#i will try my HARDEST to be kind to my mind and heart i promise. I promise.

[muzzlemouths]

Psst. Just wanted to let you know that you're cool and I hope you have a really nice day today! You seem to be Goin Through It™ and I just wanted to let you know that we (your followers) like you no matter the quantity of stuff you're able to make at any given time (though we most certainly do like what you make, but that's not why most of us stay, I believe); you're very funny and have insightful opinions about writing, and you're always super nice when I stop by to say hi! Please remember to be kind to your mind and heart this upcoming Spring. I hope The Delights come into your life in leaps and bounds, and that you'll receive good news soon!!! <33

ooh...ohh.h.....th.ank you for the kind words........

[mapoeggplant]

skip to loafer chapter 62 analysis // spoilers

skip to loafer reiterated its message of "i love you as a person" in a soft and fun chapter. and with that, takamatu-sensei prepares us for a new arc that promises to be full of unforgettable moments.

(since the translation is still very fresh, i'll try to focus more on using the raws not to spoil anyone. i hope you understand that!!)

honestly, i find light chapters like this the hardest to analyze on their own, especially ones like chapter 62 that brings back several loose ends in order to tie up another knot before continuing the journey. so, instead of analyzing the chapter itself, i'm going to bring back some old debates and fit them into this new phase of each character.

even though friendship was the main point of the chapter, in my opinion mika also deserves her own spotlight since, in one way or another, she basically served as a bond between the two groups.

in the case of the boys, her name is brought up when shima reveals that he invited her to his travel group, without much thought of the consequences. this causes a certain amount of anger in mukai, who was the person who witnessed very closely mika's reactions before and after the confession (and even later, when she was talking to nao by the beach). however, he’s also one of shima’s oldest friends, so he knows exactly what he been through, which is te exactly reason why he acts impulsively. 

it's as if he were between two different oceans, not knowing which way to go, since both are too turbulent for him to navigate. it's hard for mukai to completely side with his friend, since mika's feelings are still very vivid to him, but he knows all the difficulties that shima went through regarding her own internal terrors, that’s why he holds himself back to not curse him or anything. what he ends up choosing is the safest rote, which is to scold him with an open heart, making sure to show that what he did was wrong. in the end, he won’t explain it to shima the exact reason why he’s mad because he knows he doesn’t have the rights to speak for mika, that’s why the message gets a little confusing for shima, who’s still learning and growing (and honestly, the reacting of stop to understand where mukai was coming from is actually a big step for him, which i appreciate). 

in the case of the girls, mika is also the only one who, up until now, knows about the events before and after the confession. she can see the sincerity and kindness behind shima, who continues to respect and see her as a friend, but it's hard not to assume a protective position when the new person to be affected by the same feelings is mitsumi, someone who she became so important to her. and that's where her growth as a character is slowly revealed.

mika has always created her own barrier and has had difficulty opening up to the girls. and that didn’t start recently, since she have been dealing with her insecurities for as long as she can remember. mika spend most of her childhood alone and had a hard time to make friends when she started her teenage years, which led her to have a very abrupt start when she met mitsumi, yuzu and makoto. for her, it has always been very difficult to see herself in a group of friends and to be comfortable with herself to the point of expressing her mind clearly. 

as the story go by, we can see how comfortable mika is now with the girls, but old habits are hard to erase. even with all her conversations with nao and the peace she feels around her friends, there are still a lot to be unfold and a lot to grow. 

however, for her to grow, she needs to keep trying. and that’s when she choses to shine in this chapter: she finally manages to open up to mitsumi and reveal the secret that corrupts her so much. 

ever since mitsumi confessed the relationship she and shima had, mika has been struggling with indecision about whether to open up or keep the event forever as a bad memory from the past. it's hard for her, since she doesn't want to lose mitsumi's friendship or the other girls', but she also needs to accept what happened in order to finally say goodbye to them. it's not that she doesn't have her feelings cleared up inside her or that they still have a chance to blossom again. what really hits her is the fact that she's hiding something she considers important from her best friends, which might results in a awkward situation later on. 

the moment mika admits out loud that mitsumi is much more important in her life than any past crush, mika is finally saying goodbye to this weight she's carried for so long and can finally start another chapter in her life. now, she no longer has anything hidden or needs to walk on eggshells — the love she embraced and the love she receives are enough for her to stand tall. 

the development of skip to loafer's friendships is indeed something that needs to be celebrated. throughout the narrative, we are constantly reminded that the story itself is built on the idea that love doesn't need to be romantic to be true, it just needs to be felt. loving someone is accepting their flaws and understanding their scars, like mukai and shima; loving someone is being vulnerable, like mika and mitsumi; loving someone is going out together to buy clothes for a trip they've been waiting for.

it's beautiful to see how the girls care about mitsumi and her feelings, but still root for her happiness and are excited for her. it's beautiful to see how they're always together in difficult times, whether they're big or small (or even medium, like what's the right outfit to wear on a date. that's very important for a teenage girl). 

and for shima and mitsumi, it’s cute to see how shy they are around each other and how they are allowed to slowly understand their feelings. the narrative doesn’t force them to anything at any point or rushes them to a resolution, what it does is explore the nuances and difficulties of dealing with your first ever romantic love, specially when you were never allowed to explore your own feelings in the first place (like shima), and the fear of losing a best friend that you cares so much (like mitsumi feels). 

i don’t think this is the calm before the storm, but i do believe takamatsu-sensei is getting us ready for what’s coming next. i do believe this will be a very decisive arc for a lot of characters, but it will also birth many more plots for us to explore.

thank you so much for reading 💛 don't forget to support the author if you can and also thank the translation group!!

and if you're interested, i wrote a while ago an analysis about skip to loafer's "i love you as a person" message. just click here to find it!

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

The Lentil & The Blueberry (The Surprise, Part 2)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, NSFW, sex, fingering, mention of vomiting (for my emetophobia babies), established relationship, fluffity fluff, worried Emily has my whole heart Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Weeks six and seven of your pregnancy are underway, and you are struggling. But maybe not as much as your wife? Wildly overprotective Emily will do anything to help you feel better during your pregnancy. And I mean anything. 😉

Week 6: The Lentil

Emily had known about the baby for less than 12 hours, and she’d already gone into full Overprotective Dad™ mode. You’d slept in the morning after telling her, jerking awake to find Emily towering over you, watching with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Jesus, Emily!” you exclaimed, stretching. “You scared me!” You glanced at the clock. “Don’t you have to be at work?”

Emily continued staring, a look of deep concern on her face. “I really don’t want to leave you here like this.”

For a brief moment, you forgot you were pregnant. You scoffed. “I’ve had jet lag before, babe. I think I’ll be okay.”

“No! Pregnant.” She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly running her hands through your hair as you moved to rest your head on her lap.

“I’m fine, Em,” you assured her. “I’m a little tired and sore, but that’s probably just from moving.”

“Maybe I should call and tell them I can’t make it in today…” She was speaking more to herself than to you.

Your voice was stern, decisive. “You can’t take off work for nine months just to sit around and watch me be pregnant. Even if you could, I’d rather you take the nine months after the baby’s born.”

She sighed deeply, looking down at you as if she was making the hardest decision of her life.

“You promise to call me if you need anything?” she asked.

“Promise.”

She gently placed your head back on the pillow, then knelt down in front of the bed so her eyes were level with yours.

“Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone,” she whispered. You could tell she was trying to lighten the mood, to make herself feel better about going to work, but she was too worried about you for it to sound anything other than terrified and pitiful.

“Like what?”

“Ladders, lifting things, falling in the shower...”

“Well, I wouldn’t fall in the shower on purpose,” you argued.

“Just…” She leaned forward and kissed you so gently, so softly, running her thumb slowly along your brow bone. “Be careful. Be safe.” She stood, then leaned down to kiss you on the head one more time.

“I love you,” she said, then lifted up your shirt to kiss your stomach. “And I love you.” She shot you one last desperate, anxious look before leaving.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“Go, Emily.” You shooed her out of the room, laughing. Who would’ve guessed that managing your wife might be the hardest part of being pregnant?

Week 7: The Blueberry (18+)

You leaned back into Emily as the warm water swirled around you, the sound of the jets and the movement of the water soothing your aching body. Morning sickness had started in full force, and your abs were sore from mornings spent heaving over the toilet. Your head was killing you most of the time, and you were constantly bloated. All in all, the first trimester was kicking your ass.

Emily kissed your shoulder, pressing her face next to yours and wrapping her arms around you to gently cup your breasts, mindful of the pain you’d been experiencing.

You sighed contentedly as she ran a thumb lightly over your swollen nipple.

“Better?” she asked.

“Mmhm,” you nodded, eyes closed. When Emily had called this afternoon to check on you, you’d told her how gross you felt from puking all morning, how sore your body was. She’d stopped at Bath & Body Works on the way home to buy every single kind of bath bomb they sold, just to be sure you’d have a fragrance that didn’t make you feel sick. She’d brought Epsom salts and fancy body butters and a new candle because the one you usually had in the bathroom smelled like coffee, and coffee triggered your gag reflex right now. She’d come determined to do whatever it took to help you feel better.

“And to think you said paying more for an apartment with a fancy jacuzzi bathroom was, and I quote, fucking dumb.”

“I take it all back,” you said, whining softly and involuntarily pushing your hips forward as Emily continued circling your nipples, her touch light as a feather.

“Honey,” Emily breathed behind you. “You can say no, but…” Her breath was hot against your ear. “Can I touch you?”

Your body wanted it, but your mind was struggling. “I don’t know, Em…”

Emily gently turned your body around so she could look in your eyes, her thumbs running back and forth along your hands. She leaned close, placing a hand gently on your cheek.

“It’s okay if you really don’t want to, but..” She watched you squirm a bit under the water. “It feels like you do. Can you tell me what’s going on in your head?”

You avoided her eyes, following a stream of bubbles as it made its way around the tub. “I don’t feel very pretty…” you mumbled, looking away.

“What?” she said, and you couldn’t tell if she hadn’t heard you or if she couldn’t believe what you’d said.

“I don’t feel very pretty. I feel gross.”

“Y/N.” Her voice was heavy with love and care and you felt a little like crying, not because you were sad, but because she loved you so much it was overwhelming in your current hormonal state.

Emily pulled you onto her lap and wrapped her arms around your body, pressing kisses into your face and neck. “You are so pretty. What are you talking about?”

“I’m pukey and bloated and my hair is greasy because I’m too tired to shower,” you confessed, resting your head on her shoulder. “I feel disgusting.”

“Baby,” she said, chastising you and gently guiding your face so you had to look at her. “You’re beautiful. You’re growing a whole human right now. You’re incredible. You have never been more beautiful to me.”

Almost unconsciously, you started to grind your hips into Emily’s, your breath coming fast, rhythmic. You sighed, wrapping your arms tightly around her neck.

Emily grinned. The words were working! She left a trail of kisses along your shoulder, placing her hands on your hips to guide you.

“You are stunning, Y/N. You’re growing eyes for our baby this week, did you know that?" She thought for a moment, morbid curiosity getting the better of her. "I wonder what it looks like in there…”

You stopped abruptly, as if a record had been scratched. “Not sexy, Emily. I don’t want you thinking about what the inside of my uterus looks like.”

“Sorry,” she replied sheepishly, an embarrassed smile playing on her lips. You pressed your hands to the side of her face and kissed her, your body hungry for hers for the first time since you’d returned from London. You couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough.

“Emily,” you said breathlessly, pulling away to look at her. She was nearly as out of breath as you were–and significantly more flushed. “Touch me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Please.”

You whimpered as Emily’s thumb brushed over your clit, the warm water soft and comforting around you. She rubbed slow, indulgent circles, sensitive to your sensitivity, and your hips rose to meet her each time, even as exhausted as you were.

She kissed you deeply, passionately, her tongue desperate and gentle as it roamed your mouth, your neck. You moaned into her as she slipped two fingers inside of you, your body pulsing urgently around her. She kept her hand still for the most part, letting you control how hard, how fast, how deep.

As your breath grew ragged and your body clenched, surging against Emily’s, she moaned into your mouth, pressing into you. “Oh, god,” you breathed, Emily’s sounds nearly driving you over the edge.

“Come on, baby,” she begged, gasping. “Come for me.”

You drove your hips into Emily as your body convulsed, whimpering while your orgasm washed over you like a waterfall of static electricity. She fucked you through it, only removing her fingers when your breath started to calm and you fell against her, spent.

“Feel better?” she asked, kissing the side of your head, and pushing a string of wet hair out of your face.

You nodded, still too out of breath to speak.

You dragged yourself into a sitting position a few minutes later. “Here,” you said, clearly exhausted. “Let me do you.”

“It’s okay,” Emily told you, grinning.

“I can,” you insisted, pulling her toward you for a kiss.

“No, Y/N,” she said, laughing a bit as she pulled away. “I’m good. As in, I already came.”

“What!?” You giggled, blushing a bit. “Jesus Christ, Em! You were horny as fuck.”

She blushed and kissed you again, then poured some shampoo into her hand and grabbed your head playfully. You sighed happily as she massaged it into your scalp.

“I can’t help it,” she shrugged. “Look at you. Your boobs are fucking huge right now.”

“Well, don’t get used to it.”

Emily stared at you for a minute. Your soapy head. Your arms crossed defiantly over your chest. The slight pouch in your stomach that she knew would grow into her child. The way your eyes shone, holding so much love, so much purity of spirit and heart. What had she done to deserve you? She felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and she used her thumb to wipe them away.

“Are you crying?!” you asked, leaning forward to take her hand in yours.

“I just love you so much,” she said, her voice heavy with emotion.

“Oh, god,” you complained, sniffling yourself. You had a hair trigger for crying these days. “If you cry I’m gonna cry.”

She exhaled firmly. “I’m pulling it together, don’t worry.”

“I love you, too,” you said quickly before dunking your head under the water to get rid of the suds. And because if you thought about it too much, you'd start sobbing and god knows when you'd stop.

You popped back up, flipping your hair over so you looked like a founding father. Emily laughed, and all was right in the world.

[haza1206]

i cant stop thinking about pardo so i'm going to ramble about her

OK THIS CONTAINS HI3 SPOILERS AND I KNOW SOME OF MY FRIENDS HAVEN'T PLAYED YET SO BE CAREFUL

The way the only USEFUL thing she could do for ANYONE was to die... and in chap31 her monologue...

