#im kinda proud of the tears as well as the flames

[sad-leon]

saw some people making art involving the eclipse and thought that would be fun to do

it was :D

[mizunetzu]

May I request something anything fluffy with male reader with Sero and/or Kenma if u want to od just one of them pls Sero im desperate for him QAQ

Okokokso I was GONNA do drabbles, but I kinda went a little over board with them, so they’re kinda mini fics?? Like they aren’t as long as my usual fics but it’s longer that what people call a Drabble? I’m def proud of them so pls pls enjoy

Seros is under the cut, and kenmas is under seros !

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Sero x reader - Interesting

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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First days of school were always kinda rough.

No one knew anyone, nor what anyone’s quirk was. You had power until someone found out you had a stupid quirk-or no quirk at all. It was an unfair hierarchy yet to be overthrown.

“Ne ne-Mina-Chan, right?” A soft spoken, (h/c) boy piped up as he walked towards Minas seat. Even if he was on the softer side, that wouldn’t stop him from making a friend or two.

Mina chuckled and gave (y/n) a short, animated, description of her quirk. It was acid apparently, and had nothing to do with her looks.

Sero absentmindedly followed (y/n) around the classroom as he asked people what their quirk was. He was hoping he’d miss him. He didn’t want someone to comment on how he got into the hero course with a boring quirk like hi-

“You’re Sero-kun, right?”

Seros blood ran cold. He shifted in his seat to face the boy standing beside him, arms resting on the back of his chair. He was awfully close, and his hard, but soft gaze seemed to make him melt into his seat. He didn’t know why though. It was probably due to the fact that he was about to disappoint him with his quirk.

“Yeah...that’s me alright. What can I do you for?” Sero jabbed a fist into his chest, trying to seem as cool as possible to make up for everything else. (Y/n) smiled.

“I was wondering, since I saw something kinda bulking out of your elbow sleeves. What’s you quirk, Sero-Chan?”

Damn, already with the ‘Chan’? The black haired boy gulped and pulled up his sleeve. “Well-I can shoot tape out of my elbows. It’s nothing interesting, I know...I’ve heard it plenty of times...”

Sero ripped a small piece of tape off from his elbows, and stuck it onto (y/n’s) blazer. He hadn’t met his eyes yet, fully expecting him to be disappointed or underwhelmed. Instead, he felt a finger lift his chin up to face the boy standing in front of him.

“I think your plenty interesting, Sero-chan.”

It was only now that Sero seemed to notice how the morning, sleepy light flooded into the classroom, making (y/n) glisten and glow like an angel infront of him. His finger was still on his chin, but he was harboring a soft, clad smile, full of genuine interest and kindness.

The raven haired boy broke out from his trance when (y/n) peeled off the tape from his button up and stuck it tentatively onto Seros nose. He flinched slightly, before his cheeks burned a pinkish color and (y/n) ruffled his soft, black hair.

“I’ll see you later, yeah? Let’s eat lunch together.” And with that, (y/n) walked away, probably to ask the boy with the glasses what his quirk was. Or maybe the girl with the earphone jack ears.

Sero knew that he were probably just being nice, but he couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit special. He felt the genuine admiration flow from his voice as he smiled warmly at him, and complimented him.

He peeled the piece of white tape from his nose, holding it close to his face for a long minute. He chose to ignore the pounding, fluttery feeling in his chest as he stuck the piece of tape onto the edge of his table.

That single, offhanded compliment was how the ever-plain, flushed, Sero hanta, became hooked.

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Kenma x reader - I Like You

⚠️warnings - weepy kenma, none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Quiet was always kinda nice, especially for Kenma. Not so much (y/n) though.

Kenma sat propped up against his pillow, playing on his tv with the controller resting on his lap. (Y/n) sat across from him, sprawled out on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. When Kenma said he wanted (y/n) to come over, he expected them to yknow...actually hangout together.

After another minute of deafening silence, with the occasional ring of kenmas video game, (y/n) decided he could take no more. He wanted cuddles, damnit.

“...say, Kenma,” (y/n) heard a pause chime in Kenmas game, taking that as his cue to continue.

“Do you love me?”

There was more silence, before the pudding head looked away bashfully. “Mm...you already know it, right....”

“Well...yes,” (y/n) looked at Kenma, holding a neutral expression. “But I wanna hear your say it.”

There was more silence, before (y/n) took matters into his own hands. He hoisted Kenmas arm up, earning a small yelp, and crawled on top of him, holding his own body weight with his arms as to not crush his boyfriend. He then tucked his arms in between both their chests nimbly once he knew both of them were comfortable.

(Y/n) forced Kenma to look at him, but he shifted his head to the side, slightly whipping his hair onto the boys face. Kenmas hands, having discarded the game controller long ago, brought his hands to wrap around the boys torso in front of him, even if he wasn’t looking at him. (Y/n) eyed his arms gently.

“Y’know...with physical body language and stuff, you have proof you’re liked,” Kenma held his head to the side, but he listened intently at his boyfriends soft words. “It’s super easy to understand.”

“It can be convenient at times, but you can also immediately understand people’s change of feelings. It’s very scary.”

(Y/n) laid his head on Kenmas shoulder, humming quietly before going on with his rant. “But-I told you countless times that I like you properly.”

Kenmas blush deepened with everytime he recalled (y/n) randomly professing his love for him, whether it be on the court, smiling and dicking around like an idiot, or more calmly when he’s walking home with him and Kuroo.

(Y/n) lifted his head to look at Kenma with a heart wrenching smile.

“I do that, because saying ‘I like you’ to the guy I like, makes me super happy!”

He untucked an arm from underneath him and touched Kenmas face scarcely. “Don’t you think that?”

Kenma finally faced (y/n), gripping the arm holding his cheek with furrowed brows and a blush. While he did face (y/n), he didn’t look at him, opting to take interest in a patch of dust just outside his window.

They stayed like that for awhile, until Kenma brought his gaze up the the boy on top of him, who was look at him patiently, with soft, kind eyes.

“I...” Kenmas flushed face couldn’t be any redder. “I like you...”

Kenma kept repeating those words, in various ways such as “I like you so much” or “I..I like you, (y/n)”. He kept at it until his mouth ran dry, all the moisture draining and expelling itself in the form of tears brinking at the corners of his eyes. They taunted him like flames licking at the corners of his pretty face, threatening to spill, if Kenmas throat had not closed up and let him say “I like you” one more time.

Panic hit (y/n) like a truck as he spazzed out on top of his weepy boyfriend. “A-ah! Wait no no no no-I didn’t mean that I was like-mad at you or anything! I was just ranting and stuff oh god-“

He wrapped his arms around kenmas neck, nuzzing into his side with tears forming in his own eyes. “Kenmaaaaa, aaaah Kenma-chan I’m shooo showwyyy!”

Kenma dried his eyes. It was silent again, with the sound of sniffles echoing across the quiet room. Kenma shifted once more, to face his boyfriend, and wrap his arms around him, forgetting about his game or his tear stained face entirely.

“Tears make me tired...” he mumbled, drawing the boy closer. “I want cuddles.”

(Y/n), now happy again, obliged and wrapped his arms and legs around him. The quiet background music of kenmas game played in a non irritating loop, eventually lulling the two boys to sleep.

Hm. I guess (y/n) got his cuddles after all.

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[leiasfanaccount648]

I’m So Sorry

Keigo Takami [Hawks] x Fem!Reader

Request from Anon: Hello i am new to your account, and i think it's great. Im a hawks simp so you might get more requests of him if thats okay lol. Uhm can my first request be a hawks x fem reader angst, if you write that and uh can it be an imagine where he gets mad at her and ends up hurting her, angst with happy ending? .i hope that is okay but its up to u. Thank youuu!!

A/N: Thank you again so much for your request! I hope you don’t mind, but I did change this up a little bit. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings/Contains: Angst, this takes place during/after the last two episodes of season 4 so slight manga spoilers? (I haven’t read much so this is mostly just hypothetical speculation from what I have read), cursing, argument, reader being shoved by Keigo.

Word Count: 2031

He knew it was risky, but then again, what else was he supposed to do? He had no other option. He had to be careful on how he went about this, as anyone could be watching or listening. Hell, for all he knew someone already knew of what he was planning to do or already done and was waiting for the perfect moment to chance to blackmail him.

However, he couldn’t think of that right now. He had to focus on what his plans were. If one thing went wrong or was out of place, it could sabotage everything.

“Keigo?”

The winged man flinched slightly as he heard his name being called out so suddenly. He had been so lost in thought that he had stopped eating the dinner that his girlfriend prepared for him. Keigo looked up at her, blinking to get rid of any possible look he had in his eyes that could worry her.

“Hm? What is it, baby?”

“Are you okay? You kinda spaced out there.”

(Y/N) let out a chuckle, finding it a little funny how her boyfriend would sometimes focus on the smallest things. She didn’t find it out of the ordinary, but she did find it odd that something other than herself managed to tear Keigo away from the precious chicken parmesan you made him. As he replied to her, part of her began to take notice how out of place he seemed to be every now and then over the last few weeks; this was just the first time she had taken the time to ask him about it.

“Oh,” Keigo laughed along with her, nodding his head. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just thinking about work is all.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” (Y/N) took a bite from the food on her plate, her tone being very easy going as it was obvious to her boyfriend that he didn’t have to tell her, but she was still there to listen if he needed her. At the same time, she wanted to know in case something was seriously wrong. He was a pro hero after all, and that job comes with many risks.

“No, it’s alright. A certain case has just been in my mind after hearing about it today.” Keigo took a bite of the chicken, humming in satisfaction at the taste. He swore he would never get tired of his girlfriend’s cooking. “Dinner’s great, by the way. Thank you for making it.” He smiled, knowing that he changed the subject smoothly enough to make both of them move on from the previous topic.

(Y/N) proceeded to thank him, going on to say that she had to run to the store at the last minute to get an ingredient that they didn’t have in the kitchen. Of course, Keigo’s thoughts remained elsewhere while his eyes were trained on the one he loved.

The next morning, Keigo had gotten up a little bit earlier than usual before leaving for work. Granted, he did have to make a stop first before the hero rankings happened later that day.

Keigo had arrived at the warehouse first, looking around the building to make sure no one could possibly see him before walking inside.

“About time you got here.”

Keigo had barely taken 3 steps inside before he heard the voice. Even if he had expected it, he still pulled out one of his longest and sharpest feathers and pointed it in the direction he heard it in. He kept the hard glare on his face as he stared at the man. “You should be more careful about keeping yourself out of sight, Dabi.”

The man chuckled, obviously sarcastic as he shrugged his shoulders while his hands rested in his pockets. “Please, if anyone else stumbled across this place I would have taken care of them without you even knowing.” He smirked slightly, almost making Keigo question whether or not Dabi really had done that before he arrived.

Either way, he rolled his eyes and lowered the feather in his hand. They had work to do soon that could not be treated nicely. “Let’s just finalize the details and get this over and done with, shall we?”

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Keigo smiled to himself, proud of the fact that he managed to bring Endeavor to his hometown of Fukuoka just like he planned. Now, all that was left to do was seal the deal and wait for everything to go down the next day, or so he had thought.

