#i hid it out of embarrassment (i was sick at the time so i wrecked it hkjsdhgkjsfd)

[computeritz]

Um... the smilers. The grinners, if you will.

featuring Narrators from: @squuote , @things1do , @mr-viwick , @missazura , @mekaasart and @androids-insides !

[sourbites]

Can I request a Kirk smut!! Friends to lovers kinda thing. For instance yall are smoking weed at your place and feeling a bit insecure about still being single and he makes a move on you???

Can't Tell You Why

thank you for the request! this was a lot of fun to write. i chose to write this imagining early 80s kirk, just to really amp up that clumsy love that friends share. hope you enjoy :)

The tip of the joint crackles, embers glowing as you coax smoke down into your lungs. The atmosphere in your bedroom is thick, smogged with smoke and giggles. There's soft rock playing in the background — some band Kirk chose.

"You're avoiding the question," He laughs, all love-me-tender brown eyes and crooked white teeth. You're both having fun, he's teasing you, you're teasing him. But still, you hesitate, exhaling smoke from your nose thoughtfully.

"I don't know," You wipe one hand on the front of your jeans. "I've only done it, like, once. Wasn't that fun, either— we were in this tiny car, and there was so much bumping around."

You twist on your bed, leaning up against the wall. Kirk moves, too, leaning his weight on a hand. "Once?" He repeats, surprised.

"What's that supposed to mean? You think I've been around?" You laugh, although there's some discomfort at his reaction lurking around in your mind. His mortification catches up with him two beats later. Eyes wide, laughing nervously along with you.

"I didn't mean it like that," Kirk exhales, smoke floating and swirling around the both of you. It hazes everything up: the light from your lamps scatter differently. Shadows look hesitant. He mulls over how to explain himself, self-conscious as he adjusts his position again. "I— I just meant, that you," He swipes a hand over his face, groaning in embarrassment through those hesitant chuckles. "You're smart, and— and real pretty. And charming enough to get anyone you'd want, so— I dunno, I mean, I'd..." He trails off. He speaks unintelligible nonsense for a few moments, before trying again. "You get what I mean." He concludes.

"Do I?" You take the joint from him. Something within you makes you feel sick with a feeling you wouldn't like to meet.

Kirk, ever the conversationalist, gives you an eye-roll. "So who was he, anyway?" He gestures to you, his index and middle finger steadying the shrinking joint.

You shrug. "Just a friend of a friend. I already told you."

He didn't say anything after that. Just hid behind his curly bangs, working his fingers into your bedsheets. Honestly, you're unsure why you even entertained this conversation. It's not like you'd find camaraderie within Kirk, not these days— tons of women want his attention. They want to taste his plump lips, hold his baby face, and kiss the crease between his brows when he frowns. You want to claw this bitter taste from your mouth. Gut the barbed vines in your stomach. As cool as you want to present, it isn't the most brag-worthy thing. Your first and only time being a half-baked hookup in some cramped-ass Ford Pinto? Get out the confetti. Your train of thought became an internal train wreck.

"Well," Kirk begins to roll another. "Where would you rather it happened?" Just briefly, his brown eyes glance up at your face to read your expression.

"Where else could it happen?" You ask no one in particular, voice hushed and ironically smoky in your fogged-up bedroom. You hum thoughtfully, picking at the thin rolling papers sprawled out on your bed. "Is it boring if I say a bed? Nothing else I can think of sounds appealing."

For some reason, you're allowed first drags. Pouring over you, Kirk lights the fresh joint between your lips. "Not boring at all. It's a classic for a reason, real nice when it's done right." He speaks easily, shrugging slightly. He's trying to soothe you. His smile makes your insides twist— and you enjoy it, in some macabre way. Teeth vibrantly white against warm lamplight and fuzzy shadows and black curls. You want to eat his mouth.

"Right." You sigh. Smoke billows from your parted lips. "I suppose you have? Done it right?" You're not sure why you ask that. You just want something to say. Preferably not about your (totally lacking) sex life.

Finally, it's Kirk's turn to bristle hesitantly. Easing his nerves, you pass him the joint.

"I've had some good nights, yeah." His answer is guarded. Your eyes glitter. What's he hiding? You nudge his side with your knuckles.

"But...?" You invite.

Kirk watches you for a moment or two, concluding you won't let this go. "But," He echoes, nudging you back. "I wouldn't say I've done it right."

"Why not?" You lean in. Drinking up the smoke that rolls off of him. You can smell him in the air, too, smoke-smouldering something spicy and musky.

He tilts his head to see you better. "Can't tell you," He whispers, grinning, wholly contradicting the inviting way his body slants to indulge you.

"Kiiiiirk."

Sigh. He's giving you the eyes. The eyes. Round and big, brown eyes so sparkly that they disarm anyone he's gazing at. You lean to him, attentive as a statue. You could soak him up if you wanted to; you're that close. Discarded smoke, already exhaled with all that high-inducing goodness soaked up, swirls around the both of you, murky white tendrils making you want to sway with them, beckoning you to move. Speak. Breathe. Live.

"Ideally," He shifts again, wanting to reshuffle his atoms. "Ideally, it'd be a bed..." A warm palm brushes your wrist and sneaks the joint from your fingers. "With you..." Your heart pauses. You stare at him, bewildered. "And me..."

What. The. Fuck.

Kirk takes your silence as a sign you want him to keep going. One hand cups your cheek, so tenderly you're tricked into thinking you're made from glass. "C'mon. How many more hints do I need to drop?" He coos at you before taking a much-needed drag of the joint to ease his own racing heart.

The funny thing is, you've hoarded his name in your throat for months. You didn't realise he had been holding his own breath for you.

Why? Out of everyone— you?

Kirk runs his tongue over his teeth, getting antsy. Softly urging you, he brushes the pad of his thumb along your lower lip while you just stare at him, amazed. You watch him from beneath your eyelashes as if he hung the stars in the sky. It comes again: the longing. The desire with no name, because no one has yet given you the language to speak it in.

Wordlessly, you draw his hand into yours. "That, um. Sounds nice." You reply, with what limited cohesive brain cells you have left.

Testing the waters, Kirk brushes his lips against yours, his breath mingling with your own. And it's hands down the most intoxicating thing you've ever had— you want to swallow it down in handfuls. Your eyelashes flutter again, and you almost feel drunk. He holds your cheek with clumsy, gentle fingers. He puts a heat in you that you didn't think was possible. And it feels so unfathomably perfect to feel wanted.

It's slow. Gently, you gravitate towards Kirk as if you're floating. Your mouths connect with a little more certainty this time. He laughs softly against your mouth. There is no better taste than that, you decide. Someone's honeyed laugh on your tongue. You're dizzy— should you feel dizzy? You want this feeling to stay.

Restless, he abandons the joint in the ashtray. With both hands in use, they swipe over your back, worship your thighs by the handfuls, winding and sewing roots in your hair.

"Can I take care of you?" Kirk whispers into the edge of your face, right underneath your chin. His mouth- wet and wanting, marks the uncharted territory of the soft underside of your face with a slow, hot kiss that ripples through you, reshaping you into something with an emptiness that's hurting to be filled. His tongue is laving wet and dripping with eagerness, building a taste for your skin as it glosses his spit down your throat. He tilts in to suck below your ear.

"Fuck, Kirk. Yeah— yes." You stumble out, nodding, your hips squirming in their cage of your jeans. You sweep your aching palms along his back, mussing his curls. He tucks your earlobe between his teeth, grazing the bluntness of his front teeth slowly along your skin. His breath sends chills down your spine. He grinds both hands beneath the waistband of your jeans, reading your mind.

He's aching to get a taste of you. The softness of your inner thighs swath around his head, dark curls rasping against your skin. His hot mouth is drinking you up through your panties, nosing into your pelvis. He wants to breathe as many 'I love you's' as he can into your skin, he wants to rake his tongue against your slit, lick your cunt open. Kirk can tell you're soaked— arousal drooling through the fabric that covers you, teasing him with the cock-hardening punch of girl flavour that he loves so much, seeping along the edge of his mouth.

Your underwear is thumbed off, his face shoved right into your cunt, and yet you still want to steer him by the shoulders and pull him closer. He takes slow, indulgent sucks on your quickly throbbing clit, that snowball into big, broad licks, tongue flat and mopping up your slick from bottom to top. He sinks two fingers into you, each pump straight down to the knuckle, creating crude squelching noises with the purest, stickiest arousal simmering within you. It's all burning hot, hot, hot.

Kirk swoops down again, filling his starving mouth with what he thirsts for: your leaking pussy. His cute nose is smooshed against your pelvic bone, and every dirty lap of his searing tongue forces your hips to scatter restlessly and yanks a whine from your throat. He's wild and heartache and sin, and it leaves you reeling from his every touch, every curl of his fingers and every relentless, starved suck of your clit, until his cheeks hollow.

"Can't believe I went so long without this," He groans with lusty delight, releasing your aching clit with a pornographic, wet pop. He kisses your parted entrance, tips his head down and spits on your slit. Whatever honey-soft brown was left lingering in his baby-love eyes has been devoured by total blackness, glimmering in delight as he watches his work of art, your soaked, spit-slick sex. He goes back in, shoving his parched mouth onto you, sucking in a fold, nipping the other, thumbing at your throbbing, swollen clit. He wants to eat you whole. Every salacious lick of his neverending tongue thunders within you— your cunt, tight and hot and so adored by Kirk's divine mouth, squeezes of arousal building within you until they morph into full-body trembles, your abdomen clenching and un-clenching, taut.

He glances up at you, dark eyes glittering behind his curly bangs, eyeing the heave of your tits with each tremoring breath. He touches you where hands simply cannot. His thick tongue eagerly tastes your heat: flesh, sweetness, salt. His cock is bursting against his too-tight boxers. You roll your hips against his mouth, chasing every lap of his tongue, every brush of his calloused hands. Softly, he becomes endless in you, and the searing pleasure he paints for you becomes explosive. Your volatile hands fist into his hair and yank, grinding down against his pretty face as gasps block your airways. He's drinking your soul - stuffing his mouth with every morsel of your worship-worthy pleasure.

You wail through the orgasm, something deep within you awakened and booming; how you survived him, you don't know. Your cum, sticky and warm, ebbs down Kirk's plump lips, smearing on his chin as he laps you up, thumbs spreading your cunt open to ensure he's licked every part of you clean. Even then, the impish flicks of his tongue do not go unappreciated.

To get him to stop his (wonderfully feeling) assault on your cunt, you peel Kirk away from you, a hand in his hair and your other palming at his shoulder. "How'd," You breathe, stupefied, "How'd you learn to do that?"

Kirk hides behind his curly bangs as if he has the right to get coy after gorging on your pussy so filthily. His teeth, white and charmingly crooked, glitter as he grins flusteredly. He wipes his mouth of spit and slick with the back of his hand. You feel a pang of emptiness without both his hands somewhere on your overheating body. "I, uh, I have a thing for it, I guess."

Great. You sigh, lost for words.

"Can we keep going?" You murmur out, gingerly pressing a warm palm to his worn-soft denim jeans, which are all warped and taut from his hard bulge.

Kirk's hands, all slow tenderness to soothe you, cup your cheeks, fingers sweeping into your hair. He lays a kiss on your lips with his own hungry mouth, kissing away at your senses. "Of course, beautiful."

His bulge swells right beneath your pussy, your orgasm simmering away and dirtying his denim jeans. Handsy with it, he palms off his belt and throws his jeans and boxers somewhere in your room. You let one of your legs fall open while he scoops up the other, forcing your thigh high up his waist, his palm sliding down to grab a handful of your ass. He sinks inside the molten ache of your eaten-raw cunt. He kisses you into oblivion at the sight of his thick cock disappearing within you.

The odd thing is, it all feels so easy. You're choked with the sincerity of the moment. Kirk's hands are devoted worshippers, thumbs stroking along your skin where you tremble, holding you where your thigh and hip meet, cradling you. Weightlessly, and yet with heavy limbs, you lay into the bed. You're full of paradoxes tonight. Light, heavy, friend, lover. They're all the same.

Your hands glide up his taut biceps, sliding down the slope of his back, tracing along muscles and bone. You hook him in, keep him close. Kirk's biting down on his lower lip, his eyes lidded, fluttering at the dreamy feeling of your dripping cunt clenching down on him in searing hot pulses. You shift your hips a little— you can feel his cock smushed into your cervix. Kirk groans low near your ear.

This hot, fulfilling fullness seems to seep deeper and deeper within you, endless. With a hitching breath, Kirk's hips withdraw, taking his body-hot heat with him. Until it pours all over you again in waves, easing your abuse-swollen sex, his thumb dipping down to gather the sopping wetness of your slick, cum, and his drool, and stir it around your puffy clit in full circles. All while he takes you in long, eager strokes, delicious friction causing your hands to skirt around his shoulders, putting a cramping, throbbing, ache in your hips.

You shudder, going tight around him. Kirk presses his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You can feel his baby face, sweet cheeks and plump mouth, those fawn brown eyes of his squeezed shut. Those charming features on a man who is fucking you with so much impeccable spirit that you're surely driven crazy with every rock of his hips, snapping up to wallop into the tenderly sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Every wet sound of his mean cock scraping the velvet insides of your aching cunt draws sobs out from deep within your stuffed-full belly. Your heart feels like a bass pounding in your ears, surrounding you with so much noise, every throbbing thump causing your breaths to shake.

Tangled bodies feel like they're cooking with all the hot friction between them. It smoulders, threatening to ignite— as if the hazy smoke of your social chainsmoking wasn't enough to put you in an awestruck daze. You clench your teeth, scraping your nails up the hollow of Kirk's shoulder blades, your own back arching off the bed, (which he uses as an excuse to get another gropeful of your ass) while he works your throbbing clit even harder. You want to squirm and writhe, but that'd disrupt the gorgeous rhythm of his cock. He drags himself through your wound-tight pussy, sloppy, indescribably thorough whacks of his pelvic bone right on the beginning of your slit.

You forget who's air you're breathing. Or if you're breathing at all.

In carnal screams that scratch up your sore throat, you murmur something akin to more more more don't stop, Kirk. Please. Kirk. His pace stumbles, landing right on his high while you're already curling around him, nails anchored in his skin, cries spilling from your lips. You squeeze around him with so much zeal that Kirk quite literally cannot move for fear of splitting you in two. All epic highs have lows, however: you scrape your hands down, tracing where your cunt oozes out your climaxes, feeling the boiling heat settle down, watching Kirk's glistening cock withdraw from you.

Everything feels suspended. Mid-air, hanging on the edge of something. Maybe it's longing. By some phenomenal stroke of luck (maybe it's your lucky day), the joint you were sharing is still lit. Kirk takes a long drag, exhaling against your clammy, bare skin. His mouth reaches your shoulder, and he kisses it with that pretty, insatiable mouth until you feel faint.

"Fuck," You take the joint he offered to you. Although you're not sure that this moment can get softer and warmer. "That was definitely better than my first time."

Kirk grins at your words, grunting quietly as he lays beside you, guiding your splayed-out hair away from your neck. "Just you wait. That was just a warm-up."

[amorgansgal]

Healing Touch - Part 1

I've started writing my idea that I brought up in the Halsinners community featuring Halsin taking care of a sick female reader who has a son. I've decided to split it into two as it was getting very long, so hopefully I'll post part 2 later this week.

@halsinsgate, @thepickledmermaid, @thoughts-of-bear and @embrulee just tagging you all in case you're interested in reading.

Your son clung tightly to you as you hurried through the smouldering wreck of the city, it took you twice as long to reach Basilisk Gate just because of how many streets are blocked with the smashed remains of buildings. Not to mention, you had to carry a sack of your belongings on your back and hold tightly onto your child as he gripped onto your dress with his fists. But at long last you could see the line of wagons and you let out a shaky breath of relief. 

The elf in charge, the hero of the Gate, the one so many have whispered about reverently, Archdruid Halsin was helping to pack the last few boxes and you called out, fearing even now that you might not make it in time and would be left behind. ‘Master Halsin! Master Halsin, please I am here! Please don’t leave without us!’

He turned to look at you and then quickly put down the box he was holding, and made his way over. ‘We had no intention of leaving until everyone was here,’ he said comfortingly. ‘Can I help with your bag or find a place for your son to sit?’

He smiled gently at your son, who eyed Halsin warily and then hid his face in your chest. ‘It’s alright, Seth,’ you murmured to him softly. ‘This is Master Halsin, the defender of Baldur’s Gate, a hero like one from the old ages.’

Seth peeked up a little, curious, though he still apprehensively clung to you. Halsin chuckled. ‘Well, I don’t know about that, and Halsin will do just fine.’ He helped to remove the bag from your shoulder and securely packed it in the wagon. ‘Is this all you brought with you?’ he asked, his brow furrowed a little with worry.

‘Well once we came out of hiding in our cellar, there wasn’t a good deal left. It’s mostly clothes, Seth’s toys, a few odds and ends…’ your cheeks warmed with embarrassment. It was not like you had wanted to take so little with you, but given you hadn’t had much to begin with and had to consider carrying a child, you hoped you would not be considered a burden. ‘I mean to make myself useful, I can sew and knit and weave well, and we won’t want for much…’

Halsin nodded reassuringly. ‘I am sure you will. I was just concerned that you had brought so little with you, but we will not leave people to the wayside if they need something and you need not worry about proving yourself useful.’ 

He offered you a hand, helping you up into the wagon and you gratefully took it, wobbling a little as you climbed up. His hand was rough, callused, but warm and so large in comparison to your own. It would dwarf Seth’s and you gave it a little squeeze to silently thank him.

As Halsin resumed his work on packing the wagons, you watched him easily picking up boxes and bags. ‘Is he really a hero, mama?’ Seth’s little voice interrupted your reverie and you cuddled him close.

‘Yes, he defeated the Netherbrain, the mindflyers and the shadow curse that gripped the land where we’re going now.’

Your son’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates and he peeped around the canvas covering of the wagon to look at Halsin. You smile as he did, your son is already overawed by the idea of such a hero being amongst your midst.  

‘Can you tell me a story about him on the way there?’ Seth asked, as he settled back beside you.

‘Of course. Once upon a time, there was a noble druid called Halsin-’

‘And his friend Seth,’ your son insisted.

‘And his good friend Seth…’

You had been fortunate that there had already been houses enough in Reithwin for you to have a little home with your son, but given how so many of them were made from the naturally abundant stone there it was a cold place. Like so many others in the village you had fallen ill with a nasty flu. You had doubtless caught it from Seth, whom you had nursed for a week or two, but now it was your turn! 

Halsin had done everything to ensure everyone’s comfort and wellbeing, especially during the colder winter months and had provided plenty of herbal remedies to help with the worse of the flu’s symptoms. But as you struggled up from your bed, your head swimming, your skin prickling with heat, the deep seated painful exhaustion that made even just a few steps from the bed feel impossible, you knew there was no chance you would be able to make your way outside, trek along the deep drifts of snow and make your way to find him in order to beg a cure. 

You curled back into bed, only managing to lift your head on hearing the little patter of feet across the floor as Seth made his way to your side.

‘Mama,’ your son said. ‘It’s time to get up.’

‘I know,’ your raspy voice sounded so pathetically weak. ‘But mama isn’t well, can you go next door to Helga and ask her to go to Halsin for a cure? And ask her if you can stay and play with Johan?’

‘I can get Halsin, mama!’ your son said eagerly and he began to pull on his little boots.

‘No, Seth, do as I say, go and get-’

‘Don’t worry, mama, I’ll get Halsin!’ he said, giving your forehead a kiss.

‘Seth!’ you cried out, but he had already run out the room, tugging his cloak off the back of a chair. You heard the front door bang loudly. You groaned at the sound, it made your head ache and throb. You attempted to get up again, but even sitting upright made your head swim. ‘Seth!’ you called again, but evidently he was too far away to hear you. You took a moment to rest against the bedframe and even that was enough for you to drift off to sleep, only startling awake when you heard the door open once more, the howling gusts of wind sent a flurry of snowflakes across the central room. You could hear your son’s light pattering of feet across the threshold, followed by a heavier tread.

