the ebony creature was struggling to free herself right now...

Note for Future Madoka: Never upset Mami, she can be petty and/or hold a grudge.

"You never told us what was in those bags you brought with you; I wouldn't have mind helping you, Mami." Sayaka was about to say something else but no sound came out of her mouth. Her jaw was left hanging before she audibly clacked it shut, almost pouting as she crossed her arms and folded in on herself. The shortest of the group was confused for a moment, her outgoing friend rendered silent all of a sudden, before noticing the pleased aura and expression Homura's body radiated. That aura was disrupted when Mami stood up, crushed the crrature in a loving embrace, and made her way towards the duo across from her.

"The bags will be explained in due time, Sayaka-san; Truth be told it wasn't that much of a struggle to carry them both." Sending a questioning glance to Madoka, their senpai stretched her arms outward, offering the not-cat-shaped creature to the pair. The pink haired girl immediately opened her own arms outward and was given the lump of black fur. Homura surprisingly didn't attempt to free herself from Madoka's grasp, instead she attempted to nestle herself further in the girl's embrace.

"Now then, on to why we are here. As you recall from the other day, I had asked Homura to confide in me with her... recent hardships." Sayaka winced, retracting the arm she used to try and pet Homura. "The following fallout had caused quite an amount of distress for all of us. Please understand, that what I am about to ask you is vitally important to our comprehension of both Kyubey and Magical Girls as a whole. Yet, I will not begrudge either of you should you deny my request."

Mami had paced around the set of couches the other three resided on, hands clenched together and folded behind her back. Madoka and Sayaka's eyes followed their senpai's path, watching as the happy facade gave way to trepidation and growing anxiety. Mami had trailed behind the empty set of couches and bent over, lifting up on of the two bags she had brought with her and placing it on the cushions.

"In this bag contains supplies that - with the inclusion of my abilities - will alleviate and heal and inflamations or pains that occur with my request."

It had taken her a second longer than her best friend, but Madoka pieced together what her senpai was asking them to do. Sayaka voiced her concerns as well as her own, promptly with increduality and slight fear.

"Y-You want us to get blasted with memories, just like you? Mami... We-I..."

We understand that this is a great risk to your health, and we understand if neither of you wish to experience the events Tomoe Mami felt.

Ocean blue and rose pink eyes swiveled to violet orbs, Homura sending out her messages with an equally concerned frown on her visage.

However, it is vitally important that you both know the truth of the Mahou Shoujo and Kyubey. My first attempt I had no real experience in performing such a transfer of data, yet I shall not lie and give false hope.

While I may be able to alleviate the tension in your minds, it will still be a great overflow of data. We will both do our best to prevent lasting, permenant damage to either of you.

"... Mami, Homura, I'll do it."

"Sayaka-chan?"

"Thank you, Miki Sayaka. And what of you, Kaname Madoka?"

"I-I will too! I want to know, how to help Homura-chan, and to know what you both have been through Mami-senpai. But Sayaka-chan, why are you so..."

"Because I caused this to happen. I hurt Transfer Student, and that ended up hurting Mami. This way, maybe I could help her just like you want to... and get the punishment I deserve for doing all this."

"Sayaka-chan..."

Very well. Miki Sayaka, know that there is no retribution in suffering, only through growth and change from one's previous actions and beliefs could you achieve absolution.

And Kaname Madoka... I'm sorry, for how my intrusions have brought you - all - only pain and agony.

Before either of the girls could respond Homura lifted up her ear-apendages, placing them in the exact spot she placed them on Mami's chest from before.

Then, everything went blank, and they learned, and they remembered. Everything.

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Nakazawa my bleoved egg boy, someday I'll give u ur own ficlet, but you'll still be a side character.

now then!!! part 4 coming... eventually! Homu-bey jjst keeps growing and now, my notes app has grown past 50 pages for this ficlet. tune in next time where Homu-bey decides to say "fuck it". Later!

／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼

If I had a euro for everytime someone I know is fixiating on Nakazawa I'd have two euro.... which isnt much. But its strange it happened twice.

BUT LETS GO HOMUBEY!!!!

[yarichin-imagines]

Hi!!! okokok, how bout a s/o who has a kind of quirk (just like bnha!), how do you think they would react? Like, I think they'd probably integrate into something related to sex or develop a kink (? LMAO

y'all i am so into bnha you have no idea!! also, for neutrality purposes, i'll be using the quirks of deku, todoroki, bakugou, uraraka, kirishima, denki, sero, iida, and satou, all from class 1A, mostly just because none of their quirks rely on physical appearances!!

tw: impact, dubcon (drugging, somno), dummification if you squint

Toono – S/O's Quirk: One for All – This Quirk is a union of two different Quirks, one that stockpiles power and one that passes itself on to another. The user can momentarily gain strength and speed far greater than any other Quirk and hero.

thankfully by the time he'd met you, you'd mastered the use of your Quirk

you were never the prance about type to flash around your power anyway

you preferred to use it for more mundane tasks – like opening pickle jars and carrying the groceries into the house in one trip

he found out about it on accident

he was on his way out when he caught you in the parking lot coming in––

with your car in hand, two feet off the ground

you'd dropped your fob somewhere underneath it and couldn't see

toono passed out

when he came to, his first questions revolved around whether or not the car was okay

once he wraps his head around it though..

he's way more into it than he tells you

but it also fuckin terrifies him

so much so that he really doesn't want you to use it on him

definitely has watched you use it so intently that he can nut off to it later

maybe one day he'll pluck up and ask you to activate it for some pictures he can keep

Kashima - S/O's Quirk: Half-Cold, Half-Hot – This Quirk splits the user into two, half of the user's body can emit ice, the other half emits fire.

honesty is a pillar to kashima's relationship

your quirk came to light a month or so into seeing him

and at first, he was mostly excited about the health benefits

he decides then and there that you gotta do him a solid and chill his side of the bed

that way he can keep cool when he sleeps

sometimes

even if he's half asleep

he'll grab your right hand with a lil soft tug

and in your drowsy stupor you chill his pillow so there's no need for a flip

makes him grin like an idiot every time

when he comes home from practice or from the gym he has you freeze and unfreeze the bathwater-- saves you guys a whole lot of ice

he doesn't mind letting you ease his muscles with your left side after all the heats works wonders that would make any rice pack green with envy

as a top, kashima's got complete control in the bedroom

all day, he'll ask you to close your eyes and heat something up, maybe it's a vibrator or a dildo

or when you chill something, they're usually beads or a plug

all for him to torment you with later on that night

Yacchan – S/O's Quirk: Explosion – This Quirk allows the user to sweat a substance similar to Nitroglycerin from the user's palms and ignite it to create explosions.