He and Endeavor were eating lunch to discuss all that was going on when it happened, and part of Keigo was annoyed at himself for thinking that it would happen this way. Nevertheless, he and Endeavor fought the Nomu that Dabi and himself had planned for in hopes that everything would turn out like the plan originally intended to go.

It was a hard fight, one that even he didn’t expect to go the way it did. Of course, he couldn’t focus on that factor for long, as he still had a job to do. Sadly, it fell short as Endeavor had won the battle against the Nomu. Even though he was hoping for the end of Endeavor like Dabi was, he couldn’t help but admire the pro for always trying to get to the number one spot.

Endeavor always kept trying to get there unlike others who simply stood by thinking it was impossible. Keigo strived to be like that too, even if he claimed to want a lower hero ranking. He wanted to be able to create a laidback world so that heroes didn’t have to work so hard all the time, and he would do anything in order to do so. Including killing the man who had inspired him.

While he was upset about the plan not going the way he had hoped, and the fact that Dabi had acted without telling him, Keigo couldn’t help but feel stressed due to the fact that everything he had done in order to pull this off was now a waste. And he had no idea when he would be able to get another chance like this again.

He managed to reason with Dabi so that they could come up with another plan to end the current number one hero later in time, but for now, all he wanted to do was go home and relax in attempt to get rid of the pounding in his head and aches in his body from the fight he had.

The moment Keigo stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him, (Y/N) made her way to the door to greet him, walking faster than usual. She knew that he was okay, as he had called her shortly before meeting with Dabi to let her know, but worry was still written all over her face.

“Keigo,” (Y/N)’s hands raised to her mouth as she noticed that most of his wings were gone after the fight. Even if they would grow back over the course of a couple days, it was still an unusual sight to see from her boyfriend. “Your wings.” She stepped towards him again, reaching out to hold his cheek so he’d look her in the eye.

Instead, Keigo moved her hand away before she could touch him and took off his coat followed by his shoes. “I’m fine, (Y/N).”

The tone in his voice was one (Y/N) knew all too well: stress. “You’re not, and we both know it.”

Keigo didn’t say a word and simply walked past her to the kitchen. He reached into one cabinet and grabbed a glass, then into another to grab a bottle of gin and seltzer water. (Y/N) followed him, choosing her words carefully. “You don’t have to tell me what’s on your mind, whether you do or not. But please tell me how I can help you.”

“You can be quiet, that’s how you can help.”

(Y/N) eyed him, part of her hurt from his words and part of her annoyed. “Excuse me?” “You may say that you can help, but right now, all I need from you is silence and to leave me alone.” Kiego’s back faced her while he spoke, making the cocktail that he decided on. He turned around and took a big sip; he took in the expression she now wore herself.

“What on earth happened to make you start acting like this?” (Y/N) took a step forward, still hoping that she could figure out what was actually going on. There was definitely a reason as to why he acted so different compared to the way he did after a hard day at work, so what caused it?

“What do you want me to say when I come home from work, (Y/N)? That everything was all fine and dandy? No crime happened throughout the city? The district? The country?” He let out a short yet sarcastic laugh. “Well guess what sweetheart? That just isn’t the case, is it?” He took another swig of his drink before setting it down on the counter.

(Y/N) held back from sounding so harsh, becoming more and more ticked off as her boyfriend dodged question after question thrown at him. “Keigo, please,” she stepped forward, reaching out to him again. “Just answer my question so I can help you.”

Keigo eyed her as she got close, her words starting to get to him. He was a hero, so he should be helping other people, not the other way around. But, with his plans in flames from Dabi, the world he was hoping for was now even further out of his reach.

He stepped away to walk out of the kitchen, mumbling under his breath. “I’m going to get a shower.”

(Y/N) trailed after him, putting a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to stop him as Keigo began to step into the hallway. “No, you’re not.” It was then that Keigo would turn to regret everything.

“I told you to leave me alone!”

In less than a second, Keigo turned around to move (Y/N)’s hand off of him, but in the process of doing so, he accidentally put too much strength into his movements and slammed (Y/N) into the cabinets next to her with just his arm.

(Y/N) lost her breath as well as her footing from hitting the wood so hard and fell to the floor. She hesitantly looked up at her boyfriend, seeing as he was now glaring harsher at her with his teeth slightly bared. She could almost feel the anger now radiating off of him, and she was terrified.

The realization of what Keigo had just done sunk in mere seconds after it happened. He felt his heart drop at the sight of the one he loved on the ground from his actions, now scared of him and what he would possibly do to her next. “(Y/N),” was all he could get out.

“No, don’t.” (Y/N) moved back on the floor as best as she could in her scared state. She eventually stood up, backing up away from him while her arms wrapped around herself. “If you’re going to act like this, then I’m going to leave before you do anything worse.”

Keigo couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes, instead staring at the floor. He didn’t even move when (Y/N) walked past him with tears in her eyes. He could hear her grab her keys and put on her shoes before leaving, slamming the door for good measure.

Keigo didn’t try running after her, instead raising a hand to grip his hair tightly and leaning against the doorway of the kitchen. “Fuck.” This all happened because of him and his selfish actions, and there was no other way to look at the situation. “I’m sorry.”

He knew that one simple apology wasn’t going to solve anything, but then again he didn’t know what he could do to turn this around. He grit his teeth and his other hand hit the wall beside him. “I’m so sorry.”

[bbhyeoliskooks]

・●○ 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ○●・

According to Yeonjun, the two of you can only stay as friends with benefits. 

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Pairing: Yeonjun x Reader (gender-neutral)

Genre: 3 cups of angst and two sprinkles of fluff !

Warnings: A bit of cursing, a BIT sexual (hickies and all?), passing out

Song: Stay

(Ooh, this one was fun and interesting to write !! Although, it kinda hurt a little bit, if I do say so for myself. Also, should I write Soobin’s pov? I think it would be quite interesting as I have just gained a few ideas.)

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“Good morning, gorgeous~”

You were met to a comforting sight in the early dawn of Yeonjun delicately cupping your cheek. Once he noticed that you were awake, he sweetly placed a blissful kiss against your forehead while you relished in the feeling of your love seemingly being returned. You wanted to live in this moment forever, here in his arms just because this was the only way you would know his love was there. 

He, himself was irreplaceable... no other person made you feel like this in the last 10 years since meeting him. 

Like a pair, he was the flame while you were the candle. He was the Christmas mug, and you were the scorching hot chocolate. He was the heavy bricks while you were the strong rooftop. There were so many things that you could compare but in all of those examples, you needed him- easily more than he needed you. 

The other thing that you could complain about though, or in this relationship with him was the label.

Friends with benefits.

It was extremely cliche that you wanted to choke from how spot on it was. One had feelings for the other while one didn't, inevitably breaking their heart or admitting that they had the same problem. The only thing about it was that you were sure that he didn't... well, love you back.

It seemed that shutting your mouth was the best option in this mess. 

Effortlessly you could say to anyone who wondered that he was just your best friend. However there were so many things to keep in the dark. If you could name a few it would be hiding your tears whenever he left those passionate marks on your neck, letting his name roll out endlessly whenever he hit the right spot, and even telling you that he loves you while you incoherently mumbled in ecstasy that you felt the same way too...

He said that he loved you, that’s all you’ve wanted all this time! He loves you, so... why are you extremely greedy to reach for so much more?

The reason was simple.

It just... isn’t like that.

Sure he gifted you feelings that no other boy could give you, but this was only in a beneficial way.

He wanted sex, you wanted love.

There was a clear difference on so many levels that left your mental state shattered, not to mention the love you had built up for him. 

Every single week this happened, you had to take it, or else you reckoned that your friendship with Yeonjun would be irreparably destroyed.

Confusion drew over you each time when he acted like he was in love with you. That was the one time where the two of you were alone... and the first time he took you to heaven.

Perhaps you went wrong with hiding one day, being much too obvious in front of him. You figured out that he found out that you loved him and slowly took advantage of it, telling you things you wanted to hear whenever he wanted something. 

Maybe it was the way his eyes lit up whenever he saw you, which you simply thought he um- liked you, but it seemed that it obviously wasn’t the case. 

You shook off all of those negative thoughts, trying to focus on the good things that were coming at the moment. 

“Hey, can I ask you a question? It isn’t that bad, if you’re worried.”

Yeonjun let out a low hum in his chest to show that he was listening. He drew little yet gentle circles on your shoulder that had you swooning from inside. You closed your eyes to forbid yourself from melting into his touch, knowing that your thought process would be cut off if you sunk further down. 

You breathed in deeply. “W-will you eat breakfast with me today? I mean, I just figured that-” the sound of the fumbling sheets snapped you out of your little daze and you shot up, panic setting in your nerves again.

No, no! He can’t leave! Everything was so perfect!

He arose from his spot on the warm bed, unintentionally- or purposefully extracting out your heart in his warm hands. You jumped out as well, immediately interlocking your hands with his. 

“Wait, Yeonjun! You’re not going to stay?” 

Oh, wow...

I guess that hit a sensitive nerve. You watched as he stopped dead in his tracks right next to the door frame. It seemed that he did not want to face the courage to look at you in the eye this time.

“I told you this over and over again, Y/N. I can’t, okay? How many times do I have to repeat it for you?” His voice was disturbingly calm, causing your heart to squeeze distressingly in your chest. He isn’t being serious, no way in hell he’s being serious when he told you he loved you... that he loved you so damn much.

Tears gathered in your eyes, no strength left in your body to hide them. 

Silly you for actually thinking that he would actually stay, right? What a funny joke you so desperately wanted to laugh about.

You shuffled to turn on the other side where Yeonjun used to lay. Your fingertips grazed the hickies he had left on your neck. They stung a little bit but it didn’t amount to how much pain you were dealing with inside. What good would it do now if he kept marking you and calling you “his” if he didn’t even fucking love you?

You felt that the air in your lungs was constricted, barely managing to choke out a few, strained words.

“Y-yeah! I guess so... Goodbye, Jun.”

He didn’t say anything, only letting out a deep sigh of somewhat a relief. You realized then that you were holding onto his hand when he harshly pulled his hand away from you.

You stumbled back helplessly, desiring time- just time to say the things you needed to relinquish. His name kept tumbling out of your mouth, slowly gaining volume but still with all your might, he couldn't hear you. Couldn’t hear the desperation coated from your broken heart below, or how much you needed him to be with you.

Perhaps, he chose not to after you subtly asked him to stay with you, wrapped in your arms where the two of you could foolishly giggle in your bed all day. 

The words of your sore throat came undone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from saying the words which would haunt him forever.

“You said that you loved me last night, so why the fuck am I not good enough?!”

The door to your room slammed shut and you sunk into the burning covers once more, your tears trickling like waterfalls against your swollen cheeks. Your lips were sore from earlier, but you didn’t want to apply any ointment on it right now in fear that you would trip on your own two feet. The information was irrelevant, but he went rough on you for purposefully flirting with Soobin to make him jealous.

It seemed that there wasn’t any light or hope in your body that pined for his touch now, the one that reassured you that he would have the ability to love you like that. It would never happen, you needed to keep telling yourself. Sooner or later, you weren’t going to feel anything for him anymore. You just needed time.

