#he's my newest f/o but he's all i can think about- he's so stunning

[silverselfshippingchaos]

THE WAY HE LOUNGES ON THE TABLE... GN Y'ALL I CANNOT DO THIS RIGHT NOW ANSJQJSHQHEHQJW

[physcoticfrog]

(idk what to call this, pretend it's a good title)

Description: From birth, your quirk had always been different, coming with black bat-like wings, but what happens when they get ripped from you during childhood? (Your quirk is a bat, coming with echolocation, and the whole package. You even have big ol ears).

Pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and depression, swearing

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Past

"Honey where are your parents?" You heard a sickly sweet but soft voice ask you.

"I don't know". That was your only answer. You knew what was going to happen. You were just scared.

"Honey we should probably go down to the police station, they'll help you." How come people are so ignorant? All you can do is wait now, and not say anything more.

"Hi ma'am, this is my little sister, we'll be on our way now" you heard a man say. You knew this. So why were you so scared?

Moments turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours, to days. You ended up being their puppet. After all, you could do pretty much everything they needed. There was just a small problem. You couldn't leave.

All you could hear were your screams bouncing off of the walls of the room as your wings were ripped from your back. Searing pain seized down your back, causing you to cry out in pain.

Soon enough, it was over. A man wrapped your wings, or what was left of them, in order to not cause infection. You had now come to terms with the fact that you will never out live this. This is your family, this is a part of you. You can never leave.

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Present

"Wait what!? Really! Thank you dad!" You hugged him, because he had just told you you could leave if you wanted, and there would be hell to pay if you didn't come back, but you could leave nonetheless.

"Awee I wanna come with too Shig" You heard Toga complain. Toga was younger than you, about the age of a high-schooler. Not that you were much older, just older still.

"Dad please can you let her? We won't be long, I promise" Dad. Shigaraki. The one who raised you, even though he was your age. Some people might say he would be more like a big brother, but he was kind to you. More so than the others. He fed you, let you be a kid sometimes. He was like a father figure of a sorts, so, you've come to respect him.

"No, y/n, you know this. You can't go out there with her, they know who she is. They don't know you. Just don't pull any dumb shit". You could settle for that. That actually sounded really good. You were just really happy to see sunlight for the first time in your life, without having to be in the confines of a fence.

"Alright. Well, I'm gonna find a coffee shop, I wanna know what it tastes like. How about I'll be back by, say, umm, 4:30? Latest 5:00?" You asked. How could he say no to that? It was a win-win, because it's already around 2:45, and you don't know your way around the streets.

"Ok, fine go. Make sure you call me immediately if anything goes wrong. Be home safe, ok?" See? That's full out dad mode right there.

"Yes dad, I know the drill." You were almost bouncing out of the door when you were ready to go.

You were wearing your newest pair of clothes, of course, slightly stained but that's because Dabi, who is more like a brother to you, decided to steal them from a corner store. It was a black crop top, with two little holes cut in the back for the small nubs poking from your back. You had to convince Dabi to cut them for you, since you can't place where that at.

You also wore high-rise black jeans, and a belt that cinched your waist. Dabi knew you all too well, and knew that you've been wanting an outfit like that for a while. No rips in the jeans either, which was a surprise. You of course wore socks, but they had a lot of holes in them. But your shoes covered them perfectly. They were white and the went up past your ankle. You thought you looked perfect, especially for your first day out.

When, you stepped out, you quickly felt a breeze brush past your face, and it felt amazing. It was a true fresh breath of air. You walked around for a bit, and then saw it. There were people going in and out of it, but not as many as you thought.

When you walked in, you smelled something that almost smelled bitter, but sweet. Is it chocolate? Coffee maybe? You couldn't tell, since you never had either. When it was your turn to order, you picked the first thing that caught your eye. A chocolate drizzled frappuchino.

"U-um hi, can I get a chocolate drizzled f-frappuchino?" You said shyly, you're voice coming out more squeeky than you had thought. She was very kind, and said, well you don't really know what she said. It got drowned out by your thoughts.

Something caught your eye, it was a glance of red, almost like blood. Too much, like blood.

"Would you like a small, medium or large?". What? You had to choose? There's a difference? Oh no. Oh no oh nOoO. What do you say?

The lady must've noticed, and immediately said "Would you like a medium, it's perfect for if you want to stay but not for too long". You felt thankful that she said that, and you immediately nodded your head, heading over to the small waiting line.

You catch another glance of red, looking up immediately. You were stunned. He looked so familiar, your pretty sure you've seen him in the pictures from Shigaraki's plans. Then it clicked. All the information he told you about him.

Hero name: Hawks. Actual name : Keigo Takami. Quirk: Fierce wings, he can fly, and telepathically control the feathers that he uses. Number two fucking hero. Great. Now Dad definitely will want you back home. But for now you leave it alone, and don't pay much mind to it. You want to enjoy your first day out.

When a different lady calls your name from the counter, you walk over and take the cup and the straw. There is a fluffy substance on top, along with what you think is chocolate drizzled into the cup. You put the straw in the cup and felt at peace. You then took a sip. It's absolutely divine.

You look away for a second, and then you notice Keigo walking towards you, but you pretend to not see him and make your way towards a table.

"Hi there, you must be new around this place." You freeze. He's talking to you. Right here. Right now.

"Um, yeah I- I don't really come around this city much." You lie. You've been around plenty of times. Just not as many outside as in.

"Oh, well this place has the best coffee, anywhere in Japan, so I think you're in luck. You should come around here more often. By the way, I'm Hawks. But you can call me Takami." He said, a smile on his face. Not smug or anything, just content. Something you're not used to doing.

"U- uh okay. My dad normally doesn't let me out of the house much. I guess you can call me y/l/n." You say, not lying, but not giving the entire truth.

And then you remember it. You're wings. His wings. The way he glanced at your back when you turned away. Shit, why do you let yourself get so carried away.

"O-oh well I should get going then, I have a bad habit of over sharing." You say, that odd feeling of over sharing. But before you can leave he says,

"I'm all ears if you've got time". This time it was a familiar smile. It was a smug one almost cocky. You debated it, hit decided it would be fine, as long as you don't mention the League.

