#i had so much fun writing this one omg

[according2thelore]

Omg I'm loving all the ES /LS!Winchester dynamic!!!! Would you guys consider compiling and posting the drabbles on A03?

Also, ES!Dean being so turned on by with LS!Sam is so hot and hilarious 🤣🤣🤣

But it's got me thinking, what if ES!Sam comes to Dean for some tips on Dean's preferences/favourite positions?

ES!Sam would cringe/blush so hard while asking but the poor collage boy couldn't top ES!Dean's years of experience hoeing around all 50 states 🤣🤣😭

Also, how would ES!Sam react to finding out about Benny? (Whether as a "brother" or if there was a romantic past)

hi!

i've made a lil masterlist over here, but i've actually never considered putting them on ao3! i'd feel a lil bad if i clogged up the wincest tag whenever i update it, since i do it weekly/biweekly. would that be something y'all are interested in? i can't tell if i'm overthinking it?

i put a poll underneath the cut--let me know what y'all think!

as for your ideas--AAH!!!!!!! also written below the cut!

ES!Sam is practically vibrating as he stalks over to LS!Dean in the garage, but loses all nerve as soon as dean actually looks up and sees him standing there. he tries to lean against one of the work stations and misses.

"so. uh. sleeping? with you? how does that work?"

and LS!Dean kinda hits him with the

because uh...what are we about to do? and remind me how i'm supposed to answer in the negative again?

and when ES!Sam sputters through an explanation, getting more and more angry as he keeps going because there is little to NOTHING ES!Sam hates more than feeling stupid or being condescended to, finally spits out,

"what do you like?! sexually?"

LS!Dean is now sweating bc "that does not clarify a single thing, actually."

ES!Sam throws a towel at him, which LS!Dean sportingly lets hit him.

"you! 2006 you! if you were to--uh--have sex. with me? what do you like?"

and LS!Dean is still kind of agog because oh my god??? he himself is already pitching the beginnings of a tent over here and ES!Sam is still blushing and keeps looking in dean's eyes in shifts, looking up at his hairline and then back down to his eyes like he has to take eye contact in doses.

"sexually." sam says again, and if he says it one more time, dean's pretty sure he's going to have to suck his dick right here, right now. he's pretty sure. "i think you...ah, have more experience than me at this point. so. who knows what you'd like better than...you?"

LS!Dean moves his roll-cart of tools in front of him, because this is like every dirty fantasy he's had about sam since he was fifteen. shyly coming up, blushing and hiding under bangs and asking big brother how to have sex, asking big brother how to make it good for him.

when LS!Dean's tongue gets unstuck from the roof of his mouth, he has to clear his throat a few times. almost a hilarious number of times, really. his voice still cracks.

"well. um. sammy. sam." he corrects quickly, hedging a look up at him, "i've gotta tell you. you could probably throw up on his dick and he'd probably come like a teenager."

ES!Sam recoils.

"you want me to throw up on your dick??" he says--really fucking loud--and LS!Dean ducks like someone's taking shots.

"NO! what? what the fuck, kid? no!" LS!Dean looks around, but no one sticks their head in. "it's a metaphor!"

"what is metaphorical about me throwing up on your dick?" ES!Sam looks a little green, like he might do it whether dean wants him to or not.

"i'm saying--" LS!Dean says pointedly, "that i've been so gone for you since you were practically born. you could be the categorically worst lay in the entire world and i'll react like i bagged angelina jolie."

ES!Sam's ears flush pink.

"oh." he says, soft. LS!Dean shifts on his feet, awkward, as sam looks up at him from underneath his bangs, even though the damn kid still towers over him a few inches.

dean sighs.

"he's probably gonna want missionary. he's a sap." he grumbles. "moan his name a few times and do that thing the chick from boston taught you with your tongue. ann or something."

ES!Sam jolts, "how do you know about--"

LS!Dean raises an eyebrow, and sam tapers off into an awkward, understanding nod.

"yeah. drives me crazy." dean confirms. "let him take care of you. he'll have a fucking coronary."

the embarrassed avoidance in ES!Sam's gaze disappears, and a determined glint shines in his eye. for a second, dean thinks he might whip out a pen and paper and start taking notes.

"you have my blessing." LS!Dean says with a show of grandiose magnanimity, and ES!Sam snorts. "i'm like sex yoda right now. kinda scary. can you wear me like a backpack real quick?"

ES!Sam turns on his heel so dean can't see his smile, and dean chalks that one up as a victory.

"hyperbole." ES!Sam calls as he walks away.

"gesundheit!" dean calls after him, and sam turns around, cocky little smile and raised eyebrow and dean feels like he's twenty-six again.