kyosuke recognizes it's too dangerous to use in the bedroom

but that being said, there's plenty of other stuff around the place to let you show off

your firework shows are always the best on the block

especially when he sets some off right when yuu isn't expecting it

mainly, yacchan appreciates your quirk when it comes to pulling pranks

It's really funny when you're popping ziploc bags full of nothing right outside tamura's dorm when he's trying to power nap before exams

and even funnier when he storms out in just tighty whities to yell at you

only to meet the flash of yacchan's cellphone

toono will fall asleep during study sessions sometimes and yacchan will facetime you so you can let out a boom and wake him up

he will most definitely fall off the bed and yacchan will most definitely record it

the two of you are the best of the worst that way

Shikatani – S/O's Quirk: Zero Gravity – This Quirk allows the user to cause people and items to float on contact. There is a weight limit on how much the user can levitate, and if this Quirk is used to much, it will cause the user to get sick.

it's really helpful when you help him deep clean

after all, if the supplies are gracefully floating behind him, that leaves his hands free to do twice the work, saving him half the time

but you're content to watch the beautiful boy work

if you help him clean like that, he won't ask for much more that day

he is very very conscious of how much you use your quirk

because he cares about you too much to let you get sick

since he knows for a fact that because of his ocd he won't be able to take care of you

and that stings

so on the days where the chores have all been done he gets the honor of experiencing the effects of your quirk in bed

he likes how it feels when your tease him from the air above

your throat feels more open

but it's not like he can do too much about it since the instant he gets too eager you always float just out of reach

sometimes if he's behaved very well, you'll suspend him

the headrush he gets is euphoric

but the best is how good you are when you blow out his back with your strap

after all, without gravity, your stroke game is literally out of this world

Akemi – S/O's Quirk: Hardening – This Quirk allows the user to harden any part of their body. This shell can withstand several tons of metal falling on the user, along with shock waves, explosions, etc.

there's nothing cuter to akemi keiichi than a brat

if you want to misbehave?

by all means

go right ahead

he'll leave it to you to exhaust yourself

that's the first time he saw you use it

he wasn't aiming to cause any major damage, he was only spanking you with his hand

but he'd been at it for almost an hour

then suddenly he'd pushed you off him after he'd slapped what felt like a solid rock

not that it could stop him

his eyes only grew darker

from then on out, it was all a game to see how far he could push before the shell wore down and you gave into him

Itome – S/O's Quirk: Electrification – This Quirk allows the user to discharge electricity out of the user's body. It goes out in all directions around the user, and can be used to even charge objects, such as batteries. There is a limit to how much this Quirk can be used, and if used too much, the user will short circuit their own brain, and won't be able to do anything for an hour.

of course you can charge his phone in a pinch when it dies at the worst possible moment

hotwire his car when he's already running late

restart the fusebox when there's a power outage

after hours, itome's not a hard dom

not in the slightest

but every once in awhile, he can be particularly malicious

like when he has you overcharge your vibrators to give him the liberty of overstimulating you for longer

really it's less about the scene and more about what comes after

due to the limits of your quirk, aftercare is all on him

that's what he likes the most

taking care of you completely

being able to coax you through your braindead state

clean you off and pose you all comfortable

you're all the sweeter when you come to, when you come back to him

Yuri – S/O's Quirk: Tape – This Quirk allows the user to shoot extremely strong tape from openings on the user's elbows.

the tape is good for fixing most messes yuri gets himself into, clumsy fuck

also waxing!

of course he's gonna be into it

he loves the sting it leaves when you pull it off him the most

and he feels it all over again when there's red rectangular patches all across his skin the next morning

though the gluey part is a bit of a pain to wash off

sometimes he'll leave it for him to pick at throughout the day -- that way he'll get the shivers, makes him hot all over again!

he literally cannot get enough

when you do your school work or anything that diverts your attention from him, he'll be tugging at your elbow

this way you can restrain him until you're ready to ahem

put him to use

you can also use your tape to toss him around, floor to bed to floor to wherever

sometimes you even tape up his face, cover his mouth until the drool renders the tape into a thin flimsy strip

you tie his hands tighter and tighter every time, and it never breaks him

he loves it

on the other hand, yuri can be quite the slippery fuck

for emergencies, you've got some of your tape stored away

you've woken up more than once hogtied, your quirk turned against you

like it or not, yuri can easily turn the tables and you're almost never expecting it

you might have an unlimited supply, but he's too quick for your own good

Tamura – S/O's Quirk: Engine – This Quirk gives the user incredible speed by engine-like protrusions in the user's calves. The engines are fueled by orange juice, and carbonated drinks will mess the engines up.

he calls a 40 meter dash every single weekend

he sets his treadmill to train for it the whole week

but he never beats you

and it seriously pisses him off

you're always faster, no matter the game

if anything, it motivates him

he'll take the bruised ego if it helps him get into better shape

the fact that sometimes, you let him win makes his "engines" overheat faster than you can blink

he'll chase you and chase you for hours

fueled on adrenaline and testosterone, there's no way he'll tap out before you

expect a long, hard bite once he catches you

he goes absolutely animalistic

that lilt in his voice when he finally gets to sink his teeth into your shoulder, even if it's through a shirt, that doesn't matter to him

"caught you"

Jimmy – S/O's Quirk: Sugar Rush – This Quirk allows the user to become stronger and faster every 10 grams of sugar they eat for three minutes. The more the user uses this Quirk, the dumber they get.

every time he catches you snacking on a chocolate bar his whole brain turns off

he's practically jumping, the way he bounces around

waiting for you to inevitably choke slam him against the nearest surface

wall, couch, bed, anything

he likes it when you just toss him over your shoulder

even more the way your hits are harder than usual

he antagonizes you on purpose

making sure to stuff a grocery cart full of sweets he knows you like so that he can catch you snacking and make him pay through the nose

he always asks so nicely

but when you won't give in, well that just won't do!

doses your miso with sugar, drops in three extra cubes in your milk tea, encourages extra flan for dessert

for the next three minutes, you're nearly tripping over yourself

everything is lighter

and then when the crash hits---

jimmy can finally take what he wants

and karma is quite the bitch

[elyhaikyuu]

JUST A TRANSFEREE

Tsukishima Kei x OC

Chapter 2: STEALING GLANCES

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3rd Person's POV:

The boys or more like the idiots are still talking about the girl while practicing. Tsukishima was getting pissed at them since they're not really concentrating.

