#i never do these sort of challenges cause it just feels like stress for nothing but i love my ocs so ofc i'll do a bit of oc-tober

[chalkscrub]

gonna dip in and out of oc-tober - i'm already late, so here's a quick doodle of day 1) fav oc and day 2) new oc. mockley's the current apple of my eye and ethos is one of my newest fellas :^)

[rebelsofshield]

You had something maybe, maybe months ago, or a year ago, about how some fans are creatures of comfort. You didn't use that exact term but that's what I'm going with. It was in response to this ask about Din and being a leader I know this is going to sound awful, but I do think it's a bit strange that some fans can't just accept story progression. You said it's because they don't view it through a narrative lens, which I agree with But it does make me go insane that they just want to stay in this status quo bubble of Din being a wandering dad. Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with that, but to me it's like, don't they want to see him be more than that, do more than that? I know certain people would defend this by saying, "Din's not a leader!" and another can counter this by saying, "You're right, he's not, but his story can be about him learning to become one." This is mostly me venting

I think there is a general desire among a lot of fan communities to see characters they've become attached to only go through stories that are easy or comforting. Some of this I feel is due to the development of parasocial relationships with characters in media. People come to care about Din and what makes them happy is to see him exist in an easy or domestic lifestyle because to them that would be like checking in on a friend and seeing that they are happy and doing alright. I think this is also a key motivating factor in fan fiction as a whole. It allows you to continue revisiting characters in scenarios that official narratives do not and often times those are very lowstakes and emotionally soothing stories.

Additionally, there's a large amount of people that just turn to media like Star Wars for escapist entertainment. When they go to the theater or open Disney+, they want to see narratives that are exciting and full of spectacle, but don't make them uncomfortable. They want characters who are cool and likable doing cool things that never lead to experiencing genuine pain or becoming less likable. There's a part of me that understands this desire. We live in a very stressful, scary world and many see Star Wars as their way to step away from reality for a little bit of time. It lets them catch up on characters they care about and see some imaginative imagery.

The issue is that this sort of narrative is ultimately sort of empty. Its a fast food burger that dependably tastes the same regardless of where in the world you order it. You get what you wanted going in. But that's not art. That's not story. That's product. There may be artistry involved in creating said product, but the product itself doesn't want to do anything other than sustain its existence and continue providing similar feelings to the people who want it.

The issue is that Star Wars can be and has been more and is stuck in this consistent battle throughout its existence on how it wants to be product and how it wants to be art. You swing too far one way or another and you end up causing a firestorm. The Mandalorian to me seems to be a series that has at least some aspirations on being art or at least telling a story, but all too often feels compelled to return to its roots as a product. Its why you get big character changes for Din that are ultimately undone or seasons that function as guest star conveyor belts.

And I don't know, I don't even think there's something inherently wrong with Star Wars "the product." I love being served a little nostalgia or comfort every now and then, but eventually I start wanting something with a bit more flavor or thought? And sometimes that means making me a little uncomfortable or challenging my expectations.

[lovely-lepidoptera]

I've low-key got 0v3rw4tch brainrot,, so, have some of my 0w2 v0r3 headcanons <3 Plz be nice !! I don't write very often and I'm trying to practice TvT

!! PLEASE DO NOT USE MAIN TAGS !! I don't want people seeing this and getting uncomfy !!

!! TANK EDITION !!

[ Minus H4mm0nd & W1nst0n cause,,, no.]

If you want more, send me an ask and I'll happily go on a rant about anyone uvu Try and guess who my fav pred is Challenge: Impossible

D.v4 : I could definitely see her being a pred in certain scenarios, but I much prefer her as prey. I love fanfictions where she's very reluctant to be eaten, but due to her high stress levels and lack of rest she's forced to as a sort of break from her work. In instances where she is a pred, I love when it's to protect her friends/partner and even then she's also a bit reluctant to do so at first.

D00mf1st : Very cruel, but relaxed and overall lazy predator for the most part. As much as he doesn't mind making a quick meal out of anyone he deems as weak.. he secretly yearns for a challenge. He's very dismissive of his prey as well.. not caring much for all the pleading and begging, but does enjoy the feeling of them moving around once they're inside him. To him, they're just food. Perhaps a bit of entertainment as he pokes at his stomach to keep them moving, but nothing more than that.

Junk3rqu33n : Very gluttonous and opportunistic predator who's more than willing to show off her catches and eat in public. She doesn't mind if you can see her prey moving around in her gut or not and has used it as a way to send a message to the people of Junkertown who wish to defy her rule. However,,, I definitely think she would be a reluctant and easily flustered prey. I read a fanfiction once where she had one of her nightmares and the other character proposed they ate her to see if it helped her sleep through the night and seeing someone write JQ as a prideful, but easily flustered prey was SO GOOD.

M4ug4 : VERY cruel and possessive predator; borderlining obsessive. He's definitely used Talon's resources to stalk prey and that's one of the reasons Baptiste left Talon in the first place. He doesn't take no for an answer and is willing to do whatever it takes to fill his gut.. no matter how unethical or shady it is. M4ug4 is definitely the type to play with his food before eating it as well,, taunting, biting, licking, and scratching while his prey writhes and screams beneath him.. knowing that they'd never be able to escape him. Despite how roughly he treats his prey, however.. his taunting is sickeningly sweet and his cunning attitude lures in prey like a moth to a flame. He's a very intelligent predator.. that combined with his strength makes it impossible for most prey to make it out alive.

0R1SA : Two words. Protection v0re. I read a really good fanfiction a while ago about her having a compartment in her "stomach" to help transport injured people or detain criminals and it was,,, very good. Sorry I don't have more thoughts on her- I probably won't for most omnics 😔

R4m4ttr4 : The whole idea of being a pred and eating someone was definitely not his idea nor will he admit to liking it, but.. he does secretly hope for the opportunity when it offers itself. He's completely against allowing humans into his abdominal compartment, but.. when it comes to another omnic, ESPECIALLY one he really cares about,, oh, baby. He's very protective of his prey and never seems to let them too far out of his sight. His "stomach" is a very personal and almost intimate part of his omnic anatomy in his eyes. So, when he offers them refuge inside.. it's the closest thing most omnics get to an affectionate gesture from him.

R3Inh4rdt : He was a very reluctant predator at first, doing it only to be kind to his dear prey, but.. now he's constantly asking to eat them any chance he gets. Any sort of protection v0re with him goes absolutely insane imo especially with other members of 0v3rw4tch, but I really like just like,,, domestic and sweet scenarios with him. Like,, him coming up to his partner nearly every night asking to keep them in his stomach,, explaining the extra weight feels comfortable and he'll toss and turn without you inside of him- he's always ready to pull out the puppy dog eyes to get what he wants and he's very gentle the whole time.. softly rubbing his middle and making sure you're comfortable the whole time.

R04dh0g : He's so versatile when it comes to v0r3 scenarios it's actually insane,, like half of my mind loves thinking about him and Junkr4t running around causing mayhem and filling up their guts with whoever they please without a care in the world, but,, the other half wants so badly for him to be soft and loving when he eats one person in particular. He's not very talkative, obviously, so a lot of his sweetness is through his touch.. his tongue, and the soft noises he makes as he tastes his prey.. and once he's gulped them down, his hand rests permanently on his stomach as he enjoys every little bit of movement until his prey is settled. He's definitely also eaten Junkr4t and tried to sneak into Junkertown, but obviously it didn't work since he's still a wanted man himself.

S1gm4 : My beloved,, in his prime, he was quite the cunning and alluring predator. He had to be in order to fuel his large and imposing body, but.. after the accident, he lost most of his instincts in that regard and now barely eats prey at all unless they offer themselves up to him. At first glance, most assume he's nothing but large prey.. having been targeted multiple times by predators his size, but despite the state of his mind.. he's still more than able to hold his own and usually ends up eating the other predator before they even get a chance to taste him. He's always polite to prey willing to be his meal.. praising and soothing them as he tastes them. He's gentle the entire way down, rubbing at his throat and stomach through the entire process and giving all of his attention to his bulging stomach the moment his prey is tucked away inside.

Z4ry4 : A confident predator always looking to bulk. She receives thousands of letters every day from fans all over the globe begging her to eat them and she's more than willing to oblige as long as they don't get in the way of her training. She's not the most kind predator out there.. at most giving a quick thanks before getting back to work or lying down for a well deserved nap, but she's not the type to be cruel either. She appreciates her fans she's just never been the most social person despite her fame. (She definitely has a weak spot for bigger prey tho,, ESPECIALLY chubby women)

[ziskandra]

Find the Words

Search your works for the given words and post the context of what you find! My given words (from @mxkelsifer) were danger, follow, color and decline.

DANGER

Trucy inched closer to the door, pushing on it gently so she could see more of the kitchen. She could see Daddy then, staring more into the depths of his own cup of coffee than the woman sitting across from him.

“So you’re still staying in contact with the legal community,” the woman asked, and Trucy noticed how the woman’s posture relaxed as she said that, how the grip on her mug was a lot less tight than it had been previously. “Does that mean you be contesting the Bar Association’s decision?” It was Daddy that tensed this time, Trucy noticed. “I don’t have any intention of doing so.” The woman’s face clouded dangerously, and Trucy was sure if she had that whip in her hands, Daddy would be feeling it across his face. The thought made Trucy swell in anger, but she did not run into the kitchen just yet--she wanted to see Daddy take care of himself, now that he wasn’t in immediate danger. “You’re a fool, Phoenix Wright,” the woman snapped. “You come so far, almost defeating me in the process, and you’re telling me that you intend on hiding away like a coward? The media paints you as a hero who can work miracles, but at the end of the day, you can’t even help yourself? You can’t even help the little girl that’s in your care? You disgust me. You’d let one tiny foolish incident stand in your way… clearly, I’d misinterpreted your dedication to the job—”

FOLLOW

While little brother claims he returned to America after his year of epiphany to help me, I cannot help but think that he wanted to help Phoenix Wright instead. I am Franziska von Karma, and I do not need Miles Edgeworth’s help. Those tears I might have shed before my own return to Europe were caused by the stress of not being able to prosecute, nothing more.

So, naturally, when Miles announced his return to the States without even once mentioning it before, I could not help but think that perhaps that Phoenix Wright was involved again. But Phoenix Wright is no longer a practicing attorney, so why would Miles need to help him now?

