#changed her nameee

[siya-sayani]

how have you been?

padhai kaisi ho rahi?

Yooooo I was kinda skeptical if it's my chhotiiii but yes I'm sure nowww it's uuuuu paglu could have DM'd meeeee

[sunnyangy]

Could you do a windbreaker bois (umemiya, suo, ren kaji, nirei, your choice) x Reader.

Reader and kotoha were out for drinks (aged up ofc) but reader gets drunk so kotoha calls character to pick her up. Reader doesn't recognize him when he arrives at first but recognizes him by his smell and clings onto him like 'your smell...' and character's like. 'Huh? Wht smell??'

Love your writings btw(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Drunk love 🍃

- Umemiya, Sakura, Nirei, Suo, Kaji.

- Umemiya 🌱

Umemiya felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, as he was making dinner in his kitchen. He took it out and looks at who’s calling, raising an eyebrow. He saw Kotoha was calling, and picked up without a second thought.

« Hiii Kotohaaa ! what’s up ? »

« Umemiya, you better come pick up your girl right now. She’s doing a karaoke without any music or whatever. Come. pick. her. up. »

« …. Alright alright, I’ll be right there »

He said with a laugh, before putting his phone back in his pocket and taking off his apron. He rushed to the café, opening the door quickly as he looked inside. He saw his girlfriend in the middle of the room, dancing and singing alone. He laughed slightly and approached you. Kotoha looked relieved, as she was behind the counter, drying up some glasses. Ume approached you by behind, gently sliding his hands on your waist to get you close to him and prevent you from moving around.

« Hey angel, you seem pretty tipsy.. Let’s go home, mh ? »

You got startled, stopping your movements as you felt unknown arms around you. But as the person clang more onto you, you recognized a rather familiar smell. But you couldn’t really pinpoint what you knew about it.

« W-Who are youuuu ?.. »

You asked as you turned around and looked up to him. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the handsome man in front of you.

« Ohhh excuse me sirrrr what’s your nameee ? »

He laughed as he understood you were too tipsy to even recognize him. He grabbed your cheeks, lowering close to your face.

« I’m Hajime, your lovely boyfriend, darling. »

Your eyes seemed to widen as you laughed and fell in his arms, just letting him hug you and carry you.

« Your smellll.. Aah yeah it’s youuuu !.. »

« Uh ? what smell ? »

« Smell like.. plaaaants.. »

He laughed at your comment, hugging you with great care and lovingly. He helped you get back home safely, and even stayed the night with you to ensure you’d sleep well.

- Sakura 🌼

Sakura was alone in his house doing nothing special when his phone rang. He took it in his hand, seeing it was apparently a call from « Kotohaaaa ☕️ ». He sighed as it annoyed him to have those weird names, as he wasn’t the one that had put them in his phone, and he didn’t even know how to change it. And when he wanted to pick up, he slid on the wrong button and accidentally hung up. He screamed of frustration as he bit his fist, struggling to call Kotoha back. But finally, he managed to click on her profile and call her.

« What ? why are you calling me ?. »

He said in a stern and annoyed voice. But in the background, he could her some loud sobs, but a bit muffled by the phone.

« Please Sakura, come pick up your girl.. She’s wasted. »

She said with a sigh, almost begging him to come. At first, Sakura didn’t want to, but after long minutes of Kotoha insisting and promising him some omurice, he gave in. He slowly made his way over to the café, his hands in his pockets as he opened the door with his shoulders. He already could hear sobs, and he saw you, on one of the couches, laying down as you cried and babbled out to Kotoha. She looked exhausted, just nodding at whatever you said. Sakura approached you, sighing. He crouched next to you, and with a gentle move, he tucked away a strand of your hair. He wasn’t usually this gentle, but seeing his girlfriend cry tugged at his heartstrings.

« … Hey love.. Are you okay ?.. »

You could only look at him and babble some more words, that he didn’t understand. So instead, he pulled you against him. He held you close, a hand on your back and the other in the back of your head. He kept quiet, letting you calm down. And it was working. When your voice got less shaky, he heard two words get out of your mouth.

« Your smell.. »

He looked up to you, raising an eyebrow.

« Whats with my smell ?! Are you saying I stink ?! I come to here to pick you up when you’re drunk and the only thing you find to say is that I stink ?? »

He said aggressively. But when your only answer was to grab his cheeks and press your lips flush against his, all of his face went red. And I mean RED. He almost choked on your lips, needing a moment to calm down as it was his turn to babble. You just laughed at his reaction, as he went quiet and picked you up. He brought you home like a princess, as you kept grabbing and smelling the vest of his uniform.

- Nirei ☀️

Nirei was in his room just writing down some notes in his notebook, about some new members of the gang. His phone was silent, and when he checked it, he saw that he had over 10 missed calls from Kotoha. The poor boy’s heart raced, as he full blown panicked, knowing his girlfriend was with her in town. He quickly called her back, standing up immediately as he almost tripped in the sheets of his fūton. He ran down his stairs, putting his shoes as fast as he could and grabbed his vest. Kotoha finally picked up, but before she could even get a word out, Nirei shouted.

« IS SHE OKAY ?? WHAT’S WRONG ?? »

« …. Calm down Nirei, she’s okay.. She just drank too much, and now sh- »

« I’LL BE RIGHT THERE !! »

Luckily, you had told him where you were going, so he knew just where to go. He ran down the streets, arriving to the location in a record time. He was out of his breath, but relieved to be here. When he entered, his eyes darted all around the room, before they finally landed on you. You were next to Kotoha, resting your head on your arms on the table, your hair in a bun. He approached you, putting a hand on your head.

« She fell asleep.. Could you bring her back home ? »

« Sure !! Sure I’ll take her home ! Count on me ! »

Kotoha helped him get you on his back, as he held your thighs with your arms around his neck. He thanked Kotoha, and started walking back towards your home. And poor Nirei, he wasn’t as strong as his friends. He struggled during the whole walk, because carrying a human isn’t easy you know. He always had to place his hands again to make sure you wouldn’t fall. Until when you were almost home, he felt you hum against his neck, nuzzling against his back.

« Mhhh.. your smell.. »

« … My smell ?? what’s with my smell? »

« You smell.. like my boyfriend.. I love my boyfriend you know.. He’s the best… Where’s my boyfriend ?.. »

But he didn’t get time to answer you before you fell back asleep against him. He continued to carry you, up to your room. He had a smile stuck on his face, as he gently placed you on your bed, but also collapsed on top of you, sighing with how bad his arms hurt. He put his face in your neck, holding you like a pillow as he closed his eyes.

« I’m right here cupcake.. I’m here.. always.. »

He gently kissed your neck, caressing your arms up and down, before falling asleep over you, holding you dearly against him.

- Suo 🪭

Suo was out in town, shopping around when his phone vibrated in his vest. He stopped in his tracks, pulling it out. He raised an eyebrow, as it wasn’t usual that Kotoha called him. He answered, putting his phone up to his ear.

« Hello Kotoha ? Is everything okay ? »

« Hey Suo, I’m just calling you because I’m out with your girl, you know, we got some drinks and all.. Aaaand she got a bit too much, and now she.. she’s asking me some.. philosophical questions ??.. I have to go back to work soon, sooo I was wondering if yo could come pick her up ? »

« …. She is drunk ?.. Ohhh god.. Okay, send me the address, I’ll be there soon. I’m in town already anyways. »

As Suo received the address, he quickly went over. Kotoha and you were outside. He approached you two, and you looked over at him. He could see the confusion in your eyes, as you stared at him.

« Hey princess, recognize me ? »

He asked you with a laugh, feeling his heart warming up by seeing your eyes darting around at his features. You reached your hands to touch his cheeks.

« Youuuu.. Why do you have an eye patch ? Where do you buy your earrings ? Ohhh and why is your hair reeeed ?.. You know here they serve some good drinks !.. You should try oneeee !.. »

Suo just laughed, pulling you close to him as he kept a hand in the back of your head. He looked at Kotoha, giving her a silent thanks with his eyes. He quickly waved her bye as she quickly went back to her café. But he stayed in place with you in his arms, and looked down at you while caressing your hair.

« Mhhh.. Your smell.. Suoooo.. Youuuu ! You are my boyfrieeeend !! I’m so luuuuuckyyyy ! »

Suo laughed even more, petting your cheek with his thumb. He always found you adorable, even when you were drunk. He bent down and quickly kissed you, keeping his lips pressed on yours in order to keep you quiet.

« Alright, you’re ready to go ? »

You started walking next to him, as he held your hand. But during the whole walk, you kept and kept talking, asking him questions.

« Why do you love meee ? Do you still love me ?? Where are we going ? Hey Suooo do you think alien exists ? Ohhh there was this dress I wanted to buy.. Should I buy it ??.. Aaaaaand.. »

And, you continued to talk to him without stopping. He just looked in front of him, holding your hand tightly. You were quite talkative when drunk, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

- Kaji 🍭

Kaji was in his room playing some games on his phone, his headset on his ears. But right in the middle of his game, the screen changed and displayed an incoming call from Kotoha. Kaji gritted his teeth, knowing his game just got interrupted, meaning he would get disconnected. He took a second to try and seem calm, before picking up.

« HELLO ?? WHAT DO YOU WANT ?! »

« … Kaji, please take off your headset. Please. »

Kaji stayed silent for a moment, before sighing and putting it back around his neck.

« Done. Why are you calling me right now ? It’s fucking 11:23pm ! »

« Calm down. It’s about your girl. »

« .. My girl ? What’s wrong with her ? »

He heard Kotoha sigh, before she started talking again.

« She’s wasted. Come get her, she’s asking for you. »

Kaji pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, sighing loudly.

« Fine, i’ll come. »

He hung up, as he sighed AGAIN. He stood up, putting a sweater on and his headset back on his ears. He made sure to take a good supply of lollipops, and put one in his mouth already before leaving. He made his way towards your location, hands in his pockets. He came in the bar, and quickly spotted you. He came over to the table and looked at you, his voice stern.

« Come on babe, let’s go. »

But you didn’t seem to pick up on his words, just looking at the bottom of your glass. You held the bottom of your skirt, rubbing your feet together. His eyebrow raised, recognizing some sort of.. behavior in you. He bent down, putting a hand on your nape.

« Sweetheart. I said let’s go. Get up. »

But you slowly felt some fragrance reach up to your nose, filling your nostrils. You knew this odor too well. Your boyfriend’s scent. You raised your head, finally noticing him.

« Mhh.. Your smell.. »

« Finally, miss is getting out of her thoughts. Let’s go, I won’t say it again. »

You simply nodded, grabbing his hand and quickly waving to Kotoha before leaving. But as you were walking in the streets, he felt that you were kind of nervous, blushing, stumbling around slightly. And you were staring at him. He noticed all of your glances towards him, he noticed the way you bit your lips. He noticed how your eyes traveled all over his body.

« … My miss is a horny drunk mh ? I see the way you’re eating me up with your eyes sweetheart. »

You giggled, blushing as you leaned towards him, trying to steal a kiss. But he flicked his fingers over your forehead, smirking as he continued to walk.

« Be patient doll, I won’t leave you in this state. I promise. »

My exams are almost finished ! I only have one test left at the end of the week, and then I’ll be free again ! I’m glad I could at least do this request before it, because I’ve been making everyone wait and I’m sorry about that !