Once you start rambling he is interested, watching intently as you talk. Him asking the occasional question. And then there it was, that question. "Hey, I know it's odd but I noticed your back. It looks like there were wings there, because it looks similar to when I use all my feathers in a fight. If you don't want to explain you don't have to." He said. You started shaking. Do I want to? I'd this ok? You thought.

"Well, it's a really long story. But when I was younger, my uh... Uncles, ripped off my wings. They were afraid I would leave them. I would fly away. I wanted to become a hero, by that was torn away with my wings." You say.

"Oh wow. You know, it's ok, right? That you might now have them. Who knows, they might even grow back!" He said cheerfully.

"actually..." He stopped once you started talking, "the doctor said if they don't grow back in ten years they will never show up again. It's been 15 years. But it's ok. Who knows I may just sprout some wings soon." You say trying to be sarcastic. Because in all reality, you don't know.

"Well, I hope to see you around. Ask your dad if we can meet up again soon." Hold on. How did the number two pro hero just ask you to hangout again?

"Maybe. My- my Dad is actually pretty strict, and he doesn't really like the idea.." You take a deep breath. "..of Heroes." You say, almost quietly. You really wanted to hang out, but just couldn't. Probably. "Wait! Hold up- I could just say I'm going out for coffee instead of meeting up with you!" You decided to say. A little more enthusiastic than you wanted.

"That works!" He said, matching your energy.

You guys continued to talk, about anything and everything. By the time 4:00 rolled around, you had decided on two days from today. At the same time. About 3:15.

When you headed back, it was 4:30 on the spot. The only issue: He was there. Hawks.

"What are you doing here?!" You whispered. This was no place for a hero. Especially Hawks. He couldn't take everyone on without dying.

"Same question to you." He whispered back.

"I'll explain at the café" you told him. What else were you supposed to do? Talk to him freely now?

"Dad, what's he doing here?" You said, talking about Hawks. You could tell that he knew who you were talking about.

"He's just here... For business." You weren't buying it, but what choice did you have?

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Two days later

"Hey.." You start. You know he knows. And he knows you know. You were just hoping you two could explain it all today.

"Hi." He said. He had no expression in his face. He normally wore a smile or a light hearted expression. But this was different. There was no smile. It was blank. Unreadable.

"So, I'm going to get straight to the point. I live there. That is my home. I don't have a choice. I didn't get to 'join' them. When I was about 4 or 5 years old, and my parents had died. They died because of a car crash. Apparently, they worked with the villains. A man, who might have been in his thirties took me to the hideout. After about a year, I went out through the door to see what the sun was like. They didn't like that." You continued. "Then they ripped off my wings. I still have all of my abilities, but nothing more. That's why I stay. If I leave, they will hunt me down. I want to leave, but I can't. Shigaraki- he's like my dad. He is only a few months older than me, but he still cared for me when no one else did. He helped me. And I won't judge you for being there either since I don't know your story. I just want to know why you, of all people, the number two fucking hero, was there." That's all you said. You stopped. And waited for him to say something.

Soon enough, his voice came out smooth, and soft. Not judging. But still serious, and him. "I'm working there- shit I'm really not supposed to tell anyone this." He took a deep breath. "I'm a spy. I'm not truly working for them, but I have to make it seem like it. Im only surprised, because I have never seen you there. Not once until yesterday. I truly am dedicated to being a hero, which is why I'm working with the league. I don't truly want to, but it helps the hero cause. Where have you been? How come I haven't ever seen you?" He asked. You answered.

"Dad doesn't like me being around for the meetings. He makes me go upstairs, and I stay there until he tells Toga or Dabi to come get me. I'm not part of the front line team. I'm the brains behind it. I have no choice but to plan it all out. The only reason I continue, is because I don't know how to stop."

That's how your 45 minute "date" went. Back and forth you two had questions and answers. You decided on meeting up every two days. Same time, same place.

Again, here you two are. Talking. And even laughing. Which you hadn't done since you were a teenager. "Yeah, I don't know where he thinks he'll get keeping me in my room, I can still hear everything. Just faintly. Can't make out individual voices."

He looked playfully dramatic shocked. "Now my quirk looks weak compared to yours." What? He really thought that? You felt a blush creep on to your cheeks.

"R- Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, in the best of ways, you literally are a bat. Everything about you. Except for, well, you."

"But how is my quirk better than yours?"

"Sweetheart, I literally can only fly and use my feathers. Even then, the more feathers I use the more difficult it is for me to fly." Really? There was more to it, you were sure. Wait- did he just call you sweetheart? The blush that crept on to your cheeks was a dark shade of pink.

"There's gotta be at least s-some speed boost o-or something, right?" The conversation continued, up until it was time for you to leave.

"Oh, and y/l/n, your wings are growing again." He said with a happy smile.

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A/n: this might become a series, so stay tuned I guess. Bye for now 🙃

[kingdomheartsmarts]

Hello, hello, dear. I'd love to request a shy fem!reader who's in the org 13 but has a crush on Sora. Like hardcore reader exe. Has stopped working. So she refuses to fight him, ever, only dodges or legit runs away. She'll leave notes about what the o13 will do next and neat gifts because face to face flirting out the door, thinking he wouldn't even *consider* being with her. And it's cute and fluffy/ maybe a about bit angsty because ya main villain hopelessly in love with main hero 🙏

yeah okay this is becoming multi chapter. thank you for requesting! i’m having too much fun to leave it at a one shot. i hope you enjoy chapter 1~

(yeah i know real original title for a kingdom hearts fanfiction l e a v e m e a l o n e) 

first multi chapter fic! 

a-n: THIS DOES NOT FIT INTO CANON. DON’T EXPECT IT TO. IT’S JUST FOR F U N 

another a-n: this Axel is not the nice Axel in 358/2 Days. this is based off of Castle Oblivion/how he was before roxas. 

Whatever Lies Beyond This MorningSora/Reader~ Chapter 1 

“They went that way!” You heard the duck yell, running behind a tree while panting, trying to stay quiet while you dropped a small piece of paper, before opening a dark corridor and sprinting through it. 