After two months, when Miles did not return to Europe like I’d anticipated, I decided to follow him back to America. Well, not entirely. I never follow. The cases here in Germany had simply grown stale, and although I despise America and its culture (or, what culture it pretends to have), I cannot deny that whenever I was there, I felt different. Challenged. Alive.

COLOR

Franziska's heart jumped, and it was all she could do to not squirm awkwardly under her sister's continued scrutiny. She'd been feeling out-of-sorts all day, but Lisbeth had done nothing but her best to be inclusive.

Alexander got to his feet, standing just behind his wife’s chair. “Go ahead. Open it.”

Franziska’s fidgety fingers finally made a dedicated attempt at opening the present; colourful paper fell away until only a box remained. After looking up at Alexander's encouraging smile, she continued, opening the lid of her present; it was a very pretty broach, the same color as her eyes. She'd once had one of a similar shade but different shape, but had lost it during a challenging crime scene investigation. Of course, Franziska herself had surmounted the challenge, but her broach had not.

Although it did not match, Franziska affixed the broach to the front of her dress. After some scrutiny, she decided that it would go well with her usual court attire. “You're family,” Lisbeth repeated and it was only once Franziska looked up again that she was taken aback by the warmth of Lisbeth's smile. Von Karmas were not nurturing, but it seemed that the years had affected Franziska's sister; Lisbeth was truly a Paffenholz now. Suddenly awkward for a reason she could not quite decipher, Franziska averted her gaze as she let the feeling rush through her.

Maybe Christmas wasn't so bad after all.

DECLINE

They’re careful in public, of course. Oh, Meredith might still manhandle him with wild abandon, grasping at fistfuls of robes when he particularly draws her ire, but it’s only when they’re in the safety of their own quarters that she brings her mouth crashing down against his, pinning him against the wall with one forearm, knee pressed up against his groin. She’ll kiss him hard enough to bruise, to break the skin if she’s not careful, and she rarely is. Meredith is the Knight-Commander, and this is the only space she has to let go, to be with one of the only people in the whole damn city who’s not scared by her, not even a little bit, and if that’s what she needs, then Orsino is happy to provide, because Maker knows, he needs it too.

With every other templar, Orsino knows he needs to watch his back. Even those who have never personally witnessed a mage turn into an abomination (a number that is rapidly declining in the disaster zone that is known as the city of Kirkwall) watch the mages with suspicious eyes, fingers twitching at any whiff of forbidden magic. And even though he knows it’s Meredith who’s at least nurtured, if not planted, these misconceptions in the minds of those under her command, the fear of an untimely death is the furthest thing from his mind when they’re alone together like this. If she actually wanted to kill him, she’s had plenty of chances already. But he knows, just as she does, that she needs him, just as much as he needs her. If somebody were to replace her, he’d have to learn a whole new playbook, and there’s no guarantee that he’ll be able to work together this … intimately with the next Knight-Commander. And there was always the chance that they could be worse.

Tagging: @genedar, @musashi, @squadron-of-damned, @princefado, @jake-marshall and anybody else who'd like to do this one! Your words are: roast, love, shade & inclination!

[notsosilentsister]

How to enjoy challenging books

The one thing you need to enjoy reading a challenging book is patience - patience with the book, and patience with yourself. Sometimes you really just need to be in a certain frame of mind to get something out a book, and the best course of action is to put it back on the shelf and return to it at a more convenient time.

My mother, who is maybe the most voracious reader I know - our home has been wall to wall books since I can remember - had a year after getting her doctorate degree in which she could read nothing but Karl May. I like challenging books, but I've certainly had my Karl May years too (in my case tumblr, twitter and K-drama). Sometimes life circumstances are such that the mind gets overstrained, and then challenging books are really not what the doctor ordered for a good while. Your life has been very stressful recently. Hopefully that stress will abate eventually. I bet you'll find your way back to challenging books then, but you need to give yourself enough time to get back into the groove. Pushing yourself too hard is the most likely cause for the resentment you're currently feeling, and it's what's nipping any potential enjoyment you might get from your reading in the bud. Here are some things I do to get back into the groove after a Karl May phase: I don't push myself at all. My goal is not to finish the book, but to approach it with an open mind, try to get out of it what I can, and read however many pages I decide to read without resenting the experience. I allow myself to defer judgment. Sometimes, when a book is highly praised by people whose opinion I value, not getting the fuss can feel like a failure, some sort of deficiency in myself. I don't want to think this, but I also don't want to accuse these people of falling for a hype; I don't want to be that sort of person who dismisses anything they don't get as overrated. So I remind myself that neither has to be the case - maybe it's just bad timing, maybe the time for this book hasn't come yet in my life. And indeed, from experience I know that sometimes books that lingered on my shelves for years end up turning into favourites once I'm finally in the right mind for them. I remind myself of the joy of reading challenging books by rereading challenging books I've enjoyed in the past. I'm not normally much of a rereader, because I usually crave novelty. I often think that I'm missing out because of this. You can get such a different experience, so much more profound insights from a book on a reread! (I once got out of a deep identity crisis by rereading Musil's The Man Without Qualities at the perfect moment.) Reading a challenging book is always a bit of risk, because there's always a chance that the emperor was naked after all, and then it's difficult not to feel resentful. The big advantage of a reread is that you already know this book will personally resonate with you - but you have changed since your last reading, so it will resonate in a different way, and it can be fascinating to consider this difference, what it says about the way in which you have changed. Last but not least, I sometimes give myself an external incentive to read the book, not to force myself to finish, mind you, just as a bit of additional motivation to stick with it a little bit longer than I normally would. For this, I turn on my English-major brain and go to the meta-level. There were, after all many books I wouldn't have picked up if they hadn't been on the reading-list for some class or other, and while reading them might have often felt like a bit of a slog in the moment, I almost never regret the time I spent on these books, because I've found myself thinking about them quite a bit since then, and it turns out they really helped me understand something I didn't understand before. (Mansfield Park has maybe Austen's least compelling romance - unless you determine that the actual romance is with the house - but the older I get, the more it becomes my favourite Austen, because it's the one that comes back to my mind the most; when my charger craps out on a long train ride, and my phone deserts me, I can reliably entertain myself for hours, just thinking about Mansfield Park and what it says and doesn't say about Austen's attitude towards slavery, for instance). Now, the true benefits of such reading often materialize quite late in the game, and it can be helpful to have some more tangible, immediate incentives in the interim, to tide you over the slog-part of the experience. In college it used to be the perspective of getting a good grade for that class. For many people it can be the idea of being able to discuss the book with their book club (and impress people with your keen analysis of the themes and implied world-view or bond with others over how tiresome you found the reading experience), but I have to admit that I'm not personally one for book clubs either. What I do is, that I sometimes give myself a little project connected with the book - eg. write about it on my tumblr, or write a Wikepedia article about it. Wikipedia can be really bad when it comes to books, especially books written by women, so I'm feeling like I'm doing humanity a service, and that makes my efforts feel worth it. Of course writing a Wikipedia article means engaging with the challenging book even more deeply - it means I don't just read the book, I also read a lot of reviews, and a couple of scholarly articles about it, just as I would for a paper in college. It might seem a bit counter-intuitive to spend all that time on a book that I might have found a bit dull actually. But in college I learned that sometimes engaging more deeply actually makes the book less dull in retrospect. Again, it's just a bit of extra-motivation though - if the book is too much of a slog, Wikipedia will have to do without me.

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 💐- June 2023 - Capricorn

Singles:

Overall energy: Justice

How you will meet: 5 Wands

How they will treat you: Page of Pentacles

Long-term Potential: 4 Pentacles & 7 Swords

Oracle: Behold! The field in which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it, and see that it is BARREN.

This is the biggest fkboy/girl that ever fkboy/girl’d. You are OBSESSED with this person. There may have been all sorts of sneaky, exciting, passionate rendezvous with this person at some time. They have Felon in their messages, Knight of Wands and King of Wands rev, the player of all players. That’s what makes them exciting, fun, sexy, impulsive, all of that. You’re crazy about them. They seem to know this, and also know that they’re not good for you. Bravo to them for being mature about it, you don’t normally get this kind of behavior from someone who is all of these things. They definitely have multiple options, it could be what ends this the first time. There are probably several times. They will end up leaving for good, and apologize for hurting you, because they know they’re wrong, and that you deserve better, they have no excuse. I get a “this is how I am” sort of nonsense with them. They won’t change. Long term, they’re holding back from you and any more sneaky sort of interactions with you. No communication = no more stress, hurt, etc., which they know they’ve caused you. In their mind it’s Justice, doing the right thing. It’s also clear that you refuse to let them go and stalk them however you’re able to. It’s like you know they’re not good for you but want them anyway. That’s the appeal with bad boys/girls, they make you crazy and then hurt you. The Oracle probably shows their feelings, and this reading is nudging you to move on from this toxic relationship. Even they know they’re not what’s best for you.

Messages -

Their side:

- Reckless Spender 🤑

- No one GETS me like you do.

- Felon

Your side:

- I will surprise you

- I value our bond

- I will never leave you alone

Signs you may be dealing with:

Gemini, Capricorn, Aquarius, Leo & Sagittarius

Couples:

Overall energy: 7 Swords

Current: 7 Pentacles

Challenge: The Hermit

How they feel about you: 9 Wands

How you feel about them: The High Priestess

Outcome: The Moon rev, 2 Pentacles rev & 10 Swords

This is probably an ex that’s hurt you, and you could be reading way more into the situation than there actually is, because this person comes off as “frank”, very cut and dry. I’m surprised not to see Knight/King of Swords out here, except they’re not actually communicating at all. Someone held back their dissatisfaction, probably them, they weren’t into this as much as you were. There was time & effort put into this connection, 7 Pentacles is having put in a lot of hard work to create your happy stable relationship, however long that was for you. The challenge is being alone, and 5 Pentacles, which in your case is abandonment, possible financial problems and a major hit to your self confidence. Gorgeous always seems to come out when someone is feeling low about themselves, and your Oracle shows that too. You are! You’re being really hard on yourself, your looks, your body, when these things have nothing to do with this person, or why they’re an asshole. They’re just an asshole 🙏

This month is about gaining clarity over assumptions, and this could hurt you deeply. There was probably someone else, maybe they left you for this person, or they’ve just moved on, they know how you feel about it. You feel like they were secretly planning and plotting this betrayal behind your back. I don’t get that. That’s where the clarity comes. They’re either saying they didn’t actually do anything, until this was over first, or they’re admitting someone else was the whole reason why the ending has happened at all. Either way, it’s painful for you to hear. This person isn’t the most emotional. I don’t get they’re “bad”, just not for you, because they feel like this situation is negative for them too. But your confidence has plummeted, and Spirit wants to raise those vibrations. You’re a beautiful, worthy person that deserves a love that’s mutual, long lasting & authentic.