Love each one of y’all 🫶🏻

[greyfection-au-asks]

Hey Sarah/sasha (I STILL KEEP FORGOTING HER NAMEEE SOBBB) how are ye doing also here :gives marshmallows:

"I'm doing lovely, and thank you! Though I have noticed one... Issue, the infection on my arm has darkened its color, and we haven't seen Crem ever since the color changed..."

[ratsoh-writes]

Had to do some digging and I’m changing her nameee to Eliana (Ella)

They connected over art and those plates you break just to make new plates with them lol.

Shdhdhdh yes that art style

[toriwhitespace]

A drawing for a fanfic called Strength and the Sight by @inkwell-intrigues. I recently read this after my friend @archivevil (creator of Hell Harbor, Devil’s game, Salt in the wound and Cooking up a Storm) recommended it on their blog and my god, it’s sooooo good!! Please, everyone, give it a read if you can, you are definitely gonna love it. The story is well-written, the characters are amazing, they even make drawings for each chapter. Their drawing style is extremely beautiful. It’s easy to tell that a lot of thought and love was put into this fic.

And yes, this is the Martini glass from King Dice’s fight. But here, she has a name, which is Ginette ( I love her nameee!!), personality and a backstory! I will not spoil too much in case someone hasn’t read it yet, but she is definitely one my favorites, she has a heart of gold but she is forced to do some things that go against her morals. She is also very motherly! Love her character a lot!

As for the story itself, it’s set in the game Universe after the boys defeat the Devil. Some things from the DLC are also included! We also get to see bits of lore such as the Calix Animi and a bit Chalice’s past as a warrior of that order. The characters go through so much, especially our dear boys, who go through some traumatic experiences. There’s a lot of angst but there are veryyyy wholesome moments, too. They balance each other out so well.

Also also, @inkwell-intrigues has been working on this fic for years now, their passion is unparalleled! The fic has only just started ( it has 9 chapters as of now.) and It’s already a beautiful masterpiece. They update the fic every Sunday unless they state otherwise!

I hope you like this little gift for you. This is somewhat based on that scene from chapter 8 that you made a drawing for but I changed it a little, if you don’t mind ; ) These three are so wholesome together. I hope I managed to get their expressions right, they are supposed to be extremely tired and in pain after what happened, after all.

I want to say much more but again, I don’t want to spoil the story just in case. It’s super recommended! Thank you so much @inkwell-intrigues for this fic and for putting so much effort, passion, love and dedication on your work. Seeing the amount of passion you put makes the reading experience even better ; )

[erensnubs]

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 𝑶𝒇𝒇 !

Businessman!Tomura Shigaraki x Hotel Manager!Reader

WC: 9.2k

Roaring 20's AU, Jazz Age AU, Gatsby Setting, New York City-esque? Reader is implied that they first generation immigrant, Shigaraki is a traveling, international businessman, some language barriers, lots of fluff, pining, strangers to lovers, present mic is a little shit, lots of cheesiness, yearning, mentions of smoking, little snippets of history, reader and shiggy are both edgy, morbid, workaholics, teensy bit of angst if you squint Thank you @earlesskitten for letting me join your 555 collab! and ofc this is dedicated to my beloved moot and shiggy simp @letsnot77

Synopsis: Parties were something you despised but maybe you'll tolerate this one because it's a masquerade. Not because of a handsome stranger you saw the other day.

December 30th 1923, 5:17 PM. 

Right now people all over the world are getting ready for parties and festivities to celebrate the coming of a new year. 

You are in the bathtub after another day at work. 

New Year's Eve meant as much to you as your next office party, the next anniversary. 

Your body sinks into the tub, and your eyes lazily follow the ripples. 

What talk of new resolutions and new beginnings when the next day you're just going to be hungover and have to clean up the house. And then the next week you were going to have to follow your mundane life of working and putting on a smile. 

It might be a new year but it wasn't going to be much of a change. 

You're planning to celebrate by calling up your aunt, who's currently on her retirement trip in Europe and having a glass and saying cheers with her. It'll be lowkey, small but you'll spend time with someone you actually want to be with. 

Bringgggg 

You look over in the direction of your phone and groan. 

You clamber out of the bathtub and wrap a robe around you. 

You mutter condescendingly as you pick up the ringer, "Why did they have to call right now…" 

"HEYO, [NAMEEE]!" 

You inwardly groan, "Oh Hizashi. How are you doing?" 

It was your obnoxious neighbor, and even more obnoxious client at your firm. 

And somehow your only friend? 

"I'm doing absolutely fantastic! How bout you [Name], how're ya doing?" 

You lazily thumb the fabric of your robe, "Perfectly fine, until you had to call." 

You can hear his frown before he pouts, "Oh don't be like that sweetheart. You know you'd be absolutely lonely without me." 

He wasn't wrong but you weren't going to admit that to him. 

"Whatever. What do you need me for? And if you broke something, I'm not vouching for you. End of story," you say sternly. 

You walk to the edge of your bed, mouthpiece in one hand and receiver in the other, careful to walk slowly so the wire wouldnt tangle up.

His loud voice laughs and it makes crackles in your ear, "I did not break anything at all. Well at least this time. Buttttt…. I do need a favor." 

You set the receiver down on the bed, "Let me guess. You need me to get my private pilot to fly you to a party-" 

"No, but that would be convenient," he says thoughtfully. 

You continue rattling off, "Perhaps you need gambling money, assuming from Aizawa's scowl the last time you went to a casino-" 

"Uh-" 

In a mock response you say, "Oh you want to throw a party but don't have the money to throw it? Is that it?" 

There was silence and then a crackle. 

You stood up and shook your head, "No, no, no, no Hizashi do not do this to me. 

Hizashi nervously chuckles, "Okay, I know what it looks like-" 

"Hizashi. You know that I will always help you, but this is too much," you tell him. 

Hizashi interrupts you, "Just hear me out [Name]. I do want a party and I wouldn't ask you if I didn't have the resources to do it!" 

His voice is annoyingly more whiny and you had to scoff, "Resources. You sound like you're deploying products for when wartime comes." 

You walk over to the window and sit by the nook. You breathe in the magnificently tailored view in front of you, the sky glistening after the setting sun and the emissions from the factories downtown curled in wisps flying up above. It made it seem magical, but you knew better than what the view showed. 

Hizashi laughs nervously, the quakiness in his voice apparent even when he was wires away, "Very funny, [Name]. But seriously, I need to have this party." 

"You can have this party, that's not what I'm upset about. I'm just more curious as to why I have to provide for the party." 

Hizashi sighs exasperated, as if he was the one whose energy is drained, "Because…." 

"Because…?" You press on. 

"Because my parents cut me out of my inheritance/allowance money because of the last party I threw." 

You groan audibly, "Was this the California incident?" 

You hear Hizashi humming, "Mmmmm maybe… yes?" 

If current technology allowed it, you would travel to wherever Hizashi was hiding, no doubt because his parents probably kicked him out, and slap his goddamn face. 

“Why do you do this to me? Why ask me out of all your friends?” 

Hizashi starts protesting, “Look I wouldn’t have asked unless-” 

You cut in, “Unless what?” 

You hear Hizashi sigh, “Unless it was absolutely necessary. You see, my parents have some important clients coming from Japan. Before the California incident, they expected me to host this New Years party to welcome these clients. You know how they are.” 

You couldn’t put that against him, as an heir of a company Hizashi already had a lot on his plate. 

“And I just need to use one of your hotels for this one night. I have money for catering, music, valets and staff-” 

You sigh and regretfully say, “Hizashi, I wish I could help you but I’m only the district manager for these hotels. I don’t own any of them, I’m simply the manager. The only way I could let it happen is if I was there chaperoning.”

Hizashi seems to jump at this, “Then come! Join the party! Please [Name]. Pleaseee.” 

Your laugh is barely tinged with humor, “No, you know that I like relaxing on my vacation.” 

“Which is what you’re going to do! You don’t have to pay for any food, or ‘manage’ anything! Just get in there and enjoy yourself! Play cards, eat and drink food to your heart's content!” Hizashi says pleadingly. 

You roll your eyes, “No, Hizashi. I’m sure you could find another location for you to have this party. It’s also unnecessary for me to attend anyways. How would those investors feel when they realize that the Yamadas had to ask a lowly district manager of the hotel to use the ballroom for this event?” 

Hizashi whines, “We don’t have to tell them! You’ll blend right in, just [Name] please I need this to work. It’s just one night and I promise I’ll…” 

Your thoughts drift away again, Hizashi’s pleas simply becoming background noise as you scan the city outside. You really needed to go outside and not listen to Hizashi prattling around. 

You cut him off, “Listen Hizashi, I’ll think about it okay? I’ll give you a call once I have made my decision. If I don’t call you, expect a telegraph from me containing my condolences and information for other places you could set up reservations for your party” 

You hear Hizashi cheer, “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! Just remember to give me the call by tonight! The investors have no idea where they’re supposed to be going and-” 

“I understand Hizashi, have a pleasant night.” 

You slam the mouthpiece to the receiver and sigh. As much as you wanted to help Hizashi, you knew you couldn’t enable him any longer. For far too long he’s been leaning on your charity, when he could just ask his other “friends” the ones who invested in automobile companies and cigarette startups. You didn’t need time to make your decision, you were going to say no. You just need time outside of the confines of your apartment and take a walk.

Standing up, you briskly walk to your closet and slip on a fur-trimmed coat, something that one of your business partners gave you as a gift, because they hated seeing you wear “drab” and “dull” things. You put on your flats and place a box of cigarettes in your coat pocket and swing open the door. 

5: 30 PM 

“Mama! Look! It’s an  automobile!” 

A little Irish boy is tugging on his mother’s hand and pointing at one of the greatest sensations the start of the 20th century had to offer. After World War 1, the people began to hope for some kind of miracle to look forward to, something to ooh and ahh at. Enter the automobile industry, where Henry Ford produced the latest kinds of transportation. No more walking, now you just need to buy a car. 

The mother hushes the child and you have to stifle a giggle as you watch the child break free from his mother’s hold and rush toward the car. He waves aggressively, hoping for the driver to notice but to no avail, he doesn’t. 

Little things like these, you think, are part of the reason why you loved this city. Despite its flaws and all your trials you had to face to get to where you are, it was the little moments that, if you were lucky to catch, that made it seem worth living. It wasn’t the big factories and businesses that made the city boom and thrive. It really was the people and their hopes and dreams. That’s why you liked coming downtown, where most of the small businesses built up by immigrants lived. It reminded you of your upbringing and where your roots are. 

Here everything was down to earth and was all about the people. Here was where families and communities thrived and where businesses and money were an afterthought. 

You walk down further to the little bridge that goes over a small stream, your favorite spot. The sun was no longer prominent in the sky and the evening turned chilly, families going back home and you see the lights in the shops closing down for the night. 

A small jazz ensemble is playing near the bridge, but you can tell they’re wrapping up. The melody they’re playing is like humming, the perfect buzz to accompany the end of the day’s activities and entering the city’s nightlife. 

You walk up to them and place a couple bills in the saxophone case, while the trumpet player tips you his hat in appreciation. You smile back, and slowly make your way to the bridge. 

Your feet make no sound on the wooden bridge, the sound of the rushing water and buzzing of the bugs and music drowning out anything that didn’t set the scene. 

If the downtown parts of the city were your favorite places, then this was your favorite time to be in the city. 