‘See, papa Halsin, mama is not well,’ your son’s piping voice could be heard outside your bedroom and you did your best to open your eyes and pull your shawl around your shoulders as the two entered your room.

‘Seth,’ you rasped. ‘I told you to go next door to Helga and have her fetch Master Halsin.’

‘But mama, she’s old and takes forever! Look mama, this is what she’s like!’ Seth said, then mimicked poor Helga with her walking stick, hobbling across the room. Which was quite unfair given the woman, despite her age, was rather sprightly and quick and you were sure she would’ve hot footed it to Halsin’s hut.

‘Seth, don’t be rude, she’s not that old or infirm.’

‘What does infirm mean?’ Seth asked.

Halsin chuckled and placed a soothing hand on your forehead. You shouldn’t have done so, but you found yourself leaning into his touch. Many a time you had dreamed about him touching you. During the last warmth of the early autumn months you had seen him working with the others, forgoing his tunic, his chest bare and with a thin sheen of sweat that made your mouth water at the sight of him. The veins that corded his arms and hands made your mind swirl at the thought of him laying his hands on you, firmly gripping your waist, your hips, your thighs. 

‘Infirm means someone who is not strong and Helga is a very strong woman, despite her age,’ Halsin said. 

‘Oh! Well you are not imfirm, papa Halsin,’ Seth mused.

Halsin laughed quietly. ‘Hopefully not just yet!’ He moved his hand to the back of your neck and hummed in thought. ‘It certainly seems like you have caught that flu going round and I’m afraid what I can give you will only lessen the symptoms and help you sleep, I do not have a cure.’

You gave a weak nod. ‘Well, perhaps if you’d be so kind to fetch Helga, I can see if she can look after Seth and I’ll think about a way to pay her back.’

The druid frowned. ‘You should not have to worry about such matters and this flu can last a while. Who will care for you?’

‘Perhaps Helga can look in on me…’ you said, but you doubted if that would be such a good idea, you didn’t want to pass the illness on to her or her grandson Johan.

‘I think it best if I stay and look after you both, that way you needn’t worry about Seth passing on the illness to anyone and I can ensure you have plenty of tea and broth to keep your strength up.’

It was silly that such an offer of kindness made you feel weepy, but you bit back your tears and weakly coughed. ‘But what about the work that has to be done in Reithwin? Aren’t you busy? People look to you as our leader and I don’t want to take you away from all that with a silly little illness.’

‘You know as well as I that we are waiting for the warmer months to resume the building and farming work. And I would make for a poor leader if I did not care for everyone here, though I do only see myself as one among many leaders, I can find someone else to care for my duties in the meantime.’

‘Halsin,’ you whispered hoarsely. ‘That would not be fair, I do not want to take you away from your duties.’

He looked at you so sincerely and sweetly that you felt the little lump rise in your sore throat once more and said, ‘You are my duty. Now, please rest and sleep, and do not allow yourself to fret any further upon the matter.’

His tone boded no argument and you rested back on the pillows, the last thing you saw before sleep took you was Seth taking Halsin’s hand as the druid said, ‘Come Seth, let’s see if we can make you and your mother some supper.’ The image warmed your heart and you burrowed further into the blankets, glad that Halsin was here to care for your son. Before you drifted off, you allowed yourself to imagine the pretty fantasy that this was always the case, that Halsin was your son’s father and he cared for you more deeply and sweetly.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request more of the Mha biggest kinks? I really liked it. I would like to request two characters and the rest you can choose. The characters I wanted to request were Tokoyami and Aizawa. I hope you have a good rest of your day! Stay safe, and don’t get sick!

Alrighty! Let’s goooo!

Sorry, this took so long to come out, I had very little motivation and my brain was being mean, but I have motivation again now and so I'm ready to begin writing again.

Hopefully, I'll be able to get a fic out to you guys every three days or so.

Part One Here

Part Two Here

Genre: smut

Type: headcanons

Warnings: smut, heavy kinks, BDSM, NSFW

Characters: Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Mirko, Aizawa 

 Other: I must admit, I headcanon Tokoyami as asexual, so writing for him was a lil difficult, but It presented a unique challenge and well, I love writing challenges and you know that!

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Fumikage Tokoyami/ Tsukoyomi-

Submission- this man has 0% confidence. He doesn’t trust himself to dom. He’s gotten so used to not being in control being a bad thing, so according to trauma response, it’s likely that loss of control will become a kink for him. He needs this, okay? Needs to be taught that not having control isn’t always a bad thing. It really isn’t when he’s moaning beneath you.

Threesomes- he’s very used to not being alone, Dark Shadow will be there even during sex with you. It’s embarrassing at first, but you’ve gotten used to him being there during your dates, so it’s almost as if you’re dating Dark Shadow as well. Dark shadow indulges in Fumikage’s more... raunchy kinks, the ones that he’d be too embarrassed to ask you about.

Costumes- He just wants to be fucked while you’re both dressed like royalty. He doesn’t know why, but many types of fancy clothes turn him on. This may just be because his form of self-expression is rare, and so he has few friends who indulge in a more Emo style. He has no objections to being dressed like a prince or princess (he’d even wear bright colors for you).

Love and Affection- I headcanon him as Ace, so for this he’s Demi. And what leads to Demisexuals being sexually attracted to someone? Love and affection. Just kiss his beak and pet his head and tell him you love him. It might result in him crying because he’s never gotten that affection before.

Humiliation- He’s still kinky, okay? He likes being degraded, hit, and told just what a ‘silly little slut boy’ he’s being. He wants you to have him pressed into the pillow, whining as he babbles about what a bad boy he’d been.

Choking- Listen, a boy who wears a bright red choker wants it to be replaced with your fingers, okay? It’s best when you’re indulging in his costume kink + a little roleplay and you’re acting as some warrior or supervillain and he’s some hero boy trying to take you down. Usually results in him being choked against the wall as he grinds down on your leg.

Tsuyu Asui/ Froppy-

Look at that beautiful woman

Switch- Look at her and tell me she doesn’t have the capacity to top or bottom. Really, she’s quite incredible like that. She also has very little preference so it mostly depends on whether you want to top or bottom.

Bondage- this is more of a bottom Tsu thing, she likes shibari best, beautiful ropes (or silk for better comfort) keeping her body from moving away, while the patterns and colors compliment her soft and sweaty skin.

Praise- Doesn’t matter who’s topping and who’s bottoming, praise is wonderful. Once you called her a good girl after training (when she totally kicked Kaminari’s ass) she just kind hid her face and squealed. It was adorable. She’s also very honest, so when she praises you it’s usually just her being honest with you. It’s so very sweet and ugh- damnit now I just wanna hug her

Hand Kink- Nothing is better then feeling your hands tracing her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, just touching her. You’ve caught her just kind of... staring at your hands multiple times. The best thing is when she’s pressed down into the mattress, clutching the sheets, and you grab her hand, curling your fingers between hers and flexing them. 

Hair Pulling- Nobody has that much hair and doesn’t develop a hair pulling kink, and that’s literally all I have to say on the matter.

Tongue Play- More of a Top Tsu thing (hehe alliteration), she will tie you up with her tongue if she wants to, and she’s done that before. The oral is great, ass, pussy, dick, no matter where you want her tongue it will be there, and it will be everywhere. You want to be absolutely at her mercy? Just ask her to use her tongue. She may or may not get carried away because it just feels so powerful, to be able to make you feel so many things with just one body part that she’s trained to have complete control over. 

Rumi Usagiyama/ Mirko-

Domination- Look, just- just look. Look at that woman. Tell me she doesn’t want to always be on top. Tell me she doesn’t take offense to being asked if she wants a break from topping. Tell me she won’t shove you against the wall, bed, floor, fucking table and just absolutely take control of you. Tell me she doesn’t own you. Now I’m not personally attracted to women but this woman is the one fucking exception. 

Mommy- She likes this mostly because it humiliates her bottom. It’s embarrassing to say something so lewd, to refer to her almost like your caretaker, and she loves it. Especially when her sub whimpers or stutters while calling her that, she fucking loves it.

Brat-Play/Punishment- If you’ve read the Team-ups special manga thingie, you saw her appreciate Bakugou’s pure rage towards villains, which makes me think she enjoys putting villains in their place. She lovess watching you misbehave, pretending she doesn’t care, then absolutely wrecking you when you get back home. Her favorite thing is the tears + plus barely being able to apologize for their brattiness.

Predator/Play- I mean, she’s an animal. She loves the chase, feeling so powerful over her helpless little sub. If her partner’s quirk makes them a wolf or something that traditionally hunts rabbits, then she’ll be estatic about competing with you for dominance before proving again and again and again that she’s the one who wears the pants in this relationship (or the one-piece hero costume ig)

Biting/Marking- Everyone. Everyone needs to know who you belong to. Even if your skin physically cannot bare marks, she will still bite and suck at your neck and shoulders to try and show off the marks. Show off the cute little sub that belongs solely to her.

Breeding- She’s a rabbit, it’s instict to want children. Even though she can’t get her sub pregnant, she will still babble about fucking a baby into you. Maybe if you’re AMAB and could get her pregnant, she’d just ride you until you get her pregnant (even though she probably doesn’t actually want kids, so protection is used).

Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead-

Bondage- He's a hero, he's conditioned to know that he's won when his opponent is all tied up. He feels like he's won you over when you let him tie you up, and he loves the feeling of knowing you can't escape him.

Daddy- I mean seriously, you can't just act like a literal father figure to every single person around you and not have a daddy kink! He likes to take care of you, and he loves it when you cry 'Daddy please!'

Teasing- Even if he's a caregiver at heart, he won't just give you what you want. You need to beg and whine and scream for it. He wants to stave off your orgasm, avoid touching you where you need it, just to hear your pitiful whimpers and the way you cry for him.

Teaching- now he doesn't enjoy a teacher kink as in 'you're my student' kind of roleplay, but he does enjoy teaching someone inexperienced just how to suck him off, how to hold onto him, and what to say to make him growl.

Praise- He wasn't praised much, still isn't, so being told he's perfect for you will either end up with him literally crying on you, or fucking you harder just to hear you tell him how much you enjoy his cock.

Cock Worship- Nothing gets a man going like having your partner on their knees in front of you, kissing and sucking on your balls, treating you like a god. It's incredible to have you take your time pleasuring him.

[merryfortune]

You give me flowers of love

Written for 100ships Challenge on Dreamwidth

Prompt #39 - Pink

Ship: Nodoka/Hinata

Fandom: Healin’ Good PreCure

Word Count: 3,757

Rating: M

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

AN: title comes from Bloodflowers by The Cure and is recommended listening for this fic.

Tags:  Alternate Universe - Hanahaki, Horror, Gore, Emetophobia/Emetophilia, Angst and Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Past/Referenced Eriko/Hinata, Minor Blood

   Hinata was not the type of girl who could handle horror stories, urban legends, or anything spookier than a rom-com set against the background of a popular coffee shop. However, there was something about this creepypasta that caught her attention. Maybe she read it to prove that she wasn’t a scaredy-cat or maybe she read it because something about it was almost too real.

   It came across her Curestagram feed, screenshots reposted from another site with long form text functions rather than the optimized for photos aesthetic of Curestagram. It wasn’t late at night, quite the opposite, Hinata had just been scrolling as she was half nibbling on a banana muffin for morning tea. So she was kind of bored and not already unsettled by a vague anxiety sort of mindset so she stopped her scroll to read this totally true story from a friend of a friend that had happened upon her timeline.

   The story involved a sickness. A lovesickness, hooking Hinata immediately since she was a hopeless romantic and leaving her vulnerable to what was hiding down below a few paragraphs after and Hinata realised she was reading a surreal medical horror story.

   Supposedly, some girl from a high school in the next town over had been hospitalized due to damage to her stomach and esophagus but ultimately culminated in her passing away from brain damage due to suffocation. The suffocation that was the outcome of the damage she had taken to her stomach and esophagus had, supposedly, been caused by the growing of flowers inside of her. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They were baffled by the impossibility of it. Yet where they failed to posit theories at all, their patient had her own she desperately desired to reveal. 

   The nameless girl, as weak as she was in her final moments of speech and cognition, was certain with the most crystal clear clarity that she could muster said that reason for the flowers growing inside of her was due to a crush that she had been fostering for quite some time. A crush that was so powerful and deep that it had manifested as literal and impossible distress in the form of tiger lily flowers. Though her claims were dismissed as nonsense, despite the very given evidence that she had been vomiting exotic flowers, except by the narrator who was sharing her story online on her behalf.

   Hinata got to the bottom line of the final screenshot and she dropped her phone on the table. She shivered and flinched as her phone clattered. Nyatoran looked up, alarmed, from the milk that he had been sipping.

   “Heh? Are you okay Hinata?” he asked.

   “Y-Yeah, I just lost my grip.” Hinata replied. It wasn’t a lie.

   “Really? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Nyatoran pointed out.

   Hinata made an expression that was both guilty and embarrassed, “Er, sort of… I read a ghost story online and I haven’t the stomach for them.”

   “Oh, well, no worries then. I’ll keep ya safe from all the ghoulies then.” Nyatoran boasted.

   Hinata laughed, “Thanks, Nyatoran.” she replied.

   And that was more or less enough to keep her mind off what she had read for the rest of the day as she did her Sunday homework and such. At least until well after lights out. 

   Hinata cursed herself. She knew endless walls of text in screenshots never bore good news but it was under her skin now. It wasn’t even that scary, she tried to convince herself. It just so happened to play off something she had been thinking about in ways that cut deep and yes, even scary. 

   Hinata had a crush of her own. One she didn’t think she ought to act on. Or didn’t know how to act on. 

   Hinata had a crush on Nodoka. She was sweet and gentle yet so motivated. Hinata felt like she learned something new about either herself or Nodoka after every time they hung out. Things never felt old between them despite how natural their companionship was between them.

   Catching feelings for Nodoka was inevitable, Hinata felt regarding their dynamic as close friends and their friendship was relatively intense due to their bond as comrades being Pretty Cures but that made Hinata sick to her stomach with fear. This wasn’t her first crush that she had on another girl. 

   In the not so recent past, Hinata had been wrong reading other girls’ opinions and feelings regarding her before. She and Eriko had been so close, childhood friends with a pact that seemed fit to stand the test of time when they had made it, and Hinata didn’t think it was a coincidence that already scarce contact between them after Eriko moved was when Hinata had confessed her feelings to Eriko. 

   The rejection had been crushing and Hinata had never told a soul about it. The wound was older now but it still hurt so, as lovely as Nodoka was, Hinata didn’t want to gamble their friendship due to that prior rejection. Yet her feelings crackled like electricity near a lightning rod whenever she was around Nodoka anyway. She could only hope that Nodoka was oblivious since she was so inexperienced socially due to her childhood spent mostly in the hospital.

    (And that Chiyu never brought up the blatantly obvious which she would hopefully never do since she knew there was a place and a time and it wasn’t her place).

   Thus, for all these different and entangling reasons, that horror story Hinata had read this morning really resonated. The thought of her unrequited feelings becoming literal, even in the form of pretty and seemingly harmless flowers, and suffocating. It was a very real fear to Hinata despite that fantastical execution that it was captured inside.

   All because she was a magical girl infused with the power of light and thunder. She fought villains who caused infections in nature and created monsters. To her, it didn’t seem too far outside of her sphere of tried and true reality that such a floral disease of the body could exist. Heck, maybe it did exist and was tied to the war that she and her friends were fighting in secret on behalf of the Healing Animals. It was entirely possible this flower vomit disease was another agent or power of the Byougens. 

   Hinata groaned and the more she scolded herself for thinking about these horrible possibilities, the more she thought about them. She tossed and turned all night, in the dark and under the covers of her doona. She knew Nyatoran would live up to his boasting over morning tea if she asked but he was totally conked out in his little room. Hinata couldn’t bring herself to wake him, to unnecessarily burden him, so she just hid from her fears as best as she could in her blankets.

   The following morning, Hinata was a wreck. She had bags under her eyes and was generally a drag. She hasn’t slept a wink last night but just like she was hiding from the horror story in her head, she decided to hide from the aftermath too. She touched up her eyes with concealer and finished off her make-up with a nice little kiss of lip balm, too. She chose a nice tropical flavour: pineapple with vanilla undertones and wore nude in practice. With that, she was ready for what was no doubt going to be a long, long day of school.

   A prediction that she was very right in having. Just making it to lunch felt like an eternity and a half on low energy. Worst still, despite the precautions that Hinata had taken, both Chiyu and Nodoka had noticed that she wasn’t exactly her bouncy self today. Even with her favourite lunch box in her lap with fried chicken and a fruit drink, too.

   “Are you okay, Hinata?” Nodoka asked and she batted her long eyelashes in concern.

   Hinata knew she couldn’t lie or deflect around Nodoka, at least for the most part, and deflated, “No…” she moaned. “I slept awfully last night.”

   “I expect that it wasn’t due to over studying?” Chiyu asked, sniping. 

   “No, I just. Couldn’t sleep.” Hinata shrugged.

   “Well, be sure to put yourself early to bed tonight then. There’s nothing worse than being tired.” Nodoka said.

   “Will do.” Hinata sighed.

   “Also?” Nodoka prompted her.

   “Yeah?” Hinata glanced at Nodoka was she tried a spoonful of rice from her side dishes.

   “Your lip balm has a very strong smell today, I can smell it from here.” Nodoka laughed.

   “Oh, joy…” Hinata hung her head in misery. She didn’t think it was so pungent in the tube.

   “I didn’t mean that in a mean way.” Nodoka panicked whilst Chiyu had a discrete giggle at Hinata’s misfortune. “I really like it. I think it smells nice. Like cherries. I love the smell of cherries best.”

   “Huh?” Hinata mumbled and she stared straight at Nodoka in confusion.

   Nodoka stared back. Also in confusion. “Is something the matter?”

   “Er, no,” Hinata awkwardly began and she forced herself to laugh and she flapped a hand about too to disguise her weirdness, “I must have been so tired this morning that I though I used one lip balm and instead used another.”

   “That is a little odd…” Chiyu murmured.

   But Nodoka seemed to buy it, she gasped, “Fwow, you must have been really tired this morning to make such a mistake. Promise me to get a good night’s rest tonight then.” Nodoka fussed for her.

   “I promise, I promise.” Hinata replied.

   Just as Hinata spoke, the end of lunch bell rang. She moaned with the utmost misery as she hadn’t finished her lunch even slightly and roused much sympathy from both Nodoka and Chiyu. So, Hinata crammed what she could into her mouth and swallowed before returning with her friends indoors to their classroom.

   She plopped down in her chair and desk, her stomach growling almost immediately. Were it not for the teacher at the front of the classroom, Hinata would have flopped down and keeled over right there and then. She would have killed for a nap. Not even a luxurious nanna nap at this point, she would take a horrid power nap. Anything would have been better than nothing. Instead, the best she could muster was some daydreaming whilst scribbling in her work book so she could at least pretend to be paying attention.

   Her mind strayed to Nodoka. She couldn’t help it. A silly little pining schoolgirl was exactly what she was after all. She doodled Nodoka’s name in her margins, surrounded with love-hearts, paw prints, and even flowers. It was a little bit childish but Hinata was a lot childish so she didn’t mind, she was more or less on cloud nine since Nodoka had shown her care for her over lunch, fussing for her like that.

   It was such a small act but it was more than enough to launch Hinata’s heart in a million miles an hour race. So much so, she began to taste something at the back of her throat. It was a sweet taste accompanied by a fizzy sensation. Hinata liked it and it seemed to get stronger the more she daydreamed about Nodoka. Even though it was the middle of class, Hinata was letting her mind completely run away from the contents of what the teacher was attempting to educate on them.

   Finally, after what felt like a day of self torment because of reading some stupid horror story about puking flowers, Hinata felt free of that gnawing anxiety. But just as she revelled in this, her stomach wretched. She dry gagged with the searing taste of bile at the back of her throat and her hand automatically clamped over her mouth, pen and all. The prior anxiety might have dissipated but a new one had spiked in its place.

   Hinata frowned. Was it because she hadn’t eaten all her lunch that she suddenly felt nauseous? Or was it something else? She begged that it wasn’t her period, she was still quite irregular so this felt off or early to her.