"Flying to the Moon to battle the Final Herrscher? That's way out of my league! Besides... I'm the best at running away! There's no way I could have died there! That's right... the real me must be alive, I know she's basking in the sun somewhere..."

'But why did her feet, which should be taking her to safety... take her back to that path?'

'She ultimately made the same decision, even when she had no way to convince herself.'

LIKE AAAAAAA like I think pardo is such a good demonstration of the cruelty of honkai, herrschers and the PE because she was literally just having a fun time with the cats of sundown alley but ended up becoming a mantis and having to learn about the cruelty of honkai. (and i think her recollection about sakura's death makes this hit the hardest:

"Here… SAKURA. This is the snack I promised to find for you. You don't know how hard it was to find… No one can make 'sakura mochi' anymore···" [...]

"…SAKURA. My heart is still broken…"

All kinds of possibilities linger in her mind. The endless "what ifs" make her speechless.

"This really... this really feels worse than death." )

and her being so innocent and likeable in the elysian realm and just a silly character in general makes the cruelty and bravery of her sacrifices (both in the real world and in the elysian realm) stand out more. it wouldnt be as impactful if it was someone like kosma (and honestly he deserves his own analysis too) because he had always sort of willingly dedicated himself to the cause, but pardo was basically an ordinary person who ended up making one decision (by accidentally becoming a mantis) that defined her life and was asked to shoulder horrible sacrifices. :(

but i also think it's such an amazing part of her character that she CHOSE to go to the moon, KNOWING there was basically no way she'd come back, because she felt a sense of duty because she was a flame-chaser (even if she was the weakest). it really highlights both pardo's bravery, and that even the bravest and kindest people were still annihilated by honkai so cruelly in the PE (elysia and eden are good examples of this too).

considering the flame-chasers seem like they're meant to be a microcosm of the PE, and that we go so in depth into their stories to make us grow very emotionally attached to them, and i think that's why pardo hits so hard as a character - because she's just a NORMAL person, her recollections are literally just called "MORTAL'S MEMORY"; and then you expand that view out to look at kevin before and after he became a mantis, before and after su became a mantis... they were all NORMAL people.

i think that's also why the revelation of the samsara hit so hard because we know that the PE wasn't the only time people have died fruitlessly trying to stop honkai, the PE wasn't the only occasion in which the earth was destroyed by honkai and had to start again, people like pardo have lived and made their sacrifices maybe countless times before, and it's all ended so awfully until the CE.

that revelation is what made me love the moon arc so much because FINALLY, humans have found a way to counter the honkai, to quell it and make the earth safe again, and it was only possible through the sacrifice of the flame-chasers, especially pardo and elysia. (and the moon arc is also such a good testament to kevin's trauma but that deserves it's own analysis.)

i dont tend to be a fan of happy endings, but the hi3 cast (especially kiana) went through SO much that it feels so lovely to finally see things work out, and especially because of the efforts of the flame-chasers (and in this image from graduation trip, the way elysia has turned to look at the trio... she's watching what she and the others helped to make flourish...)

tldr because this ended up being so long PARDO IS SO BRAVE AND I LOVE HER

[thegreymarveljedi]

Here’s a little something from my fic Friendly Flying Fun (Tech x Reader) which was a request from @ewokmurderbear

I’m going to try my hardest to have this fic posted by the end of the week!😎

Maybe, just maybe she’ll reciprocate…

His mind was all over the place, for the first time in a long time and it took all his brain power to focus. How could he though? He was taken by your beauty, your heart, your confidence and your kindness. He was so madly in love with you. He knew it and his brothers knew it but he didn’t think you did.

Without thinking, Tech reached over to where to sat next to him on the cliff top, tucking a stray strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. The action cut off your laughter as you look at Tech whose cheeks were a tinge pink and his eyes mesmerized by something. Your eyes met his and he carefully pulled back before clearing his throat and turning away from you, fiddling with his hands awkwardly.

Your heart melted at the sigh of the oh so smug genius being embarrassed by the little action of affection. You smiled at him and reached over to him, taking his hand in yours. He stiffened for a moment before relaxing and turning back to you, his cheeks still a little pink from the cold as well as embarrassment.

“I-I am sorry if I overstepped, I do not know what came over me and I-”

You cut him off by placing a warm hand on his cheek, the rest of his sentence dying in his throat.

“You didn’t over step at all Tech. I promise.”

Here you go! I hope you enjoy this little teaser and I hope you will enjoy the whole story once it’s out!

[littlestarbigsky]

found this cutie lil fic in the depths of my notes and i’m kind of obsessed with it???

anyways here’s some stevepop cuteness from darry’s point of view for tonight :)

it was nothing darry hasn’t done before. he’s pulled double shifts before, knowing that if they just work on the house a little longer then the hardest parts will be over and they can breeze through the rest of the job the next day. he’s no stranger to coming home well after dinner and long after the sun had gone down.

he pushed the front door open, heading straight to his bedroom to shower, noting the tv playing some cartoon in the living room and someone piled up on the couch. he glanced into soda and ponyboy’s room, grinning when he saw pony reading on the bed.

pony was laying on his stomach on the bed and propped up on his elbows. he looked up when darry’s frame blocked out some of his reading light from the hallways, “johnny and soda made a pizza for dinner.”

“jeez, i’m surprised the house is still standing.”

“wasn’t too bad either, there’s a couple of slices left in the fridge if you want any.”

“thanks, kiddo, don’t stay up too late, yeah?”

“yeah, yeah,” pony waved him off, and darry chuckled.

assuming it was soda on the couch watching tv, darry headed back to his bedroom. he ripped his sweat-soaked clothes off the moment his door had shut behind him, showering quickly and throwing on a pair of his old football sweatpants to sleep in.

with the shower out of the way and the promise of his bed making him even more sleepy than he already was, he dragged himself back out to the kitchen to get a glass of water before knocking out for the night, stopping when he heard voices coming from the living room.

“i fell asleep, didn’t i?”

“just for a little bit, it’s okay, pepsi.”

“shoot, i’m sorry.. what happened? they’re probably not gonna play a rerun of this for a while...”

darry looked around the corner to see who was talking, only to see that the person he had seen on the couch had been soda and steve. steve was laying across the couch, propped up on a pillow, and soda was sprawled out on top of him. soda’s dx shirt was balled up at their feet and both of their hands were still covered in grease and motor oil, a tangle of arms and legs on the sofa, not doing a thing to hide their clasped hands, steve’s thumb gently running over the back of soda’s hand.

“it’s okay,” steve whispered gently, his voice sweet and soft in a way darry wouldn’t have thought possible from him. “go back to sleep, i’ll catch you up when you wake up.”

darry could have imagined it, but he was almost sure that he saw steve kiss soda’s forehead.

“mm, ‘kay,” soda mumbled, snuggling closer to steve’s chest, clearly not minding the dirt and grime caked onto both of them. “love you.”

it was muffled between his sleepy haze and the material of steve’s shirt he was pressed up against, but it was there. steve blushed, pulling him up so soda’s head rested comfortably over his heart, and started combing his fingers through soda’s hair, the grease from the morning all but gone after their shift.

darry waited a moment before walking into the kitchen, trying his hardest not to make eye contact with steve, even if it was painfully obvious what the two of them were doing. when he turned around from the fridge, he was met with steve’s horrified stare, instinctively holding soda tighter as if that wasn’t what he was scared of being caught doing in the first place.

darry just shot him a small smile and nodded shortly, and enjoyed feeling the tension dissipate as steve relaxed back into the couch, smiling gratefully back at darry. he pulled soda impossible closer and kissed his forehead again, going back to watching the show.

darry didn’t bother saying goodnight, knowing it was so rare for soda to get good sleep, with pony’s nightmares being so bad lately, and he just looked so peaceful, a small smile on his face as steve held him close.

[faulty-writes]

[ Okay I know I promised that I would publish a part II forever ago. But better late than never! So...this is a continuation of this request from lovely Daysans-World (Tumblr isn't letting me tag them, boo) and fair warning, this features a female reader. I hope you enjoy it. Writing Neito is fun. He’s slightly yandere, slightly preppy, and beautifully ignorant. It’s amazing. ]

You groaned, rounding the corner that led to the student housing. Leaning against a nearby tree, you catch your breath before fisting your hand into your hair. ‘What is wrong with me!? I’ve only known the guy for a day! Maybe less…’ honestly it didn’t matter.

In the short span of your time with him, he managed to get you to speak more words to him than you had anyone outside of the General Studies Department. That was strange enough, seriously what kind of power did Neito have over you?

Scratch that, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know. Yet that didn’t change the fact that you never anticipated someone like him being able to do that. Although this could be another example of the type of characteristics that can be found in heroes or maybe just in Neito.

“Y/n?” you paused and turned to see Hitoshi. He was a former general studies student who had tried his hardest to get into the hero course. You were happy for him, and he was still one of the few people that you weren’t afraid to talk to.

“Oh, hi Shinso…” you replied, giving a nervous chuckle as you lowered your hand. “Something wrong?” he asked, although his voice always sounded monotone to you. Did he ever show any emotion? Well, now wasn’t the time to think about that.

“Um, n-no!” you replied, waving your hands like mad. “Uh, I mean well…” you scratched the side of your head before a thought came. “Hey,” you said, “do you know Momona?” Hitoshi’s eyes widened in recognition before he glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“...yeah,” he replied, but you sensed something was off about his answer. It was like he didn’t want to talk about it. You latched onto your lip which was beginning to feel sore. “Um, do you…do you know anything about him?” Hitoshi knitted his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” he replied, and you were almost afraid to look at him for fear you’d see suspicion in his eyes. “Just, I…” you paused, should you tell him that you agreed to let Neito be a part of your project? Maybe not. “I want to know more about him,” you said. “What?” Hitoshi replied, “Why?” he added.

“No reason just…” you shifted your eyes back and forth, trying to devise an excuse. “I think he’s cool?” you said, shrugging and hoping that Hitoshi wouldn’t be able to sense that you were lying to him. “Hm, cool huh?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Y-yes?” you replied, shrugging. He glanced away, huffing.

“He’s annoying…has no sense of personal space and is overdramatic,” at least those were the first three things that came to his mind. He noticed that your face dropped, and your eyes held a shattered look as if he had smashed some hope you had related to Neito.

He sighed. “He was also the first one that welcomed me as his friend,” your eyes widened. “R-really?” He nodded. “Guess that says something about his character, most are put off by me, but he saw strength in my abilities,” a smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

You should be writing this down, then again, this information wasn’t exactly related to your project so you could let it go for now. “Thank you, Shinso!” you said politely and rushed past him before he could say anything more.

That night, thoughts of Neito clouded your mind as you lay in your bed with your heart pounding. It was a strange feeling, and you wondered what was happening. ‘Am I…happy?’ The thought seemed ridiculous, and you shook your head before turning on your side, focusing your attention on the wall.

“Ah! Mr. Aizawa ruined everything!” Neito screamed as he raised his arms above his head before entangling his hands in his hair. “Am I truly cursed to not have one peaceful moment with my dear Y/n, she’s surely the most tolerable and shyest of the creatures here at Yuuei and I want her to myself!”

He stomped his foot against the ground. “Surely no one else is worthy of caring for her!” A chuckle filled the air and he paused, looking around like mad to find the source of the noise. “Excuse you! It’s rude to eavesdrop on another’s conversation!” he snapped, continuing to look around.

“Or is it that you’re interested in Y/n as well!?” he growled, ready to fight whoever was laughing at him. “Not at all dude, but your shouting is kind of loud. I thought something was up, so I came to check out the scene!” Neito knitted his eyebrows, clearly perplexed.

“Tch and just where are you?” He asked, crossing his arms. “Look at your feet dude,” he blinked and sure enough when he looked down, he saw the face of Mirio phased through the ground and stumbled back. “You!?” he shouted in response.

“Heh, yeah,” Mirio smiled, “wait right here, I’ll be back!” With that, he disappeared once more. “The nerve of him,” Neito grumbled, tapping his foot against the ground. The sound of birds chirping in the distance and the leaves rustling surrounded him.

Beyond the tree line, he could see the sun beginning to set and the sky turning various hues of red, orange, and yellow. He frowned, his mind still lingering with thoughts of you. ‘Oh dear, what will I do to get her close to me?’ There had to be a way to crack that hard shell of yours.

“Heyo!” Neito turned, watching as Mirio approached. He scowled and his body stiffened in response, yes most would respect upperclassmen but not in this case. Not when they tried to steal you away from him. “What do you want?” He asked with a glare.

“Oh uh, heh,” Mirio noticed this but decided to be friendly regardless. “You’re the one I saw in the library earlier, right?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips, and smiling but Neito gave no response. “I’m still really sorry about that,” he said, scratching the side of his head.

“I wasn’t trying to interfere just-” he stepped back when Neito pointed his finger at him. “Just what?! How dare you interrupt my moment with Y/n,” he said with a snarl, this upperclassman was no better than Mr. Aizawa. “What else are you planning to ruin between us? Why are you even here?” he demanded.

“Uh, well you see…” he could have sworn he told him that earlier, but oh well. Maybe he just wasn’t paying attention, after all, he did kind of startle him. “I…I couldn’t help but overhear your dilemma, and I’m here to help!” he declared with a wink and smile.

Neito growled. “Help? Hah, that’s quite humorous but I don’t need any help,” he declared, turning his back on Mirio. “Are you sure?” he replied, knitting his eyebrows. “Y/n seemed pretty shy in the library and well…if there’s anything I can do to help her, let me know!” Maybe it was just hard for him to accept no as an answer.

Especially when it seemed that Neito did need his help. “After all, the best way to get to know someone is by doing nice things for them!” Neito glanced to the side, tapping his chin in thought. What did he know about you? From observing you as long as he did, he could recall a few things.

Onigiri was one of your favorite snacks, you worked hard on your academic studies but also enjoyed reading mystery novels on your own time. When you talked with other general studies students, you displayed a deep sense of care for them.