You lean against the railing and inhale the cold air. Most people when they think of New York, were either the bright days, full of bustling cars and people moving around, going about their day. Endless chatter and the smell of emissions fill the air. Or they think of the nights, where the lights completely disappeared and a significant throb of music and secrecy passed through the city, full of dancing, money and music. Of course, this only happened in the upper circles of wealth, where it was famed that if you were part of these things, it would make you unbearably happy. All a farce. 

You pull out a cigarette and your fingers search for something else. 

You groan. You forgot to bring a lighter. 

You sigh again, waving away that little mistake and focus on the beautiful landscape before you. Frosted grass, with white tinted bark on the trees. Not a sight of clouds of smoke from a car or a factory, no loud noises of the streets. You consider yourself lucky that you were able to have some alone time. 

You lean forward to stare at the river, hoping you’d find something interesting when your hat decide to fall forward. In a panic, you frantically let go of the railing and for the most part, jump to grab your hat. 

Your fingers slip and catch it but your body still felt like it was in the air. Falling. 

Until you feel a pair of warm hands course through your hips and pull you down to the ground. 

5:55 PM

Breathlessly, you turn around and jump back. 

Standing in front of you, was your regularly dressed man wearing a three piece suit. His jacket and pants were navy blue, his vest and tie were matte black. Despite his well tailored appearance, his  clothes seemed disheveled. The tie was loose and his chest was heaving up and down as if he was running. Your eyes travel upward and you meet his face and your heart stammers a bit at the sight you see. 

You first notice the glowing, moonlit pale face of the man. Was it his natural tone or was it the waxing moon that reflected its light on this man’s complexion? As your eyes wander, you notice that despite his complexion that was likened to the moon, his face was nothing like it. He had an impeccably strong jawline and cheekbones that cut deep into his face. You wonder if an architect designed his face, rather than an artist, with all the harsh, strict angles of his face. Did a different supreme being than the one that created this world, made this man? 

The only thing that made him less godly, and more human was perhaps the sunken eyes that gleamed red? Or were they brown? Nevertheless, they were surrounded by the familiar purple pools of exhaustion that was evidence of hardworking, human life. Oh, and his ruffled hair, that seemed gray but you were convinced it had to be a certain shade of blue. 

You stare at his eyes again and his angular cheekbones. Considering the style of his tie, you could assume he came from East Asia. But this wasn’t where the Asian immigrant community was, this area was more of the blurred line between the white immigrants and white “americans”. Which could mean that this man was- 

“Are you alright?” 

You swear you could fall right back into the river, because, good God, this man was divine. 

His voice was low, a little quietly with an edge of raggedness. You were right, he was a foreigner, his English was heavily accented but you could tell he practiced the language like a wealthy man. Was this man a wealthy businessman? And if he was, what was he doing here? But you suppose that you couldn’t argue with that because you yourself, an upperclassman, was here flirting between the boundaries of the ones who made it, and the ones who have yet to do so. 

Instead of answering his question with a “Yes, I’m fine thank you. What’s your name? How do you like your eggs cooked in the morning? Let me brush the stray hairs on your face for you.” 

Your mouth runs along without you thinking and you blurt out, “Did you run here?” 

You immediately clamp your mouth. How embarrassing?! The handsome man just asked you if you were fine after he practically saved your life and you asked him if he ran here?! 

A laugh rings in the air and you’re shocked that it’s coming from his mouth. 

“Oh no. I actually came here by ship, but if we are talking about this situation, then yes I did.” 

His eyes crease in a teasing smile and your body practically sighs in relief. 

You quietly reply, “Well to answer your question, I’m okay. Thank you.” 

You expect the man to leave after saying something in the likes of, "Of course" but to your surprise he steps forward and leans on the railing, facing forward, with you. 

Trying to hide your astonishment, you attempt to casually lean your back on the railing.  He digs through his pocket and you can't help but notice his fingers, adorned with rings. None seemed of any status importance, though for sure expensive. He pulls out a lighter and flicks it open. 

He turns to you, glazy eyes that bore into the very depths of your soul. 

"Are you willing to share some cigarettes with me?" 

Flustered, you nod carefully. You pull out your cigarette box and stretch it out to him. He plucks one out of the box and places it in his mouth. After that, you grab one and place it in your mouth as well. He brings the lighter close to the tip and uses his hand to cover both items, the air suddenly getting windy. It catches on fire and he closes the lighter. Your fingers reach out for the lighter, but he doesn't hand it to you. 

The man beckons you closer with his finger. You stare in confusion. 

He smiles again, incredibly cheeky, and beckons his finger closer. 

Oh my god, he wants to light the cigarette for you. 

You thank the night sky that swallows up the small blush that rises on your cheeks. 

Your face leans in, waiting for the familiar fire of the lighter to touch your tip. 

Instead, you get the man's face leaning in. 

Instinctively you want to pull back but you're due for some kind of temptation. After all the hard work you do, it would be nice to take some risks. 

Starting with letting a stranger light your cigarette with theirs.  

He stops short of the cigarette tip but his face seemed impossibly close, especially how his angle of approach was. His head was incredibly tilted and you could see the expanse of his neck. 

You forget to breathe but thank God he moves back away for a second. 

"My name's Tomura Shigaraki." 

He introduces himself after he is inches away from your face? 

You reply, "[Full Name]. It's nice to meet you…" 

"Call me Shigaraki. Japanese last names are spoken like a first name here." 

You could tell he wanted to say so much more, lips moving with no sound but it felt like he couldn't express himself fully with the barrier of language between the both of you. 

You try to smoothly move the conversation along, “What brings you here… Shigaraki?” 

He smiles at you and you notice that he had sharp canines, “A business party? I am not sure why we need to celebrate business on New Years but that is why I’m here.” 

You had to laugh, “Don’t tell me you dislike parties.” 

Shigaraki raises his eyebrow, “I did not say that. I am just confused why we need to categorize it as a business event, when we all know that we will just drink. Like a Nomikai.” 

You taste the syllables on your tongue, “Nomikai. What does that mean?” 

“Drinking meeting,” he replies. “A social event.” 

Shigaraki takes out his cigarette and places it between his first two fingers, still looking out at the river in front of him. 

“How about you? What brings you here?” 

He punctuates the word you with a thrust of his cigarette in your direction. 

You fumble for the right words. For all you know this man might be a crazy con artist, or a pickpocket. You didn’t want to reveal too much about yourself. 

You finally decide on the right words, “To breathe. I’ve been stuck at work and had to deal with a friend.” 

He waves his cigarette around, “Is this… your place?” 

Shigaraki says the word your, like you owned this place. Like this was your sanctuary. 

In a sense he was right, but despite how many times you’ve come back to stroll down Memory Lane, you felt out of place. You changed since the last time you ever called this place, yours. You got older and you moved out, you made it “big” as some say. You could feel the difference when you walked here with your fancy clothes and the way your body seemed restrained, rather than freeing. 

Seeing your silence, Shigaraki senses a discomfort and speaks, “I only ask, because I feel that you are well acquainted with this place.” 

You shake your head, “No, I’m sorry if I didn’t answer quickly. But you’re right. I knew these streets very well.” 

You exhale a puff of smoke and look at the twinkling nights above you, “But I would never call it my place. I don’t think it ever was.” 

Shigaraki tilts his head with curiosity at your remark, he opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. 

You face him straight on. It seems the darkness of the night is your comrade tonight, giving you enough confidence to say such frivolous things. 

“I have to say. Your English is really good. Better than mine, with all the grammar and everything.” 

Shigaraki chuckles, “Trust me, participating in international business affairs pushes you to learn lots of languages. Just enough to impress the people I talk to.”

He gives you a wink at that and you turn your head away to hide the big smile that lights up on your face. 

Shigaraki longingly stares at you but stops once he realizes you’re not going to flirt back. He shrugs and places the cigarette back in his mouth. 

You thoughtlessly ask, “Who are you meeting up with? I don’t know too many businessmen who have parties on holidays.” 

Shigaraki counters, “And you know lots of businessmen?” 

It’s your turn to raise your eyebrow. Shigaraki laughs. 

“I say that because I know so little of you. You know that I am here for a-” 

You jump in, “Nomikai” 

He chuckles, “Yes, nomikai. But you, I know so little of. I only know that you are in this place, used to be of this place, but considering that you come back…” 

You look in confusion at where he’s going with this. 

“... You are not of your place, where you are right now.” 

You chew your lip, “Vaguely accurate.” 

“Which is why you should tell me more about you.” 

He finishes with a proud smile, resembling a kid in a candy store and you fight the urge to smile back. 

“What would you like to know?” 

If it was time for indulging, it might as well have been now. 

“Did you live here as a child? Where do you live now? Am I wrong to assume you live in the upside of this city?” 

Surprised at his remark, you reply, “I did. I’m first generation, my parents came here when they got married. How did you know I don’t live here anymore? 

Shigaraki shrugs and nonchalantly gestures at your clothes, “Those are Coco Chanel pants. Your jewelry seems expensive.” 

You glance at the items he listed, “Oh I guess so. I manage some hotels up there. It’s a lot, but it's a fulfilling job. Makes me challenged.” 

Shigaraki tilts his head, “Challenged? How so?” 

You sigh and go into your regular spiel, “The market changed drastically after World War 1. The people wanted a new age of prosperity and wealth. Something to forget all the destruction after the war. Hotel business is less of taking in travelers, it’s become more of a hub for entertainment and making connections. I’m constantly checking up on hotels to make sure they provide the best service possible to compete with other hotel chains.” 

Shigaraki glances at your slumped form, “It must be tiring.” 

You laugh bitterly and take a drag out of your cigarette, “It is. Part of the reason why I’m going to avoid New Years Eve events.” 

Shigaraki chuckles along with you, “I understand. I am dreading this particular one. The host is supposed to be a Japanese businessman I worked with before, but I guess the host is now his son. I received an invitation but no address or directions for the location of the event.”

Your eyes widen. He’s going to Hizashi’s party. 

You turn away slightly, trying to hide your surprise, “Really? That’s unfortunate.” 

Shigaraki nods, “Truly. I’m afraid my last hours of this year will be filled with stress.” 

The sky has fully taken its cloak of darkness, the sky was pitch black and the stars were pale lights compared to the street lamps and lights of the buildings all around you. The musicians, you realize were long gone, and it was only you, the slumbering city and crickets outside. 

And Shigaraki of course. 

You glance at him, and find Shigaraki staring at you too. You quickly whip your head around and attempt to smoothly face away from his intense eyes. 

You could tell the both of you wanted to say something, to advance but how you ended your conversation earlier seemed to set the tone. You both had jobs, things you had to do. Would you even have time to talk to Shigaraki if you did anything? Would he even remember you? 

A slight tap on your shoulder broke your reverie. 

You turn around and see Shigaraki, an angular face with a small frown. 

“I’m afraid that I have to go back to my hotel.” 

“Oh,” you say, trying to hide your disappointment. You quickly shake your head, “Thank you again. For catching me.” 

Shigaraki smiles, “It was my pleasure. Thank you for spending time with me.” 

“Of course. Happy early New Years.” 

Shigaraki starts walking back, “Happy early New Years as well.” 

He turns his shoulder and his clothes blend into the night. You thought he had disappeared until a small light waving around, indicated a goodbye. 

You watch his figure walk away from you, forever lost in that empty darkness and you feel empty in your stomach. 

That same feeling stays with you, all the way to your apartment. You couldn’t shake it off. You remember settling into your bed and staring at the roof above you, placing your hands on your stomach as if it could help the ache settle there. 

