#it just kinda feels the most homey/familiar???

[crystallizsch]

(edit: aaaah i saw you tag me @oya-oya-okay but i've done it already!! thank you so much though!! 🥺🙏💕)

💛 My favourite 💛

TWISTED WONDERLAND

[siri-ike]

Empty chapter 5

DP X DC crossover fic

First chapter 4

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Lately, there's been an uptick in unusual reports. The mysterious 'the air beat the crap out of me' claims have risen by 700%. In the last 6 months. Some reported seeing a smile or green light. Others said they heard a child like laugh right before they were knocked out. By all accounts, this one seemed impossible. Which is why J'onn J'onzz was called in.

He'd called back all the witnesses from the latest month to re interview them since the regular police didn't have the same 'advanced' techniques he had. It was as he thought. The police had ignored these cases because they were happening during active crimes like muggings or barbrawls. Later, it was gang members. 'Why should we stop something if it's making our job easier. But in the past 2 weeks, the m.o. has changed. It started attacking people in their homes. The reports all say it was unprovoked, but J'ohn had a feeling it wasn't.

During the interviews, he watched their memories play out. Most of them were consistent. They were at home and got beat up by nothing. Some did see the same sharp toothed smile, sometimes it was in the air, sometimes it was on whoever was with them. But there was one major detaileach of them conveniently forgot to mention. These people weren't innocent like most of them had insisted. They had each been in the midst of hitting their spouses or children.

All except the latest one. Gerald Crane.

Who had been giving his son some sort of gas so he could have specific blood samples. Which, as J'onn knows better than most, is exactly how you get a supervillain.

This is deffinetly a person. With intentions and motives. And they're escalating.

"Hay Johnny, how's the ghost case?" Calls one of the uniformed officers in the bullpen. "Or is it aliens?" He continues to mock to the delight of other officers. J'onn doesn't even look up. Their approval is worth nothing. "Hey, maybe it's some African mumbo jumbo." Another one adds.

"That's enough." A third voice interrupts. This time, J'onn bothers to look away from his files. "Shut up, Gordon." "Yeah this doesn't concern you." They both demand. "Does it concern my fists out back?" He threatened. The other two backed down after that, and reading their minds, J'onn learned that this new recruit had a history of being unbeatable in a fist fight.

How crass.

The young man eagerly sat down in front of him. "Hi, i was assigned to help you with your case. I'm James Gordon, but everyone calls me Jim. " He said with an outstretched hand. J'onn had seen this before. Humans like to touch hands when they greet. He hesitantly mimicks the others' actions, who grabs it firmly and shakes. "I heard you get all whe weirdest cases. One day, that's gonna be me. I intend to use this opportunity to learn everything I can." He says with a genuine smile on his face. Those have been rare since coming to Gotham. And having someone who's familiar with this city could be very useful. But... J'onn solves cases by reading minds. How's he supposed to explain that?

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He's learned a lot in the last 6 months. For starters, he can now distinguish which emotion is which. First, he could just follow the sudden just that comes with unexpected fear. That one's very easy to find. Then he got it to specifically the fear of a known but unexpected threat. But after a while, the fear became stale. It just didn't fill him up like before.

Not like dread. Now, dread was a different story. Knowing you're not safe even in your own home. Knowing you can't ask for help. Knowing you can't fight back. It was enough to make his mouth water.

But this last one. It didn't feed him like the others did. The boy was terrified. But something about it didn't feel right. Like it was artificial or something. The base ment lab, too. It didn't feel right. Or rather, it felt too right? So much weird glowing science equipment. It felt, kinda,

Homey

For the first time since he came to this city, he actually felt tired? Safe? No. This wasn't safety. But it was a belonging.

Something in the back of his mind kept nagging at him. Everywhere he looked had more familiar objects. Vials of green goo flash in his head, but it's not the same ones he sees in this room. The large industrial steel door entrance prompted pictures of a rounder steel arch. "No! Stop it!" A pair of leather gloves gets replaced with one's made of metal. They hurt. A row of syringes hang on a wall. "Please, dad, stop!" He cried desperately. "Please."

"Why are you in my dads lab?" A reserved yet stern voice asks.

He looks up through teary eyes and beholds the blurry figure in the stairs.

"Jazz?"

He wipes his eyes and takes a better look. A young boy, no older than 13, with long, messy red hair, stands in the stairs. Staring directly at him.

"My name's Johnny. Who are you?" He still wastes no time with pleasantries.

Good question. The last few months have at least proven one thing. He's definitely real. He exists.

"I don't know." Says the teenager sitting hunched over on the floor.

"Did my dad bring you here? Is that why you broke his jaw and arm and pushed him down the stairs from the second floor and then dragged him to the basement door and pushed him down these stairs?"

"I'm sorry you saw that." He remorses

"I didn't see it, I had to tell it over and over to the doctors, nurses, police, detectives, lawyer, insurance people, and those weirdos in the white suits."

Chapter 6

[delulu-is-da-solulu]

𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓽.:｡+•

Pt. 1

2k12 Donnie x reader

Angst with a (kinda) happy ending

TW!!! mentions of suicide

People would get on you about grades, you won’t have to deal with crippling loneliness, no one in your family can lecture you on how you need to get better, you wouldn’t need to think about your future. Those are all problems for living people, you wouldn’t be one of those… but there is one thing that’s in the way.

Watching and reading fantasy, and romance has lead to quite the imagination. You’ve been told all your life how amazing of an artist you were, and the millions of stories you’ve written and OC’s. You could make something amazing, if you managed to survive this dark time everything else will be pure bliss. Key word if.

you decided you’ve spent enough time rotting in bed so you decided to go on a walk. It was the middle of December and snowing, so you put on a big winter coat that radiated warmth. After grabbing your keys and headphones, you started walking.

It had to be under 20 degrees, even with gloves on your hands were freezing. But for the most part everything was calm, it was the weekend so you’d see a bunch of kids playing in the snow with their parents not too far. It was nice seeing stuff so purely domestic, two people in love with each other and an energetic kid that only worries about toys and video games. You remember when you were that kid… but it’s been a long time since then, and you can’t go back.

“What is that?” You mutter to yourself, you feet start to move quicker, trying to get through the alley as fast as possible but then you see it and you scream. “r-Rats!” A wave of rodents zoom by you filling up every street and they’ve started to run at you. Not finding any good place to hide you jump on a garbage bins and you reach for the ladder but it’s jammed. You jump multiple times trying to reach the first escape and you got it, using all of your strength you managed to pull yourself up onto it.

You watch in horror as rays of all kinds start to infest the streets. Like everyone know new York has a rat problem but who knew it was this bad!? You start to bang on the window, hoping that the people who lived there were home but you were left with no response. You were left in the cold, holding yourself with guards of rats coming and more in their way. the one time you go out.

You’ve lost track of time you don’t know how long you’ve been out, but you need to give it one last shot. You get up and bang on the window again… nothing, in defeat you stumble back and you lean on the railing. You hear simmering a screw mabey, but then you start falling. As you head slowly start to approach the concrete you’ve accepted your fate. Your life want bad, not all of it, but you’d be lying to say it was good.

But at least when they find your body, they’ll know how cute your outfit was.

You close your eyes prepping for Impact, but you pass out.

Everything’s so warm, you don’t know the afterlife was gonna be this pleasant. You couldn’t care about a thing at the moment you’re just enjoying yourself, but you hear a splash and you open your eyes.

You’re in a bath, the bathroom has concrete walls but you can’t tell they tried to make it feel homey. The cute bath curtain with turtles on it proves that. As you’re looking around your heart the door open.

“Are you awake? I heard the water splashing so you must be.” The voice is familiar to you, but you can’t remember where you’ve heard it.

“Yes… am I dead?” Even though this isn’t what uno thought the after life would look like, there’s probably more behind the curtain.

“What!? No, luckily you’re not dead. We were really scared though Leo caught you just in time, you were like hurdling towards the ground. And Donnie said you got hypothermia, we’ve been super careful not to make the water too hot or cold.”

“Oh uhh thank you, can I get a towel, and my clothes?” you felt bad asking but they did strip you and take you some place you’ve never been, but they did save you so that also needs to be taken into account.

“They’re on the counter, but I do need to ask you to do one thing.”

“O- okay?” You got a little nervous, a random person takes you to a random place and nose they want something from you.

“If you could put the mask on it would be appreciated.” You could hear the nervousness in her voice and you were stunned.

After the initial shock you swung the shower curtain to the side to see the perv who stripped you and is now asking you to put on a mask. But you recognize that pervs red hair and outfit, “April?”

During middle school the two of you had some classes together, you were never friends but you knew each other.

“Hi (Y/N) long time no see, did you- did you move schools?” Her trying to make small talk while averting her eyes makes you realize you just flashed her.

You cover you self up and shrink into a ball. “OMG April I’m sooo sorry, I forgot, I’m not a creep I promise!”

“No no you’re fine, but get dressed and put in the mask.”

“I still don’t get why?”

She pause for a moment trying to make up an excuse, “my friends are super ugly, and they don’t line people looking at them, so you need to put it on.”

“April, no offense but you’re really bad at lying, it doesn’t take two minutes for otome who are telling the truth to get out whatever they need to say. Unless they have a speech impediment.”

She sighs in defeat, “you just can’t look at them okay, please just trust me.”

“Fine.” She leaves the bathroom and you dry off and get dressed. Lastly you put on the purple mask she gave you. You knock on the door, April I’m done.

“Great.” she races your hand and leads you out of the bathroom, and you start to realize everything smells like shit.

“A- apRil.” You start wheezing, “why does it smell so bad?” You cover your mouth with your hands,

“Yeah I know it smells bad, you’ll get over it.”

You hear a bunch of people talking, you can make out some words.

“So she’s not dead?”

“No numbnuts, April just said she was fine.”

“Are you sure? She felt like ice bro!”

“I know a carried her here.”

“Guys shut up, it doesn’t matter what she was like, Aprils friend is now safe.”

“Do you think April thinks I’m cool now?”

“Why would she think that?”

“Because I just saved her friend from freezing to death. I was the only reason why she didn’t lose any body parts, you guys were just there for moral support.”

“Raph do you think Donnie will ever face reality?”

“Little brother I wish I knew the answer to that.”

“I’m alive!” You scream from the hallway, and they all stop talking. “Wow they seemed so concerned until I relived them of their worry.”