Messages -

Their side:

- Nobody got TIME for this mess.

- Facial Hair 🧔‍♂️

Your side:

- I won’t go backwards, only forwards.

- Gorgeous ❤️

Oracles - He was frank with me 🌭

Their side: If you’re in a negative environment, it creates a block, and positive energy can’t get through.

Your side: Take care of your body. Don’t do anything to excess. Your body is your temple.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Virgo, Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Pisces & Gemini

[icedteabri]

I am so nervous but excited for the next coming days, I am waiting to hear back from a summer job, I had a zoom interview a couple days ago and I did my makeup and cut my hair so it looked like super nice and tested my camera TWICE and when I logged in, my camera REFUSED to work. I was sitting in the interview trying my best to fix my computer while not freaking out and in the end it just didn't work so we did the whole interview without a camera. :/

They were really nice and I think? I answered all the questions kinda well? It was a lot about my personality and if I could like get along with people when working together in a remote spot with no cell service 5 days a week 24/7 and I was like,, omg yeas that sounds like a dream I love working as a team and I love getting to know people and having a team that you can depend on is so important when doing remote field work and they asked me to describe my personality and the best I could think of was lighthearted?? and nice?? I was so sad cause I was sitting in my nice makeup I spent like 20 minutes on and my nice professional dress I had to pull out of the back of my closet and they couldn't even see me cause my camera still refused to work even after it worked perfectly fine the first two times I tried it so I kept stumbling over my answers and I talk with my hands, like I relate with reigen arataka because my hands NEVER sit still when I talk and I am SO worried that is going to effect how they view my interview and me as a person and there was nothing I could do about it. This is literally my dream summer internship job like I would spend my weeks camping and hiking and collecting data on trees and it sounds so fun and I would do almost anything to secure this spot but in the end they said they are looking to see who would do best in a team together cause they want to create really strong teams so I just hope they like me enough? that like even without my camera I was able to show enough enthusiasm through my voice alone to convince them but I am so nervous that it's not.

And my other internship has not emailed me back since my interview so if I don't get this one I start back at square one and have to try to apply for other jobs before they all close and its so much stress aaaaaaaaa!!!! But in the meantime I have a big exam tomorrow and one on Friday and another thing due tomorrow morning at 9am so I have to stop thinking about the interview and focus on those things but its so hard rip. anyway yea I needed to get that off my chest and the best way to do that sometimes is to just type it out and then post it to my blog :)

Either way I feel better after word-vomiting because it really lets me sort out my thoughts. Its like writing in a journal but quicker. anyway I hope you have a good week wherever you are and I wish you the best of luck on any challenges/side quests/obstacles coming up this week <3

ALso I try to tag all my personal posts as Bri time so if you do not wish to see these feel free to block that tag. :)

[forceblinded]

She feels a kinship of sorts between them; a bond all too fresh and fragile to quite name it anything substantial, but pleasant all the same. If kindness and empathy had a physical presence, Rein is quite certain it'd take a shape all too similar to the senator. That, at least, is a comfort to her — to the Jedi more often than not stoic, keeping her distance from all those around her. It's not a fear of getting hurt or hurting others propelling it, or even a lingering anxiety about what Arkken might do once he realises she's made new friends. She's just emotionally stunted these days, she feels. She has to be, if she wants to survive shouldering the burden her former master's placed on her. Even that ( the will to survive at all ) is becoming more questionable by the day.

The statement posited by the Senator rings true, as far as she's concerned. They ought to bear the responsibility for the galaxy and all the stress that comes with it for the sake of the young ones. Nevertheless, even her childhood was largely designed in preparation for that — so carefree, her childhood after her departure from Naboo, was not. Not even the adults trying to govern the galaxy and the stresses that came with it prevented that. Perhaps they even caused it to be the way it was, she comes to think. That thought might've driven many a person towards bitterness, but not her. She feels nothing about it, except for a vague longing to make up for lost time.

When faced with a question, though, she can focus her attention elsewhere at least. ❛ I think I stopped being carefree the moment I met Arkken. I felt something grand was awaiting me — and that I would never be able to experience it while I still had my parents and brother in my life. ❜ Hardly the type of anxiety she'd wish on her ten-year-old self, but such was the nature of their first bunch of encounters. ❛ As for what it was like to begin my training, ❜ she trails off with a mirthless smile, ❛ in a word: challenging. I joined the ranks later than most younglings, and my homesickness persisted for years. I may never be truly rid of it, really. ❜

these newly offered signs of empathy were touching. so very genuine the words leaving the jedi knight's lips were that padmé didn't end up taking them as simple 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 that'd to be expected, titles taken in consideration. she'd been rather used to hearing cleverly formed sentences, promises that'd been empty the moment they'd rolled from forked tongues; anything to survive, isn't that what every single soul was more or less knowingly doing, what life was all about ? a soft smile lingered on her lips still, head bowing in appreciation. there was no reason to wish anything ill to fall upon either of them, nor those they considered family, which is exactly why they were in the shuttle on their way towards the planet of lakes and soft rays of the sun.

oh, how dearly she wished that they'd be greeted with good news and welcomed with open arms — she was confident in both but wielded no gift of foreseeing. to think that out there was someone who'd be willing to go beyond all borders in order to destroy whatever hope the knight still had stored within her heart was most 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, no words great enough existed to describe such evil. the hands of fate could be most cruel at times, true reasons behind tragedies far too complicated for a mortal being to understand. ❝ yes. though i am sure we both are far too young to see how limitless our options truly are. we're simply walking along the paths forged before us. ❞ or so she 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 to believe at least, as it would be a shame if there'd be nothing more to discover in the potential future.

a long pause followed the new question presented to her. for but a moment padmé appeared absentminded, unsure of how to put her thoughts into words. ❝ when i was a child, i suppose. all was new... new and so very captivating, no room for excessive sorrows. which is how it is meant to be, no ? we are the ones holding the weight of worry so the youngest won't have to. ❞ an answer as 𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 as ever. ❝ what was it like to begin your training, were you still carefree back then ? ❞

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon 

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children… 

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still! 

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip! 

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan 

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment. 

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent. 

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus 

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub 

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating... 

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident… 

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor 

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

[mc-lukanette]

"Optigami" (Alternate Ending)

"Luka."

Luka glanced up from his seat in the greenhouse area of the Liberty. Ladybug was standing on top of the glass, and he blinked to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.

After confirming that she was really there, he set his guitar aside and greeted, "Hey. Is something wrong?"

"No," she answered immediately, then corrected, "Ah—I mean, yes. Sort of."

She gestured down to the floor wordlessly and he nodded to assure that she could come down. She nodded in return, dropping to the deck so she could approach him. The greenhouse area wasn’t a discreet location normally - given all the glass windows - but it was nighttime and Paris was asleep, so he was sure they were alone.

"I wanted to apologize," she muttered, a deep regret in her gaze, "for getting you - everyone, really - involved in all of this. Giving you a miraculous has caused nothing but trouble for you."

Luka couldn't respond at first, shocked at the suddenness of the conversation. It wasn’t like he’d forgotten what’d happen that day, but he hadn’t imagined her feeling any guilt over it. "I... Ladybug, you don't have to apologize for anything. I was glad I got to protect Paris."

"But it was my mistake that got your identity found out," she whispered. Averting her gaze, she added forlornly, "It was barely a few weeks ago when I got someone to talk about my hero life, and now they're probably going to be targeted by Shadow Moth because they needed to help me. I'm supposed to be protecting all of you, not the other way around. My hero life...” She sighed. “It's caused trouble for everyone and shown me the truth."

Something about the word "truth" unnerved him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "What do you mean? What truth?"

"That I was never supposed to rely on others," she replied. "I'll only burden them. I have to carry being Ladybug by myself, or else the people I love will be Shadow Moth's next victims. Everyone I picked felt so right for their miraculouses - or so I thought - but then everything went wrong. I'm sorry, Luka, for... everything."

"Ladybug, you..." Luka trailed off. She looked empty - defeated - like she'd made a realization that she should've made long ago; a realization that’d come too late. "But, your confidant..."

"I can't change what I told them, but they did too much under Shadow Moth's watch," she explained. "They can't do anything for me anymore. It's too risky."

"Then get another one," he gently encouraged. When she gave him a confused look, he clarified, "I might not know much about you, Ladybug, but I don't think anyone can do everything alone." After some careful thought, he continued, "Even Shadow Moth had that woman - Mayura? - as his partner, and he's an adult."

Luka didn't know how old Ladybug was, of course, but he knew well enough that she was around his age. Her song implied the same: strong, brave, but also young and stressed.

"I...I can't," Ladybug argued. "I'd just be putting them in danger."

"What if they want to put themselves in danger for you?" he challenged, not willing to back down so easily. "For Paris?"

She hesitated, taking a step back and rubbing the side of her neck. "I don't have to worry about anyone this way."

"Everyone should have someone to worry about," Luka countered, a lighter, fonder tone to his voice. "I have a few myself."

She looked at him, suddenly curious. "...Really?"

"Yeah," he answered. "My sister was the first verse I ever thought about. I worry about her all the time and whether I'm doing the best I can as her brother."

He just barely heard her gentle interjection of, "I-I'm sure you are."

He gave her an appreciative smile and continued, "It's thanks to you giving her that amulet that I don't have to think about her getting akumatized anymore, and we're talking more about more now too." Then, putting a hand to a necklace that wasn't there, he added, "Marinette's my second verse."

Had it not been so dark, he would've seen the hint of pink on Ladybug's cheeks.

"Even if we're not together anymore, I still care about her. I still worry about her. She's brave and smart and I'm sure she can take care of herself, but even when I was in the vents at the event that happened today, I still wanted her to be okay. Maybe it sounds like they're burdens to me, but they make me want to be better - stronger - so nothing happens to them."

Ladybug went strangely quiet at that, though Luka could see that she seemed to be feeling some mix of emotions.