Of course, it was a mystery to him as to why you cared for others. But he wasn’t so ignorant as to completely disregard what it felt like to care for another. “Are you suggesting that if I were to give Y/n the things she likes, she would open up to me?” he asked, turning to face Mirio.

“Uh, well I think there’s more to it than that! But sure!” he said shrugging. “Hm…” Neito nodded. “Very well, I’m happy I thought of that,” he said walking past Mirio whose eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it as he watched the lowerclassmen walk away.

“Here!” Neito declared, slamming a box onto the table in the library and nearly scaring you half to death. “Huh?” you knitted your eyebrows, noting that what he so rudely slammed down was an ordinary box covered in light blue wrapping paper with colorful bows across the top of it.

“Um, y-you…” Neito smirked. “Yes of course, I, the one and only Phantom Thief have presented you with a gift,” and of course, it was better than any other gift you could receive from any other ordinary everyday boring student.

Your heart began to pound and couldn’t help but smile as you unwrapped the gift. “Oh,” you marveled when you saw several pieces of delicious and differently flavored onigiri inside. In addition, there were a few mouth-watering drinks.

You picked one up, quickly reading the label before looking at the pink-colored liquid that had bits of strawberries floating in it. However, you ended up dropping it when Neito’s hand hit the table. He seemed to ignore the fact that the bottle had rolled off said table and onto the floor.

“Yes, I know. Quite amazing, isn’t it? Now…” he reached over, grasping your chin to lift your head. “What do you say?” he asked. “Huh?” you blinked before realizing what he wanted. “Oh, t-thank you!” Had you forgotten to thank him!?

He smirked at your response. “Oh, you’re quite welcome,” he said, leering at you possessively. “Now then,” he took the seat opposite you and folded his hands on the table. “Hm?” you looked at him before taking an onigiri out of the box.

You then made sure it was closed and placed it on the floor next to your chair. You picked up the drink you had dropped earlier and placed it on the table before adjusting yourself in your seat. Then you unwrapped the onigiri you had chosen and took a bite, waiting for Neito to speak.

“I do hope Mr. Aizawa’s intrusion didn’t disturb you too much, although it was rather rude for you to run away without giving me a goodbye.” His words made you freeze, and you thought about speaking in your defense but knowing Neito, it wouldn’t make a difference.

You grumbled and glanced away before taking another bite of your food, you chewed it slowly and swallowed. “Why…” your question faded into the air making you groan in frustration. After yesterday, you shouldn’t be having a problem talking to him. You took a deep breath, ignoring how Neito leaned closer.

‘Okay, I can do this…his eyes are on me.’ You tried to ignore your rapid heart rate and flushed cheeks. “Why…d-did you…w-want to become a…he-hero?!” You exclaimed, squeezing your eyes shut and cringing as your voice echoed through the library.

“Hm?” Neito blinked, looking at you with surprise before he smiled. “Awe is my dear Y/n finally coming out of her shell?” he teased, noticing the way your cheeks grew a darker shade of red. Oh, how he loved knowing he was the cause of it.

He chuckled before leaning back in his chair, the smile fading from his face. You noticed this and suddenly felt awkward and guilty, had you caused him to get sad!? “Y-you don’t have to…u-uh, I, u-um…” he shook his head.

“No, it’s quite alright. After all, I agreed to be a part of your project, it’s only natural to want to know the past of someone as marvelous as I!” he declared, brushing his hand over his bangs although you couldn’t help but wonder if he was putting up a front.

That frown had to mean something, have you struck a nerve? A painful past? Now that you thought about it, maybe villains weren’t the only ones with a painful past. Did heroes have them too? He took a deep breath and sighed.

“As a child, I was mercilessly teased!” he declared dramatically, pressing one hand against his chest. “Others called my quirk useless,” your eyes widened. “Useless?” you repeated with a frown. How could others have said such a cruel thing to him?

“Of course, I vowed to become a hero to prove them wrong. Their taunts surely couldn’t hold me down,” he said with a smirk. “Mmhm,” you replied. At least he found the courage to overcome the obstacles that tried to stop him from becoming a hero and maybe that’s why he acted the way he did.

It wasn’t to make others feel small, but rather to continue to make himself feel bigger than those bullies. “Of course, there are also the familial expectations,” your thoughts were broken. “Familial…e-expectations?” you repeated, feeling your heart sink in your chest.

“Oh yes, the pressure to maintain good grades and appearances and all that. It’s really quite exhausting living up to certain expectations,” he admitted with a dramatic sigh. You narrowed your eyes and focused on the look of hurt that now danced in his.

As much as you wanted to tell him about your family’s expectations, you instead placed what was left of your onigiri down and hesitantly reached across the table and laid your hand over his. He gasped at the contact, and you immediately pulled away.

“S-sorry!” you exclaimed, the heat in your cheeks rising. “I...I m-mean I wasn’t...I j-just...I uh...” You looked at him, swallowing thickly as he raised his eyebrow. Glancing down, you expected him to say something rude in response, but instead, he reached over, taking your hand.

“Huh?” You raised your head, watching as he slid his palm along yours, aligning your fingers. His hand, you noticed, felt warm and his skin smooth. “Um...” you latched onto your lip, nervously chewing it before finding the courage to ask what he was doing.

“Shh,” he responded and slowly slipped his fingers between yours and smiled as he stared at your now conjoined hands. It wasn’t like any smile he had given before. There was something softer, loving about it. Like he had just witnessed the most beautiful thing in the world and then he muttered the words, “Perfect fit.”

To say that such words caught you off guard would be an understatement. That same sensation from last night came when you looked at your hand cradled in his. A smile then enveloped your features. ‘Maybe this is happiness,’ you confirmed, squeezing his hand gently.

Silence filled the space between the two of you as you enjoyed this happy moment. But then, a thought entered your mind, and it was this thought that shattered the smile on your face to pieces. “Hm? Is something the matter?” he asked, feeling insulted that you were frowning because he was currently holding your hand.

You shook your head. “N-no,” you said, looking at him again. “Nothing’s um…wrong.” A sigh escaped your lips moments later, causing him to knit his eyebrows. He opened his mouth, prepared to ask what was wrong again, but you spoke first.

“My family a-also has certain…e-expectations…and...” You looked away from him, rubbing the side of your neck. Why you were even telling him this, you didn’t know. Neito narrowed his eyes as he watched your cheeks turn a luscious pink.

Although he was quite astounded by this, he was envious that he wasn’t the cause of it…maybe even a little angry. “And what?” He growled, making you knit your eyebrows as you looked at him. For a moment, you wondered if what you had said made him angry.

Maybe he was just angry that the attention had shifted to you. Regardless of the happy moment the two of you shared earlier, you still thought Neito was a bit selfish and obsessed with himself. “Um…” you looked down, partly wondering if you should actually tell him or not.

Then again, you were trying to bond with him in a sense, and he had told you details about his life he surely wouldn’t have shared with anyone else. So, you took a deep breath and let it out. “T-they have expectations about my…f-future love life…” It was like a lightning bolt passed through his chest, causing his heart to crumble.

“W-what!?” He snapped in reply, standing from his seat and ignoring the people who were now staring because of his outburst causing your cheeks to darken into a rich red color. “Uh, M-Monoma…” You said, sinking in your seat.

However, he wasn’t willing to listen to reason and shook his head. “What on Earth do you mean they have expectations, surely they do not intend to marry you off to…to...” He clenched his jaw, trying to think of the correct words. “Some immature individual who could never hope to measure up to the greatness I display!”

He pressed his hands against the table and leaned over, intent on speaking more until he saw the expression on your face. Like a kicked puppy, a frown decorated your lips, and your eyes were dull as if someone had ripped out your very soul.

He blinked. “Y/n?” he questioned, and you latched onto your lip before gathering your things from the table and quickly putting them into your backpack. “Y/n?” he repeated, panic and concern dripping from his voice. “I-I’ll see you later, Monoma…” you said, slipping your backpack over your shoulders.

“Wait!” he half-heartedly called, but you left the library in a hurry. More importantly, you left the gift he had so generously given you and the drink you had placed on the table. “Mm…” he frowned, obviously confused and angry as to why you had reacted the way you did to his words.

Days passed, and Neito found himself increasingly anxious. He hated to admit that he was feeling such a way, and it was hard to keep up his confidence when he hadn’t seen you. Even when he happened to catch a glimpse of you, it was clear you were going out of your way to avoid him.

He pondered if his words were the reason behind your drastic actions and eventually, he was unable to contain his frustration. “Ah!” He shouted into the night. Having been unable to sleep, he decided wandering the grounds of the student housing campus may help him.

But unfortunately, it didn’t. His mind was still fixated on you and more importantly, “How can I get her to fall for me!?” He raised his arms above his head and sighed dramatically before his knees buckled. He fell to the ground with his fists twisted into the grass.

“Heh, so I take it that Y/n didn’t receive your gifts well?” His body instantly snapped up and he looked around, uncertain of where the voice had come from. “Huh?” He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. Surely, he was not going mad.

He sighed, then again, perhaps you had something to do with that. Oh, how could he get you to see him the way that he saw you? He clenched his jaw, feeling his body heat up and anger rush through his veins. He stood on his feet.

“Hmp,” he grumbled before turning around only to stumble straight into someone else. He cried out, and his nose crinkled at the rather cheap smell that invaded his nostrils. He looked up, only to see Mirio smiling down at him.

He cried out in disgust and attempted to shove him away, but due to their stature difference, Mirio remained where he was, and Neito ended up stumbling back because of his actions. “Heh, did I scare you? Sorry about that, totally didn’t mean to!” The upperclassman commented, only to have Neito growl in response.

“So, what happened between you and Y/n? Did my suggestion not work as well as you hoped?” He asked, ignoring Neito’s glare. “I should have known better than to take advice from anyone,” he stated, stomping his foot against the ground. “I will win over Y/n myself! I do not need your help,” he declared, walking away.

Mirio tilted his head, somewhat confused by what he was seeing, but waved him goodbye. “Well, alright! But you know you could just confess your feelings. That is if you want Y/n to know how much you care about her,” Neito stopped and looked at Mirio from over his shoulder.

“Confess…my…feelings?” He repeated, his eyes shifting back and forth. “Yup,” Mirio replied, placing his hands on his hips. “After all, how can you expect someone to fall for you if they don’t even know how you feel in the first place?” He blinked, before tapping his chin a few times.

He thought he had already made his feelings for you clear. Then again, you were rather shy and antisocial. Why of course! That must be why you remained unreceptive to his actions and words. You needed him to be clearer. Yes, yes! That was it.

He simply needed to tell you how he felt about you straight-forward and then, oh yes, you would no doubt fall for him. It was a perfectly devised plan. “Hm, very well. Perhaps confessing my feelings for Y/n would be beneficial,” he replied and tried to ignore the rather absurd smile that Mirio gave him.

“That sounds awesome! Good luck!” He stated, and despite receiving a rather obscene glare from the underclassmen, he was still happy for him. Although confessing your feelings wasn’t easy, from what he had already seen Neito was quite the character and in a way, anyone would be lucky to have someone with such confidence in their life.

In the back of his mind, however, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if Neito got rejected. Yikes, probably nothing good. But if that did happen, he’d try his best to help. Broken hearts kind of sucked, but they could be healed with plenty of support from friends.

Despite your conflicting feelings, you found yourself sitting in the library, at your usual table, which over the past week had also become Neito’s table. You weren’t sure why you were even here, but you knew that Neito wasn’t exactly the most thoughtful with his words.

More than likely, he didn’t realize just how intense the romantic pressure your family placed on you was. Frankly, it disgusted you that they wanted to marry you off to whoever they thought was best for you. It was a wonder what they’d think of Neito and his unorthodox method of trying to court you.

If you were honest, the possessive nature that he held over you was also a bit unnerving. Then again, it was probably his ego talking, and after everything he had gone through, including people making fun of his quirk and putting him down, it was understandable why he would be prideful.

However, that was no excuse to oversell yourself or try to claim someone else as your own. Yet, it was nice to know that someone wanted you that bad. Someone who aspired to do good through his hero work and had overcome his inner demons.

So maybe you were just sitting here in hopes he’d come to you. Little did you know that was exactly what was going to happen. His heart was pounding in his chest, and a warm hue coursed through his cheeks giving them a pink appearance.

He ran past the doors of the library, startling the few students standing around or browsing through the nearby shelves. He frantically looked around and a sense of relief rushed over him when he spotted you. His lip quivered, a sensation that was entirely new to him.

Yet, he knew that you were the reason behind it, and it was almost scary thinking that someone such as yourself had this kind of power over him. But perhaps that was love. Yes, he would admit that he was a tad bit obsessed with you.

However, his affection stemmed from the fact that you were vastly different from everyone else. He took a deep breath. ‘Pull yourself together, you’re Neito Monoma!’ He reminded himself, curling his hands into fists before he made his way to your table.

“Hm?” You held your breath when you lifted your head and saw him walking toward you, just as you predicted. It was almost as though the two of you were drawn to this space, to one another. You noticed the unusual nervous expression he wore, and it perplexed you. Why was he nervous? If anyone should be nervous, it should be you.

As he stood in front of the table, the pink color that filled his cheeks turned a soft red. He glanced away and rubbed the side of his neck. Oh, how would he confess to you? Surely you wouldn’t accept his feelings if they weren’t presented in the most perfect way possible. Then again…perhaps feelings were askew for a reason.

They were not something one asked for, and in some cases, couldn’t control. He took a deep breath and felt a tingle course through him, it was almost like lightning. It caused his hair to stand on end and only intensified when he locked eyes with you.

He stumbled forward, slamming his hands on the table to ensure he truly had your attention. Your eyes widened in response, and yes, you looked at him with an expression that danced somewhere between confusion and irritation. Why did he do that in the first place?

He smirked and leaned over, despite the damned butterflies in his stomach, he poured out his emotions. “Y-you!” He stated with a pointed finger. “My…pursuit of you has proved to be difficult, and although I desired you because of your unusual personality-” You looked at him strangely.

“Unusual...personality?” you repeated, almost sounding offended. He nodded and while he could go into detail, now wasn’t the time for that. “My plan to court you,” he continued, “by insisting on being the star topic of your presentation has...fallen apart.” He glanced away, feeling more shameful than anything.