“They’re just shy. Boys, say hi.”

“Hi Aprils friend.” Three of them say but one rushes up to you.

“Hi, I’m Mickey! What’s your name?” His hand was huge compared to yours, and you always thought your hands were bigger than average. But as quickly as her graves you he’s pulled away just as fast.

“Mickey you can’t just grab her, we already have her blindfolded she’s gonna think we’re weird. And she’s Aprils friend if she thinks w-“

“Donnie you are weird. If we take the blind fools off once she leaves the lair, what’s the point of her having it on? She could just come back here and see us!”

“Well Raph! It’s not good to shock a person after a near death experience, let them recoup first.”

“I’ll be-“

They keep on talking, and talking and you take a couple steps back and you start to fall AGAIN.

You can smell pizza and the back of your head hurts, “fuck…” you take off the blindfold to see what you landed on a box of pizza and the couch was in a pit, that’s how you fell. You look up and everyone’s staring at you in shock. “I’m fine,” you stand up, and walk back towards April. “look April this was really nice but I think I’m gonna go.” You turn to the turtles, “thanks for taking care of me, I really appreciate you guys not letting me die.”

You start to walk out of the living room, but instead of a door there’s turnstiles, then you look back at them. April and four green guys with huge hands. Your eyes keep darting between April and the turtles, you rush back to the group and look at all of them closer than take a big step back.

“April. Why are your friends green, and scaley? Looking at them is disturbing and uncanny as fuck, but it isn’t scary and that scares me even more.” Your hands start to shake slightly, and you can’t stop staring at the turtles.

“Hey , hey calm down we’re not gonna hurt you.” The one with the blue mask walk up and tries to sooth you.

“I understand that, but you literally have swords on your back.” *you point to his katana*

“Uh-“ her looks over his shoulder and grabs one of his swords, “I- I won’t use them. We only hurt bad guys.”

“YEAH, so unless you’re a foot goon, you’re completely safe.”

“Yeah, Raph wouldn’t lie, he see’s no point to do so.” Donnie chuckled as he took hold of your hand, with a huge grin that looks like it hurts on his face. “any friend of Aprils is welcome here, and if you need anything just ask me.” His brothers look at him annoyed,

“Donnie what are you doing?” Raph crossed his arms, in irritation.

“I’m just being friendly to our new friend.”

“Your friendliness is kinda making me uncomfortable…”

He quickly swiped his hand back in embarrassment, while looking at April, her expression not changing once. “Oh, well, I… sorry, I’m sorry.” He steps back and sits on the couch.

“Sorry, our brother is weird.”

“Well as leader I think I should introduce everyone. I’m Leo, the one in the red is Raph, the one who basically jumping off the walls is Mickey, and that one back there is Donnie.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Do you like skateboards, or video games, Pizza you need to like pizza!?”

Well this is fun, within a couple hours you saw a stampede of rats, almost froze to death, and met green people who are turtles. If your life can’t be filled with joy, at least it can be exciting.

Hai hai, if you made it to this point thank you soo much for reading. This will be a series so if you wanna read the next chapter then you should follow. Byyyy <<33

[vintaqespce]

Rekindle(Drukkari x F!reader) Part 2

Summary: Me and Makkari venture around the world, until we run into someone who we loved dearly.

Warnings: Follows most of the eternals movies besides what I add in so SPOILER WARNING, Some fluff, some angst, Typical movie violence, my first time writing, not proof read.

Information about you: You are the goddess of witchcraft, magic(you can imagine it as wandas powers but a different color), the moon, ghosts, and necromancy.

*"*=sign language (forgot to mention in the first part)

This part is kinda short since I have to prepare for exams coming up.

Makkari and I have been traveling for quite some time now after the eternals spilt. We went to many places, our favorite being, Paris. It was nice to see less war, and more love spreading. We wished that Druig could be here to witness it with us.

As we travel from country to country, continent to continent, stopping for festivities all the time, we've grown closer, much more closer than we originally had. But that one section of our hearts were still empty, waiting for it to become whole again. *"Were else do you want to go now?"* I had signed to Makkari. She had pondered for a moment and then signed *"Brazil"* with a wide smile. *"Alrighty then. Let's go."*

Normally a boat would need to be taken to get across the ocean, but we are eternals with powers so our means of travel is, well, Makkari.

I hang onto Makkaris shoulders. *"You ready?"* Makkari asks with a grin. I lift my feet off the ground and nod my head. And then we're off. The cool breeze hits my face and it's always so refreshing. This always feels me with such joy, knowing that I can always rely on her, knowing that she will always be here with me.

Within the minute we are already there. I wish it didn't always end so fast but, that's Makkari for you. *"Thank you. I'll never get tired of that."* I sign to Makkari. *"No problem. It's always fun to have to do that with me."* Makkari signs in response.

Hand in hand we start walking around. There doesn't seem to be many people, so we just take in the quiet and the atmosphere, relishing in the comfort and company of each other. On our walk we pass by pretty little flowers. Our 3rd time seeing one, I snuck one behind my back while Makkari was distracted admiring the trees in all of their glory.

*"For you m'lady."* I sign handing her the flower while bowing. *"You're so sweet. Thank you!"* Makkari signs with a bright smile taking it from me. I take her hand and kiss the back off it. We continue our walk for a while and we noticed a small little village up ahead. There seemed to be some people out so I decided to go up and ask about the place. It looked quite homey.

As me and Makkari look for someone who doesn't look quite busy, I hear an all to familiar accent behind me. "Well look who it is. The beautiful, beautiful Makkari and Y/N."

"Druig." Is all I could manage say. Two shocked, confused, and teary expressions appearing on both Me and Makkaris faces, our hearts aching as we look at the man standing right in front of us.

[kuroowo]

The meeting

- Osamu x GN!Reader

Summary - Meet cute with his favourite customer outside of work.

Genre - Fluff & Pining

Note - @/jameisname on ao3 commented how they “kinda wanna see a meet cute kinda deal” following The favourite and I finally had an idea of how to write it, so here it is! Check out the bottom of my tags for more tid-bits!

WC - 1241

Part 1 - The favourite // Masterlist

Miya Osamu really likes grocery shopping. It’s an activity that brings him a more relaxed kind of enjoyment, filling him with a sense of comfort and subdued excitement as he peruses down isles and isles of his favourite thing — food. And what’s better than shopping for food in his cozy, tattered hoodie and homey sweatpants on a Sunday afternoon?

The free samples.

Kiosk after kiosk of bite-sized food bits laid out before his eyes, all packed in makeshift cups or little sticks, calls out his name like a siren singing to lost pirates in the open sea. Lost in his eagerness to try Me*ji’s Chocol*te’s new limited edition flavour, Osamu’s tunnel vision failed to notice another hand coming up to grab the same sampler. It wasn’t until his hand bumping into the other that he was broken out of his trance. An apology was already on the tip of his tongue when he draws back, but when he looks up into a familiar set of eyes, he feels any and all attempt at speaking fall into silence.

Osamu’s eyes widen and his lips cracked apart in surprise instead when the realisation that it was your hand, you, his favourite customer (and crush, let’s not forget about that), that he’d bumped into settles in. Suddenly, he’s hyper aware of the seam-ripped hole on his outstretched sweater sleeve, and for once in his life he wished that he cared about his appearance all the time, much like Atsumu does. Maybe then his cheeks wouldn’t be burning a faint pink right now. But then he sees you recognising him as well, eyes brightening up before telling him, “Oh, hello! I’m so sorry about bumping into your hand, and... uhm... I just wanna say thank you for doing what you’re doing and making really delicious food at Onigiri Miya. It’s honestly the best onigiris I’ve ever had, so thank you so much.”

Instantly, Osamu forgets all about his sweater hole and worn-out sweats and instead, his mind is now filled with only your highly sung praise for the food that he makes — his life’s passion. For a second there, he thinks he feels an arrow being shot through his heart, and at this point, he relishes in this. In your praise. In you.

“Thanks. It makes me real happy hearin’ you say that.”, and Osamu is super sure that there’s a bright blush raging red on his cheeks now, an easy smile settling on his lips that he’s probably going to be wearing until the end of time. God, he’s practically glowing right now with how happy he feels. But then his stupid mouth moves on its own and before he can even process it, Osamu blurts out, “Ya got the cutest way of showing how much you like my food too.”

“Eh?”, your eyes widen as you stared at him in surprise, feeling heat creeping up to your face at this revelation. You honestly didn’t think he’d notice this habit of yours, seeing as the restaurant has an abundance of customers, let alone tell you to your face that he thinks that it’s cute.

“Eh?”, Osamu parrots with a slight tilt of his head, confused at your reaction until he realised what he’d just confess to you. He feels himself pale and blush simultaneously at the admission, now holding himself his own funeral in his mind’s eye after his astral form gives himself the beat down of the century, surrounded only by his internal screams of agony while drowning in his own tears like the dumbass fool that he is. Here lies the biggest idiot in the world is carved into his mental tombstone. Osamu’s anguish is furthered by his own brain betraying him, slapping him with the memory of that stupid bet he made with his twin in high school. A bet that Atsumu is now most likely going to win because you probably think he’s a whole creep and a half. But when he comes back to reality to apologise (again), he finds that the words are stuck (again) as he’s met with the sight of you giggling into your hand, your eyes revealing a sparkling giddiness behind its shyness and mirth. The feelings of his own idiocy is pushed back as Osamu faintly feels another arrow being shot through his pounding heart.

“My name’s Miya Osamu.”, he says, a little breathily, when your laughter dies down and you show him that beautiful smile of yours — one that he’s learned to associate everything beautiful with. He hopes he doesn’t sound too detached or iffy because the last thing he needs right now is to actually scare you off because he couldn’t keep it together long enough to introduce himself to his favourite-customer-slash-crush like a normal human being. But then your smile grows and you reciprocate the introduction, and he’s sure that this is what it must be like to be blessed by every single God of Luck in existence.

“Are you shopping for groceries?”, you continue, still smiling at him. Osamu has to mentally slap the back of his head upright to snap out of it, to not get lost in staring at you and your gorgeous smile, reminding himself that he was in public (in a grocery store he frequents too) and that you were waiting for his answer.