"it wasn't a metaphor. 'throwing up on your dick.' it was hyperbole." he says, but his eye roll is undercut by a grin so wide it splits dean right down the middle.

as for ES!Sam finding about benny...oh lord...

this little buddy is not cool about it. considering the fact that he doesn't even know vampires are still around yet, he is GOBSMACKED by the fact dean was fucking friends with one. purgatory is a whole other can of worms.

he's kind of mad at LS!Sam for a second, because what do you mean we didn't look for him? until LS!Sam turns and looks at him with the deadest look in his eyes and says 'i thought dean was dead' and yeah. okay. he wasn't in his right mind. even the thought makes sam a few seconds away from throwing up, so sam is NOT holding his older self accountable for anything that happened during that time.

but the think that gets him right in the fucking panic alarm is "brother." benny has been more like a brother to me than you have ever been would send ES!Sam to a fucking hospital.

at this point, sam has literally never NOT been dean's 100% specialest little guy, and ES!Dean still gives him amazed little looks even a year after they reunited like he still can't believe his luck. considering S8 sam almost killed himself because he was literally trying to purge his own weakness and--significantly--that includes his "betrayal" of dean, to make himself worthy of his brotherhood again, ES!Sam is passed out on the ground.

he's jealous, of course, but mostly he's gutted. he's so incredibly insecure, and this makes him angry and mean, because--remember--LS!Dean doesn't wear the amulet anymore. and he calls other people brother. who is sam if not dean's little brother? that has always been his first identifier, even to himself, even when he's resented it. he stands a little too close to ES!Dean/LS!Dean for a few weeks, seeking praise like a child.

this was really fun to write, anon, thank you so much for sending it in!!!! <3 kissing you on both cheeks mwah mwah!!!! <3

-lizzy

[ES/LS verse masterlist here]

[hoshiina]

pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader (no prns)

request: i wanted to request something of hyoga with a s/o that's reserved just like him, and that even though they were always together, everyone assumed that they were just close friends and nothing more. however it turns out they're married! and everyone is surprised by this; especially moz and homura who thought they knew hyoga to an extent at least lol

warnings: hyoga is very sweet, that's truly about it he's just insanely sweet.

wc: 1100

The two of you were deeply in love. You knew he loved you and he knew you loved him back— and that was enough for both of you. After all these years, there was of course still lots to talk about, but hardly a need to talk about anything. As long as you were together, you couldn’t ask for any more. You had originally met each other at the same dojo, so often people found you training together and naturally as you did things together, you were close to similar people.

The two of you did share a living space and sleep together so while originally you assumed people would catch on that you were a couple rather quickly, considering the lack of affection you display in public the two of you soon realized they probably thought you were just roommates. However, there wasn’t a true need to bring it up all of a sudden, not to mention it would be slightly awkward after all this time— so you figured you’d just wait until someone asked.

Now, behind closed doors he would kiss you first thing in the morning and you would tell him you loved him before you slept each night and there was no doubt that the two of you were terribly in love. And that was perfectly fine.

Yet, if there was one thing that saddened you from time to time, it would be the missing ring on your left hand. 

Hyoga wasn’t one to wear his ring often, all the way back from 3700 years ago, but you were. You had it on all the time— to the point where you could hardly get it off your finger. Although you loved that it showed you were his and he was yours, you truly just loved the way it made you feel safe. It was nothing extravagant, and you asked for it that way. You wanted something that you could keep on while training, that wouldn’t get in the way, so it was just a band with a small diamond engraved in it. To many it truly wasn’t much, but to you, it meant absolutely the world. To you, that little ring made you feel like Hyoga was with you wherever you went and in danger, he would come flying. You absolutely trusted he still would, but your hand did feel empty without the ring.

It was as if he read your mind. It was early in the morning when the two of you were taking a break while training alone. He carefully took off his gloves and took your left hand and the gentle touch made your heart flutter.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

He didn’t reply, but he took out a ring and slipped it right onto your ring finger. It was just a band, no diamond, no gem. Just a band that was exactly the size of your left-hand ring finger.

“Sorry it’s nothing more,” Hyoga said softly, then laughed a little. The look on his face was soft and gentle, one that he would only show you. “Perhaps this is worse than it was without.”

You were in love with him, you had always been and yet you had fallen all over again. He was the one for you and he will always be.

“No, I absolutely adore it!” you said, immediately pulling your hand back just in case he took it away. He chuckled again and you slowly brought your hand back out to look at it on your hand. You loved it so much you couldn’t have the words to express it. The largest diamond in the world couldn’t possibly compare to this simple hoop of metal on your ring finger. “How… did you?”

“I asked Senkuu and Kaseki helped make it,” he said. “It was a slight hassle trying to get your ring size again.”

“When did you get it? While I was asleep?” you asked, absolutely impressed.

“Yes,” he said. “I was afraid to wake you up a couple of times. Also it didn’t help that you sleep on your side a lot.”

“Okay, but aren’t you going to tell?” Senkuu suddenly said.

“Tell what?” you asked, ignoring the fact that you didn’t know he was listening in.

“No.” Hyoga said firmly, purely out of embarrassment.

“He made the ring himself,” Senkuu said. “Late at night, after you were asleep, for multiple nights he was working on it.”

Your head spun back to look at him. “No way,” you said.

In all of your years of being married, you had not seen him look so flustered ever.

“He got it perfect in a few tries though. Considering the tools we have to work with that itself was an insane feat,” Senkuu said, and started walking away. “Okay, sorry to bother, I’ll leave you be.”

“I love you so much,” you said to Hyoga, looking directly into his eyes.

“It’s just a piece of metal really, so I thought it’d make me feel a little more part of it if I made it,” he said, avoiding eye contact.

“Why weren’t you going to tell me?” you asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” he said. “Also, it was just for my self-satisfaction… it doesn’t change the fact that it’s just a band.”

You didn’t even bother to reply because you knew that he knew you didn’t think that for a second. You knew that he knew that made you love the ring a million times more now. Perhaps that was why— perhaps he felt bad if that made you feel like you had to keep it on. How terribly silly— he could have found it on the ground some random day and you would still have it on for the rest of your life if he had given it to you.