He hated failure and yes maybe that stemmed from his family’s expectations. Unlike you, however, he had a choice when it came to his love life, and he chose you. Yes, you, and damn anyone else. You kept looking at him perplexed. This was not what you expected.

He glanced back at you, his cheeks remaining a soft red. “I…I do not know why you acted the way you did when I attempted to claim courtship rights over you despite your familial expectations. Perhaps romance makes you uncomfortable,” he dreaded to think his courting methods made you feel such a way.

But surely that was ridiculous. As he had stated many times, no one was more perfect for you than him. “I’m more than certain you know I will not stop my pursuit,” he hissed, he had to at least make that clear. He placed one hand on his hip, and the other remained pressed against the table.

His head turned to the side, and he closed his eyes. His lips curled up as if he had smelled something foul. “You are truly naive if you believe that I would allow your family to hand you off to anyone who is not me!” He snapped, placing the hand that was against his hip on his chest.

Your heart fluttered, you knew family matters, especially dealing with arranged marriages and love, were complicated. And even if Neito’s affection was somewhat yandere, it was clear that he wouldn’t let your family control you. Your thoughts were shattered when you heard him huff.

“The thought of losing you to…another is just…unethical. Nobody could take better care of you than I, Neito Monoma!” He announced and before you could react, he raced around the table to stand in front of you and took your hand.

Your soft delicate hand that he never wanted to let go. Then he got down on one knee as if he were proposing, and while you wouldn’t put that past him, it was clear there was another reason he was doing it. Once he was situated, he pressed your hand against his chest, and you could feel the rapid flutter of his heart.

You were a little worried that he might need to see Recovery Girl. But even if you suggested that, he would refuse until he said what he needed to say. He narrowed his eyes with determination. “I will not stop my pursuit of you,” he repeated, before taking a deep breath.

“As such, I vow to become the ideal hero for you.” Even if he had said similar things to you over the past week, a wave of surprise and a feeling of newfound hope coursed through your veins and a gentle smile formed on your face.

He felt a tinge of nerves once again consume him when you leaned forward, parting your lips to speak. This was it. Were you going to reject or accept his feelings? Either way, it didn’t matter. He’d wear you down until you were his.

Much to his surprise, you said, “I…accept your feelings.” Although you couldn’t tell him how to feel in the first place. His mouth hung open, making you chuckle. That look of confusion and shock was a rare sight, but he shook his head, soon regaining his composure as he stood back up.

“W-well of course you would,” he said, using that familiar know-it-all tone that you had gotten all too associated with. He then cleared his throat before noticing an exhibition board lying against one of the legs of the table. “What is that?” He questioned, pointing to it.

You turned your head and your stomach twisted. Oh, so he had noticed it. You took a deep breath, rubbing your hands along your thighs before grabbing it. “I…f-finished my project,” you said, opening it to reveal three separate panels.

The words ‘Pro Hero or Student: Traits that Make Both Shine’ were across the top of it. On the first panel, you had an explanation of what you were doing with your project and the traits you had experimented with. The middle panel displayed pictures of famous heroes and the qualities they possessed.

Finally on the last panel was a picture of Phantom Thief, Neito’s hero alias, and underneath was information regarding the versatility of his quirk, the traits he had in common with your selection of pro heroes, and why they were stronger.

Although flattered, he was expecting more of the focus to be on him. Surely, he should have taken up all three panels. But this was a start, at least the General Studies Department would know how amazing he was. He smiled pridefully and looked at you.

“Well, perhaps your next assigned project can truly focus on me,” he said, already making assumptions. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and closed the exhibition board before placing it back against the leg of the table. “I…e-even after what you said I…I wanted to w-work on the project…” you admitted.

“I thought it was t-the right thing to d-do because…” you paused and Neito leaned closer, eager to hear what you had to say about him. You took a deep breath, feeling heat course through your cheeks. The weight of his stare was certainly heavy but welcomed.

You turned your gaze back on him. “You’ve been through so much a-and despite your attitude,” which while unpleasant sometimes also was welcomed, “y-you’re an amazing person,” you stated before glancing away. You could feel your cheeks growing hotter by the second and your confidence skyrocketing.

“And…if what you say i-is true, that you’d never l-let my family marry me to anyone else then…” you swallowed unsure of how you’d phrase this. “I want you in my life,” yup. There it was. The conclusion of your project-themed journey with Neito. Sure…he was egotistical, pushy, and at times had no common decency when it came to manners.

But he was still determined, always looking to do the right thing, and willing to do whatever it took to protect those he cared about. Even through the negativity and doubt that people had regarding his abilities as a hero, he sought to prove them wrong.

Of course, you suspected that he also sought to prove to himself that he had what it took to become a hero. To rise above naysayers was a quality to be admired; maybe sometime soon, he could teach you how to be a social butterfly or at least speak to other students outside of your department.

Then again, maybe it was better not to think about social interaction now. His face was beaming and the expression that danced in his eyes reflected that loving and caring side that he often kept concealed. “Oh Y/n!” he exclaimed, making you yelp in surprise when he embraced you and proceeded to nuzzle his head against yours.

He loved the floral and fruity scent that permeated from your hair and invaded his nostrils. It gave him a sense of peace before he pulled away. “What a glorious moment this is!” He said, taking hold of your hands. “Come!” He stated, and without warning yanked you out of your chair.

“What!?” You exclaimed as he pulled you against him once more and smirked. A soft chuckle escaped him before he leaned closer. “You are rather adorable when taken by surprise, perhaps I’ll do this more often,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“For now, I believe a celebration is in order,” you knitted your eyebrows. A celebration? For what? Your newfound friendship? Your acceptance of his feelings? It was so hard to determine what was going through his mind. But you allowed him to lead you out of the library regardless.

While he rambled on about getting some type of latte, something dawned on you. Your life was going to change drastically now that Neito was part of it. Then again, you had a feeling the more traits you learned about him, the closer the two of you would become. 

[fruitsoxs]

I just had a cute idea that I'd like you to write some headcanons for (if you want to of course). For context, I'm pretty sure newspapers have these little sections where people can write messages or post ad-like requests for themselves. I cant remember what its called though.

Pre-canon, Vash and his crush have to separate for a while, but they end up surprising him by sending him little messages through the paper under a pseudonym. And for the sake of convenience let's assume the whole planet has the same news providers lol. Hope I explained this well!

i found out they're called classifieds !

pairings; vash x (GN) reader warnings; none! just fluff notes; ajsk as h this request has been at the back of my mind since i got it. its very cute. it was really hard coming up with a coded message though?? so i only did one. it's also heavily 98 Vash coded

Life on the run with Vash isn’t always fun, and sometimes you can get pretty hurt out there

You happen to get a little injury on your leg, meaning you have to stay still for a while

The problem? Vash has to keep moving. He promises he’ll come back and grab you in a month when you’re supposed to be fully healed

You’re lucky the town doctor owes you two a favor, and the kind old man offers to let you stay with him while Vash is gone

Sadly, this means you have to separated from Vash which …sucks

Over the past little bit the two of you have gotten pretty close, and the idea of being separated really bums you both out. It’s hard for you to get Vash to even leave. He gives you these sad puppy-dog eyes and asks over and over again if you’ll be okay

The doctor ends up kicking him out so he can “get some work done.”

The first day is the hardest day you’ve had in years. You’re down and depressed, won’t eat all of your food.

The doctor, trying to help cheer you up, gives you this idea. He tells you about a section in the newspaper where you can write little requests/ads. Since the newspaper spreads across the entire planet,  it could definitely reach him. 

You know Vash reads the paper, usually with breakfast. It’s a perfect plan

You write out the coded message; “Searching for the elusive mayfly known as love. Been missing my mayfly for about two days now. I hope I can see them again soon. They are the brightest part of my day ” You sign it off with the nickname that Vash calls you

When Vash sees the ad he about passes out.

He’s been miserable ever since he had to leave you. He’s insecure about letting you get hurt , depressed because he’s traveling alone again, and he misses your touch so much. It’s during this little space that he starts realizing how much you really mean to him. 

So he’s all mope as he grabs the morning paper, not expecting to see his own little mantra on the pages. 

He knows it's you immediately. 

He almost cries a bit as the sweet message, his heart beating fast as he thinks about the cute little smile you always wear. You’re the brightest part of his day too. 

He buys the paper everyday that month, looking for any new messages that may appear. 

You send him as many as you can afford, the doctor helping you pay for them. 

Vash cuts out every ad he sees, piling them up and putting them in his pocket where they’re safe. He likes to take them out and read them when he starts missing you

Finally the month starts to come to an end, and you’re able to walk around again

You have so much energy you don’t know what to do with yourself. The doctor starts making you do little chores around his house so you don’t explode. 

You’re actually out in town picking up something for the doctor when you spot that familiar red jacket

You rush towards the man and jump into his arms 

He hugs you back and presses his face into your hair with a grin

The two of you hug for a moment before he takes your hands and thanks you for all the messages you sent

There is no confession, but the relationship has changed. You know this because he holds your hand as you walk back to the doctors place

and in the future if the two of you are ever separated again, you know how to talk to him.

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Little Bird

Summary: Aaron prepares himself for one of the biggest days of his life…and your daughter’s.

Pairing: retired hotch x fem! reader (in the future…like we’re talking almost 30 years of marriage here)

Word Count: 3.1K

Contains: established marriage, preparation for a wedding, sappy moments, kissing, parental advice

a/n: this has been in my head since i heard the new song from the jonas brothers (yes, yet another fic inspired by them)…i also haven’t written in a while and i missed it a bit so here’s a little something for y’all…lyrics are dispersed throughout the fic and are formatted differently to make it easier to read and in somewhat chronological order of the song and just in case y’all wanted to listen to it while you read, here you go!

Masterlist

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Came in the world, my baby girl…beautiful angel.

Aaron had been both dreading and waiting for this moment ever since he held your daughter, Samantha, in his arms after you had given birth. This day came faster than he could have ever imagined.

Samantha’s wedding day.

As he stood in your shared dressing room, adjusting his tie and running his fingers through his slightly graying hair, his mind flashed back to where it all had begun. He could remember the day that Samantha was born so clearly. The nerves, the anticipation, the joy that your daughter brought the two of you simply just by making it into the world safe and sound. Aaron had forgotten how precious and fragile new life was since Jack was 6 years old when the two of you had had Samantha. It had been a while since that feeling of new, beautiful life had been in your lives but he was more ready than he ever felt before.

Oh, I could cry, got your mothers kind eyes

Tryna stop time, no, I could never ask for more

Samantha was so small, so fragile. Aaron remembered rocking her in his arms, whispering how beautiful she was and how she looked just like her mother. He saw you in her eyes and hair coloring. You told Aaron she had his dimples and he remembered grinning so big that his own dimples made an appearance. His heart overflowed with love for his daughter and there was no other feeling in the world that could ever replace the pride he felt when he held her, something that the two of you had brought to the world together. From the moment he laid eyes on your daughter, he knew that there was nothing in the world that he wouldn’t have tried his hardest to protect her from. The same promise he made to himself when he first laid eyes on Jack.

Even now, twenty four years later from when she was born, he knows that that vow will remain for both of his children until his very last day.

What he also knows is that he wouldn’t have been able to do any of it without you by his side. Which is why the corners of his lips turned up into a small smile as he watched you in the reflection of the mirror preparing yourself for the wedding ceremony across the room. Beautiful as ever, he thought to himself.

He would never cease to be amazed every time you got dressed up. You’d always steal the breath from his lungs and today was no different. He watches you put on the last bits of your makeup while adjusting his cufflinks.

Feeling eyes on you, you glance up and your gazes connect through the mirror. “I see you staring,” you chuckle.

“I’m always looking at you. Always have, always will,” he says, as if there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing. He turns from the mirror, feeling satisfied with his final touches and makes his way over to you. He slides his arms around your waist from behind where you are standing, dropping a kiss on your cheek.

“Don’t you get tired from being so dreamy all the time?” you ask, leaning back against him slightly.

“Me? Dreamy? I think you have me mixed up with someone else,” he teases as he splays his hands over your hips.

“Right. Maybe it’s my other husband that I’ve been with for about the same time I’ve been with you,” you joke right back, trying to put on the last bits of your mascara.

“You mean…there’s another?” Aaron feigns shock, letting out an exaggerated gasp. “And to think, I’ve been keeping your bed warm for almost 27 years.”

27 years, you think to yourself. 27 years of an endless love. 27 years of being with your best friend. You never would have thought that from when you first met Aaron, but the sparks flew the more you spent time with one another.

It started as simple glances, noticing the things that made him tick. The way he’d rub his fingers together when he was thinking about the situation you had found yourselves in. The way he would quirk up one side of his mouth when someone said something inappropriate but he did not want to fully laugh at what was said. Eventually, it turned into knowing each other's takeout orders, coming up with jokes that only the two of you knew, and spending nights curled up on each other's couches getting to know everything about one another.

You couldn’t picture yourself with anyone else. Aaron complimented your strengths and was your rock. There was nothing you couldn’t do without him by your side.

Which was why when you let out a shaky breath, he tightened his grip on you and pressed his lips gently to your temple.

“Feeling okay?” he whispered. He knew that today was an emotional day for all of you and he was doing his best to keep himself together. Quite frankly, he wasn’t sure how he wasn’t full on crying yet even just thinking about walking Samantha down the aisle.

You nodded, placing your hands on top of his and giving them a small squeeze. “I just can’t believe she’s already at this point in her life. It seems like just yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital and she was just starting school and now….” Your voice trailed off, ending with a small sniffle.

Aaron kissed your temple again before pressing his cheek against yours. “I know, baby. Trust me, this isn’t easy for me either,” he laughed lightly. “But he’s a good man. I wouldn’t want her with anyone else.”

You nodded and patted his hands before stepping out of his embrace and reaching for a tissue. You dabbed your eyes gently, looking at Aaron as he smiled softly at you. “How are you holding it together right now? This is your baby girl in case you forgot. The one that you dressed up with for Halloween. The one that would walk all over your back when she was younger. Not one tear from you today?” you teased.

Aaron swiped quickly under his eyes, trying to get the tears to stop rimming them. “I may or may not have had a moment earlier when I caught a peek of her getting ready,” he laughed.