“Uh-huh. You too?”, he replies, hoping for a chance to prolong this moment with you and perhaps, maybe even be presented with an opening for him to finally make that move on you. He’s been dying to for awhile now, and he feels like dropping to his knees to say thanks for whichever deity who heard his wishes because Osamu does get that chance, that opening, when you nod your head at him. For a brief moment, he has to remind himself to focus again, to seize the opportunity and not to waste it by getting lost in how cute you are with everything you do, even when it’s something as simple as a nod.

“Do you wanna shop ‘round with me?”, the inside of Osamu’s head has ‘please say yes’ playing on repeat like a broken record, waiting for your answer as his heart pounds in his suddenly-too-tight rib cage. Pickin’ where to open up a new branch was less nerve wracking, he thinks. But then you do say yes, smiling all sweet and eyes shining so bright, and he can’t help but respond with fists clenching in excitement and a boyish grin.

“Yes!”, Osamu tries to whisper to himself, but fails as it comes out louder than he’d anticipated. Whatever, he can’t find it in him to be embarrassed right now, not with this wonderful turn of events.

“What’s on your list?”, he asks, enthusiasm and excitement as clear as day in his voice, in his smile, in the way he simply looks at you, and you can’t help but chuckle at his excitability. Just like how you can’t help when your own cheeks heat up a little too from how happy your crush seems to be at the prospect of grocery shopping with you.

Osamu walks off to one of the isles with you on his left as you discuss your shopping lists with each other, smiles beaming and eyes glittering at one another. Leaving behind all but one forgotten sales promoter who finally lets out a grumbling breath.

“Right in front of my free samples...”

[thatonecoryosimp]

The Devil's Mercenary Technoblade X Reader pt. 4

Hey y'all, got an idea from snake anon for this part. This'll be a kinda short chapter.

Date: September 19, 2021.

Series Masterlist

Pt. 5

The shower wasn't as awkward as I thought it'd be. We kept our eyes away from each other, but that didn't mean I didn't catch glances. His pupils were slightly blown every time I looked over to him, they sometimes... wandered...

I can't say I'm completely innocent either, can you blame me though? The man is huge, it's almost impossible not to notice. I Can't help but wonder how that would feel sliding between my legs.

I rushed to change into my clothes, cowering away from the thoughts I had. We walked back out into the main area, Tech was still drying his hair, his hands were traveling through his hair. They were so big, his fingers were long and slender, just perfect for pleasuring me with.

I really need to get it together, he's just a man, just a hot, half piglin man. Oh, dear gods.

"The bedroom's this way," he mumbled as he started walking towards another door, it creaked just like the one we walked in through.

"How old is this place?" I question as I took in the room we stood in. The floor was rickety old birch wood, contrasting the dark oak in the main house. The chairs were worn out, and the walls were peeling in some places. There were two beds just like he promised, one of them was covered in a white sheet, and the other was actually pretty nice, it looked relatively new like it had just been made.

"About as old as me," he answered as he went to grab the white tarp.

"So a couple millenniums?"

"Funny."

I smirked and rolled my eyes, "Which one am I sleeping on?" He pointed towards the uncovered bed and I smiled. Sounded good to me. I plopped down just as he pulled the covering off.

Dust went flying and he started coughing. I slightly glared at him as I went to lay down, "Rather homey this place is."

"Fuck off."

"Oh wow, the Blood God using mature language, what would Philza say?"

"Do you know how to shut up?"

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

He huffed out a single laugh, "You're something."

"I am indeed," I laughed as I plopped back on the bed. Techno sat, carefully moving his body into a laying position. I leaned over to turn off the lamp between us when I heard something snap, followed by a loud thud.

I looked over to see Tech laying on the floor grumbling to himself. his cheeks were pink, and his hair was frazzled and curling in every direction. A loud laugh bubbled from my throat as I looked at him laying on the floor. My eyes teared up as I doubled over in the bed.

His coughing brought me out of my fit, I looked at him, trying to regain my composure, only to lose it again as I saw the glare he was shooting at me.

"Jesus man, can't even lay in a bed right." He glowered at me and mumbled something I couldn't understand. I looked at the wooden frame of the bed, apparently, I was right about the furniture, shit was so old it couldn't take it anymore. I felt slightly bad as he began to make his bed on the floor, trying to salvage the mattress.

I debated with myself for a second, before gathering my humanity, "Do you wanna come up here with me? The floor might just break too," the seriousness and the humor mixed together well, especially in this situation.

He looked between the mattress and the bed, I shuffled over, trying to sway his decision. He huffed before clambering to lay in the bed with me. I made sure to put as much distance between the two of us as I could.

"Night," I mumbled as I rolled over.

"G'night," he responded gruffly, as he turned out the light.

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The walls of a Nation stood above the war raging on, holding strong against the sieges of arrows that flew towards the people inside. Wilbur held onto Tommy and me tight. His arms never swaying as the tears clouded his vision.

Despite the circumstances I was in, I had never felt so safe, and I knew, L'manburg was my home.

Everything began to fade, the shouts and cries of yelling became more and more distant. I was walking, searching for something no doubt. What was I searching for?

"Well hello there, beautiful," my body turned on its own, my hand immediately falling to my belt. The sword unsheathed and I glared at the man standing before me.

"What do you want?" Such familiar words...

I could almost see the smile that grew on his lips, "I was looking for you."

"Me?"

"Mhm, you. I wanted to speak to you."

"Spit it out man, I don't have time to play your game."

"Always so firey, I see why Wilbur adores you. I have an... idea... to bring to your attention."

"An idea?"

"Consider it nothing but a business transaction, I want you... to kill for me."

My eyes widened, then closed, and bellowing laughter fell from my lips, "You-you're nuts," I wheeze. He didn't seem to be laughing though... I straightened up, my features losing all sign of laughter, "Really Dream, why would I work for you?"

He smiled, I know he did, I don't have a way to prove it, but he did, "Because I can give you what you crave most," his voice was smooth, silky, as he stalked towards me. His arm made its way around my waist, and the other arm made it way to my face, hand gently cupping my cheek, "Attention."

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It was too cold, he was only half awake, and it was still the early hours of the morning. He didn't care who he had just cuddled up against, he couldn't care less who his arms had just wrapped around, and he didn't know the person he pulled onto his chest was you. Maybe if he had known, he would have cared more, but right now, he was content being warm.

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Well, that's part four done. I'm pretty happy with it. I still haven't thought out the full extent of the reader and Dream's relationship, but I will say he's quite protective over them. Thoughts for pt. 5? Suggestions? Speak now or forever hold your peace ;)

[kyuuppi]

Here's for the Blueflame of my soul 💙🖤, Dabi.

Violet, Petunia, Tulip, Lily, Aster, Wisteria, Delphinium, Carnation, Camellia, Daisy, Dusty Miller, Zinnia

Not me blushing over your kindness. 💞💞💞

💛, Ry

Oh god I struggled with this. I don't think I really know enough about Dabi. I excluded the ones I was really unsure about, sorry. :,)

❁ Tulip — What is their love language?

Physical touch!

He doesn’t think he’s very good with words and he’s often too busy to spend much time with his s/o (or just fears being around them will put them in danger) so small moments of brief touches are how he both shows his s/o he cares and reminds himself that this is real

Not super into pda or cuddling but he’ll occasionally hold his s/o’s hand, gently brushing his calloused thumb against the back of their palm or sweetly kiss their forehead before he has to leave for a mission

❁ Lily — What type of love language they like?

I feel like Dabi’s love language would be words of affirmation

Like he’s so used to being demonized by the public (or berated by his father) that when his s/o freely offers him praise, rather than insult, Dabi gets caught a little off guard and his heart melts just a bit

❁ Aster — How they are like? They change when their S/O is around?

I don’t think Dabi really changes as a person around his s/o but, if they’ve been together long enough and he trusts them, they’ll definitely see a side of him others never see

Gentle smiles, affectionately teasing remarks, silent moments of vulnerability

❁ Wisteria — Would they get jealous easily?

Dabi is, unfortunately, familiar with how it feels to not be good enough and to have love and affections taken from him

Because of that, I think he’d be really protective of his relationship but not in the sense that he’d blindly attack anyone who talks to his s/o

He might purposefully show off or glare at the person talking to his s/o in a way that makes them squirm

But, if anything, he’s more likely to get angry and put up walls when he feels like his s/o is being stolen from him

The type to snap at his s/o, “if you think he’s so great go fuck him instead” and instantly regret it

❁ Delphinium — What are their favourite things to do to their S/O?

I…I feel like many of them would be very not sfw LOL

On a lighter note, he seems like the type to just like to chill on the couch and watch Squid Game or something with his s/o

When it comes to his romantic relationships, he prefers simple comforts over extravagance

I could also see him as the type to like bar or club dates, just vibing in an isolated corner of the room, mumbling to his s/o over the heavy bass of the music or maybe languidly dancing with his hands on their hips

❁ Carnation — What are their favourite thing their S/O does to them?

He just likes being taken care of…

It’s such a foreign and new but comforting thing to him

Shampoo his hair in the bath, cook him a warm meal, massage his sore muscles

❁ Camellia — Little things they do.

Dabi plays with his s/o’s fingers when stressed or thinking about something!!

Doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, even as he stares down at their hands, zoned out as he gently pinches at their knuckles

❁ Daisy — How is living with them like?

His s/o probably gets to spend most of the day alone in an apartment--great if they’re an independent introvert...otherwise, it can get kinda lonely

Because he doesn’t spend much time at home, he doesn’t see much need for frivolous things like decorations and only owns the necessities. Even if he doesn’t say it, he would appreciate if his s/o tried to make the place more “homey” with colorful furniture and decor

❁ Dusty miller — How is making out with them?

Dabi’s kisses are pretty versatile

Sometimes it’s a lazy make-out session, sloppy and languid

Other times he’s intense, seeming intent to take the breath from his s/o’s very lungs as his own

In the beginning of the relationship, Dabi probably avoided being very physical. He assumed his s/o would be put-off by his rough, burnt skin and stitches. Only after his s/o made the first move would Dabi be comfortable with taking the lead and kissing them senseless

❁ Zinnia — How they are in bed?

Unpopular opinion but I think Dabi is capable of being sensual and (somewhat) gentle when he’s with someone he truly loves

He likes positions where they face each other.. He likes to watch their reactions, whether he’s gently rocking into them with hushed words of appreciation or slamming into them with a hand tightly wrapped around their neck

Can be very sadistic; he absolutely loves taunting his s/o, embarrassing them until their eyes are watery (but the way their hips continue to clumsily match his pace assures him they enjoy it more than they’d admit)

🌼this event has ended🌼

[clementinesjourney]

I'll even be a clown.. cause I just wanna amuse ya...