Daichi is also getting mad since they just lost the preliminaries last inter-high and they seemed like they already forgotten about it.

"OY, YOU GUYS!!! WHAT ARE DOING FOOLING AROUND!? RUN 20 LAPS MORE! YOU IDIOTS!" Daichi exclaimed madly.

"EHHHHH?!?!?! DAICHI-SAN!!! AREN'T YOU CURIOUS WHO'S THAT GIRL!?" Tanaka whined at his captain.

"RIGHT!!! WOULDN'T YOU WANT TO KNOW HER!? AFTER SHOYO DESCRIBED HER TO US, SHE REALLY LOOKED LIKE A GODDESS, WELL MAYBE NOT AS MUCH AS KIYOKO-SAN BUT I'M SURE SHE'S PRETTY AS HELL!!" Nishinoya said agreeing to what his pal said.

"Well, you're just imagining it yourselves so you actually don't know what she looks like you dumbass. Stop assuming things." Sugawara explained to the two.

"NOOOO!!!! SHE ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE A GODDESS SUGA-SAN!! SHE HAS A BROWN HAIR, BLUE EYES, POINTED NOSE, AND HAVE A NICE LIPS" Hinata contradicts what Sugawara said.

"WAIT!!! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HER LIPS HINATA???" Asahi said to Hinata weirdly.

"NOOO!!! IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!! IT'S JUST NOTICEABLE THAT'S ALL!!" Hinata denies.

"Ehh~ so the shrimp was a perv, eh?" Tsukishima butts in, teasing Hinata.

"TSUKISHIMA, YOU BASTARD!!!"

"Now now, let's all calm down. So Hinata, did you invite her here?" Suga said calming everyone down.

"YES!!! I ASKED HER SHE CAN COME TO THE GYM AT LUNCH BREAK IF SHE DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO" Hinata proudly said.

"EHHHH!?!?!?! YOU DID THAT?!?!?! HINATA YOU'RE AN ANGEL!!!" Tanaka said with stars in his eyes like he just hit a jackpot.

"HINATA YOU BOKE! OF COURSE SHE HAD TO HAVE SOMETHING TO DO AT LUNCH BREAK! IT'S HER FIRST DAY AFTER ALL YOU BOKE" Kageyama said to the dumbfounded Hinata.

"BUT YOU DIDN'T SAID ANYTHING WHEN I ASKED HER YOU BAKAGEYAMA!!!" Hinata said, ready to pounce at Kageyama but was stopped when Sugawara held his shirt.

"Kageyama was right Hinata. She might have friends to have lunch with." Sugawara said to Hinata.

"EHHHHH!?!?!?!?! NO WAYYYY!?!?!?!?!" The idiots exclaimed dramatically.

Tsukishima snickered at them.

'So it's about a girl this time, huh?' Tsukishima thought.

"Tsukki, aren't you curious about that girl?" Yamaguchi asked his friend.

"Nah, it's just some random girl anyway. I'm sure there's nothing special about her considering that those idiots would literally praised every girl they see." Tsukishima replied boredly.

"Well if you say so." Yamaguchi shrugged.

Akemi's POV:

I knocked on the door and a young lady opened it.

"Uhm excuse me, I'm the transferee, may I just ask what class am I in? I'm a first year student." I said, telling her who I am.

"Oh so it's you. Wait right here, I'll just get you're schedule and I'll assist you to your room." She said looking at me.

"Thank you very much." I said to her, appreciating the offer.

She got my schedule and gave it me. 'Year 1- Class 5' . So that's my class, huh. I hope that they're nice.

I followed her and stopped when I saw a music room. She must notice me stopped because she turned around to looked at me.

"Oh, do you want to join the music club? Since you just transferred, you don't have any club yet. I can sign you up if you want." She said to me.

"Oh, it's not like that. It's just I remembered something. I don't think I would join any club, miss. But thanks for your suggestion." I said to her appreciately.

"Oh, okay. But if you don't join you'll not get extra curricular activities. Well it's your choice anyway, but if you ever changed your mind, feel free to join. Now let's get going." She said trying to understand why I don't want to join any club.

We reached my class and she asked me to wait here while she knocked and talk to the teacher.

"Kakashi-sensei, here's your new student." She said to him.

"Oh okay. I'm your homeroom teacher, I'm Kakashi-sensei, you can wait here and I'll just call you." He said, introducing himself to me.

"Okay."

He went back and said some things and called me. I went inside and they instantly looked at me. I got uncomfortable with their stares so I lowered my head. I stopped next to Kakashi-sensei and introduced myself.

"Hi! I'm Kudō Akemi. I'm from America. I hope we get along."

"You can sit next to Yachi-san, Yachi-san can you raised your arm so she can know who you are." Kakashi sensei said looking at the girl.

"Ah! Hai!" She said raising her arm. She looked kinda scared.

I walked towards the chair beside her. She looked at me so I smiled at her. She returned it awkwardly.

'She looked cute' I thought.

"I'm Kudō Akemi, nice to meet you."

"I-I'm Yachi H-hitoka, n-nice to m-meet you too." She looked nervous.

"It's okay, I won't bite you." I said to her smiling.

"You looked cute Hitoka-chan, can I call you that?" I asked her.

"AH YES! I'm sorry I'm just awkward around people. And you looked so beautiful!" She said to me.

"Thank you." Smiling at her. I then looked at the front since Kakashi-sensei was discussing now.

"H-hey, d-do you want t-to eat l-lunch with me l-later?" She asked me nervously.

I turned at her and smiled.

"Of course. Thank you for inviting me!"

