#god i never realized i wrote this much LMFAO

[spurbleu]

disciple ✞︎

[ken sato x afab reader]

S. if you look for God, you won’t always find him. but you always found Ken.

warnings: mdni, religious imagery, mentions of vaginal sex and oral (both receiving), angst, toxic(ish) situationship, grinding/leg riding, ken before his growth arc, maybe a lil ooc

a/n: this one is a little nasty, sorry. i promise the next one will be cute to make up for it lmfao. inspired by @mitskicain and her beautiful work here.

word count: 3.8k

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Somewhere along the way, you had become devoted.

The Bible’s spine bound to your own- the alters of your chapel nailed to the foot of your bed. Velvet cushions the color of your undereyes- swollen mauve. You slept there, allegiance to something larger than yourself keeping you to its feathered seats, molded into a ceaseless kneel.

You could call him many things- a whore, bastard, a good (no, great) fuck- but Ken Sato was no god. Your spite made sure of it, refusing to enter the coitus infused oak that built your confessional. The stench of sex would not pull the truth from your stubborn lips, white in denial (wedding veil, erotic). His influence on yourself couldn’t be larger than your own. 

It wasn’t. It would never be.

You wrote out that lie on his thigh, your teary cunt on the harsh fabric of his trousers. They felt rich against the lace of your panties- embroidered in every language of your arousal, highlighting the blush as it sheens through the fabric.

“That’s it, baby. Ride yourself out- filthy girl.”

Obedience. You groaned- frustrated, mostly with yourself. It was out of character for you- doing bidding without complaint. Sculpting your body in the ways he wanted you to, foggy minded and pussy drunk. Since when were you willing to take orders?

You supposed it was his drafting party- 3 years ago. Arrogant, young bastard then- high on the birth of his success- talking to you like he had the world in the palm of his large, fledging hand (Atlas, before the world wore him down, too). Despite it, your friend had begged you at the bar,

“Give him a chance.” She was dating a Dodger at the time, albeit a much more mature one.

Reluctant, you entertained. Forcing an airy laugh at his formless jokes, many of them losing the punchline behind his liquored teeth. You would run your hand up his shoulder, massaging muscles under Abercrombie. They had been bigger, then- plumper and less relaxed- yet another desperate attempt to stand out.

Obnoxiously amateur. It was stamped on his forehead, his tongue, and his knuckles as he drove you to his apartment, black ink cracking the faulty persona he had created for himself.

There, he fucked you senseless.

His god given gift must have been stamina, you decided. He made the night endless, morning suspended by the brutality of your next orgasm, the expanse of his mattress (not yet expensive, impatient for his first paycheck) memorizing the way you screamed his name and the taste of your drool (vodka, and the admissions you were wrong- prayers).

It’s when you realized his orders always seemed to align with your desires- spoken or not.

You moaned again, hips curling against the space above his knee, grinding like your orgasm would return your dignity with a fat, blue bow. Replace what you had lost to the shape of him, fill the hole that had once been your own. Now who’s the amateur.

He held your hips with a plum grip- thumbs bruising the patch of skin beneath your dress- folded in careless wrinkles on your waist. It was one of your favorites- not that he cared. He could buy you twenty more of the same ones, if he wanted to. But he didn’t- no, now, he wanted to see you fold and whimper over the shape of his quads.

“C’mon baby. Cum for me, show me what I do to you.”

It’s funny. Your knees were half bent, straddling him in shaky rhythm. Your fingers interlaced behind his neck, hands sailing the nape of his neck, brushing against shore of hair- searching the waters for minimal stability. From far away- it would’ve looked like you were deep in prayer.

The twist of your nose mistaken for devotion, not lust. Your interlaced fingers and touching foreheads a physical vessel for the god you were calling out to- his name spoken quietly in breathy moans that fell from under your tongue. A religious ceremony- the Eucharist between your legs- wine against lace (filth in a chapel, dust on candles).

Your orgasm was sinful, the damnation near worth it as you crumpled into his chest, sighing your reconciliation. His hands slid up from your hips to your waist, eager to hold the space under your arms, palms pressing against your rocky exhale.

He pulled your face from his chest with a single hand, gripping your teeth through your cheeks. It wasn’t rough, but it was strong enough to break you out of your sexed stupor, your eyes meeting his as you searched for answers in the grey of his iris.

How did you get here?

Grinding his leg like it was your deliverance- like it would somehow stop the horns from growing. Your transformation from a devil into something lucid- a little more deserving of limbo. The red of your lips kissed away into a tasteful pink, the dim light above his bed illuminating your mussed hair into the apparition of a halo.

Equally- he torn the putridity from you, smudging the grime in a cross on your forehead (Ash Wednesday, burnt innocence and palm branches). Your crimes, pockets of lust found between your weeping cunt and glossy lips, held you captive to his embrace.

You were one big step away from salvation, and three small ones away from hell.

So instead of moving, you lay stagnant on the bed of your shared apartment, his back turned away from yours. There, you were left to think about what brought you to Ken Sato- God or Satan? Perhaps both, found in the gentle snore of the goliath next to you, his features in sleep contrary to the harsh lines that structured his jaw awake. They were softer, here, innocent.

You knew better.

Ken wasn’t a man of chastity. The way he fucked acting as your testimony, near selfish as he chased your orgasms, each shudder of your legs a building block to his tall ego. How, when he arrived at your dimly lit porch, breath low, there wasn’t that begrudging, drawling slow talk. Pointless questions about the other that neither really cared about.

No, Ken pulled you close. Skipped the part where you get to know each other, or that airy friction before your lips meet. Instead, you both pilfer your manners, settling for the impolite shape of a kiss, a precursor to how he’ll fold you tonight.

Perhaps that’s how you know him well. You’ve become so good at reading his touch on you, palm searing the details of his day with his lifelines into the small of your back, that you don’t even need to ask. People tended to speak with their words- but Ken had a particular fluency for the use of his hands.

They tell you other things, too. How his immaturity can still be found in his desperate sighs and arrogance. How his favorite meal is the one between your legs. How quickly he can fall asleep, and how he talks in it. You listen, wondering if this time, he’ll say something forgiving (like your name).

But that’s where it ends. You both fall somewhere between strangers and lovers, knowing more than a stranger would but significantly less that a lover should.

You still don’t know his favorite color.

But why would you want to? You didn’t- shouldn’t- care. As long as he kept his cock buried the in plush of your cunt, or his mouth on it, you couldn’t. It could be something poetic like sapphire, for all you care. But you knew if he ever asked, he’d say something stupid like,

“The color of your cheeks when I make you cum.” Abhorrently charming, and motivated by his own libido, you’d think, before straddling his thigh. Romantic enough to make the request of you riding his leg, dirty enough to actually get you to do it.

Again, that thoughtless obedience. You were losing your edge, that ardor that made you chaseable, out of reach. But now he had you around his finger, and it drove you mad.

You both knew you have every ability to walk away. To stand up, pack your things, and leave. You could never see him again, find a decent man who doesn’t talk to you like you’re some whore, and settle down. White picket fence- within your reach- just out the door. Ken wouldn’t chase you- but that’s it- isn’t it? He wouldn’t care.

But you wanted him, didn’t you. He fucked the unpredictability out of you- the effortless curl of his index finger bringing you on your knees, mouth open in a worship. You wanted to have him guessing, on his toes, like he had you.

“I only fucked you because my friend had begged me too,” You had said one morning, an attempt at regaining it, “You were charity work.” You watched the ridged lines of his silhouette for a reaction.

But there wasn’t one. He only chuckled, standing as he stretched the inflation of the dawn off his shoulders, “Yeah…I was pretty annoying back then, wasn’t I?”

You were approaching tantrum. Had you lost your bite? Were your canines dulled- since when were you a domesticated dog? Where along the way had he cured you of your rabidity? You came up dry.

So defeated, you had said, “Yeah. You were.”

He turned to you, that familiar glint in his eyes, not dissimilar to a priest before a homily (delivering the truth), “But you came back, didn’t you?”

He was right. You called him- three days later. Midnight, swallowing your pride and your arousal as you asked, “Want to come over?” and hopeful when he replied “I will never say no.”

And he hadn’t. You suppose that’s where your bite came back, canines softer but still effective. That when they tear into the softness of his neck, coming back bloody and hysterical, he bent into you. He started kneeling, eating you out like somewhere, beneath your noxious folds, was redemption.

(Is this where you’re his god? Above him, moaning his name, hips rolling in tandem with his tongue? If so, you feel powerless. Because outside the bursa between your legs, you had nothing to offer.)

But he never said yes either. He would just hang up, and in 15 minutes be at your door, seconds before his mouth was on yours. Maybe, he was saying yes then. Spelling out a y, e and s in the hickeys he left on your neck. But the selfish, younger part of you wanted to hear him say it.

Whisper it in your ear as he fingered you, or as you licked his tip, kneeling before him as he whispered his little plea. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Hear the heat of orgasm in the bobbing of his adam’s apple.

But instead, he talked to you rather than about you, when he was close (delusion- that he saw you in that moment).

“Your littl’ cunt it my favorite- y’know that sweetheart?”

You were folded beneath him, a rare time when you faced each other. His head was against yours, hot breath fanning on your bruised lips as his rutted into you, shroom tip making stars fuzz on the sides of your vision. It made his utterance, motivated by your clenching walls, beyond intimate.

You couldn’t help the weight those words held in your hands. Favorite. Such a complicated feeling.

You knew he fucked other girls- his whorish grin buried into dozens of cunts before yours. But a young, childish creature was born in the cavity of your chest- envy. It’s plump hands tearing the rips in your indifference, revealing the head of your heart. Bent over into the bed that would never be just yours, you felt it leak out of the intimate parts of you, slicking his cock as if it would stain him.

Although, there was an impish pride in it all. That you had bewitched him enough, ass flaring against his hips, flesh opening wide and obediently for him, that he made a mistake in calling you a favorite. A pedestal for you to kiss his feet at, where you looked down at the other disciples and you knew, you fucking knew, he was a close to yours as he was ever going to be.

That’s why, in the normalcy of it all, of being ‘the one’ (less romantic than you had thought it was when you were a girl), you weren’t surprised when he asked you to live with him.

Two years ago, now. He had been lying next to you, the drowse of sex pulling his chest up in a rhythm you found repulsively soothing, he asked you, “Do you want to move in?”

And because you had never been more causal about anything in your life (exhilarating, the apathy an illusion of control), that you replied, “Sure.”

Huge apartment- stench of wealth written in every spotless crevice. Modern, grey arches and colorless domes- highlighted by the rich brown of the oak that surrounded the exterior. The bedroom view overlooked Anaheim, and most mornings you’d catch yourself staring at the sunrise, another sleepless evening behind you. It was your favorite view of the city.

Not that Ken knew- you never told him, and he never asked.

That’s how you planned to keep it. Even if you lived together, nothing about your relationship would change. You weren’t going to role play the happy wife- waiting at the door with his liquor and lace under your apron as you asked him “how was your day?” over dinner. There would be no domesticity. It would stay a house not a home.

But eventually, it became neither. Instead, it became a church.

Business with reality ate away at both of your lungs, that by the time you reached the door, you were breathless and crawling. You found ceremony in asthmatic sex; body already accustomed to the feeling of asphyxiation.

There was never room in your lungs for actual romance. Not all liquor could be rum- not all love could be sweet. You settled with the discovery as you rode out your frustrations on his cock, feeling as he stretched you out (merciless, perdition by pleasure) the grip on your thighs motivating your assault.

Tell me, it would say, tell me with your hips.

Routine.

It was your service. The Gospel, as he whispers in your ear how much he missed you today, how much he needed this- you. How quickly you were brought to your knees, feeling as his cock stretched your throat- more room for the hymn of his name.

How you became the choir, the altar servers, the priest and the attendees all at once. How he made you everything, then (except for of course, God. He played that role in your selfish exhibition). How when you screamed his name, your cunt memorizing the feverish pace he thrust into you, angels heard worship.

You could feel it happening- that subtle, long, change from a devil to a disciple. That as his cock reformed the shape of your walls, your cervix slowly morphing into the shape of a crucifix, he made you a follower.

It was another year before the candles snuffed. His mother disappeared.

You had heard of Ms. Kato before. Not that he would ever take you to her- you aren’t exactly the type of girl you bring home (a vice, really. No mother wants to meet their son’s damnation.) But everyone knew about Ms. Kato.

He talked about her in interviews, and besides slumber you haven’t seen his face that soft before. Admiration- a son who loved his mother. It humanized him, and sometimes you’d find yourself searching for a similar plasticity as he cleaned you up, holding your bambi legs (if you got lucky, he’d place a kiss on your knee, gracious. Hopeful.)

You decided she had no place here, with you. Not because you hated her (far from it)- but out of a compassion. You wouldn’t stain the one thing that made him redeemable. A tenderness that shouldn’t be corrupted. There were equally parts of you that you would never share, and he would never know- for that very same reason.

Because if you do, you’ll be judged empty handed and irredeemable.

But then he cried.

He cried, in front of you. The peak of vulnerability, curling into your arms after breaking a kiss that felt particularly dull, uncharged. You had agreed, so many times, to keep things casual. To ignore the tug at your tendons to reach out, or to ask about him. To find out his favorite color.

And against all your better judgment, you embraced him. You held him as he sobbed into your chest, a boy missing his mother. Your hands bridged the gaps in his hair strands, fiddling the parts of his body he couldn’t feel in that moment (keep some semblance of distance, if that were ever possible).

You both fell asleep like that, tangled in the dips and rifts in your bodies. His tears had stained your shirt, not that you minded. It was nice, having him daub you with something less lewd- placing his tolerance on the crest of your chest.

The next morning, you sat on the edge of the bed as you watched him get dressed. There was a sluggishness about him, a depression between the sleepy jostle of his shirt, stretching over his heavy chest. The daybreak was dimmed by his swollen eyes, the imprint of your chest showing up a red rash on his cheek.

“Do you…want to talk about it?”