“Thank you,” you said, giving him a kiss. “I’ll protect it with my life.”

“Please do not,” he said, returning the kiss. “It’s supposed to protect you.”

BONUS

From that moment on, you realized you did want people to know you were married to him after all. You were so insanely proud to have him as your husband, not to mention you didn’t need anyone else falling for him either. He was in love with you, he would spend nights making a ring for you— not anyone else.

So later that day when you were having a meal with Homura and Moz, you made sure to flaunt your brand new ring, surprising them both.

Hyoga stayed silent, but it was obvious he was your partner.

Today, it was absolutely obvious that the two of you were in love.

[thefirstimagifabricator]

fucked around in the Freeform app on my phone

here’s a kdj bc he never leaves my mind

[lovesoakedd]

went to my first queer event (other than dyke and pride march) in like... two years? and it was SO good oh my god. it was basically a carabiner event when you could make keychains and such. and as soon as I got there, I spotted another girl who was alone, and once we realized we both came by ourselves, we sat together and yapped for the entire event :""") and we agreed to go to future events together EEEEKKKK

[chenyuvale]

Here you go

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i cannot formulate words very well to express to you how much i absolutely adore this wudhehdhebd

i just wanna print it out to stare at it on my door or something

[skitskatdacat63]

This is my personal crossover event of the century

[eddiemunsonsmum]

Just saw this comment on a story posted a month ago.

*cries in Eddie Munson Solo Series no one wanted to read, interact with or request for*

No shade to the person that commented this on their own fic if you recognize it. It's not their fault. I'm not mad at them. More crying in the tags.

[good-beanswrites]

Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.” 

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile. 

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?” 

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

---

After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible. 

[too-young-to-fall-in-love]

Bad Romance

[supermarine-silvally]

💜 Yara

Thank you very much for the prompt, dear Anon!! <3 I hope you enjoy it!

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss

This fucking Marine would not leave her alone. 

“And so there I was, surrounded by forty of the nastiest, ugliest pirates in all of the South Blue! They were pointing their weapons at me, creeping closer and yelling curses far too crude to repeat in front of a lady. Bunch of disgusting savages.” The man took a swig of alcohol, pounding his mug against the counter.

Yara’s teeth gritted, staring down at the bottom of her glass as if it had gold in it. If it wasn’t for this ridiculously overpriced beverage-- some kind of pomegranate-flavoured thing that didn’t taste half as good as it looked on the menu board-- she would’ve been out of this shithole bar ages ago. 

It was the first day that the Moby Dick had made shore in almost a month, and she had somehow managed to spend far too long of it stuck next to this loser who had just spent the last hour bragging about his impending promotion to Captain of the 453rd Branch or whatever. The shit-eating smirk on his face told her that women were usually fawning over him by this point, and the fact that she wasn’t apparently meant that she needed a little more persuading. 

The Marine leaned closer to her, his breath reeking of cheap liquor. “So you know what I did next?”

“I couldn’t care le--”

“I grabbed hold of the steering wheel and swung the ship around! The bastards were so surprised, they didn’t even have time to grab hold of anything, so they all ended up tumbling into the ocean!!” He roared with laughter. “Can you believe that? See, the thing about pirates is that they’re all so hopelessly stupid.”

“Are they now?” Yara said flatly. She was increasingly tempted to push the edge of her dress back, fully revealing the tattoo that adorned her left leg. The only reason why she hadn’t so far was because she was loath to make the man think she was trying to entice him. 

“You better believe it, sweetcheeks.” He winked. “And if you want my opinion, Gold Roger was the stupidest one of all. Some ‘King of the Pirates’ he was. I heard there wasn’t even much of a fight to bring the brute down.” Swallowing another gulp of his beverage, he turned to face her. “Now, enough about me. What’s a pretty little gal like you doing all alone in this part of town?”

“Who said she was alone?” a familiar voice spoke from behind them. 

Yara’s heart leapt, a small smile creeping onto her lips as she finally glanced up from her half-empty glass. 

Ace flashed the both of them one of his usual cocky grins before draping an arm over Yara’s shoulders. “There you are. I was looking everywhere for you.”

The Marine’s expression soured. He shuffled closer to Yara, his tone dropping. “What do you say we get out of here? A man of my rank can get a room at any hotel you fancy.”

Ace tsked. “Whispering isn’t polite, y’know. And there’s a big problem with your plan.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

A devilish grin spread across the young pirate’s face. He withdrew his arm and reached forwards, fingers brushing gently under Yara’s jaw as he tilted her chin up ever so slightly. “She’s mine.” 

Without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned in, his lips colliding with hers. Yara’s eyes widened, surprised by the sudden burst of affection, but they quickly fluttered shut. Ace’s hands had found her waist, pulling her in closer, the taste of pomegranate lingering between them as he deepened the kiss. Finally, he pulled away with a gentle nip to her bottom lip, leaving her breathless. Keeping one arm wrapped firmly around her midsection, he shot the Marine the most satisfied smirk Yara had ever seen.

The man’s lip curled as he slid off the bar stool and took a step towards Ace, trying to look menacing. “Oh, yeah? Who do you think you--” He stopped, his eyes landing on the ASCE tattoo on Ace’s arm. All the colour instantly drained from his face. “W-Wait a minute… I know you… You’re… You’re Fire Fist!!”

Ace tipped his hat at him. “That I am. Pleasure to meet ya.”