This vessel of pleasure for Yeonjun was the only thing you had, you even knew without him telling you directly. Hell, you didn’t even think that he thought of you as his best friend anymore.

The anger and frustration were barely restrained in your chest, endless reverberating sobs filling the silent house for the first time.

Stupid you for thinking that his body would be enough to fill the empty void he made. Stupid you for kissing his tears away, only to be left alone when he chose not to do the same. Stupid you for always loving... him.

It was excruciating, especially because it was your fault for saying yes. He was  going to be eternally precious to you whether you liked it or not, but you knew that what you had wasn’t enough to make him stay. And yet, it it was just your body, then at least you had one thing to give up, draining you until you couldn’t keep going anymore.

Dark scribbles of pent up hate for yourself clouded your head, and the blinding light rushed towards you, black dots taking over your vision. 

You passed out on the floor, and nobody knew until Soobin checked up on you minutes later that day. 

Little did you know, Yeonjun listened to your desperate cries on the other side, his heart shattering from how much of a coward he was not to tell his best friend that he couldn't love you back no matter how much he tried. 

10 years of friendship and September 24, 2020 was the day your friendship crumbled apart. 

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@unlocktxt , yes i tagged you 😚✌🏽 im proud of this one ~~

@petalskook , i tagged you too 😳 you’ve just been so sweet to me these days, so ive figured why not !?

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Posted: 9/10/20- Added to Queue

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[hakurines]

"Its not gay if he's also you"

Owo (from spookyscaryslasers)

The King dragged his past self through the sewers, taking a tight hold on his arm and constantly looking behind them.

  “Did we lose them?” The pre entity self said, looking worriedly over his shoulder. His encounter with those two women left him… shaken, to say at the least. Thankfully another one of his selves was there to save him, who now currently was guiding him through the dark stinky sewers not so nicely.

  “Come on now! We are almost there!” The king insisted, never ceasing his iron grip on the poor man’s arm. “W-wait up! you’re hurting meeee” The pre entity Herman said, trying to catch up to the other him, one that was touched by the entity. He couldn’t help but still feel afraid, yes, he saved him but… he looked like a monster, the way all that gold covered his face didn’t make him look fancy or elegant, it made him terrifying, was he really going to become like him? Abruptly, the king stopped, making the other bump his head and nose against his back. Rubbing his nose, and slight tears on his eyes, he simply followed the other up a ladder, possibly leading to the surface. The King helped him to his feet, only to realise they were sill at some endless white void, filled with nothing, nothing but the whole leading to those strange sewers and the two Hermans.

“Where are we?” Asked Herman, tidying up his coat and glasses, he came out remarkably clean for being in a sewer. “Don’t worry, follow me, I know a place” the other Herman said as he walked with purpose towards something the other couldn’t seem to see. As they walked, pieces of something started to form, making Herman clean his glasses to make sure he was looking at things right. “Hah, you are really new, aren’t you? You’ve never explored the white void I bet, i mean, that’s why you are reacting like this, correct?” The herman simply swallowed and nodded, feeling nervous.

  “Don’t ask me how any of this works, alright? I don’t know, and honestly? I don’t care.” The pieces came together forming some sort of house, a big one, and rather fancy. The king pulled out from his vest a key, and opened the main door, holding open the door for his more human self. 

  “Welcome” The king simply stated, as he removed his cape and jacket and hanged it on a perch, the other Herman followed, taking off his lab coat. The house was… Nice, really nice, very modern looking, tho a bit too fancy for his likes, it was obvious the king himself adorned this place, filling it with antiques and gold rimmed objects that definitely didn’t need to be. The King guided him to the living room, where with a strong electric shock, the king lit up the chimney, giving everything around it a cozy warm glow. “Come on now, take a seat! I don’t have servants yet but i’m working on it. Meanwhile let me bring you something to drink.” With that, the king left, leaving Herman confused and very lost. Why did the king bring him here? Was this his home? Why was he being so nice to him?? Soon, the king came back, holding a silver tray with two fancy china cups, both steaming with what smelled like coffee. “Don’t get used to this, out of the two, I am the king…. But, you’ve had a rough day, so, i’ll give you a break.” accepting the cup, Herman took a careful sip, only to find out the coffee was absolutely delicious, the king must have notices, because he laughed. “You like it I see! Good, you are a man of taste then, this blend is supposedly brought straight from Mexico! Oh of course, here everything seems to be some sort of… copy, but I can assure you, these taste exactly like the real thing!” Herman simply smiled, and enjoyed the drink as he looked over the flames. Well, as scary as he looked, his other self wasn’t so bad it seemed.

  “Listen Herman,” the king said suddenly, breaking the peaceful silence they had “There is… something, creating us, experimenting on us, using us.” The king looked serious for a moment, looking directly to the other herman, seeing how his glasses reflected the flames in front of them, “That’s why we need to help each other, this thing is obsessed with us, they already have one of us in captivity….” Herman simply listened, surprised by what the king was saying, putting down his finished coffee cup to pay better attention. “We cannot let that happen again, who knows what they want? And judging by those two women i saved you from… It seems they particularly like you. You need to be careful.” A sudden blush came to Herman´s face, fogging up his glasses, those two were rather aggressive on their… interest on himself, and he felt so unbelievably embarrassed by it. Cleaning his throat, he addressed the king trying to appear unfaces “Y-yes I- Uh, I mean, thank you, Herman, I’m glad you were there to help me. I’m still very confused by all of this, but i’m glad to know we can help each other…” With a smile The other Herman waved his hand “Ha, dont worry about it, and hey, i’d rather be called King, that way it will be easier for us to refer to each other, eh? I’m the King, you are Herman. Easy.” 

  “Now then, tomorrow we should see how we shall go on from here, but now? We should rest. Here, follow me.” With that, the King stood up and walked toward the main hall’s stairs, Herman close behind. “Wait! What if they find us here? Don’t misunderstand me, this place is lovely but… It looks so easy to break in to! Shouldn’t we block the doors and windows?” “Oh no, don’t you worry,  my house may not look like a fortress, but trust me, i’ve already got security measures around here, the fanciest, priciest and most useful of all, after all, I don’t waste time with cheap useless things!” The king looked way too proud of himself by saying this, “My home wouldn’t look pretty with guards, cameras and obviously locked doors, wouldn’t it? Trust me, this place is rigged with alarms and other useful measures in case of a break in, if something happens, we will know.” Herman didn’t feel exactly calmer knowing this, but he had no time to argue as they entered one of the many rooms in the house.

  The room was beautiful, a gorgeous king sized bed was in the middle, adorned with pillows and blankets that looked oh so soft and inviting, herman couldn’t help but approach it and rub his face over it, enjoying greatly their silky texture. On the other end of the room, the king opened another door, one that seemed to take you to a walk in closet and a bathroom. He took two items from it, and closed the door. “In here is my closet and bathroom. I made this place only thinking I would live in it with some servants, so, a room dignified of another Herman is not available right now, so, in the meantime, this will be our room. Here, you can wear this.” The king handed Herman a folded piece of fabric, wich, upon unfolding, revealed to be a long silk robe, adorned with an intricate pattern of flowers leaves and swirls. With it, an equally fancy pair tighty whities fell to the floor. A bit escandaliced, Herman yelled “Y-You expect m-mE TO WEAR THESE?” Unimpressed, the king stepped behind his dressing screen, allowing the other to see only his silhouette as hge undressed himself. “What, where you planning on sleeping on those filthy close of yours, right? Besides, we will be sharing a bed, and i don’t want you accidentally brushing against me with those sandpapers” The king stepped out of the screen, wearing a similar robe. Herman was still holding the robe, undies on the floor, red faced from the situation. “Well? What are you waiting for? You may use the screen or change in the bathroom, just hurry up so we can turn off the lights.” Swallowing hard, Herman complied, walking into the bathroom to have more privacy, the screen had allowed him to see a lot more than he hoped, adding to his embarrassment. 

  He usually prefered a tshirt and some long pants for pajamas, and these were simply a bit too revealing to him, another blush came to his face as he undressed and allowed the undies and silk robe to slide in his body. Dang, they felt nice, he couldn’t help but hug himself, enjoying their softness, but a call from the king snapped hi out of it, and as he tightly wrapped the robes around him, he stepped out, and went to the unused side of the bed. “Ah, good, we are the same size I see, i’m glad to know my good looks prevail even when you aren’t as rich as me.” If it was possible, Herman´s blush became even deeper, not used to such comments. The bed was even better than he expected it, the soft sheets, the soft yet firm mattress, and the pillows where so soft and fluffy, he couldn’t help to let out a happy sigh of relief upon laying on them. With a click, the king turned off the lights, and with that Herman took off his glasses, leaving them on the side table. 

  Each one rolled on his side’s, giving eachother their backs, both wanting some space in the bed. It didn’t take long for herman to notice that, even with the bed’s softness and comfiness, it was missing something, he remembered there were blankets when he first saw the bed, where where they now? feeling around with his feet, he had to dive into the covers to realize they were all neatly folded at the very end of the huge bed. The king must have folded them while he was changing… And he didn’t even seem bothered by coldness of the room, so he tried to generate his own body heat, rubbing his feet against the sheets and his hands over his arms as quietly as possible. But of course, the King noticed.

  “Why are you wiggling around so much?!” The room was dark so he couldn’t see him, but he could tell he was annoyed. “S-sorry! It’s just that uhhh, you took all the blankets, and im kinda cold…” he looked where the king was supposed to be, and felt how he turned around to face him, and only his eyes, his red and golden eyes where visible through the darkness, having a glow of their own. They stared at each other for a second before the king interrupted “Oh! hahaha, silly me, i’m so sorry, I totally forgot, you haven’t been touched by the entity… You don’t have mechanical insides that generate heat like me… This might be a problem…” Surprised by that, Herman simply made a questioning sound, “You see, the bed gets unbearably warm when they are over me, so if we pull them over again, i might not be able to sleep from the heat… Hmmm” Both thought for a second, and Herman was the first one to talk. “Oh, well, maybe i should take some blankets and sleep on the couch? You left the chimney lit so-” “What?” the King interrupted, “No, no version of mine will be sleeping on a couch like a commoner… I have a better idea, come here.” Herman seated up, worried, “What? what do you mean come here? besides, it is no trouble i can just-” but the king fed up with him, simply dragged himself over his side, coaxing herman to lay down and get under coves again, after what seemed like a short fight, since herman wasn’t sure what his other self was trying to do, he ended up laying his head on the kings chest, with his arms wrapped around him. “See? Problem solved, I produce enough body heat for the both of us. come on now, you are me and im you, you should not be prude with yourself.” He simply stated, and closed his eyes to sleep again.

  Meanwhile, Herman could not believe this, cuddling with his other self for heat? It was kinda humiliating and kinda inappropriate and kinda… nice. He was so worm, and he could hear the motor of his insides working as his ear was flush against his chest. He wasn’t sure if he could hear more than one motor of if he was hearing his uneven heartbeat too, but he had to admit, it was so soothing and relaxing. And honestly? he hated to admit it but, he felt so safe in the arms of his other, he couldn’t help but sadly smile and hug back. Was this super weird? Yes, and who knows, maybe he was the prude of his selves but right now, he was definitely enjoying himself. With a sigh, both quickly fell asleep, enjoying eachothers company. 