"...Thank you," she finally said, though he wasn't sure what she was thanking him for. "Really, but I don't have anyone else, and even if I did, it... it's better for me to just wear the miraculouses myself."

He understood her logic, but it was difficult to say much when he didn't know anything about combining miraculouses. "That sounds... hard, being a one-man band all the time..."

"It's what I have to do," she retorted, almost curtly. "Even if I had someone, I wouldn't know how to make it work. There are so many risks."

Luka considered that, his fingers idly stroking where the snake bangle would be in he had it. The next step was obvious, and he replied resolutely, "What about me?"

"Huh?" She gaped at him. "Wh—Luka? But—today, you... and the snake—"

"If you need to give me a different miraculous, that's okay," he assured. "Shadow Moth would never know. He'd think you figured his plan out and decided to get rid of all the heroes you had." Placing a hand to his chest rather than the non-existent necklace, he added, "And I promise, Ladybug, I'll do everything I can for you. I'm not dating anyone and I can go with any song you need me to play. If you just need to call me, I can make myself available. Even with my job, I'm usually out riding by myself, so I can stop for you."

"That—" She looked like she wanted to argue, but she stopped herself, her eyes looking back and forth between both of his like she was really trying to think about what he was saying. "...that sounds... nice, actually."

"You shouldn't have to lose everyone because of a mistake, Ladybug," he told her genuinely. He didn't know - didn't care - about the mistake she made. He only knew that she didn't need to be punished like this. "You deserve a Second Chance of your own."

Her lips pressed together, her eyes shimmering at his words. She seemed touched, and he felt trusted at the way she willingly showed vulnerability in front of him.

The moment dragged on for a few seconds, Ladybug looking at him, then the deck, and then the world around them. Finally, her hand reached for her yoyo, and she opened it to reveal a bright pink portal. She reached inside, pulling out the fox miraculous that he recognized from seeing on Rena Rouge.

"Luka Couffaine, will you accept this miraculous? Will you become my new confidant?"

"Yes," he replied. He’d tried to look and sound professional as he took it - seeing how much of a high honor it was - but with the way the corners of her lips quirked up at him, she may've been merely amused by the attempt.

She was smiling regardless at least.

He stared at the miraculous in his hands, the tiny weight of it being unable to compete with the real weight of being Ladybug's confidant now. It seemed so heavy, yet rewarding at the same time, and he couldn't imagine how little the weight must've been compared to what she carried every day.

"Luka," she called gently.

He glanced up from the miraculous to look at her, the sudden friendliness in the whisper of his name catching him off-guard.

"There's one more thing," she told him.

"What is it?" he asked, mentally preparing himself as he clutched the fox miraculous to his chest.

Yet, no amount of preparation could've prepared him for what came next.

"...Tikki, spots off."

[dreamsfreckles]

[8:34p.m.] High Hopes

~

Dream x reader

Suggestive, fluff

Dre being nervous hehe - enjoy!

“Dream...” Sapnap sighed into the phone for the upteenth time. “Just chill. Go with the flow.” Dream runs a hand through his hair stressfully, his phone held up to his right ear. “But I don’t know what to expect!” He growls in a hushed voice. “Whatever happens... Just don’t have a bad reaction.” Sapnap simplifies. “I think you’re over thinking this man, you’re probably just going to end up playing minecraft or something.” Dream sighs at his friend’s lack of good advice. “You are no help.” He groans.

Dream was sat in your bedroom, alone. You had departed from him to take a shower.

Why was Dream panicking you ask? Before you left for your shower, you may or may not have made a suggestive remark about what you were going to “do to him” once you were finished cleaning yourself up; successfully leaving Dream as a flustered mess.

You and Dream had a flirtatious friendship. This was driving him insane.

It could’ve been an accidental innuendo...

But it also could’ve meant something that is successfully making Dream’s hopes go WAY up.

“Isn’t it a little rude to leave your guest alone to take a shower?” Dream laughs nervously at Sapnap’s question, raising his arm up to rub the back of his neck. “Well..” Dream begins. “I kind of, accidentally, might’ve been the reason why she needed one in the first place..?” Dream mumbled, sounding more like a question. Sapnap’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He was too scared to ask what the hell Dream did. Thankfully, before Sapnap had the chance to speak, Dream began to explain.

“Okay, so, she was telling me about this one time, when Tommy called her to try and get her to be one of the embassadors of L’Manburg, and when Tommy didn’t get the answer from her that he wanted, he tried to bribe her with Tubbo’s stress relievers. This didn’t work, however, so he called Tubbo over to see if he could convince her; which was a smart move because she LOVES Tubbo. But anyway, Tubbo turned into “Big Law” and started using his Tubboat tactics to win her over and it worked. So I started laughing and then she started laughing and then that made me laugh even more because she has a very contagious laugh. And then I accidentally knocked her whiteclaw over with my elbow, and it spilled all over her lap.” Dream finished.

Sapnap immediately burst out laughing. “You-” Sapnap couldn’t contain his laughter, not being able to form coherent sentences. Dream began giggling himself, only to instantly sober up once he heard the shower turn off in the next room over. “Shit, Sapnap, I heard the shower turn off, she’s coming.” Dream stands up, panicking, not knowing what to do with himself. “Dream, weren’t you the one making fun of me for not knowing how to deal with girls? You were so cocky, but look at you now.” He pauses with a smirk. “Pussy.” Dream rolls his eyes at his so-called ‘friend.’ “Stop being an idiot.” He glares. “She’s different from the other girls I’ve known. She’s... weird.” Sapnap face shifted into a poker face. “You do realize what you sound like right now, right?” Dream facepalms. “She isn’t a dumbass Sapnap. I really don’t know how to do shit with her becuase it’s so different compared to everyone else. I can’t explain it.” Every time you and Dream are together, he feels like the best version of himself. You always have a new adventure for him to look forward to. Plus you were hot as shit and He had a MASSIVE crush on you. “It’s so weird Sapnap, its like I’ve never had a good time in my life until I met her.” Sapnap smiled in disbelief at his friend’s words. “You, Dream,” he continued. “are a simp.” Before Dream could snap back at Sapnap, the handle of your bedroom door jiggled, signaling that you were about to come in. Dream immediately ends the call with Sapnap and throws his phone on your bed in a panic.

Slauntering into your bedroom, freshly showered and dressed in one of Dream’s smile hoodies with some comfy shorts, you look up at Dream who was awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. “You good?” You start. “It looks like I just missed catching you in the act of something forbidden...” you suspect. Dream quickly shakes his head. “No! You just surprised me..” he half lies. You narrow your eyes at him, looking for any sign of dishonesty. Dream averts his eyes to the merch you’re wearing, starting to become smug with your choice of clothing. “Nice outfit.” He smirks. You let out a laugh and roll your eyes, already forgetting his weird vibes from when you first entered the room. “I won’t lie, this sweatshirt is one of my favorites.” You smile down at your hoodie, stuffing your hands in the pocket on the front. The hoodie was twice your size, giving you max comfort. Dream liked how it looked on you, it was almost like you were wearing HIS sweatshirt.

Yes, technically it is HIS merch, but it’s not actually HIS hoodie. He wanted to see you in one of his actual hoodies that he wears on a day to day basis. It would give him some sort of pride seeing you wearing his clothes. The merch was good enough, for now.

Seeing how Dream was still awkwardly standing, you directed him to sit on the edge of your bed while you sat in your desk chair. You rolled the chair away from the desk and towards the bed to sit across from him. Content with your and his positions infront of each other, you giggle at his nervous looking facial expression.

“You know I’m not mad at you, right?” You laugh.

Dream slowly nods, a little confused. “Yeah...”

“Then why are you acting like I’m going to bite you for spilling the whiteclaw?” You joke.

Dream laughs nervously. Oh. He didn’t really connect that the comment you made earlier could be because of the spill incident. “I don’t know...” he replies shyly.

“Well, chillax then.” You giggle, swatting his knee with your hand.

Dream scoffs playfully at your terminology. “Chillax?Chill and relax? Really?” You stare at him with a challenging look. “You are such a hypocrite. You have weird words too!” You retort. Dream lets out a hearty wheeze at your defense. “Like what?” He questions. Your brain short-circuts and you suddenly have no comebacks. “Uh..” you try to think of something, but ultimately have nothing. “Well!” You try to spit something out. “At least I didn’t vote for a stupid squid to be added to minecraft!” You clap back. Dream rolls his eyes playfully. “Oh, come on. That was the worst comeback I’ve ever heard come from you.” You cross your arms in defeat. “Today is an off day, your highness. I had a whiteclaw foolishly spilled all over my lap.” Dream groans in embarrassment. “I said I was sorry like a million times!” He retaliates, hunching over and covering his face with both of his hands. “I know.” You sigh, content with his reaction. “So,” you start. “What do you want to do now?” You ask him. Dream darts his head up to you from his hunched position, inwardly getting too excited for his own good.

...Then Dream realizes that your statement earlier about what you were “going to do to him” was probably a joking threat from the whiteclaw spillage. His face heats up from the memory. He can be so dumb sometimes. “Uh... I don’t know. What do you want to do?” He peers at you, lost of any hope he had before.

You smirk at him with mischief. You knew what you said earlier. You wanted to see if he would get riled up. News flash: he did.

“Hmmm..” you hum aloud, giving him a look that would make his knees buckle if he was standing up. “I have an idea of what we could do...” you stood softly from your chair and stepped closer to him, causing him to look up at you from the edge of the bed.

I guess you could say Dream was fucked right about now.