“But… that means…” His gaze slowly shifted over to Yara, finally noticing the tattoo poking out from under the hem of her dress. He gulped. “H-Hellcat Yara… It’s-- It’s the Whitebeard Pirates!!”

“And you say we’re the stupid ones,” Yara said disdainfully, watching as the man’s shaking hand reached for the sword strapped to his belt. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

His hand stilled for a second before grabbing the sword and whipping it out. “I’ll… I’ll capture you both! You have a combined bounty of almost one billion Berry, right?! I’ll be rich-- and a hero!!”

Ace and Yara looked at each other, then back at the quivering Marine. Yara let out a sigh, lifting up her glass.

Thunk!!

Before the man could move, she brought it down over his head. He slumped over, his sword clattering to the ground. The rest of the pomegranate-flavoured beverage splashed from the glass, dripping down his blank face.

“Wow.” Ace looked impressed. “That’s one way to solve it.”

Yara shrugged. “I’ve been wanting to do that for over an hour now. Besides, his flirting game sucked anyways.” She placed the glass down on the bar’s counter, sliding it over to the bartender who had apparently seen enough brawls to be completely unbothered by the situation. 

Side by side, the two young pirates left the bar, stepping out onto the sunny street. 

Ace’s stomach growled as they walked, making him chuckle. “All that excitement and I’m completely famished. Now whaddaya say I take you out for dinner? My treat.”

She laughed. “You say ‘treat’ as if you haven’t skipped the bill on every single date you’ve ever taken me on.” 

“That’s true,” he conceded, grinning sheepishly.

 Yara looped her arm around his, twining their fingers together. “I would love dinner. And to spend time with you as long as you’ll have me.”

Ace pretended to ponder it. “Well, if that’s the case, then… How about forever?”

Smiling, she leaned down and pressed a kiss against the crossed-out ‘S’ of his tattoo. “Forever sounds nice.”

tagging: @auxiliarydetective @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene

[joshdiaz]

take a peak into the phone of maisie hassan, lead singer of the experimental band boys club. she loves her friends, but as her instagram followers are starting to notice, the only thing she likes to hold these days is a grudge.

i’m a heartbreaker! / ain’t that what you said, i’m such a faker! / greedy and needy and a taker / easier to leave her than to take her / heartbreaker! / you’re a heartbreaker! / should’ve listened when my mama said you're just a faker / greedy and needy and a taker / easier to leave ‘im than to take ‘im / heartbreakin’!

oc for @infamous-if!

[catonatrain]

lets build some memories today and tomorrow too

momoi & midorima | rated g | word count: 1776 | where momoi and midorima go on a shopping trip together

for @mason-ajar for the 2024 @knbexchange !! prompt: character a and character b pick out outfits for eachother

i was super excited to see that we've been paired up for the exchange !! i haven't been able to write in a long while, but seeing your prompts gave me the inspiration needed to to write about a friendship that is just so important... and so here they are!!

read on ao3!!

Momoi was lying on her bed, mindlessly reading a sports magazine until her phone rang. It was too early in the morning for Aomine to be calling her. Maybe it was Kise? 

“Hello?” She held her phone in between her head and shoulders.

“Momoi.” To her surprise, it was Midorima. “There is something I would like to talk to you about.”

“Midorin!” Momoi practically sang. She immediately sat up, abandoning the magazine. “You rarely call first! What is it? Oh, let me guess! Do you need a lucky item? Or are you having boy troubles?”

“No, I am not having, as you say, ‘boy troubles.’” There was a pause. Momoi figured it was Midorima pushing his glasses up. “I also have acquired my lucky item for the day. I need your assistance. Could you accompany me on a shopping trip?”

Momoi felt her already wide smile go even wider. “Of course, I’ll go with you!” She loved being invited to things– be it eating lunches at Maji Burger or coordinating streetball lessons for the local kids. Usually, she was the one doing the coordinating– which, for the record, wasn’t something she minded! But it was nice having the invitation go the other way every once in a while. Especially from Midorima! 

People may think he was someone who wanted to be uninvolved, but it was not true! When luck permitted, he always came to different events like the team’s after practice ice cream trips. Sometimes he needed just a bit of nudging, nowadays in the form of Takao, but regardless, he didn’t often initiate events with her. She’d noticed that lucky item shopping is usually his excuse to hang out with others, but he already got his lucky item of the day. 

She wondered if anyone else was coming. Takao or Kise maybe? She couldn’t help but ask. “Are we going with anyone else? Takao-kun? Or Ki-chan?”

“No, it would just be the two of us, if that would be alright with you.” There was a pause. “I understand that it may be… unusual for it to be just us, but you were the friend that I deemed would be able to help me best.”

“Aww Midorin, that’s so sweet of you!” She could imagine him blushing at the compliment. “Send me the details over email, and I’ll be there in an hour!”

Momoi saw Midorima standing on the outside of the clothing store. He wore a simple dark blue t-shirt and beige pants. He tightly held onto a giant penguin plush. When his eyes met with Momoi’s, his grip loosened. 

She ran up to him, stopped right before him, and started bouncing on her feet. “So? What’s the occasion? What are we shopping for?”

“I… would like your help in choosing an outfit.” He turned his head to avoid eye contact. Momoi knew what that meant.