A mistake, but an empathetic one. Asking about him. Without sensuality, the motivation to get between his legs, that familiar ache in your cunt. No, this was a different ache- much higher- fluttering in the bluntness of your heartrate.

When he turned to you, it swelled, and you realized you had crossed a boundary. A thick one, the one that glued things together for this long. He didn’t glare at you- in fact there wasn’t expression. Dulled knife without bloodlust, just a utensil, half used and ready for the next meal.

“No,” he had said then, and you knew it was over. End of an era, nail in the coffin.

He told you he was moving to Japan shortly after. As he was packing his things into the U-Haul, you watched him from the doorway, and the world seemed to narrow between his acnetis. You swallowed as he taped the last box.

He stood in front of you.

Thinner, than three years ago. Older, a bit more mature- hell you’d even call him a man. He wasn’t playing dress-up in a fancy suit or in his baseball uniform- no, here you found him rather casual- in sweats and old merch. A hat, brush back your favorite texture- thick rooted hair.

3 years of your life, packed in a U-Haul and out the window of an airplane. Not that you even expected it to last this long.

But what was it anyway? A sorry excuse for a relationship? An exchange of goods that both of you needed but neither knew how to ask for? An empty embrace, without personality but with all the intimacy? You couldn’t figure it out.

What happens to a churchgoer when it’s stolen from them? Candles snuffed, building bulldozed, the beautiful stained glass broken in faithless shards at their feet, eroded by angel tears. Left to find another one, you supposed.

But that’s the thing- you weren’t just going to church to worship something, but someone. And now he was leaving, as you both agreed you would not follow, left to explore the expansive hole he drilled within your body by yourself.

You weren’t bitter- in fact you found yourself understanding. Every God abandons- and it will always feel too soon. There wasn’t a point in begging, praying, kissing. You had done your job, washed his feet, let him move on (why couldn’t you do it with him?).

“What’s your favorite color?”

His eyebrows furrowed as he gave you the apartment keys, half out the door with his last box- photos. Maybe you were in there, somewhere (would he frame it?). “What?”

“You never told me,” you found a goodbye in his eyes, so there wasn’t a need to say one back, “I want to know.”

“Why?”

You shrugged. There wasn’t an answer that would satisfy him anyway. He searched your eyes, perhaps for your own goodbye. When he came up empty handed, his shoulders caved with a sigh.

“Don’t have one. But I…” guilt. There it was. The desire to clean up half the mess you made, recognition that by leaving, you’re destroying a follower and her morale, the goodness and obedience you had built for so long. It flashed across his features in a ripple, rock hitting the water. A weak smile, and for a moment you had been convinced it was real (God’s son, a little more human, a little more tangible).

“I have always loved the color of your eyes.”

Cruelly romantic, and in the most inopportune time.

You caught a glimpse of what could have been as he drove off. Taking you with him, fucking you in the airport bathroom, hand keeping you quiet. On the plane, he’d interlace your fingers through his as you lift off (he finds out your afraid of heights). You live in Japan, he teaches you patiently how to say hello, holding you after making your bed. A domesticity, a place of worship, lost to an inability to talk- to risk.

He didn’t kiss you when he left, but you both know that was for the best. That your frenzied physicality, the only thing that seemed to keep you attending church, was absent in your goodbye.

It really was over.

He left your apartment half empty (church without an alter). He didn’t call like he said he would, neither did you, and your devotion simmered into hardened, bitter lines. Resentment was found in every corner of that apartment (because there wasn’t a place where he hadn’t touched), and truthfully, yourself (again, imprinted).

It didn’t take long before you moved out as well.

While packing, you came across a picture you took together at his draft party. You both looked so much younger, and it reminded you how big you could smile. A memory- that although you had convinced yourself you were never charmed by that amateur, there was a reason you found yourself under him that night.

And, funnily enough, for the next three years.

You burned it.

Fuck him. You would think. Good riddance.

But above your head, a flame flickered to life- orange in its birth, fueled by the ashes of your fervor, the years of your bleeding knees, and that fucking picture.

Even now, he’ll remain in your subconscious fidelity.

What a bastard.

[yongislong]

intimate moments + 127

wc/genre: 2,010k... fluff, domestic, angsty?? suggestive? mayhaphs. established relationships with nonidol!127. not proofread oof

cw/note: no cws i dont think but lmk! ty for requesting anon! requests are always open btw hehe! but YUUPP yknow what time it is my first 127 headcannons muahaha so here we go :> mark and haechan are in the dreamies post. i used and and like a lot im SORRY LMFAO but tysm for the support :") i was surprised people liked my other stuff sm! im quite insecure about the way i wrote bc.. i write how i talk haha, its kind of a mess. i wish i could make my posts a lot cuter and stuff but school is tiring, i appreciate all of your love lately though, this was all for myself and first bc i was going through it but im glad people enjoy it! sorry this is so long i just wanted to let yall know a bit more abt me! :D

taeil… cooking: GOD im having taeil brainrot bc he was on that baby show, and him ripping that crab with his bare hands.... sickening. bc UGH he is such husband material. imagining you both in the kitchen cooking and he's genuinely such a menace and you cant hear the music you suggested to play, anymore bc his smooching noises are so LOUD and suddenly the homemade pho you were both attempting to make while wearing matching aprons is on the verge of being forgotten lol. you finally give in after much name calling from him and let him press your cheeks together to give you a wet, loud smooch on your forehead. theres something about cooking to taeil thats so personal and adult-y to him. like oh my god here you both are, sitting in your VERY cute shared apartment, sharing a very nice bowl of noodles as the roses he planted now lay in a small mint green vase on your tiny dining room table. its something about the domesticity of working on something together, enjoying yourselves while doing it AND getting to eat the end product of said hard work, that he finds incredibly fullfilling. sitting across the love of his life. another thing he likes to do is prop his feet next to your right thigh on your chair and you do the same. you guys have your legs resting on each others chairs under the table. sometimes he pulls on the skin of your calf and when you complain you haven't shaven he rolls his eyes and seems to swat your words out of the air in front of him. long story short he just watches you ramble on about your day at work, until he stares for too long and hasn't realized you're practically shaking the life out of him because he never answered your questions about whether or not he gave brina and brita their fish food

johnny... sharing a book: johnny pegs me as someone who's super patient! maybe he's not bc... parasocial relationships LOL but in his interactions with everyone else, like that one jcc where mark doesn't want frozen yogurt and he was so nice abt it! but similarly to renjun, its nice to share something in bed but also both be consuming the same content yknow? he also seems to me like the type of guy who, likes to finish something before moving on to the next big thing WHICH means.... you spending about 5 months going through the entire percy jackson series PFTT. but its SOO GOOD and you both get so into it and after you finish the first two books you immediately both skip lectures or work the next day just to watch the movies and you both lose your minds at how bad they are TT. but yes its such a nice time to unwind! he loves having you lay between his legs, head on his collarbone as his arms circle around your torso to lay the book on your hipbone. he always waits for you to finish before he turns the page ofc! he also bought a little reading light that can be clipped on the the binding of the outside of the book and illuminate the pages in case reading went on a lot longer than expected. the bookmark that holds your place in the story was a polaroid picture of you sleeping HOWEVER it got replaced to a picture of you looking thru a glass of wine and it makes your face look all warped and funny lol. johnny always smiles when he sees it so its a good way to begin reading time hehe. kinda obvious but his body heat + his room + the smell of his lingering cologne on his sheets is chefs kiss, extra points if the apartment still smells like coffee from this morning OR the bottle of red wine he opened that sits on the nightstand </3

taeyong... customizing clothes together: GODDDD ya'll would be the most well dressed couple ever dude. yong is so creative, and i sense that he would want his partner to share his same taste at least when it comes to clothes and art! this isn't something you both do often bc... life lol but it started when you were cleaning out your shared closet. both sprawled on the floor, as you begin complaining about how you've both found pieces of clothing that you felt guilty about throwing away. then! yong suggests going to the craft/vintage store to see if theres any way to up-cycle what you've found. so thats how you spend the summer weekend. sat on the plush fuchsia rug in your living room, surrounded by denim, fabric squares, 80s brooches, lace, ribbon, etc etc as you spend the humid and sticky afternoon binging nana while you both sit in creative/comfortable silence, gluing and pining and sewing things to various articles of clothing. its SO cozy, funk music plays from the mini speaker you guys co-own and at the end of the task, you give each other a private fashion show styling your new clothes! he adores watching you pretend to model and eggs you on sm "y/n you need to consider doing this for real, everything looks good on you its not fair," this day is something that you both remember for a while. there were shared childhood stories, insecurities, dreams and you both were so much more vulnerable because there was something to distract yourselves with. the night ends in an absolute destruction of your living room floor, but accompanied with a cuddle session in his bed, the sounds from the ceiling fan and his heart beat almost make you sleepy, almost missing his whispered compliments and soft neck kisses.

yuta... hair: ok i know this is super vague but as a fellow scorpio who loves doing things to their hair, theres nothing more i want in life than someone to be able to do those things with! like ugh late night hair salon time with yuta, yup. this goes along so well with trust as well. i mean he's letting you cut, dye and style his hair and vice versa. i feel like he'd be with someone who's more edgy and this would be such a raw moment for you as a couple LIKE you're changing each other's appearances and its a time of patience. listening is extremely important as well and whenever you go through a new hair phase, sitting down at the sink and soaking up what the other has to say and practically baring their souls out while the bleach is very much stinging the top of his scalp is really fascinating LMAO, needless to say you guys aren't the typical couple, but it works. the amount of understanding and empathy you've both adopted for one another is lovely! and not to mention is super cute when yuta crinkles his nose, his teeth peeking out just a bit from the opening of his lips, because he absolutely needed a blonde wolf cut and hair is very much getting all over his face. in moments like this he doesn't think he would trade your adorable and super hot according to him concentration face. ALSOOO angsy, hot, jrock inspired couple photos are a must and yes, everyone on campus is jealous.

doyoung... driving: CORNYY BOOO yes ik, but guys? him driving, in that domestic ass button up and black thick rimmed glasses. he needs to be in jail bc he absolutely would be that bf to throw rocks at your window even though, yes you live together and yes its an apartment complex but, he wants you to feel that super giddy like, puppy bunny love again and he almost brought a boombox to play to play head over heels by tears for fears but... too much according to jaehyun lol. so anyways he loves late night drives with you. or any drives really! his favorites are a combination of picking you up late night from work and getting to hear all the drama whilst you guys eay in-n-out in the parking lot. and listen, im not trying to push the doyoung medical student agenda but... i 100% am and his reasoning for these late nights is because he's soooo busy! he feels guilty he doesn't take you out to nicer places and you always have to reassure him that anywhere he goes with you, is automatically a win in your books. its moments like these where he really grasps how lucky he is. oh wow.... you really do love him and it FREAKS him out in the best way. every night always ends sappy bc he's so GROSS geez. he's such a romantic in a way you would never expect. he's not cheesy or arrogant about loving you, and he never considers it something he has to do either. he just fully, truly and honestly wants to worship the ground you walk on. DON'T even get me started on drive-in movies omg. basically his cherry red car is your safe space lol </3

jaehyun... record swapping: tha music man muahaha. my heart tells me you both met in a vintage record store AHH, he saw you and his heart physically ached like when you see a pretty person in public, yeah but x 100 like he got the wind knocked out of him and he fucking drops, the stack of chet baker records he had on hand and his ears look like red bell peppers and he wants to crawl away until you rush over not like run but brisk walking? lol as you help him pick up all the vinyls he dropped.you noticed in between the pile of 50s music he had a limited edition vinyl of on of your favorite bands and that had you whipping your head up and noticing how soft he looked all flushed and dimples peaking out from the thin line on his lips. definition of he fell first but you fell harder ESPECIALLY on ya'll's second/third date. he invited you over to his house and requested you to bring your best albums. AND GODDDD the date was... truly when you fell harder for him. you spent the night swapping albums aka baring your souls and sitting on his kitchen counter as he paces back and forth in front of you as he goes on a tangent about his favorite artist. its like the world slows down and you both leave that date with a new record from the other and a notion that you were definitely falling in love with each other

jungwoo... bubble baths: GAAHHH TT. tell me, that jungwoo wouldn't adore relaxing with a full on bubble bath with you. and i'm talking like bubblegum flavored soap, bath bombs, dried flowers, candles, mood lighting???? its too good. after the first couple of times you've done it, he learns your habits and favorite smells as well as the right way to position you in the tub bc he takes up sm of it LOL. and if you're both tall... you make it work! hehe. but DUDE once he learns how to juggle this intimate activity LMFAO he buys stuff specifically for your sunday reset bubble baths OMG, like that board that stands across the tub just so he can set his laptop on it. yes its just bc he wants to watch disney movies and real house wives while unwinding haha. he's so sweet though, being all pretty with his skin a little glowy because of the steam coming from the water, his eyebrows brush up from when he swiped water on his eyes and his eyes twinkling once he stacks a bunch of bubbles on your head in a makeshift crown. he likes to give u bubbly shoulder kisses BOOOOOOO yes im jealous bc he's perfect and OFC he picks out the perfect pjs and warms them up in the dryer and sits you on the bathroom counter just so he can do your skincare for you </3

[sukirichi]

my biggest issue with dtd is the fact that SUNA IS JUST SO FUCKING ANNOYING (not your writing, just him) like wdym you have an issue with your wife going on a trip with your mistresses husband? you think she’s gonna cheat? you think she’ll do exactly what you’re doing?

also he’s just so confusing. like you LOVEEEE your wife but you’re still fucking that idiom chick or whatever. men are so dense, it’s like he takes yn’s actions at face value and can’t see her inner turmoil where she is very much still in love with him. he plays into the cocky “i can’t let you go” role but he’s so blinded by his jealousy over her friendly nature with his brothers, that he can’t see that - even though she’s trying to make friends - she’s trying to forget about the pain suna’s causing her.

i will say though, i think him being forced to stay away from his brothers during his younger years played a huge role in why he is the way he is. i don’t wanna say he was raised spoiled, but i feel like to an extent the queen maybe kept affirming him “everything in this kingdom is yours” or gave him gifts to make up for the fact that he has no social skills with family, and that’s led to this situation where as an adult he still believes he can get everything he wants.