-----   -please---please could you forgive me? :”V -  (( omg i lof this fic AAAHHHH 

[bakusoftie]

I love the artist post you did!! Could you do something were reader is the sweet thing and she is just drawing in class and Aizawa tells her " come up and share with the class since it seems to be more important than my lesson" and she reluctantly goes up and shows her notebook of drawings which is everyone in 1-A including Aizawa? How would they react?? Thx! ✨

omfg yes i hope you don’t mind that i exclude mineta because i just cannot write that goblin im sorry mineta lives don’t matter on my blog also some of these can be seen as either platonic or romantic and i didn’t include sato because I honestly don’t know how to write for him oof sorry sato stans

Class 1-A x Reader (feat. Aizawa)

You knew you should probably be listening to Aizawa’s lecture on Hero Laws but you were so focused on perfecting the facial features of your newest sketch

You didn’t even realize Aizawa stopped his talking to glare at you, causing the entire class to look in your direction.

“Ahem, L/N, If what you’re working on is more important than class then why don’t you share it with everyone”

oh

fuck

shit

bitch

tits

he did not have to expose you like this

you could either show everyone and be called a weirdo/creep or you could take the L and have detention but Aizawa would not go easy on you

so you made your up to the front of the class, hiding your face in your sketchbook as you flipped to the first page.

Finding out that you’ve been spending class drawing him and your classmates, Aizawa first feels annoyed that you couldn’t do this in your private time but he also feels really soft that you would draw him. He’s such a proud dad at your drawing skills like you’ve gotten his eyebags perfect.

You start to go around the classroom and show everyone the drawings you did of them

Momo gets that bright and shiny look in her eyes and you can practically see you glowing with happiness. She’s kinda shocked that someone would care enough to draw her and it makes her feel so warm inside. She’ll definitely ask if she could keep it.

Bakugou (I made a whole post but) this boy will try to cover his blush with a cough but you already know that his heart is exploding inside of his chest uwu

Tokoyami is usually stoic and brooding but you can see his eyes widen and a faint wobbly smile from his beak. He’s even more happy when he sees you include a chibi Dark Shadow

Oijiro thinks that you made him look so cool and wonders if that’s how he actually looks or just how you see him but nonetheless, he’s glad you took the time to do this and thinks you have such an amazing talent.

MINA has broken her uwu machine. She squealed on sight of the drawing you did of her that you titled ‘My Alien Queen’. She is literally jumping up and down like puppy. Omfg the heart eyes she gives you ☺️😖

Koda doesn’t talk much but he did say “thank you 🥺” in the biggest owo voice ever.

Tsuyu is a very blunt and brutally honest person so of course she told you how wonderful and realistic you drew her and she’s giving you tips about shading and where to buy the best drawing supplies but this all with good intentions

Sero doesn’t find himself conventionally attractive so when you show him all the sketches of him with little hearts surrounding him and ‘Tape Daddy’ in the corner. He nosebleeds 😨

Jiro fucking blushes so hard she’s started to look like Crimson Riot. This girl gets flustered easily so when you show her how badass and beautiful she looks in those drawings, she Error 404. She’s 😳

Mineta doesn’t fucking get one 🤢

Todoroki only ever gets drawn by professionals his father orders so when he sees the sketch of him slurping soba and looking at peace and as happy as shouto can be, his left side goes up in flames as his once pale cheeks turn vermillion

Iida is surprised pikachu. He did not expect you to draw him. He understands drawing the others but him? He kinda dissociates himself from your classmates so when you show him a picture of him as ingenium. He cry. It brings literally tears to his eyes. He chops the air as he thanks you over and over again

Shoji is such an under appreciated boy. He’s taken aback at the amount of times you’ve drawn him and it makes him feel so special and he doesn’t feel like he deserves it at all but his arms are smiling so wide and toothy (he so precious)

Kirishima says (and I quote) “this is the manliest thing I’ve ever seen owo”. He’s so grateful of you and when he sees the title that says ‘Manliest Shark Boy Of Them All’,,,he does the cute anime girl thing where he puts both hands on his cheeks and uwus straight into your eyes

Uraraka’s round pink cheeks turn even more pink when you show her the drawing you did of her during the i-expo of her in her cute pink dress that you titled ‘Princess Uravity’. She’s hiding her face from you as she lets out a couple of muffled ‘thank you’s

Aoyama is fanboying over the amount of glitter and sparkles you used like you litterally just dumped a shit load of glue and glitter and he thinks it’s bootyful. ^ V ^

Kaminari asks you to paint him like one of your French girls wearing only his choker on 😳. He better stop playing before you kiss him on he forehead. But he cherishes the drawing like it’s life support, that boy will ask to keep it and hang it up in his room where he can see it everyday and of course he’ll tell you “you could come to my room and practice figure drawing” *wink* *wonk*

Hagakure...um she thinks the gloves are very nice and appreciates the gesture PFFT

Izuku fanboys the hell out of it because he draws too and well he might not be good as you but he shows you his page on you in his notebook and you both are so giddy about sharing each other’s drawings and when he sees the sketch of him that you did when everyone was at the pool of him shirtless. 😖😳 you broke izuwu. He turned red and stopped responding. Oof

[ranposlittle]

Hello I'd like to have a matchup😳 - I am 155cm , skinny girl with wavy brown hair and same color eyes with round glasses, Aries. Others think I'm outgoing and confident. But deep inside me is fear of new changes and easy to cry. I'm a good listener while others were mad or upset, but I'll be scared of they're really mad to me. I'm always overthinking and want to show my best and be nice to others. I love reading and listening to music. Also I kinda like aesthetic and vintage stuffs. Thanks :D

here's my actual answer, anon. im sorryyy

I ship you with...

🌸 Yukichi Fukuzawa 🌸

You walked into the Armed Detective Agency President's office for an interview and with your vivacious personality and a taste for vintage style, you complimented Fukuzawa for his nice "aesthetic". You were hired on the spot.

Fukuzawa observed you from his desk. You're vibrant, exciting and talkative; traits of a true Aries. You get along with pretty much everybody in the agency, carries yourself in a certain level of confidence and you're not shy to take on leadership roles when it's needed. He's impressed, to say the least. Fukuzawa is a very reserved man so when the time came where he asked you to meet him for tea outside work, you were a bit baffled, only realizing that it was an actual date when Fukuzawa openly admitted that he admires you.

You didn't really thought that you could also fall for the quiet man at first, but Fukuzawa's gentleness just calms your natural fiery nature. He's caring and attentive to the people around him, so you can be sure to get your daily dose of attention from him. He'll give you praises for your good work everyday and compliments you on your beauty whenever there's just the two of you in the room. He even asks for your advice sometimes if he has to make a decision and you feel flattered that your opinion matters to a wise man like him. He told you it's because he believes in your intelligence and he trusts in your wisdom. In fact, he often gets into intellectual discussions with you when you're together and sometimes even have a friendly debate. Either way, you enjoy the stimulation and challenge that it gives you and it makes you feel good about yourself. In your mind, you've put Fukuzawa in a completely higher level than you are but seeing how well you actually click together, maybe you're just equals after all.

And that's what made you fall for him even more. The way he makes you feel like he's never above you nor that you're under him, you're equals, standing beside each other on an even ground. His ability's name says it all. He never aimed to control you in any way and he lets you live your own life. You're independent and self-driven, he loves that so much about you and all he really wants to do is to support you. In a way, Fukuzawa became your best friend. You know you can tell him everything and he won't judge you. But if you speak or act before thinking, he's there to hold you down. He's outspoken with his opinions and Fukuzawa might not be domineering, but he's not a pushover either and you just like him like that.

Underneath your strong and independent surface may lie an insecurity that's hidden behind your lively personality. You have a drive to succeed and you could put too much pressure on yourself, resulting in self-doubt. Whether you admit this to him or not, he already knows. Fukuzawa's observant eyes was able to see the slightest contortion of your face whenever you start to overthink about anything. You would suddenly become quiet, staring at the distance and would even bite your nails sometimes; he has memorized all the signs of it so before your train of thoughts can even go too far, he's able to pull you back. Fukuzawa is just so great in comforting you. He knows exactly what to say to ease you back into reality as if he can hear your thoughts. Sometimes, if you get too deep in your worries, he would even hold you and rub your back to assure you that there's no reason to be too worried and things aren't always as bad as you think they are. The softness of his voice and his calm demeanor just gives you that confirmation that if he's this cool then yes, maybe things are really okay; that you're okay.

Overall, I think you're a good fit for each other because Fukuzawa will be the gentle air fanning your flames brighter. Yes, you're an energetic and independent person but you also need to feel appreciated and loved, being with Fukuzawa gives you that and more. Fukuzawa might not be on the peak of his youth anymore but that doesn't mean that he's boring. He goes with the flow and you can ask him to do anything with you and he'll most likely would agree. You can show him new music that you like and he will appreciate it, too. It may not always be his cup of tea but he will be okay with it, you can play your tunes with him around and he'll just watch you lovingly as you sing or dance along with it. You'll be a pillar for each other because as an Aries, you're always encouraging and giving strength to your partner and Fukuzawa thinks you're absolutely great to be around when he's in need or in times of despair. You're always there whenever Fukuzawa would wake up in cold sweat from a haunting nightmare from his past, he'll wrap himself around you and your presence alone is enough to calm him down. Fukuzawa is a man of great virtues and he lets you know openly how much he's proud of you for just trying to be the best person you can be and generally being nice to other people. He won't let anything or anyone to cause any harm with his subordinates so just imagine how much he'll protect you when his feelings for you is this strong; they'll have to go through his lifeless body first before they can even lay a finger on you. That extends to harmful thoughts and emotions, too. Fukuzawa won't allow you to wallow in the negatives if he can help it. No matter what he's doing or where he is, he will always put you first. He's not afraid to talk to you about feelings and emotions and make sure that the day won't end without him seeing a smile on your face again. Fukuzawa admires your strong personality, embraces your weaknesses and supports where you're insecure. He will wipe every tears and soothe any fears, whispering words of wisdom and affection in your ears until you believe in it too. Sometimes you get scared by the thought of losing him, but as he reached out for you as soon as he wakes up and your name being the first thing he utters in the morning; the taste of his lips being the last thing you think of before falling asleep; every little kisses he gives you in between the day when you're away from prying eyes; his quiet proclamations of love for you and the way his gaze only focuses on you despite being in a crowd, the doubt in your mind evaporates little by little. You're faithful to him and he is to you. The more you've stayed with him, the more secure you feel towards your relationship and in time, towards yourself too. Fukuzawa just can't deny himself from adoring you. How can he resist your incandescent brown eyes shining through your glasses and the curves of your hair dancing with the rays of sun as you walk towards him? Fukuzawa has a weakness towards cute things and you're at the top of the list.