“So you were having boy troubles!” After everything that’s happened in the past few months, it’s been getting easier and easier to read Midorima and this was no exception. She will admit, however, that she hadn’t quite figured out who’d captured Midorima’s affection. Most people would say it was Takao who held the title as “The Boy Midorima Likes,” but Momoi had a theory she had been brewing up. It was still a work in progress, but her “Kagami Taiga: The Boy Who Has Captured Everyone’s Heart” thesis had a lot of evidence. Momoi would simply have to take into account both possibilities today.

“That would… that would imply that I am struggling, which I assure you is not the case,” Midorima’s face flushed and his voice was louder than usual. Momoi couldn’t help but laugh.

“But you’re not denying that this is a boy-related problem!” She winked. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Midorin! I understand completely! Whenever I’m with the person I like, I always want to look my best. I won’t ask who it is, but I’ll give it my all in helping you out!”

“I… appreciate it…” 

“You’ll definitely capture his heart, Midorin!” She began urging him into the clothes store. “Let’s go!”

“I think this outfit will be the one, Midorin!” Momoi held up a green sweater with an argyle pattern. “It’ll go great with your eyes!”

Midorima took the sweater to examine it. 

“Besides the color being the same as my eyes, is there anything else to take note of?”

Momoi giggled. Midorima’s questions reminded her of a time in middle school where Midorima asked about her notes and note taking strategies. He was always serious in his studies, and this was no exception. “You want to pick clothes that fit well and that you’re comfortable wearing! Make sure that colors and patterns don’t clash. Like two very bright colors! It can work, but I’m not too sure if that’s what you want to go with.” 

Throughout her speech, she could see Midorima nodding and paying very close attention to her words. “So for the pants, should I go with one of the darker ones?” 

“Yes! Let me choose…” Momoi looked around, surveying each pair of pants until she found one she thought to be suitable. “I think those black pants should work! Check to see if they fit!”

“Thank you.” He gently placed his giant penguin plush down and grabbed the pair from Momoi. “I truly do appreciate the time you’ve taken out of your day to help me with this.” The tips of his ears were red. She found it quite cute, but chose not to comment.

“Of course, Midorin!” Momoi beamed at him. “I’m honored you asked me to help you out with this! I’ll be cheering you on!”

His blush spread to his face. He managed to mutter a thank you before shuffling off to try on the outfit. She sat down to wait for Midorima. Would this be a one time thing? While it was the first time that it’s been just the two of them, Momoi found that she quite enjoyed the experience. With just the two of them, the energy wasn’t as face paced, which Momoi appreciated. Sometimes, she needed the break from the constant running around of her daily life. And not only that, but Midorima had definitely changed. It was easier to understand him now. 

When Midorima walked out, she saw some people began to sneak glances at her friend. Unfortunately for the interested party, his heart had been taken by someone else. She bounced on over and eye’d her friend at all sorts of angles. Midorima stiffened at the attention, not knowing what to do.

Momoi laughed. “It’s fine Midorin! You look great!” She gave him a thumbs up. 

At that, Midorima sighed, finally letting the tension escape. “That endeavor was just as difficult as I imagined it to be.” He pushed his glasses up. “Thank you Momoi for making this trip much easier. Your knowledge was crucial and your guidance saved me a lot of frustration. Is there any way to repay you?”

Momoi thought about it and couldn’t think of anything she needed at the moment. Just spending time with a friend was already a gift in itself. But she knew that he wouldn’t take that as an answer. She placed a finger on her chin as she thought of her options. 

“I want you to pick an outfit for me!”

“I beg your pardon?” Momoi could see the gears running in Midorima’s head. “Do you not already have suitable clothes?”

“I want to test what you’ve learned! Let’s see if you can make an outfit for me.”

“I’m not sure if–”

“C’mon Midorin! I know you can do it! You’re not one to back away from a challenge are you?” With that, Momoi knew she won. 

“Give me ten minutes.” Midorima rushed towards the center of the score, scanning all around to find an outfit that would look well on her. She couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that his penguin plush was tucked between Midorima’s arms. 

“A brown plaid skirt, a white blouse without any patterns, and a light brown sweater that clashes with neither of these colors.” Midorima used his penguin to hold onto the clothes, as its flippers served the clothes like how there’s a waiter serving food at a restaurant. “Is this a suitable outfit?”

“There’s only one way to find out!” It was her turn to try on something new. She came out with a little twirl, “Well, Midorin? I have my thoughts, but let’s check your sense of fashion. What do you think?”

Midorima wasted no time. “For the skirt and jacket, I was hesitant at first since you chose a sweater that specifically matched the colors of my eyes, but the neutral colors appear to coordinate well. I also ensured that the blouse had no patterns. I do believe that it fits the criteria.”

She saw a slight hint of a smile. Was he proud? She hoped so, as she truly did love the outfit that Midorima chose. “But do you think I look cute? Do you think I can capture the hearts of anyone I set my eyes on?”

“You… you asked me for my thoughts and I believe I answered appropriately. Was I incorrect in this assessment?”

“I’m just messing with you Midorin!” She saw the hint of exasperation on Midorima’s face and so she finally relented. “It’s such a cute outfit! I’m impressed!”

“Hmph.” He turned away and began walking towards the cash register. “In that case, let’s go.”

Momoi followed along happily.

Outside of the store, Midorima said, “Thank you again. I found myself enjoying our time together.” There was a pause as he ruminated on what to say next. “I hope we can do this again. I’ve been told it would be beneficial to be the one to reach out more, so I will try to do just that.”