AN: Still stuck on the series's storyline.. And i freaking love Mäneskin.. sooooo i thought i'll bring them into my little universe as well while still keeping our Buck around. Tell me if you like this kind of thing or not. <3

Warnings: none

Words: 1,5 K

Pairing: Bucky x singer!reader

Summary: Reader is a singer who has a great friendship with the band Mäneskin, who are coming to New York for a concert, and would love to have her sing with them on stage. Thats when Bucky realizes why was the girl at the bar so familiar..

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Wanda liked Mäneskin ever since she saw them in Italy. They were young, sexy, fun and talented as hell. So when she saw the ads of them coming to NY she had to get tickets for the whole gang. Bucky wasn't so happy, but what could he do. He preferred the 40's music still, but might as well give it a go, maybe he will enjoy it.

Soon enough the day of the concert came, the others were all over the place, Bucky was quietly sitting at the bar, playing with his whiskey, swirling it around in the glass.

-Do you usually just play with your drinks, all lonely in bars? - a cheerful voice asked next to him. He looked it's owner up and down. A pair of black Dr. Martens, black stockings, highwaisted black leather shorts, black mesh top, with a lacy burgundy bra underneath, golden chains in her neck, red, naturally wavy hair, a smile to die for, and damn those vibrant green eyes.

-Staring at strangers a little to long as well, i see - you said chuckling, signalling the bartender that you wanna order. - i'll have a gin-soda with lime and one of whatever he's drinking.

He was still just staring at you.

-Thank you it's reallly flattering, but you can close your mouth now. Don't be a creep.. - you winked. - Cheers. - You clinked your glass to his, sipping into it.

- i-im sorry.. - he said absolutely stunned how open you were.

- Hi sorry, i'm sober. - you chuckled, sipping more of your drink, enjoying the taste.

-You're crazy. - he said chuckling, running a hand through his hair.

- Oh shut up everybody is.. C'mon the show's starting. - you said, grabbing his dogtags, making him follow you to the middle of the crowd, dancing around to the beat.

The first few songs went in a blur, he danced with you to all of them. From the corner Wanda and Sam kept an eye on you two.

-He doesn't have a clue who he's dancing with does he? - shouted Wanda into Sam's ear over the music.

-Even i don't have a clue. Why?

Just wait and see. - shouted Wanda while giggling, sipping her wine.

The song ended, when the singer started to scan the crowds with the other musicians while talking.

-We have a dear old friend in the crowd, and we thought we couldn't miss this opportunity to sing and party with her again. The next song is one i always tried to seduce her with, wonder why never did it work.. he said chuckling obviously making a joke, making the women in the front rows melt. - please welcome one of our dearest friend and most amazing singer in NY city with the same warmth.. (Y/N).. come on in here you old hag.. - he said while clapping for you.

Without a word you left Bucky there right in the middle. He couldn't process what was happening.

You hopped on the stage, waving at the people, quickly hugging and kissing the band. You were then facing the crowd, smirking at Bucky, you gave him a wink as the singer came up right into your face from the side as he started to sing.

I wanna be your slave I wanna be your master I wanna make your heart beat Run like rollercoasters I wanna be a good boy I wanna be a gangster 'Cause you can be the beauty And I could be the monster I love you since this morning Not just for aesthetic I wanna touch your body So fucking electric I know you scared of me You said that I'm too eccentric I'm crying all my tears And that's fucking pathetic.

You were now facing him, taking over dancing around him, with him. You were glowing, you were having the time of your life being able to sing with your friends again.

I wanna make you hungry Then I wanna feed ya I wanna paint your face Like you're my Mona Lisa I wanna be a champion I wanna be a loser I'll even be a clown Cause I just wanna amuse ya I wanna be your sex toy I wanna be your teacher I wanna be your sinner I wanna be a preacher I wanna make you love me Then I wanna leave ya 'Cause baby I'm your David And you're my Goliath.

You were putting on a show, just as you used to back when you lived in Italy. When you nearly kissed, Bucky felt a pang in his chest. He just met you yet you had him around your finger from the first minute. In a spare moment you saw how his jaw clenched at how close Adamo was to you. Smirking, you know the handsome stranger will certainly take you home now.

The concert finished, and Bucky found himself drinking at the bar alone again, hoping you'd find him again somehow. And that is what you did.

-(y/n) by the way. - You said holding your hand for him to shake, with the biggest smile on your face.

-Bucky. - He took it, and his hand lingered on yours a little longer. - Can i buy you a drink?

- You can. - you said with a smirk. He was handsome you thought. You wouldn't mind having a bit of fun with him tonight.

The next hour you two were talking, getting to know eachother. It was time that the place closes, so you grabbed your leather jacket and went out.

-Do you wanna talk a bit more? I-i'm sorry if it sound lame. i'm kinda rusted in this department... But i would really like to spend some more time with you.. - He said while running a hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his head. He was nervous and you found it unbearably cute.

-It depends... do you have anything to drink while we're doing the ' talking'? - you tried to hint on having a bit more fun than talking. It wasn't that you were sleeping with every man you could, but you were set on the idea that whatever a man can do without shame so can women. You loved to live freely, doing whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. And if it was a god-like handsome man you met at a concert, then hell so be it.

-I'm sure i can find something.. - He said with a smile. You saw how he calmed knowing that you'll go with him. It was cute that he worried you might not. He tried to mask it with that flirty-masculinity that you loved, but deep down you both know you had the reins.

On the way to his apartment you were laughing at some old stories he told you about his past. Dates that go wrong, nights he helped old friends to get home, nights they helped him. There was something about you that made him feel like a little boy trying to get his first date, yet let him be himself at the same time. It confused him, but in a good way. You didn't even realize you were holding hands the most of the way. When you arrived he took his keys out and opened the door, letting you enter before him.

You hopped down on the couch waiting for him to bring you a drink. It was whiskey, which had you make funny faces as it was stronger than what you used to usually drink. Youeyed up his record collection. You always adored the way vinyl made the music sound. It gave you a homey feeling. It was mostly records from the 40-50's, but what stood out is an album of Quentin Tarantino songs. You took it out and put it on while he watched you from the couch, smiling, fascinated by how comfortable you seemed in his place, as if you were living here. His smile grew even bigger when you started to dance around for one of your all time favourite songs that was in a Tarantino movie. Stuck in the middle with you by Stealers Wheel. You jumped around, took his hand, making him stand up and dance with you. You felt like freedom..

When the next song came ( Girl, you'll be a woman soon by Urge overkill) he put his hands on your waist, bringing you closer, you put your hands in his neck, looking deep into his mesmerizing blue eyes and slowdanced. You were smiling at eachother, then he leaned in to kiss you. It was the best damn kiss you've ever had. You wanted to have more, which ended in a heavy makeout session on his couch, him only wearing his jeans now as you admired his well built chest and over all just him... You had to admit he's pretty god-like. One thing led to another and the next morning you found yourself waking up in the handsome strangers bed when the sun just came up.It was around 5 am. His hands around you, legs tangled. Both of you stark naked. You smiled at him, gave him one last peck. By the time he woke up, his bed only had the remains of you. A lingering scent of liqour and peaches, and a note with burgundy kiss mark on it. You must've kissed the paper goodbye instead of him he thought with a sad smile. He would've loved to wake up to the sight of you, to memorize your face, your body.

The note only said: two weeks from now, where the sun emerges from the sea. 5 am.

He smiled at this little note. It's a date he murmured. He went out to make coffee, after all he'll have to deal with his friends asking all kinds of questions. He was sure they won't miss the content look on his face. He had an amazing night, topped it off with amazing sex, and maybe two weeks from now he'll get to meet you again..

[txdoroki]

bookshop

hey this is kinda just a silly thing i had an idea i liked for :P hope y’all like it!! <3

warnings: anGERING BCUZ OF HOW SLOW IT GOES

words: 3k

pairing: bakugou x reader

unedited!!

gn reader

desc: you work at a quaint book shop, and one morning meet an explosive college student. once again it’s so much better than how it sounds T-T i swear it’s so good bYE

no quirks

ik this seems a lot like the overused “meet your lover at a coffee shop” trope but i swear it isn’t like that I SWEAr

A/N: this was so fun to write but it is annoyingly slow </3 also in this bakugou is rich as fuck and for wHAT. he’s loaded as crap

i might make a part 2 but i’m not sure yet considering this was rlly tiring,, would y’all like that or would it be a waste? :/

HERE IT ISSSS @babymilkawa​ 

you groaned as your alarm went off way too early, the sun that shone through your curtains getting into your eyes. you rubbed at your eyes, trying to shake off the sleep that dazed your mind.

the weekend went by too fast, and you wished you could sleep for just another five minutes. you struggled to keep your eyes open, the comfort of your bed willing you to sleep. to skip work for the day.

 you were totally exhausted, having spent the weekend helping your co-worker, eijirou, unpack boxes at his apartment, on top of working on your classes. i mean, you loved to help people, but man, was it tiring.

after a few minutes of checking things on your phone, you sleepily walked to your bathroom and ran water over your face, hoping it’d help you wake up. you loved your job, you really did, but the hours? absolute hell. who the crap goes to a book shop at 7 in the morning? no clue.

you pulled one of your friend’s old sweatshirts over your head, taking a moment to fix your bedhead as well. you slipped on some sweatpants, and shrugged at yourself in your full-length mirror. you felt like crap, your entire body heavy and your blinks slow. it’s like your body was trying to put itself to sleep, even while standing.  

once you were happy with your appearance for the day, you texted eijirou to let him know you were ready. he usually picked you up drove you both to work, since you had the same shifts.

a few minutes later he knocked on your apartment door, and when you swung it open, he had his signature wide grin on his face. he was holding two coffees, and you couldn’t help but smile as well, your bad mood from lack of sleep disappearing. 

“hey eiji,” you smiled, taking one of the coffees from his hands and holding it close to your face, taking a deep breath of the homey scent. the smell made your stomach growl, and you both laughed at the sound.  

“hungry, eh? well, i mean i have a granola bar,” kirishima shuffled around in his bag, eventually pulling out two granola bars.