It wasn’t until you reached over and picked up your phone did that ache leave. 

“Is this Hizashi Yamada?” You start off. “If he isn’t on, could you relay this message? ” 

The servant on the line affirms. 

“This is from [Name]. Tell him that he’s welcome to have one of my hotels for his New Years Party and I’ll send him a telegram for the address. Yes, that will be all. Thank you.” 

You place the phone down and get into your sheets again. It looks like you’ll be spending New Year's Eve at a party. 

***

“When you told me this was going to be a party, I didn’t expect something this extravagant,” You tell Hizashi once you walked into the ballroom and noticed all the decorations. Streamers of iridescent gold and silver hung everywhere in the room. You notice the many golden spheres that hang low from the ceiling. Everything seemed like gold, the decorations reflecting one another. 

Hizashi is dressed in a freshly pressed tux, the smell of lavender wafting all around him. He finally shaved of the stubble he had and slick backed his long blonde hair. 

“Well it is New Years, [Name]. I gotta impress my guests! Thank you for helping me out as well. You picked a pretty nice venue, I’ll tell you that.” 

You stuff your hands in your pockets and allow yourself to bathe yourself in all the lights, “I did didn’t I?” 

You could say the manager for this particular hotel was confused by the telegram you sent in the early hours of the day. Nonetheless, they were able to pull through by clearing out the ballroom and having tables set up ready for the endless amounts of food. Employees were clearing the winding staircases and big white balloons were being added to the railings. 

You raise your eyebrow at Hizashi, seeing two handymen pulling through a large platform.

Hizashi shrugs, “It’s for the musicians and the dancers. I like my entertainment comfortable and what better than a stage for them to perform on?” 

You roll your eyes and mutter, “Entertainment. Might as well have this party at a strip club.” 

Hizashi might be a friend, but he came from old money. He could never understand the lives of others beneath him, especially the “entertainment” that he paid for all his events and parties. 

You felt sorry for all of them, but you knew better than to pity. You can relate to the hunger and need for just one more gig, one more opportunity, one more chance to make living better. 

Now, you know that all that glitter was gold. 

Hizashi says, “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, what did you say?” 

You purse your lips, “Nothing. Is there anything else you need?” 

Hizashi shakes his head, “No, I think I’ll be fine. My parents are coming to visit the place to see how the preparations are coming.” 

You nod. 

“Well I’m very glad you like the venue-” you start out. 

“Of course I do! Your really pulled through for me [Name]! I thought that it would take more convincing than what I did, to let you do this favor,” Hizashi says with a nervous chuckle. 

You had half the mind to just straight up tell him that it really wasn’t him, it was a particular stranger you met just hours before. 

“Maybe you underestimate my generosity,” you offer instead.

Hizashi laughs, “Good one!” 

With that you slowly back away from Hizashi, to the stairs and give him a wave goodbye. 

First part of your day is finished, then it’s time for the party.

***

It seems that your time as a district manager for multiple luxury hotels never prepares you for the extravagance of the rich and the wealthy. 

If you thought the early stages of the party preparations were grand, that paled in comparison to what you’re seeing right before your eyes. 

You were at the top of the stairs, handing your white fur coat that Hizashi so charitably gave to you a couple months ago to a servant. You didn’t bother to stop and take a look, until after you got the coat off but boy was it worth it. 

The chandeliers were lit and were hung low on the ceiling illuminating everything it touched, and honestly it felt like it did. The lights reflected the thousands of streamers everywhere, the shiny glasses, plates and platters stacked up and golden spheres. And of course, to match with the amazing interior was the people in it. 

Everyone attending was wearing the most flashy attire, jewelry and accessories dangling and dripping from their bodies like they were their own personal ballroom decked out with their candles and chandeliers. Flashes of pearly blues and slated whites whizzed by your eyes, as wisps of smoke left the mouths of the party goers. Surrounded by all these gem studded figures that reeked of the smell of wealth and power, that you knew too well, it was chaos freeform, beauty with no limits. 

Through the regular, untrained, innocent eye, they wouldn’t get past all the blinding lights. They would be awestruck. But you’ve seen everything through your way up the ladder. You knew that all this was smoke and mirrors, and that underneath all these diamonds and wealth were secrets, silent crimes. 

Was it ironic that this party was a masquerade? It was like that for you. When you placed the feathery, white mask over your eyes, it was no different than you hiding, more like abandoning, so many parts of you for you to be accepted into this society. 

You glance at the stairs and descend down, lifting your skirt carefully, the strands of beads clinking down the stairs. 

It’s a smart tactic, you think glancing at all the masks people wore. Everyone had to be nice to each other, because they didn’t know who was who. Funny, it was New Years Eve, the last night of the year and you’re going to spend your time being someone else. 

It should be easy. 

You glance at the center of the ballroom and see the platform adorned with all sorts of glitter and lights, dancers performing to the jazz band. You see a man wearing a red suit, the jacket embroidered with sequins of gold and a half mask, colored black. Familiar blonde hair waves around under a conquistador costume hat catch your attention so you make your way there. 

You slip in easily into Hizashi’s circle of friends you see he’s entertaining. 

He’s talking animatedly, glass swishing furiously in his hand, “And by God, I was terrified because-” 

He looks over his shoulder and sees you. You give a lift of your eyebrows in response. 

Hizashi slings his hand over your shoulder and it's too late for you to leave. 

Hizashi drunkenly slurs, “This is my friend, one of the best people on earth [Full Name].” 

You awkwardly introduce yourself, “Pleasure to meet all of you.” 

They nod in agreement, others tossing out introductions as well. 

Hizashi flicks your forehead and you flinch back, “This wonderful person right here? Yeah they let me use this ballroom.” 

Someone wearing what you think is a princess costume pipes up, “Oh, you own this chain of hotels?”

You reply, “No, but I'm the district manager of some of these hotels.” 

The company oohs and ahhs, some affirm and nod at that revelation. As expected. Hopefully that’s all they ask before Drunk Hizashi says something stupid, you wishfully think. 

A man wearing a raven costume turns to Hizashi, “I was made aware that you paid for the venue?” 

Hizashi opens his mouth to speak but you jump in, “Yes he did. He owes me for all the times he was a sore loser at poker.” 

To top it off you give them a gleaming smile and to your relief everyone laughed as well. 

You say in a rush, “It was truly nice to meet you all, but I think Hizashi needs some water.” 

With that you grab him by the shoulders and drag him over the food table. 

You grab a glass of water and hand it to Hizashi, with which he stupidly downs quickly. 

You say through gritted teeth, “What were you thinking? Drinking this early? You were about to out yourself.” 

Hizashi smiles, “Yes but you saved me.” 

He wags his fingers in approval, while you all but grimace.

“Don’t you think I’m done with saving your ass already? You could have outed yourselves and your parents!” You say in exasperation. 

Hizashi rolls his eyes, “But I didn’t.” 

You answer back, “But you could’ve.” 

Hizashi says in a sing-song tone, “But I didn’t.” 

You open your mouth to argue back but you close it, “There’s no point in arguing. But the fact of the matter is, you need to watch what you’re saying and who you’re saying too.” 

Your eyes sternly gaze into Hizashi’s glazed ones. The longer you glare at him, the haziness in his eyes slowly dissipates. 

This might be a masquerade but Hizashi was an open book, these sharks of businessmen would eat him alive if he said something off-kilter or spilled some secret. 

Hizashi nods slowly and in shame he turns his gaze away from you. Your mind started to dance in happiness, Hizashi finally listened to your scolding. 

Your victory, though, was a short one, for as soon as Hizashi blinked in embarrassment away from you he quickly sauntered over to a group of Three Musketeers who were ogling at the dancers. 

You do your best to keep cool, willing to turn your emotions of frustration into disgust as you watch them stare and gawk at the dancers. It really took just a couple of fishnetted stockings and bold lips for these men to lose their sanity. 

The best you can do for now is pray that Hizashi will be fine mingling on his own. You nervously look through the dessert table, deciding between the chocolate dipped strawberries or the mini custard. You decide to reach for the miniature custard, your newly manicured nails, dragging on the metal tray not noticing another hand reaching forward. 

While you were in, God knows where, a man with a swan-like costume steps forward to the dessert table and attempts to grab a custard. 

Your nails brush over his and in surprise you look up and meet this person’s eyes. 

You couldn’t see anything, of course they were wearing a mask. You realized this person was a man, dressed in a fine white suit with patterns of sun and water, intricately stitched on the lapel and cuffs of the jacket. The stitching seemed like a pale blue, that went with the miniature wings attached to his back. His mask covered the right side of his face, or was it his left? You couldn’t really tell. The same pattern of stitching matched onto the white mask. 

You scanned his face again. The side of his face you could see was an angled cheekbone, purple-y eyebags and red-brown like eyes. Wisps of hair, now more combed neatly than when you first met him, dangled in imperfectness on his forehead. 

Your body seemed to let out a collective sigh, “Shigaraki?” 

And in one second it started to tense up after you heard Shigaraki chuckle, the sound dry from a bit of drinking you presume, but nonetheless the only sound your ears want to hear tonight. 

“It seems as if fate cannot keep us apart, [Name].” 

You smile and snatch up a custard. He pouts and it was your turn to laugh. 

“Fate? I think it’s just pure coincidence,” you say jokingly. 

Shigaraki leans across the table, face inching closer to yours. 

“If it was just a coincidence, why are you at this party? There are many New Years Eve parties, yet we are both at this one?” 

He raises his eyebrow at you and you reply, “There are lots of people here.” 

Shigaraki shrugs and he leans in impossibly close. His breath tickles your ear when he whispers. 

Your face burns and your heart is beating erratically. 

Not from this close proximity, but because you can hear his go as fast as yours too. 

“Well, if you were not lying to me last night, you managed some hotels. It seems to me you not only attended the same party as I, but you actually took a part in making it happen.” 

He steps back, suave as ever and stares at your disheveled face, “Am I wrong?” 

You quickly compose yourself and step back, hands behind your back. 

You turn your nose up, “You do know that there are countless hotels, yes? It’s a big city.” 

You lean forward and give him a smirk of your own, “What would have been more accurate is if you had noticed that practically half of the city is here, and I just so happen to attend.” 

Shigaraki scoffs, a low, raspy sound, “Trust me, [Name], just from the few moments I had the pleasure to make your acquaintance, your presence seems far more important than just being a regular partygoer.” 

Your heart skips a beat at his statement. How dare he make you this uncomposed? 

You clear your throat, “To answer your question, yes I did make it happen. I helped with the venue for this party, this hotel is one of the many I manage.” 

Shigaraki nods thoughtfully, glancing around and spectating the ballroom. You notice how his hair gleamed silver with all these decorations. He truly looked the part of the elegant, majestic swan. 

Suddenly Shigaraki walks over to your side of the table. You furrow your brows in surprise. 

He sticks out his elbow, which you now notice has a partial attachment of a wing on it, the feathers pure white with streaks of black. 

You slowly hook your arm into his, careful to remain a comfortable distance. 

Shigaraki smiles, and you notice a slight dusting of pink on his otherwise pale face when you look up at him. 

“Where are you going to lead me, Shigaraki?” You say, honestly. 

Shigaraki stops to think, eyes honing into yours. His eyes squint, eyebrows furrow and you giggle at his pouty lips. 

“What are you doing?” You say with a laugh.