   Then she gagged again. She swallowed it back down. Hard. Whatever she swallowed was thick and sweet. It wasn’t vomit, Hinata had the startling realisation. She tried hard to keep it down but she failed. She vomited into her hand, or at least something similar. The motions were awful, worse than anything else she had ever had to eject from her body orally before.

   Hinata felt sick to the very bottom of her stomach. Her hands shook as she slowly removed the one over her mouth and… and she couldn’t believe her eyes. They widened in shock as she saw the head of a flower in the palm of her hand. It was a cherry blossom, she realised. The pale pink petals were frayed at the edges, burnt by stomach acid and wet with her saliva; the anthers of its centre drooped and dragged, splayed across the petals. Her skin crawled as she marveled at the insane gravity of the situation. She quickly paled.

   And the teacher noticed, “Hiramitsu, are you okay?” he asked from in front of the chalkboard, looking up concerned from the book he was reciting from.

   “I-I, um, I need to go. To the nurse.” Hinata eked out her words with strained difficulty.

   Her stomach flipped and she could feel another one coming up. It slithered up her throat and she hated the slow, dreadful sensation of it, the way it made her mouth taste of bile and cherries in horrible combination. Hinata bolted to her feet, afraid, alarming the whole class. She hid her mouth behind her hand again, holding tight that first flower that she had vomited.

   “I need to go.” Hinata mumbled and she fled.

   The feeling of her classmates' eyes on her felt like broken glass digging. She knew, deep down, they didn’t mean harm but their gazes only served to amplify the terror she felt as she fled. She was fast at first, escaping from the classroom but her stomach lurched and she vomited another flower and then again but two at once this time.

   Hinata stopped in the hallway, she had to rest her shoulder against the wall just to stand as she looked down into the palm of her hand. The flowers were accumulating against her skin, wet and heavy, and accelerating in pace of production. Already she felt another lurch and this one was dire, Hinata didn’t think she would be so lucky to only vomit one or two this next time.

   She had to get to the sick bay. She wasn’t sure what she would do there but anything had to be better than nothing, so she hobbled on in immense pain. By nothing less than a miracle, Hinata managed to get to the nurse’s suite without collapsing. Or with leaving too many flowers in her meagre wake.

   The school nurse panicked almost immediately when she saw Hinata in this state. Hinata sputtered out a thank you whilst she was put to bed. Hinata curled up under the sheets, her stomach lurching and mangled petals dripped out of her mouth. She had to hide her ailment from the nurse. She just had to. She didn’t know how to explain it or anything else pertaining to it but fortunately, the nurse bought her some time by going to use administration’s phone to let her father know that Hinata was in immediate medical distress.

   Hinata held her scrawny belly with one hand and her mouth the other. No matter how hard she tried, these flowers kept dredging up from inside of her and it was worsening. There was distention building inside of her, it was as if she could feel the bushels of cherry blossom flowers forming inside of her and something else too. It was raw and firm and poking up through her like a stick. Hinata moaned in utter agony as she tasted not just sweetness and bile in her mouth, but the cutting, metallic taste of blood too.

   She whimpered as she tried to swallow it down. Attempting so, just made the nicks and cuts to her throat worsen and the petals to clog. Her lungs ached sharply as she struggled to breathe. Her eyes squeezed tight and she begged every deity she could think of for a saviour.

   The door to the sick bay opened again. Hinata murmured to herself and the curtain was pulled aside, “Hinata?” a sweet voice greeted her.

   “Huh?” Hinata slurred.

   She rolled over, still holding herself but even a simple and slow motion like that was enough to rouse her illness violently. Her grimace was deep on her face as she tried to look at Nodoka, even feebly.

   “A-Are you okay, Hinata?” she asked. “I couldn’t sit by and worry when I saw you ill you were, what’s wrong?”

   Hinata opened her mouth. Mostly to reply, but that’s not what happened. She threw up in front of Nodoka and Nodoka couldn’t believe her eyes. Hinata was throwing up bushels upon bushels of flowers. Cherry blossoms. Nodoka blinked. She couldn’t believe the sights - or the smell. The smell was disconcerting with how almost pleasantly fragrant it was, heightening Nodoka’s realisation that this wasn’t Hinata pulling pranks.

   “H-How on Earth did this happen…?” Nodoka asked.

   She was horrified yet found herself unable to resist the impulse. She picked a blossom out of the pile that Hinata had vomited up. It was soft in her hand, even if it was grotesquely wet.

   “I - I don’t-” Hinata tried to speak but she cut herself off when she felt something jut out of her mouth. An entire branch of cherry blossoms began to spike out of her mouth.

   Her eyes began to roll back on themselves as Nodoka watched, in abject and frozen horror, as Hinata contended with this stick inside of her. It emerged slowly from the depths of her throat and made her chest convulse. Her fingers spasmed as she choked around it, flowers blooming along the thin and coarse branch.

   “H-Help me.” Hinata sputtered out.

   Nodoka nodded. She was scared, her heart was pounding, but she was first and foremost a helper of most empathetic ends. She had been on the receiving end of a strange and bizarre illness that had rendered most her childhood for naught. She couldn’t just let Hinata struggle. Suffocate.

   So, she got onto the bed with Hinata. She straddled her so she could best approach the foreign object inside of Hinata. She focused her eyes and was as ready as she could ever be for an amateur operation quite like this one. Nodoka reached out and pinched the end of the branch delicately. It was entirely unsafe, Nodoka knew that, but she began to pull. She peered into Hinata’s pink mouth was clogged with twigs and petals, and tried her best to dislodge what she could.

   Hinata gagged. Tears in her eyes and she plead, silently and afraid, that Nodoka could handle this. Nodoka’s hands shook but she did, in fact, manage. She tried her hardest and she did succeed even if it felt pyrrhic as Hinata screamed out as the last, and thickest, part of the cherry blossom branch was removed. 

   Nodoka flinched hearing the scream, dropping the cherry blossom branch between them. Hinata spat out blood and petals but the cherry blossom branch had been removed. She caressed her neck and it was raw with what it had been through. Her touches did little to soothe or quell her pain, she looked up at Nodoka with pathetic, red rimmed eyes.

   “What was that?” Nodoka asked, her heart quaking. “How could any of this be possibly real?”

   “I - I don’t know.” Hinata mumbled but that was a lie. She choked on her words all the same as she had choked on those cherry blossoms. Her hands squeezed tight. “No. I’m sorry. I do know.”

   “Pardon?” Nodoka quietly exclaimed.

   “There’s a very rare disease,” Hinata began, hasty, “that causes flowers to grow inside of someone suffering with a crush that they just can’t handle.”

   “That’s horrible…” Nodoka murmured.

   It was now or never, Hinata realised. Or she was going to end up exactly like the girl from the story that she had read yesterday. She knew it. She just knew it.

   “Nodoka, it’s you.” Hinata confessed, half a sob in her voice. “I’m crushing on you.”

   Nodoka was stunned by Hinata’s admission. 

   Hinata panted, her face was going bright red whilst her heart pounded like a hammer at her rib cage. She couldn’t believe it. She had done it. But it felt like a weight off, she had to admit, she didn’t realise her crush had been such a burden until right now. She felt herself lighten with the confession, from the very pit of her stomach, upwards and outwards.

   Nodoka averted her gaze and Hinata was reminded once more why a crush was called a crush. That borderline feel good feeling from before popped. Burst. Nodoka played with her hair, fidgeting, and then managed to speak in a very calm and very quiet voice.

   “I have a crush on you, too, Hinata.” Nodoka replied. “I admire so much how you sparkle and shine. It’s very refreshing to be around. I like you too. A lot.”

   Nodoka reached out to Hinata’s hand and held it. She was so warm and she was still trembling but Nodoka’s caress of it did soothe her. Hinata hazarded a smile, like she couldn’t believe her ears, through her scarlet expression. Nodoka leaned in and kissed Hinata.

   Hinata was unable to kiss back, afraid of her own breath but Nodoka didn’t mind. It was pungent with cherry blossoms and wet but she found the kiss sufficiently sweet, kissing Hinata’s soft, balmy lips. They were tinged with pineapple and vanilla beneath that overwhelming sensation of cherry blossoms.

   “Thank you, Nodoka…” Hinata murmured and somehow, she didn’t know or understand how but she wasn’t going to complain, she was cured, prettily, of her affliction. 

   The cherry blossom flowers on the bed or in her gut, disappeared. All with seemingly little aplomb. Even the branch that had to have been removed from her throat, all with a soft, fizzling noise that Hinata could hardly hear over the sound of her pounding heart. She still had the cuts and scrapes, but she was no longer growing flowers inside of her stomach. Hinata was cured and Nodoka was her blessed, angelic cure.

[levisnackajack]

The Wrath of War

Hi there. Thanks to anyone who’s read up to now. This chapter is pretty long, so I have decided to post the story both here on my Tumblr, as well as on AO3. 

The link to the story is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28919136/chapters/70952145

Please check it out if you can! 

Much love. 

Chapter Four

Captain Levi Ackerman.

This was the title owned by the man who had swooped in and saved Eden’s life like a damsel in distress. She felt sick to her stomach. How stupid was she to risk her life like that? 

Questions like that rolled through her mind, painfully wrecking her brain for the past couple of hours. The battleground had quietened; but Eren was ripped out of Mikasa’s arms as soon as the Scout and Garrison regiment both got their hands on him. 

Armin managed to grab Mikasa by the wrist as they led Eren away; but Eden was quick enough to avoid Armin and sprint after him; eyes lit with a fierce flame. Someone grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around violently- making Eden lose sight of her weakened friend. 

She huffed irritably; hazel eyes widening at the realization that Captain Levi had gripped her tightly. His expression blank, intimidating dull grey eyes staring down at the girl in an irritated way. Eden bit on her tongue to suppress the snarky remark resting in her mouth. 

“You seem to like proving how big of a pain you are, Cadet,” Levi began, his cool and monotonous voice causing realization to boil within the girl.  The man standing before her was the leader of the Survey Corps’ Special Operation Squad. His reputation has gifted him with the title of being “Humanity’s Strongest Soldier”. 

Being so close to him, Eden could barely figure out how old he was. He had a deceptively youthful face holding a chiseled jawline and narrow, grey eyes with dark circles under them that betrayed his possible insomnia. 

After all the things he has probably seen; how could he be able to sleep soundly at night?

“Sir, I’m only making sure that Eren is safe,” Eden said in a meek voice, mentally slamming her head against the wall. She didn’t want the frightening captain to feed off of her uneasiness. 

Whether Captain Levi grew satisfied knowing he instilled fear in people with a mere question would truly stay a secret. His physiognomy never betrayed his thoughts.

He tipped his head to the side ever so slightly, clicking his tongue. “Not that I owe you an explanation or anything, but he’s staying with us for the time being. Don’t want him going on a rampage because he couldn’t keep his emotions intact now, do we?” 

“It’s not like that...” Eden muttered out, hands balling into fists until her knuckles were painted white. That was when she began deeply regretting her reckless behavior. 

The Captain stepped closer, cape flowing rapidly behind him; his now lethal expression barely concealed by the loose raven strands of hair. 

He jabbed his finger into Eden’s collarbone; making her swallow a hiss. 

“Oh, apologies, I suppose we should all trust you and the miniscule amount of common sense you seem to own by the way you’re backtalking. What is your name, cadet?” He said in an uncomfortably calm manner; eyes never leaving Eden’s pale face. 

“Chiasa. Eden Chiasa, sir.” She forced herself to salute him, using that as an opportunity to step back from him. Levi glared at her in annoyance. 

“Well, Chiasa, learn some manners before opening that mouth of yours. I’m assuming you’re itching to join the Scout Regiment by the way your eyes sparkled once we took over?” He paused, lips pursing in disgust as though the idea of her yearning for a spot in his Regiment made him nauseous. He stepped forward once more, his words completely throwing her over the edge as she basked in embarrassment, cheeks glowing red. 

“Let me tell you something; we’re not looking for idiots who can’t even watch after their own backs. We’re also not looking for brats thinking their filthy attitude will impress their superiors. I suggest you think before you make up your choice about where you truly belong.” With that, Levi turned his back to the freshly-graduated cadet, striding off in the direction Eren was dragged to. 

Eden stood there; eyes trained to the ground as she begged herself not to cry. She didn’t mean to offend the Captain; she was just looking out for her friend. She begged for a titan to pop out of nowhere and tear her to shreds. Levi’s first impression of Eden was that she was a snotty brat who couldn’t keep her mouth shut. 

Being part of the Scout Regiment was her reason to live. She ached to belong with that Squad. But now, the somber feeling of knowing that she forever fucked up her chances of ever being able to join them made her want to give up entirely.

She viciously chewed on her bottom lip; shrugging Armin’s gentle touch off of her shoulder. He backed up, having witnessed the girl’s conversation with the profound Captain.

"We need to go. Eren will be brought before the military tribunal. They’re deciding his fate...” Armin echoed, Mikasa darkly staring into oblivion beside him. Eden nodded, following her friends; eyes trailing back to the path Levi and Eren took. 

Swallowing hard, she stopped in her tracks and went exactly the opposite way of the military courthouse. Eden followed her instincts, assumptions leading her to believe that they would most probably keep Eren underground since they were in fear of him and his powers. She hid in the shadows, her tiny body concealed by the darkness as soldiers passed her, unaware that someone had broken into the temporary prison. 

She followed the deep voices, heart sinking with relief when she heard Eren’s distinct- somewhat whiny- voice. Just as she was about to turn and walk into the cell; Captain Levi walked out of the room with a taller man who’s blond hair was slicked and parted to the sides. 

Eden held her breath as they continued walking in the opposite direction; talking in hushed, gruff voices. 

Once they were out of sight; she slipped into the jail-room and held onto the bars; gently calling Eren’s name. He looked up, eyes widening in horror.

“Eden, what the hell are you doing here?” 

“I needed to make sure you’re okay. Have they told you where they’ll be taking you next?” Eren stared back at the determined girl, swallowing thickly as he gave her a tight nod. 

She nodded in response, eyes softening at the sight of her friend behind bars. “Whatever happens Eren, just know that we are beside you. I will not let them slaughter you out of fear, okay? Just stay strong, this situation will soon be over and done with...-” 

“Who are you?” A deep voice snapped at Eden, causing her to yelp in surprise. She turned to meet the sky-blue eyes of the tall, blond man from before. His thick, bushy brows were knitted together in confusion; a parallel to the lethal death glare the shorter man who stood stoically beside him sent Eden. 

She saluted them both formally. “My name is Eden Chiasa. I am a cadet from the 104th Southern Division and I was just making sure Eren was alright, sir!” She spoke in a loud, clear voice that echoed through the jail cell. The taller man looked surprised and Levi cringed, his blank eyes twitching ever so slightly.

“Eden Chiasa, huh? Part of the top ten graduates of the Southern Division, I heard. I’m Commander Erwin Smith, leader of the Scout’s Legion. Who told you to come here?” His eyes were much warmer than Levi’s; although it was probably because the latter man looked an second away from throwing her into the cell with Eren. 

“I-...no one. I was on my way to the military courtroom but I decided to follow Captain Levi after knowing that that was the path Eren was led through. I have no excuse for coming here uninvited and I completely understand if you feel like it’s necessary to remove me from the Cadet Corps...” Eden trailed off, ignoring the resentful “tch” that slipped through Levi’s thin lips. 

“I see. Are you two close friends then?” Commander Erwin inquired in the most nonchalant tone. It was as though they were acquaintances getting to know each other over a cup of coffee. He walked closer, eyeing Eren who sat looking as uncomfortable as ever. 

“We grew up together, sir. Back in Shiganshina.” Eden paused as she watched both men’s stares darkened at the mention of her home. “After the Titans broke through, we vowed to join the Scout Regiment and help claim back what was stolen from humanity. Please understand that Eren is not a monster. If you allow them to execute him; it would be a far greater loss than a win,” Eden trailed off, hands trembling at her sides. 

“We have a strategy, Eden. Plans that will be greatly disrupted by Eren’s demise. Though I cannot promise miracles, the Scout Regiment agrees with you,” Erwin remarked as two guards walked into the cell and pulled Eren to his feet. Eden watched as they silently dragged him out. 

The Commander stared at the young girl watching her friend exit. He was certainly impressed. Perhaps it was the exhaustion of leading one war after the other that made him more lenient in this instance. He pursed his lips as he raised an arm towards the exit. 

“Shall we then?” 

Eden shifted uncomfortably as she took a seat beside Captain Levi in the courtroom. Hushed voices and spitting insults were thrown at Eren as they shackled him in the center of the room. 

Levi snapped at her once after she accidentally kicked his boot, her blood turning into iced water under his hooded stare. Mumbling a quiet apology, she watched as the Supreme Commander silenced the entire courtroom. 

After some time had been wasted on throwing disrespectful and vulgar sneers from one side of the courtroom to the other; Pastor Nick ruthlessly ordered for a gun to be pointed towards the handcuffed Eren. Before Eden could release the breath she had been unknowingly holding in; the Captain beside her had risen from his seat, striding towards the prisoner. Instead of jumping up and defying the merchants and the pastor; Levi’s boot met Eren’s jaw with such shrill force, the crack of his neck echoed through the silenced courtroom. 

Eden sat in shock; her whole body petrified as she watched Levi beat Eren to a pulp. He towered over the boy menacingly before kneeing him in the face countless of time. 

“In my personal opinion, pain is the greatest tool for discipline,” Captain Levi seethed in an unnervingly composed voice before grabbing Eren by the hair. Eden flinched and Levi’s eyes snapped to the side. 

That seemed to provoke him because his fingers flexed in a way where Eden could visibly see his grip grow tighter. 

“You’ve fallen so low to the point where it’s easy to kick you around.” He kicked him again and again until Eren choked on his own blood, shaking as he lifted his eyes to meet the Captain’s dead ones. 

He slickly conversated with the Military Police and the Pastor; feeling obligated to ensure they know how useless they were. Out of fear, they wanted to dissect Eren and then dispose of him.

Raising a hand, Erwin intervened, proposing that Eren was placed under Captain Levi’s command; kept under constant surveillance until the Scout Regiment could figure out whether he was a pawn worth investing in. 

Levi stared at Erwin as he spoke. His bored eyes jumped from the Commander onto Eden and his frown grew deeper as her hot glare hoped he would burn. He scoffed, completely disregarding her as the Supreme Commander voiced his final decision. 

Eden shoved through the people seeping out of the courtroom, fuming at everyone and everything. Naturally, she was relieved that her friend would live another day; but to treat him like some experiment was sickening. Yes, she vowed to partake in the restoration of humanity; but to what avail? 

The girl nearly missed Commander Erwin’s beckon directed towards her. She turned and walked back, saluting him; completely overlooking the man beside the tall man.

“Albeit being impulsive; I can see you have Scout traits burning inside you. Will you join the Special Operation’s Squad and accompany them on their upcoming mission overseeing Eren?”

Eden’s mouth swiftly parted, eyebrows rising slightly as the breeze ran cool fingers through her short, inky waves of hair. Her eyes dripped with the color of melting honey as they landed on her future Captain; who stared down at her in a detached manner; clicking his tongue and walking back to his horse as soon as Eden’s head began bobbing in affirmation.

She was one step closer to achieving her goal; but one step further from impressing the man in charge of her new Squad team.

[angelsdevils]

Oishi x Reader

Title: My Princess Fluff No Warning

Oishi watched as you focused on doing your homework, you and Oishi was in the library. There wasn’t any tennis practice today, so Oishi got to spend more time with you. You didn’t know, but Oishi was absolutely in love with you. He was too shy to confess to you, but he knew that he wanted to spend more time with you. Oishi shook his head before you caught him staring, and he stared in his book. He looked at the problems but he couldn’t focus, when you were so close to him. 

“Oishi~kun. When is your next tennis match?” You asked, stopping from working on your problem, Oishi looked at you meeting your beautiful (e/c). He almost forgot to answer, but he came back to reality before thinking for a moment. “Uhm, it’s three weeks away. Why? What’s up?” Oishi asked, and you looked down playing with your shirt. You took a deep breath before giving him your smile, that took Oishi’s breath away every time.