Literally

IM JOKING

LOL HOPE YOU ENJOYED

Made this one very suggestive lol, I thought it would be funny

Sorry for any typos! This sat in my drafts for a while, I didn’t know where to take it hehe

[willwriteforhugs]

you saved me- park seonghwa

seonghwa x reader - one shot !

word count: 2k

genre: fluff, meet-cute

synopsis: a busy and cold winter day leads you to a (very close) brush with death. but a stranger seems to be in just the right place at just the right time...

warnings: mentions of loneliness, near car accident (nothing too serious)

a/n: 

me as i open tumblr with the intent of actually posting for once: god i need to go post something so i feel less bad about being alive

so, anyways. first seonghwa fic- which is really just a long drabble. i always knew i wanted a seonghwa meet-cute, and this idea just seemed to suit him... please remember that this is for entertainment purposes only, though, so be respectful! (also, ^^^THIS genre of seonghwa pic, with the grainy filter and the tan...bruh...)

 anyways, i hope you enjoy, and as always- thank you for reading :)

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your breath comes out in short, angry puffs, which you can see reflected in the cold afternoon air. the temperature in seoul is absolutely freezing, and you are not dressed for it. when you had left for work this morning, (in your standard sweater + jeans combo) you clearly were not anticipating that the sky would dump snow all day long. you long desperately for your warm winter coat.

so now, here you are: jogging, but only as quickly as you feel is safe in this weather. your condo is only a few blocks down- hence why you had walked in the first place, and why you hadn’t brought cash to pay for a bus. but god, the cold is just piercing.

the streets are practically empty, because of the terrible weather. so, at the very least, you are spared the embarrassment of having to waddle awkwardly on the ice in front of others.

but, to add to the stress- your day had seriously not gone as planned.

 when you first took it, you thought that the simple receptionist job would be easy- and doubly so with the convenient location. but these past few weeks were proving you wrong, today especially. while being distracted by coworkers, you accidentally put an important client on a somewhat permanent hold, and ruined a potential sale. as if that wasn’t enough, the next call you routed to a completely different office by mistake, earning you a strict talking to by the supervisor. 

so, to put it plainly: you were tired, annoyed, and cold. so. freaking. cold.

heaving a sigh, you continue your jog/waddle towards your street corner, which is two intersections away. faintly, you can hear a city bus approaching, the one that always stops near your work building. from where you are standing, the bus will be driving perpendicular to you, and you cock your head in thought. you don’t need the shuttle itself, since you live so close, but you wonder how close the bus is now...

feeling a sudden burst of energy, you speed up a bit, challenging yourself to beat the bus to the empty corner, even though you know it won’t stop there. this is something you do often- set up little games for yourself. it’s mostly an attempt to stay busy, but- though you’d never admit it, it helps with the loneliness too. when you race against the clock (say, to make a speedrun to the copy room at work) it almost feels like you are competing against an old friend.

you obviously know that you can’t beat the bus, but the thought itself is entertaining, so you throw caution to the wind. your feet slap the pavement as you run, and you hear yourself laugh a little. the cold air rushing by your cheeks helps distract you from your own thoughts.

you sprint through an empty intersection, and as you approach the final corner- having obviously lost the race to the bus- you begin to slow down a bit. but as you near the end of the sidewalk, (which is parallel to the moving bus, whose hulking body is getting ready to pass you) you feel your previous momentum get the better of you. 

you stumble off of the curb- and right into a vicious patch of ice on the waiting asphalt. 

it happens in slow motion: your feet slide harshly backwards, and you scramble for any traction- but to no avail. you hear yourself cry out as you fall forward, right into the path of the oncoming shuttle.

you slam your eyes shut.

but instead of hitting the ground, or the bus, a sudden weight catches you around your middle and lurches backwards. you scream again, certain you’ve already died.

you hear the sound of the bus honking as it speeds by- the only thing traveling faster than it is your frantic pulse.

you hit the ground hard, with all of your weight on your left shoulder and hip. even so, you start with the relief of knowing the bus didn’t even graze you. 

only after a moment do you realize why it hadn’t.

someone had caught you.

grabbed you from behind, and used their whole body weight to get the two of you to safety. 

you lurch forward, startled. as you turn around, you see him lying on the ground, in the same position you were in just seconds before- and you meet the eyes of the person who’d just saved you. 

it’s a man- a young one. and good god, he’s beautiful, too. the boy on the ground before you is seriously the epitome of korean beauty- large, dark eyes, an open face, and full lips. as soon as he opens his mouth, you wonder at how his teeth could possibly be so perfect.

it takes you a moment of staring before you realize he’s speaking to you. 

“um.” your voice breaks. “what?”

the boy scrambles onto his knees, shuffling towards you. “i asked if you’re alright- are you hurt?” his voice is concerned, and his hands flutter about your face- too wary to touch you, but clearly wanting to.

his eyes are more genuine than you can even take in, and you hesitate at the whole scene- what the hell is happening? did you hit your head?

you stutter, trying to make sense of the situation. the boy leans back on his heels as you finally catch your breath. 

your words are breathy, but deliberate. “you- you saved me.”

the boy tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards. “yes, i suppose i did.” a beat passes before he continues. his eyes, though now bordering on playful, still look worried. “you probably shouldn’t be running in this sort of weather.”

you heave a sigh that comes out in a laugh. “yeah, i realize that now.”

your counterpart picks himself up off the ground, brushing off his front. he then extends a hand towards you. you stare at it for a moment, confused. for a moment, he looks down at you intently, waiting. your puzzlement passes, and you blush as you cautiously place your palm in his, allowing him to help you up. 

“i’m seonghwa, by the way. park seonghwa.” the man- no, seonghwa looks down at you, letting his sentence hang.

you clear your throat, feeling a harsh wave of embarrassment at the situation. “um- i’m y/n.”

seonghwa nods at you, taking a step back. his brow is furrowed. “well, y/n-ssi- you didn’t actually tell me if you were hurt or not. do you feel dizzy? nauseous?”

you throw your hands up in protest, not wanting to cause any more distress than you already had. “no, uh- i’m fine, really. maybe a little bruised, but i’m okay. i think it would be a bigger problem if you were hurt...”

you are not exaggerating- you can only imagine the guilt you would feel if he’d been injured. 

seonghwa represses a smile. “i’m alright too. you did startle me, though. thought i was about to witness something pretty terrible...”

at this, you give a surprised chuckle. “yeah, i’m so sorry...you really came out of nowhere, huh? i seriously didn’t even know you were there until i was on the ground!”

this time, it’s his turn to laugh. “yeah, those bus stops provide great cover.”

the two of you settle into a stiff silence, and you can practically hear your heart pounding- both with leftover adrenaline, as well as the sudden nerves that seonghwa was giving you.

“here,” he says, breaking the quiet. “take this.” he shrugs off his long winter coat, and before you can argue, he’s reached over and settled it on your shoulders. the relief is near instantaneous, but you find yourself a bit too tongue-tied to thank him.

you sigh again, determined to get the words out. “oh, god, i really am so sorry about that, um-” you stutter. “i really should thank you, for the coat. but also-” you take a deep breath. “thank you, park seonghwa, for saving my life.”

at this, the man actually blushes. he reaches a hand to rub the back of his neck. “no, really, it was just a gut reaction...”

you shake your head, insistent. “it doesn’t matter. i could have died, but you prevented that. now-” you can feel yourself gaining confidence. “what can i do to repay you?”

seonghwa’s face, which had previously harbored a look of child-like innocence, suddenly turns mischievous. 

you tilt your head, indicating an answer.

his smug smile is full now, chin tilted upwards. “i actually do have a request.”

“okay, shoot.”

“you’ll do anything i ask?”

you frown, narrowing your eyes in an almost flirtatious way. “i suppose i have a few limits...”

to your surprise, seonghwa interrupts you, eyes twinkling. “you’ll repay me- by allowing me to take you out on a date, y/n.”

your mind goes fully blank for a moment. 

...huh?

you blink in shock, not being able to suppress your initial reaction. “wait, come again?”

“will you go on a date with me?”

you stare at him- this terrifyingly beautiful man was asking you on a date? after you’d fully humiliated yourself in front of him? what on earth?

suddenly, before you can even finish the thought, you find yourself nodding. “i suppose i can arrange that.”

seonghwa’s smile is completely smug at this point. “does tonight work?”

you bite your lip, heart pounding despite the chilly weather. your voice comes out in a whisper: “yes, i suppose tonight works.”

seonghwa tries to bury his smile and looks at the ground. “that’s great.” he pauses, allowing his gaze to flit back to you. “do you- i hope this doesn’t sound weird, but do you want me to walk you home?”

you smile, but shake your head. “it’s alright, i live close. here- i’ll give you my number, though.”

you dig through your work satchel for a piece of paper and scribble your phone number on it. when you extend it, he accepts the slip, still trying to suppress his grin.

a beat passes, and the two of you look at each other intently.

and with that, seonghwa reaches down and gently takes your hand, glancing at your face to make sure the action is alright with you. when you don’t pull away, he lifts it up and presses a soft kiss to the top of your hand, holding your gaze the entire time. his lips are cold, an unlikely and romantic nod to the temperature.

you feel your neck and cheeks go red, but you smile in an attempt to seem casual. “thanks again, seonghwa. for helping me.”

“of course.” the man’s eyes are twinkling again. “as grim as it sounds, i’m sort of glad it happened. if it hadn’t, i probably wouldn’t be talking with you right now.”

you smirk in what you hope is a flirtatious manner. 

“well,” he continues. “don’t let me keep you. after all, you’ve got a date to get ready for.”

seonghwa begins to walk away, then turns back. “although,” he calls over his shoulder. “i’m pretty sure the guy you’re meeting with won’t care what you’re wearing. you could probably show up in your pajamas and he’d still think you were gorgeous. just for the record.”

before you could manage an answer, he turns on his heel and strides away- but even from here, you can tell he still has a goofy grin plastered on his face.

heart pounding, you turn and make your way towards your apartment building. 

despite yourself, you also can’t seem to keep the grin off of your face.

[kinships]

strytells​:

             Baizhu adjusted his glasses and nodded to Louise, he could see the pain she was in and how much guilt ate at her before he sighed and nodded- the most he could do was reassure her in this situation…

      “Yes, of course…~” A gentle smile from the doctor as he got to his feet, “As for you, miss Louise- I’ll be putting your arm in a sling until it’s properly healed, is that alright?”

               Leona was quiet, moving to sit up and watch her- careful of his own injuries and his own state of being but his ears twitched as Baizhu walked out of the room with Qiqi in tow before he began talking.