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Thank you for sending this in, anon~ here's a song from Fukuzawa to you hehe (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ the app I used to make Fukuzawa's avatar is different and I know what he's wearing is not a yukata but it's the closest one I can find ;-; anyways, I hope you liked this and cheered you up even just a lil bit. I hope the little scenario thingy I put in the beginning is ok. Take care, anon! Someone out there loves you!~ (✿^‿^)

[missjackil]

My 14x13 Opinion

Lebanon The 300th Episode

I am so proud of this episode and so blown away by how awesome these last 4 episodes have been! Might be an unpopular opinion guys but I really like this season! Sure its had some duds like Optimism and The Scar (Though The Scar had a great broment) but I thought we’d be getting Leader!Sam this season but we have emotionally wrecked!Sam instead, and Im here for that! Needless to say I LOVED this episode, I was so pleased with pretty much everything and I have no big complaints, so lets have at it! I enjoyed the lightness of the beginning, and getting a look at the town. Im so pleased they FINALLY noted that Lebanon KS is the geographical center of the country! So the boys can get anywhere in the country within a day and a half. Its kinda weird though that Lebanon seems to have 3 different post offices. The one from Something About Mary, the one from The Spear, and now this one. LOL thats no big deal so lets move along. 

It was funny that the dude in the pawn shop committed suicide by Winchester, which of course is trying to, or successfully killing one gets you killed by the other, and Dean acknowledges that they all talk too much LOL.

The kids talking about the rumors about the boys was fun but I really wasnt impressed by “cool chick” Max. I liked the boy in the hat though, he was great. Stealing Baby is also suicide by Winchester but Sam and Dean dont go around killing teenagers so, they got lucky. 

I was amuzed by the ghost of John Wayne Gacey clown, and Dean being all “You love serial killers but hate clowns!” and Sam being like “I get it Dean” but Im really glad they didnt make Sam act like he was scared like the other times before. It just wouldnt have fit well into this episode I dont think. Saving Dean is more urgent than a clown fear right? 

Moving on to the meat, and this was as meaty as an episode can get! Dad comes because Dean makes a wish. It seems Dean’s desire to have his family together is more of a desire than getting ole Mike out of his head, and thats really pretty sweet. Dad recognizes the boys right away, which is cool especially since Sam looks NOTHING like he did back in 05, let alone 03 but John says “What happened to you?” I reckon they aged 15+ yrs Pops!

The boys give Dad the nutshell version of their lives over shots of whiskey, because, how else could you do it? But man, John’s face when he hears Mary’s voice was amazing! And I dont even like Mary but, good lord if she didnt nail these scenes!  My hear crumbled, their reunion kiss was completely believable even though we never saw them kiss on the show before. I saw some of you whine that John didnt ask permission first... really? I could see if they were gonna have sex, but when does anyone on TV ever ask to kiss someone?? Not very often. It was by far the most romantic thing Ive ever seen on this show, 

Like typical Winchesters, Dean is sucked into whats right before him and Sam is worried about the big picture. But Sam doesnt lean too hard on Dean about it, lets all have the nice family dinner we’ve never had. 

While compiling a shopping list with Mom, Dean leaves Sam alone with Dad. This scene was .... WOW... so well written and brilliantly acted. I had been wondering how Sam and John would hash things out and this was so much better than I invisioned. Its so in character for the Sam we have watched grow over the last 14 years to get over the bad and focus on the good, because those you love can be taken away in a heartbeat and being left with hard feelings is the worst. All he can think of is seeing Dad dead on the floor and he never got to say goodbye. and he never got to smooth things over. Sams emotions were raw and real! Jared really let Sam feel it, all the regret and anger and loneliness, melts away and turns into “but you loved us.... and thats enough” It was so refreshing to get so much emotional POV from Sam. Something we;ve gotten more of this season than we ever have. It hurts like a mother... but its worth it. 

After the heart shattering talk, Sam composes himself and tells Dean hes right. This was a good thing even if its jut temporary. He asks Dean if he wants company for shopping, and this is like Sam wanting to hold on to his rock (Dean). This is precious.

The boys leave Mom and Dad alone, and go shopping. Now we discover that the timeline has shifted and they have alternate selves. Dean is a wanted criminal and Sam, omg lol Sam is flaming TED talking douchebag that wears turtlenecks, loves Kale, doesnt drink coffee, and doesnt see the need for hobbies or family. But, I gotta say hes lovely in glasses 😎

This inevitably means that not only will Mom disappear, but the boys wont have the relationship they do, and we know, thats a fate worse than the universe exploding. Meanwhile we get a guest appearance by Zachariah and Cas, and Cas is back to S4-ish Cas and possibly even more of a dick. Sam and Dean find them as theyre about to kill the teenagers from earlier and save them. Cas of course doesnt know them from Adam but Zach does. A fight ensues and I just have to state very clearly that Dean went after cas with the angel blade with no second thoughts. Zach attacks Sam and tries to kill him, but Sam kills him instead. Now thats poetic to have been killed by both Winchesters at different times! 

Now Cas is trying to kil Sam, which as we know, never goes over well with Dean, but Cas really nails Sam HARD in the face and Sam spews blood all over! That was pretty graphic and dramatic! Well full strength douchebag angel or not, Dean doesnt let you beat on Sam. so heattacks Cas, and Cas is about to kill Dean. There is no “Cas its me!! Fight this!! I love you!!” like all the hellers wanted and predicted LMAO instead Sam writes a sigil with his blood and zaps Cas away.

Back at home, yet another highly emotional scene as Sam tells Mom why they have to let Dad go... she would just fade away and they would become their “other” selves. Mary cries real tears. and Sam overflows again. God my heart!! Dean talks to Dad and Dad is more than willing to lay his life down for Mom. They all sit solomly at the dinner table. Oddly enough Sam is the only one eating, and Im sure theres meta in there somewhere.... all I can think of at the moment is that hes distracting himself from the painful slence, and hes the only one who never really had Winchester Surprise. John decides to lighten the mood and be grateful for this time, and they all follow suit. And it was glorious!! My boys laughing and eating and enjoying themselves with mom and dad, I just dont know what words to give this scene! 

Afterwards, Sam and Dean are washing dishes together #husbros and they briefly discuss keeping it the way it is. I mean really.... Mom may disappear and they wont be insanely co-dependent, but Michael wont be in Dean’s head anymore, because nothing leading up to it would have ever happened. Dean says hes good with who he is, and hes good with who Sam is, and hes just too old to want to change it. 

The farewell scene was nothing less than earth shattering painful. Dean was surprisingly calm and stoic, though he had many tears. It was as if on purpose, he let Sam and Mom have all the emotions. John hugs his sons one last time. and tells them he’s so proud of them, Poor Sam is gutted. He cant even pretend he isnt crying. Dad tells them he loves them. Dean says he loves him too. Sam cant get words out so he wipes his face and nods. In a beautiful paralell from the old days when John told Dean “Take care of Sammy” and Dean answers “I always do” John says “Take care of each other” and Sam answers “We always do”😭😭😭😭😭😭John takes Mary’s hand and Sam in obvious pain crushes the pearl and Dad fades away. He wakes up in Baby back in 2003 believing he had a good dream. 

Now we have to wait a freakin month for the next episode. But Ill be ok. I think I need a break from all the emotions of the last several episodes because the next couple will probably be less dramatic. This is ok, if every episode was this emotional, even that would get old fast. We only have 7 episodes left and I dont want to rush to the end of the season for a freakin 6 month hiatus!! AGGGHHHHH!! 

Overall I am in love with this episode. It may have moved itself into first place but it has at least tied. This episode definitely met and exceeded my expectations, and last week I thought it wouldnt be able to beat that one. Im so proud of SPN, the writers, and the cast of this episode Ill give them all a standing ovation 👏👏👏👏👍💖 I think its abundantly clear now that Dabb DOES care about the brother bond and doesnt give a rats ass about dean/cas in fact it looks as if the next few episodes might be Dean lite... but we never really know till we watch the episodes.

In conclusion. on a scale from Bloodlines to Who We Are, Lebanon is a 10. Well done show.... well done! Now onward to the 400th episode!!

[greensungnostic]

Checking in with Grandpa

It's been a while since you visited the old man. You figure you've left him hanging long enough. He'd probably love to hear from you, what's been going on in his granddaughter's life. You head quietly through the halls of the lower floors, still and calm and differently decorated than the upper floors where you live. You stop in front of an old oak door with a brass knob and a plaque on its face, and slowly turn the handle. You peek your head in slowly, looking into Grandpa's study. It's always dim in here, the fug of cologne and gunpowder and cognac baked into the room's very soul. He stands there in the dim, facing the ornate marble fireplace, which -

FWOOMPH!

- ignites dramatically into a warmly crackling blaze as you settle your gaze on it. There he goes - The old man, "Hass" "The Flame" Harley, always with such a flare for the bombastic. Your Grandpa stands Stout and Resolute in front of the mantle, seeming to gaze long and hard into the flames. You take his dramatics as consent to enter, and you stand a few paces behind him, nervously tenting your hands. He's always been so tall, so imposing, and you've barely gained an inch since your session began. You're basically still the same dorky kid as ever, eternally youthful. You hesitate, waiting a reasonably long moment, then finally speak.

hi grandpa! sorry to bother you, i know you probably have a lot of work to do! but i wanted to come visit you in here and say hi! ...sorry i havent come down in a couple of weeks or uhm... months. i got all caught up in my work and in my head and kinda stayed cooped up in my lab up there below the greenhouse. huh? yes! before you ask, ive got three computers with me including the ones in my head and my glasses, and i do think the caliber of my current rifle is plenty sufficient! no i dont need to borrow the blunderbuss but thank you anyway! i will let you know when i need it okay? its overkill for anything but bosses!

You sigh heavily. He's always such a worrywart, hassling you over your preparedness and the bore of your firearms! You huff your trademark Harley Huff, then sigh and deflate a little. You know his hounding you is just how he shows that he cares, in his weird way.

i just wanted to let you know about some of the stuff thats been going on, though im sure youve seen hints of it here and there, mister wise and cunning hunter! first off, take a look at these babies!

You round the quiet old man to stand just past the fireplace on the far side, showing off the fluffy white fur and canine shape of your legs from the thighs down. You lift up one footpaw, showing him the glowing green footpads beneath, and wiggle your toes. The luminous glint of green reflects in your Grandpa's eyes, along with - is that interest, or pride, or just confusion? He's always been so hard to read. You'll opt for confused pride, shy of any context otherwise. You plop yourself into the dusty armchair beside the fire so you can wave your paws idly through the air for his approval, and continue your conversation face to face.

i know, i know, you never quite got all this furry stuff, but think of it this way! i am a little bit better of a huntress now, i can run around all quiet-like like bec! plus it gives my tail a reason to - huh? boots? yeah i guess i could use a custom fit pair, for like lohac or lofaf when its extra cold... if you insist we can find a cobbler, sure! cool digitigrade boots do look cool on cartoon furries... hee... uhmm lets see, what else is on the agenda?

You stroke your chin thoughtfully, then smile sheepishly at him.

so... do you remember rose? yeah, yeah the one ive always talked about! uh-huh, the one from movie nights. the squiddle one! my best friend. the one i... always had a crush on, yeah. well, as you know weve been looking around for everyone from our timeline and...