It was true though. He had happened to walk past the room where Samantha was getting ready and he stuck his head in to see if she needed anything. When he saw her getting her hair and makeup done, it felt like something out of a movie scene. She looked absolutely gorgeous and he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that he had tears streaming down his cheeks a bit only from that moment alone. He knew he would be a mess when the time came to actually walk her down the aisle.

Aaron took a peek at his watch and let out a puff of air. “Five minutes until showtime. How do I look?” he asked, holding his arms out for you to inspect him.

You smiled at him, your handsome husband before taking a step forward and adjusting his tie. “Perfect,” you whispered. You placed your hand around his neck gently and brought his face down to yours, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips. Once, twice before stepping back and resting your forehead against his. “I don’t know if this is a bigger day for us or for her,” you laughed.

“Definitely Samantha’s. We had our big moment already. It’s time to send her off on her first big moment on her own before her life is filled with as many, if not more, amazing memories like we’ve had,” Aaron murmured. He kept trying to convince himself that the words he was speaking were true, trying not to think about how some memories that Samantha would now make wouldn’t include the two of you.

But that’s the thing about parenthood, he realized. You do all you can for your children, wanting and wishing for them to have the moon and the stars. Wanting them to have more than you ever did. You raise them, try to help them develop into good people and hope they make the right choices. You sacrifice anything and everything just for the hope that they can find happiness and success in their own lives surrounded by the people that love and cherish them. Only for the cycle to start over when your kids have kids.

Grandkids. Aaron cleared his throat abruptly, not quite ready for that to be on the table just yet. He gave you a brief hug, placing his face in the crook of your neck, taking comfort in you. Comfort in your warmth, your favorite perfume.

A small knock on the door caused the two of you to break apart. The wedding planner poked her head in with a bright smile on her face. “Alright you two. It’s time,” she said. She took a brief look at the clipboard in her hands and smiled at the two of you. “At the bride’s request, she wants both of her parents to walk her down the aisle.”

You squeezed Aaron’s hand gently, nodding at the wedding planner. “We’ll be right down there.” With that, the wedding planner nodded and scurried off back towards where Samantha was finishing getting ready.

You turned to Aaron, feeling your stomach fill with butterflies of excitement. “Did you know she was going to do this? Have the two of us walk her down?” you asked.

A lopsided grin came across his face. He shrugged his shoulders, pretending to be clueless when you could tell he definitely had an inkling that this was going to happen. “I mean, it may have come up briefly in one of our conversations. Cannot confirm nor deny,” he joked.

You playfully hit his chest, feeling your emotions grow even stronger for your husband and the family that the two of you had built together. Aaron held out his arm for you to latch on to, gracefully looping your arm through his as the two of you started to walk to the bridal suite, ready to take on your next adventure in your lives.

—————————

The moment that Samantha opened the door to reveal herself all dolled up in her dress, Aaron knew it was a moment he’d never forget. She looked absolutely stunning in her dress, looking close in resemblance to a princess. His little girl was all grown up.

“Samantha,” he said softly. So quietly he wasn’t even sure if Samantha had heard him.

Samantha’s eyes filled with tears. “Hi, Dad.” She held part of her dress in her hands and did a little spin around. “What do you think? Think that Charlie is going to like it?”

You nodded your head slightly, smiling from ear to ear at how gorgeous your daughter looked. She truly grew to be the perfect blend of you and Aaron, having now grown into her dimples. “He’s going to love it,” you assured.

Aaron cleared his throat and adjusted his cufflinks. “Yeah and if he doesn’t, don’t worry. Jack and I will kick his ass,” Aaron teased.

“Dad!” Samantha yelled, laughing at Aaron’s antics. She of course knew that her father was joking and it did help to lighten the emotional mood that everyone seemed to be in.

Darlin', there's a train comin' in your life that you gotta catch

Small hands, wrapped around my finger, wrapped around my finger

Aaron watched as Samantha grabbed her bouquet of flowers, a beautiful arrangement consisting of dusty pink roses and peonies. She adjusted her dress and took a deep breath. “I guess it’s now or never,” she said with a smile so bright, Aaron was going to remember it forever.

Samantha stepped in between the two of you, latching her arms around yours and Aarons as the three of you proceeded to walk to the entrance of the church.

You looked through the church doors to see all of your family, along with Charlie’s, waiting for Samantha to make her grand entrance. You watched as Samantha took a deep breath, clearly calming down her nerves before she entered the procession. You shook her gently, trying to get her to relax. “Sweetheart, you look gorgeous. He’s a great man. You’re going to do just fine,” you assured her.

Samantha turned her attention to you and gave you a quick hug. “Thanks, Mom,” she whispered softly. She looped her arms back through yours and Aarons just as the orchestra started playing a soft rendition of the wedding march. “Here we go,” she said to you and Aaron, looking straight down the aisle towards where Charlie waited, already beaming seeing his wife-to-be for the first time in her wedding dress.

With one step in front of the other, the three of you made your way down the aisle, ready to give Samantha’s hand in marriage to Charlie.

Walked down the aisle, breaking my heart

Lay down my pride, I know I gotta let you go

Aaron held his hand tightly over Samantha’s, rubbing his thumb gently over the back of her hand. Memories popped up sporadically through his mind.

Her first words.

Teaching her how to ride her bike.

Seeing her find herself and build friendships.

When she made it onto the softball team.

Watching her graduate high school and then college.

It was too much all at once for him. The emotions that he tried to keep inside finally surfaced, a steady stream of tears rolling down his cheeks. He quickly wiped them away with his free hand, trying to compose himself before he handed off your daughter to Charlie.

When you heard his sniffles, you looked over and saw Aaron’s emotions finally coming through. You started to cry softly as well, the momentous occasion getting to you all as you continued to walk arm in arm down the church aisle.

You glanced around the church, seeing family and friends on both sides, and knew that Samantha would be alright. She would be happy and supported and that’s all you and Aaron could have asked for when she finally found her person.

She found a love similar to what you and Aaron had found in each other. Support, warmth, strength.

A home. Aaron was your home and you knew that Charlie would be Samantha’s.

Making it to the end of the aisle, Samantha turned to you and gave you a strong and tight hug. “I love you so much,” she said into your ear. You rubbed her back briefly, giving her a teary eyed smile.

“Thank you for letting me walk you down the aisle today, baby girl,” you murmured.

“You really think I would have done that without you? You and Dad have always shown me what it means to be loved so fully and completely. I wasn’t going to let him have all the fun,” Samantha joked. You watched as she blinked rapidly, trying to not to mess up her makeup.

“Promise me you’ll spend your life strengthening your love and supporting one another, Sammy girl.” You gave her hand a light squeeze and when she nodded, you let it go. “Go get him, baby.” You gave her a small nod in reassurance before finding your seat, leaving Aaron to have his moment with your daughter.

Aaron cleared his throat, trying to get a hold of himself as he listened to the conversation that you just shared with Samantha. He wiped his eyes again, before standing there waiting for her to turn around so that he could say a few more words before the ceremony truly began.

Aaron’s breath got caught in his throat as Samantha turned towards him. If it was even possible, he loved her more than he had the date she was born. He took a step forward and brought his hands up gently to the bottom of her veil. “You ready, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice soft and comforting.

Samantha bit her lip and glanced at the altar where Charlie waited anxiously, wiping away his own tears from the buildup of emotions of the day. Samantha turned her head back towards Aaron and gave him a small nod of her head.

With shaky fingers, Aaron lifted up the veil and smiled, seeing Samantha’s dimples on full display as he gently placed the veil back down on her head. Aaron grabbed her hand that wasn’t holding the bouquet with both of his and gave it a squeeze. “You got yourself a good one there.” Aaron took a step forward and placed his lips next to her ear. “He was crying before he even saw you.”

Samantha chuckled to herself, and it made Aaron happy to see that she wasn’t nervous. She was ready. And from what he could see, Charlie was ready to take on his role as a husband and do whatever it took to ensure Samantha’s happiness.

‘Cause he’s gonna love you when I gotta leave you

Aaron took a small step back and brought Samantha’s hand up to his mouth and placed a small kiss there. “Your mother and I will always be there for you. I hope you know that.”

Samantha threw her arms around Aaron’s neck, squeezing him tight. “I love you, Dad,” she whispered through her shaky voice.

Aaron pressed his lips to her forehead. “To the moon and back,” he replied.

“Always,” Samantha replied, before stepping back from Aaron, ready to start the next chapter of her life knowing that her parents were going to be behind her every step of the way.

Aaron took a seat next to you in the pews and immediately, his hand found yours and he held it in his lap. You turned your attention towards him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. You rested your head on his shoulder as the ceremony began, watching your daughter’s new life unfold right before your very eyes.

Please just keep me in your heart When you fly into somebody else’s arms, little bird

[barmykid]

On a new place. Home???

Moving is never easy, no matter how much you convince yourself you’re ready. You think it’s about packing boxes and fitting pieces of your life into neat little compartments, but the truth is, the hardest things to move are the pieces of you that don’t quite fit anywhere anymore. I arrived here with a suitcase full of clothes and a heart I wasn’t sure how to carry.

This place is beautiful, in the way new things always are. People greet me with warmth, like they’ve known me for years and somehow already see the parts of me I’m still figuring out. They’re all brilliant—sharp minds, open hearts, the kind of people who remind you what it feels like to be excited about something again. It’s like standing in a room full of light after living in shadows. They don’t know about the parts of me I left behind, the heaviness that clings to the edges of my smile. I don’t talk about the engagement that ended, the promises that dissolved into the kind of silence that feels like a scream. There are some things you don’t bring up, not when you’re trying to convince yourself you’ve moved on.

I’m healing in the middle of people who have already arrived at their own peace. They laugh with ease, tell stories that don’t have cracks in the foundation. I sit with them, their conversations swirling around me like soft music, and I wonder if I’ll ever feel that light again. I smile, but inside, there’s a pulse of uncertainty. Am I allowed to be broken in a place so whole?

Some nights are harder. It’s quiet here, not the kind of quiet I’m used to—this is the quiet that lets your thoughts breathe, lets the things you’ve been running from catch up to you. I find myself thinking about the version of me that was almost married, almost settled, almost happy. And I think about the version of me that left, the one who chose to walk away even when it felt like I was tearing something open inside myself. That version of me feels distant, like a stranger I’m not ready to meet again.

But here’s the thing I’ve realized about new places and smart, loving people: they don’t need you to be fixed. They just need you to show up. And that’s what I’m learning to do, slowly. To be here, even when I feel out of place. To let their kindness wrap around me even when I think I don’t deserve it.

This is what healing looks like, I think. Not a grand revelation or some neatly tied-up resolution. Just this—the quiet choice to stay, to sit with the mess inside you, and to trust that one day, the ache will fade. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll find my place in the light again.

For now, I’m learning to love the in-between. The space where I’m still figuring things out, still feeling the weight of what was, but also learning to open up to what could be. And there’s something beautiful in that, too. Not in the perfection of it, but in the rawness. The truth of starting over.

[lamnwar]

Hi hi👋🏾 I love your work very much and I'm not sure if I'm late, I just saw your post about opening requests. I was wondering if I could make a request about Aomine.

It's perfectly fine if you don't want to, but if you do consider doing it could it be about a chubby reader(no specific traits like blushing, because I don't got that ability). Like they both knew each other before had and hurl sarcasm at each other constantly, but they have lowdown time too sometimes (like relaxing on the roof or some activity they both like.

Reader sometimes compares herself to Momoi because she definitely makes herself known when in a room and wonders if she's good enough to catch Aomine's eyes but he thought they were maybe together because of their interactions.

I know that's alot but bare with me please 💀

I hope that your doing well and wish you happiness always💞

Hellooooo 💕 omg I know I took way to long for this but believe me, I loved that request a lot bc I'm such a hoe for friends to lovers with Daiki 😭 I hope you enjoy it!!

It's you, dummy // Aomine Daiki x Fem! Reader

Context: in which you're in complete denial on your feelings for your best friend Daiki.

Warnings: fluff <3, university au!, language I guess?, reader is in denial and it can be a bit unsufferable but bear with it plsss it's worth it, I promise 🤭

“You’re gonna pay me lunch today or what?”

You turn around, unable to restrain the laugh bubbling in your throat.

“Go to hell, Daiki” you reply as you keep on walking in the crowded hallways of your university.

You hear the giant boy grumble, fussing like a spoiled child who for the first time in his life, has been denied something. It’s amusing, how you get him to behave like that, breaking the reputation of cool guy he’s built for himself on the campus. It’s a talent of sorts, you like to pride yourself. For the whole time that you’ve known each other, you know for a fact that any façade he puts up is just a mirror of smoke to you. As hard as he tries, Daiki will always remain your giant dumbass of a friend. And staying in character, he follows you, still not willing to rest his case and take a defeat. You sigh, not bothering from stopping for him – it’s pointless, anyway, because when Daiki has something in mind, it’s hard to get him to change it. And he is adamant in having you invite him for a meal.

“You owe me one, pretty girl” he says as soon as he’s caught up to you.

“Do I now?”

“You absolutely do!”

You roll your eyes, pretty much in disagreement with him. As far as you’re concerned, you don’t owe him anything – not that you’d be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki. But he clearly believes in his own truth since he’s still following you.

“Shouldn’t you be on your way to your next class anyways?” you ask as you take a quick look at your watch, “I’m done for the day, but you can’t say that much.”

“I don’t give a fuck about my class, I want to have lunch with you.”

Your expression may remain unphased by his words, but you notice the way your heartbeat takes off. It does every time he says this kind of things to you when he’s unknowingly being confusing to your poor little heart. You may be in denial, though you refuse to think about it too much, afraid of what it may reveal of you. But you can’t help the warmth that invades you when these words come out of him. So, you try, as hard as possibly can, to shake these feelings and thoughts away.

“You’re failing most of your classes, dummy, so please” you sigh.

He grunts, trying his hardest to avoid your eyes, knowing that he can’t refuse them anything that they plead for. He resists as long as he’s strong enough to, but by the way his lips fold in a slight pout, you know that he’s admitting defeat.

“Why d’you always get me to do the right thing, huh?” he grumbles as a soft chuckle comes out of your lips.

You raise your shoulders, feigning ignorance; truth be told, you’ve always been his moral compass so if you were to incite him to do anything remotely wrong, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. You come close, giving him a half hug in an attempt to lift his mood.