“of course you do,” you smiled, happily chomping the snack. he was the definition of the mom friend, and such a sweetheart.

after you talked with him for a few minutes, you both walked to his car and drove to the shop that was a mile or two away. 

you looked out of the window while he drove, and you both were sitting pretty much silently. you appreciated how you could just chill and appreciate each other’s company without communicating a bunch.

when you got there, there was a blonde guy standing in front of the doors.

“hey, bakubro, what’re you doing here?” kirishima and you walked up to him. when he turned to face you, you were confused as to why he looked so pissed off. he looked like he didn’t know how to smile.

“tch, i was going to look for a shitty book to buy, but no one was fucking here,”

“you know that we open at 7:15 right?” you smiled, 

“and it’s 7:16 right now, dumbass,” ‘bakubro’ glared at you, “you’re late,”

“by a min-” you started saying, but were interrupted by kirishima.

“you’re right, well you can come look inside now,” he took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the front door with it, stepping inside of the shop with you and the blonde following.

you took your place behind the counter as kirishima tidied up the shop. he straightened the books and fixed anything that was out of place, while you just stood behind the counter and watched the blonde.

it was like he was entrancing, his spiky blonde hair and his piercing red eyes glaring at the books in front of him.

“sir, do you need help finding what you’re looking for?” you smiled at him when you noticed he was in the shop for nearly half an hour already, staring at the lines and lines of books.

“tch no, i can find it myself,” he grumbled, not even looking your way.

you rolled your eyes and turned to eijirou when you overheard him chuckle. he was standing near gardening books section, flipping through one of the books.

“what is it?” you raised an eyebrow, tapping a made-up rhythm lightly in the wooden counter you were standing behind.

“bakugou, isn’t this the kind of cactus you tried to raise,” he turned the book towards the blonde.

“shut up, shitty hair. quit bringing that up,”

eijirou just smiled and shook his head, turning back towards the shelf and sliding it back to its place. 

you yawned, boredom filling the air as bakugou looked through the books and kirishima tended to the shelves.

you wished someone would come in soon, maybe one of your regulars or someone new. you weren’t a fan of there only being one customer in the store in the first place, but him being a bitch wasn’t much of a help either.

“have you seen that really nice green haired regular recently? i feel like he hasn’t came by in a while,” you yelled to kirishima.

“uhh, haha, no, i heard he um... moved?”

“moved?”

“yup,”

“why does it matter what happened to him, deku is a nerd anyways,” bakugou growled as he flipped through one of the many books he had in his arms.

you shrugged in his direction and walked to the back, hoping there’d be something to do that was helpful for the store. you felt like you were wasting time, but didn’t know what you should do. there were no customers, no spills, nothing out of order.

you decided to fix some of the directions, and chose to start on the paintings and vines that covered the wall. the store really was homey, you loved it. you could spend all day there, either as a customer or a worker.

it felt safe and sound, unlike most of the city that surrounded you. 

“hey, dingbat, come here,” bakugou was now standing next to the register, and you glared at him, the heaviness of anger starting to gather in your chest.

dingbat? the fuck???

“be nice to y/n, they’re chill,” kirishima swatted at the air, shaking his head.

“nope, anyways, i need to check out, so fucking come here,” 

“no, sir, you can choose to be nice and then talk to me,” you smiled at him and turned back to the decorations you were working on. sure you were a worker, but you weren’t going to help out a shithead.

“it’s your fucking job, come here,”

“y/n, i’m sorry, but do you mind checking him out? he’s got class soon,” kirishima smiled at you weakly, his stare basically a plead on its own.

you huffed and walked to the register, silently glaring as you handed bakugou the receipt and the two books he bought.

“took you long enough, damn,” 

“what is your damn problem?” you scowled, “i haven’t done shit to you and you’re being an asshole,”

“y/n, don’t-” kirishima held his hand out.

“quit being in the fucking way then, see you later, kirishima,” he grabbed the stuff from your hands and walked out of the store onto the sidewalk, the door slamming behind him.

your decorations that you were putting up fell down, and you sighed. you took a step back and pouted when you realized you’d have to start over.

“i’m sorry, y/n, i know he is really stres-”

“he doesn’t need your excuses, it’s fine, eiji,” you smiled and nodded at him. 

the rest of the day was spent with both of you cracking jokes at each other and tending to the customers. every now and then you’d rate their outfits once they left, and it was sort of entertaining to say the least. it was fun to see the little additions people would add to their outfits, not meant for others to specifically notice. like a chain on their pants, or a feather on their hat. 

all other people had entire backstories, ones you would never get the pleasure of knowing. this didn’t usually bother you, and it never really has before, but you couldn’t deny the curiosity that seemed to tear at you about bakugou’s.

his couldn’t seem to leave your mind. what was his childhood like? was he always like this? what set the way for his personality? what were his parents like? was he single..?

“i wonder if he’s single,” you muttered to yourself as you swept. your actions stopped for a moment, and you wanted to throw up. did you actually just say that out loud?

“what was that, y/n?” kirishima looked up from his phone, a confused smile on his face. you hoped he didn’t hear you. although he did

“oh nothing, sorry!” you smiled back at him, and went back to sweeping. you turned away from him, hoping the heat that covered your cheeks wasn’t visible.

“alright,” 

the rest of your day went by quickly, and by the time you got home, you were exhausted. you snuggled with one of your fluffiest pillows on your couch once you’d changed into your pjs, and you smiled. the smooth fabric of your couch felt calming to your sore joints, and it only added to your comfort. 

before you knew it, you had fell asleep, but a knock on your door shook you from your slumber.

“hey, y/n, do you mind if i come in real quick?” you heard the familiar voice of your coworker from outside of your door, and you yelled a sleepy ‘go ahead’ before closing your eyes again. 

you slowly opened your eyes when you heard a second pair of footsteps enter your apartment, and you were confused to see the blonde from earlier standing in your doorway.

“are you alright? it’s only six o’clock, and you were asleep?” eijirou walked over to you and sat next to you on your couch for a moment.

“yeah, sorry, i was just... just um sleepy,” you sat up and leaned into one of the arms of your couch for support, rubbing your eyes. you turned back towards the figure in your doorway, “what’s he doing here?”

“am i not allowed to tag along with my fucking friend?” bakugou growled, but neither one of you acknowledged him. 

“sorry, was just coming to get some sugar! i ran out, and we are gonna be making cookies! see ya later, y/n!” 

you waved as they both left your apartment, and easily went back to sleep. your dreams were nothing but blackness, and none were memorable when you woke up a few hours later.

over the next few weeks, you began to see bakugou more and more. he would come by the show every morning, dropping by to say hello to kirishima before he’d walk out of the door. you weren’t exactly sure why he’d come by every. single. day., sometimes he didn’t even buy something, only caring to say hi to eijirou.

you’d love to say that he went to see you, but you really doubted that was the case. i mean, he rarely ever said hello back whenever you’d greet him back, so it was implied he only cared for seeing kiri.

no matter what he’d say to you or rather what he didn’t say, he still occupied your mind constantly. you wondered about him a lot, not in a creepy way. you just really found him interesting... okay?????

after around three weeks after your first encounter with him, he greeted you back for the first time. 

“oh, hey, y/n, right?” he turned to you with a blank face, not very common since he seemed to always be scowling at whoever he was speaking with.

“yep, what do you want?” you nodded towards where bakugou was standing near you next to the baking books, and kirishima raised an eyebrow. 

“are you any good at cooking? i need to make cupcakes but kirishima here makes shit ones,” 

kirishima chuckled, “he isn’t wrong, go ahead, y/n,”

“um, yeah i like to bake, when are you free?” you tried to hide the blush that covered your face.

“a bit obsessed with me, are ya?” he smirked as you began shouting.

“huh?? am not, you’re the one who-”

“oi shut it, dingbat, i’ll come pick you up from this shit job how’s that work?”

kirishima just stood where he had been, staring at you both with wide eyes. he’d never seen bakugou offer to pick anyone up whatsoever before. especially not to spend time with them.

once he left, it was like time chose to go by slower than ever. you checked the clock that hung above the doorway ever so often, and would quietly groan at how much longer it’d be until you got to make those damned cupcakes.

you decided to keep yourself busy with cleaning up in the back of the store, restocking the shelves and tidying up the stacked up books that sat collecting dust.

“y/n,” kirishima called for you, his voice somewhat muffled by the shut door that separated you both.

you walked to him, and smiled at the man who was standing in the doorway. 

“quit staring and c’mon, we don’t have much time, dumbass,” he frowned and beckoned for you to come over, you hurried to grab your purse. 

“aren’t we driving kirishima too.?” you cocked your head when he began to take off out of the shop. he paused and rolled his eyes, shaking his head and continuing to walk across the street once more.

the drive to his apartment was filled with you talking about whatever and him finding various ways to insult it, although his gaze wasn’t filled with the same amount of sharpness as usual.

you decided not to say anything about it, not wanting it to cease. you were honestly enjoying yourself, even though he was being sort of a dick. it wasn’t exactly unlike him to be one, though.

after around ten minutes of the conversation flowing like water, he parked in front of a bougie looking tall apartment complex. just from looking outside, you could see the wall-length windows and the impressive chandeliers that hung inside the building. you felt small, your apartment certainly not comparable to this. 

he scoffed when he saw your wowed expression, and silently took your hand. this would’ve been romantic if he wasn’t using it to drag you inside. the pace he was leading you both at left you panting by the time you got to his door, and your arm was sore from how harshly he was pulling and swerving you around the hallways. 

when you took your first step into his apartment, your entire body began to feel light. his apartment didn’t match his firey personality whatsoever, and it was absolutely stunning. astonishing countertops and a double oven added to his impressively sized kitchen. sparkling crystal animals covered one of the shelves nearby the tv. just by looking at the entry way, you loved his apartment.

his apartment was flawless, and it didn’t even seem like an apartment. it had a generous amount of space, and you wondered how he could afford this as a college student. you decided to let the curiosity drop, it’d be rude to ask about his wealth anyways..

“y/n, quit staring at my shit and hurry the fuck over here,” bakugou grumbled, stirring you from your thoughts.

you nodded and walked over to him, smiling at the ingredients that littered his kitchen island. these were gonna be some good cupcakes.

“what fla-”

“funfetti, duh,” 

you chuckled, and examined the extra sprinkles that he had bought. they looked amazing. and expensive.

you both chatted as you started the cupcakes, since he was bossy and so were you, you decided that it’d be better to do separate jobs. he was in charge of making the cupcakes while you were “doing the shitty icing, better not fuck it up” in bakugou’s words.

you worked on the icing and tried to hold back your giggles at bakugou’s cursing when he realized he forgot to add the sugar.