        “….you know damn well I don’t give a damn who’s fault it is.” This wasn’t his first Overblot and it wouldn’t be his last. But he was still confused as to why he was so��PROTECTIVE of her. No one remotely came close to dragging that part of him out of the pit of self loathing he’d found himself in…

                                             but she did it…           This nosey Herbivore, who stepped on his tail when they met, who meddled with his plans of sabotage, who forced him to help her get her dorm back…         Who challenged him and called him out on all his bullshit as their lives went on…                No, no…he wasn’t getting feelings for her because of this…

‘How about…I’ll..take better care of myself…if you try harder.’ ‘…sounds like a solid deal…you’re on, Louise.~’

         Leona leaned over slightly as he brushed her hair from her face, hissing at the movement but continuing on nonetheless, moving to replace where Baizhu was sitting and going to hold onto her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles- silence falling over the two of them. And it wasn’t until he moved to properly hold her, laying on the other side of her and pulling her into his arms did Leona speak up again, looking to the wound he caused on her arm…

      “…I meant what I said Lou, I don’t give a damn- you didn’t do this to me on purpose.” It wasn’t an accident either, but how do you describe something someone did when they couldn’t think straight… A shake of his head and he just held her closer to him, almost a bit too protectively for someone who was in denial about having feelings for the other.

       “…I’m not gonna leave.”

Louise couldn’t begin to tell him how sorry she was, sorry that he got hurt, that he had to deal with her….sorry that her whole life was a lie.

She didn’t even fight when he held her close, too exhausted to do so, but found herself leaning into his touch carefully, to avoid hurting either of them. Her head rested on his shoulder and she closed her eyes, her injured arm not moving from it’s spot next to her, it hurt too much to move anyway.

Why?

She still never understood it.

He was kind to her, he was patient, more so than she ever saw him with anyone else besides a few. It made no sense to her, but she would take any sort of affection she could get. After all, maybe once this was all said and done, nothing would change, maybe he’d go back to his old self as if there was nothing between the two.

But…

She could have a little hope, right?

Suddenly the tears started to fall from her eyes as she gripped his arm and buried her head into him, letting out body wracking sobs. All the stress, from their time in STYX, to Idia’s overblot, to her own…all the secrets and lies spilling forth, all the pain she had to hold in. It all came pouring out as she cried into him. Not even caring about the pain she moved her wounded arm and held onto him as if he was a lifeline, rolling to her side to face him. 

“I’m sorry….I’m sorry…!” Repeated over and over like a mantra, muffled him his shirt as she tried to curl into him to make herself seem smaller. “Please…I’m sorry I’m a monster. Please don’t leave…” 

If her whole life had to be a lie, please at least let him tell the truth and stay. That’s all she asked.

[lauras-collection]

✮ electric love | part 1 ✮

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader | fwb!roommates au

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Summary: Living with your best friends Tom and Harrison is all fun and games until one drunken night alone with Harrison, you give in to your attraction to him. You tell yourself you should leave it at that, forget about the night you spent with him and move on to not ruin your friendship, but neither of you can stay away from each other. So without considering the possible consequences, you make a deal. But how are you supposed to keep your shenanigans from Tom? And how are you supposed to not break the number one rule of an arrangement like this: do not fall in love.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ [protected sex, drunk sex], alcohol consumption and being drunk, reader and Haz being horny idiots? (this kinda goes for the whole series lmao)

A/N: Ahhh I'm so excited for this (mini) series!! I hope you guys like it!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Growing up, your dream was to go to university and have the time of your life with your best friends. It wasn’t until about a year ago that that dream started to become a reality. You and your best friends Tom and Harrison all got accepted to the same university. A university all three of you had dreamed of going to for years. So without having to think twice about it, you registered for the fall semester and started looking for a flat together.

You’d had countless sleepovers with the two boys, and went on holiday together, so you had an idea of what you were signing up for moving in with them. They weren’t neat freaks but knew how to keep a place clean. That was all you were asking for. No way were you going to be their maid and clean up after them.

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was that the harmless attraction you had felt towards Harrison for a while now got increasingly more prominent. Yours and Harrison’s friendship and the way you interact with each other had always been flirty. But ever since your final months in school you’d been a little confused by your feelings towards Harrison. You never did anything to explore those feelings, though. He’s your best friend, and there are always consequences when you cross that line with a friend. You told yourself it’s just a phase.

Anyway, living with Harrison presented itself as more of a challenge than initially anticipated. The guy has no shame running around the flat half-naked. Neither does Tom, but that doesn’t affect you in the way that it does with Harrison. Both of them are attractive, yes, but your belly does somersaults whenever you get the slightest view of Harrison’s naked skin. You hate it. And you start to wonder if moving in with him was as good of an idea as you thought.

Besides the inner turmoil, you’ve honestly gotten used to over the past couple of months, living with Tom and Harrison is a blast. You always have someone to talk to, to vent about how annoying uni homework can be, and always someone to cheer you up at the end of a stressful day.

Whenever one of the three of you is down, the other two are always there to make it better.

Tom had taken up a bartending job a couple weeks into the first semester, which ended up being beneficial to all of you. For Tom, the obvious benefit was earning money, for you and Harrison, it was discounted drinks. The pub he worked at quickly became your go-to spot even when Tom wasn’t working.

Right now, however, Tom was working and you and Harrison didn’t feel like going out. There’s no party or at least none that you are interested in going to, so you decide to throw your own little private party. And by private you mean no guests, you couldn’t be bothered to clean up after dozens of people who don't give a crap what they keep lying around.

Plus, both of you had a stressful week with tests and deadlines, and you’re looking forward to just chill for a bit. Harrison got the booze, and you took care of the snacks and movies, so now you’re sitting on the couch watching one of the most ridiculous horror films you’ve ever seen while guzzling down one can of cider after the other.

"Oh my gosh, no! Don’t go in there!” You shout at the TV, not that it makes any type of difference. “And he went in there. And now he’s dead.” You say matter of factly, causing Harrison to laugh.

“He’s not dead yet.” He points out, but it doesn’t take long for the music to get more intense. And ten seconds later, the guy on screen is, indeed, dead. You give Harrison a look, but he just keeps laughing.

“Why are people in horror films always so stupid? Wouldn’t it be much scarier if they were super smart and always did the right thing and end up getting killed anyway?”

“But then you wouldn’t be shouting at the TV. Don’t you think it’s kind of cathartic?” Harrison asks with a raised brow, “Honestly, I feel like you’re bottling up all your frustrations and then let them all out when we’re watching horror films.” You can see the amusement in his face, and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“Shut up.” You throw a pillow at him, which he, unfortunately, catches. Watching bad horror films was sort of your and Harrison’s thing. Tom wasn’t really a fan of them, so whenever he was gone, it was an unspoken rule that you and Harrison would be watching a horror movie that evening. There might be a limited amount of good horror movies, but for every good one, there were at least fifty bad ones.

“You want another drink?” Harrison asks as he gently moves your feet out of his lap and gets up from the sofa. He picks your empty can up from the coffee table and takes it to the kitchen along with his own empty can of beer.

“Yes, please!” You call after him even though your living area is an open space, so you can still see him as he opens the fridge. “There's only so much I can take while being sober.”

“You’ve already had two drinks, there’s no way you’re still sober.” Harrison chuckles, plopping down on the sofa next to you before handing you a new can of cider.

You make an undistinguishable noise as you open the can and take a sip.

*

An hour later, you’re both proper drunk. The movie has long since been over, but neither of you have been bothered to turn off the TV or put on a different movie. Harrison is slouched next to you, his arm loosely thrown over your shoulder, his fingers playing with your hair as he watches you intently while you try to explain to him why you think that one of your professors is actually working undercover for the MI6.

"It makes complete sense! Why else would he be late and unprepared all the time, huh?"

Harrison just raises his eyebrows “Maybe he doesn’t take his job very seriously?”

“No, he takes his job too seriously. Because he’s a secret agent for MI6 and spends his whole time fighting the bad guys instead of preparing his lessons!”

“But didn’t you say he’s undercover? Why would he neglect his teaching if that’s part of his job for MI6?”

“Shhhh” You shush him, placing your pointer finger over his lips “Don’t question my logic”

Harrison gently wraps his hand around yours to pull it away from his mouth.

“I’m sorry to say this, but there isn’t much logic behind that theory, love.”

“You’re mean” You push your bottom lip forward in a pout.

“I’m not! I’m just stating facts here” He’s still holding your hand in his and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of your skin that’s touching his. So in an attempt to stop the shivers running down your spine, you try to pull your hand out of his hold, but his grip just tightens. When you look up, he’s already looking at you, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” You ask your voice barely above a whisper.

“Nothing” He shrugs his shoulders, the corner of his mouth kicking up into a smirk. And then he tugs on your hand, pulling you on top of him, and in a movement that has your head spinning, he rolls both of you over so he’s now hovering above you. You don’t even have the chance to say anything before he’s got his hands on your sides, tickling you.

“Oh my god, Haz, no” You press out between laughs, your stomach already starting to hurt. You try to curl up into yourself to get away from his wiggling fingers, but it’s no use, Harrison’s got you pinned down.

You hadn’t even been aware that he’s positioned between your legs, and the sudden realisation makes your breath catch in your throat. You try to get a grasp on his arms to push him away, get him to stop tickling you, but he’s too strong, taking your hands and pinning them above your head. The motion has his face only inches from yours, his breath hitting your lips, and it takes everything in you to keep still. The air between you is charged, his eyes flitting over your face, and you can feel his chest touch yours with every breath.

By now, he’s completely covering your body on the couch, and all you want to do is wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer into you. But you can’t move, kept in place by Harrison’s pale blue eyes. And then everything happens so quickly it takes your breath away.

Harrison makes a noise in the back of his throat, and then his lips are on yours. He takes your top lip between his, then your bottom lip and then you’re finally registering what’s happening and lean up, chasing his lips.

His grip on your wrists loosens, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as you open your mouth, inviting him in deeper. You bury your hands in Harrison’s soft hair, tugging on his dark blond curls.

Harrison groans and rolls his hips into yours, and the feeling of him against you makes you throw all caution into the wind. You’re overcome with desire. With a swift but clumsy movement, you tug his shirt over his head.

Meanwhile, Harrison’s hands have also found their way under your shirt, his fingertip trailing over your skin, causing goosebumps to rise wherever he’s touching you. Your breathing’s uneven as he moves his lips to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses all over your skin.

Arching your back you press yourself closer to him and wrap your legs around him. You run your hands over his toned back, feeling his muscles contract with each of his movements.

It’s been a while since you’ve been touched like this. And all of the sexual frustration you’ve been bottling up is threatening to spill over with the way Harrison’s hands are caressing your skin.

It almost feels like your brain shuts off completely when Harrison finds your sweet spot and starts sucking on it. You feel a tingling sensation in your lower belly, and then your clit’s throbbing, and you lose all sense of rational thinking.