“Work hard Daiki, I’ll be waiting for you!”

“You’re not getting away with it” you hear above you as his hand lays on your head. “Be ready at 10 tonight, I’ll come to pick you up.”

You step back, a confused look on your face.

“10? Boy, what are you going to do to me so late in the evening?”

He laughs, pulling you away from his body as he gets himself to go in the direction of the amphitheatre. Something about that cute little confused face of yours is entertaining to him – probably because for once, you are the clueless one. With a last flick on your forehead, he replies:

“Taking you on a night drive. Get the snacks, I’ll handle the drinks.”

And so, you watch him go away before you even get to respond to his invitation – if you can call it that. If anything, he’s imposed a surprise hangout on you, and at a time of the day that isn’t really what you are used to. However, you can’t fool yourself; as tempting as the prospect of lying in bed in your comfiest pj’s with a cup of tea while rewatching your favourite show may be, you know for a fact that you’re looking forward to tonight’s appointment.

*

It embarrasses you to admit that you’ve never been on a night drive before. For one, you cannot drive, and even if you did, this kind of activity is certainly more enjoyable with some company than alone. And you’ve also figured that people in real life don’t do night drives. It’s a fantasy for coming-of-age stories, certainly one of these things that get overly romanticized, so people can feel less bored by their lives. It’s for teenage love stories, an activity that you may be too old for, so it be ridiculous, right, for you to get excited by the idea of going on a night drive with Daiki?

Yet, here you are, ready to go thirty minutes before. You feel nervous, for a reason you can’t figure. Well, you have a theory, but you simply rather ignore it, for it doesn’t make that much sense, all things considered. It still remains that you are standing here, in the middle of your apartment, checking once again if you’ve packed the boy’s favourite snacks and looking at your reflection in your full-length mirror every time you walk by, wanting to look cute for some obscure reason. It’s not like you’d want him to compliment you tonight, right? Even though he does, every time you meet, without exception. But still, despite the frequency of such occurrence, you doubt that it means anything. It’s his teasing, it’s just the way Daiki is.

Daiki, who always calls you pretty girl, especially in public so he can see you struggle to restrain your reaction to these words. Daiki, who is the first one to notice when you change your hair, your makeup, or your nails. Daiki, who sits you on his laps randomly, shushing you before you give him any of that “but I’m too heavy for you” bullshit.

But it wouldn’t make sense, you repeat to yourself, that his actions could hold more meaning than that. Because Daiki, for as long as you’ve known him, has always been that type of guy that is never seen with a girl like you. Especially when you consider that he’s grown up beside Satsuki – your common friend who, before you, had been the one Daiki was following around and decided to randomly hang out with. You’ve met her a couple of times, when she’s come to visit on breaks, and you’ve quickly bonded around the fact that you both wonder why you keep a guy like Daiki around. It's true, you could have both ditched him at some point in your life; he’s lazy, annoying, sometimes confusing and impulsive, despite putting on the front of a cool guy. The thing is, Satsuki is patient and sweet, she’s always taking her time with a smile on her face, laughing away the times he’s being a dumbass. But you, it’s a completely different dynamic. He’s decided from one day to another that you are his new best friend, and ever since, he hasn’t hesitated once to be unsufferable with you. He laughs when you call him a dumbass, and purposely make PDA when you are screaming on all roofs that you hate his guts. He has a picture of you from that awkward phase you went through as a pre-teen plastered on his wall – one that he’s found by stalking your social media like a creep. Daiki gets on your nerves, making you wonder ever so often why, despite everything, you’d still take a bullet with him.

But here you are, in his car with the windows down, the chill air of the night kissing your face as he pretends to dislike the music you’ve put on, though he’s clearly bopping his head along. At this time, most roads are empty, and you see the slight grin on the blue-haired boy’s face when he seizes the occasion to go over the speed limit by a couple of kilometres.

“So… that’s a night drive, huh?” you ask as your eyes wander out the window.

He huffs, slender fingers landing a flick on the side of your head.

“We gotta get out of town first, unless you appreciate the view of rats running on the sidewalks” he explains.

You hum as a response, too embarrassed to admit to you are clueless as to what this night has in reserve for you. After a while, however, it all makes sense to you as you reach the heights, seeing the lights of the city drawing patterns under your eyes. At some point, you even wonder where the stars start and where the city lights stop. It’s all like a painting, and you are just like a kid, watching with fascinated eyes. Daiki's eyes momentarily deviate from the road to lay on you, a soft smile painting his lips at the sight of you with literal stars in your eyes. And then you turn to look at him, mouth slightly agape when you notice that he’s been looking at you like that.

“Get the snacks, I’m starting to get hungry” he says after giving his attention back to the road.

You nod, reaching to get his favourite snack out of your bag, and trying as hard as you can to get the image of him looking at you so fondly out of your mind. The idea of him being so tender is a new concept, something that you refuse to accept as a truth, because if you do, you’ll also have to accept the way it makes you feel.

“Do you want one?” You ask as you try to distract yourself from the direction your thoughts are going.

“Feed me.”

You raise your eyebrows, ogling at him like he’s spewed the most nonsensical thing ever.

“Give me a rest, Daiki.”

“I literally need my two hands to drive.”

“Oh, fuck off! You’ve been driving with one hand all along.”

“Well, you owe me one, remember?”

“Where did you get that from, anyways?” you sigh, persuaded, once again, that you would never be stupid enough to owe anything to Aomine Daiki.

He doesn’t reply; yet, before you get to hit him with a “I knew it”, he leans in to take a bite at the piece of food you have in hand, a shocked look painting your face when his teeth graze the tip of your fingers.

“Wh- what did you do that for?!” you grumble as he grins.

“It just tastes better when it comes from you.”

You fail to find something to reply, brain deep in a fog of confusing feelings. It hurts your mind, all this confusion, and the way he perpetually puts you in this state, not bothered in the slightest. And in these times, you can just sit in silence, fighting with yourself to stop being like that, like a dumb teenager in love for the first time – overthinking everything, blurring lines that shouldn’t be blurred, unable to stop a blooming heart from beating like crazy. But these blue eyes are seeing you; your unusual silence, and your eyes staring at the distance, in search for answers.

After a while, the car stops. You haven’t noticed that you are uphill, near a viewpoint that gives you an unprecedented sight of the city at night. You’re taken out of your thoughts when Daiki’s voice resonates in the car, telling you to get out. And you do, looking around you like a lost puppy, before noticing the blanket laid in front of his car, the drinks and snacks carefully displayed on it. And it occurs to you, at this very instant, that there is something undeniably romantic with the situation.

“You can stand there all you want, but you’d look less stupid sitting next to me” his deep voice nags at you.

“Do you do that with everyone?” you ask as you sit down.

“Huh? Do you mean the night drives?”

You raise your shoulders. You aren’t sure what you really mean by that question, let alone what answer you’re hoping to hear. But it’s easier for you to go along with the way he’s interpreted the question than making a fool of yourself and admitting that you don’t even know what you are asking.

“Not really” he says, opening a bottle for you and himself, “I mean I took Satsuki on a night drive once, but it wasn’t that fun. Girl was snoring after fifteen minutes of driving.”

He scoffs, then takes a gulp. You sit in silence, though your thoughts aren’t so quiet. You feel stupidly jealous, but it’s always Satsuki, isn’t it? She’s been by his side longer, after all.

“I’d imagine you’d enjoy something like that with her, though” you think out loud.

Daiki raises an eyebrow in your direction, not quite sure what you’re implying.

“Satsuki? Eh, she’s cool of course but you know…”

“Why do you always talk about her like that?” you look at him, “she’s literally the best girl out there. She’s pretty, and nice, and she’s so patient with you, it’s sometimes beyond me.”

“Do you expect me to date her?”

The question is so nonchalantly asked, but you can feel your heart tighten in your chest.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did” you reply in all honesty.

You deviate your gaze to the view before you. The lights that you were previously in awe in front of, are now almost blinding.

“What kind of shit is going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?”

His fingers reach to your chin, turning your face in his direction. His usually bored eyes are incredibly serious, for once; it’s almost in contrast with the softness of his touch.

“I wouldn’t date Satsuki in a million years, because I like you” he bluntly declares.

His words ring in your ears like a weird noise, till you finally make sense of them. And at this moment, all your confusion, all your thoughts, all your feelings take flame, setting your entire body and mind on fire.

“You… do?” you manage to voice out.

“Am I not obvious?”

He chuckles, hand living your chin to grab his bottle from which he takes another sip. Your eyes are big, like a deer caught in headlights.

“I figured you were teasing me” you confessed, suddenly realizing how stupid you may sound now that you know what you know.

“There’s that too, but I thought we had a thing going on” he admits, “it’s fun seeing you get all flustered, regardless.”

“So you like me, for real for real?”

“Yeah, dummy, in what language should I speak for you to understand?”

You reply with a hit on his shoulder, before burying your face in your hands. Daiki is really good at making you feel like that, you reflect as you feel weirdly hot despite the chill breeze blowing in your direction.

“Is this a date, then?” you ask.

“Well…” he sighs. “I thought it was but apparently, you didn’t.”

“It’s just that I was missing circumstantial clues and…”

But before you get to justify yourself, Daiki is quick to shush you, grabbing your face once again but with more force this time.

“Listen, we can debate on this the whole night or you can tell me right now how you feel. It’s up to you.”

There’s something new in his tone, something you aren’t used to. He is not playful like he usually is, or irritatingly nonchalant. It’s almost desperate, like not knowing if you reciprocate his feelings is something that he fears. The lights reflect on his skin, enough to let you see the way he looks at you, in need for an answer. And you figure that it’d be torturous to not give him one, even though saying those words would come to admit that you’ve been in denial all along.

“I do like you, Daiki.”

The following seconds are unbearable. You can only wish for a reaction – anything that will assure you that all of this is real. So you wait in pain for him to do something or say something. It starts with his gaze softening, and his grip on your face becoming more of a caress. And then it’s the familiar heat of his body – the one you feel every time he hugs you. And finally, it’s something new, that deep inside you’ve always wanted to experience, although you’ve tried to deny it under false pretence of “irrational thoughts” and “absurd theories”.

Daiki’s lips, sweet and smooth, against yours. A kiss that makes everything you’ve been unsure of a certainty. A kiss to which you reply with all your heart, finally being honest with yourself and with him. It sweeps you away, and you cling to the boy’s chest like you fear that he’ll disappear. But when your lips separate and your eyes meet his, he’s right here. And he has no intention of going elsewhere or be with anyone else.

“Are you going to still call me a dumbass now?” he asks against your lips.

“Oh come on Daiki, doesn’t matter if you’re the love of my life, you’ll always be a dummy.”

“Says the one who had no idea what a night drive was before.”

[fizzyxcustard]

Anything Is Possible (5)

Masterlist of fan fiction

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC TV series)

Pairing: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, brief smut, violence, mild sexual assault references, graphic depictions of being burned alive.

Summary: From the imagine, “Imagine you and Guy are in love but you are to be married to someone else. It feels like everything is keeping you apart."

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After your midnight rendezvous with Guy in the barn, you were anxious. You were half expecting something to happen; maybe be dragged away and put into the stocks for defying orders. Edmund hadn't been to see you at all since your altercation with him, but as far as you knew, all wedding arrangements were still underway.

It was now two days until your wedding....

Your mother arranged through her friend's husband, the guard who had helped you meet with Guy safely, to meet with Gisborne. Plans and schemes were forming in her mind, and Mary, the seamstress, had even insisted that she would help out any way possible.

On the edge of a nearby wood, your mother met with Guy.

"Thank you for letting me see her," he said immediately.

Your mother smiled and nodded her head at Guy. "I've promised myself that I won't let her marry Edmund. Seeing you two in the barn was the thing that made me adamant that I'm going to see this through. She's my child, my youngest, and it's my duty to make sure she's happy. Like all of us around her."

Guy sighed. "She knows that we would both gladly put our lives on the line for her."

"I was compliant with all of this, Gisborne. My husband made this arrangement with Edmund to make sure we were looked after. The money kept flowing to keep us comfortable. And now I detest myself for everything I've put on her shoulders. My friend Mary is trying her hardest to get hold of a poison. If we put it in his drink on the morning of the wedding..."

"But finding him dead before the wedding? Wouldn't that look suspicious?" Guy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not if the poison takes around an hour to work. Mary will be on hand for fittings on the morning, so she can easily get into Edmund's chamber to deliver the poison to his drink."

"If he drops down dead at his own wedding, surely someone will be suspicious of foul play."

"Then I will take responsibility for it," your mother said boldly. "She deserves a happy life. Of all my children, she's the one who has the kindness and compassion I wish the others did. All the others were able to make their own choices, and she hasn't had that. Promise me that you'll take care of her."

"That goes without saying. You know I will. "

Your mother stepped up to Guy and smiled at him. "There was a time like many other people in this town that I didn't like you. But now I see a good side of you, and I can see why she loves you."

Guy gave a lop sided smile as he thought of you. "I wonder why she gives her heart to me as freely as she does. But if there's one thing I know it's that my heart belongs to her in return. I will be honoured to take your daughter's hand in marriage."

*

The night before your wedding to Edmund and you lay awake. Every muscle was tight and rigid. All of the preparations had been going on around you; very little had been done by you, apart from attend regular meetings for dress fittings.

Your mother knocked on your door, holding a mug of fresh camomile tea.

With a smile, you beckoned her in.

There was a twinkle in your mother's eye as she sat down on the bed beside you and offered you the mug as you sat upright. "I have news," she said. "Good news."

"Edmund is dead?"

"Not yet, but he will be. Mary will be conducting his fitting tomorrow, and she has got her hands on a poison which will be in Edmund's system for around half hour to an hour before it takes effect. It'll mean going along with the morning as planned as to not rouse suspicion. You may need to meet him at the alter."

"I understand, Mother. Will Guy be there?"

Your mother couldn't help but smile. The sheer devotion that you two felt toward each other. "Of course he will."

You looked down and sighed. "I don't want him to have to see that. I know the wedding won't be going ahead, but I don't want him to see me in a gown intended for me to be wed to another man."

Your mother took your hand tightly. "Don't you think he understands what's happening? He intends to be there to make sure you are safe, as will I, and Mary, and her husband. We will all be there."