ORRRR, my final theory. (i’m so sorry my brain is fried i can’t remember iris’ mother’s name.) i think her name was kate? but i genuinely feel like she’s the ultimate puppet master. she’s playing suna, she’s playing iris, she’s playing the whole kingdom. it’s a game of chess and she’s so close to checkmate. i don’t know what her ultimate goal would be, im assuming it’s that whole “if /I/ can’t become queen, then you must do it in my place.” like those mum’s who live vicariously through their child star kids… if it turns out iris’ mum was the issue the whole time then i MAY feel a little bad for iridium, but i still don’t like her.

one final thing, IM SO WEAK OH MY GOD, i get why yn isn’t over şuna im not even joking, i hate him but id be on my hands and knees begging for him to just help fix our marriage. unless…. he’s being blackmailed to be iris’ affair partner…. 👀

wait — i’m cooking… WHAT IF HES BEING BLACKMAILED AND HIS BROTHERS ARE THE ONES IN DANGER?? like he never got to grow with them, but maybe he feels if he saves them from this he will be part of the silly drawings?? and the blackmail theory might work, i have a feeling if he’s gonna be betrayed by a brother, it’s going to be through sensitive information being given to iris’ mother so that it can be used against him and the royal family? idk i lost my theory half way through LOL

-shhh anon

you’re so real for that, suna is one big (misunderstood, but still!) asshole here 😭 also i get you, canon sunarin is PERFECT and is a total baby, he would never <3 HELP NOT THE IDIOM CHICK I’M CACKLING SPSPS

also also yes! you’re right! jealousy blinds him sm that he can’t realize that the princess is friendly and she gets along well with everyone - even with the stoic ushijima and tooru (who shamelessly says he doesn’t like anyone) she’s overall a very likeable person, but bcos rin is insecure n jealous, he assumes she’s immediately replacing him OR that his brothers are out to woo her. i mean, some of them would, but you catch my drift. it’s really just hypocritical of him that he wanted someone his family would like, and when they do like her, he’s like 🤨⁉️ and your theories ooh, very interesting 👀 i can’t confirm nor deny the effects of suna’s upbringing to him but we will have suna’s childhood + backstory in ch11!

iridium, i’m gone lmfao 😭 i’m like part laughing out loud and part nodding at everything you say. kate is, well... she’s a mystery pretty much to everyone, and so is iris. i kinda wrote it that way because i wanted iris’ role in the series to slowly unveil itself. ALSO NO I GET YOU i see sunarin fanarts and i CRUMBLE. lowkey i hate the way i wrote him to be an antagonist in his own story because it’s so hard to like him but also i like the canon sunarin sm so it’s hard 😭 i’m so torn between wanting to stick to his dtd characterization and just making him an irresistible guy :( but maybe i could do both? let’s see. BUT IK HE’S JUST SO QBSKWKW i do have to give him a winning card though, so suna will have more scenes in the future where we might just hope he’d be the endgame. and that final theory hello ?! again, i can’t say much BUTTTT i can say for sure, suna does actually want to be part of the drawings </3 he wishes he had his own section in omi’s library too :(

anyways thank you sm for taking the time to share with me your thoughts, i really appreciate it 🥺💫 and i’d love to hear more of your theories bcos dare i say... you’re close to cracking the code on some of them 👀

[sakuraoora]

I'm here for your follower event! My name is Mint nice to meetcha!

Regarding the event here my request.

Character: Kazuha

Song: Carousel (Melanie Martinez)

Lyric: "Why did you steal my cotton candy heart? You threw it in this damn coin slot."

Plot: Reader has an unrequited crush on Kazuha. Everytime they get try to tell him, he responds by saying" You're such a good friend to me." Reader is disheartened by this but doesn't want to give up trying to win Kazuha's heart. So Reader is stuck in a loop trying to win something that will never be theirs. (Also Kazuha is the type to me to not get attached romantically to someone. All people the man had loved has died so I think someone loving him will make him anxious)

Sorry I should have double checked if you can do angst. If you can't and need me to do a happier theme dm me☆

Hage a nice night or day!

WHY DID YOU STEAL MY COTTON CANDY HEART ?

Ships..? Kazuha x Reader

Warnings. Hurt / No comfort, angst, rejection. inazuma archon quest & kazuha backstory spoilers!

A/N. Hi Mint!! I hope this fic I wrote is good enough for your brilliant idea ♥. Also, don’t worry about the angst!! This is practically an angst blog at this point anyways LMFAO

This was originally going to be a modern au but I think this works better :)

"...WHY DID YOU STEAL MY COTTON CANDY HEART?"

"YOU THREW IT IN THE DAMN COIN SLOT."

Why?

Why couldn’t he see how much you loved him?

Every time you tried opening up to him, tried confessing your feelings for him, he… turned you down.

You understood his pain, of course. You were just as good a friend to Tomo as he was. You had felt just as much pain when he died to… well, that part isn’t very important.. But… this was too far, even for Kazuha. Kazuha was destroying himself in his grief for someone that was… gone, no matter how much he mourned. Attempts at comfort were pushed away, Kazuha being scared that he would lose whoever was with him.

Every time you saw him, a sense of dread filled your chest as he stopped being his past self.

It was terrible; and affected anyone and everyone who knew him.

Every time he boarded the Crux again, you saw him. You saw him, looking better, but still with something missing from his past self.

Beidou couldn’t have noticed. She didn’t know him before the incident happened. She noticed your caution and hesitance around him, though, yet… still didn’t question it. She knew you two had things that you had experiences that she couldn’t understand in the past, so she… left the problem to you, but you knew you could always talk to her if necessary.

Day after day after day, Kazuha became better at hiding his pain… until suddenly, one day he met an anomaly.

The Traveler, who could wield whatever element they chose, without a vision… could possibly awaken the dead vision of his lost friend. A spark awakened in Kazuha’s eyes… but was quickly extinguished when he realized they didn’t need to use any vision..

You were with him, Beidou and the Traveler when they made the long journey across the ocean to the land of your birth-- and long lost memories in the land of Eternity, where you would see the omnipresent god who killed your friends- one his life stolen from him, the other one the light in his mind, the glimmer in his eyes.

God, you hated him so much.

So why did you keep returning to him?

reblogs help more than likes!

[imrllytootiredforthis]

hey hello hi i’ve been lurking on your account 4 a while now, and interacted a handful of times including the recent praise abt the gyu fic (still rereading it)🤭

as a writer, i completely understand😭i started writing femdom fics way back in the day (over 4 years ago now when it was a barren wasteland) for bts, but i noticed i never wrote and rarely read penetration, literally just one fic out of thousands of words.

then i started exploring my gender, moved away from femininity and now identify as transmasc agender!

i also realised that domming/subbing was never really the issue (i’m more of a switch and like fluid dynamics as opposed to strict ones), and although dom reader fics of any gender have grown exponentially, there’s still a complete lack of top reader — which is what i crave like a starved Victorian bc by God i’ll be damned if i can’t rail a pretty person into oblivion through my own hips.

my ao3 is the biggest proof of this identity change lmfao, but writers like you and i definitely still have an audience and we are helping people figure out more things about themselves, whether you know it or not! 🫡

- 🕺🏾 new anon??

damn-4 years ago??? thank you for your commitment to the sub!kpop community🙏😭, and i'm glad that you're still enjoying that fic ;)

it was sorta the opposite for me. i was reading whatever i could get my hands on in the barren wasteland of femdom content that i was reading mostly penetration despite the fact that it wasn't my favourite, it was what i had. i wrote penetration in a fic with the reader receiving once (i think?) and realized that it wasn't my favourite thing to write and then discovered the entire world of gn reader on ao3.

that was probably the beginning and then it just expanded from there, realizing that compared to other forms of smut there was (non-penetrative for the reader) were the things i enjoyed more to explore, read and write

and yeah, i feel like my writing definitely played a big part in everything. and writing in itself is so self-discovering. i've learned so much about my sexuality, gender and even certain traumas from writing on here and it's sort of healing in a way and from the way that it sounds, a lot of other writer's do to.

i feel like we all pour so much of ourselves in it, even if it's unintentional but the characters in fics represent their writer one way or another 99% of the time. it's because it's a production of our words, our imagination, and our feelings. if i go back and read my older fics compared to my newer fics i can just read the ways i've changed, things i've grown more comfortable with and less comfortable with, etc.

and like you said, it's helping our reader's become more comfortable and creating a space not only for them but for ourselves figure things out. i know that i've made friends on here that understand things about me more than some of my friends in real life do.

[lets-talk-spirituality]

https://at.tumblr.com/cyberthot666/lmfao-i-love-her/rhmfssvzcobd

ALL of this ^^^^ and top of that she unlocked something when she said *men are our natural predators*👈👁️!!

Bestie!!!! You chose violence this morning (well it’s morning for me) and I’m here for it.

Personally I agree with every point she made and I do think it’s really hard at times as a woman to not actively hate men. I wrote a poem about this before. I’m gonna share it below. I want to say I don’t actively hate a lot of men as individuals but I do hate them as the collective.

I know some amazing men. My father, as not great with emotions as he is, is loyal honest and never been physically abusive. He and my mom had an unhealthy relationship, but their divorce taught him how to be more emotionally available, he’s flawed but he’s still growing and I see it and I love him. I have a very close male friend from high school. He’s the one who suggested antidepressants. We’ve been friends for over ten years and he is amazing. Like has never disrespected me in my life and has truly been there for me during some real shit. Plot twist: he can’t find a woman worthy of him. Because a lot of women suck too! Even my second ex, we had a toxic relationship, but he wasn’t a bad guy. He taught me what respect even is from a man and even not officially together he never “cheated” on me. So I feel the need to say, I have and continue to have experiences with men that are refreshing and give me hope. My coworker is dating this one guy who said once that he realized he’d never learned to clean because they had a maid growing up and that he was deciding to learn how to do things for himself. When I say my mind was blown 🤯. And he’s very refreshingly aware of himself.

Oooo man we’re going deep. So I grew up in a place that was mostly populated by black people and something me and my close black female friend talk about is how the conversation around black lives seems to center around black male lives. And we were talking about how in all races of men, even minority men, the treatment of women is shit. She said a quote by someone that’s like black women are the most persecuted race, and talking about how black men (as a collective) treat black women like trash.

My first ex is Hispanic, and I saw it and heard about hispanic men a lot in college where there was a heavily Hispanic population, people from all different parts of South America, and we talked about machismo and the dominance over women.

So it’s not just white men out here, it’s literally all men, and it’s so gross to think sometimes that some piece of shit that was horrible to you is someone’s soulmate. That’s how I feel when I look at Justin and Hailey Bieber and I think about how wrong he did Selena (not saying she doesn’t hold blame as well) and I’m like ewww. He’s someone’s husband now? Like I’m nervous as fuck to meet my person and to have to hear how they did their exes. And I know they will cry when they have to hear how men treated me. It’s a very deeply sad reality. But I think some men and maybe the younger ones are growing up and seeing they can be different. At least in the western world. God I hope so. Because it’s chaos out here.

I really want to date. Like so badly. I’ve been single and celibate working on me and I feel ready to try again but I also am so nervous about what’s out there. Why dating men makes me feel like shit. Click the link bestie. You’ll love this. I tried dating many times and it just sucks so much. I felt like I had to constantly call people out and assert boundaries and god. Anyway, here’s my poem

[alicemitch09writes]

ALICE !! BUCKLE UP !!

I HAVE BEEN READING YOUR STORIES SINCE 2021 OR PRIOR, EVER SINCE 'BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR' HAD DROPPED, I HAD THE DELICOUS ANGST LOVING FATE TO FIND IT ON AO3 ( MIND YOU, THE STORY HAD ME HOOKED ON ANIME FANFICS ? ) IT'S LIKE YOU SHOWED ME THE ROPES OF IT.

AND AND AND NOT TO MENTION, I HAD BEEN THERE WHEN (UN)LOVING MIYA ATSUMU WAS STILL BEING PUBLISHED ; BEEN THERE TO WONDER IF SUNA WOULD BE AN ENDGAME WHEN HE CARRIED HER IN HIS ARMS ON THAT DREADFUL RAINY DAY BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL.