“Fuck me” The words leave your lips without you even realising, and for a moment both you and Harrison pause. He lifts himself up to look at you, searching your face. And he must’ve found whatever he was looking for because in the next second his grip on you tightens, and then your shirt is pulled over your head.

“Gorgeous” The word falls from his lips with a hushed breath, as if he’s in awe, his eyes roaming over your half-naked body.

With frenzied movements, you both undress, not without getting tangled a couple of times. But then you’re naked, and if your mind wasn’t so foggy with desire, you would take a moment to appreciate Harrison’s handsome form as he positions himself between your legs. He’s got his hard cock in his hand about to enter you when he pauses.

“Fuck. I need to get a condom”

You let out a soft whine, but Harrison is back so quickly you hadn’t even really registered he was gone.

With one hand on your bent knee, he runs his fingers through your slick folds and lets out a low hiss.

“You’re so wet, this all for me?” You can hear the cocky smirk in his voice, and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes.

“Yes, now please fuck me already.”

And then you feel his tip against your entrance. Harrison doesn’t give you much time to prepare as he starts pushing into you. You’re not complaining though, the feeling of his girth stretching you out is better than anything you’ve ever experienced.

When he’s completely inside of you, he halts his movements, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“So tight” He murmurs against your skin, then places a sloppy kiss on your shoulder. Your cunt is throbbing, and in an attempt to get him to move, you roll your hips against his, causing Harrison to curse. “Fuck, you’re needy, aren’t you?”

You don’t grant that with an answer, and you don’t need to because the next thing you know, Harrison starts thrusting, moving in and out of you, his movements getting quicker and quicker every time he enters you.

The living room is filled with the sounds of skin hitting skin and breathy moans.

“Right there” You throw your head back with a groan when Harrison’s cock grazes your g-spot, and then Harrison seems hellbent on hitting it over and over and over again until you can’t think straight anymore. Your whole body is tingling, the coil in your stomach about to snap as you try to spread your legs even further, to feel him deeper.

You barely notice Harrison’s strained groans as he places his thumb on your clit. The sudden stimulation makes you cry out, your walls spasming around his cock as your release washes over you in shuddering waves.

You dig your fingernails into whatever you can hold onto as you cum around Harrison’s cock.

Your release pushes him over the edge as well, his cock twitching inside you as he orgasms with a deep groan.

You both need a moment to catch your breath. Your skin is sticky with sweat, but you don’t have the energy to get up and take a shower. Especially not with Harrison sprawled on top of you.

He pulls out of you, and before you can even register the cold air around you, he pulls the blanket from the back of the couch and covers you with it. He tugs on his boxers and gets up, probably to dispose of the condom, before he joins you back on the couch.

He squeezes himself between you and the back of the couch, pulling you close to him so you won’t fall off the couch.

“How was that?” He whispers as he joins you under the blanket and tangles his legs with yours.

“Good” You hum “Very good”

Harrison’s grip on you tightens a bit, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing a kiss there.

“It was, wasn’t it” You can feel him smile against your skin, and you let yourself sink into him. You’re starting to feel the energy draining from you.

And with nothing but Harrison filling your thoughts, you fall asleep.

A/N: here it is! the first part!! I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think!!! <3

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[iamdeku]

Needy: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Me? Making a fic title that isn’t based off a song somehow? Seems unlikely. 

Warnings: school stress. makin’ out. not proofread.

For @sems-diarie

You hated your classmate Bakugou Katsuki with a passion. He was arrogant, brash, and extremely loud. He was rude to you and he was rude to everybody else and he was completely convinced he was the greatest thing to ever exist. There was really only one thing you hated more than Bakugou.

Being teamed up with him for your class’s newest group project.

You had pleaded and begged with Aizawa to let you pair up with literally anyone else, but he was unyielding. All of his pairings were final, and you and Bakugou were no exception. You were just going to have to learn how to work with him, your grades be damned, apparently.

“Alright, listen up,” you said, taking your seat next to Bakugou the day after your group pairings had been announced. “You are not going to mess up my grades. If anyone is going to mess up my grades it’s going to be me. I don’t think you’re an idiot. I know you’re an idiot. So just sit down, shut up, and follow my lead.”

You were perhaps slightly harsher than necessary, even for a guy like Bakugou. In your defense though, you’d had a truly garbage day. Your coffee machine had broken, leaving you with no caffeine this morning. It was an expensive coffee machine too, and you weren���t sure when you would be able to buy a new one. You had spent half of your morning looking for the manual to the coffee machine in the hopes that Momo could just create another one for you, and by the time you realized what time it was you had no opportunity to do anything but toss your clothes on before heading to class. On your way to class, it had rained, soaking you through because you had forgotten your umbrella and provoking Mineta to make a comment on the clinginess of your wet uniform. You had gotten a worse grade than you were expecting on your last test, you had tripped and spilled all of your lunch across the floor, and now here you were, having to sit next to your assigned group partner, hair still damp and mood still very, very bad.

“Hey, I don’t know who you think you are extra, but I’m no idiot. If you think we’re not beating everybody else in this class, then you’re wrong. I don’t know what you’ve been told, but Bakugou Katsuki never loses.”

You had known the great Bakugou Katsuki for the last 3 years of yours and his UA career, and now, in your final year, you were pretty confident that you still knew him. You knew him as a guy who had definitely lost before in the past. There was no particular shame in that, but you couldn’t afford to lose this time, especially not on Katsuki’s account.

“You better be right about that, pretty boy, because this grade is important to me. If we get a bad grade on this assignment it’s going to throw off my entire average, which I really can’t afford right now. Speaking of which, we really don’t have the time for all this dilly-dallying. Let’s get to work, king explosion murder,” you mocked.

To your surprise, the ever confident Bakugou turned bright red at the old nickname.

“Whatever. Let’s just get to work. We’re going to have to trade contact information so we can figure out a time to meet up. Plus I don’t trust you not to screw this up without my advice.”

You rolled your eyes. The nerve of this boy. The sheer gall.

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” You reached into your soggy backpack and pulled out a pencil and a piece of paper, scribbling down your phone number.

“We should just be able to meet up in one of the dorm’s common areas. The trick will be finding a time when everyone else isn’t working there.”

You sighed, knowing your classmates wouldn’t make the scheduling of this easy. Even ignoring the fact that you might have to deal with their noise and obnoxious planning, Bakugou’s sleep schedule was another barrier to your project design. He went to bed early enough to severely limit your time for working on the group project. You honestly didn’t know when he found the time for homework. If you didn’t do yours immediately it probably wouldn’t get done until the very last minute.

“We can just study in our rooms. It will be quieter there.” Bakugou shrugged.

You froze at his casual words. Study in your rooms? As in study in his room? Nobody had ever been invited into Bakugou’s room. Not his best friend Kirishima. Not his childhood rival Midoriya. Not even that girl from the gen-ed course he’d dated when you were second years. Nobody.

“Uh…are you sure?”

“Yeah. Why?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re making a weird face, idiot.”

You shook your head. “Nothing. I was just thinking. Yeah, we can just study in our rooms. Just text me before randomly showing up, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Aizawa was starting up class, causing you both to shut up. You felt a part of you get very excited that you might be about to see Bakugou’s room. There was something sort of forbidden to the feeling, fluttering around in your chest like a stupid flock of butterflies or something. You were sure it was just the appeal of his room, the secrecy of it all. You loved knowing other people’s secrets. That must have been what it was.

As it turned out though, your hopes and dreams were all in vain. Bakugou texted you to ask about studying, not in his room, but your room. You complied of course. As much as you wanted to see the inside of his mysterious room, you respected his privacy. After all, rooms were sacred. Your room was a deeply personal expression of yourself, and you weren’t about to pry into his space. It wouldn’t get you a better grade anyway, seeing as your project wasn’t on the inside of Bakugou’s room.

You had cleaned up your room earlier in preparation for this moment, anticipating that sooner or later Bakugou would want to study in your room even if you had briefly entertained hopes that he would want to study in his. Your normally messy desk was cleared off, your bed was made and your dirty laundry was all in the basket where it belonged. If you hadn’t cleaned the room yourself you would probably think that you didn’t live here.

Bakugou walked into the room with all the posturing of royalty, shoulders thrown back confidently as he eyed your room. He sniffed, passing whatever final judgement he would, and proceeded to sit down at your desk.

“Nice room, nerd. Cleaner than I thought it would be.”

You grew uncomfortably warm at the truth of his accusation, feeling specifically called out. Could he possibly have heard you vacuuming earlier? It didn’t matter. You didn’t care about his opinion.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just get to work, shall we?”

You pulled out your notebook, taking a seat on the floor and gesturing for him to join you.

“Why are you sitting on the floor, idiot?”

“I don’t have two chairs for both of us to work at the desk, so therefore the floor is our next best option.”

“No it isn’t.” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You have a bed, don’t you? We can just sit on your bed and that way you don’t have to break you tailbone on the floor. Unless you like sitting on the hard floor.”

You gritted your teeth, glaring up at the challenge.

You pushed off from your hand, standing so you could loom over where he sat at your desk. “Fine. Bed it is then.”

You took a seat on your bed as he stood up from your desk chair he had invited himself to sit in. You waited for him to take his spot next to you on the bed, but he hesitated. For a guy who had suggested this idea, he didn’t seem to like it very much. Your surprise wore off though when you realized that he was being…awkward. Bakugou Katsuki was being awkward.

Was it you? Had you done something to make him uncomfortable? Or had he just been shy this whole time?

You could have laughed at him, but instead you took pity. You remembered your first year, when you had been painfully awkward. Maybe Bakugou had always been like that and you had just never had occasion to notice until now.

“Go ahead,” you said, patting the bed next to you. “Take a seat. I don’t bite, and even if I did you would like it.”

You laughed a little bit at your own joke, even if Bakugou didn’t seem to think it was very funny. You did succeed in getting him to sit on the bed though, so some small victories were won. He was stiff and sat much farther away from you than necessary, but he sat nonetheless.

After hours of working together, you managed to have a rough outline for the project. It was sort of a tricky project, based around gathering knowledge and making a presentation on the hero you thought to be the best. Bakugou had insisted with surprising vehemence on making it on All Might, and you agreed with him. After all, he was the symbol of peace and had been the #1 hero for decades. Even though this was a move you would have predicted more from Midoriya, you figured if you were going to do this project you might as well do it right.