“Hey-” 

You opened the other side of the corridor, ending up in Twilight Town, quietly walking, trying to calm down your racing heart and calm the blush which thickly covered your face; quietly walking along the nighttime streets while thinking about everything that just happened. You were being sent on a normal mission, Sora finding you, your emotions that shouldn’t be there taking over, and running away- the same cycle that always happened when faced with Sora. You knew you shouldn’t even feel, much less feel this way for the one you were fighting against, but here you were- a foreign, fluttering feeling in your gut every time you laid your eyes on him and a burning of the emotions you developed for him- all in vain; you knew it was. It would always be in vain if it was the one you were suppose to hate- 

“Hey! Did your mission really take that long?” a familiar voice called out to you, your gaze meeting his before you smiled: Axel. 

“Yeah, it was supposed to be a small one but…” You trailed off, trying to avoid what really happened. Axel was always suspicious of your developing feelings, knowing that something seemed to go wrong with a lot of your missions, while he didn’t know what. 

“But what?” 

“I ran into some trouble,” You defected the question, walking to be beside him. 

“What trouble? You’re a good fighter,” Axel finally said, causing you to pause. 

“I ran into Sora,” You finally said, frustration thick in your tone, despite it being a ploy to get Axel to drop it. 

“Well, you’re with me tomorrow, so if we run into him, we won’t be running away,” He said, an odd, low tone to his voice while he opened a corridor for you, “Come on, I wanna take a nap.” 

“You always want to nap,” You said, while a sinking feeling weighed on your stomach- we won’t be running away. 

=

You stepped out into the harsh sunshine, something that, despite frequent visits to Twilight Town, always seemed to stun you with the sharp contrast from the World That Never Was. 

“This should be quick; it’s the two of us anyway,” Axel teased, lightly punching your arm while the two of you continued on. 

“Hopefully. Keep an eye out though; this is where Sora was yesterday,” You said as an empty warning, hoping to buy yourself some time before you saw him again. 

“Great, then Xemnas will think we’re great when we eliminate him,” He said lowly, a cold statement that made your gut sink. 

“Or, we could keep this short,” You hastily suggested. 

“Why do you always seem to get so flustered when Sora comes up,” Axel asked you with a slight annoyance, turning to face you. 

“Nothing! Really!” You insisted while your face heated slightly with blush. Axel scanned your face before finally deciding on his response. 

“Could it be that you have a little crush?” He sneered. 

“No!”

“I don’t believe you,” 

“Honestly I-” 

“There’s some of the Organization!” You were interrupted by the same duck, and despite all your encounters, refused to learn his name. 

“Oh wow, would you look at that; it’s a little friend of Sora’s,” Axel sneered again, shoving your hood on you before they were able to see your face. 

“Hey! I’ve told you my name before!”

“Wow, you can tell how rememberable you are,” 

“And who are you?” Sora finally asked, Axel motioning for you to move behind him. 

“I’m Axel. Got it memorized?” 

“And who’s that?” 

“Why,” Axel sneered, “This is our newest member who has told us where you’ve been.” 

You raised your eyes enough to see Sora’s, the shadow of your hood covering your face despite you knowing he saw your glance, just enough for him to know that you were the one who told him- who told him what the organization would be doing. 

“Why you- You organization members are no good! ” The duck charged at Axel, just for him to kick it back to the other two. 

“Axel-” You tried to stop him, only for him to shove you back. 

“Now, we have to finish our mission. Without your interruption,” Axel said, leading you to another dark corridor, you rushing behind him before leaving one last glance to Sora, confusion heavy while he knelt beside the duck. 

“Stop trying to stop our job because of a crush,” Axel warned you before scoping out the area, noticing trails left by the heartless, “I’m going to go this way. Go that direction,” he instructed, walking to the prints to your right, pointing for you to go left, “Call me if there’s any trouble.” 

You nodded, starting your journey through the mossy forest, attempting to be silent with the exception of a few twigs. Your thoughts wandered, thinking about the way Sora finally made eye contact with you while you had no choice but to follow Axel; the confusion and the curiosity that filled a childish rage, all pointed at you. You raised your eyes, seeing no heartless but hearing the footsteps of something close to you. You froze, listening out for any heartless while you knew that Axel was far enough away to where you wouldn’t hear anything. 

“Hey! You’re the one with Axel!” You heard Sora’s voice call from behind you, but now you were trapped; on a mission with one of your higher ups who wouldn’t let you leave. 

You stayed in place, attempting to think through something while he stopped behind you. 

“Go away while you can,” You said in a soft voice, attempting to walk off. 

“You’re the one who keeps on leaving me little pieces of paper, aren’t you?” He asked, the fighting fire out of his voice while you turned to face him, despite your hood. 

“Keep your voice down,” 

“But are you?”

You paused, looking him over; he had retreated his keyblade, instead standing at full height a ways from you, giving you space while he was alone. 

“Yes,” 

“Why?”

“Because, I don’t want you to get hurt. Now leave,” You said, turning again and continuing down the path of the footprints. 

“Wait!” He said, you hearing him run behind you, grabbing your shoulder and tumbling with you to the ground. 

“Why are you helping me?” 

“WHy are you tackling me to the ground?” you retorted, blush heavy on your face while you tried to push him off of you. 

“Hey!-” Sora said, shoving you back gently, but your hood falling off nonetheless; his eyes resting on your face while you could of sworn you saw a soft pink blush grace his cheeks. 

“He-hey,” He repeated softly, his eyes looking over your face. 

“Get off of her,” Axel’s irritated voice broke your staring contest, Sora jumping off of you while Axel grabbed your arm, pulling you off the ground, “Are you okay?” 

You quickly nodded, Axel’s emerald eyes cutting into Sora. 

“Go back to the Castle. Tell saix what happened,” He said sharply, summoning his chahrams and a dark corridor for you to go through. You nodded again, rushing through to go back to the hall that lead everyone to their rooms. 

“But what did just happen?”

[sinfulwonders]

New and Better

@brightstarblogs

Prompt:  “I would have had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.”

Summary:  Kokichi has a rough life, from his less than picturesque home life to getting bullied by Kaito Momota and his posse. He's going through the motions of life, but will the entrance of a new student have the potential to change all that?