BUT I HAD ABSOLUTELY FOGOTTEN MOST OF WHAT HAD HAPPENED IN 'OUTSIDER LOOKING IN' ( I THINK I NEVER REALLY READ IT THOROUGHLY EITHER BACK THEN, AND 'M SORRY FOR IT !! )

SO FEW MINUTES INTO reading it, i was like, hmpph, he seems to be the type to go for possessive segss. and we both know how that had turned out 🤭 lmfao, this even jogs my memory of how when you had uploaded the spin-off, some readers were pressed about the story taking such a turn with all the devil's tango thrown in, and even though, i understand the audience can critique, but that is how i see suna, as well. given his character, that's exactly how his love would pour out after all these years. that's how it'd manifest. it'd be that carnal. like that's just him, you know? it was exactly how i had imagined him to be after yearning for so long. the spin-off was 😽 thanks for writing it once again ( thanks for writing in general !!l )

hehe.

i sill read 'be careful what you wish for' from time to time when i remember it exists. oh, oh, and that osamu fic ? love, i remember you posting it exactly when i had been wanting to write or read one featuring him where he'd be a silent accomplice in bullying, but later grow to regret it. even had a pathetic wip which never made it out of the gutter for you had once again, quenched my thirst for it, lovely <3

sigh, what else? let me think for a sec................oh, yeah !! i have to mention how detailed and researched '(un)loving miya atsumu' was. i remember you taking tips and pointers for your....student(?) back then (?) something like that, right? see, i had been there. 😔 you also had an inarizaki fox plushie, right? or was it an osamu plushie(?) i remember you uploading it while working on your wips for the fic on your desk and lappy-tappy.

i even loved 'enigmatic kalopsia' sm that i used to follow the artist who made some fanarts inspired from it. nobody wrote about our sachiro back then, urgh. thank god, you did.

and few weeks ago, when my sukuna obsession was bursting at the seams, i found a good oneshot on ao3. turns out you were the author and i had long read it on tumblr too when it came out, lol !

but alice, how come after everything i had never realized you were an exo-l? found it while snooping through that suna smau today 😵‍💫 hehe, do tell. ( orr, did i forget? )

anyway, last but not least, i love you, my darling sweets. 🎀

omo, hewwo, hewwo, hewwo~

thanks so much for reading my works all these years! it means so much to me ;w;

with how life is lately, squeezing writing seems nigh impossible (bc I'm hooked into genshin and hsr and desperately trying to catch up to some anime and books), but I haven't abandoned some of my works (believe it or not)

also, i'm sorry to disappoint but i'm not really into kpop ;w;

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Uhhhgghgfhu bye I just realized I forgot to strike through itoshis AGAIN ok from now on if you ever see like random punctuation or symbols or marks next to the word itoshis just know I probably meant to strike through it and FORGOT hsgdksksodj I already realized there was no save ask draft button which is why I write it out separately anyways so I don’t accidentally click out and lose all progress but looks like I still forget a lot of things!!!! But hehe THANK YOUUU I’ll probably need the help when the time comes LOL

But yeah same for me if I fall off the grid for over 24 hours feel free to post something really out of pocket or eye catching because I probably also just missed it or was touching grass to an extreme extent……

Oh yeah huh that’s a good point!! Well assuming all side character enjoyers think alike I think that once we find someone who’s even just familiar with side characters we take it and run LMAOOO I’m so easy when it comes to being baited like I’ve seen a few other fics throw Karasu in as just like a side character and I’m like OMG KARASU MENTION!!!!! I’m so glad you chose to make him talk and that you chose him of all characters because usually people naturally just slap in Isagi and Bachira LMAOAOA I will say you really cooked with all of your writing like I feel like a broken record saying this but truly blessing the hashtags….like after peregrine and pi and then spiraling to cherry tree and the rest of your masterlist like I’m getting converted in the moment to characters I don’t normally care for?? Im ngl sometimes when I’m bored and the hashtags are still empty I just randomly pluck something from your list and start reading again LMAO

and yeah!! I can imagine characterizing someone in actual like writing form is really difficult so it makes sense!! It makes it harder to find Karasu writers fs though LOL especially because a lot of people just haven’t read the manga in general! Wait actually i think you’re a little too big brained wdym you wrote white butterfly purely off wiki and ln research??? That’s too impressive…..and the way you were spot on about your approach too????

BRO THE LAST EPINAGI ONE WAS LOWK SOOOO DISAPPOINTING??? I get it takes a lot of time to crank out a whole color page but they really did not try LMFAO and yeah those three do NOT need more art (Karasu/pxg spread WHEN)

OMG YONA OF THE DAWN MIRA WRITING CRUMBS??? SIGN ME UP I will eat this up as you write bfb LMAOOO

Omg team v is so shoujo coded fr….ok I’ve never watched this series and idk if you’ve seen it before but I think it’s wotakoi…? Somehow just off the bat the dude with the glasses (I assume he’s the male lead) also reminds me of zantetsu LMAOO I have no idea what the stories about so if it’s freaky/weird don’t come for me HAHAHA

I’m pretty certain that’s what people go off of for Nagi?? Like how he “just threw Reo away” and then they become like….Reo defenders like Reo does no wrong to the point that they are such Reo fans that they hate nagi…??? And I’m like do you realize how bad teenage boys are at communication also guys that’s also NOT what happened??? But also literally like did you not read the part where Nagi chose a different team to improve his soccer skills which is….yk…the POINT of bllk….? Just a consideration………..like huh??? And like you said we also get clarification from Nagi that he’s doing this to get closer to his goal with Reo??? Hello???? Also again it’s. SOCCER. oh my god these people make me wanna rip my hair out like what are you talking about?????

I’m just imagining you zooming in on one eye and taking a pic like you’re staring into their soul LMFAOOO but THAT RESPONSE???? Goodbye I think I’d accidentally leave the person on read I think you seriously just have some like 10 mile radius rizz aura??? Mira pulling the soccer team guys it was a SIGN this is so funny obviously doesn’t relate as much I guess but this reminds me of the convo we had about pi y/n liking hiori over Karasu LMFAOOOO you could fr just write fics off of your life atp (without all the really wild wtf toxic shit maybe because that dude tricking you into a date still has me reeling????)

Unrelated but I forgot to mention in some previous reply about secondary character thoughts I will get some ready for you o7 I’ll make a note (THAT I WONT DELETE!!!!! Yelling at myself rn as a reminder smh) and save it for when your list shortens a bit or else I think there’s gonna be like a pi wc worth of asks from me sitting in your inbox (unless you want them now instead LMAOO??)

IN MIRA WE TRUST dw we all know you’re gonna pop off so hard with bfb….enjoy your flight!!! Iirc it’s really soon right?? I think you said Aug 4 but as seen by my memory I could very well be hallucinating…..honestly flights are so nice in that sense because it’s like, well you can’t really do anything LMAO no internet (for the most part) and you’re stuck in the air so it’s the perfect time to get non-internet reliant work done!!!!

-Karasu anon

LMAOOO THAT’S WHAT I ASSUMED DW and yeah i wish there was a way to save drafts for asks but tbh that would probably be like a ton of code so ig it makes sense that you can’t 😩

AWW WAIT I’M FLATTERED!! glad to hear you like whatever i write even the sillier stuff…my aim is to be the kind of writer that people read regardless of character so it’s a relief that you at least think that!! and LMAOO NO FR BACHIRA AND ISAGI ARE ALWAYS THERE honestly neither of them were giving me sassy teasing mf vibes the way tabieita + hiori did so they didn’t even get mentioned (plus yk how me and isagi are)…ironically besides bachira’s mini cameo in that one isagi one shot i haven’t written him at all?? not even as a side character…i guess maybe because my favs aren’t rlly associated w him so there’s no reason for him to make appearances 🤔

LMAOOO characterization is important to me i take it v seriously and i try to stick as close to canon as possible hence the ln + wiki combo!! i think that’s why people consistently comment abt how my characterization is super different but also really close to canon and exactly how they’d picture those characters acting in certain scenarios (gotten a lot of people saying that abt how i wrote nagi sae kaiser hiori and gojo especially) 🤩 i think another reason why it might seem like i’m able to characterize well is because i rlly prioritize trying to show romance and love in ways other than physicality and i customize that to what i understand of a given character!! so w kaiser it was trusting the mc and trying to give her up before he hurt her, w sae it was him continuously finding ways to spend time w reader, etc etc ☝🏻 which maybe makes it feel more natural even when i’m not in love or super comfy w a given character ig??? idk though

the last epinagi one didn’t even feel like anything new it was just the full length panels of the ln covers 😭💔 hoping and praying for at least a tabieita + barou + nagi + chigiri color spread in the next volume though!!

they truly are crumbs of crumbs FJSKSJSK don’t expect anything crazy but at least it’s smth!! the way i spent all of today packing so i didn’t get any writing done 😔 BFB WILL BE FINISHED SOON THOUGH I SWEAR

i haven’t watched it but omg yes that guy is so zantetsu!! shu from princess jellyfish is also very zantetsu to me but him at like age 30 instead of 17/18…ugh i love him though the pretty boy himbo of all time

people either misunderstand reo completely or misunderstand nagi completely there’s very few in between 😭 like either they make reo out to be obssessed clingy and entirely dependent or they make nagi out to be toxic emotionless and cruel 😟 when it’s much more nuanced than that!! at the end of the day it truly is just soccer though like it isn’t as if nagi called an entire race of people slurs and tried to commit genocide (@ geto who everyone forgives and considers a green flag for some reason as if he’s not objectively more horrific??) he literally just. joined a diff soccer team and happened to communicate it poorly (although tbh i didn’t feel like his explanation was too bad all things considered 🫣 but i don’t hate reo for being upset abt the situation considering how precarious everything in bllk is)

LMAO THAT’S BASICALLY WHAT IT WAS i think I just responded w “why did you say that lol” because we were also just supposed to be friends…truly the soccer team predicted my bllk obsession HDKSJD they were nowhere near as good looking as hiori and karasu though sadly 💔 tbh i could write fics based on my life sometimes i’ll drop lore and be like “wow it sounds like I’m making this shit up jfc” 😭 truly that whole tricked into a date situation was insane…the way he tried to get me to let him drive me too bruh i’m so glad i insisted on driving myself so i could make a quick getaway

i will always accept your thoughts as they come 😏 it shall give me much to ponder while on the plane for seven or eight hours!! but ofc don’t feel forced or anything hehe sometimes your thoughts just give me inspiration for other things so i love reading them!!

yes it’s tmrw evening EST so aug 4th!! i do love how flights kinda force you to lock in…like all i’ve got are my downloaded songs my offline writing app and a dream 🫡 so i will be forced to get a lot done!! i really need to get this doneee so i can get to work on other stuff LMAOOO i think people think i’m on a writing hiatus because i haven’t updated anything in forever but like i’m still writing i promise…slower than usual because #vacationprep but still on the grind a bit each day 😓

[jaigeye]

My name is Remington, I'm a lesbian and I use they/them pronouns. I'm a writer and an artist. Find my work on AO3! Feel free to share, and check out my writing tag!

single chapter works:

nostalgia is a well intentioned wound. - leia organa & ahsoka tano. / on dagobah, ahsoka trains the grieving leia in the ways of the jedi. (reblog here.)

how to disappear completely. - jango fett & mace windu. / jango rubs a hand over his throat where his head was severed from his body. some pain lasts beyond a thousand deaths. jango is stuck in a loop that just won't stop.

things you people wouldn't believe. - vader attempts to resurrect padmé amidala. it fails. her body remains cold and dead. upstairs, a KX-series security droid stirs from its slumber. / (reblog here.)

politicians in my eyes. - fox & palpatine. / fox looks down at his armor, awash with blood. there are no identifying marks on him anymore. he's as red as Coruscant.

in loving memory. - garsa fwip was once a dancer in jabbas palace. she does not trust the new daimyo of tatooine to be any different.

heavyweight champion. - luke skywalker & anakin skywalker. / the burden of his father is the heaviest weight luke has ever carried.

blame. - commander thorn, commander fox. / thorn is dead. fox isn't-- at least not yet. a character study of commander fox. (reblog here.)

signs for people who understand. - finn & boba fett. / the story would begin as it did the last time; with a little boy in a sea of blank white plastoid. (reblog here.)

what is and what should never be. AU. - din djarin vs the xenomorph. / din djarin has been offered a lucrative job opportunity that he can't turn down. the xenomorph he's meant to exterminate proves to be a lot more than he signed up for. (reblog here.)

my hands are yours. - padmé amidala/sabé. / padmé and sabé behead anakin skywalker. (reblog here.)

the wild hunt. - the ewoks hunt the stormtroopers down on endor. horror. (reblog here.)

shadowbox. AU. - boba fett/din djarin. / (his dark materials au.) boba fett claims that he has no daemon. he's always been a good liar. (reblog here.)

been waiting so long. - beru whitesun/peli motto. / the recently widowed beru whitesun has been having issues with her moisture vaporators. peli doesn't repair farm equipment- but she might be able to make an exception just this once. (reblog here.)

the waves have come. - qi'ra & darth maul. / darth maul teaches his apprentice how to kill a sith, the same way she killed her first master. (reblog here.)

the butcher. - padmé amidala/anakin skywalker. / padmé comes to mustafar with a knife up her sleeve. she cannot let anakin live, but she can let him die. (reblog here.)

forsaking all the rest. - padmé amidala/aayla secura. / at a senate gala, padmé disguises herself as a handmaiden to eavesdrop. she spends the evening with the handsome jedi aayla secura. (reblog here.)

last night i dreamt i was dead. - padmé amidala/aayla secura. / padmé was disguised as a handmaiden when she met aayla secura. she thought her secret was safe- until the jedi was assigned as amidala's bodyguard. (reblog here.)

how to decay gracefully. - padmé amidala. / hear the grand tale of amidala, across the stars. (reblog here.)

for all who were not forgiven. - cere junda & finn. / finn seeks council with the world-weary ex-jedi cere junda who insists, despite the breadth of her knowledge, that she is not suited for taking on another padawan.

bird's eye view. - the armorer & grogu. / the mandalorian did not survive; his foundling was returned to the covert along with his memory, passed on to the last survivor to watch over him.

an instrument of memory. - din djarin & grogu. / din seeks council with the ghosts of the darksaber.

like a sibling in my arms. - fives & echo, fives & rex, fives & ahsoka tano. / fives is gone but not forgotten. (reblog here)

the gang kidnaps lando calrissian. - boba fett & lando calrissian, part of the odd times at the krayt's spa round robin series. (reblog here.)

nostalgia. - saw gerrera/ct-7567 - rex. / lost in a hostile universe, rex is hungry and alone, nameless. saw gerrera remembers him.

calm on the valley. - chirrut imwe/baze malbus. / baze is becoming one of the monks of the whills. to become one with the many, he must cut his hair. there is only one he trusts to ask for help. (reblog here.)

i will come in fast & low. - leia organa/amilyn holdo. / throughout the years of dutiful, thankless work, leia grapples with the choices she made in life. amilyn holdo stays by her side through all of it.

piece by little piece. - fennec shand & boba fett. / fennec was given a second chance at life. second chances hurt. healing isn't linear, and her wounds were grave. boba fett remained by her side throughout her recovery. (reblog here.)

the hands of a working man. - boba fett x din djarin. / Boba looks at the slopes of the Mandalorians helmet, silver and shiny as a knife, and asks him; "How many people have you killed?" (reblog here.)

multi-chapter works:

while there is still time. - boba fett/din djarin. 12/12 chapters, 83k words. / (reblog here.)

stuck in the system. - boba fett & fennec shand. 5/5 chapters, 20k words. / how boba fett survived the sarlacc pit, and the friend who saved his life thereafter. (reblog here.)

before the otherness came. AU. - obi-wan kenobi/CC-2224 - cody. 5/13? chapters, 30k words. / cody and obi-wan are knights of coruscant's round table, and it is their duty to hunt werewolves. one day the danger comes too close for comfort. (reblog here.)

just the two of us - boba fett/lando calrissian. 3/3 chapters, 15k words. / a gambler, a bounty hunter, and a heist. what could go wrong? (reblog here.)

a song for a lover of long time ago. - boba fett/lando calrissian. 4/6 chapters, 18k words. / boba and lando reconnect years after their disastrous falling out during the events of ESB. as king of tatooine, boba fett needs allies. (reblog here.)

the dark end of the street. - captain rex/original togruta character. 3/3 chapters. / when rex is given shore leave on coruscant in the aftermath of his injury, he must find his place in the world when off the battlefield. the handsome chef at 79's is happy to help. (reblog here.)

the rubicon. - fennec shand/enfys nest. 6/6 chapters, 20k words. / enfys nest swore an oath to hunt the five syndicates to extinction. fennec shand has worked for every last one of them. (reblog here.)