Shigaraki answers with no humor, “Trying to figure out where you would like to go.”

His free hand twitches at his side, almost reaching out into the space between the both of you. 

“It’s just so difficult when I can’t even see half of your face.” 

His voice came in a low murmur, a steady hum might be quiet for others, but it was the only thing you could hear. Shigaraki notices it too, if the fidgeting with his fingers was anything to go by. 

You murmur back, “Then maybe take me somewhere, where I can take off my mask.” 

You don’t miss the nervous gulp Shigaraki takes when you say that. You squeeze his hand and his red eyes take on a look of determination. 

“Allow me to lead the way,” he says after just a moment’s hesitation. 

The two of you weave in and out of the circles and groups that occupy the room. It was a miracle how you both survived, not being stopped by colleagues to chat, no servers came to offer your food. 

You were two swans gliding in that crowded ballroom, people moving away like ripples in a pond until Shigaraki led you to a set of glass doors. 

You raise your eyebrows at him. 

He looks at you in feign confusion, “You manage these hotels yet you don’t know there’s a balcony?” 

Shigaraki excuses himself from some people in front of the balcony, head slightly tilted like a bow. You follow suit, eyes downcast as if you were embarrassed of being seen like this. 

It wasn’t that you were embarrassed of being associated or seen with Shigaraki. You feel like it should be the other way around. Shigaraki had a godly presence of a man, and you were just another nobody in a sea of somebodies. 

Shigaraki doesn’t ignore your body language, but doesn’t make a comment. 

Shigaraki pulls open the door and slightly bows and brings his hand out. You let out a huff of a laugh and step outside, a gust of winter’s air rushing by. 

Shigaraki quickly follows and watches your face. 

You speak first, “I do know that there’s a balcony here. I’m just surprised you knew where it was.” 

Shigaraki shrugs, “It’s the first thing I looked for when I came here. Somewhere to rest. Sort of like your bridge.” 

He takes a step forward and leans on the railing and you reel from the sense of dejavu that permeates your body. 

“Unfortunately, I travel a lot for business so I do not have the pleasure of having a place to go to all the time. I have to find one wherever I go, no matter how long I stay there.” 

He glances at you, a shadow falling on his face, feather-like brushes of darkness that cover his open half of his face. Your fingers itch to take off that damn mask so you could see that face entirely and wonder what he’s thinking with those tired, beautiful eyes. 

You shake your head, “It’s not my place. I don’t think I ever had one. When I lived down there.” 

You gesture with your head, at the fading lights and the view from the river. 

Then you point with your thumb back, not taking a glance behind, “Or over there.” 

Shigaraki inches forward toward you and you don’t move away. You don’t think you’ve ever opened up to someone like this, not your family, not your “friends”, let alone with a stranger wearing a mask. 

You could blame it all on the fact you were a little tipsy, that the lights and the glamor phased you. Maybe you succumbed to the pressure of taking risks since it was the end of the year. But you know, deep down you want someone to understand the burden you carry. The pasts you tried to bury. Secrets you are ashamed of telling, reasons as to why you do certain things. 

Someone to take off the mask you have sacrificed your life for, to craft and to perfect. Making and wearing that mask wasn’t worth it in the end, and you regret doing it in the first place. Was it selfish of you to ask for some mercy for the regrets you have today? 

Slowly, fingers are outstretched towards your face. Your instincts tell you to flinch, but your body is being pulled by them. Shigaraki’s fingers stop at the surface of your mask, tips dancing over the rhinestones. 

“We are all alone here,” he starts out. “Take off your mask and I will take off mine.” 

You nod, a sense of relief washes over your body but at the same time a feeling of nervousness rushes through. 

You know what he meant when he said to take off the mask, you think as you remove the mask from your face, untying the unnecessary knots you made behind your ears. He’s seen you calm and vulnerable before, but would he like what was truly underneath it all? 

Shigaraki watches your movements with an odd rapture, as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You turn away, hoping he didn’t catch your abrupt movements. After you take off your mask, you clutch it tightly in your hands while Shigaraki follows suit. 

You oblige your greedy mind and let your eyes wander and watch as Shigaraki unravels his face and you are blessed with the sight of seeing everything. The brown-red eyes. The lavender crescent moons under his eyes. You even notice stray hairs that were caught between his mask that now dance and billow on his forehead and cheekbones, like wispy clouds. 

Shigaraki says, “I understand what you mean. When you said you had no place.” 

You look at Shigaraki trying to cover up your surprise. 

He gives you a small smile, “I did not grow up like some of these people. My parents both worked. We did not have a grand home that hosted lavish parties. I did not have the money to receive a higher education. There was a great divide between me, and the people over there when I was younger.” 

Shigaraki takes a deep breath, albeit shakily, “It was not until I got older, that I decided I needed to be like this people. Have this money, have this lifestyle. A life where I did not have to live paycheck by paycheck. I wanted money, but I also wanted time. I dedicated most of my teenage years studying and working in internships for big companies.” 

He shrugs, “I got what I wanted. One of my internships led me to do international business affairs as one of the top leaders of the company, and now all I ever get to do is attend lavish parties such as these.” 

You watch Shigaraki’s body language. The confident stature of a man you saw in the ballroom was gone, replaced by a man worn down by years of work, years of time spent. 

Before you could even think, you hesitantly place a hand over his, rubbing with your thumb his fingers as if you could comfort him. 

Shigaraki’s eyes widen, the most you’ve ever seen looked surprised but he quickly composes himself and his body didn’t seem to slump but rather relax in your touch. 

“I think that is why I was so drawn to you at the park,” he says nonchalantly. 

“What do you mean?” You ask. 

Shigaraki’s pale face takes on a pink hue, “Well-” 

“Well..?” You press on. 

Shigaraki’s voice takes on a nervous tone, “Well, before I had to save you from falling, which is quite embarrassing by the way I cannot believe you could not catch that hat.” 

You scold him playfully, “Do not change the subject on me Shigaraki.” 

He laughs, “Before I had to save you, I may or may not have been watching you as I was making my way down the bridge.” 

Now it was your turn to blush. Shigaraki sees your expression and exclaims, “See this is embarrassing! Now you know I was staring at you!” 

You laugh it off, “More embarrassing than me falling off because of a hat?” 

Shigaraki pouts and you want to photograph that expression into your brain for forever. 

“Anyways, what I was trying to get across was that-” 

Shigaraki stopped talking, and his voice fell flat. He turns to you with rapt attention. 

“You stood at that bridge, like you’ve been there before but your appearance, the way you walked, your mannerisms. They weren’t of that place. You knew where to look, where to walk but when we talked last night it seemed that you were taking everything in for the first time.” 

You feel like your circulation has been cut off, you momentarily stop rubbing your thumb on his hand. 

You feel Shigaraki doing it back to you and you start to breathe again. 

“Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to you. Because I feel as if you understand me,” He says finally, in a whisper. 

You finally speak, “My parents, just after they got married decided to immigrate here. I grew up in a very different way than most, if not all, of these people here.” 

You were always on the outside looking in. Your mother was a housekeeper, so you always had that constant reminder as a child that you were below these people. It left a significant influence on you that turned into determination, ambition, then into this old, festering piece of garbage. 

You take in a breath, “I gave up a lot of things for a lifestyle like this. Family, a community, a home for me. I regret it. ”

Shigaraki watches you with caring eyes and you continue, “When I’m surrounded by people, they’re not people anymore. They’re business transactions, clients, ways to make more money, wealth, more growth. When I strived for power and a place in this world I didn’t realize-” 

“Realize that there’s no humanity here,” Shigaraki says. 

You shrug, “A bit morbid but yes.” 

Shigaraki laughs at your banter and you laugh too. 

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence again, an echo of your conversation the night before. 

This time you break the silence, “What time is it?” 

Shigaraki glances at his wrist, “Almost midnight actually. A couple more minutes until the new year.” 

You nod thoughtfully, “You know how people make resolutions for the next year?” 

You turn to meet Shigaraki’s eyes and they dance playfully in recognition of what you’re going to propose. 

He doesn’t assume though, instead plays dumb and teasingly replies, “Yes?” 

You cheekily smile back, “Would you like to make some resolutions with me for the next year?” 

Shigaraki leans forward, catching you in surprise and nods rather eagerly. 

“How should we do this then? I don’t suppose you have paper and a writing utensil with you?” Shigaraki says, tilting his head downward towards you. 

Despite everything your brain is telling you to do, your body betrays you and you magnetically lean forward. 

“No I do not, so I guess we cannot sign a contract or papers tonight. I suppose we have to trust each other’s word,” You say with an air of finality. 

Shigaraki ponders thoughtfully, eyes still trained on your face.

“I suppose we do.”

You open up first, your voice coming out in reverence, “I want to make an effort to reconnect with my family, and old friends.” 

Shigaraki nods, “I think mine is similar to yours. I want to reconnect with the things that I left behind.” 

You reply, “Hmmm… I also want to connect with new people too. Have real, sincere relationships. Built on things unseen and not signatures and paper.” 

Shigaraki gives you a lopsided smile, “I think you already did that, [Name].” 

This time you’re surprised. Your eyes squint in confusion, “What do you mean?” 

Shigaraki’s smile grows impossibly wider, “Well you and I are connected, are we not?” 

You let out a nervous laugh, “Please… I barely know you.” 

Shigaraki leans in and gives a smirk, “That is perfect. Because I, too, also barely know you.” 

He leans in closer, dangerously so. Strands of his hair are blown by the wind, tickling your cheek ever so faintly. You could feel the soft inhale and exhale of his breath close to your ear, but at the same time you could hear his heartbeat, the polar opposite of what his breath’s rhythm was. 

“Maybe for another New Year’s resolution we should get to know each other better. No papers, documents, contracts at all,” he says in a soft, lulling whisper. 

He pulls back from you, just enough that the tips of your noses barely touch. 

There was no smirking, smiles, blushes or anything of the sort. Both of you looked at each other with a strong intensity that ringed in yearning and truth. 

22! 21! 20! 19! 

Your ears pick up on the countdown from inside, but your focus remains on Shigaraki. 

“Shigaraki?” you ask softly, lips almost brushing his. 

He hums in response, the vibrations sending shocks throughout your body. 

“I have another New Year's Resolution,” you say, looking up at him through hooded eyes. 

Shigaraki nods and whispers, “I think I have one too.”

14! 13! 12! 11! 

You feel fingers sliding from your hips to the small of your back. They grip onto you and pull you closer. Shigaraki inhales shakily, featherlight, and delicately. You smile inside, knowing his actions mirrored the nervousness that was festering inside of him as well as yours. 

He brushes stray hair that got caught in the wind from your face, thumb lingering on your cheek to stroke it, “I do think though…” 

You look up at him through your lashes, eyes glued to his. 

“That I will be able to do my New Years Resolution, right now.” 

5! 4! 3! 2!- 

Despite your preference for something slow and steady, your greediness overtook your body and governed your actions. Before Shigaraki could even say anything else, your hands immediately grab his tie and pull you closer. You press your mouth to his in a slight rush. 

You feel his body go rigid, but it immediately relaxes, hands gripping you instinctively as if he’s known you for lifetimes before. He rubs his thumbs on your hips in a comforting, circular motion and your hands relax from its stiffness. Your hands opt to travel up his face, placing them on his angular cheekbones and practically squeezing them. You feel the ends of his lips curl into a slight smile and that small opening gives Shigaraki the opportunity to kiss you back. 