Momoi felt a tinge of tears begin to form, but she willed them away. To think only a year ago, she was wishing for a time where everyone could smile together again. So much had changed, and she hoped  that it would continue to do so. 

“And thank you Midorin,” She gave her friend a very wide smile. “Let’s definitely do this again. But before you leave, you definitely have to tell me about who you like! Come on! Tell me! Tell me!”

Midorima’s cheeks reddened as he tried to back away, but he realized fairly quickly that this was a battle he would not win. “Fine. But let’s do it somewhere else.”

“Of course, Midorin,” she said as she walked with her friend towards their next destination.

notes:

i couldn't decide if i wanted to have hints of midotaka or hints of midokaga bc i like both ships a lot! i ended up just keeping it vague on both ends, so YOU, the reader, can decide who The Boy Midorima Likes is :)

outfits are based on some merchandise art and official art! midorima's outfit is this:

momoi's outfit is this:

[arecaceae175]

trick or treat! :D

(First part) (<- Previous Part) (Also, AO3 link!)

Everyone was gathered around Time and Malon’s long dining table. Even with the table extension, it barely fit the ten of them, but it was enough. 

Before they called the others in, Wild and Malon took great pride in setting up the feast on the table. They had a whole roast cucco, two bowls of pumpkin soup—one of Twilight’s recipe and one of Sky’s—, focaccia bread handmade by Wild, corn, three large platters of devilled eggs, roast and mashed potatoes, steamed pears, and vegetable curry. On a separate table, since they couldn’t quite fit, sat three pies and bowls for the ice cream waiting in the freezer. For drinks, they could choose from water, milk, tea, or Malon’s special Concoction, as she called it. The underage heroes were not allowed to try the Concoction. 

The other heroes entered the room with wide eyes and blinding smiles. Every dish would be passed around, but they still all chose seats in front of their favorite food. Sky and Twilight immediately placed themselves in front of their respective soups. Legend went for the steamed pears. Hyrule switched the platters for the corn and the mashed potatoes so that both potatoes were directly in front of him.

Time sat in front of the devilled eggs with a large glass of milk. Malon sat beside him and put a hand on his arm with a smile. “You’re going to regret that.”

“Let me have this.”

Malon raised her hands in surrender with a smile. “Don’t come crying to me when you remember you’re lactose-intolerant.”

Time leaned over to kiss her temple, then dug into the devilled eggs.

Warriors eagerly sat in front of the bread, and Wild in front of the cucco. Wind and Four looked conflicted, gazing hungrily at the entire table. Eventually, Wind decided to sit in front of the curry and Four took the last seat.

As they started to gather food on their plates, Time stood up and cleared his throat. The chatter calmed down as everyone turned to listen to him.

“I had a… strange upbringing. Family was a foreign concept. Now, after meeting all of you…” Time trailed off, placing one hand on Malon’s shoulder and squeezing. Malon kissed his hand and covered it with her own, leaning into the touch. “I understand how important family is. I love all of you.”

Smiles turned teary all around the table. Legend was the first to break the silence, letting out a wet laugh and rubbing his eyes. “I love all of you little shits, too. Now can we please eat?”

The emotional tension broke, and everyone laughed quietly. 

“I just have one more thing to say. In the spirit of spooky season… the moon.”

A pause. Time sat down and started to eat. 

“Is that it?” Sky asked.  “Just ‘the moon’?”

Time nodded and smiled around a mouthful of devilled eggs. Twilight started to laugh hesitantly, then the others joined in and it grew until it roared. 

“That was not your best line, old man,” Warriors said.

Time pointed his fork at Warriors. “The moon is scary!”

“If you want to be scary, you have to tell a story!” Wind said. 

“Let me guess, You want to show us how it’s done?” Legend asked, elbowing Wind playfully. 

“If you insist!” Wind slammed both hands down on the table and leaned forward. “It was a dark and stormy night. The light of the mood was lost behind the clouds.”

They ate until they were full, and then ate more dessert until they were stuffed. They told stories and laughed late into the night. When the heroes finally drifted off to sleep, it was full hearts and happy souls, with their family safe under one roof.

[asmodeusamaryllis]

Idk if I'm the biggest fan of using the trope 'no man can harm me! Alas I'm a woman ;)' being done vice versa so u can have a male protag n potentially show up all the women characters but I trust nishi that that won't happen 🤞

[rahonn]

Remember me (1/2)

Eustass Kid x GN!Reader (third person POV)

Warning! Heavy Angst / Graphic Description of Corpses / Medical Procedures / Hurt No Comfort / wound fetish / Blood Fetish / Injury Fetish / Blood and Gore / Murder / Blood / Violence / Sexual Violence / Domestic Violence / blood and guts and stuff / there's also a penis / Not Suitable/Safe For Work / Dead People / Corpses / Torture / Blood and Torture / Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

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Heavy footsteps echoed through empty, white hallway. Quick, hurried steps stopped as the man struggled to breathe, looking at huge metal door. Stomach content still burned his throat, he felt bile riding again, but forcefully pushed it down, swallowing hard. His reputation would be flushed down the drain if he dared to vomit here. Doing it near the scene of a crime wasn’t that big of a problem, he could easily explain it, but not here. Especially not when he was about to face his nemesis.