[babyboibucky]

Like This

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky shows you how he wants it done.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Oral (m receiving, implied f receiving), handjob, leg riding, lotsa dirty talk from Bucky hnggg

A/N: I wrote this in a jiffy lmfao this idea came outta nowhere 😂

Like That (Part 2) || MAIN MASTERLIST

There was something about giving Bucky head that made you instantly wet. You had never gotten this turned on while doing so, your thighs quivering and your pussy throbbing.

Perhaps it was the way Bucky would throw his head back, exposing his neck while he’d let out the most delicious grunts. Or how his Adam’s apple would bob each time he swallowed, followed by a string of curses and praises.

“Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good.”

“God, you drive me insane with that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock.”

“You look so goddamn sexy like that.”

Maybe it was how his vibranium arm whirred and moved on its own whenever he’d grip your hair, pushing you down until the tip of his weeping cock hits the back of your throat.

Or maybe, it was because he was simply Bucky.

One particular growl made your cunt gush with wetness and you unconsciously began to grind down against his leg as he laid on his bed with his arms folded behind his head.

“Can feel your wetness, baby.” He chuckled, lifting his head up a bit to look down at you.

“Does sucking my cock get you all so worked up? Gets your pussy going, huh?” He continued to tease with a smirk.

You hollowed your cheeks when you pulled back, creating a lewd popping noise when you released his cock only to replace your lips with your hand.

Bucky’s cock was so hard that you could feel every pump of blood against your palm as you slowly slid your hand up and down the shaft. Pre-cum continued to seep out of the tip and you made sure to use it as added lubrication.

“Go faster for me, baby? Yeah?” Bucky grunted, licking his lips as his lidded eyes focused on the way your hand was pumping his dick

You obeyed his request and moved your wrist quicker, biting your lip as you watched Bucky’s face contort in pleasure.

Bucky looked like an absolute masterpiece like that— with sweat rolling down from his forehead sliding to his jaw, dripping onto his chiseled chest. His skin was red and warm, just like how his cock looked and felt in your hand.

And the noises he made? Every growl and grunt sent shivers down your spine. They were deep and rough, you almost felt the vibrations down in your core.

“Faster, baby.” Bucky said, his voice strained.

Before you could even amp up your pace, Bucky’s vibranium hand had replaced yours around his cock, “Like this baby, do it like this.” He said as he jerked his cock.

His other arm remained folded behind his head as he pumped his cock, his vibranium fingers glistening beneath the afternoon sunlight. Your eyes stayed on his hand the entire time, watching them move and squeeze and pump.

Witnessing Bucky pleasure himself put you in a trance, and you didn’t know how much you enjoyed it until now. His breathy chuckle snapped you out of your focus and it was then that you realized that Bucky noticed how you seemed to be enjoying the show.

“D’you like it when I touch myself?” He asked, his nose scrunching in pleasure when he slightly squeezed his shaft.

Words failed to make it out of your mouth and merely a moan came as a response. You eagerly nodded your head as you sat back against Bucky’s leg, rubbing your sopping cunt against it as you continued to watch him.

Bucky gave you a boyish grin before focusing back on pumping his cock fast. Veins on his neck began to bulge, his nostrils flared with every exhale— seeing Bucky like this almost felt like an invasion of his privacy, which even made you hornier.

“See what you do to me? Make me so fuckin’ hard every single time…especially with your tits out like that.” Bucky growled, his eyes trained on your breasts.

“Play with them, baby. Give those nipples a pinch for me, will ya?” Bucky asked breathlessly, his hand stopping at the base of his shaft to give it a slight squeeze.

Doing as told, you started playing with your nipples. Bucky let out a vocal moan as he watched you tweak your buds, pinching and twisting them playfully.

“God, fuck! So fucking hot, gonna make me cum so hard, baby.” Bucky hissed, jerking his cock faster.

“Look at me, baby. Want your eyes on me until I cum.” Bucky said, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth as he brought himself to his climax.

Bucky’s eyes were full of lust as he watched your face. Your breathing was rapid as you rubbed yourself against his leg slowly, leaving a trail of your wetness on his skin and sheets beneath him.

“So close, baby. Gonna cum so hard for you and then make you sit on my face. Want to eat that pussy out so bad, wanna make you cream all over my face.”

Even with just his words, you could feel your abdomen tighten. You wouldn’t even be surprised anymore if you’d explode right there and then.

Bucky’s hips started to thrust up from the bed, his mouth open agape as he kept his eyes on you the entire time.

His neck turned redder and his grunts grew louder, his vibranium arm began to shake from the intensity of his pace. Unable to hold back, you reached for his ballsack and gave it a squeeze, pushing him to the edge.

Bucky choked out a groan as he came, spurting ropes of his release all over his abdomen, coating his chest as well.

“Shit, fuck…” Bucky breathed out, letting go of his abused cock which was still erect.

Bucky collected some of his cum using vibranium fingers before bringing them up to your lips, smearing his release all over your mouth before letting you suck on his thumb.

“Got me so fucking crazy for you, baby.” Bucky chuckled, sitting up and giving you a quick peck on the lips.

You thought he needed time to rest when he laid back down, but before you could even move from your spot, Bucky had pulled you up to his face until your dripping cunt hovered above his mouth.

“And I’m just as crazy for this pussy.” He growled before pulling you down to sit on his face.

[mango-bango-bby]

Lmfao I just randomly thought about this:

So, what if The League of Villains finds out about Dabi’s s/o because they all saw their teammate on the 6 o’clock news stealing from a Build-A-Bear Workshop at the mall in 4K! “Witnesses claim they saw a suspicious man in dark clothing sprinting with out a stuffed animal and a bag full of accessories. One bystander said, ‘It was really strange! Isn’t he supposed to be a mass murderer?’”. And then the next day, Dabi shows up, laid back as ever, and finds all of his friends co-workers staring at him with shock, amusement, & confusion all on their faces. And boy does he have some explaining to do! I know it’s stupid lmfao but I know you know this is something that would definitely happen🧸💙

♡ Caught On Camera ♡

(A/N: I just realized that today’s fic and Wednesday’s fic are both kinda about stuffed animals 🧐🧐 Not sure what that’s about!! This wasn’t exactly what you asked for but I really hope you like this anyways. I wasn’t sure what you wanted so I just wrote this 💖💞 Hope you enjoy, darlings, and reblogs and comments are always appreciated *someone recently asked me if that’s ok and yes it is lol*)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere

Summary: Dabi is caught stealing a stuffed animal for you *im not sure how to describe it* (Yan!Dabi x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Dabi was quite a feared villain. He was a villain, he had attacked random citizens and even killed some, he burned down cities, and so much more.

Yet, you would never guess that with the way he treats you. You were his hostage and he was obsessively in love with you, but he was always so kind to you. Yet he treated you so well.

Like just the other night where you begged Dabi to take you to go get a plushie. He thought that you were god for him so he decided to get you what you wanted.

However he decided that you wouldn’t go with him as it was still to early and he feared you might try to run away. So he decided to go in the middle of the night and rob a toy store just a plushie for you.

He hadn’t expected though that this little robbery would be all over the news. Yes, he had been caught stealing before, but the media had never gone wild like this. Some many people where wondering.

Their question was simply: why? Why was this feared villain stealing a teddy bear of all things? Well the short abs simple answer was for you. However nobody knew that he was the one who kidnapped you or that you were even still alive.

However he wouldn’t tell anyone and he didn’t care that people thought it was strange that he stole what he did. It was all worth it to see your bright smile when holding the plush. It was worth it to see how happy you were, he was happy to see you snuggle with it. So it was worth it.

You look down at Dabi from in his lap, one of his mandated cuddle sessions. Your stuffed animal you got in your arms.

“I saw the news today” you giggle, Dabi raising an eyebrow at your giggling. “Sorry I ruined your reputation as the big bad villain” you smile, referring to how everyone was speculating why a villain got a cutesy plushie.

“It’s actually funny, you shoulda’ seen the way the league looked at me after” Dabi says, chuckling a bit at his words.

Remembering the way the other villains looked at him, although they didn’t say anything as it wasn’t really any of their business and as long as he helped the league when they asked, them they didn’t care what else he did besides that.

You smile at him, trying not to laugh while imagining a group of villains just looking at him strangely. But you were glad he went out and got you the plush.

You knew that he would probably get it for you but you were glad he wasn’t upset that the news saw him stealing it and know reporting on it and wondering why he stole it. Hell, you even saw all their ridiculous theories.

Dabi would gladly go get you another one if you asked, even if the cops try to catch him again and the people gossip. He was a softie for you, he would get you anything you asked for.

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[9tzuyu]

beauty is in the eye of the beholder pt. ii

request: would you be able to write deaf!reader? i just read the other one you wrote and would love another! :) maybe one when r's hearing aids run out of batter and nat surprises r (like she secretly took signing lessons) by signing and just helps communicate with everyone and is signing everything all day? maybe a continuation of the other?

note: high as hell writing this lmfao hope this is okay and i'm not sure if this is exactly what you wanted, so let me know if it's not and i can see if i can come up with something else!

italics are signed.

warnings: none i don't think? not proofread whoopsies.

🏷: @c-is-writing

read part one here.

. . .

you weren't usually so forgetful to recharge your battery for you hearing aid, but last night it completely slipped your mind. you were too exhausted from the night before and you didn't have time to charge them before you left for classes. lip reading came in handy on days like today.

now here you were cooking an early dinner for nat before she came back to the apartment. thankfully natasha wasn’t too much longer. her meal was still hot and ready for her on the kitchen table. you didn't notice her come in as you were sat comfortably on the couch facing away from the door.

natasha was both careful and considerate to not startle you with her return, so she made sure to make her footsteps a little heavier than normal for you to realize she was home.

'hi sweetheart, how was your day?'

'natasha! i missed you. today was okay, a little hard without my hearing aids but i made it through. dinner is on the table, should still be warm.'

the redhead gave you a quick kiss on the lips before making her way to the kitchen. she came back not too soon after with a plate of food. sitting next to you, she felt the weight of your head lean onto her shoulder.

you watched as she ate her food, humming in delight.

'good?'

'amazing.'

natasha turned her body, gently nudging you off of her. curiosity captured your interest immediately.

'i've been taking asl classes after school for awhile now. i wanted to get better quicker, which is why i've refrained from signing so much around you. i wanted you to think i was still learning at the pace you were teaching me, but i want you to know now that i've almost mastered the language. hopefully anyway... you can be the judge of that.' she smiled bashfully.

'natasha! oh my god you're amazing! no one's ever done anything like this for me before, nat.' you tackled your girlfriend into a hug, squeezing the life out of her. the vibrations of her giggling were prominent against your neck.

'so we can shit talk people now, right? they taught you curse words?'

'duh. well, no they didn't, but those are easy to learn. and yes, we can shit talk people in sign language if that's what you'd like.'

you kissed natasha's face all over, overwhelmed with joy. you'd never felt more comfortable in your life than now. truly, no one else had ever done something so personal for you before. everyone else always put their needs before yours, writing on sticky notes and crumbled paper got tiring after awhile. but natasha was so different from every single person you'd come across in your life. she was willingly selfless and kind without a second thought.

'and don't think i'd forgotten what you signed all that time ago. marriage? you're a brave little one for signing such a thing so early into a relationship.' natasha feigned shock, delivering her signature smirk in your direction.

'well to be fair you didn't know what that sign was and i was never going to teach you until... well, i don't know. besides, how would i have known you were going to remember that conversation? that was like, what, over a year ago?' you finished, fiddling with the woman's fingers before she put them to use.

'is that something you'd want? marriage?'

you gave her a hopeful stare. 'i can't imagine spending my life with anyone else, i don't want to. i know you're the one for me.'

the both of you spent the rest of the night in bed, natasha double checking to make sure you'd charged your hearing aids just in case you wanted to use them the next day.

she found that you no longer forced yourself to use them out in public. as long as you had her with you she'd translate what you were signing so you didn't feel pressured to speak or lip read when you didn't want to.

your friend group knew some sign language, but they weren't as skilled or dedicated to the language as natasha had been. you were okay with that more than natasha was. she had a small track history of getting upset when she thought about things too much. they were your friends, she thought surely they would've made more of an attempt to include you in conversations or at least try a little harder to learn your natural form of communication. you just had to remind her that, even though you didn't agree with it, it was you who had to adjust to the world, the world would not adjust to your needs as long as it was considered an inconvenience.

natasha also never failed to remind you how amazing she thought sign language was.

'i just think it's amazing, you know? communication, words, a form of life all from your hands.' she signed to you one night after you'd gotten over venting to her about how difficult you'd day had been.