Words: 2904

Story after the break!

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Kokichi Ouma ducked into class right as the bell sounded, avoiding eye contact with Kaito and a few others that snickered at his bruised jaw and awkward limp.

They’re admiring their handiwork, I guess.

“Cutting it a little close, Ouma-kun…” the teacher sighed at the plum-haired boy, then spoke again, addressing the entire class, “Today we have a new student. Please come in and introduce yourself.”

Kokichi adjusted himself in his chair as he watched the tall, navy-haired boy enter the classroom. His face was mostly concealed by a hat, which meant that Kokichi couldn’t tell right away if he needed to be worried about him. His other bullies, the ones rallied by Kaito, all had a certain glint in their eyes, a small almost unnoticeable cruelty that the small boy had learned to look for and avoid.

Not that avoiding helped much. They found him anyway.

“My name is Shuichi Saihara…” he glanced up at the teacher who beckoned him to continue, “I…just moved here with my uncle. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m sure you’ll all get along. Now, please be seated in the empty chair in the back left corner of the room. You’ll be seated next to Kokichi Ouma. Ouma-kun, please raise your hand.”

Kokichi slowly raised his head, not daring to make eye contact with the navy-haired boy when he approached him.

“Yo,” the boy said curtly as he plopped into the seat next to Kokichi.

“H-hi,” The plum-haired boy gave Shuichi a quick nod before turning back towards the teacher, now starting a lesson.

Kokichi felt a tap on his arm mid lesson and jumped in his seat a little.

“Woah, sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Shuichi whispered so the teacher wouldn’t hear their conversation, “I was just going to say that your Danganronpa notebook is really cool.”

Kokichi eyes widened with excitement, “Y-you like Danganronpa, too?”

Shuichi’s face broke out into a large grin as he practically shouted, “Do I? It’s the best thing ever! I absolutely love-”

“Saihara-kun! Please refrain from talking during class,” The professor scolded.

Kokichi saw the navy-haired boy roll his eyes and wink at him, as if to say ‘we’ll continue this conversation later’. He let out an almost silent giggle in return.

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As the bell for lunch sounded, Kokichi immediately began to exit the class room. He had to leave fast in order to get away from Kaito and the others in time.

Not that they don’t usually find me anyway.

As he hightailed it up the stairs towards the roof, one of his safer zones, he heard footsteps behind him.

“Wait up, Ouma-kun!”

He practically jumped at the shout, not bothering to look behind him. He ran quicker, throwing open the door and immediately realizing that he had nowhere else to go. The roof, while a safer option than most places for lunch, wasn’t really optimal as an escape route. Kokichi scurried around, looking around for a hiding place in a similar fashion to a panicked rat, when the voice sounded again.

“Ouma-kun, why are you running?”

The voice had burst through the door behind him, and the body it was attached to was hunched over and breathing heavily. As he leaned over, his hat slid off his head, revealing a mop of navy blue hair.

Shuichi Saihara.

“W-why were you chasing m-me?” Kokichi tried to respond with a snide retort, but his stuttering and shaking form only succeeded in making the boy look even smaller and even less intimidating, if that were possible.

“Ah, uh,” Shuichi began to rise, hat still overturned on the rooftop, “I wanted to have lunch with you, and talk… about Danganronpa.”

Shuichi was now fully standing and Kokichi’s eyes widened as they met the boy’s own. They were golden-grey and stunning, pulling Kokichi in to the point that his voice was stolen and he felt unable to look away. But as the taller blinked, Kokichi was able to regain his composure slightly.

“Why?”

Shuichi tilted his head a bit, “Why what?”

“Why would you w-want to be around me? I’m not exactly a good person to align yourself with h-here…” Kokichi twirled his hair through his fingers as he spoke, the curled ends making it obvious to Shuichi that this must be a nervous habit for the boy.

Shuichi took a few steps forward, hat now overlooked on the ground, “You seem fine to me…” He reached out and grabbed Kokichi’s hand that was still fiddling with his plum-colored locks and pulled him towards the door, “Now, c’mon. Let’s get some food and then I want to hear all about your favorite season!”

Kokichi’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as he followed behind the strange new student, “O-okay Saihara-kun.”

The navy-haired boy's hat was nudged along the rooftop by the wind, insignificant and forgotten.

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE NEWEST SEASON?!”

Kokichi shrunk back at Shuichi’s shout, curling up instinctually on one of the many benches that filled the cafeteria. He would just have to wait until the beating was over.

Its fine, I’ve dealt with this so many times. It’s really not that bad. Just have to be quiet. The first hit always hurts the most, after all, so I just gotta get through that. Then the numbness will come like it always does. Just get through that first hit.

But that first hit…never came.

“What are you doing?” Shuichi looked at the boy quizzically.

Kokichi stared at the boy through the fingers protecting his face. He didn’t look angry in the slightest.

“Oh-uh. Sorry… I just thought-” the boy let himself uncurl and sit up

Shuichi took in a small inhale, as he realized the fear in the other’s face, “Oh, shit. Ouma-kun, I wasn’t mad, I was surprised that’s all. Sorry, I just get… enthusiastic sometimes!” His eyes narrowed as Kokichi let out a small sigh of relief, “Are people…picking on you?”

“What? No- uh- not at all. I’m f-fine, it’s all in g-good fun!” Kokichi flailed his arms in protest, but Shuichi didn’t buy it for a second.

“And where does this ‘all in good fun’ stuff happen usually?” He raised an eyebrow.

Kokichi let out a sigh as he explained, “Well K-Kaito and our other… f-friends are usually waiting for me on my route before and after school… O-of course sometimes I’m n-not a g-good enough punching bag… so h-he’ll teach me a l-lesson during lunch t-too…”

Kokichi hadn’t realized he had started shaking until he felt strong arms grip his shoulders, steading him.

“Jeez… Ouma-kun that’s terrible…” Shuichi frowned deeply for a moment, just staring at the plum-haired boy.

He probably can see my fading bruise from this morning. God I’m pathetic.

“Ouma-kun.”

Kokichi noticed that Shuichi’s face had changed, his frown now pulled into a small smile, “Yes, Saihara-kun?”