“Well, my performance is tomorrow. I am getting really nervous and I was wondering if you would go, to you know cheer me on. I am really nervous, especially there is going to be no one that I know there as well. I would really like it if you showed up.” You said, Oishi smiled before nodding his head.

“Of course, if you want I can bring the entire tennis team if you want more supporters.” Oishi said, you thought about it for a moment. You were close with the tennis team, so them being there would do your nerves some good. 

“That would be great, thank you so much, Oishi~kun.” You said hugging him tightly, Oishi felt a small blush cover his cheeks but he hugged back. He rubbed your back, and you both stayed in the hugging position for a while. It felt right having you in Oishi’s arms, and he could smell the strawberries and cream shampoo you often used.

“You are welcome, after all you always support me in my matches. The least I can do is the same, plus I never seen you perform because you are too shy to sing in front of us.” Oishi said, you turned your head with a smile.

“Yeah, and tomorrow is a big deal. It’s my first time having such a big role, I play Princess Jasmine from Aladdin.” You say with a blush, Oishi gave you a wide smile before holding your shoulders gently. 

“That’s great, why are you just telling me this?” 

“I was a nervous wreck and everything. I still am.” You say rubbing your neck, but Oishi gives you a smile and grasp your hand gently which relaxes you. 

“You will do amazing, I know you will.” Oishi said, you nodded your head as he takes his phone out and began to text the group chat for the tennis team saying that you want their support at your performance tomorrow. You went back to working on your homework before finishing it, once you finished it you packed your bags and Oishi did the same.

“Everyone even Kaido and Tezuka is going to come support you.” Oishi said, you took a deep breath with a smile.

“Thank you so much, I won’t be so nervous...hopefully.” You say, and you both walk out of the school, Oishi walks you home. You both talked about a few things, and Oishi slowly slid his hand into yours. You almost didn’t notice if it wasn’t for him being closers and tracing circles on your hand. You looked up at him with a blush, and you noticed he had a blush on his cheeks as well. A silence filled the air, but it wasn’t awkward in fact it was really comfortable. He walked you to your porch and you gave him another hug before unlocking the door. 

“I will see you tomorrow, I have to be their early. So I will see you after the performance.” You say, and Oishi nods his head. 

“Yeah, you got this I know you do.” Oishi said, and you gave him a high five before going into your home. 

~time skip to the next day~

You were in the back of the stage, in your costume. Your hair was done exactly how Jasmine’s was, and you wore a bright blue dress that was beautiful. It made your skin glow, you looked in the mirror feeling extrememly nervous you could tell the auditorium was filled with people. This made you want to run and hide, but you were the main part of this world you had two songs to sing. You stood behind the curtain, and when the music began to play, you could hear ‘your’ Prince Ali sing as you both were standing hand in hand. Your eyes search for the crowd before seeing your tennis friends, there you also saw Oishi who had a wide smile on his face. You looked over at 

“I can show you the world: shining, shimmering, splendid.

Tell me, Princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?

I can open your eyes, take you wonder by wonder. Over, sideways,

And under on a magic carpet ride.”

“A whole new world, a new fantastic point of view, no one to tell us

“no” , or where to go. Or say we’re only dreaming. A whole new world, 

A dazzling place I never knew But when I’m way up here it’s crystal clear

That now I’m in a whole new world you. Now I’m in a whole new world with you.”

“Unbelievable sights, indescribable feelings. Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling. 

Through an endless diamon sky.”

“A whole new world (Don’t you dare close your eyes)

A hundred thousand things to see (Hold your breathl it’s gets better)

I’m like a shooting star, I’ve come so far, I can’t go back to where I used to be. 

A whole new world, with new horizons to pursue. I’ll chase them anywhere 

there’s time to spare. Let me share this whole new world with you.”

The song finished, and everyone began to clap and cheer for you two. You blushed, and smiled as the main male performer hugged you laughing, you laughed as well with a blush. Your eyes met Oishi and he was staring at you with that smile that made your heart pound. You both ran off of the stage, and several other performers went before it ended. When you left from behind the stage, Oishi and the tennis team was standing by your locker room. You blinked as Eiji hugged picking you up and spinning you around.

“E-Eiji let me down.” You laughed softly. 

“That was amazing (Y/N).” Momo said, patting your head as Eiji said. 

“I knew you could perform but never like that.” Inui said, you blushed at all of the compliments. You hid your face by looking down, but Oishi tilted your head up with a smile. 

“You did absolutely amazing. I knew you could do it... my princess.” Oishi said with a blush on his cheeks. Your eyes snapped to his, and he smiled as Eiji pushed him closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you both grew quiet. 

“Thank you Oishi~kun.” You say in a quiet voice.

“Oishi kiss your princess already.” Eiji said, that made your eyes widen. Oishi searched your eyes for any objections but he didn’t see any just confusion.

“I love you (Y/N), can I...kiss you?” He asked, you shyly nodded your head and he placed his lips on yours. You closed your eyes, and leaned more into the kiss. Ryoma’s eyes were covered by Momo’s hands, and everyone else was cheering besides Tezuka, Kaido, and Inui. Oishi parted before stroking some of the stray hairs out of your face. You buried your face into his chest, and he laughed softly holding you tightly. 

“So I am your girlfriend right?” You asked, and Oishi hummed. 

“Yeah, if you want to. I want you to be.”

“I would love too, because I love you too.” You say.

“(Y/N), I hate to ruin the cute moment  but we need the dress back.” Your musical performance teacher said, and you nodded pulling away from Oishi.

“Right I am coming.” You say, and Oishi nods letting you go. You smiled before going into the changing room.

“Finally he has his crush.” Momo said patting Oishi’s shoulder.

“Took him long enough.” Kaido mumbled. 

“I think they are perfect for each other.” Takashi said, and Eiji nodded his head.

“I agree, he liked her for a long time.” Eiji said ruffling his hair, remembering when Oishi, you and Eiji first met. It had been in their first years, you were smart, shy and perfect for Oishi yet he was too shy. 

“Geez guys.” Oishi said, rubbing his neck embarrassed. Once you changed into your regular clothes and removed the make up you left and you shyly took Oishi’s hand in yours. 

“Let’s get food.” Ryoma said, as his stomach growled. 

“Seems perfect, I refused to eat before my performance.” You said laughing softly. 

“Why?” Oishi asked concerned, and you gave him smile letting him know it was okay. 

“Eating for a performance when I am really nervous makes me sick.” You say.

“Makes sense, well lets feed you.” Oishi said. Everyone began to joke around, talking about your performance, others talked about the upcoming tennis match. You and Oishi was in the back with laced fingers, sharing kisses and small talk.

[crash-cinematic-universe]

Home

pairing: Peter Maximoff/reader

summary: Peter Maximoff wants to feel at home.

Song: Home by Cavetown

Warnings: insecurity issues, abandonment issues

other notes: holy fuck, i’m really proud of this one. Peter Maximoff deserves the world and I’m determined to give it to him. 

(gif is not mine, credit to @shhh-no-ones-home​)

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Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess

This avoids the stress of falling out of it

        Peter remembers the days he spent in his mother’s basement, lying on his bed absentmindedly staring at the ceiling. He remembers the crippling feeling of loneliness, the fear he felt during those late nights, the anger that festered in him every day he was alone. He didn’t believe in love-- at least, he didn’t think he could ever love or be loved. Of course, he loved his mother and his sisters, that was a given, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was dragging them down. He couldn’t shake the idea that he was a leech, a loser that was so emotionally drained all the time that he still lived in his mother’s basement at the age of 27. He didn’t think he really deserved love. Sometimes he made excuses for his feelings; every rom-com involves heartbreak, after all, and if he never fell in love he’d never have to feel that. But Peter couldn’t help but yearn for someone to love him, even if it did involve a bit of heartbreak. All Peter wanted was to feel at home.

Are you tired of me yet?

I'm a little sick right now but I swear

When I'm ready I will fly us out of here

        Peter remembers the day he met you. He remembers the way you smiled at him when he introduced himself, and the way butterflies erupted in his stomach and the way his heart skipped a beat any time you looked his way. He suddenly felt the need to be close to you, the urge to have you pay attention to him and only him. He got scared, scared that he was being too clingy, too needy, scared that you’d get sick of him and run away like everyone else. He may be the fastest man on Earth, but he could never keep up with those who ran away from him. He waited for the day that you’d snap, the day that you’d confess that he’s been nothing but a bother and a burden and that you wanted nothing to do with him. That day never came. Peter soon saw his fears grow into something much bigger. He was absolutely terrified of the fact that he was falling in love with you. The scariest part? He started to believe that you were falling in love with him, too. 

(Mmm) I'll cut my hair

(Mmm) To make you stare

(Mmm) I'll hide my chest

And I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh

        Peter remembers his schemes, his elaborate plans and stunts done only to get your attention. He remembers the day he walked into your classroom with bright red hair, he recalls the flabbergasted look on your face that preceded your faux cries of pain. He quickly dyed his hair back to it’s original silver hue the moment he realized you didn’t like it. He always finds himself smiling whenever he thinks of the way you stroked his hair the day it went from red to silver, the soft stroke of your gentle hands as you whispered into his ear. He leaned into your touch, and for a second, he wasn’t afraid of being in love. That was only for a second though, and the dreadful thoughts and beliefs that he was on borrowed time returned. He figured the only way to stay sane was to stay away from you. He soon discovered that being away from you was much, much worse than being afraid. 

Turn off your porcelain face

I can't really think right now and this place

Has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane

        Peter remembers the strong feeling of being completely overwhelmed. He remembers how many things he felt whenever he got too close to you. He always seemed confused, yet content. The mansion, however, was a different story. It never stopped being overwhelming, it sometimes got so bad that he had to find a corner and hide away for a while; he needed to shut off his brain. There were days where it got really bad, and Peter would refuse to leave his room, collapsing under the pressure of being an X-Man, of being a mutant, of just being Peter Maximoff. He thought he was going insane-- he really believed that he wouldn’t make it. But then you’d be there to comfort him, to keep him grounded in reality for a while, and he’d be all right. 

Are you dead?

Sometimes I think I'm dead

Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

        Peter remembers the times he spent with you in your room. He remembers the way he’d lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat as you’d gently stroke his hair and listen to the rain. He’d always been so hesitant when it came to physical affection; Peter was unimaginably touch starved yet so convinced that he didn’t deserve affection that he avoided it overall. Once he did allow physical affection, he couldn’t get enough of it. He was always craving it, always desperate to feel your skin on his. He relished every touch like it was the last, he lived in the warmth that you radiated for as long as he could each night because he was so very afraid that he’d be cold again. It was heaven. Every morning that he woke up in your arms felt like a dream, and he often wondered if he actually was dead. He wondered if a mission had gone south and he’d been sent to heaven where he could be with you forever. Every night he was afraid to fall asleep, he was so very afraid that you’d be gone when he woke up. He always fell asleep with a tight grip on you, pulling you as close as possible. Almost as if you were going to disappear.

(Ooh) My eyes went dark

(Ooh) I don't know where

(Ooh) My pupils are

But I'll figure out a way to get us out of here

        Peter remembers the feeling of utter emptiness the first time you fought. He remembers the shame he felt when you walk away from him, but he felt a dreadful, crippling fear overtake him more so than shame. He’d been reckless on a mission, he’d gotten too cocky during a fight and it almost cost him his life. He remembers seeing you walk into the hospital wing of the mansion and he remembers how horrible he felt when you started crying. He remembers how disappointed in him you were, how worried you seemed. Neither of you shouted, no voices were raised, but your words hurt worse than yelling ever could. You weren’t mean, no, you were concerned. You expressed how much you cared for him, how badly you wanted him to be happy and safe. He pushed you away, and the moment you left the room he broke down. Hank thought he was in pain due to his injuries, and Peter was too embarrassed to admit what he was crying about. He went to sleep cold that night. 

Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

His mind is in a different place

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

         Peter remembers the first time he discovered his mutation. He remembered running down the street with his friends and before he knew it he was 30 miles away from his house. Sometimes, when he sleeps, he hears their screams. They all called him a mistake, an abomination, a monster. After a while, he started to believe it. His friends all ran away, and Peter resided in the basement from then on. He did everything he could to be liked, to be accepted; he hid his mutation, broke 8 world records, hell, he even went to the Olympics and won. They had taken away his medals once they found out he was a mutant, recounted his records, and exposed him to the world. He shut himself off from the world, believing that all he’d ever be was a failure. An unlovable, mutant, monster. 

Get a load of this train wreck

His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

But little do we know, the stars

Welcome him with open...

        Peter remembers the days where the shame consumed him. He remembers the tears he shed alone in his basement. His intrusive thoughts and insecurities couldn’t be drowned out by any of his Pink Floyd songs. His past failures and disappointments couldn’t be diminished by his high scores he got on his stolen Ms. Pacman machine. There were days where he wished he could be anyone else. He projected himself onto the characters on his T.V. and in his video games. He adopted the personalities of all his favorite characters until he was a shadow of his former self, a mangled bunch of nothing that couldn’t cover up what Peter was. He got so confused, losing touch with who he was until he couldn’t tell the difference. He lost sight of where the fiction ended and Peter began. It was all so ironic, he was so desperate to be anyone other than Peter Maximoff and when he got his wish, he wanted nothing more than to be himself again. The shame only grew from there.

Get a load of this monster

He doesn't know how to communicate

His mind is in a different place

Will everybody please give him a little bit of space?

        Peter remembers the first time he saw you use your mutation. He remembers the way you moved through the air and sent little bursts of energy across the room. In that moment, Peter didn’t see you as a monster. He didn’t think you were unlovable or evil or a mistake. He thought you were amazing. He thought you were extravagant. He felt a swell of pride as you bested Warren in a fight, he loved you with all of his heart. It didn’t matter to him that you were a mutant-- he loved you regardless. That’s when he realized real love can’t be lessened or dampened by something as futile as a mutation. Peter realized everyone who called him a monster didn’t really care about him. He stopped thinking about them and started thinking about how much he loved you, how he’d lay down his life for you. Suddenly, Peter wasn’t so afraid.

Get a load of this train wreck

His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet

But little do we know, the stars

Welcome him with open arms.

Peter remembers the day that he realized he didn’t have to hide anymore. He remembers the way you’d told him he had nothing to be ashamed of. You had looked him in the eyes and told him you fell in love with Peter Maximoff, the clumsy, caring, gentle, kindhearted man that he was. You fell in love with Peter Maximoff and all of his hurt and insecurities and fears and shame. You fell in love with Peter Maximoff and his great taste in music and his unique sense of humor and his amazing ability to best anyone at Pacman. You fell in love with Peter Maximoff, the silver mutant who had previously believed he didn’t deserve love and that no one could ever really love him. You fell in love with Peter Maximoff and for the first time in his life, Peter wasn’t ashamed to be Peter Maximoff anymore. 

Time is

Slowly

Tracing his face

But strangely he feels at home in this place

        Peter is a bit older now, and so are you. Peter loves to look back on his life every now and then just to see how far he’s come. Peter isn’t ashamed, nor is he afraid. He’s content. He’s happy. He’s unashamedly himself. He’s married. He’s married to the first person he’s ever loved. He’s married to the only person who made him unafraid of love. He’s married to the only person who could keep him grounded when everything got too overwhelming. He’s married to the person who always kept him warm when he slept. He’s married to the person who only ever wanted him to be safe and happy. He’s married to the first person who made him unafraid. He’s married to the only person who showed him that being Peter Maximoff wasn’t a bad thing. He’s married to the only person who ever made him feel at home.

[addictofsupernatural]

Heat Cycle

Alec McDowell x reader

Summary: The reader is a transgenic, and just like Max, has feline DNA. As she goes through her heat cycle, she finds it extremely hard to resist her fellow transgenic.

Warning: sexual themes (smut)

Word Count: 2889

This was bad. Very bad. You hated when this happened. Your heat cycle was here. It happened every so often, and got more intense as the days grew. You usually never gave in, not wanting to be some slut. It was painful, but you went through it anyways.

"Damn girl, you sure you don't want us to tell Normal that you're sick?" Original Cindy asked.

"No, it's okay, I should be good." The three of you were sitting at the counter eating breakfast in your shared apartment. "If I do anything that I wouldn't normally do, just slap me or something, okay?"

Original Cindy nodded her head. Max spoke up. "You mean if you do something around Alec?" You gave her a look. "I still don't get what you see in him."

"You don't give him enough props." You respond, Max annoyedly looking at you. "He's actually nice and funny..." Your mind trailed off to other things about him. "...and hot and muscular. God, that face too, and his-" You were cut off by a smack to the back of the head by Original Cindy. "Thanks." You weakly said.

"It's all good, boo." She put her mug into the sink. "C'mon, we got a long day ahead of us." Max responded with an mmhm as she eyed your already wrecked form.

You got to work and tried your best to avoid eye contact with the men, barely making it through three deliveries. You were twitchy and wobbly, the pain increasing. Then Alec came.

He's had eyes for you ever since Manticore was burned down. Ever since he met you, he always found your smile compelling. You were always smiling and giggly when you were with Max or him, considering that you two were paired off together but refused to do anything with him.

He figured that you wouldn't go out with him right off the bat, so he took his time. Despite what Max thinks, he was actually a good hearted person with a softer side. At least that's what you told him. And if you were able to see the good in him that nobody else saw, then he was willing to take his time and go at your pace with things.

He went over to say hi, but knew something was wrong. You were sweating a lot and looked weak. Not only that, but as he got closer, he smelled something off of you. You smelled sweet and intoxicating.

He leaned next to against the locker and you didn't notice him because of your locker door being open. "Hey." You jumped, causing him to smirk.

You looked away from him. "Hi." You squeaked.

He took your shoulder, causing you to look at him. "Something wrong?" He looked at your eyes, widened and dilated. Something inside of you overpowered you, and you gave in. You shoved him against the lockers, staring at his lips. "Woah! What the hell?!"

You ran your finger over his plump bottom lip. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked down at you. "You could help me." You said, the words barely coming out as a whisper.

Your smell was becoming too much to handle. It drove him crazy with need for you, and it seemed to do the same for you. "Y/n, what-"

He was cut off by Original Cindy, who grabbed you off of him and punched you in the face. Alec just watched this in shock and confusion. Being as you were a transgenic, the punch didn't hurt you at all. "Alright girl, time to go home."

You nodded, looking ashamed. "Okay."

She took you over to Normal, who didn't look up. "Normal, girl needs a sick day. She ain't feeling well."

He was cleaning his glasses. "Yeah right you lazy freaks. You're just trying to blow off work."

"Normal, I'll buy you a new headset, just please-" you cut yourself off as you were about to collapse, your friend holding you up.

Normal then got a good look at you. "Woah, you look terrible. Yeah, maybe you're right. Take the rest of the day off, I don't want you scaring people on deliveries."

"Thank you." You said, Original Cindy pushing you towards your bike so you could ride home.

Alec stood next to Max as they both watched this happened. "What's wrong with her?" He said, his voice full of concern.

Max didn't like that. "Why should you care? It's none of your business anyways."

"I care because she doesn't look well." Alec responded, annoyed. "Maybe I could help."

"You're not going near her." Max said between gritted teeth.

"Girl's in heat." Original Cindy said. Unlike Max, your other friend wanted the two of you to be together. You were happier around him, and he was obviously into you. "It's cause of her feline DNA."

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Like a bitch." Max simply responded. He need to hear anything else. He started to head to Normal, but was yanked back by Max. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Y/n's in pain, Max. I'm not gonna do nothing about it." She tried to shove him again but failed as he quickly dodged her and headed to Normal. "Hey, Normal, I think I'm gonna go see y/n. Make sure she's okay."

He was focusing on his clipboard. "Sure thing. I'm glad somebody gives a damn about others now and days." Alec was always the favorite.

He quickly followed your scent, riding his bike to your apartment. He asked around where you lived, and went up to your floor and knocked on your door. You opened it, looking at the ground. "Hey. Can I come in?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." You mumbled.

He stepped forward, and you hid behind the door a little. "I know what's wrong. Let me help." You widened your eyes that were still fixed on the ground. "It's okay, you can trust me. I just want to help."