He put hand up, palm pressed against cold steel door. Without even knocking, he pushed it and took a step inside. Cold grey eyes looked up at him from darkness, shining slightly behind round glasses. Swallowing hard, he pushed his chest out. He was the one with sheriff’s title, not this wild thing hiding behind the desk, under long white coat, like a wolf in sheep’s skin. But even if he knew that, it took a lot of mental strength for him to just part his chapped lips. “We have another body. It’ll be here in two hours.” His voice unnecessarily loud made the thing frown. He waited for usual snarky remark about his incompetence, because he did fuck up catching the perp last time, but nothing came. The thing sighed, put its freakish looking, tattooed hands on the desk. Chair scraped painfully against cold concrete floor as the thing stood up. He felt shivers competing with cold sweat running down his back as the thing stretched a bit, cracking its joints and yawning.

“You have photos this time, right?” there it was, the tone he loathed. He always felt like a child talking with this freak of nature. Like he had to know that it would want to see photos of a crime scene. As if it couldn’t just go and work with its colleagues on the site.

“Yes, I mailed them to you” his voice got quieter as he noticed the thing moving towards him with unsettling smile, excited twinkle in its eyes. He remembered suddenly why exactly they didn’t want it to go into the field where dogs with cameras waited patiently for any crumb of sensation. And this deranged look on coroner’s face was exactly what they needed.

“Let me guess, you also called up Trafalgar, hm?”

He nodded, regretting deeply not sending any of newbies to deliver the news. The thing smiled even wider, two silver dots on either side of its mouth glinted in dim light and he shuddered again. Why did it have to come so close to him? He could almost hear all loose screws rattling around in its brain.

“Tell him to come here too. I’d love to catch up. We haven’t seen each other in years.”

He muttered something, he didn’t really remember what, anything to respond to it and he was already back in the hallway, speedwalking away from that damned place. Why? Why did it have to choose this particular town where he was sheriff? He didn’t notice his own legs working faster, his body feeling imminent disaster coming. As soon as he fell out through main entrance, cold January air hit him, millions of tiny needles stabbing his sweaty skin. Panting heavily, he wobbled down the path to his patrol car, but his stomach couldn’t handle all of the stress. He lost this battle too, muscles contracting violently to bend him down so he could vomit in the bushes with the force of thousand suns.

Trafalgar sighed, wanting nothing more than to just go back home. This wasn’t quit and easy job asshole of a sheriff promised, but once he got into the suit and actually saw the crime scene, he couldn’t refuse. He knew they had to act fast to not let clues get buried under fresh layer of snow. They didn’t really have a choice, it was either him or- Another heavy sigh escaped his lips. Warm, moist air clung on the inside of surgical mask.

“We’re done here!” he heard Penguin call somewhere behind him. With a grunt and audibly hearing his knees crack, he got up, plastic disposable suit rustling quietly. Last piece of material he could find in this damn snow laid safe in small string bag, packed away in much bigger, heavier evidence bag. If the snow was white, he wouldn’t have so much problems. Unfortunately, the ground was red all over.

He didn’t take the news good, Trafalgar really wanted to go back home with his husband. Instead, he marched down the hallway of partially closed hospital to meet his rival from college. His former best friend that introduced him to Bepo in the first place two years before disappearing from the face of this Earth. Now, after almost ten years after they graduated, he’d see human he once knew. Human that everyone referred to by ‘it’, never by name. At first it infuriated him. How dare they all reduce his best friend to an object? But they explained that no, god no, they weren’t treating it like an object.

“It’s a monster” they whispered, looking around as if mere mentioning it would spawn it into existence.

Law saw dim light seeping from under solid metal door and stopped. Something was not right. Body should be in there, already on the table, ready to be analyzed for any possible trace of perpetrator’s DNA. Lights should be turned on to full brightness.

As soon as he pushed the door, the confusion only grew. Body indeed laid on the table. Doctor indeed worked on it. But the singular source of light, lamp similar what you’d find in dentist office, was positioned to shine only on one spot where coroner worked, meticulously taking sample after sample. “Hey” he spoke up, ready for bubbly personality to take over, to feel breath being forced out of his lungs by impact when he’d inevitably would be crushed in a hug. But doctor only straightened back and looked at him. Due to mask covering lower half of the face, he couldn’t see if there was any smile at all. Because the eyes definitely weren’t smiling.

“Hi, Law. It’s good to see you.”

The voice, cold and emotionless, shook him to his core. Who was that? The name was the same, but stories and now mannerisms didn’t match what he remembered.

How much could one person change in ten years?

“Cut the bullshit. What happened for you to suddenly want to meet me?” Trafalgar let the burning question escape him finally. He pondered for so many years why there was no contact, why only the person right in front of him didn’t attend his wedding or even reach out to congratulate him? This wasn’t the same love-obsessed idiot who wanted to be his best mate whenever he decided to marry.

Unknown stepped away from the table, leaving body alone in circle of light, and pointed at the counter to the right. Law looked. Bunch of folded cloth laid along there along with box of gloves exactly in his size. He wanted to protest, demand answers. Yet he put on clean lab coat along with two pairs of nitril gloves and stepped to the table. Two top students of their year entered circle of light, this time on opposite sides of the table, feeling so unfamiliar yet right in that moment.