'sometimes i think you're the only one who thinks that. even my parents found it annoying sometimes. they could deny it all they wanted to, but the eyes don't lie.'

'sorry, but your parents kind of suck for that.' she joked, finally catching a smile from you for the first time that night.

'i'm just so thankful for you and everything you've done to help me, even the times that i didn't need it. i like that you don't treat me like i'm helpless.'

'i'd do anything for you, i hope you know that.'

'i know. and i'd do anything for you as well.' you confirmed, enjoying the way natasha wrapped her arms around your waist.

she pulled you close. a romantic she was, you thought to yourself. and you wouldn't ever get tired of it, or her.

[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

Ties - Part 2 (An Asahi x Reader fic)

Please read Part 1 before proceeding

Pairing: Asahi x Gn! Reader (No pronouns. Only "you" is used. Reader has long hair, though.) Genre: Fluffffffff and a tiiiny bit of angst on Asahi's part A/N: Oh my God this is so fucking cute please read it I love this fic so much I cannot stop gushing about it. Yes I am calling my own fic cute but YOU'LL REALIZE WHY PLS. Also I am dying at the picture right below lmfao I love photoshop.

Most of the pottery class participants, including the instructor, have already left. There are just two people left who are finishing their final pots. It can't hurt to ask around.

"Hey, are you guys a regular here?"

One of the girls, who looks like she might be around your age, turns to look at you, "Sort of. I've only been coming on and off for the last three weeks. Why do you ask?"

"Ah, that's perfect. Did you happen to see the guy I was sitting with today? I have something of his I need to return but he left before I could and apparently he won't be taking the pottery sessions anymore."

"Oh, yeah that scary long-haired boy? Yeah, I've seen him around."

You frown a little at the word "scary" but try to ignore it. "Could you tell me his name? Or perhaps, if you have his phone number, that would be great."

"Oh, I'm sorry I don't know his name, I've never really spoken to him."

"Oh. I see. Would you know anything about him?" you ask, turning to the other girl.

"No. I haven't really spoken to him either. Actually, I don't think I have ever really heard him speak much. He usually just quietly sits in a corner and makes pots. Seems like kind of a loner."

"Yeah, now that I think about it, today's the most I have ever seen him talk to someone," the first girl adds.

You can feel your heart sinking a little as you thank the girls and leave the room.

"You seem to keep checking your phone an awful lot, lately. Are you expecting a text from someone?" Suga asks Asahi after seeing him check his phone for what seems like the billionth time since lunch started.

Asahi blushes slightly. "What? No. I was just checking the time."

Suga knows that's a lie and wants to push further but decides against it.

Asahi slips his phone into his bag, determined not to touch it until he is alone.

Of course you have not texted him. I mean, why would you want to be his friend anyway? You probably thought he was pathetic. Or maybe you had actually been scared of him and you had said all those nice things because you were afraid he would attack you or something.

For the first time in his life, Asahi is having trouble believing his own self-deprecating thoughts. It is not because he is suddenly more confident now that he has joined the volleyball team again. No. It is because...you. You had been so open, so straightforward, so genuine in your words that he was having trouble believing that you saw him the same way everyone else did.

But it has been three days, so why haven't you texted him?

What if you never found the note? Unlikely, since Asahi had tucked it in a way that it wouldn't fly away. But what if it did? Or what if he wrote the number wrong? After all, he did write it in a hurry. Should he go back and see how you react? But what if you genuinely do not want to see or talk to him again? He does not want to make you uncomfortable.

Asahi silently curses himself as he chews on his food. If only he had waited that day to talk to you. But everything had just happened so fast.

He had already been debating it but after hearing such kind and encouraging words from you, Asahi had finally made up his mind to join the volleyball team again. He had texted Daichi about his decision, who in turn had informed the whole team that the Ace was coming back.

Ever-excited as always, Noya had immediately rolling-thundered his way to the Community Centre to drag Asahi off to their practice game against the Karasuno Neighbourhood Association that evening. Noya had arrived while you were cleaning up in the washroom and Asahi, panicking, had scribbled a hasty note on a small piece of paper and placed it on your bag while trying to hide it from Noya's curious eye.

If only he had waited just a few more minutes.

Out of the million number combinations you have tried till now, one finally connects. You wait with bated breath, hoping to hear that familiar, deep voice on the other end.

Someone picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I don't have this number saved. Can you tell me who is calling?"

"Hi, my name is L/N and I am trying to find someone. I don't know if I have the correct number and this might seem like a strange question but... have you ever tried pottery?"

"Umm...No? But maybe my brother has, can you tell me the name of the person you are looking for?"

"Uh- I don't know the person's name but your brother wouldn't happen to have long, brown hair that he ties up into a bun, would he?"

"Yeah, no... you definitely have the wrong number."

"Alright, thanks a lot."

You sigh as you put the phone down. It has been 5 days and you're getting impatient now. You use your pen to cross out yet another failed number combination. It was going to be a long day.

"Yeah, this makes no sense to me at all," Isogai says, scratching his head.

"Asynane... are you sure he wasn't calling this entire thing pointless and asinine?"

"No, he wasn't. Give it back to me. Sa- Satsuki! Please don't ruin the paper, it is the only clue I have," you say and try to snatch the paper from your friend's hand.

"Well, it's pretty much useless as a clue," she says, handing it back to you.

It has been a week since you last met "that hair tie boy" at the Community Centre. After hitting many dead-ends, you finally decided to confide in your best friends and take their help.

Isogai: Did you ask your instructor?

You: Yeah, I did and he was useless. At first, he didn't know who I was talking about. When he finally realized, he didn't know the name. And when I asked him if I could look at the names of the people who take the class, he refused by saying it's "classified information". I mean, what is this, the CIA or something?

Isogai: What's so special about this guy, anyway? You guys barely spoke for two hours and it has been a week now. He has probably forgotten you by now.

Your face falls as you realize that Isogai might be right.

Satsuki, glaring at Isogai: You can really be so insensitive at times, you know. Of course he wouldn't have forgotten Y/N. He was clearly interested or he wouldn't have left a note. Although, damn that's some bad handwriting.

Isogai: Hmm, that's true. Why did he leave so abruptly, anyway?

You: I don't know. When I asked around, I found out that, when I was washing up, some kid had barged into the class and practically dragged him out of his seat. I'm guessing he must have been his younger brother or someone.

Isogai: Sigh. Alright, let's get back to it. Are we sure the school name starts with a K? It looks more like an H to me.

Satsuki, groaning: That just widens our school search. What about stores that sell hair ties?

Isogai: That is literally worse, there are like a billion hair tie stores out there as compared to schools.

You: I mean, even if we did manage to narrow down the schools or stores, we couldn't possibly go to all of them and ask around for someone we don't even know the name of, can we? I'm not that desperate to find him.

The shopkeeper is glaring at you through her glasses.

"So...? Would you happen to know someone like that?"

"Are you really asking me if I know a tall guy with brown hair and a goatee that buys generic hair ties?"

"...Yes."

"Look, I don't know if this is some weird new kind of prank that you kids are playing these days but I have a lot of work to do. We get all kinds of people buying hair ties and it is hard to remember one specific person. And even if I did, I wouldn't be able to give out that information, anyway."

You nod quietly and exit the 10th store you have been to today. It has been 17 days and you are running out of ideas.

You walk to your dresser. You have worn nothing but that brown hair tie ever since you got it. As you let your hair loose and run your fingers through them, you cannot help but think back to the moment when you got it.

That boy's soft fingertips barely grazing against your cheek and neck as he had gently and carefully gathered your hair, being decent and respectful enough to not touch your skin unnecessarily. How gently he had held your hair in place so that it wouldn't hurt when he twisted the hair tie.

I'm just being pathetic now. He has probably long forgotten me.

You should have forgotten him by now, too. It has been a month, now. He was just a stranger. It is not like you haven't met new people before. So, then, why? Why can't you stop thinking about him? Why can't you stop trying to think of ways of searching for him? You are always so alert these days whenever you go out, always searching, hoping to see that familiar brown-haired bun again, hoping to see that gorgeous smile again.

You sigh and plop yourself onto your bed. You have run out of all options now except for one.

"Please, let him be there. Please, please let him be there," you murmur to yourself as you drift off to sleep.

Asahi had tried to forget you. He really had. He had thrown himself into school and practice, doing anything he could to keep his mind off you. But when he was finally alone at night, alone with nothing but his own thoughts, his mind just wouldn't stop replaying the little moments with you. It wouldn't stop replaying all the kind words you said to him, how beautiful and comforting your smile was, or how soft your hair had felt against his fingers as he was tying them up.

He had gone back to the Community Centre once, hoping to find you again. But you hadn't been there. And his heart had sunk down to his feet as he dejectedly made his way back home.

If only he had been good enough-

No. He cannot afford to think like this. Not tonight. It is an important day tomorrow and he needs to sleep. The Volleyball Interhigh preliminaries start tomorrow and he needs to be well-rested so that he can be at the top of his game.

You had said that you would love to see him play some day. If only you knew how much he had taken those words to heart.

I wish you could see me play, too, he thinks to himself as he slowly dozes off.

Interhigh Preliminaries. Karasuno has finally managed to make a good team and everyone is pumped and ready to face their first opponent: Tokonami High.

Warm-ups will start in about 30 minutes and everyone is currently in the locker room, changing into their jerseys and chatting about the matches ahead.

Asahi twists his hair into a bun, holds it in place with one hand and raises the other hand to secure it with a hair tie. But as he stretches the tie-

SNAP

Asahi feels a sudden and sharp pain as his hair tie snaps and hits his fingers.

"Ow," he lets go of the bun, letting his hair fall freely. Rubbing his throbbing fingers, he moves to get another one from his bag.

"What happened, Asahi? Are you okay?" Suga asks.

"Yeah, it's nothing, my hair tie just broke. I'm just gonna use ano- oh no."

"What's the matter?"

"I brought only my gym bag. All my hair ties are in my school bag."

"You should ask Shimizu. She might have one on her."

"Yeah, do you know where she went?"

"Yeah, she went outside to get some things out of the bus."

"All right."

Asahi finds Kiyoko in the empty parking lot, heading back towards the Gymnasium.

"Shimizu, would you happen to have a hair tie on you? Mine broke and I don't have any extra on me right now."

Kiyoko shakes her head in response. "Sorry, I left my hair open today and didn't think I would need one. You can check in the bus if you want, there's a small bag on the last seat that might have one. I'd help you find it but I gotta take this stuff to Takeda sensei. If you don't find one, I can go and ask around in the girls' locker rooms," she says.

"Don't worry, I'll find it. Do you need help carrying this stuff?"

"No, I'm good. You just go find that hair tie," she says and hands him the bus keys.

"All right, thanks for the help!" he says and walks towards the bus.

"Excuse me, would you like one of these?"

Asahi stops and spins around so fast that he almost cracks his neck. He would recognize that voice anywhere.

There you are. Standing in front of him, smiling and holding out a hair tie in your hand. No. Not a hair tie. His hair tie. The one he had tied around your hair a month ago.

"You..." Asahi says, his voice almost a whisper. He cannot believe you are standing in front of him right now.

You were worried he wouldn't even remember who you were but looking at his expression, and the way he almost dislocated his neck when he heard your voice, you can pretty safely assume that he does remember you.

"Took me a whole month to find you. If you were gonna play this hard to get, a warning would have been nice, at least," you say as you dig your hand into your pocket and bring out a carefully folded piece of paper. You hand it to him.

Asahi's eyes widen as he recognizes his handwriting, "You got the note!"

"I did, but, unfortunately, I don't know how to read French so it was practically illegible to me," you say, a very mischievous smile plastered across your face.

Asahi's face gets redder and redder as he realizes how terribly written the note is.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry, this is totally unreadable."

"Yeah. It is," you giggle and the sound makes his heart flutter.

"How did you find- What did- How-"

"I will tell you everything, I promise, but for now, you have a game to get to."

Asahi stops stammering as he realizes you are right. Warm-ups should be starting any time now. He nods.

You hold out the hair tie towards him, "May I? As a return favour."

If you had put a tomato next to Asahi's face right now, his face would have been redder.

"Y-you don't have to if you're not comfortable. You don't have to return any favours-"

"Okay, let me put it this way. I have not been able to stop thinking about you for the last one month. Which is surprising, since I don't even know your name, yet, Asinine. So, to be clear, I would love to tie your hair for you. Not because I have to but because I want to. But if you are not comfortable with that, that is completely fine, too."

There it is again. That honesty. That no-nonsense, straight facts-spitting, in-your-face, take-it-or-leave-it, straight-from-the-heart, genuine honesty again.

Asahi can't help but smile at that. He nods and turns around.

You raise your hands and run your fingers through his hair lightly as you collect it from around his face. They feel oh so soft against your skin. Your fingers are barely touching his skin, yet you can feel the heat of the blush radiating from his face.

"My name is L/N Y/N, by the way. You can call me Y/N," you say as you twist his hair into a bun carefully, making sure to not pull too hard.

"I am Azumane Asahi. You can call me Asahi," he says, as you twist the hair tie around his bun, securing it in place.

"There you go, Asahi, you can check to see if it is secure," you say, stepping back to see if the bun looks fine.

Asahi turns to face you as he checks the bun, "It's perfect. Thank you, you really are a lifesaver," he says, smiling from ear to ear.

"You looked like you needed it," you say, winking at him, your smile matching his, "Now, go! Your match will be starting soon. I'll be cheering for you from the stands."

"Before I do that, though, I- I wanted to tell you that I haven't really stopped thinking about you either. And once we win today's matches, I promise that this time, I won't rush away like I did. And- And I am really glad you came today."

"I am glad I came, too. Now, you go out there and you break those walls, Ace!"

Seven years. It has been seven years since that fateful day when you found Asahi in the empty parking lot of Sendai City Gymnasium. Seven years with the most wonderful man you have ever known. Seven years and his laugh still makes you feel all warm inside.