You then looked up at him, eyes full of lust. "It hurts Alec."

"Let me take the pain away." He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He then put his hands on your hips and brought you forward. You dropped your head on his shoulder, feeling helpless and weak. Alec felt that you were feeling this, and wanted for you to feel better about yourself. He gently grabbed your chin, lifting your head. "Can I kiss you?"

The fact that he asked permission made you feel happy inside. Instead of taking over and doing as he wanted with you, he asked you if it were okay. No matter what anybody says, he truly is a good person.

"Please." The word came out as a small whimper.

You put your hands on his shoulders as he pulled you towards him, leaning down to connect his lips with yours. You then began to walk backwards, tugging him with you. Once you were in your shared room with Max, he kicked the door closed.

You guided him to your bed, and you broke the kiss to lay down. He stared at you as he kicked off his shoes, waiting and ready for him. You looked hotter than he ever could have imagined.

He kneeled on the bed, each knee beside your sides. He tugged you up and pulled your shirt over your head, taking a second to admire you. Although you were impatient for him to do something, you still looked away from him and squirmed under his stare.

He smiled. You were in heat right now, but you still felt embarrassed in front of him. As you looked away from him, he leaned into you and kissed your neck, soft and tenderly. He left a wet trail down your neck to your chest, stopping as he got to your bra.

As he pulled back to look at you, he began to suck his thumb in his mouth, maintaining eye contact with you. He used his other hand to unclasp your bra, pulling it off of you as he brought his finger out of his mouth.

He then started to rub one of your nipples with the wet thumb, swirling it as it hardened. He then put his mouth on the other nipple sucking and swirling it with his tongue as he flicked the other one. You began to breathe hard as he did this.

You wrapped your legs around him, grinding into his stomach for any sort of relief. He stopped with he was doing and pushed your hips down on the mattress. You tried to use your strength to escape his grasp, but he forcefully pushed it back down.

"Don't forget sweetheart," he said as he leaned his face back down. "You're not the only one with enhanced abilities."

His words made the area in between your legs tingle, and you felt your panties becoming damp. He kissed down your stomach, popping open the button to your pants and yanking them down.

An amazing idea then crossed his mind. You were in heat, and he had to make sure that you felt completely better when this was over.

He sat up and went to sit at the back of the bed, his back against the wall. You groaned in frustration, sitting up as well.

"Come here." He held out his hands, and you smiled. You excitedly straddled his lap. He placed your left leg in between his legs, so that you straddled his thigh instead. "Move on it."

You pouted. "But what about you?" You were dying for his cock, and he was just teasing you. A wicked smile came across your face, and you leaned your chest into him, pressing your breasts to his shirt. You started to kiss him just below his ear, palming him through his pants. "I want you to feel good too."

He began to breathe harder, but then grabbed your hand. "Slow down there. We don't want this to end too quickly, do we?" His smirk made you even more horny. "I said I was going to take the pain away, right?"

"Alec-"

He gently gripped your hips and pushed you down onto his thigh, making you moan out. He kissed just below your ear. "Move." He whispered, and you did as you were told.

You began to grind yourself back and forth on his thigh. You were a whimpering mess as Alec was busy sucking and kissing your shoulder. The smell of each other was intoxicating, and you felt drunk off of it. Soon Alec craved more, and took over. He gripped your hips and moved them across his thigh, making you hungrily kiss him as you moaned into his mouth from pleasure.

You soon felt yourself spasm around nothing, breathing hard. "How do you feel?"

"It feels better. Still hurts a bit."

"Oh, don't you worry sweetheart. This is far from over." You sigh and smile at him, causing him to kiss you tenderly as he brought you down, your back on the bed. "Relax." You nodded and closed your eyes after looking at Alec's amazing smile.

He kissed your clit, making you sharply moan. He chuckled and kissed your core, making you whine. "Alec!"

"Okay, I'll be nice." He then licked all the way up to your clit. You bucked your hips up, making him hold them down. "No moving."

"Sorry." You breathed out. "Hurts."

He then slid in a finger to your hole easily, thrusting in and out at a moderate pace. Soon he added a second finger, causing you to be a moaning mess. You still felt a little embarrassment, but you needed this.

"Close!" He then latched his mouth onto your clit, causing you to come, hard.

He got off the bed and began to undress, your eyes never leaving each other. When he finally took off his boxers you rubbed your legs together for any type of friction. "I need to be ready for you."

He didn't need to say any more. You sat up as he sat down on the bed in front of you. You quickly crawled to him, pressing a kiss to his lips before smiling and gently grabbing his cock. His breath hitched as you slowly began to pump him with both hands. You then took one of your hands and began to massage the tip with your thumb, spreading what was leaking to the whole dick.

He suddenly stopped you, taking your hands away as he began to tenderly kiss your neck. You then leaned down and brought him with you. He grabbed his dick and rubbed it along your hole, causing your hand to fly to his hair, gently tugging on it. He slipped in without a problem and began to move. With each thrust he went faster and faster, trying to find your g-spot but was having a hard time in this position.

Right before you reached your edge he pulled out, causing a frustrated moan from you. "Turn around. On all fours." You quickly complied. The raspiness of his voice indicated that he was close as well.

He entered your dripping core and immediately began pounding into you. With each thrust he brushed against your g-spot, making you a screaming, moaning mess. With each other's enhanced speed, you were able to match his very quick thrusts. As you thought that you were going to burst, he brought his fingers to your clit and began furiously rubbing it. You screamed his name, squirting on him. He followed you not long after.

As he pulled out and calmed down he began gingerly kissing your jaw line. "Where's a towel?"

"Bathroom." You lazily said. "The blue one." He then brought back the towel and cleaned the both of you up. He went next to the two of you and laid down beside you, draping your blanket over the both of you. He engulfed you in his arms and closed his eyes. Although you were also tired, you pushed away a little. "Wait, we need to talk about-"

"I know, we will." He replied gently, pulling you back into him. He brought the heat of your body against his chest, and buried his face in your hair, loving the smell.

"Promise?"

You felt him chuckle. "Promise." You looked up and gently kissed him. "What was that for?" He smiled.

"In case you don't feel the same way I do in our talk." You then snuggled back in his chest, quickly falling asleep. Once he felt you sleeping, he breathed a sigh in relief. So you felt the same way he did. He kissed your head and soon also fell asleep.

When you woke up, he wasn't in the bed. Your blanket was covering your body. You sat up and buried your face in your hands. So he didn't feel the same way.

You heard something coming from outside of your room and immediately stood, picking up the first thing you saw and putting in on, which was a shirt. When you went to go see what it was, it was Alec going through your fridge. He turned around. "Oh, hey." He playfully pointed at you. "Do you know how to make bacon?"

"Uh, yeah." You said, walking over to the kitchen. He happily took the bag of bacon out and placed in on the counter.

"You look surprised." He said as he leaned on the counter.

"I thought you left." You refused to look at him, and instead drew your attention to the bacon.

"You're wearing my shirt." You looked down and wanted to slap yourself. You then looked at him to see that he was only in his boxers. You then awkwardly put the bacon on a pan, turning on the stove to start making them. Alec smiled in response. He then slyly wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his head on your shoulder. "You said you wanted to talk."

"I do." You kept your voice as straight as possible.

"What do you want to talk about?" He moved away the hair from your shoulder and began to gingerly kiss your shoulder.

"I think you know."

"You want me to go first?" His kisses were traveling up your neck.

"Yes." You said, a lot quieter that you wanted.

He then kissed the side of your jaw, cooing in your ear, "I want to be more than friends, if that's what you even think of me now. I think you deserve to be dating someone exclusively, and I don't mind being faithful. So what do you say, will you go out with me?"

You turned off the stove and turned towards him with a big smile on your face. You brought him in for a big kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and him wrapping his arms around your waist in return. "I'd love to."

[knybits]

Hello,, May I please request for a romantic match up?, I prefer male but either is fine I’m a she/her, and I’m a bit uncomfortable on telling my age but I assure that I’m still legally not aloud to drink, so I’m underaged I tend to care for other people rather than taking care of myself, based on what my friends say I’d rather see you smile and leave my sad self alone, I’m a chaotic loud but can also be nuetral -1

This might throw you off a lil but ill explain why you two would match up so well :,) 

I’ve matched you with Sabito!! He’s rougher around the edges bc he’s a strict teacher but honestly his heart is so big (see: the fact that he tried to save every demon slayer during his final selection test) you two seem like a super strong duo since he’s all fighting and you’d be super good at observing, most likely figuring out demon patterns and their blood art and just the two of you would be unstoppable and people fear this combo. You’re both very patient people though, so your relationship would seem very much like a peaceful paradise. (also lets pretend he didnt die (f) and you two are happy asf)

When you’re sick: 

Hes a wreck

Lmaooo makomo has to beat him into making sure he takes care of you bc he doesnt know what to do

After the first time you get sick he’s basically a pro tho 

Also urokodaki knows a lot of herbal medicine so he teaches sabito how to take care of you too

Where you two fell in love: 

Underneath the wisteria trees after the two of you get out of final seletion safe and sound

The amnt of relief he feels seeing you alive is what makes him realize his feelings for you and vice versa 

Also you look STUNNING with that purple glow 

First kiss: 

You said smthn to embarrass him so he hid his face behind his mask 

But you kiss his mask anyway and he’s NOT HAPPY LMAO 

Decides to suprise you by taking his mask off and giving you a quick peck so now youre BOTH red in the face but thats love huny 

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Haunted 2

A/N:  This is the second chapter for a finished series, the links for which are on my mistresslist. 

Lying in bed that night, you knew that you should be frightened, but you weren’t.  Oliver, on the other hand…you buried your nose in the covers to hide your smile.  Oliver had been terrified.  Sure, he covered it with bluster, and bravado, ripping the computer from the desk, and flinging it across the room, hurting his injured arm in the process, but you had seen it.  That bright shine of fear in his eyes.  Beautiful.

Of course none of this helped his mood.  He had been short and snappish with you all day, far more than usual, the only difference being that while he normally tried to maintain a veneer of civility, which could wear away instantly, now he was all mouth and no trousers.  The pointed comments dug at your already low self-esteem, but you’d take them any day over another bruise to cover, another split lip to explain away, another dislocated joint to nurse. 

Kicking your legs excitedly under the covers, you laughed silently.  Maybe the house was haunted. Maybe this would all end in disaster, you didn’t know.  All you knew was, for the first time in months, you were starting to feel safe again.  Wrapping your arms around yourself, you indulged in a long soundless sigh.  

You turned over and grabbed your phone, ready to finally catch up on some light reading.  This time, you made it three chapters into the fourth book of the Vampire Huntress series before you closed your eyes to blink, and were out like a light.

It’s you

He nodded.  

Why?

Shrugging, he turned, not meeting your eyes.  No one deserves to be treated like that.  

I don’t understand.

He turned back, tossing his hair out of his eyes, and dimpling.  Don’t try.  Isn’t this nice?  It’s quiet here.  It’s safe, here.  I made this for you.  

You nodded, but you were wary.  Are you going to hurt us?

I would never hurt you!

You frightened him.

But not you.

No.  Not me.

***

Morning dawned, and you stretched, deliciously well-rested.  Well-rested? Leaving your room, you tiptoed to check on Oliver.  He was curled into a ball on the bed, covers over his head, snoring slightly.  

Wrinkling your nose derisively, you went to start breakfast.  

Oliver stumbled in just as you were setting the table, sitting heavily down in a chair, hair wild, still in his pajamas.  You expressed no surprise, but inside your eyebrows were dusting your hairline.  Oliver never stayed in his pajamas after rising.  The only time he was anything less than perfectly turned out is when he was deathly sick  “Did you hear that, last night?” he asked hoarsely.

“Hear what?”

“It was like a steady…smacking noise.  Like someone walking around my room, over and over, slowly slapping their hand against the wall, all night.”

“I’m sorry. I heard nothing.”

Oliver nodded distractedly, and began to eat.  That, in itself was surprising, as well.  Usually, he couldn’t resist a well-placed barb referencing your ostensible obliviousness.  

Reaching inside your pocket, you palmed the cuff-links.  They pulsed warmly in your hand.  So.  “What time do we have to be at sajangnim’s house?”

“Hm?”

Again, you hid your surprise at his level of distraction.  Usually Oliver was like a shark, hearing everything everyone said, with a perfect answer at the ready.  “What time do we have to be at sajangnim’s house, for dinner?”

He thought a moment.  “Yes, the dinner.  Five o’clock.”

Nodding, you leaned forward to begin your breakfast.

***

Upon your arrival at sajangnim’s house, Oliver was once more perfectly turned out.  You could see your face in the shine of his shoes.  

He rang the buzzer at the gate and, after identifying himself, you were buzzed inside the courtyard.  

Samonim greeted you at the door, looking as poised and elegant as ever. “Welcome!  Don’t you look lovely, my dear!” she gave you air kisses, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.  

“Thank you, samonim.  You’re looking as beautiful, as ever.”  That was an understatement.  The woman was too beautiful to be human, and the mere idea of the staggering amount of work and preparation that must go into that level of perfection was exhausting.

“You’re too kind.  Please, come inside!”

Following her, you found sajangnim in the living room, setting up the table for baduk. You could feel Oliver’s tension at your back.  He hated losing, and was a pretty good baduk player, but he was also smart enough not to beat his boss.  

“Welcome, welcome!” sajangnim bellowed off-handedly, waving you both closer.  “Are you ready to lose, Oliver-sshi?”

Oliver waggled a perfectly manicured finger.  “I don’t know.  I may beat you, yet, sajangnim!”

“Eh, well, we’ll see, we’ll see,” sajangnim muttered, still carefully lining up the pieces.

The night progressed as dully as you had imagined it would, with samonim name dropping–uselessly, as you didn’t know any of the people she mentioned–and detailing her last several major purchases, and sajangnim beating Oliver in three successive games, before dinner was served.  

At least the dinner was delicious.  You couldn’t fault the ahjumma who had prepared and served it, and you ate everything with relish.  

“Your girlfriend eats well!” sajangnim said to Oliver.  He had already downed 9 shots of soju.

Oliver turned to you, his eyes full of censure.  

Sajangnim waved a hand at you.  “Please, eat more!  I love to see young people enjoying their food.  Everyone’s so worried about their figures nowadays.  Just eat healthily, and you’ll be fine!”  

You surreptitiously eyed his wife.  The woman was a stick.  Well…a very elegant, very expensive stick. Stomach twisting, you continued to eat, but at a much slower rate.  Honestly, you wished that you were as thin as she.  You knew that Oliver did.  Oliver liked neat things, and any spare flesh was up for attack.  He kept himself up to stringent standards, and expected everyone else to do the same.  You looked down, trying to keep your face neutral, trying to hide your distress.  You knew that you would hear about this tonight.

***

The car was silent as Oliver drove home, his jaw tight.  

You watched the buildings pass, thinking of where your life would have been had you not decided to follow him.  

He broke the silence.  “Must you embarrass me everywhere we go?”

“I’m sorry,” you said dully.  The phrase no longer held any meaning.  

“Don’t be sorry, be better!  Do better!  Is it so hard to behave like a decent human being?!”

“I don’t think that sajangnim was being sarcastic,” you ventured.

Oliver’s voice rose in disbelief.  It had been months since you had actually answered one of his patented wickedly barbed rhetorical questions.  “Are you kidding me?!” he yelled, his face turning a mottled shade of scarlet.  “That’s called good breeding, or are you too stupid to even realize when someone is being polite?”

Without thinking, you sighed.  

Oliver turned to you, his face twisted.   “Are you exasperated?  Are you angry?  Do you think that you’ve done anything right?!  You know what, when we get home, I’ll give you something to sigh about!”  Turning back to the street, he gave a sudden shriek, and sharply turned the wheel.  

You looked forward just in time to see the man from your dreams, standing casually in the street.  The car went through him, veered to the side, and hit the back of another vehicle that had stopped at a stoplight.  

Oliver’s head crashed into the steering wheel, but your airbag deployed.  You lay there in surprise for several moments.  You had been given to understand that being struck by an airbag was anything but pleasant, and yet it had seemed as if there were almost a cushion of air between you and it, absorbing most of the impact of the blow.  Looking over, you saw Oliver sit up groggily, then look about wildly.  Turning to you, he rasped, “Did you see it?”

“See what?”

“That thing in the street?”

You were silent.  A sharp rap on the window brought your attention to the officer standing beside Oliver’s door.  He didn’t look pleased.  

Oliver rolled down the window.  “Officer, there’s a thing in the street; you have to go check!”

“A…thing,” the officer rejoined laconically.

“Yes, sir!” Oliver said, nodding hysterically.  

“Alright.  Would you care to describe for what sort of…thing I should be looking?”

“It looked like a man, but…but…a dead man!”

“A dead man.”  Both the officer’s expression, and voice, were flat.

Oliver nodded again, peering beyond the car to see if he could still see the apparition.  “It was horrible!  He was all putrescent and grey, and his eyes…”

The officer stared at Oliver, his expression deadpan.  “You’re telling me that you swerved to avoid a…zombie?”

“What?  No, that’s ridiculous!  I mean, I know that what I’m saying sounds ridiculous, but–”

The officer leaned closer, and sniffed.  “Sir, have you been drinking?”

Oliver’s mouth worked, but nothing emerged.  “Sir, I had a few drinks with dinner, but I assure you that I’m not–”

“Please step out of the car.”

Oliver looked over at you, his expression helpless.  

You widened your eyes in apparent sympathy, trying to convey that there was nothing that you could do.  

Despite the scent of soju still lingering on Oliver’s breath, he passed the sobriety test with nothing more than a reckless driving ticket.  Since the car wasn’t wrecked, he was allowed to drive it home, though it would need some body work.

***

You were stiff as you entered the house, nervous that he would take all of this out on you.  

Oliver, however, wordlessly wandered into the master bedroom, and quietly shut the door.

As you lay in bed, having taken a couple of sleeping pills to ensure that you would fall asleep quickly, you thought over the evening’s events. You still weren’t frightened, but the manifestations were escalating, and it was past time to find out what was happening.  You had watched enough horror movies to know that it was the complacent one, the one who insisted that nothing was going on, who usually ended up dead, first. Though you weren’t particularly fond of your currently life, you had no desire for it to end.  

You chuckled mirthlessly.  The funny thing was, after living with the real boogie man for so long, you couldn’t really muster the enough energy to be frightened of anything else.  Yawning, you felt your muscles relax as tiredness washed over you in waves.  They dragged you under, pulled you further from consciousness, until–

***

Are you alright?

I’m fine.  Was that you, tonight?

He nodded, looking down at his shoes.  I thought that he was going to hit you.

So, you made him crash?

He looked up, panic distorting his features.  I didn’t think that he was going to crash!  I thought that he would just be frightened, and stop thinking about yelling at you.  I didn’t…I didn’t really think it though…I’m sorry.  He hung his head.  I tried to keep you safe.

So…that was you, too?  With the airbag?

He nodded.  When I realized what was happening, I just…I can’t stand the idea of you being hurt.  

Why do you care so much?

I know what it’s like.

***

Your eyes opened to the dark.  A soft shuffling noise was coming from the living room.  Climbing out of bed to investigate, you saw Oliver, wide-eyed, sitting on the couch, casting his gaze about him as if there were a threat behind every shadow.  You checked your watch.  3 AM. Silently, you closed the door, and crawled back into bed.  Closing your eyes, you were asleep almost immediately, and–

***

You stared up at him in silent shock.  You?

He looked so ashamed.  Reluctantly, he nodded again, not looking at you.

I’m sorry, but…how?

His eyes, shining with tears, met yours.  Harabeoji.  Abeoji.  

You faltered.  Then, reaching out a hand, you grasped him firmly by the arm.  Not knowing what else to do, you just stood there, connected. You’re…you’re…

I’m dead.  

I’m so sorry.  It was the first time in months that those words held any sincerity.  Are you…are you…a vengeful ghost?

He smiled sadly, then put a hand over yours.  I wasn’t.  Until I saw how he was treating you that first night, how he spoke to you.  It all sounded so familiar.  