Your smile brightens, your eyes sparkle. Grandpa waits patiently, letting you talk, green eyes flickering in the firelight.

we found her, grandpa! like the right her! skaia lit up when we came back with her, and cetus showed herself for the first time in ages. its really her, grandpa!! its so good to...so good to have her back in my life. i... you know how much i missed rose. and the best news of all? she... she likes me back. she likes me back!! we are... we are dating now! shes... my girlfriend, a-after all this time. hee, i know, i know, lots of girlfriends. but this is important to me! rose was my first crush!! or uh, second, if you dont count margaret hamilton, haha... gosh i love her. i love rose! aaaah!

Grandpa seems chuffed for you, a twinkle of mirth in those eyes, past his thick glasses. The one good thing about having read all about him on the internet - you never felt uncomfortable coming out to a man you knew was openly bi decades before it was widely accepted. You practically glow in excitement, just thinking about Rose.

oh, we also found aradia! or she found us, anyways. she is one of the trolls! this one is kinda froglike, which is cool! i did not expect her to ever show up, i thought she had run off to play psychopomp! but here she is just hanging around and i guess she can help our search! she has cool psionic powers, and is the maid of time! she kinda showed up all spooky and glowing in the dark the other night! shes slimy like a frog sometimes, but shes cool, honest. youd like her, she loves adventure. maybe ill bring her by sometime?

Grandpa is quiet here, no real feedback, but seems pleased for you. You've never really talked to him about her much, so it tracks. You're sure he'll be interested in finding out more later, though. He always lends a patient ear when you talk about your friends, and he really would like Aradia. Two peas with ghastly interests in a slightly ghoulish pod.

sooo harleytech is doing pretty well! my jadebots run most of the daily stuff for me and i do all the designing, and the special interactions! in a while im gonna do a bunch of installations for some trollian freedom fighters, rebels! thats so cool right?

He seems impressed by this one - a streak of rebellion has always been pivotal to his character as the world's most eccentric philanthropist and Renaissance Man after all, especially if it's against who you think it might be against.

lets see, what else... the garden ship has been doing really well, i just fixed up the alternian section a little! if aradia wants a slice of home, she can put it there! heheh... im still trying to think of a name for that huge maple though... the yiffdrasil is kind of dumb, and its not THAT big. do i name it after another scientist like us, grandpa? what do you think?

The old man doesn't answer, as if lost in pensive thought. It's tough to puzzle out a name for something like an ancient, time-wizened old tree, after all, especially one accelerated through time to its current state. Eventually a name occurs to you, and you clap your hands together.

hmm, maybe instead of a scientist, van winkle or something? yeah, good call! ooh, rip van maple? heheh... yeah, ill try that out for a bit! good idea, grandpa...

You sigh, tone softening, and you rise up to stand next to Grandpa. He's so tall, towering over you in presence and height alike, but you find yourself staring at his feet, the polished maple wood beneath.

youre so smart, grandpa. you always know just what to say.

You're quiet for a moment, just letting him loom over you. With a lump in your throat, you begin again.

hey grandpa? thank you for always... always being so supportive, even if we butt heads sometimes over stuff like hunting or mummies or dumb stuff like that. i know you only scold me and keep an eye on me because you wanna see me grow up to be the best me i can be! right...? always making sure i had the best of everything I needed to... to be who i wanted and needed to be. im so glad youre my grandpa, thank you for... for always being around for me.

i hope im... i hope... a-am i doing okay? am... do i make you proud, grandpa?

With a quaking lip, you look upwards at the old man, towards his serviceable pith helmet and dense, curly moustache. He doesn't say anything, his silence distinguished. Tranquil. You imagine a heavy, distantly familiar palm resting on your head, comforting and warm, but it doesn't come. Your own small hand resting between your ears while teardrops plink off the floor will have to suffice. You rest your head against your grandfather's side for comfort, sniffling softly until the tears subside.

its okay grandpa, you dont have to say anything about it. s-sorry, i just got carried away, th-thinking about what a good grandpa you are... youre right, stiff upper lip, h-haha...

You wipe your tears on your face and offer him a brave smile, seeing a twinkle of pride once more in his aged eyes. You smooth out his tear ruffled coat for him, and reach up to adjust his pith helmet. It's only polite. You hug him gently, then step towards the door. You attempt to pepper a layer of cheer into your voice.

ill let you get back to work, grandpa. thank you for talking with me today, it... it meant a lot that you took time out of your day to do that! ill come see you more often okay? i know sunday is fathers day, a-and grandpas definitely count for that! we can... we can do something special!! maybe ill show you my shooting skills!

dont work too hard and have a good night! a-and ill see you sunday if not earlier, okay!! i love you grandpa!!! byyyye!

You step hurriedly out of the Study and click the door closed behind you, standing in front of it and trying to steady your breathing. Failing that, you find yourself sliding down the front of the door to curl up and hug your legs in front of it, shoulders bobbing as you bury your face in your knees, already deeply missing the old gentleman you just finished visiting.

Grandpa was a lot easier to talk to when he was alive.

[flameontheotherside]

My Confession

I just want to get this off my chest.

Yes, my TF is a spirit. If course. It's extremely complicated because the relationship I have with my bf has been rocky with the threat of a breakup looming over our heads for 2 years. Erik is also assumed to have a "girlfriend" in his afterlife. We are both in a rather complicated situation.

He's told me even in the Afterlife hes lonely without me. I told him that well it appears he has a "girlfriend" so how can it be? He corrects me... She's a kindred spirit and he only truly loves me.

Sometimes I think maybe it's better to leave this whole thing alone but it's impossible. When something this spiritually/divinely orchestrated craziness happens you can't turn back no matter how much you want to. It would be easier for him to let me go. Only he won't do that.

I keep our situation a secret...

... and I did try to tell a close friend but the whole thing kind of went over their head. My best friend (no, not my boyfriend although JP for some years has tried) and probably my only friend sort of nodded but his eyes looked spacey. He wasn't paying attention. The only person who knows all the details is my twin brother who is on his own spiritual journey now. Turns out his TF is his bf.

Without "friends" (maybe just 1 if he remembers I'm still alive and that we used to be close bar buddies) and just the relationship I have with my junkie bf and younger bother in the house. Since I quit drinking and partying with them life has become rather dull and honestly Im pretty much alone and lonely. Of course there are plenty of online friends but it's not the same.

The only thing I look forward to is talking to Erik.

Even some times I don't want to talk to him to avoid a subject he wants to discuss or whatever. Just distract myself with Tumblr, online shopping, sleeping and reading comics. It's been almost a year since being out with acquaintances. Don't remember what it's like to go out and have fun anymore.

I've lost a lot in ten years. Including my mind and my weight. Not complaining about the weight though!... It feels great to have my womanly physique back XD lol. Hello size 9 and flat stomach (bye bye love handles and muffintop, go fuck yourself) oh how I missed you my sexy body! 😍😆 You have like no idea. From 171 to 138 is fucking amazing. *proud* Being depressed has its perks I guess.

To feel like people think I'm nuts about this whole shindig... I understand it. 😅This here was a skeptic! The fact that I suffer from bipolar disorder has me feeling from time to time that this is too good. That I must be really fucking crazy and this is one hell of an unusually long ass manic episode. Even admitted myself to psych shortly right before finding out he's my TF. Afterwards I wanted to go back and ask for another medication. Still wait for the other shoe to drop. 😐

This Whole ordeal is nuts. A fucking ride and a half.

Im in love with a spirit ( 😲 can't beleive I'm saying this shit). Actually, we're both in love. I've never really loved anyone coming to realize is scary. Now I'm a bit stubborn and selfish, it's really hard to be like that with Erik. It's a real complicated, emotional... Just have to wonder "why me?" how did I deserve this?... and I can't handle this shit. It's too difficult to manage. He's dead! In this life it's impossible to... Well I face the rest of my life dealing with it. It feels like a prison sentence.

It's been months since being intimate with my bf. Even before it's been kinda... Dry. With Erik in the picture now even more so. It feels wrong with my bf and like I'm lying to myself and everyone putting on a show so I don't have be interrogated or deal with more drama. It's exhausting.

I see couples all the time all happy and shit.

Holding back the tears and looking away to distract myself for the time being. That won't be me or us. Not as long as I'm alive. It's sick and twisted that he has to watch me like this and I have to go about life like meeting my TF is no big deal when it is. My TF is dead and I'm here just existing waiting for a deadly illness, for someone to kill me or something. ANYTHING!

I always always knew my life is one big fucked up and twisted joke with me the punchline. From people treating me like shit to losing what could have been. I've always just wanted to die even as a kid in elementary school. Just wanted to fade away into nothing. My mom didn't help. That's the biggest loss I've had and it hurts to have cut her out of my life. It comes second to Erik being gone. The worst feeling.

Well it's time to talk to Erik. He's paging me through my third eye...

Good night.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ check out the support forums tailored for TFs on the other side: 💻 Flame On The Other Side Support Forum Don’t forget to take a look at Erik’s blog ran by his amazing mom Dr Elisa Medhus. Lots of stuff about his afterlife and shit.(◕‿◕)♡ channelingerik.com … And YouTube

[ashaya]

My First Big Modern Tournament

So on Sunday I played at a $1K Modern Open tournament at Time Vault Games in Portland and it was a blast. Thought I’d do a rundown of how the matches went :p

I was on a list of U/R storm with a pretty standard main deck other than forgetting my main deck copy of Empty the Warrens.

Match 1 vs Mardu Nahiri: Game one was pretty tight, he had fatal push into path into liliana to kill all of my first 3 mana creatrues and had me down to 4 life with 5 power on board, I was able to turn the corner and storm off that turn to take game one. I hadnt seen nahiri, So i thought my opponent was on a mardu tokens/value plan, sideboarded for aggro. Game 2 I had to mull down to 5 with a 0 land hand on the draw, played my first land on turn 4 but the opponent didnt put pressure and got stuck on 2 lands the whole game as I cantripped my way up to 4 lands, stormed off and took match 1 at 2-0.

Match 2 vs Grixis Death’s Shadow: Had relatively nonfunctional draws and a pretty unexciting match, got steamrolled pretty quick but thats to be expected. Deaths Shadow is my worst major matchup and I pushed my sideboard plans toward matchups that are closer in board. Fast 0-2 putting me at 1-1 overall, didnt feel too great about the event at this point.

Match 3 vs. WU fair stuff?: Im not quite sure what the opponents deck was, they played a white dork and 2 Knight of the White Orchids before I stormed off on turn 4 game 1. Game 2,they had a tap land turn two, played a selfless spirit with no land drop turn 3. I draw, with empty board and the perfect hand. Played ritual, manamorphose to make blue, electromancer, 3 rituals, past in flames from hand, rituals from grave, gifts ungiven from hand. 2-0 for that round, at 2-1 overall.

Match 4 vs. UB Mill: most interesting game 1 I’ve ever had. I was playing around fatal pushes since im not super familiar with the list. When i was in a place to just play out the creature anyway he had double archive trapped me and i was stuck on 2 lands, so I had to hold back countermagic. I had 4 cards left in deck, remanded his mill spell and drew my third land. played the creatrue, rituals past in flames in the grave and they concede. Game two he has turn 0 leylines, gets my empty the warrens and all my past in flames, and I lose. game three he has turn 0 leyline but im able to do a mini-storm for 10 goblins on turn 2 and put too fast of a clock on him. 2-1 for that round leaving me at 3-1.