She then smiled at me and we both giggled. We then focused back to the discussion.

'I hope I can be friends with her!' I thought excitedly.

Tsukishima's POV:

As I walked through the corridor, I've seen a girl that fits right in Hinata's description. They're right about her looking like a goddess. She seem to notice me staring at her so I quickly looked away. Yamaguchi also notices her.

"Hey Tsukki, isn't she the one they're talking about? She really looked like a goddess." He said and it irritated me.

I didn't even know why I'm irritated, it's true though so why am I feeling this way. The hell.

Yamaguchi notice me and asked what's wrong.

"Tsukki, what's wrong? Why are you looking like that?"

"It's nothing Yamaguchi, don't mind me." I said to him pretending to not be bothered.

What is she doing to me? That damn girl, I don't even know her! Well I'll just probably forget her right?

'Yeah, I'm just acting like this because she's new.' I conviced myself.

Yamaguchi really looked concerned so I quickly walked away not before looking at her for the last time.

Akemi's POV:

I noticed a tall blonde person looking at me, but he quickly looked away.

"Ne Hitoka-chan, who is that guy? That tall blonde person?" I asked her, curiosity visible in my face.

"That's Tsukishima Kei. I don't know much about him but he's in the volleyball team." She said.

Hmm. So he's teammate with Hinata-kun.

"Why are you asking who is him? Do you have a crush on him? NOOO YOU CAN'T!!! HE'S KNOWN TO HAVE A SHARP MOUTH AKEMI-CHAN AND HE DOESN'T EVEN CARE ABOUT WOMEN!" Hitoka-chan said to me worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's not like that. I just notice him looking at us." I explained to her.

"Ohhh! He's probably looking at you! You are beautiful so I'm sure it's the reason." She said.

"It's probably not that. Your the one who said he doesn't care about women, right?"

"But I'm sure if I'm a man and I've seen a person like you, I'll also be attracted to you! You're like an angel fallen from above!" She said.

"You're just exaggerating that Hitoka-chan. Let's just finish our lunch."

"Okay."

We went back to eating and I looked at the guy for the last time before focusing to my food.

'Tsukishima Kei, eh?' I thought.

What an interesting guy.

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Thank you guys for reading! That's it for chapter 2. I hope you enjoy, lovelots❣

I also published it in wattpad, you guys can check it out if you want!

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Reciprocating Relationship: Chapter 25

A ten hour flight from Tokyo to Los Angeles is the last thing she expected to take within a few hour’s notice. She bought a one way ticket, not sure how long she would be staying in the states this time, it all depended on her former best friend. Memories of better days flood her mind, they already cut their ties, there’s no reason for her to bring him back. If only she could convince herself to just let go, if it was anyone else in the world, she could just turn the other way and continue with her life. Throwing away twelve years of her life when she was still trying to move on was simply too much for her. “Hey, you should try and get some sleep, we only have an hour before we land.” Her partner’s presence was calming and much needed at a time like this. She didn’t expect him to come with her, let alone drop all of his own obligations to travel halfway across the world. She didn’t even ask him, he was the one to start looking at tickets as soon as she was off the phone with Rikou. When she questioned him on it, he just smiled and said he actually planned on taking her on a trip to America during the break anyways. “I can’t sleep.” “I’m sure he’s fine.” “He’s not the reckless type…” “You’ve just never seen this side of him.” “It’s like I don’t even know him anymore… we’re supposed to be best friends…” “You know where he is though.” “I do…” “What is it?” “Look Shinichi, I really appreciate you being here with me, but… I don’t think you should be there when I see him.” “You don’t want me there.” “No, I don’t think I do.” Despite telling him she didn’t want him there, she knows he’s still going to follow her. At least he’s smart enough to stay far enough away to give her some privacy. It’s odd to leave the snow covered city trading it for the sunny skies in California. She takes the long way to the cemetery, it’s been almost a year since her last visit. She sees the sunflowers first, those were always her favorite. Her eyes find his next, neither of them speak, he offers her a drink— sherry her poison of choice ever since that fateful day. She grabs the bottle from him taking a large swig. They stay silent as they pass the bottle back and forth until it’s empty. “Why did you come here Ryu?” “Because, it’s where you go whenever you’re upset.” “But it’s not, it hasn’t been in years. Think about it, when was the last time I went to Akemi for comfort?” “We were here just last year for the anniversary.” “We were, but we’re here every year.” “Shiho…” “Every time I’ve been upset for the past five years, I’ve gone to you. I stopped coming here, because of you, I had you to turn to.” “... where did we go wrong?” She doesn’t answer him, she doesn't know how to. What was the answer? The beginning? When he left for Japan? The day she met Shinichi? The day he made her choose where her loyalty lies? He should’ve known better than to trust her with his heart, she can barely keep her own from falling. If she had known talking to a little boy during her first day of kindergarten would lead them here, she’s not sure she would make the same decision if she could start all over. “Can we go back Shiho? Do you think we have a chance at healing?” “Do you even want to?” “Why wouldn’t I?” “I can’t give you what you ask for. Could you live with that?” “To have you back in my life, yes.” “You didn’t even last a day.” “I wasn’t thinking straight.” “What’s changed since then? I love you Ryu, but I’m not in love with you and I can’t pretend to be.” “You can’t even try…” “You won’t want me to. I haven’t been completely honest with you…” For the second time in her life, she tells the story of how a weak young girl was tricked by a man twice her age. How she was played based on her attachment to parents she never had the chance to know. She was broken from the start, there was no running from fate, no matter how much she tried. She waits for his judgment, he doesn’t hold back, he reacts exactly as she expects— she knows him too well. “You lied to me..."

full chapter available on ao3 <3

[presumenothing]

modus tollens

rather different to my usual fare, so a note: i literally wrote this from 2-3am this morning after the idea came out of nowhere and refused to let me sleep, so it is 100% (a) an unedited mess of incoherent tenses, and (b) absolutely not as well researched as it should be, specifically wrt culture/religion/canon etc. just let me get this out there so i can go back to writing crack kthx

“Can I ask you something, professor?”

Agasa hums as he lights the last Obon lantern – not from his recent variety of exploding ones, thankfully. “You know you always can, Ai-kun.”