How?

Can’t you guess?

Thinking a moment.  Then, The cuff-links.  

He flashed a brief, sad grin at you.  

I don’t understand…  

He sighed, and the formless void that you had heretofore not even noticed morphed and clarified into a beach at sunset.  Taking your hand, he began to slowly guide you along the shore.  My family was–is–poor.  I mentioned abeoji and harabeoji, but omoni was abusive, as well.  The only person who was ever kind to me was halmoni, but she was old, and broken, and she couldn’t protect me.  

I used to wake up before dawn to go to school to study, so that I could spend as much time away, as possible. The janitors would feed me.  As soon as I was old enough, I got a job, and that guaranteed that I was at home even less. By senior year, all that studying paid off, and I got a full scholarship to university.  

I had saved almost all of the money that I had made, and so I moved away.  I was selfish.  I never thought about my grandmother, only myself.  Years later, after school, grad school, and the military–after I finally had a good job, I decided to visit halmoni.  I was hoping…I was hoping that she would come with me…  He laughed regretfully.  It was my birthday…

When I came home, halmoni was alone.  She was so happy to see me…  I wanted to ask her to come with me, but before I could, she said that she had something for me…

The cuff-links.  

Bestirring himself, he nodded.  She had saved for years, and then when I never came back, she had kept them, hoping that I would return one day, so that she could give me something nice…to let me know that she was proud of me…  

His hand tightened on yours, but you said nothing.

He sighed, and dropped his hand, seemingly realizing that he had been gripping you too tightly.  You slid your hand back inside his, and he looked down at you, tears turning his eyelashes into stars.  

Smiling tentatively up at him, you nodded encouragingly.  Take your time.

You walked along in silence for a long while.  

Finally, sighing, he continued.  She agreed.  I had gone upstairs to start packing for her, when I heard it.  Those sounds…they were so familiar. I ran downstairs, and harabeoji was beating her…again.  This time, I couldn’t take it.  I was bigger than him, now, and I…broke.  

I hauled him off of her, and hurled him across the room.  I was yelling–and then I was on him–hitting him over, and over.  All I could see was red, all I could hear were halmoni’s tears.  I didn’t even know that abeoji was there, until he hit me…right across the back of my neck…  I don’t…really remember a lot after that, except flashes, and pain.  I was finally bigger and stronger than either of them, but…I couldn’t win against the both of them.  

The last thing that I remember…is lying there…and everything was so dark…all I could see was halmoni…  She was in the corner, and she was crying…  I could tell that her leg was broken…  She was trying to drag herself over to me, but she kept slipping, in…  She was all I could see.  She was so light…like she was filled with light–like she was made of it…  Then all I could see were her eyes, but they were so beautiful that I didn’t mind.  I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t feel my body, but I could feel her love.  

Tears were silently rolling down your cheeks, and you self-consciously brushed them away.  

He gathered you to his chest, stroking the back of your hair, slowly rubbing your back, as you gripped his shirt, sobbing for his loss.  

***

The next morning, you found Oliver still on the couch, sleeping, though there were dark circles under his eyes.  Though you were loath to touch him, you tapped him on the shoulder.  “Oliver.  It’s time to wake up. You’re going to be late for work.”

He awoke all at once, flailing.

You ducked out of the way of his spastic limbs, holding up your arms in self-defense.  

Realizing that it was just you, he noticeably relaxed.  “Sorry,” he muttered, rubbing a hand roughly over his face.  “I thought…never-mind.  Did you…” he looked up at you, his voice tentative.  “Did you hear anything…last night?”

“I took some sleeping pills.  I didn’t hear anything unusual.”

“It was like a scratching,” he muttered, no longer paying attention to you.  “All night…in the walls…back and forth, like someone crawling, and scratching, scratching to get in…”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

He seemed to return to himself.  “Hm?  Oh…never-mind.  I don’t have time for this.  I have to get ready for work.”  Throwing off the covers, he strode to the master bedroom, but hesitated just outside the door. “You’re going to call the HVAC guy today, right?  About the thermostat?”

“Sure,” you offered, not adding that he knew very well that there was nothing wrong with the thermostat.  “I’ll call in, let them know that I’m not coming today.”

He nodded.  Visibly gathering his courage, he stepped into the room.  

You were just turning to start coffee, when you heard a low, pained moan. Following the sound, you found Oliver in the middle of the master bedroom, pupils dilated, face sheened with sweat as his eyes slowly surveyed the room.  You tracked his gaze.  

The walls were covered in scratches, gouges.  Most of them were concentrated about two feet off of the floor, as if something had been crawling, or crouching, and scratching.  Leaning your head outside, you saw that the wallpaper in the hallway, and the living room had suffered the same fate.  Though most of the scratches were near the floor, there were a few here and there further up, and a few improbably high up the walls, as if whatever it was didn’t have to obey the same rules of gravity.

Turning, you rushed to the guest room, where you had slept.  It was clear.

Returning to the master bedroom, you noticed that Oliver’s shaking breaths were escaping in white puffs, as if he were outside on a freezing winter’s night, yet the temperature for you was perfectly fine.  

Turning, he looked at you, his eyes wide, and staring.  When he spoke, however, his voice was steady.  “While you’re at it, call someone to come fix this wallpaper too, alright?”  He looked as if he were pushing through by sheer grit.

You nodded.  

He turned, walked to the bathroom, and quietly closed the door.  

As you left, you heard soft, plaintive sounds coming from the restroom.  Oliver was crying.

You smiled.

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uchiha Itachi/Uchiha Shisui Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Kagami, Uchiha Mikoto, Uchiha Fugaku Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, mostly pre-slash, Rating May Change, No Underage Sex, Not promising regular updates Summary:

Snippets of Shisui's life, often revolving around his favorite, albeit rather withdrawn, cousin.

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October came and went, Shisui’s smile waxing and waning with the moon. Even Halloween had little flare, the chill in the air flushing his cheeks red and cracking the skin of his palms.

After November began too soon, he briefly considered making a fuss - but the dark circles under his mom’s eyes gave him pause, and the ever-growing distant look on his father’s face made up his mind.

Instead, Shisui sat in the floor of his room with a few of his old toys around him, quietly celebrating his late birthday with an imaginary too-sweet cake and hand-me-down presents.

His mother startled him awake the next morning with near desperate shaking of his shoulder. “Shisui, you sleep like the dead!” Shisui sat up, barely aware of his mother’s huffing and grumbling as he rubbed at his eyes.

“Kaa-san, it’s Saturday.” He continued to whine as his mother went about his room. She stopped at the toys in his floor, still placed in a semi-circle from his late-night celebration, and tisked before shoving them all into his toy basket.

“Must you leave your floor a wreck? And no, it’s Sunday - come on, Shisui, you need to get dressed.”

He held back a groan, but only barely, as she searched through his clothes for who-knows-what. As she went on mumbling to herself, he turned his head, eyeing his pillow briefly before shrugging and flopping back down. He threw the top of his futon over his head and once again was graced by the blissful warmth and darkness.

When his mother woke him up again, she was practically hissing in anger. She tossed his clothes down on the bed next to him, demanding he put them on quickly before coming down for breakfast.

“And,” she stopped in the doorway, a hand on the doorknob and her eyes narrowed, “do not. Make me come dress you.” She shut his door hard, the frame shaking slightly and leaving the room quiet.

Shisui pouted, fiddling with his night shirt. It was probably best to do as she said. He wasn’t the smartest kid in his class - his no-better-than-average grades would testify to that - but he could tell she was getting angry, and he hated when his mom was angry with him. So he abandoned the warmth and comfort of his futon, this time not bothering to hold back his groan, wondering where they could be going in such a hurry on a Sunday.

He got dressed quickly and headed out to the living room, sticking his legs under the kotatsu as he settled in - it wouldn’t be turned on for at least another month, but it was still warmer underneath the blanket. While he waited for breakfast, he poked at a small hole in his pants, rolling his eyes around the living room in hopes something would catch his attention.

The living room was small. Everything here was smaller - the bathroom, the kitchen, his room. There wasn’t even a balcony here for his mom’s plants like their last place. He remembered she had looked sad giving most of them away when they moved here.

They’d only been here a few months, and Shisui still didn’t like it. There was no upstairs, their neighbors were too loud, and everything felt too tight and too big all at once. Thinking about it for too long made his head and chest hurt.

His mother brought two plates from the kitchen and sat across the kotatsu from him. Leftover curry and rice. He scrunched up his nose but said nothing, picking up his spoon to at least poke at a carrot or two.

She didn’t let him laze around like usual, rushing them both out of the house and ignoring Shisui’s grumbling protests.

“Kaa-san, are we going to the shrine?” They were already walking down the stairs to the train station when he bothered to ask. Every month or so she would drag him to the local shrine. It hadn’t been something they’d done when he was younger, at least as far as he remembered, but it wasn’t like he minded the trips. He liked walking through the gardens, even if his mom often had to scold him for being too loud.

“No, we’re visiting my sister.” The gate beeped as they went through, his mom sticking their train card back in her wallet as they walked down yet another set of stairs.

Shisui frowned, scuffing his feet on the ground as they stopped to wait for the next train. He remembered he had an aunt. Sort of. She had long hair...and she was pale.. And she was at the doctor’s when- “Oh! The one who had akachan?” He’d only seen his baby cousin once, the one with really small hands and fingers and toes. “I forgot his name.”

“Itachi-chan, yes.” His mother had a faint smile on her face, the train blowing her hair even as it slowed in front of them. It was odd, because her eyes looked really sad. “He’s finally home, so I thought we should visit.”

“He wasn’t home? Where was he?”

“Shisui, he was sick, remember?” She smoothed a hand through his hair, keeping it on the back of his head as they entered the train cart and sat down.

“So he’s all better now?” A hand on his knee kept him from kicking his feet, as did a short and sharp look from his mother.

“No. He’s still sick. But Oba-san was a nurse, so she knows how to care for him.”

Shisui couldn’t recall ever visiting his oba-san and oji-san. Their house was a long walk away from the train station, and was an actual house! No apartment complex, it was a separate building from those around it, with its own garden in the back. The whole neighborhood was in private awe with Shisui as he stood staring. His mother was less impressed, shooing him up the walkway to the front door.

The lady who answered the door was a lot warmer than the last time he saw her. Her hair was no longer dull, her skin not sick and wet - there were a lot of lines around her eyes though, and there was something off about her wide smile that Shisui couldn’t quite put his finger on.

They were quickly ushered into the living room - Sakiko making sure to turn Shisui’s shoes at the entry, scolding him quietly as Mikoto, ever the perfect host, immediately brought out a tray of snacks and turned the electric kettle on. There were some snacks Shisui didn’t recognize, and he couldn’t read the kanji on them either. Mikoto noticed him hesistating and handed him one.

“Ringo Otome. They’re famous in Nagano. Fugaku just went on a business trip there. They go beautifully with green tea.”

It took nearly half an hour for Shisui to remember why they were there. He had eaten several of the ringo things, some ice cream mochi, and had started on his second cup of tea. His mother and aunt had been chatting back and forth. Most of the conversation bored Shisui - talk of his uncle, work, medication, uncle’s smoking habits. The last bit seemed to upset his aunt, her pleasant smile vanishing from her face.

“He tries to hide it, but comes home reeking of smoke, Saki.” Mikoto sat her tea cup down, reaching for one of the neatly folded cloth napkins she had placed out for them. Shisui watched as she refolded it, pressing each crease carefully. “It’s bad enough he’s smoking again, but lying to me?”

Shisui peeked up at her from behind his own cup. She was dabbing at the corners of her eyes. They looked full and unhappy, but she laughed and brushed it all away when Sakiko tried to comfort her.

“It’s just a lying husband. It’s not all that bad.”

Shisui scrunched up his eyebrows. He was always told not to lie, and got in big trouble when he did. Especially when he lied to kaa-san. If it hurt Mikoto oba-san so much, why wasn’t she upset? Or was she upset?

He nibbled on another otome. He didn’t really understand his oba-san, but he liked her well enough. And he decidedly did not like his oji-san already.

“...I know it’s hard on him, Saki, but I’m the one taking care of him. I give him his medication. I see what happened - what is happening - to our little boy. And yet he’s the one who’s sneaking around.” Mikoto’s voice got small again, and she looked exhausted, as if mentioning her son brought all the pain she hid to the surface.

Wait, her son...?

“Ita-chan is home, right?” Shisui forgot instantly why he was brought up, excitement bubbling up and causing him to grin wide. “Where is he?” Even knowing he wasn’t in the room couldn’t stop him from whipping his head back and forth, hoping to catch a glimpse of his little cousin.

Mikoto frowned ever so slightly. “He’s in his room resting at-”

“Where’s his room?” Shisui was up in a heartbeat, ready to make a beeline for his cousin. Sweets and tea were nice, but his legs were itchy, and his thoughts got too loud and fast when he had to sit still for so long. Maybe they could play tag? Or build something? Maybe he had video games?

His thoughts were cut short by his aunt’s stern but gentle voice. “Shisui, Itachi is ill. He can’t play like normal boys. He needs to sleep.”

Shisui whined and pouted at that, much to his mother’s embarrassment and horror, but eventually was scolded into sitting quietly as the two women went back to chatting away. He eyed the two warily, plotting his escape.

It turned out his plotting was unnecessary - though he was sad to scrap the great Bathroom plan (pretend he had to pee and wander the house until he found his cousin). His aunt had recently started a tiered herb garden - “I can’t leave Itachi alone,” she explained, a slight pained expression on her face, “and a normal babysitter just can’t handle him” - and insisted on showing Sakiko. To his delight, Shisui was told to stay inside at the kotatsu. He put on his most innocent face, big eyes and smile, and promised not to move an inch.

Mikoto gushed at how cute Saki’s boy was. Sakiko looked unconvinced, but followed her imouto outside anyway.

He jumped up as soon as the backdoor shut behind them. They had passed some stairs on their way in, and he bolted up them now. He tried a few doors in his search, finding a bathroom, a large bedroom, a drab room with a desk and far too many cabinets, until at last he found the right one.

Itachi’s room was larger than his own, but the space didn’t make it as inviting as it should. The whole room seemed cold. There were no pictures on the wall, no toys scattered about. Shisui suddenly remembered where he first met his aunt, in a cold room that smelled so clean it burned his nose. Everything about this room made him want to leave.

Until a big pair of tired eyes caught his own.

Tiny, pale fists wiped at those big eyes, the small boy yawning as he sat up in his bed. He peeked at Shisui curiously, but didn’t make to get up or greet him.

Shisui didn’t know why he expected Itachi to be his age - he puffed out a cheek, upset at himself. Of course his cousin was younger. Of course he was smaller.

Was he supposed to be that small though?

Now, Shisui wasn’t great at a lot of things. He hated numbers, refused to type at computers, and had nearly sprained his ankle the last time he “played” baseball. But he knew he was great at talking to people. He made friends easily, and people loved being around him.

He was told Itachi wasn’t like normal boys, but Shisui wouldn’t let that stop him. He grinned wide at the boy as he plopped right next to him on the bed, earning an even bigger eyed stare than before.

“Hi. i’m Shisui. We’re cousins, but I don’t have any brothers, so call me Shisui-nii, okay?”

The boy blinked his doe eyes at Shisui in response. Shisui looked around the room again, his smile unwavering. “You don’t have any video games, do you?” Blink. “Well, what do you do for fun?” Blink.

Shisui huffed and threw his hands back at the bed, leaning on them. He frowned up at the ceiling for a minute before looking back over at his cousin. “You have toys, don’t you?”

Itachi cocked his head to one side, staring at Shisui for another minute. He didn’t look sad, or happy, or angry, or even tired anymore. Shisui scrunched up his nose, studying his little cousin as Itachi did the same with him. Eventually, ever so slowly, the younger boy crawled out from underneath his covers and placed his bare feet on the floor, heading for his closet. Shisui noted his night clothes had little black birds on them, and found it utterly adorable.

Itachi came out of the closet with his arms full. He gingerly placed his findings on the bed, then sat himself in-between Shisui and the stack of books.

He nearly groaned as Itachi carefully looked at each book. “Those aren’t toys. Those are booooorrring.”

Itachi seemed to ignore his whining, carefully picking up his books and studying the covers until he found the right one. With his decision made, he handed it to Shisui and looked up at him, big, quiet eyes and long lashes and too-pale skin.

Shisui looked down at his cousin. He had bandaids on his upper arms, pink with kittens on them. His wrists were so small he looked fragile. “What do you want me to do with this?” He finally looked at the book in his lap, and remembered seeing it somewhere before - it was about a turtle and a cat. One for little kids, too.

“Read to me?”

Shisui blinked down at his little cousin. His voice was small, but he didn’t sound nervous. Just quiet. He nodded slowly, though he wasn’t nearly as reluctant as he made himself out to be. “But just one, I’m too big to read this stuff.”

Itachi’s smile wasn’t big like Shisui’s. It was quiet, just like his voice and eyes. But Shisui found it fit his Itachi perfectly, and grinned right back at him before launching into the story.

By the time Sakuko and Mikoto discovered them, Shisui had read through the stack and started over, Itachi curled up tight against his chest with his eyes barely open. He was scolded the whole way home for not listening, but he found, for once, he couldn’t feel sorry for what he did - even if he was grounded and told several times how serious Itachi’s “condition” was.

He curled up in bed that night and slept peacefully. For once, he didn’t dream about moving or his father’s raised voice, but of ways to make Itachi smile.

[urdearestmom]

genderbent (mileven week)

Maribel Wheeler woke up feeling like shit on Monday. She had a feeling that this week was going to be bad. She could feel herself getting a cold, and she knew her period was coming in the next few days or so. She wasn’t looking forward to it.

She dragged herself out of bed, groaning all the way through breakfast and all the way to school and all the way through homeroom. First period marched on, mind-numbing as usual, then second, then third and fourth. After fourth, Maribel made her way to the cafeteria for lunch.

She sank onto the plastic bench and lay on the table, feeling like she was melting into it. She was so tired. She didn’t perk up at all when she heard her friends sitting down around her.

“What’s wrong with you?” Came the voice of Darla.

Maribel groaned against the tabletop. “I feel like shit.”

“Did you have your period yet?” Asked Lucy.

“Lucy, for God’s sake. Not everything is about my period. But no. It’s coming.”

“It’s probably that.”

Maribel groaned again before lifting her head, her dark, wavy hair flowing loose down her back. Her friends Darla and Lucy were casually eating their lunches while the last of their group, Willa, reached out to wrap an arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t worry about it, Mari. You’ll feel better soon,” she said reassuringly.

Willa was wrong. Tuesday didn’t fare much better, with Darla choosing to laugh at the fact that Maribel could barely fit into a B cup.

(“My tits are perfectly fine, Darla! Just because I’m skinny-”

“I’m just saying! What’s Jo E supposed to touch when there’s nothing there?”)

This was a point of contention because Maribel insisted that her crush would like her for who she was and not her body. Lucy was skeptical of anything happening at all, ever, while Willa was supportive. Darla, on the other hand, thought that Maribel’s crush on their school’s resident weirdo was bound to go down in flames, and she was going to be there to watch (with popcorn).

Maribel personally thought that Darla was just jealous that double Ds meant more expensive bras than Bs.

Wednesday rolled in and out much the same, only Maribel could feel the cold really coming in. Her throat was starting to go sore and her nose was runny, and to top it all off she saw John Elliot in the hallway and he spoke to her. Granted, all he said was hi, but Maribel was absolutely disgusted that of all days it had to be the one where she felt like she was about to cough up phlegm if she opened her mouth.

Thursday was the worst day of the week. In the morning, Maribel woke up and felt the telltale slickness between her legs that told her that Satan’s Waterfall had begun its monthly visit to her in the middle of the night. This meant she had to rush to get dressed and change her sheets before leaving for school, so she barely had any time for breakfast and went to class with her hair an absolute wreck.

The only thought running through her head all day was please God can I just go home. That is, until fifth period, when her only thought was PLEASE GOD CAN I JUST DIE RIGHT NOW.