“god fucking damnit now i have to redo these fucking cupcakes,” he groaned, pulling the now scrapped cupcake tray out of the oven with absolutely no care, shooting you a frown when you commented on how he was gonna burn himself if he kept being that reckless.

“shoulda paid attention,” you stuck your tongue out, a wide smile brightening up your face.

“fucking shut it, dingbat,”

“WHY WON’T YOU STOP CALLING ME DINGBAT,” you shouted, although still being careful to stir the icing at the correct pace. you weren’t about to mess up an easy job, hell no!

after a few hours of you both baking in harmony, you flopped down on his leather couch, resting one of your arms over your forehead as you stared up at the ceiling. 

“i have a baking night every week with kiri, if you wanna come,” bakugou came up next to you and muttered, and you weren’t sure if he even wanted you to. i mean, you barely could hear him. 

he handed you a rag to wipe your hands on, and sat down next to you.

“can i?” you widely smiled at him, hoping he still wanted you to. 

“why the fuck would i tell you about it if not,” he scoffed, and you giggled.

you shrugged, and around half an hour later he drove you home for the night. 

you had a tupperware of cupcakes resting on the counter next to your fridge when you went to bed that night, although the memories that came with them were seated next to your mind. the small chuckles you would manage to pull from him replaying in your mind as you stared happily at your ceiling. 

you sure were looking forward to the next weekend.

taglist: @todoroki-shoto-is-life @frxggie​ 

[ggyuwwoo]

heaven's cloud : Paradise

- in the afterlife where we get to choose our own paradise, two souls unexpectedly meet.

genre: soulmates!au, but also involves idolverse, kinda fantasy whimsical, afterlife-paradise world; fem!reader x lee chan warnings: mentions of death, magical creatures, not really sure what else i guess word count: 2.4k + i generally am not good at making these infos, bear with me sorry! also not really fond of the fic picture, but i also suck and still is learning,,,,

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Lee Chan, for your exemplary journey in life, you are hereby bestowed a place in Paradise.

"I'll take the clouds if I may,"

Then to the clouds you shall ascend, Heaven's Cloud.

-

Eleven months of (not) living in paradise, Chan had adapted well into his afterlife. The Guides had placed him in his own haven of his choosing, the Clouds. Fluffy white and softer than cashmere, the touch is cooling and healing, peace and quiet were also a given. To Chan, it's his very definition of heaven.

Despite being the only soul - apparently, no one has chosen the Clouds for centuries - Chan has been never alone. He had the little fairies and spirits to keep him company while wandering around the forests. Stars often appear in his nights to cast a light show for the boy. Cancer loves to see Chan's awe-stricken face as the constellation shows him a few tricks.

The Clouds inhabitants and surrounding astronomical beings grew fond of the boy. Hence, Lee Chan never felt alone.

Though it was a blissful experience and a beautiful memory, there was only one month left. One month until the end of his livelihood above the world.

You will be given twelve months of afterlife until your next life begins.

Chan still doesn't understand why they must be sent back to Earth, living another full life that may or may not be 'great'. Though the thought of living on Earth, whatever their life might be, is already a disappointing thought. After having to exist in a paradise of your own, nothing else would come close.

But apparently, the universe believes differently.

The fairies and spirits told him once, 'Universe sought in a cycle, to them it's the perfect way as it does not end, leading to the continuation of life and its purposes.'

"But what exactly do those purposes serve if there is no end to it?"

'There is none silly, if there was to be an end to it, then life itself would cease to exist. It serves to preserve life as we know it, and well - the Universe.'

Chan pondered the thought for a while, "What if, just really hypothetically, someone happens to break the cycle, what happens then?"

The fairies' expression saddened, 'Hopefully it never happens.' Some of them flew to sit on Chan's shoulder, a calming place for them. 'But if it were to happen somehow, life wouldn't perish instantly, but the Universe and everything in it will meet its end, including the afterlife.'

The boy nodded before noticing the frowns on the beautiful faces of the winged creatures, the atmosphere had taken a drop turn. Choosing to lighten the somber mood, Chan raised another question. "Well then, um, what about aliens? Do they exist?”

-

Throughout the time he was there, Chan spent it listening to the stories of the creatures, exploring the cloud haven that seemingly doesn't end, and conversing every now and then with the astronomical beings -- when they so happened to be passing by.

It didn't get boring for the boy as the stories that the fairies had been plenty and new, never losing the interest of Chan, and the beings were more than happy to talk with him about almost anything.

Of course, all this was okay and fine, revealing the Universe's secrets and whatnot, Chan wouldn't remember this anyway when he enters his next life.

On the first day of his twelfth month, Chan woke up from his sleeping quarters in the usual well-rested sleep. Walking out to do his routine of visiting the forest and later on relaxing by the Serenity Sky Lake. But before he could reach the outlines of White Forest, he saw a figure walking through the field, he couldn't see clearly who it was, but what he registered in his mind was enough to make him gasp.

It was another soul. A human.

As quickly as his feet could take him, Chan sped through the flurry landscape of clouds, wanting to figure out this stranger.

"Hey you! Hey!"

The figure turned to the general direction of where Chan was coming from, revealing its appearance. Upon view, Chan stumbled over nothing, causing him to fall forward into a roll and tumbling on the ground until he laid flat on his back. Luckily, there were clouds under him.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" He heard the figure shout before rustling and someone appeared by his side. Chan scrunched his eyes trying to block the light coming from above while identifying the person looming over him. The first thing he noticed was long brown hair, the strands were flowing almost magically. As if hypnotized by it, Chan could only stare. Until finally, he saw the stranger's face.

She’s ethereal.

~

You were quite confused as to why you were where you were. All you could see for miles were… white? Your body was standing on nothing, or at least that was how it looked. A sudden voice interrupted your wonders.

Welcome _____, you are in Paradise.

You turned back to find the source of the voice but all you found was a blinding light that caused you to squint your eyes.

“Wh-what? Where?”

Paradise dear, the afterlife.

Your mind went blank, the afterlife? No way. Your brain tried remembering the last thing before waking up in this weird place.

There’s no use child, your memories are long gone. But I can tell you this, you went in peace. You weren’t in pain.

Were the voices capable of reading minds? And who were they? You were a bit frightened.

To answer your question, yes we can read minds. We are the Guides, here to assist the souls in the afterlife. There’s no need to be afraid.

“Uh, okay, ...thank you?” You voiced out, still a little overwhelmed with whatever was going on.

Well then, perhaps we should take you to your choice. Please, follow the green path.

Just as the voices finished speaking, a sudden green line appeared in front of you. You couldn’t see what was ahead, just the green line until the end. You decided to follow through, whatever this was.

As you walked on the path, you were gradually transported to a different place. When you were finally able to understand your surroundings, there were screens that had different landscapes and writings in different colors under them. The scenes displayed were (what you could only describe as) heavenly. Each of them has its own set of vibe and warmth to it. Unconsciously your hand moved itself to touch one of the screens, but then the voices returned prompting you to pull it back.

What you see in front of you are the places in Paradise, according to how one lives their life on Earth, you have a series of options that you may choose from. I shall provide you a look-through.

The screens suddenly disappeared and now you were standing in what looked like those busy city streets, only not so busy.

First is the Silver City. Its appearance resembles the metropolitan areas down on Earth but without all the pollution, noises, and busy traffic. Many people who had used to live in these areas usually choose them, sensing a familiarity to it, they say.

As the Guides explained its landscapes, you were admiring the tall buildings and skyscrapers around you. The architectural designs were marvelous and even if you didn’t remember if you had studied such things, you can’t help but stare in admiration.

Aside from the buildings, the streets looked beautiful as well. The sidewalks were arranged perfectly as if it was placed with the most proper city planning. But one building stuck out to you most, it was majestic. A silver mansion, with tall gates and filled with all kinds of trees and plants. Before you could step towards it, the Guides were already finished explaining the Silver City and had transported you instead to another location.

Second, the Golden Countryside. As the name states, this place is best likely your ultimate countryside farm paradise. A quaint farmhouse with animal livestock to nurture and many forests to explore and spend time in. Families often choose this place for their resting, it’s quite homey.

True to their words, you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. It was a vast field of grass with a simple two-story house that looked like it could fit six bedrooms. Beside it was a giant farmhouse and animals roaming around it. The view itself was doubled in beauty as the sun (or whatever source of light that existed here) sets from behind, casting a soft orange glow over it. Somehow the silver mansion from earlier was placed way aside in your head. Yet again, before you could ask any questions, you were immediately transported once more.

The third is Cosmic Space. Ever wondered how it is to live in Space child?

You heard the voice give out a sound that was similar to a laugh, but somehow not quite.

More people than you’d expect actually dream of this. It may not be as simple as the City or the Countryside, but it’s nonetheless paradise. To them.

Now you were most definitely floating, though despite floating in the middle of random space, you could breathe easily and see easily as well. You thought that space may be too wild for you but as you were looking around, you saw one of the most magical things you have ever seen.

“A comet shower…”

The Guides seemed to have heard you as they projected the shower closer, now holographic space comets were right above you, shining as they continued the rain of them. Mesmerized was all you could feel, the meteors were almost hypnotizing you.

“Whoa…”

Beautiful isn’t it?

Was the last thing you heard before you felt the sudden pull of transport again, at this point you were no longer fazed with the continuous changing of locations, though you did wish to have been able to watch the shower longer.

Number four, the Pearl Waters. For those who favor the deep sea and vast oceans. Of course, many souls who felt close to the waves chose this. The afterlife here is often intriguing, staying with the many creatures and traveling wherever paradise takes you.

You found yourself standing on a deck of a ship, it was modernized though some parts resemble that of an older version. Heading to the flanks you watched the blue ocean as the waves sloshed around the sides. As if welcoming you, dolphins suddenly jumped above the sea, whalebacks spurting water, and schools of fish could be seen from the clear water. You were most surely amazed. As the sea creatures displayed a water show, you felt something touching your arm on the railing. You looked to find a woman with green-blue hair, her cheeks had features similar to scales, and as you peered further you realized it wasn’t a woman at all.

“A...mermaid?”

Ah yes, indeed. Each paradise also has guardians that help care and maintain the afterlife. Mermaids are the Pearl Waters guardians. As for the Silver City, we have the Elves. Golden Countryside has the Shapeshifters while Cosmic Space has Angels.