…well, she does, but still. It’s a sensitive topic, even if he’s among the few least likely to be offended by it. “Do you – really believe? In all this?”

(Honestly it’s not even the first time she’s thought to ask it, just the first that she actually has. 

Not that Ai’s ever been prone to superstition, but there had been no sense either in risking whatever little luck they had back when they’d really needed it. A rational choice: Pascal’s wager 101.)

To his credit Agasa-hakase actually stops what he’s doing to consider the question properly. It’s one thing that she still appreciates about him above all the other adults; while she knows that at least some of Division One (Takagi-keiji, if no one else) started suspecting her true age after they found out about Kudo-kun, it hasn’t really stopped them treating her like she’s actually eight.

(There’s also Mouri-san and the others, of course, but seeing as she’s quite the same age or older than them it doesn’t particularly count.

Not that she minds the kiddy privileges where she can get them, really, and not like she’d ask anyone else this anyway, so it’s nothing more than a matter of principle.)

“On the whole I’d say I do,” Agasa answers thoughtfully as he puts the lighter away back on one of the higher shelves – frankly speaking even Genta-kun would probably know better than to play with it, but always better safe than sorry. “My parents might’ve been eccentric, but they were pretty conventional about some things. Which makes me quite old-fashioned, I suppose, but I don’t see why I shouldn’t. What about you, Ai-kun?”

Ai scrunches her nose slightly, though she suspects the effect isn’t quite as fetching on her as it is on Ayumi-chan. “It’s unscientific. Not falsifiable.”

“That’s surprisingly Popperian of you,” Agasa comments with a chuckle, because despite what Kudo-kun sometimes thinks the professor actually reads all those books on his shelves, including the philosophy of science ones. Even if he mostly subscribes to the Mythbusters side of things, where contraptions blowing up in your face? Totally fine as long as you were writing it down.

“Mark me philosophical, then,” Ai says dryly, and leaves it at that.

Except she doesn’t, not really, because she thinks of it again few days later, sitting amongst the Detective Boys in the Kudo mansion’s living room and listening to the clatter of Kudo-kun and Mouri-san preparing something in the kitchen – and no doubt Mouri the elder is glad to have them gone from his.

She highly doubts the DB are old enough to have thought of the question yet, and she already knows Mouri Ran believes even if she isn’t overtly religious about it. Kudo-kun is more of a question mark; he frowned at his fortunes (still always worse than either hers or Mouri-san’s) during every shrine visit, and she’d heard about that time Hattori-kun’s omamori shielded him from a knife (even if she’d had a hard time believing it).

But despite all that she isn’t really sure if he believes in the divine variety of supernatural any more than she does – because everything she’d said that day had been true, as it often is.

For most of her life Shiho had been… agnostic, she supposes would be the word for it. Religion did not intersect with her work and so she didn’t think of it, save the occasional (and by definition unfalsifiable) immortality myth and the omamoris that Akemi-neechan insisted on giving her the first time they met every year, after she came back from the States.

(Sometimes she had set those by the framed photo on her desk and sometimes she wondered what Akemi-neechan prayed for at the shrine on her behalf: Shiho would have picked her work but she didn’t think that was the case.)

And then everything had happened, and she’d understood with sudden clarity how people would turn to such nebulous concepts in search of solace from catastrophe.

But she couldn’t and didn’t – it was difficult to find faith in something bigger when you knew down to the molecule what lay behind the order of things, and even otherwise a world ruled by sentience instead of quantum luck should have taken her, not Akemi-neechan.

It was unfalsifiable either way but she was the one left, and so instead of not believing she chose to believe not.

(The lab had caught fire with her photos and a latchbox of omamoris still inside but she was safe for a certain value of the word, and later she’d think that perhaps that’d been her last bit of given luck gone, had been what Akemi-neechan wished for her all along.)

Yet sitting here in this sunlit room Ai finds suddenly that she believes: just in seventeen-going-seven detectives who believed they could do anything – in human personifications of protection who saved you from bullets and could probably catch one if she tried.

The Organisation had gone down; the bullets astray. It could be falsified but it hadn’t yet been.

Scientific enough to believe in, Ai thinks as she watches the two balance trays in (one more precariously than the other) and join them at the table, and wonders if Akemi-neechan would mind her lighting a candle to that.

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(AO3)

i literally still don’t know where this came from but 80% chance says this spirited away fic (and 20% says read it anyway) 

[mewtonian-physics]

Top 5 Anime Characters

ltagged by @paralllaxes (thank you! ^-^)

rules: list your five favorite anime characters and then tag five other people

okay, let’s see! I want to go in reverse order... oh, but just choosing five is so hard, ahaha. Ummm...

5. Miki Sayaka (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Sayaka, Sayaka, Sayaka. I love her! From her bold personality to her musical theme, everything about her is just so much fun! And that one scene with Elsa Maria... gives me chills every time. I may or may not have learned to play her theme songs. I had to do it.

4. Akemi Homura (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Homura-chaaaaaaan, why are you so cool? The mysterious transfer student who’s quite literally from Madoka’s dreams, Homura's quite possibly the most intriguing character of the series. She’s got a lot of facets to her and I love them all. Plus, look at that hair. L’oreal, because Madoka is worth it...

3. Asuka Langley Soryu (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Asuka! My girl! With her fiery personality and equally fiery hair, I can’t lie--she basically showed up on screen and immediately grabbed my attention. Later on, though, was when I really got attached to her. Watching the amount of pain she went through and her desperate need to be seen... oh, yeah. Attack my emotions like that and there’s no way I can escape.

2. Mihael ‘Mello’ Keehl (Death Note)

Mello... how do I possibly explain this. He’s really relatable, okay? With a taste for leather and for chocolate, a writing habit, some emotional issues, and a massive inferiority complex, uh, well, color me attached. Really attached. But if you follow this blog you’ve probably figured that out by now. It’s hard not to love someone who I can relate so much to, even though as a person, he’s pretty awful... Mello, please stop killing people. It’s really weird to say I relate to a mafia boss, isn’t it...