Upon entering geography class, Maribel smiled nervously and waved a little at John Elliot, who was sitting in his usual seat in the front row, curly hair fluffed up in every direction. The sunlight coming in from the window was bouncing off his face. He looked absolutely adorable, as usual, and it made Maribel’s heart clench.

She hadn’t yet noticed that he wasn’t really looking at her, or that the rest of the class was staring at her as if waiting for something. She was too caught up in sighing at how absolutely wonderful John Elliot looked in the light.

But then.

Then she took her seat. And Maribel looked at the chalkboard. And she instantly felt her lunch come up into her throat. On the chalkboard, written in large letters for everyone to read, were the words, MARIBEL W HAS A BIG FAT CRUSH ON JOHN ELLIOT.

It was then that she realized everyone was staring at her, waiting for a reaction, and her lips began to quiver as her vision blurred. She wasn’t sure if these were angry or upset tears, but probably a mixture of both. Without a word, Maribel stormed back to the front of the classroom and began erasing the message. She wondered where the hell their teacher was before turning around and surveying her classmates.

“Whichever one of you wrote that is an absolute asshole!” She said in a wobbly, teary voice. “You can’t just take people’s feelings and make them into a joke!” Her voice cracked at the end as she choked on a sob.

Her embarrassment was too great to spare a look at the object of her affections before fleeing the room. Maribel rushed straight into the nearest girls’ restroom and locked herself in a stall, dropping down onto the toilet lid and hiding her face in her hands. She hid in the restroom for the whole period, crying her eyes out.

She couldn’t believe it. Who would do that? Who would want to hurt her like that? She wasn’t exactly well-liked or anything, but she didn’t think she was hated either. Except for by maybe one person who went by the name of Theresa, but Theresa wasn’t in that class. At the thought of the class itself, Maribel remembered John Elliot staring at the board wordlessly. It was like he’d seen a ghost and it broke her heart to think about it. Was the idea of her having a crush on him that horrible?

Sixth period, Maribel went to the main office and called home. Her mom didn’t answer, so she called her dad at work instead.

“Hello?” He sounded tired. Her dad worked a lot and was unhappy and under-appreciated in his marriage, but he always tried his best to be there for his kids. The same couldn’t be said for his wife.

“Hi, dad.” Maribel’s voice went over the line wavery and she knew her dad would pick up on it.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

She swallowed. “I’m not feeling well. Can I go home early?”

Her dad sighed. “Sure. Be careful on your way. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, dad.”

“Feel better, alright? Do you need me to pick anything up?”

“No, I just need to go home.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you later, then.”

“Bye.”

She went home and straight to bed, lights out until the next day. She didn’t even wake up for dinner. But when she woke up Friday morning with an ache in her bones that made it pretty obvious she’d caught some type of flu, she was glad for an excuse to stay home. Going to school only to face ridicule and rejection would just be too much.

Maribel’s mother left her pretty much alone, only bringing her a bowl of chicken soup at noon but otherwise spending the day watching TV. Maribel stayed holed up in her room all day, wallowing and using up all the tissues in the box. She did some homework for a while, but then she went back to bed and lay there thinking about what she was going to do when she went back to school on Monday.

God, she was going to have to talk to John Elliot, wasn’t she? She really didn’t want to. Maybe if she just avoided him and pretended everything was fine then she wouldn’t have to. Maybe it’d even help her get over him!

Oh, who was she kidding…

It had all started in freshman year. Maribel had dropped a pile of books she’d been putting back on the shelf in the library because the new kid, John Elliot Hopper, had appeared silently out of nowhere and scared her. He’d quietly asked her where to find the sci-fi section, nervously pulling on the curls by his ears, his honey eyes melting right into Maribel’s heart. From then on, she had been a total goner. Any time she saw him in the hall or in class, her heart beat faster and her palms got sweaty. She was probably really obvious with all her staring; her friends didn’t call her Maribel “Heart Eyes” Wheeler for no reason. She spoke to him sometimes, if he was in the library at the same time as her, and that was when she came up with the nickname Jo E. It’s pronounced the same as the name Joey, just spelled Jo E because it’s short for John Elliot. He smiled every time she said it.

In sophomore year, they did a project together, and it was absolute heaven to have a reason to spend so much time around him. It was during this time, as they hung out a little more, that he came up with his own nickname for her. He started calling her Bel, which was refreshing since everyone else always called her Mari. Maribel just about went into cardiac arrest after the first time he called her that and every time after. They got a really good grade too, so it was just excellent all around. Maribel also met John Elliot’s only friend, a redheaded, freckle-faced skater boy by the name of Max. Max had been the new kid in eighth grade, but everyone had quickly forgotten about him when he didn’t prove himself to be super weird. Not like John Elliot.

John Elliot was considered a weirdo because he rarely spoke to anyone besides Max, and if he did it was never outside of school. In fact, it seemed he rarely spoke at all. Lucy and Darla said they’d seen him once at Melvald’s and that he’d clearly seen them, but he hadn’t spoken a word; simply waving quickly and disappearing. It was another of the reasons why Maribel was so captivated by him: he was mysterious. She wanted to know more about him. But he was also kindhearted and warm, and just absolutely, positively adorable. John Elliot was the cutest boy Maribel had ever laid eyes on.

Her musings were interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door, followed by the entrance of her little brother, Hunter.

“Are you feeling better, Mari?” He asked.

Maribel sniffed loudly and wrapped her comforter tighter around herself. “Not really, Peppermint,” she answered. Hunter’s nickname was Peppermint because it was his favourite candy all year round, even not at Christmas.

Hunter frowned, his floppy blonde hair bouncing on his head as he walked closer. “But your friends are here.”

Maribel coughed. “Tell them that unless they’re okay with getting sick too to go home.”

Hunter nodded. “Okay.” He left the room and a few moments later the door burst open again, revealing a crazed-looking Darla, a sympathetic Willa, and a worried Lucy.

“What happened yesterday? We heard you left during sixth period,” said Lucy.

Willa nodded. “People were saying stuff but we wanted to hear it from you.”

“Yeah, ‘cause half the things people say are bullshit,” added Darla.

Maribel blinked a few times, lessening the ache behind her eyes. “Some asshole wrote on the board in fifth that I have a crush on Jo E and I ran out,” she explained. “And he’s in that class. Sits right in the front row and everything,” she added in a broken whisper. “He probably hates me right now.”

Willa sat down on the edge of Maribel’s bed and rubbed a comforting hand over the lump that was her legs. “I’m sure he doesn’t. Jo E doesn’t seem like the type to hate someone over something like this.”

“Yeah,” affirmed Darla, lowering herself to the floor close to Maribel’s head with a grunt. “I know I make fun of you for liking him, but there’s no way he would.”

Lucy stood between Willa and Darla with her arms crossed. “You have to talk to him. He already knows now, so all you have to do is find out how he feels about it.”

Maribel shivered at the idea, but it might’ve also just been chills from being sick. “Can’t I just pretend it never happened?”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “No, because you can’t avoid life forever. You would’ve had to deal with it at some point.”

“I hate boys,” Maribel protested, sliding her comforter over her head. “I never want to see one again.”

“Mari, you have two brothers.”

“Not what I meant!”

She couldn’t see Darla, but Maribel knew she’d just thrown her hands up in exasperation. “Not what you said two days ago either when you were gushing about Jo E saying hi to you in the hall. You’re being a little bitch.”

“That’s harsh, D,” came Willa’s soft voice. “Mari’s hurting, what they did to her sucks.”

“Thanks, Willa.”

“But I do think you should talk to him,” Willa continued.

Maribel groaned. “Traitors, the three of you.”

“We’re not traitors,” interjected Lucy. “Mari, you gotta look at me.”

Reluctantly, Maribel removed the comforter from her head. Lucy was looking at her with a stoic expression, but Maribel could see a smile tugging on the corners of her friend’s lips.

“Listen,” Lucy said seriously, “I know I was the skeptical one, but John Elliot himself cornered me in last period today to ask me to tell you that he wants to talk to you. He wasn’t mad, he was just worried since you didn’t come to school. So talk to him.”

Shortly afterwards, her friends all had to go home, none of them wanting to stay in Maribel’s presence long enough to catch the flu themselves anyway. Over the weekend, she pondered. She mostly lay in bed, but spent some time catching up on the homework her friends had brought her.

Monday morning dawned slightly less shitty than the last one, but Maribel’s heart was in her throat. She’d made up her mind to have a talk with John Elliot after all; to make her feelings clear. She put on her favourite striped sweater for a confidence boost and paired it with a random pair of pants she found on her floor. She brushed through her hair once, then looked in the mirror and got angry at a stupid piece that was sticking up in the back. Why couldn’t her hair just lie flat for once? She wanted to look perfect.

In the end, her hair refused to do what she wanted and she gave up. John Elliot was just going to have to deal with it. At lunch, Darla made Maribel run through every possible variation of a conversation that she could come up with until Maribel got sick of it and started ignoring her. Fifth period rolled around and Maribel walked into her classroom full of trepidation. John Elliot wasn’t there yet, but she was sure he would be.

He appeared not a minute later, taking his seat a few desks in front and to the right of her, and Maribel thought he wasn’t going to acknowledge her. But then he turned around.

“Can we talk after school?” He asked.

Maribel gulped. She was hoping it could’ve been quick enough to speak after class. “Um-” Her eyebrows pulled together. “Okay. Bike rack?”

Jo E smiled and Maribel’s heart pounded against her ribs so hard she thought it was going to jump right out.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of anticipation. Maribel almost smacked her head against her locker shelf in her haste to grab all her things and get outside. Willa was already standing by the bike rack when she got there, so Maribel sent her inside with word to Darla and Lucy.

A few minutes later, Maribel was still standing alone by her bike, awkwardly picking at the pills on her sweater. Was Jo E even going to show or had she been made a fool once again? She was about to leave when said boy came barrelling out the doors of the school.

“Sorry, Bel!” He called. “Max held me up.”

His curls were especially glorious today and Maribel wanted nothing more than to stick her hands in and run her fingers through them. But she held herself back.

“Hi,” she responded shyly.

Jo E smiled at her again and Maribel thought she was going to explode.

“So, um… about last week…”

Maribel sighed. “I probably shouldn’t have yelled in class like I did,” she admitted, gaze drifting somewhere between his dirty Chucks and hers. “I just… didn’t want you to find out like that. I wanted to tell you myself.”

John Elliot shook his head. “Whoever did that has issues.”

While Maribel was glad that he wasn’t mad at her and didn’t seem disgusted by the fact that she liked him, she also wanted Jo E to get to the point and tell her how he felt. “So…” She dragged the toe of her sneaker across the pavement. “What do you, um… think about it?”

She almost didn’t look at him, but she was glad she did. John Elliot’s eyes were shining with an emotion she couldn’t place, warming her right up to the tips of her fingers and toes. The traces of her flu? Vanished.

“Would you mind if I showed you?” Jo E asked softly.

Maribel shook her head, face lighting up bright pink. She watched as his hands rose to her face, one of them reaching for a lock of her hair and tucking it behind her ear. For a second, it was as if time had stopped as they stared into each other’s eyes, but then John Elliot’s face got too close to hers for Maribel to see him without crossing her eyes, so she closed them. And then…

His lips were soft but insistent, pressing against hers in the most wonderful way. Maribel got chills again. She never expected kissing to feel so good.

She didn’t know how long they were kissing for, a year could have passed for all she cared, but when Jo E pulled away from her she felt that all was right with the world.

“I have a big fat crush on you too, Maribel W,” he said. “I hope it’s obvious now.”

Maribel grinned. “Lucy and Darla are never going to believe this.”

“What?”    

[bionic-stars]

A Gerudo AU. Chapter 3: Injuries and Discoveries

Indravati woke up confused. Opening his eyes to look around he couldn't exactly figure out where he was until he saw the I.V next to his bed. He looked at his left hand to see that the I.V was connected to him, which made him concerned. He could hardly remember what happened, he knew he went to the med bay because he felt sick and then-

“Shit.” He looked down at his body to see it wrapped in bandages. Breaking out into a cold sweat he went to sit up quickly but had extreme pain shoot through his body from his back. He whimpered and caught the attention of one of the nurses who he ran into.

“You don't need to be getting up yet, you need to lay back down,” she said walking over to him, moving her hand to his shoulder to help him lay back down. But he grabbed her hand.

“I need a shirt-” Indravati said quickly. “King Ganondorf and Queen Zelda cannot…” he breathed heavily, he didn't realize how weak he was. “Can't.. know about my injuries..” He swallowed hard, looking up at the nurse. She looked annoyed at him, was she one of his master's pawns? He didn't know, but he knew he needed to hide his injuries.

The nurse let out a heavy sigh. “Fine. But you need to stay here until I can get you some medicine for your fever and for your infection,” she said and removed her hand.

“infection..?”

“Yes, infection. Those injuries on your back are infected. Not badly, but just enough to start making you sick. It's not my business to ask how you received them, but you should have received medical attention soon after.” she said and walked off to do as she told him.

Indravati simply sat there, watching the nurse who helped him write something then leave to another room. He hated to admit that he was in a lot of pain, he had easily gone through worse under his master's watch.. But someone else knowing about it was terrifying to him. He didn't want anyone to know because he thought it would make them suspicious. Seeing a young Gerudo male showing up to Hyrule castle, with large slashes on his back? He was sure people would start to question why he was there, and if he was just sent there to do harm. Indravati let out a heavy breath, slouching as he looked at the I.V in his hand. It wasn't long before the nurse came back with some medication for him, she had two bottles in one hand, and the shirt he came within another. It was stained with lines of blood.

“Take each of these pills once in the morning, and one before you go to bed. This one helps with the swelling, and the other helps with the infection, which will help your fever.” she said and handed him the bottles, then the shirt. “we couldn't get the stain out of your shirt. I also need a name so when you ask for refills they won't question why.” she said and Indravati raised a brow.

“You don't know my name?”

“If I did I wouldn't be asking you for it. Now, give me your name..”

“Indravati.” He looked around with his eyes when he said that.

“No last name?”

“Oh uh… Indravati Leiho…” he spoke quieter when he said his last name. It had been years since he even thought about his last name. It was odd saying aloud again.

When the nurse got what she needed from him, she took the I.V out of his hand, put a band-aid over it, and sent him out. With strict orders to take it easy and to rest. Of course, Indravati didn't listen to that, he needed to act like everything was fine. That he just went to the nurse for a check-up, or for some medication for a headache.

When he left Indravati found out shortly that he had been asleep for about two hours, and only had a few minutes to get ready for his patrol shift through the gardens. He went to his room to get changed into new clothes when he remembered the black box from earlier, remembering what Ganondorf said. Dump out the poison and fill it with water. Half dressed, Indravati went to the place where he hid the box and took it to the small bathroom in his room. He opened the box, taking out the small bottles and started to dump them in the sink. Luckily for him, it was a clear colored poison, and it didn't smell anything either. So filling it with water wasn't too hard, the hard part would be to get it to the person who he was told to give it to.. What was her name again? Sarah something. He had the first name, the last would come later. He finished getting dressed and hid the box again. Indravati was about to finish getting dressed but seeing the bandages on his back made him stop. He walked to the mirror to get a better look and frowned heavily. The bandages had tints of blood in them, it showed how bad his injuries were. Indravati put on his shirt shortly after and went to find his armor from earlier.

Luckily he made it in time to his shift, introducing himself to the knights as they left so they knew who he was. The last thing he would want was someone to try to hurt him when he was trying to fit into his new role. Indravati did not listen to what the knights said to him as he walked away. All he heard was “kids running around”, all he had to do was avoid them. Wouldn't be too hard, right?

Indravati was walking around for a while, going through the gardens slowly. He was surprised by all healthy plants around here when he was a child he was only used to seeing plants when he went to the marketplace... He was admiring the roses when he heard running footsteps around. Indravati blinked a few times behind his helmet and walked around to find it. When he heard a child scream he flinched and picked up his pace to find it. But stopped when two red-headed children ran past him. A young girl and a young boy. They paid no attention to him, but he stared at them mainly because they weren't Hylian children, they were Gerudo. He turned his body fully towards them and watched as they turned another corner out of his view. Never in his life had he seen Gerudo younger than him, Indravati thought he was the youngest generation of Gerudo, but looks like he was wrong. When his master said they had children, for some reason he expected that they would adopt children, not actually have their own... He took another moment lost in his head before he continued to walk around the gardens.

Indravati patrolled around the gardens for another hour, watching the young children hang around the gardens with Queen Zelda. There were five young Gerudo children from what he could see, and it made him so happy to see that. He would watch them as he walked around the gardens. Indravati wanted to end his shift early since the injuries on his back started to burn and throb with pain, but he endured for the rest of the time. Throughout his time in the gardens, he did as he was told to do. Keep on the lookout for anything suspicious, make sure everything was in order, and he himself looked at the plants with curiosity every now and then. When he was about to leave someone spoke up to him.

“You walk as if you are in pain.” It was Queen Zelda, who spoke. She had stepped up to him after her children already rushed inside for their next lesson of the day, leaving Zelda and Indravati to have their own conversation. “Are you alright?” When she asked that Indravati laughed nervously behind his helmet.

“I'm just fine! It's just uh-” he tried to come up with a lie, but Zelda only had to raise a brow to make rush his words. “- I feel a little hot from being outside.. maybe I'm just getting sick?” it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. Zelda continued to give him that looked and he could feel himself break out into a cold sweat.

“You should learn how to lie better, Indravati.” When she said that Indravati cursed under his breath, looking around and lowered his head.

“I apologize your majesty… I just..” He shrugged his shoulders and let out a heavy breath. “I'm embarrassed, and I don't want you or King Ganondorf to know, especially King Ganondorf..” saying this made Zelda curious, but she could read into the situation that it was one needed to be spoken of in private.

“Walk with me, and we'll discuss it.” She said and started to walk, Indravati was already stumbling on his feet to walk with her. He was a nervous wreck. He had heard rumors of the wrath of the King, but the Queen could make people fear her easily. What would she say? That he was pathetic? That he was a fool to keep secrets? There were just so many thoughts going through his head as he followed the Queen to the… library? Why were they in the library?

Zelda led him to one of the back shelves and pulled a book. She handed it to him and he looked confused at the title.

“I can't… read this, your Majesty..” He said quietly and Zelda nodded.

“I know, but the book you hold is one that will teach you Hylian text and proper speech. Ganondorf told me that you do not know how to write, and by your accent, you have only spoken it for a few years.” She said and Indravati nodded.

“I.. I've only known it for about three years.. because of well.. my master forced me to learn, and my mother only taught me some…” Indravati frowned hard behind his helmet at the thought of his mother. “She taught me basic sayings.. Like how to ask for food, how to ask for a place to stay for the night, please and thank you.. those... sort of things..” He looked at the book and opened it hesitantly.

“I see, well you'll learn how to properly read, write, and speak it before your time here is over.” She moved to sit in one of the chairs. “for now, we need to talk about why you are hiding your injury.” Zelda gave him a look and Indravati flinched, she figured it out so fast, it was scary. “You mentioned that you had “friends” here, did one of them hurt you?”

“no! No- it's from.. an..” Indravati put the book down. “It's from…. My master did it to me..” He slowly took off his helmet and sat down. “He.. wanted to send me off with a reminder to stay in line..” He spoke quietly to the Queen, keeping his head down. Zelda was hesitant on how to approach this situation, she did not want to make him upset, but it seemed that he was already upset just talking about it.

“I'm sorry that he hurt you.” She took in a slow breath. “But remember that here under our watch, that you are safe, Indravati. So do not hesitate to come talk about your struggles, and to go to the doctors for some medical attention. I won't force you to talk about it, but if you wish to talk about it, you can.” She gave him a gentle smile and Indravati looked up at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but he had tears in his eyes. Quickly wiping them away, he nodded.

“I won't hesitate now that you've told me… Thank you..” He wiped his face with his hands a few more times. “I don't mean to get upset- I just-”

“It's hard, I can imagine.”

“Yeah…. And it hasn't been the first time since he's hurt me like that..” when he said that Zelda raised a brow in a way for him to continue talking. Indravati looked to the side. “I don't.. want to.. talk about it.. I’ll just say that I have many scars on my back to from him...” Indravati had tears coming to his face again but he just wiped them away. When Zelda saw the tears she had to remember that he was barely an adult yet. He was just a kid, and he had probably endured so much in a short. She decided it was best to distract him.