You and Asahi are sitting on the private beach of your hotel, the sea waves tickling your feet, your hand intertwined with his, laughing and reminiscing about the first time you both met. The sun is almost setting and the way it lights up Asahi's face, his hair flowing freely in the sea breeze, you can't help but marvel at how beautiful he is as he throws his head back and laughs.

"I still cannot believe you went around asking hair tie shops about a tall guy with brown hair and a goatee."

"I was desperate! Your note was completely, entirely useless, Asinine!"

He chuckles.

"It was worth it, though. Every effort to find you was worth it," you say, smiling and looking into his eyes as you lean forward to kiss him.

As you slowly break apart from your kiss, you can feel Asahi stiffen a bit.

He stands up and stretches out his palm to help you up. You look at him, perplexed, as he suddenly seems extremely nervous. It reminds you of how he used to be in high school.

"I was planning to do this tonight when we went out for our anniversary dinner but this seems like the right time," he says and puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a small box.

He gets down on one knee.

You cover your mouth with your hands and your eyes widen as you realize what is happening.

"Y/N. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. Every single day, I wake up and I feel grateful that I have you. My life is with you and I cannot imagine doing this with anyone else. You are my one and only and I want to spend the rest of our lives trying to make you as happy as you make me."

You are squealing and sobbing loudly as tears of joy fall freely from both your and Asahi's eyes.

He continues. "Y/N. Would you make me the luckiest man on earth and tie the knot with me?" he says, smiling, and opens the box for you to look at.

Your sobs turn into laughter as you look at what's in the box.

It's a hair tie. A diamond-studded hair tie.

"I bought you a ring too, but I wanted to propose with this."

"Yes, yes, yes! Of course I will marry you," you say and throw your hands around Asahi, laughing and sobbing.

"May I?" he says and picks the hair tie from the box.

You turn around and he runs his hands through your hair. He is still as gentle with your hair as he was the first time.

Except, this time around, he lets his fingers glide softly against every bit of your skin that he can find.

FIN.

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Some facts I couldn't fit into the story but want to clarify in case anyone had questions:

1. Asahi didn't find Y/N at the Community Centre because Y/N was busy looking for him lol. 2. Y/N went to Sendai as a last resort, hoping that Asahi had started playing volleyball again and would be playing in the prelims.

jdjhfgsdhgsdfhdfj I am very feels about this fic I love it so much. Lmao pls 2 ignore the choppy photoshop editing, I wanted to bring some feels.

Tagging @darthdutton @duckymcdoorknob @thepuckishrogue @wonhomarshmallow and @bobsie @luri-isa because I know (or hope) you guys will love it!!!!!

I really popped off with this one I will be screaming about this fic for at least the next 2 days. Thank you for reading.

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hi! may i request hcs of the haikyuu boys watching/helping their significant other workout? maybe yoga or just a regular workout? would be sweet if it was all of them but i know there are so many, so mainly kuroo, kageyama, bokuto, oikawa and nishinoya <3 thank you!!

hi anon!! i’m sorry i didn’t do all the boys, but i wrote for the specific boys you requested. if you, or anybody else, wants these hc’s for other boys i’d love to do them hehe. hope you enjoy!

kuroo tetsurō

he’s so excited as soon as you’re like “hey wanna work out together”

like his whole body freezes up and then he just

screams

if you’re already like pretty athletic, he makes everything a competition

but doesn’t actually compete

he just wants to watch you 😏

no fr he’ll be like “i bet i can do more squats than you”

and then just doesnt squat and only watches you squat

this mf 😭

he gets way too excited and puts an alarm at 4;30 am to text you/wake you up to go on a run with him

you: see that’s what we’re not gonna do

if you’re not very athletic or you’re just starting to get accustomed to working out

he is so. encouraging

like sickeningly so

tries his best not to overwhelm you and does really basic workouts with you

but also if ur laying face down on the ground crying “i dont wanna do this anymore” he will NOT have any of it

good luck unsubscribing to his services

he just wants to see you succeed 🥺 👉🏼👈🏼

cooks you the best healthy meals you dont even feel like youre missing out on anything

now

yoga

listen he’s so cheeky

he’s so mf TOUCHY

couples yoga with kuroo >>>>

it’s so funny bc this man is so strong he can do pretty much any move that requires any type of strength but pull out the flexibility card and he will pass away on the spot

he also just likes to watch you do yoga

not just bc he’s a pervert

but also bc it’s just interesting to see you in your zone

buys you yoga pants just bc <3333

“u just wanna stare at my ass”

“how dare you i would never objectify my gf”

stares at your ass <3

kageyama tobio

remember when i said kuroo would make everything a competition but wouldn’t really care

kageyama cares

he’s so annoying youre just trynna have fun working out w ur bf but here he is trynna kill u bc he’s so much better at everything

okay but if YOURE better 🤑

it pisses him off at first but then he realizes he’s pissed off bc ur so hot and make his spine tingle

work outs with him are intense as fuck

like he goes all out

but then he helps you stretch and 😏 it’s worth it

if he’s helping you workout, he’s kinda harsher than he intends to be

and when he realizes that yk maybe he’s being a lil extra

he apologizes and just asks how you wanna do it

spends the night researching hehe 

is encouraging in a demeaning way like “do you WANT to regret not working harder” ur like tobio i swear on my life i will start crying

when y’all are done he does like give u a small kiss and the sweetest smile “good work” and it makes it all the more worth it

about yoga though

when he first watched u he was horny hwbwjwks

he was like oop what is this feeling

but then it clicked lmao

avoids watching you unless you’re doing it privately so he can embarrass himself less

if you invite him to join you it’s just rigorous head shaking but he loves you sm he’ll do anything for you

he just follows your lead and is listening so attentively and is trying to mimic your movements exactly and is so awe oh my god he’s so CUTE

once ur done and ur both just laying on the ground you roll over and kind lean over him and give him a kiss “thank u for doing this with me”

“we should do it more often”

not horny just in love with you <3

bokuto kōtarō

so hyperactive good luck keeping up with him

he’s also like

built

LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN. HIM???? no way he doesnt go crazy w the work outs

if you suggest to work out together he’s so excited and he just does everything normally the way he does at 2.5x speed and you’re just like bruh 🧍🏻‍♀️ slow down

you do eventually find your own rhythm that kinda matches his own

and it’s nice to have him with you because like if you’re at a gym and ur using a device across the room from him he’ll just yell and wave at you and blow you a kiss god i love this dork

after you’re both spent you just sit on the ground across from each other stretching just talking just vibing

gives you a big smooch in between everything if he can

it becomes a really positive addition to your life ngl

if he’s helping you work out

he is actually the fkn BEST

despite him being a work out freak, he doesn’t force that on you in any way

if anything i think he’d be super gentle

so cheerful when encouraging you

and rewards you a lot

too much probably

“20 PUSHUPS BABE !!!! LETS GO MAKE OUT FOR 20 MINUTES”

he doesn’t just say it he really does mean it when he tells you he’s proud of you

loves it when you do yoga

immediately tries to join in

“oouu teach me this move” proceeds to fall on his ass <3

 t’s okay he has a lotta cushioning 😏

he always wants to try the couples yoga moves

he saves them on his phone to show you later and you cant say no bc ur already in gear and the yoga mat is on the ground hehe

(if you watch cody ko and kelsey kreppel’s couples yoga video that’s basically how it goes with you two)

^^^ in one of the moves he has to like lift you up by your arms as youre sitting down and he’s standing and he accidentally just shoves your face into his crotch

you both couldn’t stop laughing until you nearly peed and thats the beauty of love

oikawa tōru

he has to repeatedly ask you if you’re s u r e you wanna work out with him 

if you’re s u r e you can keep up

please hand his cocky ass to him <3 

if you’re athletic, prepare to have him try to one up you every time you do something 

it’s so sweet though cause he’s so determined and he’s sticking his tongue out between his lips and you’re just like baby please what is this 

tells you to lay beneath him while he does push ups so he can kiss you 

you complain about how sweaty he is but really you just want him to take his shirt off <3 

okay two important things i want to go over

one. oikawa does not know when to stop. so, honestly, you probably suggested to work out with him to keep him in check and make sure he doesn’t overwork himself 

please make him drink water and take breaks when necessary :( 

two. his knee :( he would probably need to be very careful and he’ll teach you the correct way to massage it and prep it before he does any critical work 

if you approach him one day about helping you work out cause you’re clueless — yes it will get to his head

but like ??? he’s your boyfriend??? your very athletic boyfriend??? 

who else would u ask tf 😹

anyways he makes a whole like list and shit

organizes it so well with color coding and different handwriting 

keeps you up to date with your progress and always says things like “look how well you’re doing babe!” and gives you a hugeeee hug 

now, oikawa is either weirdly flexible, or not flexible at all

we’re gonna go for the first one for this yoga hc 

joins you randomly and starts doing the poses correctly right away ur like ??? sir ??? 

distracts you. so much. 

“can i have a kiss— another one?— one more— one more babe— okay an—“ 

make out sessions ensued :)

nishinoya yū

actually i think noya would like to be in own zone kinda thing when he’s working out

probably blasting some katy perry in his ears ngl 

but when you tell him you wanna go work out with him?? 

now you’re both blasting katy perry in your ears 

stares. stares so much. provocatively. 

he’s your bf so you get it

but women have come up to you in the gym asking if you’re okay hbwjwkwe

makes you try out his routine while he tries out yours 

“wow babe this is sooo easy” he’s dying dont believe him

you guys probably have a handshake that’s so motivating to do before and after eeekkkk he probably makes you feel SO good about yourself after

takes you to eat the unhealthiest shit he can find after a workout because why not right ? chivalry? undead 😻

if you ask him for help he’ll accept right away

competes with you to help you improve 

“one day babe you’ll be beating me at these with such ease” 

he’s the loud kind of encouraging 

yells a lot

like so much 

body worship all the time <3333

“god u look SO good right now i love you so much” 

this simp i love him sm

anyways. onto yoga 

did i mention he stares 👁👁

because he does 

he already knows you do yoga and he will find out your schedule 

just. likes to watch you tbh 

if you offer to do couples yoga with him he refuses bc he likes the view where he is lmfao 

there are so many tiktoks of him just doing the dances while you calmly do yoga 

it becomes a trend lmfaowjwnsj

anyways yes best supportive bf award goes to noya (actually all of them who am i kidding)

end note; MY BEST FRIEND PAINTED AKAASHI FOR MY BDAY GIFT I STOPPED BREATHING ,,, anyways i hope y’all enjoyed this!! feel free to request some more mwah

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the poisoning of draco malfoy

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pairing: draco x fem!reader

request: no haha

summary: y/n is known her her hangover cure and her passion for potion making. something goes slightly wrong when it comes to helping draco malfoy.

warnings: mentions of underage drinking, swearing, getting poisoned lmfao

a/n: hiyo i should be studying rn for one of my exams on monday but i just wanted to post this also big sorrry to anyone’s dm that i have yet to respond to i literally just popped in here to do this and hopefully i will crawl out of my study hole in a few days fjsdka’

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“Draco!” Y/N hissed as he flipped through her entire Potions cabinet, his fingers brushing over every bottle. “Be careful!”

“Sheesh, have I ever been anything but careful?” he teased, shooting her a very self-satisfied look before continuing his search. “Why don’t you label yours?”

“It adds spice to the whole hangover curing process, don’t you think?” she joked, sitting on her bed as she watched him. “Do you need help?”

“No, I’m fine.” She tried to suppress a smile as his stubborn persona reared its head. “It’s pink, right?”

“Yeah,” she said absentmindedly. Her thoughts were somewhere other than potions--instead thinking of how he’d let her rest her head on his shoulder while they were all talking. It obviously meant nothing--they were just friends--but it still made her heart speed up when she thought about it. 

“Got it.” He shut her cabinet, brandishing a small pink bottle before tossing it into his pocket. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Anytime,” she said. If she avoided looking him in the eyes for too long, she could pretend like she didn’t feel disappointment at the fact that his visit to her room would be so brief. When he’d asked the group for Wide-Eye potion, everyone had directed him to her and her signature brew (which was really just Wide-Eye brewed with the essence of mandrake root). She’d let her mind wander to the possibilities of what might happen when they were alone in her room--but that was all drunken fantasy speaking. Just because he let her touch his shoulder didn’t mean he was about to propose.

“I’ll see you around, yeah?” He sent her a grin that made her knees weak, turning to leave.

“See you.” 

With that, he was gone.

~

“Think you’re funny, huh?”

Draco’s voice cut through her own pounding head as she sat at the Ravenclaw table with her other equally hungover friends.

“Excuse me?” She whipped around to see him pink with frustration. “Did you even take it?”

“It doesn’t work,” he told her matter-of-factly. “I don’t know how you managed to con all your friends into thinking that you’re some sort of Potions master at the age of 17, but you’re not. I know you’re a fraud.”

“What are you talking about?” Y/N asked. “That potion works. I’ve used it myself.”

“Yeah, it’s magic,” said her fellow Ravenclaw friend, Rena, from across the table. “I actually stole a vial from your cabinet this morning. Never been better. Maybe you’re just ill.”

“Huh?” Y/N asked. “I gave the last vial to Draco last night. There’s no way you could’ve…” The color drained from her face. “Draco, do you still have the bottle from last night? Can you describe the potion to me?”

The realization seemed to dawn upon him as his eyes widened. “No. I threw it out. It just looked like a regular potions bottle. Pink, like you said. Oh, god, did you poison me?”

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?” said Y/N, keeping her tone cavalier despite the fact that she was terrified. “There’s nothing...deadly...in there per se. But it’s not all totally legal for someone like me to have, so we can’t let Pomfrey know about it until I figure out what you took. Or Snape. Especially not Snape.” She shivered.

“So what do you suggest we do?” he drawled.

“Come with me. I’m going to try and figure out what’s missing.”

They didn’t talk much on their way to the Ravenclaw dorms apart from Y/N asking him about his symptoms. As far as she could tell, he was perfectly fine apart from a headache and sensitivity to sound and light--a classic hangover. 