1. L Lawliet (Death Note)

That’s right, it’s the frog detective we all know and love! I freely admit it, from the absolute moment he showed up on my screen I pretty much knew I was going to love him, and the more he did, the more obvious it became. I’m such a sucker for the genius detective archetype, particularly the ‘odd’ ones(Sherlock Holmes, Edogawa Ranpo(the BSD edition, not the real-life one, haha), that frog right there...). It’s been that way ever since I was young and I doubt it’s going to stop any time soon, to be honest. Mello sort of snuck up on me in terms of appreciation, but L was like a punch to the face. ‘You will appreciate this character!’

Again, he’s... not that great a person, but I love him anyway. 

Plus, he’s relatable too... he acts... so much like me... this is why I armchair diagnose him... but this isn’t the time to be dying on any hills. I have people to tag!

@shadows-in-the-light-of-day @daughter-of-gray @kira-sucks-lawlipops@bananatrashsenpai @lowkeylightyagami 

Again, only if you guys want to, of course ^-^

[richincolor]

Everyone, please welcome debut author Janelle Milanes to Rich in Color! Janelle’s book, THE VICTORIA IN MY HEAD, came out yesterday:

Victoria Cruz inhabits two worlds: In one, she is a rock star, thrashing the stage with her husky voice and purple-streaked hair. In the other, currently serving as her reality, Victoria is a shy teenager with overprotective Cuban parents, who sleepwalks through her life at the prestigious Evanston Academy. Unable to overcome the whole paralyzing-stage-fright thing, Victoria settles for living inside her fantasies, where nothing can go wrong and everything is set to her expertly crafted music playlists.

But after a chance encounter with an unattainably gorgeous boy named Strand, whose band seeks a lead singer, Victoria is tempted to turn her fevered daydreams into reality. To do that, she must confront her insecurities and break away from the treadmill that is her life. Suddenly, Victoria is faced with the choice of staying on the path she’s always known and straying off-course to find love, adventure, and danger.

From debut author Janelle Milanes comes a hilarious and heartfelt tale of the spectacular things that can happen when you go after what you really want.

We’re thrilled to have Janelle here to talk about her new book. Once you’ve finished reading the interview, don’t forget to enter the giveaway! It is open to both U.S. and international readers.

Both you and Victoria are Cuban-American. How have your experiences growing up as a second-generation Latina influenced Victoria’s character? What is her relationship like with her family?

There’s an added layer of pressure that I felt growing up as a second-generation Latina. In the book I wrote that you feel like you’re playing catch-up with everyone else, and I think that holds true. Because I didn’t necessarily start with the same advantages as a lot of my peers, my family made additional sacrifices so I could succeed in the future. In my case, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of those sacrifices in everything I did. There’s this idea that you have to do “better” than your parents, whatever that might mean. After all, if you waste your life away, what was the point? Why did they give up everything to come to this country? That was my mindset, at least, while I was growing up. It makes for a volatile, stressed out teenager. Victoria’s family didn’t just want her to meet the same expectations as the elite, they wanted her to surpass them.

Victoria clashes with her parents quite a bit throughout the story. It was important to me that I made her parents sympathetic and showed that their point of view was just as valid as Victoria’s. They expect things from their daughter, but they ultimately want her to find happiness. The problem is that Victoria and her parents have different, conflicting ideas of where happiness comes from. I think that’s a common immigrant mentality as well–the practical notion of happiness as stability. The problem is when stability becomes monotony, which it did for Victoria. She finds herself craving the opposite of what her parents feel is right for her.

Tell us more about Victoria’s school and why you decided to have her attend the Evanston Academy.

Evanston is made up of a very privileged, elite student body. These kids grew up with the assumption that they can do whatever they like in life–unlike Victoria, who doubts herself and her abilities at every turn. I wanted to turn up the pressure on poor Victoria as much as possible so she’s getting it not only from her family, but she’s surrounded by it all day every day.

Toward the end of high school, I was given the chance to attend a renowned college prep school on scholarship. I had always considered myself an intelligent person, but when I started this school I realized I was now playing in an entirely different league. I was coming in as a total rookie. From that point on, my life revolved around work and college. I worked my butt off to stay afloat and it took a toll on my emotional well-being, like it did for Victoria. It was challenging, but looking back, I’m grateful I had the chance to get that education. I can appreciate it in retrospect, as lost as I had felt in the moment.

Strand sounds like he could be a fun character. What can you tell us about him and his relationship to Victoria?

Victoria is immediately attracted to Strand as soon as she lays eyes on him. He’s such a departure from her carefully curated world and the people she’s used to being around. I think Victoria is intrigued by Strand because he appears to be the opposite of her shy, neurotic, sheltered self. She lacks the confidence to make a move on him, so she decides to wave him off as cocky and annoying instead. A lot of their story involves Strand chipping away at the wall she puts up between them. I had so much fun writing all their sexual tension that eventually gives way to a close, personal connection.

You have a Spotify playlist for THE VICTORIA IN MY HEAD. What about the book did you want to capture in those songs? Which songs are your favorite?

It’s a rock-focused playlist because I liked the juxtaposition of this seemingly quiet girl who, on the inside, is all crashing drums and thrashing guitars. I put a lot of work into picking the songs that went into Victoria’s playlist. Every song fits the chapter with which it’s paired, so you have the option of listening along while you read.

My favorite songs would have to be Mitski’s “Your Best American Girl”, because it captures the idea of straddling two cultures and trying to fit this American ideal. The song also has a raw, authentic feel that I just love. I also have a fondness for “Debaser” by the Pixies. It’s so wild and nonsensical and fun.

If you could be in a rock band, which role would you want to have?

I can totally see the appeal of being a lead singer (assuming, in this hypothetical, that I could actually sing!) I am a bad ass lip syncher in the privacy of my bedroom. But if I’m being semi-realistic, I think I’d be better suited for something like bass guitar. I could be the mysterious bass player who’s in it purely for the music.

THE VICTORIA IN MY HEAD is your debut novel. What has surprised you most about gearing up for your release date?

What’s surprised me most is how slow the publishing process moves. I wrote Victoria years ago at this point and have written two other unpublished books in the meantime (one of those will come out in 2018!) It feels strange to revisit these characters after having had so much time and distance from them. I didn’t realize how much I missed them!

What 2017 books by or about people of color or people from First/Native Nations are you looking forward to reading? Which ones would you recommend to our followers?