You feel absolutely elated, your body light and free as if suspended in the air, no heels or heavy drapes of beads to weigh you down. Just Shigaraki’s lips, hands, eyes, words…. Just him. 

You were disappointed when you feel your lips disconnect, your lips turning into a frown. Shigaraki laughs out loud, head thrown back and hair flowing. He tilts his head toward the sky and it was until then you realize why he pulled back. 

The dark night was filled with fireworks. Everywhere. Purple flowers blooming to your right, green hearts and red water drops near the water. The chaotically harmonious sound of firecrackers and cheers from inside and outside filled your ears. 

Shigaraki comes up from behind you and wraps his arms around you, whispering into your ear, “Happy New Years.” 

You turn to look at a big, crooked smile, and floppy, flowing hair. 

“Happy New Years,” you say back, before diving in for another kiss, to celebrate the New Year. 

[sofijaeger]

Sway

eren yeager x reader

word count: 3.3k

i wrote this about a year ago, i apologize for it being awkward lol

this isn’t the one I was planning on doing in my recent post, but I simply pasted this from my wattpad account and I think it’s kinda cool! This will mainly be set in 2nd person P.O.V. but your thoughts will be included as well.

Eren’s kinda OC... but who cares:)

Warnings:

• just a lil spicy👀 *Eren’s fault not mine*

• mentions/spoilers of season 3 part 2

Members of every Regiment appeared for what was planned as one special, social occasion, honoring the Scouting Regiment for their success in reclaiming Wall Maria, one of humanities' biggest comebacks. The take-back had caused so much pressure on the people, Historia, who had recently been enthroned as Queen a few months prior, had obliged an event to settle the scouts, and release any frustrations they had felt in the past.

Entering the large ballroom, each of your eyes gleamed in excitement at the sight before you. Captain even widened his eyes in amusement. Hundreds of formally looking pairs were painted across the spacious room. Many gathered in clumps around the perimeter of the ballroom, discussing each other's wear and significant ones, others casually seated at the tables, enjoying the fresh cuisine that had miraculously increased in supply thanks to the farmlands of Maria reopening.

Yet your eyes focused on one thing only. The dance floor, fully covered in couples flowing effortlessly in patterns like words written into poetry. As you began to step forward, lifting your dress in courtesy, a hand had gently tugged on your sleeveless arm. "Don't you think it's best we start the night off with conversation?" Armin gave you a gentle smile, despite his attempts to hold Connie and Sasha back from the royal buffet.

Inviting Captain Levi's Special operations squad as her guests of honor, discussions between your group and the rest of the Soldiers  from each wall had been intense. The 10 members including yourself felt too uncomfortable thinking about the subject again, specifically the losses you each endured.

As the late evening began to set, and the population of the room increasingly drunkened themselves, the cadets and yourself had had enough of the boring conversations. "That's it", Connie interrupted the group, "LET'S PARTY!!". He chugged a small shot glass of alcohol, receiving a few cheers from random guests and shocked faces from you and the rest of your squad, before pulling on your wrist, leading you to the dance floor. Excited to start dancing, a single thought held you back, and eventually another wrist.

You turned your head, viewing a surprisingly timid brunette holding your hand. "Eren?" you questioned. "Is something wrong?". He finally made contact with you, and seemingly blushed? Eren was never one to make such emotional faces but it seemed the view of something had changed his thoughts.

Or someone.

"Y-You..." he stuttered. By this time Mikasa had placed a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong Eren?" she comforted.

Still keeping his gaze upon you, he mustered the words "You promised me a dance, don't you remember?" Your eyes widened at the question you answered only a day ago~

☼ ☼ ☼

"[Nameee]" Eren called, a day earlier. Finishing up the last of your chores, you hadn't turned in time for him to hold you in his arms, lifting you up and spinning you in surprise. "Eren?!" you laughed. "Enough with the sweetness, I'm not finished yet!" Placing you down, he reached for another broom and assisted you in your cleanings.

After a few moments,  you broke the silence, yet Eren was much more into physical showings than verbal. "I'm excited for the party tomorrow" You smiled. Turning to look at him, he kept his focus on the task at hand, sighing in what seems like half content, half dissatisfaction. "Oh, don't be so mopey Eren. Especially not around me!" He leveled to your eyes, a saddened look still present on his face.

"Er, what's wrong?"

"Taking a break doesn't sound very soldier-like to me"

"Don't you think we deserve a break?" you questioned. No matter how hard you tried it seemed you could never understand him and his motives.

"We're supposed to be fighting. Staying on the front lines until everything has been settled. What's the point in taking a rest?"

"Well let's see...to maintain our sanity?" You both chuckled. After another quick moment of silence, Eren considered your thought. "I guess it won't be too bad" he laughed. "Just don't expect me to be the life of the party"

"Oh you most certainly will be" you answered. "You HAVE to dance at least once".

"What? No way!"

"Despite what you may think, you've got some of the best rhythm i've ever seen. I promise you one dance won't hurt" you told. Eren looked into your eyes, the same eyes you'd fallen for not so long ago. "Will it be with you?" He spoke in almost a whisper, unknowingly moving closer to you. Your breath jumped before you could answer with a grateful smile.

"I promise".

☼ ☼ ☼

"I had her first, Titan boy!" Connie shouted, taking your hand again. Jean seemed to stand in disbelief. "Hey, I want to dance with her too!" He argued. Mikasa quietly giggled, sneaking you a shot glass before you approached the floor. Captain Levi was careless over the boys behavior but was quite concerned for the ladies, making sure they were safe was one of his priorities, almost making him seem father-like. As Historia from the other side of the ballroom instructed the musicians to mature the theme of the night, you took a few final sips of the beverage, seeing a few shocked looks from your comrades. Before accepting Connies proposal and making your way to the floor.

Almost immediately as the two of you stepped out, the music began to play. You were glad you had such great friends to dance with, but there was one problem.

Connie surprisingly had no rhythm.

He seemed to be enjoying himself as the instruments strummed in complexity, but his steps rather than reaching the floor stepped onto your small feet. You couldn't last more than 8 seconds with him. Jean suddenly tapped your shoulder and you accepted his offer to dance. "You understand, don't you Connie?" You cheekily smiled before walking away with Jean.

When Marimba rhythms start to play, Dance with me...

"Make me sway" The two-tone haired boy sang to you, making you laugh as you attempted to assist him in his dance steps. Jean was a good dancer, it was well known between the scouts, but it seemed no one could match your skill or competitiveness. "Jesus, Jean you really are a horse!" you critiqued. Your laugh though soon became more of a worry. Where was Eren? In all honesty you just wanted to spend time with him. Where could he have gone to?

What you hadn't observed was the turquoise-eyed boy on the side of the ballroom, who was very skeptical of your time spent with the others. No matter how often he denied it, seeing you happy with Jean pissed him off.

"I'd step in if I were you." a smaller man suggested, stepping towards Eren and Armin, who was trying to comfort his friend in the process of being extremely possessive over a girl who wasn't even his.

"Really, Captain?" Eren responded. Levi nodded, adjusting his tuxedo before shoving him to stumble closer to you and the horse.

Jean's face showed an apologetic frown for his clumsy footwork, before he noticed something over your shoulder. Jean smirked, then used his shoe to tangle you into your tight dress. You gave him a look that meant none else than 'are you kidding', leaving you no choice but to twirl yourself out of your tangled attire.

Immediately as you settled yourself out of your entwined dress, the hands of your partner were reapplied to your form, less tense.

You look up, only to notice your partner grabbing your hand and swerving you in a circle, beginning your dance again. You couldn't turn your head quick enough to meet his face, and it was quite a sharp twirl, one you never thought would've come from Jean.

And that’s when you realized you weren’t dancing with Jean anymore.

The male then began challenging footwork, something you could easily tag along to since it was...

At a quick tempo?

Just who am I dancing with?!

Again, before you could turn your head to make eye contact with your partner, he spun you once more, so that your backside was facing his chest. One hand of his sliding over your stomach, the other gently tracing down your arm to grab your hand again. Your breath hitched, and your feet continued to move in a pattern so insync, it was quite hard to understand how you were keeping time with him.

This guy is better than me! 

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, pull me close, sway me more.

Spinning you back around so you were held in a standard partner position, this boy held you so close your head was practically leaning on his shoulder. He didn't want you to see the reactions of the hundreds of people, now stepping off the floor to give their attention to you two. He wanted you to feel the moment with him, as if you were the only two in the world.

You were his world, that was for sure.

Like a flower bending in the breeze, bend with me, sway with ease...

The two of you continued to move in a circular motion across the center of the floor, stopping only for improvised footwork or him lifting you off the floor as you two spun.  From afar, you met Mikasa's eyes as she and a few other couples danced around you. She was with Jean, as he held her waist with a grin, but she didn't seem to happy about it. Chuckling at her facials, You were twirled again by your mysterious partner, his chocolate tussles brushing over your cheek.

When you dance you have a way with me, Stay with me,

The male hugged your form, pressing your entire body so close to his, slipping one finger into the cut of your dress so he was now tickling the bare skin of your lower back. The music timed perfect with this words:

"...sway with me"

Eren sang into your ear.

Your jaw dropped open, as the male longingly looked to your gorgeous complexion. Finally, you had the chance to meet Eren's eyes, but you didn't want to anymore. He had left you a beet-red mess.

God, you loved him.

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak.

It truly was an odd moment for everyone. The other scouts who had become your family had noticed your reaction in this very moment, as well as your emotions around him in the last few years. You were stubborn, but you'd always allow your temperamental, boss-like exterior to subside whenever you were with, him.

You had no choice than to wrap your arms around Eren's neck, to avoid any hints of your already blushing self. Dammit, what the hell is wrong with me?! you thought to yourself.

Eren chuckled in surprise, taking his far hand to support your upper back. "What?" he flirtatiously questioned, sending breathed heat to your neck where his mouth spoke. "You did say 'enough with the sweetness'". Eren used his index finger that had already been under the waistline of your dress to titillate your lower back once again. You whimpered in what you both knew was pleasure, and placed your head snug into the crook of his neck, your heavy breaths making his smug look even greater.

He took pride in how he was making you feel,

I can hear the sounds of violins, long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how, sway me smooth, sway me now

He slyly kissed the side of your upper half, from your warm cheek down to your collarbone over and over, continuing to sway as to not make a scene. You couldn't do anything but grit your teeth, for Eren had never pulled any sort of loving move to this extent. It was obvious he wanted to please you. And it was working, because you were furious.

No person could ever come close to making you feel this way, so why Eren? What about his sincerity and allurement made its way into you? Why did he make my heart race? It may have been his eyes, which caught you by surprise from the first day of Cadet training. You remembered thinking how you've never seen green eyes so bright, or how they could easily pass as turquoise from the blue and yellow flecks scattered in them. Maybe it was his confidence? An emotion he let out so effortlessly, even when he felt hopeless. It made you feel warm, like a true savior was guiding you.

As you pondered stressfully between your thoughts, so much frustration had caused you to gather a small tear in your eyes, and if you hadn't blinked, it wouldn't have trickled onto Eren, butterfly kissing his now damp neck.

Eren widened his eyes at your reaction, and immediately supported your head in his hand. "[Name?]" he worriedly whispered, burying his nose into your hair to shield your emotions from any eyeing guests. A minute passed with no response, he desperately tried to get an answer from you.