She racked her brain, trying to think about what potion could be in her cabinet that wouldn’t cause ANY effects, even with the combination with alcohol. There was nothing. Quite literally nothing.

“Ok,” she told him as they stood in front of her cabinet. “I want you to tell me the general region where you grabbed it.”

Draco squinted at the bottles, running his fingers over them like he had last night. “To be honest, I hardly remember. It was a blur. Maybe this’ll teach you to put labels on them.”

“Normally I don’t have people ransacking my potions!” she snapped, throwing her hands in the air. “Are you sure you don’t feel anything different from a hangover? Like, at all?”

“No.” 

“Did you even take it?”

“Yes, I’m quite certain I drank a potion you gave to me this morning unless I completely imagined the entire thing,” he said, rolling his eyes to the ceiling and sitting down next to her. “How fucked am I? Should I go to the hospital wing?”

“Worst comes to worst we use a bezoar, but it doesn’t look like you’re in any danger.” She chewed her lip as she thought. “Hang on…you’re absolutely positive it was pink, right? Were there any other colors in it?” 

“Gold flecks.” 

She sprung up, digging through her cabinet and ignoring Draco’s questioning. “This doesn’t make any sense. I think you took my love potion.”

“No way,” he scoffed. “I think I would know if I was under the influence of a love potion.”

“I know. That’s why it doesn’t make any sense,” Y/N said. “But there’s only one potion in here that has gold flecks, and that’s a love potion. And it’s gone. Unless Rena took it--and I think everyone would’ve noticed that by now--it had to have been you.”

“But I feel normal!” he protested, running his hands through his hair. 

“Of course you feel normal,” she chastised. “The whole point of love potions is to convince you that what you’re feeling is natural--oh.”

It hit her. 

He gave her a weird look.

“Got anything you want to confess, Malfoy?” she asked, cocking her head and meeting his eyes. 

“What?”

“Do you know how love potions work?”

“Of course I know how love potions work,” he snapped, narrowing his eyes. “I’m not 12.”

“Care to explain?”

“You’re ridiculous,” he said, but he crossed his legs and continued in a monotone voice as he recited the lesson they’d both heard in 3rd year. “The recipient of a love potion falls into infatuation with the…”

His voice trailed off.

“With the person who gave it to them, yeah?” pushed Y/N. “So if you feel no different, and I was the person who gave it to you..”

Draco just stared.

“Draco, I brewed that potion, and I know that there’s nothing wrong with it,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “You feel normal because--”

“Because I normally feel infatuated with you, yeah,” he cut in, his tone bitter as he rolled his eyes again. “No need to spell it out for me.”

“This is horribly embarrassing for you, huh?” she teased, giving him a shove. “Why didn’t you just tell me? I’ve probably liked you for longer.”

“Well--what?” 

“Yeah,” she said, shrugging as she tucked her legs under her and scooted a little closer. “You don’t honestly think I’d give my last vial to some random classmate, do you?”

“Well, why didn’t you just tell me?” he teased. “I don’t let just anyone fall asleep on my shoulder.”

“I guess we’re both cowards, then,” said Y/N.

“And idiots.”

“I think that’s just you.”

final a/n: i didnt edit this and i wrote this in the middle of what was supposed to be a study session for me whoopsies fdjsa;k 

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

watched s11ep1

i will provide you with a quick review before i disappear back into the ether of twd avoidance

lots of spoilers under the cut. also i wrote way too much and i worked all night and haven’t slept so i didn’t bother to reread literally any of it, so it might be completely nonsensical, tho if you don’t expect that from me by this point idk whose blog you’ve been reading

enjoy:

hokay, first off, i’ll start by saying that i enjoyed it more than i expected to. i’ve been avoiding any sort of discussion about stuff, but my google algorithm is so fucked at this point that i still get recommended articles and stuff every now and then, so i was already pretty aware of what i was walking into, and was expecting it to be eh, but actually i prob enjoyed it more than i enjoyed the finale

(don’t get too excited tho, the finale was rly boring lmfao)

anyway

episode starts off with a tense scouting mission

it takes .005 seconds into the episode for caryl to exchange a look of longing, establishing that they are still having weird conflict and are both too fucking stubborn to do anything about it even tho they hate it desperately

i imagine that will continue for a while

rosita, kelly, carol, maggie, what’s her face with the bad hair, and lydia (i think that’s everyone?) lower down to some army bunker or something, where a bunch of walkers are taking a snooze, and the girls are very respectful of walker naptime, and do their best not to wake them up

obviously they eventually wake up, but i’ll get to that in a sec

as they’re tiptoeing through the walker tulips, there’s this split second where carol spots a machine gun, and looks at maggie with a face like, “can i plzzzz, i am mad horny for that machine gun,” but maggie tells her no. (i 110% expected her to defy orders and accidentally wake up all the walkers, but she actually behaved herself for once. well. mostly)

never fear, tho, after the girl gang collects a bunch of MREs they go back to wait for the dudes waiting up top to pull them up, and bc men ruin everything, one of the ropes break, and daryl catches it before it falls, but then a slow motion drop of blood falls on a walker’s face, and just like that, walker naptime is over, and carol uses her bow and arrow for two seconds before she is like “fuck this” and whips out the machine gun

yes, she is super hot using it

yes, daryl watches her do it

anyway, all the other girls get rescued, and carol is about to be pulled up, but bc she is a #girlboss, she first makes a beeline for one more crate full of MREs. daryl covers her while she gets the loot, and when she gets back up top they have another charged moment as carol hands him back his knife

just fuck already, jfc

titles!

cut to alexandria where everything is still not smilestimes

BUT, we do get to see uncle daryl run and hug rj and judith (and dog), and FUCKING HERSHEL JR, LIGHT OF MY LIFE is also there

istg, they could not have casted a better child, i a d o r e him

oh, and some friends of maggie’s show up too, idk

cut to a staff meeting where everyone is like, whomp whomp, we’re all gonna starve to death unless we figure out something quick

cue maggie going, “oh, i know where food is, but it requires me to tell you my tragic backstory, in case anyone didn’t watch my bottle episode”

she tells her dramatic backstory about all her friends getting slaughtered by the reapers for no apparent reason, and then she’s like “anyway, let’s go back there!”

no one thinks it’s a great idea, but a group of people decide to go anyway, including daryl and gabriel. rosita is super pissed that gabriel is going, and carol doesn’t go, probably partly bc it’s a shitty fucking idea, and also bc they have to keep caryl apart bc otherwise they’ll fix their problems ahead of schedule and they won’t be able to drag out the needless angst

daryl looks kind of annoyed that carol doesn’t volunteer to go 

bitch, i thought you wanted her to stop putting herself in the line of fire! make up your damn mind!

moving on

cut to a thunderstorm, where, if you look closely, you’ll notice daryl is wearing the STUPIDEST hat i’ve ever seen. just get an umbrella, jfc

for some reason negan is with them, bc ig he knows his way around washington dc, and no one in six years has bothered to figure out how to get around the city and/or get a map, and he is like “hey guys, maybe we shouldn’t try to walk in this fucking hurricane,” and everyone is like “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” 

this will be a common occurrence 

but eventually daryl is even like “actually, it’s rly unpleasant out here, and my hat is mad stupid, can we go inside plz?”

so they go inside an old metro station, which is actually a rly cool cinematic choice. i rly like the idea, and they executed it rly well

speaking of executions

there are some fucking RULL CREEPY walkers. idk why they bothered me so badly, but they were what they at first assumed were corpses wrapped up in tarps, but turns out none of them had been properly put down, so they go through killing these rotted bodies that had supposedly been there since The Fall, and it’s very gross and cool

this entire time, btw, negan is like “hey, i know i’m a shitty person, but i have some rational arguments about why we shouldn’t be doing this right now,” and everyone is like, “FUCK YOU NEGAN, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF US!!!” and he’s just like “god fucking damnit”

(i forgot to mention that at one point, when they’re headed into the metro station, negan is trying to warn ppl of the potential danger, and everyone is ignoring him, and he tries to talk to daryl, and daryl is like “fuck you, you think we’re BUDDIES?” and negan is like “oh, ok, so you’re gonna be like that too? fanfreakingtastic” and it’s very funny)

anyway. a fat monster zombie escapes its tarp at one point, and tries to eat some npc, and negan saves him, again is like “hey, anyone else realize that this is a FUCKING BAD PLAN?”, and everyone is like “we don’t care, you’re still shitty and we’re not listening to you, and you don’t actually care about random npc i would literally not be able to pick out in a lineup bc his face is so generic, you’re not the boss of us!!!”

it’s at this point that negan finally is like, “why am i even here? bc i know how to get around washington dc? do none of you have a map?” and i was like, “right?! that’s what i said!” 

it’s then revealed that maggie only brought negan along to murder him under the guise of “oops, he got hurt in the line of duty, it wasn’t my fault,” and daryl has this look on his face that says, “i seriously need to stop hanging out with lethal women bent on revenge bc it’s gonna give me high blood pressure,” and maggie has a badass moment where she points a gun she has for some reason at negan and is like “i have like, one shred of human compassion left inside of me, and if you keep pushing me i will fucking kill you without a second thought, so shut the hell up”

(in her defense, negan had just dropped glenn’s name to purposely antagonize her, which was rude as hell)

(for the record, i’m completely on maggie’s side here, but negan still is right that trapping themselves in a metro station is a bad call)

anyway, moving away from that briefly

i think this jump cut happens sooner, i don’t actually remember, but whatever who cares, point is, we get to the part of the show that actually matters, and that’s anything involving my love, juanita “princess” sanchez

and also eugene, yumiko, and ezekiel

they are being asked increasingly invasive questions by commonwealth ppl, some of which i wish they actually would of answered (what do they use to wipe their asses with?? surely toilet paper has long since become extinct)

zeke, who is so much more tolerable as a character now that he’s not larping as a king, has this incredibly weird and sort of sexually charged moment with a dude in an orange stormtrooper costume, where he’s like, “i bet you were an asshole cop back before The Fall, you stupid fascist, #fuckthepolice, mb literally? idk, this moment has a lot of pent up aggression that could easily translate to hate sex, it might just be the intense eye contact, but w/e, let’s just move along,” and then he has a coughing fit to remind the audience that he’s currently dying of cancer, and orange stormtrooper is like “lolz, loser, drink some water you dumb piece of shit”

cut to the wholesome foursome sitting at a picnic table in a guarded courtyard eating gruel, and yumkio, who finally has a personality, and princess are like “hey, this place fucking sucks, can we leave?” and zeke is like, “yeah, i met this orange stormtrooper who i think might be dtf and/or murder, so we should probably bounce”

but eugene is like, “but i want some hot stephanie ass, and also some bullshit excuse about how mb commonewealth will save alexandria” which, they left before things went super downhill, right? idr. it was after hilltop fell, but they don’t know alexandria got fucked either, if i recall? w/e, not important

two seconds after he says this, they talk to some people who are like “we’ve been here for four months, or maybe it’s been nine, i don’t actually remember, i’ve stopped processing the passage of time,” and the wholesome foursome takes this as a bad sign, tho that’s just the life i’ve lived as a night worker during a pandemic, so i was like #mood

but then they watch some guy get dragged away screaming to get “reprocessed” and eugene is like “ok, nvm, let’s bounce”

(my theory on what “reprocessing” is, is that they’re stuck in a room and have to watch hours and hours of customer service training videos on vhs from the 90s)

i definitely got my jump cut scenes mixed up bc i think the negan accusing maggie of a murder plot thing happened in between this scene and then the next commonwealth scene, but w/e, i’ll just finish what happens in the commonwealth arch

the wholesome foursome are trying to hatch a plan to escape, except princess, my love, is distracted watching some stormtroopers flirt, and the other three are like “wtf, dude, how can you even tell any of them apart?” and princess then tells them every stormtroopers backstory bc she is brilliant and pays rly close attention to shit, and the other three are like, “this is useful information, thank you for being an insane person”

their plan involves yumiko and eugene dressing up as stormtroopers and leading princess and zeke out of the place, which works fine actually, except on their way out they come across the Depressing Wall of Probably Mostly Dead Missing Loved Ones

they’re about to leave, when princess is like, “wait, yumiko, you’re on here, that’s weird huh?”

sure enough, yumiko  is on the wall, with a note from ig her sister 

the scene ends with yumiko going, “guys...i can’t leave...i have tragic backstory to unveil”

tragic backstory to be continued ig

back in murder metro town, npc and some other npc have stolen all the supplies, there’s a train blocking the track, and a horde of walkers are coming towards them, so things are not going fantastic

they horde is too big to take down, so they start to climb on top of the train car to get away

but dog runs away!

and daryl, being every pet owner ever, is like “gotta go get my dog, guys, try not to get killed while i’m gone, c u soon!” and he ducks under the train and disappears

#priorities

the episode ends with maggie climbing up the train car but getting grabbed by a walker and dangling off the edge, and negan is there and they have a lion king moment where maggie is like, “scar! help me!” and negan is like “long live the king, bitch” and walks away into the shadows, leaving maggie to a potential death

which, while i know isn’t actually going to happen, would be a really fucking funny move on the writers’ part

like, “look, lauren’s back! and now she’s dead, bet you didn’t expect that!”

anyway

my assumption is negan will actually end up helping her up or something, continuing his ambiguous morality bullshit that actually isn’t ambiguous bc he BEAT GLENN TO DEATH WITH A FUCKING BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE IN FRONT OF HIS PREGNANT WIFE

the maggie/negan arch is kind of dumb, but whatevs, i’ll tolerate it, as long as my boy glenn gets justice in the end

anyway, cue credits!

final assessment: good episode. i’m much more interested in commonwealth than the reapers, tho i am hoping that daryl’s personality-less ex turns out to be a monster killing machine with no conscience, that’ll be fun. princess is a gift from god. hershel jr needs his own tv show. needs more carol (and caryl)

the end! going back into my walking dead free chamber! see you next episode!

-diz