“How about you and I throw those idiots off for the day? You can come to my place!”

“Huh? I couldn’t impose l-like that? I mean I j-just met you!” Kokichi protested, once again flailing his arms.

Why was this stranger being so nice to me?

Shuichi grinned wider, “Oh come on, it’ll be fun! Plus, we can watch the newest season of Danganronpa, since somebody hasn’t seen it even though it’s been out for months now!”

“W-well I don’t have c-cable…” Kokichi pouted.

“Then it’s settled, you’re coming home with me!” Shuichi practically beamed and Kokichi desperately tried to contain a blush as he was captivated by his smile, “I mean you just have to see the new season!”

Kokichi looked down at the ground, “F-fine.”

Shuichi just continued to smile, pointing down to the lunch he had insisted on buying for the other when Kokichi’s account had been declined for ‘insufficient funds’, “You should really eat that. It’s gonna get cold!”

Kokichi let out an exasperated sigh as the matter was apparently settled.

Kaito wouldn’t be happy about this. If he doesn’t get a hold of me today…tomorrow is gonna be hell.

He began to eat his lunch as Shuichi let out a small groan and looked around the cafeteria while patting his navy mop of hair.

“Shit. Where’s my hat?”

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Luckily for the boys, Shuichi’s apartment was in the opposite direction of Kokichi’s house, so the two were able to avoid Kaito and the others with ease. Not that it mattered much in Kokichi’s eyes, since Kaito would surely be waiting for him at his house the next morning anyway.

But it is rather nice to have a break.

Kokichi watched Shuichi ramble excitedly about his favorite Danganronpa characters and season, his grey-gold eyes shining wildly as he went on and on.

“-and that’s why Kirigiri is my favorite!” Kokichi noticed with slight concern as a little bit of drool fell out of his wide grin. But Shuichi quickly wiped his hand across his mouth and turned towards the shorter, “Oh shit, sorry! I didn’t even ask who your favorite character is!”

“N-no it was super cool to hear about h-how much you love her!” Kokichi protested, smiling, “You’re s-super passionate about Danganronpa, aren’t you Saihara-kun?”

The taller rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed, “Yeah, and I mean- uh it’s nice to have someone to actually talk about it with…” he let out a small sigh, “Someone who doesn’t think I’m an obsessed…freak…”

“I don’t think that at all!” Ouma declared, surprisingly keeping his stutter more at bay than usual, “And I love it too…K-Komaeda is my favorite. C-character, I mean.”

Shuichi’s eyes widened with excitement, “You like the wild cards, huh? That’s unexpected, Ouma-kun!”

Kokichi let out a chuckle and twirled his fingers through his hair, “I guess I just admire h-him.”

Shuichi gave the boy an understanding nod and then glanced up at the building closest to the two boys, “Oh! We’re here!” Shuichi unlocked the door and beckoned the other inside, “Now, come on in!”

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As the boy’s walked in, Kokichi noted that Shuichi’s apartment was much much nicer than his own. It was a spacious two bedroom that was decorated tastefully. It wasn’t trashed like Kokichi’s family home, and it surprised Ouma that there weren’t even beer cans littering the floor.

Must be nice.

“My uncle is out late tonight, so you may not get to meet him. But I live here with him,” Shuichi explained.

Kokichi tilted his head, “Where are your parents?” But as he saw Shuichi’s expression darken he immediately regretted it, “Oh s-sorry! That m-might be a touchy topic! Forget I asked!”

I’m so inconsiderate.

“No, it’s fine. They’re alive, just not around… Nor do they want to be,” Shuichi’s smile was small and tight. Bitter. “We’re not close.”

“I’m sorry,” Kokichi looked at the floor and whispered, “M-me and my folks aren’t r-really close either…”

Shuichi gave the smaller boy a couple pats on the shoulder, “We don’t need them, so fuck em! Here’s to new friends that actually give a shit!”

Kokichi stared at Shuichi in awe, “F-friends?”

The taller shifted back and forth, nervously rubbing the back of his head, “If that’s okay? I mean you like Danganronpa, so you must have good taste…”

The plum-haired boy burst into a wide smile, “O-of course! I- I’m so happy! We can watch Danganronpa together and you can tell me more about Kirigiri and your theories!”

Shuichi placed a hand over his mouth and his eyes widened slightly, “Y-yeah of course!” Kokichi watched in confusion as the other’s face was slightly red, “Speaking of, let’s watch the new series so I can hear your theories!”

Kokichi beamed as he was lead into the other’s bedroom. Unlike the rest of the house, which was modestly decorated, Shuichi’s room was wall to wall merch. He truly was a Danganronpa super fan.

“We can watch in here, I hope that’s fine! And I have some instant noodles in my pantry that we could eat for dinner, if you want,” Shuichi rambled to the boy, “Oh- unless you want something else! I don’t…really know how to cook but I’m sure I could figure something out or we could order something or-”

“S-saihara-kun?”

“There’s a pizza place nearby. But shit I don’t even know if you like pizza. Well then there’s a couple places to pick up or-”

“Saihara-kun!” Kokichi grabbed the navy-haired boy’s arm, trying to pull him out from his own head.

Shuichi spun around and met Kokichi’s eyes, silencing his words, “Sorry… what was that Ouma-kun?”

Kokichi smiled sweetly at the other, “Instant noodles are fine.”

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The two sat on Shuichi’s bed, backs resting on the headboard and cups of instant noodles discarded in the trash, as the two boys watched the first trial of the newest season.

“So,” Shuichi leaned over and whispered to Kokichi, “Who do you think the killer is?”

Kokichi tapped his finger to his chin, like a detective deep in thought, “I’m still not positive, but the fact that there’s an ultimate arsonist is sketchy right? Hmm… also that Rantaro guy kinda bothers me…”

Shuichi chuckled, “He bothers you?”

“Don’t laugh! It’s just a f-feeling!” The plum-haired boy gave the other an annoyed pout, and Shuichi turned away so the boy wouldn’t see the pink dusting his cheeks.

The small boy was just too adorable for words.