"Are you?... I didn't mean for you to-"

"It's not that" you whispered back.

"It had to have been something I did-".

"Yes-" was all you could muster before Eren spun the two of you in between couples, exiting the hall in an elegant fashion. He let go of your form, only holding on by your hand as he led you out to one of the many balconies the castle held, away from all the people.

Coming to a stop by the balustrade, Eren quickly turned around to see your almost dizzied form. Head down and sniffing back tears you most certainly didn't want to release in front of him. He took one step, wrapped his arms around you, less provocative than before, and held you for quite a while in silence. That is until he gained the courage to speak.

"I'm sorry, I really am." he cooed. "I never intended to make you feel uncomfortable. Please, know it was just a joke if I hurt your feelings in any way..." He placed a hand back over your head, softly rubbing it as you stood in his embrace. You wanted to cry right then and there. Cry out all the emotions youd held in these past years. He confused you so much you didn't know how to think or act around him. If that wasn't enough for you to begin crying again, the kiss he gave onto your forehead did the trick.

"I don't understand. " you whispered.

"What?"

"I don't understand you!" you shouted. Eren's face paled as you shoved out of his embrace, crossing your chilled arms. Wary of being too loud, you stuttered your next words.

"How come... you always know what to say. Is that another perfect quality of yours?".

Shit

Holding back your feelings wasn't an option anymore.

You had to let him know.

You wanted to let him know.

"No matter how hard I try I can never understand you! One minute your completely focused on what you have in mind, and the next your smiling without a worry in the world. I don't get it! You never give up on me, or never fail to make me beam, even in the darkest of times. How can you do that to me?! How can you make me nervous and excited at the same time? What is it about you that makes me want to fall harder for you?!"

Eren stood at you bug-eyed. How in the world was he supposed to respond to something so heartfelt? Words he conveyed so mutually? Luckily, you gave him more time as you continued to confess in your confusing way.

"Maybe... it's that your so loving towards your goals" you calmed down,"Yea...That's it." confirming with yourself out loud."Goals I find so astonishing, though I can barely understand how you approach them. It makes me want to stand by you, all the time, defeating all the challenges you face”.

You grabbed each of his clammy hands that hung beside his limpish figure.

“I want you to achieve the greatest happiness imaginable Eren." You looked up at him, and there was that blush you'd seen on him from before. Darker this time, even in the illuminated sky.

"It's a distinct feeling, I think of admiration? No, more than that. One I can't help, so rather than trying to fight it, I can't do anything but surrender to it. I sound absolutely crazy but I can't help it because-"

“I’m in love with you” Eren finished your sentence.

"Yes, that's exactly how I feel Eren! Wait, come again?"

By the time you could process his words, Eren had pulled you into a deep first kiss. His lips were warmer than you expected. The boy had wanted to hold you like this for as long as he could remember, his own hands couldn't bring you closer to him. He slid his hand through your hair, the other around your waist, finding its way back to that sweet spot underneath your waistline hem.

You quiet moan from his action was enough permission to passionate the bond between you two, as you grabbed him around the neck.

Eren was so immensely happy. He'd had never felt this kind of love.

A love he felt so rawly, he was completely lost in his dreams when he was with you.

You couldn't contain your breath much longer, forcing yourself to break away in a gasp, yet your noses still connected, Eren blindly searching for your lips again.

"[Name]" he whispered , touching his forehead with yours.

"I didn't know how to explain it, how you complete me when I thought no one could, but you do understand me, that's why I-" He stared into your tired eyes, gesturing his confession. "I-I can't contain myself around you. As soon as I see you each morning, I feel every urge in my body to tell you every detail about me, knowing you'll listen and genuinely care. I want... to kiss you every single time I look at you." His breath carried him into a few peppered kisses to your lips.

"Never in a thousand years could this event, or any person i've met be the source of my sanity. It's you, [Name], it always has been".

Your mind couldn't process what exactly had just happened, so you continued to stare down at his shoes, Your foreheads still connected as Eren once again attempted to get a response out of you.

"Was that too much?" Eren asked. His hand had made its way to hold yours, his other against your dry, tear-stained cheek, stroking it with upmost sympathy. "What I did back in the ballroom?"

You smirked, meeting his eyes with pure confidence and shook your head 'no'.

"I never said I didn't like it, Eren".

Eren smiled, wiping your damp under-eyes with his finger as he lead you back into the ballroom. There, you'd met the rest of your squad who was seated at your reserved table.

"Oi, that was some dance you two did" Connie raised his eyebrows up and down in amusement. "I got... lost in the moment." Eren nervously claimed. Connie seemed to notice the two of you still holding hands just as Jean had. "Someone confessed" Jean confirmed, but you could only smile.

"That's enough with the chatting. Get the last of your fun in now, because you won't have another chance like this for a while." Captain Levi broke in. The 10 of you ran back out to the dance floor, enjoying every bit of yourselves into the late night.

In all of your losses, all your tragedies, you'd found true happiness. And it seemed Eren had as well, turning to you with an even greater smile than he had ever made before.

[lunarrumor]

I JUST FINISHED WATCHING CARMEN SANDIEGO AND I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS SO I HAVE TO SHARE

@sandiegocarmen this is all your fault /nm /lh

(written probably not in order bc i have a really bad memory,, and also: i curse a lot so be warned)

- first of all jules/devineaux friendship !!!!!! they're so cute he was so excited to be working with her again :*)

- GRAHAM GOING TO THE CHIEF ?? AND HELPING CARMEN !!!!

- i love him he just wants the best for carmen. i wish we could've seen more of their friendship and how they care for each other throughout the show

- SPEAKING OF

- THIS WAS THE SERIES FINALE. THIS WAS THE SERIES FINALE

- okokok back to that later because what the fuck

- jules looked so hurt that her girlfriend didn't recognize her im so sorry babe </3

- also carmen kicking devineaux's ass (again),, damn her fighting is ruthless when she's like this

- also there were so many julethief moments here. ALL THE LITTLE COMMENTS FROM JULES ABOUT "THE CRIMSON GHOST" SHE'S SO PROUD AND IN LOVE <333

- (and yet with all the julethief they didn't do ANYthing with it at the end,,,, but ill talk about that later)

- i was so scared for gray, carmen just fucking SUPER TASED HIM

- but he's so smart for that ?? he changed the settings ? genius. brilliant. talented. he thinks ahead

- and more dad shadowsan moments ?? adorable . i love his relationship with carmen,, a found family of criminals if you will

- now i feel like i should talk about the ending

- OKAY I WAS TRICKED

- FUCKING MISDIRECTED

- vile was taken down, gray was good, el topo and le chevre we're living a domestic life as husbands, carmen got her memory back, shadowsan was also alright, they found carmen's mother

- wait just a lil break to talk about HOW CUTE EL TOPO AND LE CHEVRE WERE . THE FOOD TRUCK . THE WINK EL TOPO GAVE . THEYRE IN LOVEEEEE IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM

- okay back to our regularly scheduled programming

- i was confused bc wth this is a great ending i expected pain

- AND THEN

- WHAT ??!?!!?!!

- HORRIBLE ENDING

- carmen left zack and ivy, her and shadowsan also split up, she never got to see jules, and gray also didn't wanna see her?

- WHAT THE FUCK

- WHY ARE WE JUST ABANDONING FRIENDSHIPS LEFT AND RIGHT

- I KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO SEE YOUR MOM BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO DITCH YOUR FOUND FAMILY

- WHAT WAS THE REASONNNNN

- okay. calm :) . whoever wrote this i just wanna have a few words. maybe an explanation of the thought process that went into this

- i have to admit i did like seeing acme! zack and ivy and now i want to see their friendship with jules + devineaux BUT

- while i loved seeing zack's slicked back hair i would have preferred team red

- it's just such a nonsensical ending to have?

- like parts of it i get (carmen going to see her mom, vile being locked up, etc) but it didn't make sense for carmen to completely abandon all contact with her closest friends ????

- maybe i misinterpreted the scene and she didn't leave them forever (though the note made it sound pretty permanent) and they could've been friends this whole time still but,,,, why

- why do that why would carmen ever have to leave behind all the people she loves just to find her mom (they could literally come with her)

- and we know that carmen is very loyal. that's like a big part of who she is. so WHY

- none of this makes any sense my brain hurts

now to pick the weeds out of the field of canon,,, aka what i would keep the same in the canon in my head and what i would toss out (because this ending. did not happen. :) )

beautiful flowers that i will let stay in the field:

- el topo and le chevre domestic husbands <33

- gray being smart and surviving

- carmen going to find her mother

- shadowsan going to his brother

- i could accept zack and ivy being acme agents but only under certain circumstances which i will talk about in the next part

- im pretty sure that's it. everything else either sucked or i cant remember

now the weeds im picking out (what im changing):

- gray not wanting to see carmen. it does kinda seem like something gray would do (not wanting to complicate her life) BUT I WANTED TO SEE CARMEN BUSTING IN THERE like "no ?? you just saved me and i want to make sure you're okay you're not just gonna disappear from my life idiot"

- carmen saying goodbye to ivy and zack. (still not clear if that was a forever goodbye or ???) either way why split up team red :(

- and it also wasn't clear if shadowsan just completely abandoned team red as well,,, but if he did then no he didn't. i say he lives by his brother but still stays in contact with team red

- now about zack and ivy being a part of acme,,, i can accept this if the situation is carmen wanted to retire and they were bored + wanted a job fighting crime so they joined acme (and became best friends with devineaux and jules bc they have to approve of carmen's girlfriend)

- speaking of,,,,, whatever happened with jules and carmen (did they not see each other either, ??) they're actually girlfriends now and carmen commonly hangs around acme to help them with big cases and to spend time with her girlfriend (+ zack, ivy, and devineaux)

- also carmen and player's friendship,,, i just wanted to see them meet in person and hug each other but im glad they stayed in touch

and i could talk about how there should be another season or (because i get that they might not have enough plot for that) an animated movie to wrap it up a little better, and the fact that they're doing a live action movie which im,, not very excited for but ive worn myself out a little soooo final thought:

- WHAT IS HER GIVEN NAMEEE

[thurst-day]

๑ GTKM ๑

Tagged by @defsenses ♡

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what do you prefer to be called name wise? Karen is alright but it has been a meme around the world for a while i want to change my nameee

when is your birthday? 12th April

where do you live? Indonesia

three things you are doing right now? laying down in my bed while searching videos for new gifs and listening to music

four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now? recently i just binge watching going svt 19&20 and apparently they're funny and gave almost the same vibes as got7, might have to dig them up more or i might be a carat already idk

how’s the pandemic treating you? well it's not like i often go out anyway, but i think i already at that point of boredom when i'm afraid if i stuck up at my home for a long time i might get unproductive and got used to being lazy

a song you can’t stop listening to right now? Change Up by Seventeen? I love the vibes of it, reminds me of the first time i fell in love with Teenager which was the first song that got me into GOT7 discography

recommend a movie? i rarely watch movie instead i watch anime lol i love haikyu and the demon slayer but then they are not a movie, umm maybe Good Will Hunting, i really like that movie, most of old movie are always have the best story

how old are you? 22 but i haven't felt like taylor's 22 so far lol

school, university, occupation, other? freelancer i guess it's hard finding a job with this pandemic situation :'

do you prefer hot or cold? weather wise? cold, but i live in a country who only have 2 season, rain or dry(hot) and i hate it bc i sweat alot and when it rains it always felt damp

name one fact others may not know about you? the fact that i stan kpop and watch anime and read gay ff lmao i guess my irl friend might suspect a little but if they know they didn't say anything lol

are you shy? i'm more like a quiet person sometimes i'm not that confident but i think i'm not that shy, sometimes i could be shameless too, it depends jshs

do you have any preferred pronouns? she/her

any pet peeves? when people call me god i hate calling, i prefer texting

whats your favorite “dere” type? omg i didn't know there are other than Tsundere.. after doing some research i think Dandere lol

rate you life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be. 6 i guess skshs i'm so lost right now but i'll find a way eventually i hope

what’s your main blog? @soulless-creature

list your side blogs and what they are used for. @miraclesandtemptations for good omens but i rarely used it anymore and this one for GOT7 and kpop in general

is there anything you think people need to know about you before being friends with you? i'm literally lost my funny senses so i might be unfunny and awkward most of the time lol

[wooyukh]

I am an idiot who forgot to sign off with her anon nameee😭😭 The chan blond/ yugyeom blond comment was mine btw! I can never get enough of the blue thoughhhh . Thinking about it now I’d really like to see yeonjun with pink :) oh and the nct dream cb! Let’s discuss!! ~🦋 (phew I rmred to sign off this time😅)

ahhh okay!! I’lll make sure to change the tags to 🦋 anon. but you're no idiot :(( !! hmm yeonjun with pink hair would be interesting. after this blonde hair I would like to see more of black haired yeonjun though 😔 & yes!!! what's your fav nct dream song from the ep?? how are you liking it bubs ???