"What if something goes wrong?"

"Nothing will go wrong," a deep voice came. It was an all too familiar voice and it immediately made you grin.

"Guy," you whispered. "You've got to be careful coming out like this."

"Mary's husband is guarding. It was his duty tonight."

You crawled on your bed to the window and smiled at Guy. You drew your hand up his cheek, drowning in his steel blue gaze.

"I shall leave you have your privacy," your mother said, and left the room with a big smile.

Guy jumped in the window and shifted to the bed, leaning over you as the two of your kissed again.

"Will we ever see the day when we can do this as husband and wife?" you asked, stopping and pulling from the kiss.

"We will. I promise," Guy whispered, his lips trailing kisses from your ear, down your jaw and to your lips. Then he trailed from your lips down your neck and throat. He groaned against you, and whispered your name in need and want.

As the two of you climaxed a short while later, and fell down beside each other, you rested your head on Guy's bare chest. "I'll always be yours, Guy. Even if things go wrong tomorrow, I'll never be his."

"Shhh," he cooed. "Have faith that everything will go right."

"I don't want you to have to see me in that dress. It's not my wedding dress for you. I wish you weren't coming."

Guy moved and sat up, your bedsheet pooling in his lap. "Why would I not be there? How can I not be there?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in disbelief at your comment.

"I'm scared something will go wrong," you exclaimed. "The only wedding gown you should ever see me wearing is the one intended for you to remove on our wedding night."

***

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SLEEPING AT LAST: ATLAS I STARTERS (PART I)

a collection of lyrics from the Sleeping At Last album, Atlas I. change & alter as needed.

“Even after everything we’ve seen, we’ve barely caught a glimpse of what it means.”

“The universe began with our eyes closed.”

“Every living thing is in this constant state of unrest.”

“All our love came out of the woodwork.”

“All our strength came out of the woodwork.”

“We only notice light when darkness crashes against it.”

“We find ourselves when we lose everything else.”

“Our mistakes, they were bound to be made.”

“I promise you I’ll keep you safe.”

“Were we broken right from the start?”

“I once knew your father well.”

“No, I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Just live what little life your broken heart can.”

“No one expects you to understand.”

“Darkness exists to make light truly count.”

“The world is brighter than the sun now that you’re here.”

“I’ll give you everything I have.”

“I’ll teach you everything I know.”

“I promise I’ll do better.”

“I will always hold you close, but I will learn to let you go.”

“With every heartbeat I have left, I will defend your every breath.”

“You are loved. You are loved more than you know.”

“Your heart is far too young to realize the unimaginable light you hold inside.”

“You’re enough. You’re enough. You’re enough. I promise you.”

“Try your hardest to leave the past alone.”

“You are so much more than your father’s son.”

“You are so much more than what I’ve become.”

“You inherited a fight that you were born to lose.”

“It’s not your fault. No, it’s not your fault.”

“You remind me of who I could have been, had I been stronger and braver way back then.”

“In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest.”

“We’re leaving our shadows behind us now.”

“Even dust was made to settle, and if we’re made of dust, what makes us any different?”

“I guess we give what we’ve been given.”

“May our stories catch fire, and burn bright enough to catch God’s eye.”

“Space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind.”

“We are infinite as the universe we hold inside.”

“I’ll go anywhere you want.”

“I’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul.”

“All of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life.”

“I thought I’d never find you. I convinced myself that I would never find you.”

“Like a telescope, I will pull you so close, ’til no space lies in between.”

“I was a billion little pieces until you pulled me into focus — astronomy in reverse.”

“I put it out of my mind long enough to call it courage.”

[oldiesstationlover11607]

just read your ‘Welcome to the black parade’ fic and it was amazing! Could you maybe write a part 2? Only if you’re comfortable with that ofc, have a nice day! /gen

Welcome to The Black Parade part 2 - Gerard Way x reader

A/N: thank you for reading my work! And thank you even more to requesting something! I love writing requests because it’s good to challenge myself! I wasn’t sure how to add to the story but I definitely left room for more parts if people want them!

Warnings: death, swearing?, being shot, internal judgement of others, drug overdose mentioned, Frank being annoyingly cute 😭

yes, I know the photo is of Frank but it matches the story so 🤷‍♀️

It didn’t take me long to get changed into the black and silver uniform. It fit tightly against my body extenuating the features I already had. Gerard and the others had waited outside the room while I’d gotten changed and I could hear them whispering harshly. 

“I’m done,” I mumble, pushing back the curtain to see a vast gray landscape and what looked like a city on the horizon. The air smelt like a mixture of a hot, humid summer day and New York City. Don’t ask how I got there. 

“Woah.” I dart my head in the direction of the voice to see Ray punch Frank in the arm and flash him a disapproving look. They both lead the way while we walk towards the city, Mikey trailing behind them. Gerard and I walk a little further back, slower than the others. I look forward but reflect on Gerard’s change of look. His hair is still black, longer than it was when it was white, more scruffy and grown out. I wonder what he looked like before he died or if he chose his image. 

“Technically both,” he speaks, turning to me. I try to hide my shock that he knew what I was thinking. “Sorry. It’s a habit. When I got here I could read people’s minds. I don’t really know how it works but it’s hard to shut off.” I try to smile but being reminded that I’m dead and not on Earth makes it a struggle. 

“It’s okay. You know, you’re really not as scary as I thought you’d be. Other than the skeleton hand.” We finally reach what looks like a parade float and the others climb up on it. Gerard jumps up and offers me a gloved helping hand. 

“Thanks? I promise my hands were normal when I was alive.” We all sit down and the float starts moving in the direction of the city. 

“Wait, so how did you guys die?” I ask. Mikey lets out a sigh, pointing to himself,

“drug overdose.” Ray speaks next. 

“Natural causes.” To this Frank laughs and Ray shoots him a look similar to the one from before. 

“Well I got shot. 13 times.” I feel shock run through my face. “Don’t worry babe, it was 100% my fault. It was 15 years ago anyway.” I nod, trying to not pass judgment. He looked like the type of person to be involved in crime, yet somehow I believed there was more to his story. Yes, he had black gauges in his ears and was covered in tattoos but he seemed kind, almost lighthearted. My mother used to warn me about people like him. I grew up utterly terrified of people covered with tattoos until I actually met some and realized an irrational fear of tattoos was ridiculous. Then I got my own, a little music note on my wrist and a ghost on my thigh. We all turn to look at Gerard to hear his story but he simply shakes his head. His hair jumps across his face as he does this. It somehow looks unclean and pretty at the same time. 

“We don’t talk about how I died. It’s not something I talk about nor ever intend to talk about.” 

“Wait really?” I ask, tilting my head. The leader of this group doesn’t even tell his own death story yet feels like he can be the savior of everyone who comes in here dead. 

Frank scoffs, “The only one who knows other than Gee is Mikey because he was fucking there. But what I really want to know my dear, is how you so kindly hit the grave.” This is when I realize. The moment I try my hardest to reflect on every moment before I woke up here. The deadline of the heart rate machine and the white curtains of what I believe was a hospital room, the sounds and smells of the room. But then it dawns on me. 

I have no idea. 

Gerard rests a hand on my arm with a concerned look plastered on his face. 

“Oh that’s not good,” Ray remarks, clearly noticing Gerard’s reaction. 

“That’s never happened before,” Mikey notes. Gerard grips my arm firmly.

“It’s okay Y/N we’ll figure it out. I’m sure you’ll remember soon it’ll be oka-”

“And if you don’t then consider yourself lucky!” Frank interrupts, a large grin strung across his face. I nod trying to seem calm but really, I’m freaking out. I take a deep breath and put on a brave face as I look out at the city which moves continuously closer as the parade float moves along the infinitely flat ground. I wonder what’s in the city, who lives there. But something tells me it’ll be nothing I can imagine. And that very same feeling tells me that things are gonna change pretty soon. 

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red velvet cake p2 - bf!eddie munson x fem!reader x brother!steve harrington

Summary: You’re discovering limits, and it’s refreshing.  However Eddie and Steve try to figure out what will result in your forgiveness

Warnings: swearing, smoking, tense situations, angst, brother/sister issues, couple issues, let me know if I leave anything out!

Word count: 3.6k

a/n: ITS HERE!  It’s finally here!  Thank you all so much for the love on the first piece, it honestly made my heart grow three times its size!  I hope y’all enjoy this and please, if theres anything y’all would like to see, maybe more olderbrother!steve vs bf!eddie???? MAYBE?  Please let me know!

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              Week one was the hardest week. 

 Hell, the first two days were the hardest if anything.  But week one almost broke you, almost made you cave in.  On the account of having to see Steve every day at home and Eddie every day at school (not to mention everyone else who also witnessed what happened also attending the same school) there was a constant feeling of eyes on you and it felt like drowning.  It was like being out in the middle of Lovers Lake, no boat, no floatation devices, the cold water you were used to every summer stinging instead of relieving the aches in your body.  The water filling your mouth, your lungs, and you stretched your arms as far up as possible as your hands grasped around the liquid.  You were suffocating.

The times you almost gave in to temptation were hard, and left not only you feeling down and out but leaving the boys confused and unsure.  You typically weren’t one to hold grudges, not one to let things continue to build and build, you always wanted things to be resolved in a timely manner.  You knew that that’s what Steve and Eddie would be anticipating.  They were waiting for your return to them and for everything to blow over oh so easy.  That wasn’t the case this time, it couldn’t be.  One night of promised compromise was destroyed as was the cake you had prepped so eagerly.  Not even the red velvet cake could solve all your issues.

Steve almost had you one night when he had knocked on your bedroom door and didn’t wait for an answer.

“Hey, kiddo,” he had said.

You couldn’t help but look at him and this is where he thought he had you.

“I wanted to really apologize for the other night at the party,” he said, you keeping your eyes locked despite how badly you wanted to look away.  “I shouldn’t have done the things I did.”

You blinked a few times in response, your mind raveling around the apology (and honestly a kinda shit one at that).  He didn’t say anything else and just watched you.  He gestured with his hands, a kind of ‘well?’, and raised an eyebrow.  You took a deep breath before leaning over to your bedside table and grabbing your Walkman off it.  When you began to slide the headphones on Steve did a double take.  No reaction?  No comment, from you? 

“Y/n, come on.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, making a confused face and taping your headphones.  Steve crossed his arms and practically stomped his foot in frustration.  “You don’t even have a tape in it!”

Leaning back against your headboard, you tapped your foot despite being able to hear everything Steve continued to say.  His endless rant, many a throwing dramatically of the arms.  Yet you held your own and stared up at the ceiling in your own little world.  Ignoring your brother came second nature so even though you were faced with the situation at hand, it wasn’t so hard to look past him.  Eddie was a whole other store, however.

You’d beat him by grabbing out your bike and leaving earlier than planned for school.  Eddie was typically your ride and when he had shown up to you not at home to Steve telling him you had already left, he floored it.  In the same time you had locked your bike up on the racks, Eddie was peeling into the parking lot, the van looking as if it could tumble over at any second.  You quickly gathered your things and made a beeline for your locker as Eddie stumbled out of the van and shouted after you, which caused Dustin and Mike who were following behind to watch in interest.

“Ten bucks says she talks to him,” Mike said.

“Fifteen says she doesn’t,” Dustin replied.

The boys shook on it and followed in behind Eddie who had squeezed his way through any and every one to catch up to you.  Your locker door hid your face from view but that didn’t stop him from pulling it back further and grinning his cheese of a smile at you.  “Hey, sweetheart.”

In the same fashion as your brother, you looked to him and blinked a few times as your only response.  You never left eye contact as your muscle memory pulled out which notebooks and textbooks required for the first half of the day.  Dustin and Mike watched from a slight distance behind Eddie with eyes locked directly on your face.

“Listen,” Eddie started, leaning against the cold metal.  “I wanted to make up for the party, take you out tonight.  We can go to Benny’s, get your favorite, then I figured we could rent a movie and go back to mine.  Plus Wayne said you could stay the night if you want, since he’ll be working.”

The look you responded with almost sent him back.  Essentially the pure look of disbelief at what you assumed was supposed to be an apology but he left out the biggest piece: the fucking apology.  With another deep breath at his actions, you slammed your locker shut and brushed past him as the bell signaled first period.  Eddie stared after you, face confused and Mike groaned.  Dustin smiled brightly and nudged Mike on his shoulder.

“You owe me fifteen bucks!”

 ●          ●          ●          ●         

 Week two came a little easier but still with its challenges. 

 Steve continued to barge his way into your room and talk about any and everything to grab your attention.  How insane the weekend rush had been at Family Video, how he had attempted to let Robin drive his car – which he might add they did not crash into anything or take out a pedestrian or cyclist – and it was the most terrifying moment in his early adult life, how your parents were going another weekend trip.  At the end of it, it truly wasn’t anything new or anything exciting to expect.  This was his attempt at getting back inside your head and his attempt to break your silence.

You’d never gone this long without talking even though most of your conversations were arguing and bickering.  Not having you tell him to shut up or acknowledging his existence was beginning to become something he wouldn’t be able to look past.  Nancy and Robin had started to notice as well. 

When they had invited you for movie night and you showed up, Steve was there sitting on the couch with a Coke in hand and as if nothing had happened.  He smiled at you and waved shortly which prompted you to look at the others in disbelief and turn around, stomping out and slamming the door behind you.  Nancy rushed out behind you.  “Wait!  Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here!” you snapped.

Nancy rushed down the walkway and grabbed your arm.  “This could be good, this could be fun!”

You whirled around sending Nancy back a step and glared.  “Fun?  Fun?!  Nancy, the bastard smiled at me!  Smiled!  After everything that happened with him and Eddie and I’m just supposed to turn a blind eye?”

She remained quiet, eyes sad and she crossed her arms softly.  You sighed.

“This isn’t against you, Nance… but I just can’t deal with either of them right now.  I wanted it to work out, they didn’t.  I deserve my space.”

Nancy nodded slowly, her eyes not leaving your face.  “If you need anything just call me, okay?  You’re not in this alone just because those two decided to be idiots.”