“Ah it was the ultimate botanist?” Kokichi exclaimed as the protagonist worked out the crime, “I w-wasn’t even close!”

Shuichi turned towards Kokichi, his violet eyes large as he took in the protagonist’s explanation with silent fervor. Usually nothing could tear the navy-haired boy away from Danganronpa when he was watching, but getting to see Kokichi watch it for the first time was somehow even more exciting.

It was even better when the execution came on and instead of watching it with unending intensity like Shuichi usually did, Kokichi turned away and buried his head into Shuichi’s shoulder. It would normally annoy the boy that someone could turn away from the executions, the obvious best part of the series, but it was somehow endearing that Kokichi couldn’t bear to watch them.

So cute.

“It’s getting kind of late,” Shuichi noted, giving the nervous boy an out if the show was too much for him, “Would you like me to walk you home now, or do you want to watch one more episode?”

He felt a murmur against his sleeve.

“What was that, Ouma-kun?”

The boy peeked out, violet eyes meeting grey-gold ones, “O-one more episode.”

It was so adorable that Shuichi almost pulled the boy into a fierce hug, wanting to protect him from anything and everything. Instead he grinned, “Of course!”

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One more episode quickly turned to two more, then five more, and before either knew it the two had fallen asleep on Shuichi’s bed. He awoke slowly to a weight on his arm and stared at the small boy serenely dozing, curled into Shuichi’s chest, the taller’s arm cradling him lovingly. Kokichi’s hair fell over his face as morning light slowly sifted in between Shuichi’s blinds, illuminating the small boy and enhancing his angelic features. Shuichi took in every detail and tried to burn the image into his mind, and tried to ignore the small wish that this would become a reoccurring event.

“Nngh,” Kokichi let out a small noise as he stirred, eyes flickering open and meeting Shuichi’s own, “G’morning…”

“Goodmorning!” Shuichi said enthusiastically.

Kokichi’s eyes suddenly widened, “Morning! Oh I w-was here all night?! I’m so s-sorry to intrude!”

Shuichi let out a spirited laugh at the small panicking boy, “I would have had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you!”

“I’m s-sorry!” Kokichi shot up in the bed, the pressure instantly dissipating, much to Shuichi’s disappointment.

“No, no, it’s fine Ouma-kun. I was teasing, I just woke up, too!” Shuichi sat up, looking down at the adorable boy in front of him, “Although I was definitely serious about the not waking you part. I mean you looked so-” Shuichi stopped himself mid-sentence.

“So what?” Kokichi raised an innocent eyebrow.

Shuichi blushed a little and decided to just say it, “So…pretty?” As soon as it came out of his mouth, Shuichi knew the word didn’t do the boy justice at all.

But it was enough to make Kokichi’s face immediately redden, as he covered his face with his hands, “S-shut up, I am n-not!”

Shuichi ruffled the boy’s hair in his hands as he continued to stutter at the compliment, “Come on pretty-boy, how about that breakfast I mentioned not making yet? Want some?”

Kokichi mumbled something under his breath and then nodded at Shuichi’s question.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing. Let’s just eat some breakfast,” Kokichi sighed as he shuffled out of the bed. Shuichi jumped out behind him and then led the way to the kitchen.

Kokichi stopped at the doorway a moment and let out another sigh, whispering to himself, “Pretty? I’m definitely not the pretty one here…Shuichi.”

He met the other in the kitchen and watched as Shuichi frantically tried to make omelets, Kokichi quickly taking over and teaching him how to make scrambled eggs out of the mess. The two made eye contact at the dining table as they ate their breakfast, and a thought ran through both of their minds.

Maybe this is the beginning of something…new. New and better.

[thegreenhorseman]

From the moment I got on this horse I felt a connection. I felt meaningful.  I felt a breath of fresh air and new goals that I had never before considered.  We floated around together in harmony, feeding off of each other with slight cues.  I was soft on him.  He was soft on me.

I want to introduce to you me new horse, of course.  I am so excited to do so I am writing before my typical Thursday article in a Sunday special.

Everyone, I would like you to meet the newest member to our family….

R Tom Cat

My trainer put my in touch with R TomCat’s owners.  I was given some incredible photos of him at the Thoroughbred Makeover in Kentucky, his medical history, and his impressive pedigree.

R TOM CAT

We talked back and forth and at first the family wasn’t certain how R Tom Cat would feel about living outdoors 24/7.  I was disheartened but understood.  I explained to them my situation having 3 thoroughbreds that live outdoors; two of which we older and had bad teeth.  They spoke with my trainer and theirs and got back to me within a week to invite me to meet their horse.

I told you a bit about our first meeting on Thursday’s article The Green Horseman’s Latest Quest.  It was during this first ride that many visions flooded in my brain. Visions of hunter paces with him. Visions of cross-country with him. Visions of possibly taking him to my very first show. Visions of riding him with a famous clinician at Equine Affaire. I honestly had so many goals for him and I wasn’t even sure what our future would be.

While my friend drove us away from the farm I emailed the family right away to tell them my interest in R Tom Cat.  I quietly held my excitement. Terrified to be let down by rejection or anything else that could have come up. I don’t like to get my hopes up. I was told there were other people interested in this horse. 

Of course, there were, Stephanie, how could there NOT be? 

I thought for sure I lost him already as it just seemed too good to be true and he was out of my league.  I have worked hard to get where I am and I have worked from the bottom up my entire life.  I wasn’t going to fool myself into thinking I could own such a well put together, young, well trained, sound, sane horse…not like this one…for my budget. He is quite possibly a unicorn.   Certainly, there must be some great home willing to take him and pay good money for him.

I did my best to explain my own history and experience level while sharing some photos of events that I have done so far. I really could not do much more but hope and pray.  I even asked my friends on Facebook to help send positive vibes my way.

I checked my email five times per day until about a week later I received an email from the owners.  I prepared myself for “we have another home that’s more suitable.”  I was recently sent a letter explaining that although I impressed the interviewers “there was a more qualified candidate” for my dream job.  I figured it was par for the course.

Instead I opened the email and read “After evaluating all of our options, we have decided that the home and care that you can provide for Tom Cat will be a good fit.”

I was chosen as the best home for this stunning horse!