“Wait what?” You were pretty much confused all together, mythical creatures? Well, then again, it is the afterlife, who knows what actually exists here. But still, you found yourself in confusion and quite the shock.

Not to worry dear, you’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted. Now for our last destination.

The mermaid who was staring at your side gave you a small smile before disappearing back into the ocean. You continued to stare at her general direction before your view changed into that of...clouds?

Last but not the least, Heaven’s Cloud. It’s truly magical here. Not many people find it appealing though, but of course it always depends on who’s choosing. Essentially, it's the skies. The guardians here are the fairies and spirits. Quite the peculiar and very friendly creatures.

As your eyes set on the landscape, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. It was breathtaking. It was as if you were standing right in front of the Sun but at the same time, you weren’t. You knew for one you’ve never been in a place like this yet all you could feel from the surroundings was home. You leaned down to touch the fluffy ground and it was the softest thing you’ve ever felt. As quickly as the previous location visits, the surroundings changed again back to their original place with screens.

Now _____, because of the well-lived life that you have gone through. You, _____, are given the choice of one of the five Paradises that you have just seen. Speak now for your choice.

You didn’t know if it was your own voice and mind that spoke, or your conscience, because the sound that erupted from your body sounded firm and almost unbreakable. You didn’t even realize that you had spoken your choice after it was said.

“Heaven’s Cloud if I may,”

The Guides paused for a moment as if they were thinking about something, before continuing.

Very well then, your heart has spoken. To Heaven’s Cloud, you shall go.

One last time, you were again transported to a field with white clouds, similar to the earlier landscape you visited. This time without the voices. Somehow you suddenly felt alone, scared, and unsure of what to do. Wandering aimlessly, you tried looking for the guardians - the fairies and spirits. Then you suddenly heard someone shout.

“Hey you! Hey!”

You turned back to see a man, brown fluffy hair swaying atop his head, running towards you. Well, was running, until he stumbled down and started rolling across the field.

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” you shouted before heading towards the boy. As you reached his side, you saw he was unhurt and fine, just squinting his eyes. You sighed in relief, although it should make sense, after all, it was clouds underneath them. Before you could say anything to the stranger, you caught him staring right at you, and somehow you stared back as well.

The boy looked mesmerizing.

[karasunology]

⸙ ˚₊ ➷ KAGEYAMA TOBIO & OIKAWA TOORU AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER ! ❞

╰─ ─ ﾟheadcanons of two of our pretty setters being your older brothers !

✐ . . . BIG BROTHER HEADCANONS.

[ MIYA TWINS & BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ SUNA RINTAROU & KITA SHINSUKE VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ kageyma tobio, oikawa tooru <3

[ trigger warnings ━ manga spoilers !! ]

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO.

➜ the type of older brother that acts as if he doesn't care but he actually does.

➜ he acts as if that one time where no one from his family but you actually came to one of his volleyball games ─ well, besides from your guys' grandfather; but ever since of his passing, the clostest ─ tangible and most concrete reminants of him were just lingering in the form of a volleyball.

➜ he acts as if the absence of most of his family members didn't affect him and yet, he usually found himself looking for them in the stands ─ hoping that they'd be there cheering him on

➜ he was used to always being left alone when it was just him and his older sister but then you came along

➜ when you were young, you would always cling onto him for your dear life for some reason

➜ and ever since tobio was young, he somewhat had difficulties expressing himself so it was no surprise that he usually shakes you off violently off your tight graps

➜ like how can someone with so little hands be so strong at holding him down??

➜ he wasn't used to these affections, and the start of your guys' sibling relationship was quite rocky

➜ but now when he remembers those times where you hated to jog but you would always, ALWAYS, find yourself catching up to him

➜ slowley, gradually & subtly

➜ just to match up to his pace so you guys would jog together

➜ and then he realizes, that he wasn't alone anymore

➜ bb boy had you right next to him

➜ ugh enough about angst people

➜ LETS GET TO THE GOOD GOOD

➜ SPA DAYS ARE A THING

➜ SORRY YOU DON'T MAKE THE RULES

➜ I DO

➜ since he is a setter, he needs his fingers and nails in tip-top shape yknow?

➜ since you're one of the only persons he trusts his life onto, he makes you do it

➜ like it's not even because of whatever gender you are

➜ you will do his nails, and you WILL learn to do the best manicure this boy could ever get

➜ because all you want was the best for the best older brother ever.

➜ and that's how he always had healthy clean nails & is always manicured

➜ and it's ON YOU

➜ he would never, NEVER let anyone else do his nails

➜ you would 100% go along with his finger exercise thingy

➜ and these spa days usually ends in a sleepover with facemasks on miwa-nee left in her drawers

 ➜ kageyama may not show it, but he really appreciates you

➜ like alot

➜ you had all the reasons to deny him of his spa days, matches, etc.

➜ but you choose to stay, to learn how to manicure, to skip school and go to his matches & give him the support he was deprived off

➜ like if this blueberry boyo ever offered to share you his mILK, while you guys already have seperate milk cartons in the fridge

➜ you know that he holds you so close, and so fucking dear to his heart that it's going to make me crYyyY

➜ he's not good at expressing his emotions, but he will do everything in his will to make it known to you that you are important to him

➜ he'll always walk with you to school and go home with you whenever he doesn't have volleyball practice

➜ if he noticed that you're feeling down or stressed he'll take you away from whatever that is & will force you to play volleyball with him

➜ just so that you could get your mind off from it

➜ if you forget your lunch money, he'll buy you two mini milk box with curry buns on the side

➜ and then when you guys go home he'll force you to make bento with him until it's late at night in a school night with tons of food on your closed because y'all forgot to use an apron lmao

➜ he's always so stiff with receiving affections and giving one

➜ but he's so good at giving headpats

➜ and he only does it on you

➜ his warm huge hand in comparison to your head, and it'll always be the best way he could convey his emotions

➜ it's through the familiar, homey feeling of the palm of his hands

➜ he's the type to have one picture with you and his grandfather together that's literally so old, it doesn't need those vintage aesthetic effects to make it look vintage

➜ he'll also the type to carry it around in his wallet ALWAYS, but forgets to bring money?? for?? some?? reason??

➜ 11/10 would recommend as a brother

➜ in conclusion, he may not be the best at showing affections and giving them, but you'll always be reminded in different and special ways that he loves you so much; you'll always have each other's back & would stay in each other's side, always.

➜ like harry potter typa shit always.

OIKAWA TOORU.

➜ he's the type of brother that is ALWAYS UP YOUR FUCKING BUSSINESS

➜ he already has his head up his ass,  you don't want him to be up on yours as well

➜ he'll always be up on your room & he's very very clingy, like a lot

➜ fights are an ALWAYS

➜ y'all would fight about many things honestly

➜ probably most of the reason would be because you're just fed up on him

➜ you would DEFINITELY JOIN IWAIZUMI ON BULLYING HIM & WOULD DEF JOIN ON HITTING HIM

 ➜ but even if things are serious, like that one time where he's just so exhausted of EVERYTHING, because why the fuck won't his serves be good enough?

➜ and he'll just breakdown in front of you, pouring his heart out on how they lost again to ushijima in the semi-finals

➜ he'll also spill out all his insecurities about volleyball because even if it may not seem like it, he gets insecure too 👉👈

➜ and you'll just be there, listening since you know that he wasn't looking and asking for advice ─ he just wanted someone, anyone to listen to him

➜ you'll let him cry out whatever was bothering him for the past few weeks while comfort his huge frame since he collapsed onto your shoulder

➜ oKAy ENOUGH ANGST I AM SO SORRY

➜ i hate myself too, don't worry💅💋

➜ while you guys were young, he'd always be up on your room, and would be playing dolls or cars or shit with you

➜ he's just so used to being with you

➜ that when you got sick and had to go to a hospital and they wouldn't let him visit you, he cried for the first time in years

➜ he'll be stuck on your side by the time you were discharged

➜ he plays volleyball with you along with iwaizumi

➜ he'll also make you come with him while along with iwaizumi to meet his volleyball idol

➜ you'll also be the first person to know what his plans for the future is

➜ and you'll support him through and through, you guys would even consider going with him to argentina

➜ and he wouldn't disagree

➜ he's the type of brother that knows 12762 of your crushes, your passwords, that page 24 of tour diary he stole that says “ tooru-nii isn't kinda that annoying ” that he framed up on his bedroom

➜ he has a shit ton of blackmail material on you

➜ since it's canon that he adores his family, he'll have many polaroid pictures of your guys' family up on his wall

➜ and of course of you guys seperately on picture frames on his desk, ranging from that one time you almost drowned taken at the right timing, to that picture of you and him when you graduated junior high.

➜ speaking of pictures

➜ he'll be SPAMMING YOUR PHONE WITH PICTURES OF HIM

➜ weird ass selfies of his and those forced cute faces that you wanted to burn in hell

➜ and a LOT of selfies with you guys on it

➜ since he knows your password to your phone, he'll change your lockscreen wallpaper to a cute selfie of you guys

➜ he'll never make you change it

➜ reason #1672 why you don't have a bf/gf

➜ you'll ALWAYS find him scrolling through YOUR phone

➜ he'd be watching tiktoks not giving a fuck

➜ while you're just there like

➜ that's MY phone sir 👁👄👁

➜ 11/10 would have a section of his family scrapbook of you guys & it's either showing your attractive oikawa genes

➜ or it's shitty photos of you guys

➜ nothing in between

➜ since we talked about your phone, let's talk about his

➜ you would not let him spam your phone and ruin your phone storage with pictures of him and selfies of you guys without doing the same with him

➜ like DUH

➜ his phone would be FILLED of crazy crackhead pictures of you guys

➜ and he'll have one of your cute selfies as his lockscreen wallpaper

➜ matching the one he set up on your phone

➜ and of he ever has a girlfriend/boyfriend, you HAVE to meet them first

➜ and even if you may not see it, your opinions is held quite mighty high for oikawa

➜ and of course he's like that with you too, he better know the address of your boyfriend/girlfriend, their number, and he WILL do a whole ass background check on him

➜ but you know he does that not only to have your underwear in a twist, he kinda 👉👈 cares about you & as you care about him

➜ 12/10 would recommend as a brother

➜ in conclusion, you guys may sometimes be up on each other's ass, but you guys care a lot about each other and will not hesitate to beat someone's ass for the other because no one but him could bully you, and vice versa ( + iwa-chan )

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . will be making this a mini series of big brother headcanons bECAUSE WHY NOT, like WHY NOT; ya get me?? i fucking love wholesome family headcanons & would 1000% write domestic hcs and dad! hcs.

again, requests are open !

one request = one more reason to stay sane

watch out for new dating headcanons of two cute setters 💅

send me an ask or even a comment on you want to see next in the big brother series because i'm wh0re for that, also i finally revived my phone but without it being formatted so i have to redo the requests i wrote. so before i post them since they are not quite done yet, have this.