“How about you take a deep breath?” When she said that he nodded and took in a shaky breath, letting out slowly. “Alright. Now, let's see if I can help you read and write.” She pulled the book and opened it.

Indravati didn't expect this from the Queen, but he accepted the help. Zelda sat with him for about an hour, showing him the alphabet, making him write it, and even write his own name a few times. By the time she finished their lesson, Indravati had a wide smile on his face. He kept the papers the two had written on, and folded them in half so they could fit in the book she gave him earlier.

“Now, I want you to write the sentences I wrote down for you on that paper at least four times before we move on, understood?” Zelda asked him and they were leaving the library. Indravati nodded at her instructions and put his helmet back on with one hand. “And rest, we have a while before that plan you told us is carried out. You should be healed and well rested.” She said and he gave another nod.

When Indravati parted from her, he gave a bow and was on his way back to his quarters when he met a woman at his door. He looked confused and stepped up to her.

“Do you need help with something ma'am?” He asked raising a brow and the woman looked up at him.

“Yeah, I need those vials Sybil gave you.” when she said that Indravati widened his eyes behind his helmet.

“You're Sarah..?”

“Yes, now are you going to keep me waiting? They're going to start prepping the royal family's dinner soon.” this woman looked impatient. She had short light brown hair and blue eyes. Her left ear had a piece missing from what looked like a fight of some sort. Indravati hated to admit that she scared him a bit...

Fumbling his hands to open the door he walked into his room. Putting the book on the desk as Sarah followed. He went to grab the box of vials when Sarah spoke up.

“They're seriously teaching you how to write?” She had the book in her hand, looking at the paper he had written on earlier. “What a waste of time..” She tossed the book and paper back onto the desk. Indravati already walking back with the box.

“Wh...why do you say that, Ms. Sarah..?” He asked as he held out the box, her snatching it away from him.

“Because master Grimol doesn't have a use for you after this. He's probably going to sell you to some slavers, or put you in a gladiator ring to kill you. Or, pin the death of the Royal family on you.” She said without a care, but Indravati looked horrified of this information. He was going to be sold? Or worse, killed? He didn't do anything, he didn't do anything! This wasn't fair. Sarah laughed at the expression on his face.”You seriously didn't think he was going to keep you around after this, did you?” she laughed a bit more and went to leave the room. “Oh, forgot to tell you. Three of the seven of us here chickened out and skipped town. Guess they're still scared of the demon king.” She shrugged and was gone.

Indravati was still in shock hearing this… hearing that either way he was going to die after this? After he tried his damn best to save the royal family by double-crossing his master? This wasn't fair, not at all. And he would be damned if he was going to die without a fight. He felt a strong wave of courage and rage come over himself. He wanted to beat his master at his own game now, and he wanted to live the game by making everyone that he wanted to kill, live. But first, he needed to learn how to fight, but from who? Sybil was someone who was just going to beat him up, and from rumors whoever this Klinge guy was sounded terrifying and ruthless… Maybe he could ask Ganondorf? He needed to talk to Ganondorf anyway, to give him the update on the situation. But maybe tomorrow morning, before either of them had to go fulfill their roles for the day.

[deepdickdaniel]

Hwang Minhyun | Host Club

prompt: you don’t really know how you ended up at your school’s host club...but the second you see hwang minhyun, you know that there has to be a reason.

note 1: so i’m turning my original daniel host club scenario (found here!) into a full series for all 11 W1 members! the first four bullets will be the same for each member’s scenario just to remind you all of the host club’s mission.

note 2: for whoever doesn’t know what a host club is, it’s a place where people pay to be entertained by male hosts! a customer usually pays to talk to a specific host of his or her choosing and talks/flirts/jokes around with him for however much time is paid for! the host club i’m writing about is mostly based on ouran high school host club.

your school’s host club was a new addition to the…extracurricular activities that one could partake in

you heard that there were eleven different hosts that you could choose from

each host was specifically recruited by the mastermind that came up with the idea for the club

and each host had a specific charity that he would donate his proceeds to at the end of every semester

you watched as one of your friends was dragged to the host club by your friend circle, and before they could pick you as the next victim, you just decided to go by your own free will

when you got to the doors, you let your friends choke on the perfume while you hid and giggled behind them - you were a bit smarter, tbh

you watched your friends pick their hosts and you debated on who you should pick, because no one really stood out to you?

but then a tall, black-haired gentleman walked in from the bathroom exit at the back of the room, wiping his hands on paper towel and then throwing it out

he straightened his black blazer and tie - you were amazed how he could make such movements seem so gentle and refined, despite them being so trivial

you knew then and there that you had to have him as your host

you saw how a few of your friends noticed the newcomer as well, but you practically slid into his eyesight and appeared in front of him

his eyes widened in surprise at your boldness, but he smiled kindly at you nevertheless

“hi, i’m minhyun. am i your choice to keep you company today?”

honestly, you were pretty shook™ too. you didn’t know what came over you and only when minhyun spoke did you realize that you didn’t even try to be subtle...

after talking for a bit, you noticed a stack of books at the side of his coffee table and nodded your head towards it,

“do you read a lot for fun?”

minhyun’s princely demeanor faded a bit as his cheeks reddened and he coughed to hide his embarrassment

“ah, yes. sorry about that, i didn’t have time to put them away after i got here from class. i can do it now if you’d like...?”

you shook your head faster than humanly possible, “no!!! i want to know what kind of books you like reading, it’s nothing to be ashamed of”

“it’s just that a few of my guests have told me that it ruins their view of me? mostly because they aren’t all academic and some are fiction. some say that it makes me a ‘dork’“

you felt your eyebrow twitch - you would pummel these people if you ever found out who they were

the overwhelming feeling of protectiveness you felt for minhyun surprised you, though - why were you so upset at him being upset if you just met him???

“don’t listen to them. it makes you even more well-rounded. people who read for fun are so cool and i admire you even more now”

minhyun sat in awe for a few seconds at how blunt and approachable you were, then he remembered something he forgot to tell you when you picked him as your host

“ah, i forgot! since we’re talking about reading, the charity you’re actually helping by picking me as your host is one that provides poverty-stricken children the opportunity to learn how to read and write...!”

he went on and on about how it was important for kids to have a bright future

and as the two of you kept talking, minhyun realized how easily the words came out of him when he spoke to you

usually, he’d have to put on some kind of act when hosting - not that he was fake, but he’d have to pretend to be a little more talkative, cheery, princely, etc. when he had other guests

with you, on the other hand, everything came naturally: the way he talked, how he moved around while speaking, how he listened to the stories you told him

so by the time your session ended, he was even more disappointed than you were

as you stood up and thanked him for a good time, minhyun suddenly grew quiet and stared straight instead of up at you

“minhyun? are you okay?”

he nodded and bit his lip, seemingly conflicted, “...would you mind coming back on wednesday?”

you felt your mouth open in shock, but you nodded nevertheless “yeah of course! but why not tomorrow?”

“oh, we’re only open on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays!”

on that wednesday, you were overhearing some girls talking about trying to get minhyun that day at the host club

wanting to keep your promise to him mhmm because that’s the only reason you ran to the host club

there, you controlled your breath and regained your cool, fixing yourself up before entering the doors

and as if they already knew where to look, your eyes landed on minhyun immediately the second you walked in

you were lowkey embarrassed, but it was worth it to see how excited minhyun’s face got when he saw you

but when he walked to you, instead of greeting you, he simply chuckled

“what is it...?”

he laughed harder the longer he looked at you, and quickly fixed some of your crazy hairs that betrayed you trying to look cool

“did you run here?”

you glared at him, but he continued to smile angelically at you as his fellow hosts tried to hide their amusement

“yeah, i just wanted to keep the promise i made to you on monday. you know, when you asked me to come back?”

“oooOOHHHH” 

you recognized the howl coming from jaehwan, who was your homeroom’s class clown - you smirked proudly at him, who returned your look with a thumbs up

but jaehwan’s happiness quickly left as minhyun’s face quickly turned on him

“i’m sorry, please don’t make me clean anymore...!”

minhyun cleared his throat and the smile was suddenly back on his face, his eyes promising jaehwan a slow, painful death as he offered his arm for you to take

in the distance, you could hear sungwoon scolding jaehwan: “now he’s going to make all of us his personal mops after club hours!!!”

when minhyun led you to his usual couch, you saw your friend, who had come to the host club with you on monday, holding kang daniel’s hand

your friend’s eyebrows started wiggling and you were dying in embarrassment by every second

“oh shUT UP! as if you weren’t running here to make sure you got to daniel first!” you called out

your friend shut tf up immediately and when you turned to look at minhyun, he was trying real hard to contain his happiness

“you want me here or not?” you shot at him, but he just laughed and shook his head

“ah, you’re so cute”

you turned bright red - with the way minhyun said it, you were sure it meant nothing, but you couldn’t help but be shook™

minhyun, however, was also super shook™ because he didn’t realize how forward that sounded - he was so used to saying it casually with the rest of the guys that it just came out

but that’s when minhyun realized that he felt truly comfortable with you

three months later, as the two of you would continue to meet for your tri-weekly host club sessions, he could tell how much meeting you had improved his mood

you helped bring him out of his awkward shell. you gave him encouragement that who he really was, albeit a little awkward and shy, was still really amazing

you made him see that if his guests didn’t appreciate him for what he offered, they didn’t deserve to have such a wonderful host

he also showed his playful side with you quickly, which surprised his fellow hosts because they weren’t used to seeing him open up to his guests

one day, they heard him humming a love song to himself as he wiped tables before the host club opened

“so...when are you going to confess?” jaehwan asked casually as he mopped around the table minhyun was cleaning

minhyun dropped his cleaning wipes

“w-what?!”

“...when are you going to confess? you’re going to keep your favorite guest waiting?”

“confess? waiting?”

jisung heard the conversation and quickly interjected, “you honestly haven’t noticed your feelings for your favorite guest and your favorite guest’s feelings for you???”

minhyun stared at his reflection in the glass table, all of the things you ever made him feel suddenly slamming into his chest

“i...like...someone?”

jaehwan and jisung exchanged looks - how had such a handsome face make it this far in life without ever dating? the world may never know

they left minhyun to his thoughts and when the time came to open the doors to guests, he was a nervous and confused wreck

but guess what

that day, you just had to be sick

you went straight home that day, telling your friend to tell daniel to tell minhyun that you would see him another day

when minhyun found out, he was pretty sad about it - he didn’t notice how much not seeing you made an impact on him. he knew that you made him happier, but he didn’t know that not having you around would make him...sad?

that’s the day he really realized he was pretty much in love with you

you, on the other hand, had been waiting for a while for him to give off signs that he liked you

you knew you liked him halfway through your first host club session with him, but you also knew that he was oblivious and didn’t really know what the whole romance thing was all about

(aside from his books at least)

so you were patient - you were willing to wait until he had feelings for you to make a move

a part of you was slightly disappointed that he still didn’t seem to notice - your friend had already begun to date kang daniel and the two of them were ecstatic together

but in the end, you knew minhyun would be worth it

soon enough, you would prove yourself right

the next host club opening, you were bombarded with vitamin c drinks, cold medicine, and the like

minhyun was so worried about you - he felt your forehead immediately for a fever and told you to just tell him if you weren’t feeling well again and he would take you home in a heartbeat

the gentle, concerned look on his face, the closeness of his body to yours as the two of you were seated on the loveseat, and the kindness that always seemed to radiate from him all gave you the courage to confess

even if he turned you down, minhyun was still an amazing guy and would most likely do it in the kindest way possible...so you would still try

“minhyun?”

“hmm?” he hummed while he prepared a thermometer to make sure your fever was completely gone

“you know i really, really, really like you, right?”

you noticed how the hand holding the thermometer started to shake slightly in shock, but he kept his calm and took a deep breath

minhyun continued to check your temperature, simply smiling at you as he put the thermometer into your ear

“i do now. and do you know that i really, really, really like you back?”

your heart almost burst out of your chest as a smile bloomed onto your face, your happiness unstoppable as you looked up at him

minhyun quietly grabbed your hand with his free one and stroked it with his thumb as he told you your temperature,

“wait, i think your fever is coming back?”

“nope, it’s just because you make me hot”

“too soon...! i’m still learning!”

that was the start of your relationship

in the beginning, you would continue your sessions with minhyun as your first few dates, and you’d occasionally see him outside on the weekends for more traditional kinds of dates

but after about a month, minhyun looked pretty serious as he led you to the couch that started it all

“what’s wrong?”

“i think i want to quit the host club...”

he explained to you that while he loved his friends and their host club, he didn’t feel right talking to other people like he adored them, even if it was just for an hour, while he was in a relationship

“daniel told me that he quit for a similar reason. would you hate it if i quit?”

“never, it’s your decision and i’ll back you up no matter what!”

you would always be minhyun’s #1 supporter and he was endlessly grateful for that

so he decided to turn in his blazer and tie, ignoring the pout ong gave him when minhyun did so

your intertwined hands swung as you walked out of the host club for the last time, together

“does this mean we’re no longer going to hear jaehwan serenade his favorite guest every time we meet now?”

“i guess so...what a shame”

[nipnapples]

Blue Azaleas  (pt. 1)

This is a Im Jaebum fic that I’ve been fiddling with for a while.  I hope you like it as much as I do!

Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Rating: 18+ please and thank you!

JB was curious of you the moment he met you.  

You were a new makeup artist, assigned for GOT7’s time in the US for KCon LA.  Unlike many of the other make-up artists he’d worked with, you didn’t like to talk while you worked.  Rather, you put your earbuds in after greeting him, And then hum quietly to whatever it was you were listening to while you painted his face.  You were so gentle and graceful with your small hands, as any makeup artist had to be, but you never made eye contact with him, as though you were avoiding it.  When you were done, you would pop your headphones out, duck in a small bow, and say you looked forward to the next show.

He was entranced by you as well, not just for your odd behavior, but by the way you looked as well.  You were small and compact, yet soft and rounded at the same time.  Most of the time he caught himself staring at the gap in your collar when you leaned in close to him where he could see just a hint of cleavage, and a soft purple bra.  It made him need to shift in his seat to adjust himself without being obvious.  When you turned to pick up a new brush or compact, he would find himself looking you up and down, imagining what it would be like to undress you himself.  To slowly remove your clothing piece, to lay you out before him and study your body. To see what the skin you hid beneath your clothing looked like, to count your freckles and touch the soft rounds of your body.  

He’d try to shake these thoughts, but when you invaded his dreams at night He knew he needed to do something.  He asked BamBam about you, spoke about how odd you were.  

But BamBam looked confused “Y/N?  She talks to me all the time.  She has this great story about her cats…How haven’t you talked to her about her cats yet? She never stops…”

And it wasn’t only BamBam who you apparently spoke to, but literally all of GOT7, including quiet Jinyoung who barely spoke to anyone.  He was so jealous that the other boys got to hear your voice, got to see you smile at them, got to touch you, while he was forced to sit in awkward silence. So before the last show, he finally decided to talk to you.  

“I have a cat.” He burst out, before you had the chance to slide your earbud into your ear.  

“What?”  Your eyes were confused as they studied him, but a smile played around your lips.  JB was dying to see that smile, it hurt how much he wanted to make you smile.  So he took a deep breath.  He never has this kind of trouble talking to girls but you literally wreck him.

“I have a cat.  Her name is Nora.”  You blink a few times, and then nod.

“BamBam told you about my cats, didn’t he?”  He nodded quickly, feeling sick about how weird he was seeming.  He wanted to run his hand through his hair, but he’d just gotten it done.

He didn’t know what to say next, so he watched you, to see if you’d start speaking again.  You set your earbuds on the counter, and picked up your brushes, and he glowed inside.  “Do you hate me?”  He asked quietly as you touched his face with the soft brush.  You only hesitated for a moment before continuing.  Your breath on JB’s face was driving him insane.  It was cool and smelled like mint gum.

“I don’t…hate you. How could someone hate you?”  you asked, avoiding his eyes.

“Then why do you talk to all of the other boys, but ignore me?” He tried not to blink as your brush passed lightly across his brow.  You smiled.

“You make me nervous.  I’m scared of you.  But in a good way, I suppose.”  You shrug and turn away. He catches your wrist in his hand, stilling your movements.  

You flush at the way his eyes connect to yours, burning into your irises with such an intensity.

“I scare you?” He murmurs softly, feeling himself stir at the way your blush creeps across your chest and beneath your clothes.  He half smirks, dark eyes taking in your features, You swallow, feeling terror and lust and twelve other emotions all at the same time.  You nod slowly.  “But in a good way, remember?”  

JB’s heart explodes at your words, and he wants to pull your plump, soft lips to him and taste you, to drink you in like a cup of ambrosia.  Your eyes pause behind him, and your cheeks flush as you pull your hand back to yourself, he glances in the mirror and sees all of the boys watching; he lets you pull away, and the boys all go back to what they were doing with a swift glare from their leader.  

The room becomes busy again and the two of you hold a quiet conversation about your cats, he asks about your family.  How you got the job with GOT7.  He loves listening to your voice, And it’s a great distraction from your body, which JB can barely take his eyes off of.

By the time you’re finished, JB has managed to get your number, and a date for the next day, before he and the boys leave again for Korea.

For the next 24 hours, JB cannot stop thinking about you.  So much so that it feels like the time passes in a blink.  And the next thing he knows, he’s at your apartment, picking you up in a sleek black car, with a soft leather interior.  He’s wearing a dark blue button up, with dark jeans.  He’s got several earrings in his ear, knowing that you said that that was your favorite look on the boys.  He attempted to smooth his hair down, even stooping so low as to ask Jackson for help.  Jackson had squealed like a child and dashed for his hairgel, causing JB to regret asking immediately.  He played with his keys and then phone as he waited for you, nervous that you’d change your mind halfway down the stairs.  

But then you’re door opened. His tongue went dry when you step out of your building, in a soft yellow sundress with blue azaleas all over it.  One of the spaghetti straps has slipped over your shoulder, leaving it bare for his eyes to wander over.  You’re wearing soft brown leather wedge sandals that your roommate said made your legs look  bomb.  And JB sees exactly what she means.  He’s really hoping you can’t see his hard-on through his jeans, and he rubs his hand across his face while thinking about Marks nasty socks in an attempt to distract himself.  

He decides to take you to a nice restaurant, somewhere with an expensive wine list and fancy mac and cheese served in a skillet.  You order in English for him, and he thinks he should be embarrassed that you’re helping him, but you’re so damn perfect that he really doesn’t care.  He watches as you place your round hands under your chine, smiling at him as he tells a pre-debut story.  He asks you about the music you listen to whilst doing his makeup, and you flush in excitement as you gush about your favorite musicians.  He is entranced by how you use your hands to talk, and how you laugh out loud at everything he says.

Later, he sees you rubbing your arms as the two of you walk down to the beach. He makes the two of you stop at the car to get a blanket that he stashed in the back of the car, and you pull your earbuds out of your purse.

He wraps you in it gently as you two sit in the sand, and you hand him one of the buds.  You watch the stars and JB watches you, as you hum softly to the chorus.

He loves the way the wind lifts your hair, the way the moon shines in your eyes, The way you glow in the starlight.  You’re body sways softly to the beat emanating from the earbud.  He traces the lines of your face and body with his eyes, wondering how he never got the courage up to speak to you sooner.  How was it possible that this girl, this round, lovely, silly, happy glowing girl struck so much fear into him that it made his heart race and his head pound.  How did this singular being cause so many emotions and feelings to rush through his body.  

JB feels all of these emotions running through him and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.  Or his whole body actually.

And so JB kisses you.  

And you are too surprised at first to respond, and JB is terrified for a moment that you don’t want this, don’t want him.  

He begins to pull away, but you clasp the back of his neck, at the base of his skull, and twine your fingers in his hair.  You crush your lips to his, and JB thinks that you taste just as good as he thought.

Like honey, and mint, and something that the only word he can think of is sunshine.

As you two break apart for air, He realizes something.

He doesn’t want to leave you.