The next step was the agreement.  I waited for the agreement wondering if there would be any dealbreakers.  At any moment I was ready for this opportunity to fall through. 

The agreement came and it was perfect. I signed it and we set a date for picking up my dream horse.

R Tom Cat came home Friday morning.  He loaded quietly.  Unloaded quietly.  He was alert and unsure.  We put him in his own paddock across the lane from the boys. He could see them but he couldn’t reach them.  Not yet.

He didn’t agree with that.  He paced a bit and wasn’t too interested in his lunch.  He picked at the alfalfa I had lain out. I spent some time with him and he enjoyed that time.  He followed me to the opposite corner of the paddock away from the other horses.  Already he and I were bonding.

I had a few outdoor projects to work on so I left the paddock and stayed within sight.  Continued to pace, showing no signs of stopping.

Finally I put Blade in the paddock with him.  He instantly became attached to Blade.

Being the saint he is, Blade quietly and patiently showed Tiger the ropes.  For once he wasn’t the one being clingy he was the one being clung to.  He was the teacher.  The leader.  He looked at me like, “mom, he keeps touching me!” but he never acted out.  He understood Tiger needed a big brother to help him adjust.

Everyone was quiet and happy by dinner.  Happily ate dinner and began their nightly hay.  I separate the horses to eat meals, but when they go back in together they are allowed to “wash the dished” and licked the buckets clean.  They did the dishes together side by side.

When I came out the next morning it was as if R Tom Cat had always been part of our family.  He accepted our morning routine of hoof picking during breakfast and a brushing.  He happily ate and nibbled his hay.  When it got sunny they happily went into their shade structure.

One thing doesn’t sit right with me though.

His name.

Of course I’ll keep it for shows, but it just doesn’t sound nice for daily dealings.  I don’t like Tom for a horse name, nor do I like Cat for a gelding.

This morning as I greeted everyone with breakfast I uttered the words “Good morning, Tiger.”

Without hesitation the words came out…and just like that we may have a new barn name for R Tom Cat.

Tiger.

…Easy, Tiger.

…He’s GRRRREAT!

…Tiger the TomCat

Tiger.

Welcome to the family, Tiger.  I am so excited for our future adventures.

Sunday Special: Announcing My New Horse! From the moment I got on this horse I felt a connection. I felt meaningful.  I felt a breath of fresh air and new goals that I had never before considered. 

[theskilledquill-blog]

Understudy

My first real attempt at something. I tried to keep this as realistic as possible but let’s be real, I’ve never been backstage of a Broadway show. This is working on the prompt list I reblogged that is on my blog. Please be gentle. 

Pairing: Lin x reader

Rating: PG

Words: 2135 (holy shit)

Prompt: “I’m not pretty, I look like an ugly, dirty rat.”

Who the fuck knew it rained in New York in February? When you relocated to the Big Apple eight months ago you imagined a snowy white wonderland during the month of February.

You could not have been more wrong.

Instead of fluffy snow coating your fire escape, you were ducking under trees and awnings because of course you also forgot your umbrella on your way out the door. Because who carries an umbrella around in February? Thankfully the Richard Rogers was only a few blocks from the subway exit that brought you from your apartment this afternoon.

When you finally arrived to the stage door, you were quickly allowed into the building with Bill, the much-loved door security laughing at you. “This is the first rain I’ve seen in February in my 25 years in this city.”

 “That does not make me feel any better, Bill. I didn’t anticipate this kind of downpour in February!” You shake the water from your clothes before launching into an ascent of the numerous staircases that lead to your dressing room.

 Walking down the hallway to the dressing room you share with the other ensemble members, you push the door open before plopping your backpack down into your normal seat. Digging into your backpack, you quickly produce a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt. Thankful for a two-show day, you start stripping off your soggy shirt. Unfortunately for you, the wet fabric clung to your face as you also forgot to take off your glasses in your haste.

 Struggling to pull the shirt over your head, you didn’t hear the door for the dressing room open up. When you finally extracted the shirt from your body, you gasp at the unexpected audience in the doorway.

 Standing in the doorframe was Lin. Lin: the guy who hired you eight months ago when you first arrived on his stage fresh out of college and desperately seeking employment. Much to your surprise, he pulled you right into the cast and you were soon the newest member of the HamFam. Lin: the guy you had been in love with for seven months and thirty days since your first day of rehearsals. Lin: the guy who also treated you like the little sister you never wanted to be.

 “Uh..uh.. hey Lin!” You squeak out. Coming to the realization that you were standing in front of your hopeless love interest in nothing but a thin beige bra that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, you quickly grab your flannel shirt to cover yourself up. In your haste you failed to notice Lin’s boring stare into your body or the small raise in his form-fitting pants.

 “Oh…uhm, hey there (F/N). You look nice today.” His hand raises to the back of his neck and he pulls on his hair that is for once loose from his signature Hamilton pony tail.

 “Pfftt. I’m not pretty. I look like a dirty, ugly rat. Correction: a drowned, dirty ugly rat.” You pull the flannel over your body and start buttoning the shirt figuring he’d already seen you half covered already and didn’t start anything, might as well get warmed up. “What’s up? Don’t see you at this end of the hall very much.”

 “Oh! Right, well, Pippa is out sick today. Seems the nasty day caught up with her and instead of pushing it, I told her to stay home and rest up. You’re up for Eliza today. Are you ready for the two-show day?”

 Being cast in Hamilton right out of college was a once in a lifetime opportunity and while you loved everyday of your job, you didn’t think you would ever have to go on for Pippa even if you were her understudy. You knew you were good you would never be Pippa.  

 “Are you sure? I…I’ve never gone on for her before and I’m still so new. I would love to be Eliza but am I ready? “ Panicking, you frantically searched his face for any hesitation with giving you today’s role.

 “Ready? You’re asking me if you’re ready? (F/N), there are few people I know who could be as good as an Eliza as you. If you really don’t think you’re ready, I’m sure we can pull someone else but I really think it’s your time to shine.” He walked over to you and wrapped his hands around your upper arms. Way to act more like a big brother, Lin. “I think you will shine today.”