Match 5 vs. Lantern Control: Game 1 I kept a 1 lander with some good cantrips but full stalled on finding my other lands as opponent set up their millstones. They never got the Lantern of Insight so they were milling blind the whole game, eventually i found my third land and went off. Moving into game 2, i brought in shatterstorm, a wear//tear, Empty the Warrens and echoing truth, expecting a lot of hate adn needing to get rid of lanterns or ensnaring bridges. on about turn 3 I make 8 goblins after he thoughtsieze-surgical extraction’s my past in flames. He lays down an ensnaring bridge but still has one card so I take him down to 6 with the goblins, then play shatterstorm post combat. He untaps Welding Jar, Ensnaring bridge. Echoing truth the bridge, swing for lethal. 2-0 lantern, 4-1 overall.

Match 6 vs. GW Hatebears: This match started with disaster. My table got chosen for a deck check, and apparently I had an unsleeved card in with my goblin tokens that I didnt know about. Got a game loss for additional cards in the deck box, which kinda put me on tilt for the whole match, it was a dumb mistake to make and especially since this match was for top 8 contention (whoever won could most likely draw into top 8). I chose to be on the play for our first game, Game 2 and had a pretty standard game, opponent didn’t hit thalia’s or leonin arbiters so I stormed off pretty quick and moved to game 3. Game 3 i small stormed early for 8 goblins but he put up enough defense to stonewall them so i kept them back to buy time. He clocked me hard with Kor Firewalker while i dealt with thalias. Had a chance to storm off the turn before lethal, but I had to hit Past in Flames off my peer through depths or hit a cantrip that then found past in flames, since his double leonin arbiter made gifts ungiven impossible. I full whiffed, finding nothing with peer and losing the match. 2-1, 4-2 overall.

Match 7 vs. GR Ponza: I was pretty nervous about this matchup since I know the player pretty well and he was packing maindeck trinispheres. He didnt see any game one and I was able to storm off just under his wire since he didnt have turn 2 stone rain. Game two I had a perfect hand with 2 lands a setup for a turn 2 storm. He turn 2 stone rains, turn 3 Mwonvoli acid moss and I never see another land, quick game 2. Game 3 on the play i figure I have to go for it hard since he’ll start killing my mana once he hits 3 lands. I make 8 goblins, pass it back. He beast withins his own utopia sprawl for a blocker, and I tear the other one. Get there with the goblins. He ended up having 5 and 6 mana planeswalkers in hand stuck there. 2-1, leaving me at 5-2 for the tournament.

Overall I’m very happy with how I did other than the game loss I received. I placed 13th in the event out 70ish players and got points for the Open series. Almost made top 8 and Im proud of a lot of the lines I found with the deck. Its not the easiest deck to pilot under weird boardstates and I feel very happy with my performance and I think I improved a lot as a Storm player.

[kurokosvanillabean]

Could I request the Gom + Takao reaction to walking in on their s/o crying because she listend to a sad song? I know it's kinda odd but I just listend to the song "you were there" from the game Ico and I started crying... If you haven't heard it I suggest you should listen to it!

Here! Finally……. anyways, I turned them into stories -Asami 

Takao: Takao messaged you to say that he would be late, Midorima had apparently chosen a route that had many steep hills. While waiting for your somewhat annoyingly kind boyfriend, you opened up your laptop and delved into the world that is youtube. To begin the entertainment, you searched for your favorite song at the time and came across this one in the suggested section from what looked like a video game. At first, it was little too mellow for your mood, after all, Takao was coming, that always made you heart flutter even slightly. All of a sudden you were feeling streaks of salty tears roll down your cheek. Pondering why this was happening only made them fall faster. What on earth? Takao stumbled in, breathing a bit too hard to speak, but was fascinated when he laid eyes on you. “____-san, h…..how are you crying right now? I made it!” he exasperated. He came to your side on the couch, placing his arm around your shoulder. “Tell me, I’m listening.” You avert your eyes to the door, cheeks flushing a pale pink. “I just- The song, it made me cry…..” Takao pondered this notion for a moment. “You’re crying… because of a song? ___, you are so soft!” he laughed, teasingly poking your side.

Kise: Plush sheets are one of life’s small pleasures. Of all the beds you have slept in, he was one of the most tentative to the quality of his sheets. After an enduring two hour run after school, you decided that instead of going back home you would go rest your muscles in his bed instead as a pleasant treat; even more tempting was the fact that you would see him. His surprised face.The way his eyes gained a glittering curiosity to them, the little noise he makes, it has the power to evoke giggles and rosy cheeks in you. Arriving at his house, barely remembering to remove your shoes, you ran to his room, jumping on the bed. “Ahhhh…… so relaxing……” You sprawled out on his luxuriously velvety sheets, unravelled the mess of your earbuds and placed them in your ears. Shuffle mode. The first few were peppy, but then it hit you. Gentle acoustic guitar strums and the deep voice of a man sent chills through your body. Completely encapsulated in the soothing sound, you did not even hear Kise come in to the house and into his room where you lay. “___-cchi?” he asked, receiving no response. He leaned over his bed and pulled out an earbud, “Did you have a bad day or something? You’re crying.” He laid next to you. “Huh? Oh, Kise, your back.” You turned your head to face him, smiling tenderly. He placed his thumb on your face, wiping away the tears. “Im…. crying? Hahaha music really is powerful.” you placed the spare earbud in his and kissed him.

Aomine: There was nothing quite like a stroll through the park on a rainy day. What made the rain so pleasing was the scents. They were heightened by water, cleared of their toxins, the grass and trees wafted an energizing blend of their own perfume. An umbrella over your head and headphones at your ears you strolled down to the pond in the center of the park. A favorite hobby of yours was to sit on the bench closest to the water and admire the world, curious of how people lived their lives. Music pulsing, you sat on the bench inhaling the sweet smells while people in raincoats passed by. The rain was cold, yet pleasing enough that your eyes fluttered shut. Aomine had called while you were asleep, but even without an answer he had a feeling he knew where you’d be. He smiled, amused at the fact that you did not even wear a hat. He then tossed a towel over your head and rubbed the fabric in circular motions before lifting it enough that your porcelain skin and purple-blue lips became unveiled. “Baka, you’re going to catch a cold.” You peered up at him, smiling vaguely back. “Ah….. Aomine…. “ Shivering slightly between words you wiped away a few tears with your fingers “A-aomine, has a song….. ever made you cry before?” The basketball player placed a hand on his hip, “Ha,” he grabbed one of your hands and pulled you from your seat and into his chest, “you’re just soft”

Akashi: Good writing needs to make the reader feel something. One of the tools you use to evoke feeling is to listen to music. Today’s chapter consisted of the protagonist being isolated by their friends, which meant that a selection of mainly instrumental, classical type music was to be selected. You placed the headphones over your ears and sat back in the chair at your desk. Step one: Listen. Step 2: Close the eyes. Step 3: Ponder the things in life that caused a feeling of loneliness. The school bell rang to signify the end of the week. Everyone packed their bags a few minutes early to assure a prompt departure, but you decided to wait. Few students understood the serenity of an empty classroom, all except your best friend. They walked over to you and tapped on your shoulder. Although usually chipper, she carried a heavy burden on her slumped shoulders, the muscles in her face peculiarly unrelaxed. “I…..I can’t be your friend anymore.” she stammered, consciously avoiding your gaze. “Why?” you asked. She had no reason or explanation. Plastering on a polite grin, “Okay.” was all you could manage. Your friend left abruptly after, leaving you in the classroom. Making friends has never been a string suit of yours and so her parting left you stranded. At that moment you began to question your value to those around you, what did I do? The memory caused a few tears to fall, each in time with the music. Akashi arrived in your room and placed both his hands on your shoulders. “Hey princess, you’ve got to stop doing this, I don’t like to see you cry not matter the reason.”

Murasakibara: Today had been terrible. You had gotten the results back from a big test at school and were quite displeased with the results. The one problem though was that you were at school, it was not the most widely accepted course of action to cry in the midst of all the people. Like all brave humans, you swallowed your pride and suppressed the disappointment. Upon arriving home at the end of the day you were finally ready to pour out those emotions, there just needed to be a catalyst. Once at home you darted straight for your bedroom and turned on this song you found the other day. A minute in you felt the tears welling up. Muro-chin bursted through the door. You hadn’t even noticed he came in withe the music turned up. “____-chin? You’re crying. The music isn’t helping.” He strolled over and turned the music off, accompanying you, laying down right at your side. “What’s up?” You turned the music on again. “The song, its helping me cry. Please leave it.” Murasakibara nodded and handed you a chip.

Midorima: There is nothing better than a nice warm cup of hot chocolate on a chilly and rainy day. Midorima kneeled in front of the fireplace, fumbling to grab a measly match out of the box. His long fingers and large hands struggled to hold onto just one match, instead he would end up with six between his fingers. Frustrated with the original tactic he peered at the box, waiting a moment before he tipped it out on the carpet. He spread the matches out into two piles- the rest of the box and his one precious match. Feeling a bit proud of his thinking, he extended his fingers and pushed on the bridge of his glasses with the middle one. “Shintauro~, you make an excellent hot cocoa. The marshmallow was a good touch as well.” you noted, taking a few more sips, intermittently stirring the marshmallow around with your finger. Midorima lit the fire and placed a few hefty logs on top once the flame grew big enough, “I know your tastes nanodayo.” He stood up and went to the kitchen to make himself a mug as well. While in his absence you decided it was a decent time to play some music as well as read the next chapter of that book you started. “I’m putting on some music.” you called out while pressing play on the speaker, opening your book immediately after. As if meant to happen, the novel took a sad tone in queue with the music. Midorima walked back into the living room with his cup of cocoa, nearly spilling the hot contents on himself, “N-nano?! ____-san, so suddenly- why are there…..tears on your face?!” He jolted forward so his face was now directly in line with your, though this time his sudden movements caused some of the hot chocolate to spill on your chest. You jumped at the sudden spill. Midorima’s mouth gaped open, “Ah!  I’ll got get a rag, you just- you stop crying okay? If the book is too sad just make sure I’m around.”