A recent read I’d recommend is WHEN DIMPLE MET RISHI by Sandhya Menon. It’s a thoroughly charming romantic comedy about two Indian-American teens whose parents conspire to arrange their marriage. I also read all of Jenny Han’s books, because she’s fantastic.

As for books I’m looking forward to reading? So. Many. I’ve had very little time to read lately, but currently on my 2017 TBR list is THE FIRST RULE OF PUNK by Celia C. Pérez, STARFISH by Akemi Dawn Bowman, and THE EDUCATION OF MARGOT SANCHEZ by Lilliam Rivera. Oh, and THEY BOTH DIE AT THE END by Adam Silvera. Oh, oh, and SAINTS AND MISFITS by S.K. Ali! Okay, I’ll stop now…

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I hope readers will really connect to Victoria–particularly the daydreamers who spend a lot of time living in their imaginations. (Honestly, it’s usually more fun in there anyway.) But I do hope THE VICTORIA IN MY HEAD will inspire people to pursue their happiness in the present moment while trusting that the future will take care of itself. It’s an important lesson, and one I’m still working on every day.

Janelle Milanes is originally from Miami, FL and received her BA in English Literature from Davidson College. A lifelong YA addict, she moved to New York for her first job as a children’s literature associate at Simon & Schuster.

For the past five years, Janelle has worked as a teacher and librarian throughout the New York City area. THE VICTORIA IN MY HEAD is her first novel and reflects many of her own experiences growing up as a second-generation Latina in America.

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Oh my god, dude.... Soul mate ask... Can I ask for 23 KaiShi (I'm so in love with this pairing, you've ruined me.)

(soulmate AU prompts)

regret nothing until it is too late, then regret e v e r y t h i n g

this turned out more ai-centric than anything else lmao, mea culpa. scenes not in chronological order, will probably rework/expand later bc i feel

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23. the one where once you meet your soulmate, it’s physically uncomfortable to be apart from them for too long.

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v.

In most regards, Ai supposes, she could have done worse than having the Kaitou Kid as her soulmate.

It might’ve been Edogawa instead, for starters, and while that isn’t in itself a problem it’d still mean seeing more dead bodies than she really cares for.

(Though if Kuroba tries to talk her into moving to Ekoda again, Ai isn’t going to be responsible for what she does in response.

It’s mostly his fault that they ever met anyway, so as far as she’s concerned he can either move to Beika or deal with the consequences.)

iv.

Shiho has never put much stock in the concept of soulmates.

She’s well-acquainted with the scientific evidence, obviously. Extensive research in the field continues to be ethically controversial, but studies have sufficiently demonstrated the correlation between separating certain pairs of people for extended periods of time and the associated physiological effects: increased heart rate, shallow respiration, heightened levels of cortisol. The evidence is convincing, though the particulars differ, and no rigorous theory of the bond has been developed thus far.

What she questions are the psychological effects people often discuss. Nothing ludicrously precise as telepathy – those claims had been thoroughly debunked in the ‘80s, even if urban legends still circulated to this day – but instead a whole host of subtler effects, with the most commonly cited one being empathy connected to strong feelings.

It seems fallacious, though, to assume that such a bond would entail any emotional connection, beyond the effects of cognitive dissonance working to smooth over a relationship enforced by proximity.

At any rate, as far as Shiho’s concerned, her soulmate – if she has one, since the conditions make it difficult to conclusively prove whether or not every individual has a soulmate – is better off staying away from her, for both their sakes. The last thing she needs is to be bound down geographically, let alone to any single individual, and unless her hypothetical soulmate is in the Organisation as well she doesn’t see how the situation can be tenable anyway.

(She rarely spends time around people anyway, so it’s not like it matters all that much, really.)

iii.

If nothing else, being an elementary schooler means that people assume by default that she hasn’t really thought much about the concept of soulmates yet, let alone had a chance to meet her own.

Ai is more than fine with that. She still believes that the entire phenomenon of soulmates is more trouble than it’s worth, and becoming Haibara Ai has only served to further cement that opinion, if anything.

(The professor had asked her about it once, near the beginning, followed a few days later by Edogawa when he’d stopped tiptoeing around her like a bomb set to explode at any moment. The detective hadn’t bothered couching it as an indirect question, of course, but she understood the intent all the same, as well as their relief when she’d answered in the negative.

You couldn’t very well sever a bond with just a change of name, after all, and Edogawa is very fortunate that Mouri Ran isn’t his soulmate, because there wouldn’t have been any hiding from that.)

ii.

Akemi doesn’t share her opinions, of course.

Shiho watches her sister talk animatedly over dinner, eyes alight with excitement, about an old school friend of hers who’d just found her soulmate, and wonders if she should hope for Akemi to find her own as well.

(Sometimes, she wishes that she’d thought to ask.)

i.

Ayumi and the others are chatting about soulmates during lunch break one day, Edogawa chiming in every now and then with the occasional correction when their chatter veers too far from the facts, when Genta asks, “How d’you even know so much about soulmates anyway, Conan-kun?”

Edogawa laughs in the way he does whenever he’s trying to redirect someone’s attention. “Ah, Ran-neechan and Sonoko-neechan talk a lot about it, that’s all!”

The kids nod, satisfied by this answer, but it’s like a switch flicks on in Ai’s mind – because Genta has a point, and Ai can’t believe she hasn’t noticed it before.

She knows almost everything Edogawa has mentioned so far, that much is true, but that’s largely because she’d just about gone through the existing literature with a fine-toothed comb to check for anything that could potentially interfere with the apoptoxin’s effects.

Even so, Edogawa’s mentioned details that even Ai herself isn’t aware of, and while she can testify to the fact that teenagers talk incessantly about the possibility of meeting their soulmates, as far as she knows neither Mouri nor Suzuki have found theirs yet.

She does at least wait until they’re out of the Detective Boys’ earshot before asking the increasingly apparent question. “You do have a soulmate, don’t you, Edogawa-kun?”

He’s clearly prepared for it, though, because he doesn’t even hesitate before answering. “I told you, Ran’s not my soulmate.”

…Edogawa is a terrible liar. Nevertheless, Ai looks away, pretending to drop the subject as she thinks – it has to be someone in the know, and the answer is startlingly obvious once she thinks about it.