 “Oh-okay. I’m ready.” Your voice shook but you started to steel your nerves and looked him in the eye. “I can do it.”

 “Excellent! Well… I’ll let you get um-changed and then meet costuming to see what might need to be adjusted before the first show.” His hands still around your arms, he lingered a beat too long before backing up slowly and then rushing out of the dressing room. Frowning at his retreating figure, you changed into your pants before trekking into costumes.

 After taking the seat in hair and make up, Jasmine bounced into the room to occupy the seat next to you. “I’m so excited! Well, not that Pippa is catching something but that you’re finally getting the change you deserve! Plus, you’ll finally be able to kiss Lin,” she dragged out the last syllable of her sentence before cutting her eyes at you.

 “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about, Jazz. Lin’s like an older brother to me, he doesn’t see me as anything more than a little sister. We’ll never be anything more.” Unbeknownst to you, Lin was waiting on the other side of the door to the hair and make up room walking to get into his costume for the first show, his face falling as your words reached the hallway.

 “Oh, come on (F/N)! You know you’re in love with him and if his behavior is anything to go off of, he feels the same way! You guys are always just bouncing around each other. Whenever we’re rehearsing or out for drinks, you two are always with each other but not touching. You guys seem to gravitate towards each other.” Her eyes falling shut as the hair artists pulls her hair into the signature Peggy pony tail.

With a sweeping finish, the hairdresser declared you ready for the stage and scooted you from the room to start on Renee’s hair. As she walked past you towards the chair, she pulled you into a tight hug. “(F/N), I’m so happy you’re finally going to be my sister today! And I’m sure someone else is really excited that you’re going to be their wife…” She released you with a wink as you continued out the door.

 Is what they’re saying true? Did Lin like you? You had always doubted it: he never tried to flirt with you despite numerous opportunities to do so, he was friendly to you but there had been ample opportunity to make a move. You two had basically been living in the same building for six months! Granted, he had offered on many occasions to walk you home, which you had declined because he lived in a different borough. His actions towards your best friend Jeremy had also been borderline possessive until he realized Jeremy was decidedly gay.

 You had basically chalked everything up to Lin knowing you were new to the city and just being over-protective of a new cast member. It didn’t seem to be strange for him to offer these things but looking back, even for the always willing to lend a hand Lin, these actions were overly nice.

 Shaking the thoughts from your head, you were laced into Eliza’s opening number dress. The ivory was something that you always admired even though it was the same color as your ensemble costume. Walking towards the stage, you stopped for a moment at Lin’s door and knocked softly.

 “Come in,” he called through the door. Pushing open the door, you stepped inside the messy space. Looking up, Lin’s eyes roamed over you. His mouth popping into a small “o,” for possibly the first time ever, he was at a loss for words. Okay, maybe this is kind of what Jazz meant. “(F/N), wow… (F/N). You look amazing. That dress was made for you.” His eyes finally reached your face, which was a brilliant shade of pink.

 “Well, I mean, technically is was made for Pippa. They only made a few adjustments for me.” You quickly laughed at your lame joke before the warning for five minutes until places rang through his dressing room. “Oh, well better head out. You still need to get into your coat.” Slipping out of his gaze, you headed into the noise of the crowd gathering for the opening number. Right before you were out of earshot though, you could hear Lin softly shout, “Break a leg!”

 As you entered the stage for the first time out of your normal ensemble costume, you moved through your paces during the opening number. When it arrived at the moment for you to hand Lin his bag, you brought the strap up to him before making eye contact. For those few seconds, you were absolutely stunned to see the intense expression on his face. This wasn’t his just normal “I’m a scrappy 19-year old act expression” this was something entirely different. As you continued walking to side stage, you tried to maintain your expression of confusion but most likely failed.

 Thankfully, the first act quickly progressed and it was already intermission. During the short break, you took notice of what Jazz had mentioned. Lin was there but he wasn’t. At all times, he was able to be within an arms reach but he never said anything. Just as quickly as the first, the second act was over as you mourned imaginary Ant being shot. As you circumvented the stage at the last few notes of the show, Lin looked at you with close to tears in his eyes before you stepped center stage.

 Exiting after the curtain call, everyone seemed to embrace you and offered you their congratulations. “You were absolutely amazing (F/N)! Just wonderful!” Lin exclaimed as he pulled you into a warm hug. For a brief moment you relaxed into his embrace before you both jumped back from each other. “Time for stage door! You coming?” He babbled before running out to the stage door.

 Shaking your head, you skip stage door, as no one out there would be super excited to see you. Moving through the hallways of the Richard Rogers, you’re stopped by numerous actors and backstage support congratulating you on your appearance. When you finally make it to the dressing room and step out of the constricting corset you’re able to breathe in a sigh of relief.

 With the dress pooling at your feet, you hear a slight gasp before jerking your head up to the source. There stands Lin, once more occupying the doorway to the dressing room. With no shirt to rescue you, you awkwardly stand with your arms crossing over your chest as your blush creeps down your body. “H-hey! What’s happening?” what’s happen? What is that (Y/N)

 “Hey,” he stammers out “they were asking for you at the door. I told them I would mention it to you so you’d know for the second show of the day.” You can’t quite decipher the look on his face and his eyes dart from your face to your body to the floor and then around the room. Finally his eyes reach your face, his cheeks bright red. “So…yeah, yeah I told you so I wanted to just let you know and I’ll see you later.” He runs out of the door and heads back to the hall.

 Thinking fast, you shout “Hey Lin!” In the time you can grab your shirt from earlier, he quickly re-enters the doorway.

 “Yeah, (Y/N)?” His blush is still present on his cheeks as well but at least this time he can look you in the eyes.

 “When are you finally going to get around to kissing me?” With a hand on your hip, you try to put forth more confidence than you had in the forward question.

 “Oh…well, uhm…” he stutters out an answer before a look of determination takes over his features. In a few strides, he’s in front of you, trying to avoid stepping on the Eliza costume. Taking your face in his hands, his eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes before you give him a little smirk. With no more waiting, he brings his face towards yours as you melt into each other.

Through the haze of the magic that is kissing Lin you can faintly hear Jazz in the background shouting “I knew it!”