A twitch of smile crept on your lips and you nodded before walking down the rest of the way and making your retreat home.  When Nancy had returned inside without you, she pulled the “she wasn’t feeling well” card and everyone knew the real reason.  Steve leaned his head in his hand and sunk as far as he could into the couch.  Oh, how he could hope that Eddie was getting the same cold shoulder he was.

With that thought Eddie sat outside of the Harrington house, his own head resting in his hand.  No one had answered the door when he knocked (pounded) on the door and even calling before he left the trailer didn’t end in victory either.  He, too, like his comrade in this fiasco, could only hope Steve was getting the cold shoulder.  Eddie had actually stepped back and given you some time to breathe, four days was definitely enough, right? 

Never ending were the notes in your locker, the flowers left at your windowsill, he even made the attempt to talk to your father which promptly ended with a door in his face and your father making yet another rant about “better boys” you could date.  The thought of your father giving you dating advice almost caused the bile from the other day to return.  Eddie even climbed up on the lunch table a week and half after you had stopped talking to him and yelled an apology in front of the entire student body.  Your heart clenched and hot tears brimmed your waterlines.  All eyes on you and the sudden twist in your stomach sent you swiftly making an exit and leaving Eddie with shoulders slumped in the middle of the lunchroom.  He was hoping that maybe it had just been too much, you weren’t typically one for huge public displays of affection.  When he ran through the doors and out into the hallway, expecting to see you waiting for him, you had already gone and made a beeline out the end of corridor exit.

Currently feeling equal to the idiot he felt like in the cafeteria, he stood up, rustling his pocket for his keys when he heard the familiar clank of metal off by the garage.  He glanced in the direction to spot you standing there, wiping your hands on your jeans.  Your eyes looked up as you began to head for the front door when you caught Eddie staring back at you.  Brown, doe eyes that would pierce your soul every time you looked, your own getting lost in them for days, searched your face and you mustered up everything in you.

Holding your breath, you rushed up the stairs with your house keys in hand as you tried to get the door unlocked quickly all the while Eddie was stumbling over his words.

“Honey, listen I just – I want to talk.  I know you’re upset an-and I know you’re not happy with me right now, not with Steve either, but th-that’s not the point.  The point is-“

“The point is, Eddie,” you breathed, looking to him.  “Neither of you realize how bad that was.  It was awful, not just for me, but everyone.”

Eddie’s breath caught.  At least you were talking to him.

“I can’t tell you how to fix it because, if I’m honest,” you frowned.  “I don’t know if I want it fixed.”

That was a punch in the gut.  His lip trembled ever so much and he shook his head.  “You don’t mean that.”

A click was heard from your lock and you pushed the door open, without so much of a glance back you muttered out.  “I do.”

The door closed behind you and Eddie grabbed up his hair in frustration.  Only one tactic left in the book.

 ●          ●          ●          ●

 “I think it’s a great idea,” Robin shrugged.  “If you two could actually get along for two seconds.”

She yanked the VHS tapes from between the two bickering fools, not willing to have any fumbles with the store product come out of her paycheck. 

“See?  Buckley supports it,” Eddie said, waving his hand towards her.

“I’m not involved in this.”

“Robin doesn’t even know what she’s talking about half of the time,” Steve quipped, causing her to turn back around quickly and purse her lips.  “Okay, I’m involved in this.”

“Well we have to do something,” Eddie said.  “You may get to never lose her cause she’s your sister, but if we don’t fix this, I don’t have ANY chance of winning her back.”

Robin nodded.  “And she’ll hate your guts forever.”

Steve turned his gaze to her, a slanted stare to his face.  “Seriously?”

Slapping her hands against the counter Robin looked Steve directly in his face.  “Seriously.  You both want to fix how she feels, right?”

“Right,” both boys responded.

“And you want to smooth things over so this doesn’t happen again, right?”

They gave each other a glance, looking each other up and down, before back to Robin.

“Yeah, sure.”

“I guess.”

“Perfect!  Then what can you do as a team to fix it?”

Radio silence.  Eddie and Steve looked between each other, waiting for the other to come up with something.  Robin stared at them both before raising her arms in the air and groaning loudly.  “Must I come up with everything!  Ugh, no wonder she doesn’t wanna talk to either of you!”

They both frowned at her before she continued.  “Look, dweebs, I know theres at least a brain cell per each of you.  Put them both together and think!  What did you mess up exactly at the party?”

A collective groan sounded from each boy.  The last thing either of them wanted to do was remember the party, how one thing led to another, and you crying and storming out of the Wheeler house.  The food Nancy had prepared was everywhere.  Soda had soaked into some of the living room carpet and caused the kitchen tile to become sticky with every step you took; you were washing Coke out of places you didn’t know Coke could go.  Mrs. Wheeler and Mr. Wheeler almost lost it when they had returned home to find everyone cleaning up the mess, to which elected them to declare no hangout sessions for a month at their home. 

Steve could remember washing heaps of icing out of his hair, Eddie had pulled cake crumbs from his boxer briefs and –

“That’s it!” they both shouted.  With a quick glance to one another, the two boys rushed out the door. 

Robin watched them nearly topple over each other and she sighed.  “You’re welcome!”

 ●          ●          ●          ●

 “Behave for your brother, please.  And do find something to entertain yourself.  You’ve been… well, sad for the last few weeks.  It really dampens the mood.”

You pressed your lips into a thin smile and breathed heavily through your nostrils.  “Sure, mom.  Thanks.”

“Oh, and Steve was cooking I think in the kitchen,” your dad spoke up.  “Just make sure he doesn’t burn the place down.”

That was a new one for Steve, but happily another place to avoid him.

Your mother grabbed up your purse and your dad shuffled two bags out the front door and you watched them climb into the sedan, waving partially as they pulled out of the drive.  Watching them go, your smile faltered and you slammed the door shut behind you.  Another weekend stuck at home with your persistent and obnoxious brother, another weekend locked away in your room.

Finding solitude in being alone was beginning to become comfortable and you found enjoyment in reconnecting with the little things while still pushing out the thought of the two morons who ruined everything.  You’d already got a head start on the summer reading list for ISU, not entirely necessary, but found your time well taken up with finishing each book.  Rearranging your room brought a new look to your mundane every day and just like everything else, pushed every single thought into the back of your mind.  Things were normal, peaceful, things were quiet and –

“Y/n!”

You yelped at the loud rap against the bedroom door and felt every nerve ending light up like a Christmas tree.  Your face burned red and you groaned.  “Go away, Steve!”

            The knocking against the door continued, no pauses, no hesitation.  A persistent strain of knocking that was soon giving you a headache.  Pulling your hair up, ready to knock your brother into a different dimension, you yelled as you approached the shaking white frame. 

            “Steven Harrington, if you don’t stop bashing your fists onto my door I swear to God I’ll-“

            You stopped as soon as you had full view with the door open, not only Steve staring back at you but Eddie just an inch behind him.  Your chest tightened, panic setting in, before you cleared your throat and crossed your arms, a sign of defiance.  “What are you doing here?  And with my brother?  Don’t you hate each other?”

            Eddie scratched the back of his head awkwardly, looking between you and Steve.  “Hate is a strong word.  Maybe, I dunno, strongly dislike on occasion.”

            “Exactly,” Steve agreed, his arms crossed back in a mockingish way.  “Strongly dislike.”

            Your eyebrows bunched together and you grimaced slightly.  “This is weird.  What did you do?”

            The older boys glanced between each other and Eddie held his hand out.  “We can show you.”

            Hesitating.  They could see it all over your face, your body language.  You were nervous and unwilling to trust them.  That wouldn’t stop Eddie.  He nudged Steve and your brother nodded, before offering his own hand.  “Please, sis.”

            Sis.  Never in your eighteen years had Steve once called you anything but your name, or some word of insult during one of your regularly scheduled fights.  Despite how much you wanted to pull away, to ignore them still and continue on with no focus on either of them, you offered each one a hand.  The grins on their faces made your stomach flutter not only in nerves but in relief.  What could they have possibly done, together at that, to make up to you what they had done?  There’s no way they shared enough braincells to figure out something on their own.

            Steve led you down the steps carefully, Eddie trailing behind you.  He had one hand in yours and the other was ghosting against your lower back as a guide.  He didn’t want to push you too far, but it was a sign he was ready, once more, to catch you if you fall.

            “Alright, big guy, you know what to do.”

            You raised an eyebrow at Steve before Eddie slipped his hands over your eyes and you squeezed your brothers hand hard in yours.  “What are you doing?”

            “Just trust us,” Eddie murmured next to your ear, causing chills to race down your spine.

            “We gotcha,” Steve added and grabbed your other free hand now, leading you along.

            You could tell by the sound of your footsteps that you had changed from the plush of the living carpet to the cool sensation of tiled kitchen floors.  There were a mix of smells, ranging from sweet to burnt, and when you stepped in a puddle on the floor you gripped Steve’s hands hard.  You heard him let out a soft ‘ow’.  “Sorry, I’m just stepping in things I can’t see and it’s kinda freaking me out.”

            “It’s fine, it’s all good,” Steve said.  “Are you ready?”

            “Ready?” you said, but it came out more in a questioning tone.

            “3, 2, 1,” Eddie counted down and you blinked softly at the light now drowning your line of sight.  You glanced around the kitchen, noticing the sink full of dishes, splatters of what you assumed was milk and water strewn on the counters, and a carton of eggs sitting half open with the cracked few that were used lying next to it.  Your eyes trailed the mess, another snippy comment ready to present, when your eyes landed on it.  In front of you was a three layer red velvet cake, with cream cheese icing.

            Sprawled in hasty letters across the top wrote out “We’re Sorry”.  You couldn’t remove your gaze from the dessert in front of you and your cheeks began to burn.  The icing wasn’t as thick as yours, dripping down the sides and onto the plate and seeping onto the counter.  The layers were off centered and a chunk from the back of the cake was already gone with no doubt one of the two attempted a slice for good measure.

            “We know it’s not as good as yours,” Steve started.

            “Definitely not as good,” Eddie added.

            “But,” Steve sighed.  “We really fucked up.  You’re probably still upset but we couldn’t think of what else to do, if I’m honest.”

            You dragged a finger along the icing of the cake, both boys watching intently.

            “Nancy gave us some instructions and we tried to make it as perfect as yours,” Eddie said.

            “Which again, doesn’t even come close,” Steve responded.

            “But we love you, Y/n,” Eddie chimed, coming around slightly to get a look at your expression.  “We love you, we’re idiots, and we’re so, so sorry, sweetheart.”

            Steve nodded, coming around at your other side.  “Could you find it to forgive us?  And we’re going to work on our relationship.”

            “We are?”

            A loud thump to Eddie’s head and he winced.  “Yeah, yeah, we are.  Promise, angel.”

            Bringing the swipe of icing to your mouth, you sucked the contents off slowly.  Steve waited patiently, Eddie couldn’t stop watching the way your mouth worked.  Once you had finished trying the icing, you took a deep breath and a smile lit up your face.  “Definitely not as good as mine.  Want me to make you both one?”

            They stared wide eye, their own smiles creeping up and you turned to face them, your arms now crossed in a sense of comfort as you could finally breathe again. 

            “Apology accepted.”

[witchie-writings]

I love your blog sm❤️ I love your Halo hcs they are the best and You’re like one of the only blogs that has written for the bayverse Megatron and for that, I think you amazing🥹 Whenever you feel like it, do you think you could write more bayverse megatron x reader? Absolutely no pressure and take all the time you need❤️

YOU

Take my heart. Bayverse Megatron is one of my favorite versions, so it’s nice to see someone request more HCs for him! (Well, I guess I’m writing again lmfao) I will admit, my views on him have kind of changed, so these might be different from the first set of headcanons I wrote.

Trigger warning for abuse.

During the war, Megatron could only see the blinding promise of power. He craved it like it was the energon that flowed through his inner pipe-lines, but… admittedly, despite his never-ending rampage for his next fix for absolute control, he does have an inner weakness that he’d rather die than reveal to those that serve him: his S/O.

His S/O would struggle with this version of Megatron. He was undoubtedly ruthless, far more than any other version of Megatron, and this extends partially to them. He can be abusive, both physically and verbally, and depending on how his emotions festered within him that day dictates how bad it can get. It’s agonizing, oh painfully so. I would never blame S/O if they one day decide to abandon the cause, for any sliver of the Megatron they once knew was seemingly gone.

Oh but that wasn’t the case. Despite all the things he does, his spark mourns for the times before the war, before the Fallen had entered his processor and twisted his mind into shattered pieces. There will be times that his spark breaks through, temporarily silencing the raging thoughts that echoed inside his helm, and this is where he shows weakness. He knows all of the things he’s done and how he’s hurt his S/O, and so, his care is so tender, so genuine. His digits would grace over his S/O’s platings with the utmost care, even as they trembled violently - the emotions boiled within Megatron, oh Primus, what has he done to them? 

During these soft moments, he orders the other Cons that he and his S/O are not to be disturbed, any sign of disobedience will be immediately punished with a torturous death. 

His S/O would be pampered beyond belief while his spark shines through. He shows his love through acts of service, whatever they need him to do, Megatron would do it without any question or hesitation. The only thing he has slight reluctance to is cuddling. His body was mangled and mutilated into a twisted version of his previous self, sharpened blades and riddled with cracks of silver. It’ll take coaxing, but he’ll cave, and he’d melt if his S/O would give him words of affirmation - he needs it, he desperately does.

Whenever he falls back into his tyrannical mindset, it’s painfully hard to suddenly switch back to how it was before his spark broke control. He acts the same as how he was before, but it’s as though part of him has softened. Megatron’s processor despises this feeling and will take it to his late grave, but he feels strangely at peace, a sense of tranquility he never knew could feel so alluring amongst the calamity of war. It makes him feel weak, and he loathes it, wishing to rip apart his frame just to claw out this specific feeling. But he can’t, and now whenever he tries to be the ruthless tyrant towards his S/O, his inner workings shatter. He can’t reveal this weakness, no, he can’t, if he could barely handle himself causing pain to them, then how would he even handle the other Decepticons tormenting, torturing, or even killing his S/O?

No, he won’t let it happen. He would try his hardest to show how much he ‘hates’ his S/O, and that they were a fool to ever believe that things could go back the way it came. But he can feel the anguish brewing. How he so desperately wished things could go back to the way they were.