[iridessa-st-elmo-blog]

Tidying the Bathroom | [Self-Para]

As suggested: Iridessa cleans her bathroom

Iridessa had been going out a lot more than she had when she first started living in Swynlake. Since that was the case, she also had started spending less and less time cleaning her place as she typically did as an added step to her day since she liked to keep to herself so much. But judging from the state of her bathroom, she had decided that it was finally time for her to forget her goals and who she wanted to seek out, and focus on cleaning the house. She had gotten most of the cleaning done within two days, which was satisfying. Iridessa loved to see the way the apartment seemed to glisten. But her least favorite section of the house to clean was her bathroom. And it was largely because she could never reach the highest parts of the bathroom mirrors, and ended up turning into a fairy and then attempting to fly up and clean it that way. Needless to say, that method tended to take more time.

She glanced in her bathroom and sighed, her bucket full of cleaning supplies ready to go. First she moved to grab the towels and the bathroom mat, and took them over to the laundry room, shoving them in their and starting to run that whole process in the washing machine. Then Iridessa made her way back to the bathroom, considering which step would go first. The floor would be last, that much was the sensible thing to do. She opted for the bathtub. First she started by removing the hairs that she had let get stuck in the drain. Iridessa wrinkled her nose, pulling the wet hair out and quickly darting over to her trash bin to toss it in there. Two steps were already done. Iridessa already felt better about the room than she had before.

Once she had done the simpler, quicker tasks, it was time to really prep for the more difficult cleaning tasks. Iridessa tied back her hair in a ponytail and used the phone she had gotten to play some music from musicals while she worked, to make the task a bit easier as a whole. So she found herself humming along to a song from Les Mis as she took her multi-surface bathroom cleaner and started spraying it in the bottom of the bathtub. While she waited for the cleaner to change color to show that it had cleaned what it was supposed to, she poured a toilet cleaner into the toilet bowl itself, and then grabbed a sponge to start scrubbing at the lid and the inside of the bowl where the water didn’t reach. It was her least favorite part of cleaning, which was why she preferred to get it done sooner rather than later. The dirtier parts needed to be dealt with, and then she could enjoy the counter cleaning a bit more. At least she could hope. Sometimes that got a bit too dirty and then she would have to scrub away and take another hour or so to finish up with her cleaning.

Iridessa knelt on the ground before the toilet bowl, thinking about how others might have to clean this a lot more. Especially those that consumed a healthy amount of alcohol. Iridessa wasn’t unfamiliar with the sight of someone throwing up into a toilet bowl. Luckily she hadn’t done such a thing since moving into this place so the cleaning wasn’t too complicated. She scrubbed the inside of the toilet bowl carefully, and then moved to scrub the outside rim of the toilet before she went to scrub at the seat of the toilet on both sides. The bottom was naturally filthier than the top, so it took her more time to clean off the tidbits that got stuck there. She wrinkled her nose, scrubbing as quickly as possible so that the smell wouldn’t get too her too badly. Iridessa had always had a sensitive nose, and an unfortunate gag reflex, which made some aspects of cleaning overall more difficult for her than it might otherwise be. She cleaned off the bottom of the seat and sighed in relief, setting the seat down and then moving to clean the top quickly, barely taking more than a few minutes to clean that part before she worked toward the lid. Both sides of the lid barely took a few minutes either, so she finished up with that and then moved to rinse her sponge.

She recoiled a little bit from watching the filth come off the sponge, but she forced herself to finish cleaning that off before she made her way back to the bathtub. The foam that had at first been colored purple had changed to white, showing her that it had cleaned as it could. Iridessa leaned over the side of the tub, drawing her sleeves back as well before she started scrubbing at the foamy cleaner, scrubbing the bottom of the tub and moving to send some of that soap up the sides of the tub and clean those off with the same material she had been using to clean the bottom of the tub. She scrubbed at small patches where she thought the cleaner hadn’t quite managed on its’ own toward the back of the tub and then started moving her way over to the front of it, where the drain was as well as the handles to turn on the water. Once Iridessa was sufficiently satisfied with that, she reached for the shower head and pulled it away from where it was hung up, starting the water at a decent warm temperature.

Iridessa felt the water a few times before she was satisfied and started rinsing away the foam that was on the sides of the bathtub as well as the bottom of it. Just as she was starting to do that, a song from Phantom of the Opera started playing, and a smile lit up her face as she thought about the music, the dance she had experienced a while back, and the joy she had felt dancing with her real life Phantom. “In sleep he sang to meeee, in dreams he caaaame. That voice which calls to meeee and speaks my nameee,” she sang along with enthusiasm, nearly toppling over as she swayed, spraying water over the floor of the bathroom, herself and the tub. Oops. Iridessa wrinkled her nose at her own irresponsibility and focused back on her task, though she did still sing along. Albeit with a little less wildly careless enthusiasm. After all, she could easily break her leg if she spilled water everywhere and then tripped. That or try to turn into a fairy to avoid breaking her leg, the water would still be flying all over the place, and her wings would get wet. She would fall, and then she would still get hurt even while she was trying to avoid injury. It was a vicious sort of cycle there. Naturally Iridessa wanted to avoid hurting herself.

She could simply sing along to it more when she was done with her cleaning. The Phantom of the Opera continued to play as she finished cleaning the bathtub, or at least that section of it. She then moved to grab any bottles that were basically empty, shampoo or conditioner that she just hadn’t bothered to toss out of there. Honestly, Iridessa had clearly been too distracted by the mysterious man if she couldn’t even toss out a couple of shampoo bottles. Once she had done that she had gotten rid of a lot of the clutter in and of itself, which was a wonderful sight. Now that she had cleaned that section of the tub, she shifted so she stood on the side of the bathtub (it was wide enough for her to stand, albeit precariously, so that she would be able to clean the walls of the bathtub. For that she had a tile cleaner and again her sponge, so she could squirt the cleaner onto her sponge and then start scrubbing the first wall furiously. What pissed her off more than anything was that she could only really get half of the wall, because she was too small. She couldn’t reach the top half of the wall. Irritation. That was the best word to describe what she felt looking at that. She leaned in to work on the other two walls that surrounded the tub, which resulted in around the same, with Iridessa cursing under her breath as she debated the best way to handle it. Iridessa didn’t want to step into her newly cleaned bathtub.

That would just defeat what she was trying to do. And then she lit up as she considered her next idea. Of course! Iridessa could fix this. She made sure that the water from the shower head was off and that it was hung up properly before she transformed, shrinking down to size, to the point where the sponge was probably the length of her body, but wider proportionally. It was…not the worst thing to carry, but it would definitely take her a lot longer to clean the top sections of the walls than it would have in her larger size. She bit her lip and focused, lifting off into the air with the sponge dragging a bit, forcing her to strain a bit more to get to the top and start scrubbing the cleaner soaked sponge against that section of the wall. Whereas Iridessa in human form would have gotten that half of the wall soaped up in a few minutes, fairy Iridessa took….a good half an hour to simply be able to get soap on the first wall’s top half. It wasn’t a foolproof solution, but it was the best one she had been able to come up with. She regretted it just a little bit as she finished the first section and glanced over at the other two walls. Those would take equally long, if not longer because she was likely to tire and take even more time.

She finished that first wall, dropped the sponge, and flew back so that she was outside of the bathtub area before she switched back to her larger size. Iridessa then maneuvered to grab the sponge and add more cleaner to it so she could get the next wall with it. She took another moment to take a sip of water from the bathroom sink and then transformed again, a smile lighting her face anyway as she took off in the air. Oh how she had missed her wings and being able to utilize them to do something important. And in her mind, this could definitely be considered something important. Iridessa wanted a clean apartment if she ever were to invite someone over to stay with her. That was essential to her. Now that she had turned back, she held the soap covered sponge, which weighed quite a bit more to her, and she started flying up the side of the next wall to start on that section. The second one was the long part of the wall. This, more than the other two segments would take the longest, because she would have to scrub along a larger stretch of wall as a whole. Why had she decided that cleaning this part should come after the floor of the bathtub?

In the end, it took Iridessa an entire hour to do that part of the wall, after which she dropped the sponge again, and let herself enjoy the loss of that weight and dart around the bathroom, flying around and around and twisting around the sink. She briefly touched down on the counter, glancing at herself in the mirror, beaming at her own fairy form. If she was learning anything from this experience, it was that she definitely needed more time to be able to just enjoy being herself, being a fairy. Maybe she could also go back to the Hollow to visit. She had certainly missed her family enough. Iridessa finally moved to soap up the third section of the wall, taking another half hour chunk out of her day before she transformed into her human form to start the shower again. Iridessa rinsed each section of wall carefully, a satisfied smile stretched across her face as she managed to clean off each, and caught sight of the gleam that came from how determinedly she had been cleaning those sections of the wall.

Thankfully it meant that she had finished up with the bathtub as a whole. Now she would need to do the counter, the bathroom mirrors, and the floor. Iridessa opted for the mirrors first, so that the windex that dripped down could touch a counter that hadn’t been cleaned yet anyway. She sprayed windex all over the first mirror before she darted forward and switched to her fairy form, using the paper towel to wipe at the top of the mirror and work her way down in segments. This part she always felt like she needed to rush, before the cleaner really started to stick to the mirror and leave its’ own splotches. So as opposed to the walls she had been cleaning, she rushed and rushed, finishing wiping off that first mirror within ten minutes. She repeated the same action with the other two mirror she had in the bathroom before transforming back and scrubbing at the counters and the inside of the sinks. She rinsed each of those off and wiped them carefully with her paper towels before it finally came to the floor.

Now this one she started at the bathtub side and used the cleaner and started wiping backwards, walking back toward the bathroom door as she cleaned each section, that way she would never step over an already cleaned portion of it. It took her a good half hour to clean that properly, but once she had, she was able to set her cleaning materials aside and smile. She had done it. Now her entire apartment was glistening and she could bring anyone by that she might want.