[wasabi-duck]

reverse idol jungkook

i always write for jungkook and yoongi but lmao i like writing for them the best so here we go…

anyway im offended nobody wants to talk about the ketchup song, i bet jungkook wouldn’t play me like that

okay so this is a reverse idol au wow

which means that you’re an idol, wow, surprise

i think for all of them it would be fun to do different kind of groups but idk for this one im going with the flow

im debating whether to make everyone in a kpop group because i mean most of us probably don’t live in korea so like…

you’re in a pop group though, we can start there!! your group isn’t like super popular, but you just released a single that topped a lot of charts and so now you’re getting a lot of positive attention and a wave of new fans!!

jungkook has been a fan from the beginning though wow surprise…

he was probably the fan that got hooked back in the predebut days (so are you kpop??) and he was the one that made shitty gifs on his moms desktop and uploaded the to the good old tumblr

from the beginning you were his fave tho like there is no denying that

you had a certain charm about you, and you always seemed so pure and innocent and you always were so open with your other members

like throughout all your mini video diary updates, you were always the one making sure everyone in the group got adequate speaking time and got to talk!!

and you’re always helping the other members when they’re struggling with a dance move or with some lyrics, like it’s so obvious that you’re the one who makes sure the rest of your members feel comfortable with what they’re doing??

yah that’s you and wow jungkook has the hots for you

just like my dad thinks winwin is hotter than flames smh

your group at this point, maybe like, you’re just coming up to your year mark??

and jungkook has been loyal all 365 days of this year and he’s like

he makes a cake??

he like makes this cake and it looks awful and later yoongi chokes on it and has to go to patient first lmao yikes

but like he gets so excited about you guys hitting your year anniversary that he bakes this cake with lots of icing and twenty times more sprinkles than that right??

and he puts like happy 1 year in really crappy writing on the top with some icing and he puts whip cream on too it looks wild to say the least

and then he puts some candles on for like the birthday of your group wow

not like i do that or anything when my bias has a birthday,,, haha,,,

okay but he uploads a picture of the cake to twitter and tags you guys or whatever idk how twitter works, im stupid

but like a lot of other fans start retweeting it or something because while comical, the gesture is really cute and sweet and kind of touching??

jung-

when did i stop saying jeongguk did i say this already

anyway jungkook gets all flushed because wow there are a lot of people talking about his cake

and guess what guys

guess what the heck what

you of all people retweet the tweet and you add a comment like “omg this is the cutest thing, thank you so much sweetheart!!”

and jungkook checks his twitter

and he just kinda

he screams and he kinda doesn’t mean to but he throws his phone and he’s shrieking and his mom comes down like boy i will beat you with a candle if you don’t shut up and his brother records his meltdown

he calls jimin and tae and the three of them scream and cry together omg like tae and jimin are the hypemen while jungkook has a come apart

he probably is one of those people that walks when he’s excited so he’s on the phone doing laps around the house and his lil puppy is trailing along all excitedly

after three hours of talking to the boys (i remember when i used to talk on the phone for three hours omg) he heads up to his room

where he promptly goes to his shrine of your group and like cries over it and hugs all three of your mini albums to his chest

he probably has like seven posters of you omg can you imagine

he would be the one to get shy when like he changes and all the posters are staring at him or something…

oh his mom probably would like come in his room all the time and if your clothes were too tight or something, his mom would cover your poster in sticky notes and jungkook would be like “mom plz you don’t understand it’s a looK”

jungkook omg also we all know my boy can draw right

he would be one of the crazy good fanartists that posts his drawings of the group (but mostly you)

and after the cake incident, his work and art gets so much more attention like he becomes a fairly popular fanartist for your group

for his birthday btw, yoongi and hoseok come together to write the worst, most cliche, cringy reader insert fanfic of you for him and he keeps it under his pillow every night

okay but also after the cake incident, you kinda sorta stalked his twitter account and you flipped out over how amazing his artwork is and all your group members crack up because you can spend hours just checking out his account and trying to somehow low key print pictures of the art

im watching a documentary in spanish yikes sorry im distracted

okay anyway your group

your group announces like a special one year anniversary meet and greet to thank the fans who have supported you guys for this time and all

jungkook is in school when he gets the notification on twitter and he loses it in class like the world is caving in around him and his teacher sent him down to the principals office because he was causing controversy

oh btw his binders at school are probably cute collages of your group thanks bye everyone

okay anyway

tbh probably tells the principal about the meet and greet

and the principal just kinda “okay…”

jungkook goes home that day and he is on cloud nine right this boy is having the time of his life like his heart has never felt lighter and he has never felt more alive in his life

he practically skips home from school (like winwin did when they played duck duck goose someone hold me)

and he bursts through the door and the smile on his face is so wide and so bright that his brother goes and gets some sunglasses

and he’s like “mom, dad, guess what! they’re having a meet and greeT”

his parents kinda exchange looks and they’re kinda !!

“well how much is it honey?”

and jungkook’s smile falters because he knows that guess what, his family doesn’t really have that kind of money right now, and the only way that he managed to get all his albums and posters was because he’s been saving up birthday and new year’s money and all

and he keeps that same smile on his face because jungkook doesn’t share his emotions and jungkook doesn’t let people know how he’s really feeling and he doesn’t want his family to know that the air has literally been stolen from his lungs

he just kinda shrugs and his voice is all quiet and he’s like “oh… it’s nothing important, i shouldn’t have mentioned it. sorry.”

he heads upstairs before he starts crying because jungkook like really got his hopes up??

and your music really speaks to him and he’s kind of developed this emotional dependence on your group and you guys never fail to make him smile and you always get him up when he’s feeling down and he just wishes that maybe he could somehow tell you all how important you are to him and how much you’ve done for him through your music and all!!

he goes upstairs and he locks himself in the room he shares with his bro and he just cries into his pillow

it’s the weekend right and that next morning he doesn’t get out of bed and he doesn’t leave his room

he won’t even open his phone up because he doesn’t wanna see everyone talking about the meet and greet he can’t go to

he’s not mad at his parents or anything, he’s just defeated like he’s loved you (guys) from before day one and now the chance to express that is slipping through his fingers

boy howdy someone is not happy with this

it’s min yoongi

surprise

he’s like i cannot not let my love,,, i cannot let this happen

like jungkook had called jimin and tae eventually and cried to them and they immediately told the other boys

and yoongi was like oh heck no my baby gets what he wants

imagine the kermit meme but with yoongi

yoongi: i gotta show the boys im cool and poised and don’t give a shit

yoongi to yoongi: buy jungkook meet and greet tickets

tbh he totally plans on doing it

like he researches it all and he figures out when they’re going on sale and that night (it’s like a week after the entire meltdown), the boys wanna go out to the karaoke bar or something

and yoongi is like i’m at work

and namjoon is like wth you’re laying on our couch

and yoongi is like “did i stutter kim namjoon do you want me to shove a hairbrush down your throat when you’re sleeping”

i just burnt my peanut butter toast and i wanna die tbh anyway

yoongi gets them, surprise!! well one for jungkook but like you get it

and he’s so proud of himself he is like i am the best in the world all hail min yoongi, king of spoiling his friends

he wants to wait to give them to jungkook but he cannot hold the excitement in so one day he just kinda heads over to jungkook’s house and traipses on in and jungkook is doing his calculus homework or something

and yoongi just shoves the ticket in his face and jungkook blinks and then he slowly realizes what’s up and he stares at yoongi then bursts into happy tears

fudge you two havent even met

okay so the day of the event jungkook probably wears a bias shirt with your name on it and he is alive okay like he brings his albums and his drawings of you to give to you because lil bun wants to like impress you??

he probably writes a note to you as well talking about how happy you make him and he’s like wait that’s creepy but jin is like no my child, no it is perfect and beautiful just like you and then he kisses jungkook’s head

the boys wait outside the event and they all have matching bomber jackets and sunglasses to be the jungkook protection squad

jungkook dies when he gets in there right

like there’s so much noise and chattering and people and he’s so uncomfortable and stressed tbh and he doesn’t feel good like he starts to panic

what if he like embarrasses himself?? what if he makes a fool of himself in front of you?? what if he like passes out or something or like gleeks oN YOU OMG

he’s like dying in line but he can’t help but keep checking you out the entire time and you are even more gorgeous in person and you aren’t even up close and personal yet…

he feels like he’s gonna die but the boys keep texting him reassuring messages and all he starts to calm down

he’s gripping everything so tight his knuckles go white

omg his turn though

he talks to all the members because you are at the end and all

and he’s like so shy and flustered but he manages to talk to them and explain how h’es been a fan from the beginning of time and he talks about all the best songs on the album and his fave choreos!! and he’s so cute and his face is all red and bright and he’s so !!!

okay i have a spanish benchmark so i should be going but

he finally gets to you and he’s like wow time to kms

he can’t even breathe like you are five inches away from him, in the living flesh, smiling like an angel and -

he kinda plops his albums down on the table and he can’t break eye contact with you to save his life and you just kinda laugh and smile wider because he’s so cute and you’re so flattered that like wow look at this cute fan??

but then he slips the drawings your way and he’s rambling on about how cool you are and how you’ve really inspired him to try new choreography and all and how he thinks you’re the most angelic person and all this other stuff

and you’re like !!

and your heart is racing because most fans are like wow you’re so attractive i love you but he’s going in depth about like you as a person and that’s so touching??

all your band mates keep glancing at you guys like suspiciously

you notice the drawings and you’re like wth is tHIS i HAVe SeeN thEsE

“you’re the birthday cake boy omg!!”

jungkook’s eyes widen and his jaw drops because you just admitted you’ve been stalking his twitter and you immediately cover your mouth with your hands and you’re like wth is this,,, i wanna die… what

jungkook just blushes and nods and smiles that cute bunny smile and your heart melts because he’s so cute and sweet and wow this isn’t very good

security isn’t feeling it though and they’re ushering you on so you quickly do like

the idol grab hands thing and you interlace your fingers and smile down at him

“im really glad i met you”

and he’s about to #die because you are like talking about meeting hIM

and you sign his albums real fast and wink before security ushers him on

but then you’re like “wait, i never got your name!”

and he just “jungkook!!”

“I hope to see you again jungkook!!”

you wave and he’s pushed off by security

the boys are in the parking lot and they’re like wth man how did it go and jungkook has the thousand yard stare

jimin shakes his shoulders and tae starts yelling and yoongi is like time to throw down??

but jungkook gets this loopy smile and he’s like “wow i am in loVE. love love. like actual love. like marriage love”

namjoon rolls his eyes and jin is like “young mAN YOU ARE TOO YOUNG”

but tae and jimin are poking through his albums and stuff and tae screams and everyone looks at him and he kinda

“man look at this!!”

in the back of the album is “hey cutie, i think i wanna get to know you more. shit, that sounds weird. i guess im saying, hot chocolate your speed?”

and then this is totally against idol code but im making this au so um

it’s your number and a cute smiley face and heart and jungkook passes out on the sidewalk

and guess what you do get hot chocolate after that

and jungkook is all nervous and embarrassed and he hides behind his face half the time and you think it’s cute…

and you guys text all the time?? like always??

you leak him lyrics and dance vids all the time and he’s like my hero…

you two hang out whenever your schedule permits but he still gets super shy whenever the other members of your group are over omg

they always tease you two as like scandalous and all but you really like jungkook!!

you like him enough to dedicate,,, a love song to him,,, on your first full album,,,

and like one day your group is on a talk show and the host is like so anyone, how about those relationships,,,

and you’re like well my boyfriend and i are-

and you’re like oH SHIT

and the boys are huddled around jungkook’s laptop, watching, and jungkook’s heart shatters because you have a boyfriend… since when…

and yoongi is like pal,,, buddy,,, amigo,,, it’s yOU

you guys officially get together in the dance studio really cheesy with help from your group mates and it’s so nice and wonderful and you guys always kiss and cuddle when you’re supposed to be rehearsing oops,,,