“Look here” quiet voice sounded like a gunshot in silent, cold room as long gloved finger pointed to the mess of guts on the table. Law did look and at first he remembered how snow looked at the scene of a crime – bloody patch against whiteness of the ground. Now red open stomach contrasted similarly to blueish white skin of the deceased. Stomach’s skin hanged on both sides of the body, torn to shreds right in the middle. It was miracle any of the guts were intact. But where finger pointed there was a hole in small intestine. Trafalgar bent down to see better. Hole looked as if it was cut. “Now, look here” other gloved hand moved source of light to shine on massacred face. Nose was broken in such a way it laid sideways under left eye. Or lack of left eye. Blood, already dry, was flaking off the skin, uncovering large, purple bruises. Upper lip, split in two, looked like that of a cat and showed lack of few teeth and few more broken. But once again, gloved finger pointed at the eye socket where eye should be, but now resided white and red mess. “Here” it moved to the neck, wound only a couple inches wide right under the chin. Injury created another way into the mouth from under the tongue, ripping it slightly from the base. “And here” light moved again, to the chest, where two ribs were clearly broken by unknown object being forced between them, ripping muscles.

Trafalgar saw a lot in those ten years, at first working as a surgeon, then as a coroner. But whenever he saw body torn to shreds like this one, people assumed it was a bear or mountain lion. This time it couldn’t possibly be the explanation. At first, he had his doubts about what officers were muttering between themselves about it being work of a human. Now, under this light with gloved finger of brilliant coroner pointing out injuries that couldn’t be inflicted by wildlife without completely destroying the body, he was convinced.

“It’s fifth body like this in a span of five years. Every year it shows up on the same date around this town, never in the same place twice” voice told him what he already knew in the same emotionless tone. It didn’t match what sheriff told him – this supposed monster didn’t enjoy the case in a way they all thought. “And I have an idea who and why.”

Law looked up at his once best friend, for the first time this close, and he froze. There was no light in those eyes, as if life got sucked straight out of them. There was something else that bothered him. Scar right above left eye went through an eyebrow in clean, straight line just to suddenly turn ninety degrees and as a jagged mess end in the middle of the forehead. Injury had to bleed a lot, hurt too.

When their eyes met again, he knew whatever information and speculations were cooking up in that brain would turn his world upside down.

“Who? Who could do something like this?” Trafalgar asked, feeling like he should just turn around, leave and never come back, forget he ever knew whoever this person turned into.

“Question should be – why did I point out those three specific injuries” coroner clicked tongue against teeth and sighed. “Think, Law, and look closer. What do you see here?”

Trafalgar gritted his teeth. What kind of game was it? “Can’t you just tell me? Do you have to turn this in some kind of gruesome charades?”

But the finger just pointed at the injuries. “Look closer. If I tell you what I know, you wouldn’t believe me. No one would.”

That’s why he was called here. All anger, disappointment, resentment, sadness. All of it evaporated, leaving behind only cold, empty realization – once this was over, he wouldn’t be the same man that walked into this hospital.

He leaned in again, inspecting wounds with ridiculous precision. In the meantime, other doctor continued working where the light pointed, not even uttering one word. Law looked into bloody, meaty mess. Body was already cold, muscles tightened long ago in rigor mortis and it’d be another two to three days for it to pass. But as Law looked at all the blood, torn skin and muscles, organs ripped out of the abdominal cavity that his crew had to gather directly from snowy ground, he still didn’t know what was he supposed to find out.

“Forceps” he instinctively said reaching across the table as if he was in his own autopsy room. Before he could add something however, instrument landed on his outstretched palm as if the supposed monster anticipated this demand. Law had to fight years of nostalgia building up, push memories down to focus. This wasn’t the time nor the place to be reminiscing about the past and all those years lost forever. He pulled the light towards abdominal cavity and put tip of forceps into small hole in the intestine. Something about that hole was weird. Sure, it was definitely cut out with a pair of scissors or something similar, but something else bothered him. Why did it look like the wound was stretched? “Do you have a flashlight or something?” he asked and once again, whatever he needed appeared quickly right in his hand. Armed with precise lighting, he leaned in even more. He stretched the hole a bit, trying to look how big of an object had to be to cause intestine to become so loose around the wound. It had to be more than two inches in diameter at least. As he moved intestine around a bit, he noticed something shiny covering it from the inside in one particular place. Just as he was about to ask about swab to take a sample, gloved hand appeared in front of his face with test tube already labeled. Squinting hard and turning his head to the side, he cursed at almost indecipherable writing. Only thing he knew for sure was first letter – S.

Brain connected the dots and before he could even realize it, his body moved with new source of light to look at the eye socket. White and red. Red was obviously blood.

“No” he muttered, shining light into the mouth through small opening where teeth were supposed to be. “God, no.” He moved one last time to take a closer look at the hole between ribs. More than two inches in diameter. Again. Circular. Again.

“Unfortunately, yes” the voice finally spoke up and Law just looked at whatever was left of his best friend. Doctor took off the mask, revealing another nasty scar going from right under right eye, through upper lip, making half of it permanent scar and ending in the middle of left side of the jaw. “And I have an idea who might be behind it.” Doctor lifted up head. Another scar. Injury would create another way into the mouth from under the tongue. Lab coat got unbuttoned with fingers too steady for this type of revelations. Left hand pushed coat to the side so the right hand could lift the shirt up.

Trafalgar saw many injuries throughout his career as medical practitioner, but he never saw ones with this context, because the scars matched perfectly with the body laid out on the table. Not only that, there were far more scar tissue than he anticipated after seeing what the face looked like.

His once best friend lowered their shirt, pointing to the tube. “It is exactly what you think it is. And he did that because I left him exactly five years ago.”

Second chapter:

[irritablepoe]

ok i wrote a little over 1k words today, somebody tell me they're proud of me :')