Bakugou got up to head to bed, but you stopped him before he could leave. “Hey…I didn’t know you were so into All Might.”

Bakugou blushed, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“I mean, we all love All Might, don’t we?”

“I mean, I know I do.” You laughed a little to set him at ease before revealing a little bit of yourself. “When I was a kid All Might was always my favorite hero because of his smile. I always thought that if someone were ever to come save me, I would want them to smile at me like that.”

Bakugou was silent for a moment, thinking about your words.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I was always so impressed by his strength, and the way people loved him. I always wanted to be loved like that. I wanted to make people believe that I could help them. That they could trust me.”

There was a deep sense of vulnerability to his words that made you want to know more and made you want to understand this boy you had clearly underestimated.

“Is that why you became a hero?”

He huffed, retreating back into himself.  “I became a hero to prove I was better than everybody.”

In a way, it was a yes.

“Have a goodnight, Bakugou.”

He stopped in your doorway, looking back at you with a hint of that vulnerability from earlier.

“Goodnight.”

You had been working nonstop for the past 4 days. You had your schedule set up to an unreasonable level of strictness. You would work for an hour, watch a 10 minute motivational video, then work for an hour again. The only real breaks you took were to eat and sleep, and it was starting to wear on you. You just had so much work to do, and you needed to be free this weekend for the sleepover Mina was having, but you were exhausted.

You had finally reached a breaking point tonight, and you found yourself sitting in your bed crying. You weren’t pretty crying either. It was an ugly, exhausted cry, yanked out of you by the hours of work and stress. You had fallen onto your side, curled up in bed as the sounds choked out of you, ugly things breaking you open and cracking your chest and your voice.

Because of all the stress you had been under, you had completely forgotten about your group project. You had met up with Bakugou the first couple of days, but yesterday you had begged off and reschedule for…today. Right now.

You didn’t even hear Bakugou’s polite knock on your door, the same three knock rap he had given the last few days before coming in to work on your project with you for an hour. If he thought you were ignoring him or just not there, it didn’t stop him from coming in. You didn’t notice, completely oblivious to his presence until he spoke.

“Are you hurt?”

He rushed over to your side, rolling over your body to inspect you. His hands were surprisingly gentle as they skimmed over your body, checking for injuries, gently pressing into the divots of old scars. He found no hurt on you though, and pulled back, frowning.

“What’s the matter? Why are you crying?”

You sniffled loudly, shamefully wiping your arm across your face.

“I’m fine,” you reassured him, repeating it for your own benefit. “I’m fine, I’m totally fine. Everything is fine.”

“You sound like stupid Deku. Every time he’s ever told me he was fine he was lying.”

You choked out a giggle against your will. “Yeah, he does that doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, he does. But unlike Deku you’re not stupid. You want to explain this little episode to me?”

“I’m just…stressed.” You sighed, explaining your situation to him.

He sat back, stunned. “Well no wonder you finally broke. Nobody can work like that. You have to have fun, you idiot!”

For such a nice sentiment, he said it awfully aggressively. He almost made you burst into tears again, but he seemed to realize his mistake, quickly softening his voice again as he floundered for something to say.

“I…you…I’ve never seen you cry before,” he said.

“Yeah, well, I do it. This may come as a surprise but I’m human too, y’know.”

His hands still rested on your thighs, and you looked up at him hesitantly, breath catching in your throat. You had, of course, noticed that he was pretty before. Sharp cheek bones, harsh blond hair, bright red eyes that dug into your soul. Somehow though, he had gotten prettier over the past couple of days as you had gotten to know him, gotten to understand him better.

Before, you had thought he was arrogant. From your conversations though, you knew better. He just cared about people too much. Cared about their opinions too much, feared rejection. You offered up a little piece of yourself in exchange for everything he had admitted to you.

“Remember what I told you about All Might being my favorite hero? I thought to be a good hero you had to always be smiling. You could never show weakness. Not anger or sadness or anything else. That’s why you’ve never seen me cry before. Why I’m always so happy go lucky. Because I have to be.”

There was a pause while Bakugou processed that information.

“That’s…stupid,” he decided. “You shouldn’t hold back on your emotions like that. You deserve to feel things. You can’t dedicate your life to other people like that.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m starting to figure that out.” You stared down at your bedspread.

You were shocked when you felt a warm, calloused hand brush your cheek. Bakugou hesitantly, tenderly wiped the last of your tears away, and you felt something in your heart flutter. You had known Bakugou Katsuki a long time, but you had never known him like this. Looking up into his eyes did nothing to dispel your butterflies when you saw how soft his gaze was. Something in you ached to be looked at like that, to be held in someone’s hands as carefully as he was holding you now.

“Can I…can I kiss you?”

You weren’t sure where the question had come from, and yet you were, because some time along the way of getting to know him you had realized something. Everything you had thought there was to hate about Bakugou was really something to love. Over the course of this project, you had done something extraordinarily stupid. You had developed feelings for a boy who would never like you back. Which was why his next words stole your breath entirely.

“Please,” Bakugou said, his words a sticky sweet, fervent plea.

You blinked, daring to look at him again only to find him wide open to you. He was leaning forward, a look in his eyes you could scarcely describe, a feverish desire overcoming him. His hand on your face twitched ever so slightly in anticipation as you leaned forward.

When your lips met his, you were surprised by the easiness of it. You fell forward into him, arms draped around his broad shoulders as he pulled you in, large hand wrapping around your waist, firm and capable. He tasted like burnt sugar, impossibly so, and it made your head spin, made you dizzy with the sensation. It made you hungry for him.

When he licked your lower lip, you let him swallow you down, hands blazing a fiery trail across your waist to your back, making the trip over and over and burning into you with their warmth. You tugged on his hair lightly, eliciting a moan from him that shot straight through your chest. You gasped into his open mouth, your clumsy kiss flipping when he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Everything became easier when you let him take over, let him pull you into his lap up against the hardness of his body and tilt your head to the side just so, pliable and soft in his arms. Kissing him became easy and natural, shivers running through your body as you surrendered yourself to the experience.

When he finally pulled away, you found yourself licking a mixture of your spit and his off your mouth, not even minding how profoundly gross that was. Normally you would have shuddered, but you were far too busy staring at him, mesmerized and breathless.

“You, uh…that was…that was really nice. And I think you’re pretty.” Bakugou coughed. “Do you want to go out sometime? Because obviously you need somebody to distract you from your homework, stupid. Look what you did. Made a mess of yourself.”

You ducked your head into his shoulder at his words, hiding your face and your embarrassment. “Yeah, sure. That sounds nice.”

He hummed, the sound resonating in his chest and traveling straight to your ear. “Can I…kiss you again then?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Ok enough about hurting the animatronics, what if an upgrade gives them a detailed sense of touch, like they can feel when things are soft/rough/smooth/sharp? I imagine a few would squire some plushies due to how soft they are. Unsure about practical applications other than being better able to handle children

I feel like I mostly covered my thoughts on touch in another ask but...

Yeah they absolutely amass stashes of plushies. Chica has the biggest collection of plushies and pillows and will try her damn hardest to hug all of them at the same time with varying success. She loves the feeling of leather jackets though she's not typically able to wear one unfortunately. Her absolute favourite things to feel with this new upgrade is Roxy's fur and it is a personal challenge she sets for herself every day to find an excuse to touch it without making Roxy uncomfortable or feel like her space is being invaded. This is a difficult task! Yeah like I said in the other ask for Roxy, when Chica gets this upgrade she's running around excitedly picking stuff up to feel it just like the others do. I just had the thought that maybe this causes her to develop a sort of stim where she stomps her feet a lot because it feels better that hitting stuff with her hands. Could stem from the fact chickens don't have arms and stuff. That could be interesting

The one that has gone through the most plushies but only generally has a handful at any given time, is Roxy. Her need to chew things is just too powerful and she's found that plushies are the thing that calms her the most. The only plushie she has never destroyed over time is an old Bonnie plushie that she adores but the ears are looking a little worn from her gentle chomps. Anyway, Roxy loves soft things but also metallic things like her tools and the go-karts. She despises the feeling of her fur being wet and hates the feeling of glue and slime and stuff. She is oddly fascinated with how Monty's mohawk feels as it's kinda like a toothbrush but also not and it intrigues her. She would rather die than admit it though. Oh and the feeling of the racetrack under her feet? Incredible. Nothing like it.

Monty has also chewed through a lot of plushies with his own chewing stim. He has one of everyone on a shelf out of the way and those are completely off limits. He loves the feeling his claws make on things and prefers wood and grass textures to anything soft or leathery. He loves the feeling of water. He cannot get enough of it! It all feels so strange at first but it's a good kind of strange. Honestly, when he gets the upgrade, discovering what water feels like probably halted him in his tracks and he ended up sinking half a day just zoned out at the swamp water in Gator Golf. Like Roxy he also hates the feeling of slimy things and glues and stuff but he does really like squishy things. Vanessa gave him a stress ball and he finds it weirdly comforting with how squishy it is.

Freddy loves anything that feels warm. He loves water and fluff and soft things. He has a rather small collection of plushies but he takes care of each one, with one as the designated chewy plush. He also likes the feeling of claws against things but he's less inclined to act on that than Monty is. This guy loves that he can feel every detail of a hug now. This is why he wanted the temperature upgrade! He wanted to feel the warmth of hugs! The others find out about his reasoning and he gets such a big group hug, it feels great. He's also pretty interested in Monty's mohawk and he likes the feel of running his claws over Monty's unique, scaly casing.

Sunny is obsessed with glitter glue for even more reasons now! He loves the feeling of all the glues and starts making his own slime for funsies. They now understand what Roxy meant when she said the padded floor of the daycare was really squishy and he spends a while jumping around on it cause it feels funny. He has ALL the plushies and has access to none-Fazbear brand ones too so it's even better for him! He loves the feeling of woolly jumpers and the giant Freddy plush by the play structures. They hate metallic textures.

Moon likes flicking through pages. It feels weird on their fingers and after getting sick of the feeling of thick dust sticking to him when he's climbing through the highest possible heights of the Pizzaplex, he gets a feather duster and cleans this place up. He shares their plushie collection with Sunny and they usually sit there hugging all of them at once on their bad days. They like papery textures, and things like jeans and the solid bars of the play structures. They prefer colder feelings like metal bars and bamboo kinda feelings, but understands that kids prefer much softer textures when they're sleeping.