Ai can feel herself smirking. She can’t help it. “So, how is it, having Hattori-kun as a soulmate?”

That makes Edogawa choke on the orange juice he’s drinking, which is all the confirmation she needs. Serves him right for forgetting that he’s not the only one capable of detective work here, Ai thinks with vindictive satisfaction.

(Then, of course, Ayumi manages to convince her to attend a Kid heist less a week later, and – well.

Ai believes in karma even less than she does soulmates, but the irony is almost enough to convince her otherwise.)

0.

The rooftop is freezing.

It’s not snowing, at least, but the gusts of biting wind aren’t much of an improvement.

Today’s heist is the third she’s attended so far, though Ayumi had still been surprised when Ai said that she was planning on coming along – she’d promptly proceeded to power excitedly through the afternoon’s classroom cleaning, dragging the boys along in her wake.

(Ai had ignored Edogawa’s obviously amused glances all the way to the heist site. His deductions aren’t completely off-track, after all, since she is developing an interest in Kid, if not for the reasons he apparently assumes.

It’s not at all surprising for an elementary schooler to be a Kid fangirl, after all, and Ai’s been careful to cultivate her attention gradually enough to avoid suspicion.

At any rate, it’s almost a blessing in disguise that Ai’s bonded to one of the few people even less likely than herself to want a soulmate known. Kid, at least, might not have enemies that would cheerfully take a soulmate ransom if given the chance, but Ai isn’t planning on taking risks either way.)

She tightens the scarf around her neck, grateful that she’d thought to dress in warmer clothing today, and tries to occupy her thoughts with figuring out whether she can gauge Kid’s proximity from how she’s feeling.

As a distraction from the weather, it’s resoundingly unsuccessful, but her mental map narrows abruptly just as Kid slips through the roof access door, jams the lock firmly closed, and turns towards her.

(His cape flares dramatically with the motion. Ai gives him an unimpressed look.)

“Good evening, ojousan.” The magician doesn’t sound surprised, but that means little for someone who isn’t fazed by Edogawa’s soccer missiles. “Should I assume that your presence means what I believe it does?”

“I certainly hope so,” Ai says, her tone perhaps more curt than the situation calls for, but she’s been waiting for a long time and it is cold. “You might not agree, but I’d hate to be stuck with someone of subpar intelligence.”

Amusement flickers across Kid’s expression. “That’s a tall order, but I’ll do my best. Does tantei-kun know?”

It’s a question Ai expects, so her answer comes readily enough. “I haven’t told anyone, but I’d give it three weeks at most before he figures it out, though the sheer unlikelihood of this situation might throw him off for a while longer. Either way, I don’t have any plans to assist Edogawa-kun in catching you with this, to answer your actual question.”

“The inadmissibility of soulmate bonds as evidence in court notwithstanding, I suppose?” Kid asks lightly, and Ai shrugs. It’s not like either of them actually believe that the detective would do anything based on such a tenuous thing without amassing further evidence, anyway.

“If you get caught on your own, that’s frankly none of my business,” she replies blithely, crossing her arms. “Though at least you’d have a regular visitor in prison, if that’s any consolation.”

Kid hums noncommittally as he holds tonight’s heist target up to the moonlight. “Not that I wouldn’t appreciate the company, hypothetically speaking, but if you could consider bringing chocolate?”

Ai raises an eyebrow – she hadn’t pegged the magician to be a chocoholic, though perhaps she should have, assuming that he kept up an active civilian life alongside his night persona – when there’s the recognisable crackle of Edogawa’s shoes powering up in the near distance.

Kid somehow manages to cross the span of the rooftop in the few seconds it takes for a soccer ball to force the door open, revealing Edogawa behind it, dart watch already aimed and ready to fire.

Before the detective can say anything, though, Kid smirks visibly under the shadow of his hat and speaks, loud enough to be heard over the wind even from several metres away. “Looks like you got beaten to the punch this time, tantei-kun!”

Edogawa glances over at her in disbelief, though his watch doesn’t waver from its target. “Haibara? How’d you manage to get up here so quickly?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, meitantei-san?” Ai quips right back, already turning to leave. “I’d be more worried about your quarry getting away if I were you, though.”

The detective blanches at the reminder and turns back immediately, but Ai doesn’t need to look over her shoulder to know that Kid’s used the distraction to slip away – on his glider, probably, from the vague sense of steadily increasing distance between them.

She tucks her hands back into the welcome warmth of her coat pockets as she glances up anyway, her gaze tracking the white triangle across the night sky.

“Better luck next time, Edogawa-kun,” Ai says with a complete lack of sincerity, and leaves him alone on the rooftop, staring after her in confusion.

(She doesn’t miss the smooth edges of a card in her right pocket, of course, but waits until Agasa fetches them home before taking it out.

Black ink stands out starkly against the plain rectangle even in the dim moonlight – one sentence followed by a Kid caricature:

Don’t be a stranger! O_^

Ai rolls her eyes – if Kid is actually expecting her to follow him across town he’s got another think coming – before putting the card away in her top drawer and locking it.

The feeling from earlier is faint now, not registering as discomfort so much as an indefinable pressure, but as far as she can tell, Kid has mostly stopped moving some considerable distance away, though she can’t pick out the direction he’s in.

The scientist in Ai is increasingly tempted to study the boundaries of this, now that she has herself as an immediately accessible test subject, but she contents herself with the one experiment she can run immediately.

Ai silences her other thoughts as completely as she can, and focuses her mind on one sentence.

Don’t leave your heist targets with me, Ai thinks, emphatically, with all the annoyed exasperation the sentiment deserves.

She’s fully planning to drop the jewel in Edogawa’s school satchel once she gets the chance, obviously – no one needs to know that it was in her left pocket at some point, and it wouldn’t be the first time a heist target has been returned to Nakamori-keibu via detective.

But still. It’s the principle of the matter, and if Ai has no choice but to attend Kid heists regularly now she’s going to do it on her own terms.)

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(“Are you alright, Kaito-bocchama?” Jii asks in concern when Kaito shivers, and he can only shrug cluelessly in response – the Blue Parrot is warm, the chocolate in his mug more so.

None of it explains why he’d felt a sudden chill down his spine, unless Akako is up to something again.

Kaito really hopes she isn’t.)