[stinkysidebitch]

Leaked! (Shinso x Reader)

-Kaminari breaks your heart and Shinso picks up the pieces

(Warning): Depressive thoughts, bullying, revenge porn, numbness, isolation.

————————–

 “I’m sorry… but I just don’t have time for this anymore, you know?”

That was what Kaminari told you that right before your 3rd year anniversary. You attended U.A.’s college now, both of you adults and seeking a future as pro heroes. His distance wasn’t noticeable if it existed at all. In fact you thought your relationship had been perfect.

Regardless it didn’t take him long to get a girlfriend after dumping you. Maybe a week?

 If that?

Clearly he had been talking to her for a bit before he threw you away, the time frame was just too small for it to be anything other than that. You did a lot of crying in private at that time. Feeling your chest and neck constricting and raw became an old friend. It felt like the only reliable thing you had right now.

 He tried to maintain a friendship between the two of you, and not wanting to lose him you complied. However, the hurt filling your chest everytime you saw him kissing that girl or casually holding her hand like it was nothing you couldn’t help but glare. After awhile he picked up on it and eventually confronted you. Of course he waited till classes started, blocking your escape so you had no choice but to answer him.

“(Y/N) why were you staring at her like that? It’s kinda creeping her out..”

‘Creeping her out?’ You narrowed your eyes at him.“I was looking at you more-”

“That doesn’t make it any less weird.”

You couldn’t believe him at the time. This uncaring side of Denki was foreign to you. The familiar tightness formed in your throat as you looked him square in the eyes. He leaned against the hallway wall so casually, looking at you with an almost bored expression.

“I loved you, you asshole! You started dating her right after you dumped me!”

He scoffed at you, glaring harshly as he retorted. “Oh, so you’re just jealous? C’mon (Y/N), we’re supposed to be friends-”

“What do you want me to do Denki, we were together for three years…. I can’t just act like-”

“Like what? This is ridiculous, you’re acting like Bakugo right now.” He grumbled. It made your skin crawl. To compare you to someone with anger issues just because you were hurt… It was just blatantly cruel.

“I can’t act like we never happened! I still love you, okay? Give me time to move on!”  Your voice cracked as tears began to cloud your vision. It felt so suffocating to air this out now, especially considering you were being blinded by your own tears. You still didn’t miss the way he dismissively held up a hand to silence you.

“You aren’t even giving her a chance (Y/N). Just taking out your issues on her, it’s messed up!”

That was it. You stormed up to him, harshly jabbing your finger in his chest as you spat out the last thing you would ever say to him.

“Fuck you Kaminari. I hope your girlfriend figures out what a dick you are, for her sake.”

He jolted a bit at the name usage. It came out harsher than expected, you hadn’t called him that in forever. At the same time it was nice to let it out, even though it was hard to acknowledge who he really was. And just like that, you stormed off. You didn’t just cut ties with Kaminari, you cut ties with all of his friends too. If any of them tried to reach you you would ignore or dismiss their concern. It would only make things weirder. They gave up pretty quickly. One of your closest friends Shinso was left in the dark aswell. You didn’t even bother to answer his texts or calls.

Talking wasn’t really something you generally bothered to do anymore. Communicating with other people really required energy that you didn’t have right now. Sometimes you weren’t sure if anyone noticed or cared. It felt like you were all alone. Like if you weren’t there things would be about the same. So you decided to make it feel that way. 

You didn’t hang out with your friends. 

You didn’t hang out with your family. 

You went to your classes and that was it.

You crashed in your dorm at the end of every uneventful day and lay in bed alone.

The sheets were colder than you remembered.

It had been a few weeks since that nasty fight when you trudged out of bed for yet another depressing day on campus. It didn’t take you long to notice the way people were paying more attention to you. 

You didn’t like it.

People were staring and even giggling at you throughout the day. It wasn’t something you were used to. Still, it was easy enough to ignore. You had no idea what was going on, but it didn’t matter. 

It wasn’t until your third class of the day that things got bad. You were staring out the window from your desk noting the heavy rain. It was rather pretty. There was a patter of heavy rain against the glass that made you feel almost homey. You smiled to yourself at the brief, peaceful moment. It didn’t last long, though.

 A small group of boys approached and you attempted to ignore their presence. It wasn’t until they were standing directly in front of your desk that you prepared for them to bother you in some way. What you weren’t expecting though was for one of them to shove his phone in your face.

“This you?”

Mortified wouldn’t even begin to describe how you felt when your eyes locked onto your naked form on the screen. It was a screenshot of a screenshot of a snap.

One that you had sent to Kaminari. 

One that he swore never to save or screenshot so that there wasn’t a risk of you being kicked of U.A’s college.

You nearly fell from how quickly you shot out of your seat. The boys chuckled as you tugged your bag over your shoulders and raced out of the room, unable to breathe from panic as tears streamed down your cheeks. It felt like your legs would give out when people laughed and pointed at you as you desperately ran through the halls. Escape was your only real goal right now.

 Everyone had seen it.

Kaminari leaked your nudes to the entire school, your face included. 

You were going to be kicked out of this college.

You heard someone yelling after you, probably Midoriya, but it didn’t take long for him to be stopped and you to reach one of the exit doors. There was only one place you would be alone right now. 

The track.

If you stayed under the bleachers you would at least be dry so that was where your body decided to take you.

Without thinking you scrambled across the wet grass, openly crying while rain heavily poured around you. It was like a safety blanket right now.

Your clothing was soaked, sticking to your body uncomfortably as you felt your body getting cold. When you reached the bleachers you hastily scrambled underneath the nearest one, squeezing yourself under and throwing your bag to the side. You ignored the way rocks and dirt tore the knees on your pants up and cut through your skin as you crawled into a corner. 

Thankfully the bleachers were solid, so no rain was leaking through. Finally, when you were far enough inside you curled your knees into your chest and wrapped your shaky arms around them like a shield. The pain in your throat from crying made you feel sore and raw. Most of all you felt tired, but at least no one knew where you were now.

A weak sigh crawled from your throat as you sat in the dark, dripping on the ground. How long you sat there you didn’t know. If it weren’t for the horrible embarrassment you felt there was a high chance you would’ve fallen asleep to the sound of rain hitting the top of the bleachers and the ground surrounding it. Eventually you started to grow really cold. You were shaking pretty badly- after all it was autumn. 

It was only when your butt grew numb that you heard a sound outside of the bleacher. Like a knock.

“Hey, let’s go inside.”

That sounded like Shinso. It was hard to tell with all of the rain, though. You didn’t bother to look up, tightening your grip on your knees and burying your head even further down.

“(Y/N)?”

“Go away.” Your voice betrayed you, shaky and weak. You never told Shinso to go away because he wasn’t the type to reach out. That’s how he knew how serious this was.

There was a click and a slight shuffle. You assumed he was walking off but you were wrong.

Instead of saying anything else, he threw his bag and what sounded like his umbrella under the bleacher and crawled in after you. Shinso sat on the dirt, far enough away to ensure you were comfortable. It was no secret that he probably wasn’t the best with comforting but when it came to you everything came easily.

You could feel his lavender eyes lazily tracing over you as they always did. The idea that he had seen that picture made you want to run and hide somewhere else but you knew it wouldn’t do any good.

He took note of the easiest part of you to identify in the dark, your hands. They were shaking and the color was off. They looked paler and cooler in color than they should be.

“Can I see your hand?”

You jolted at the question, slightly lifting your head but still refusing to look in his direction. You gave a weak nod and offered it hesitantly to your friend. 

He took your hand in two of his. You shivered feeling how incredibly warm his  were. You had held hands with him before, but after being isolated for as long as you had they felt incredible.

“Shit, you’re freezing.” Shinso grumbled, rubbing his hands over your own to provide some circulation and heat.

You nearly died when he lifted your hand to his mouth and blew hot air against the appendage. It was such a gentle gesture that most people didn’t associate with someone like him but you knew him better than that. He was almost always gentle with you. Subconsciously you found yourself scooting closer to your purple haired friend, craving the warmth he had to offer.

When you could hear his steady breathing you stopped and finally turned to look at him. It broke his heart to see such a miserable look on your face. He had forgotten that he was still holding your hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back. You didn’t stop him. It felt nice.

“You know, don’t you.”

It was more of a statement that a question. He gave a hesitant nod.

“Did… did you see?”

“No.”

A relieved sigh escaped your lips, but it came out shaky. It was either caused by the crying or cold, but it was probably a combination of both. Without another word Shinso took off his black zip up hoodie and pulled it over your shoulders.

“Thanks Shin..”

“It was that Kaminari guy, wasn’t it?”

He sounded angry. That was actually pretty unusual for your stoic friend. You couldn’t get yourself to answer. Remembering that fight made your lip wobble. You looked down at your knees and tried to hold back the tears but it was no use.

“I knew it. That asshole.” He pulled you into a gentle hug, his warm, strong arms holding you to his chest. You couldn’t stop the choked sob from ripping itself painfully from your throat. One hand rubbed gentle circles on your upper back while the other remained wrapped around your middle. Even though you were crying your eyes out he still made you safe. After awhile though, you cried yourself out but didn’t let go of Shinso.

“I-I’m going to get kicked out of… of U.A….” You mumbled against his chest between shaky breaths.

“No you won’t. Midoriya already told the principal that it was Kaminari.”

You pulled back, a shocked look on your face.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

A thankful hum left your lips as you gave your friend an approving nod. In truth it was still weird for someone to do that for you, but Midoriya meant well and Shinso respected your boundaries. Hopefully if anyone was kicked out it was Kaminari. Someone who leaked nudes definitely didn’t deserve to be a hero.

“Come watch a movie with me in my dorm?” He rubbed the back of his neck as he asked. He was probably worried it would make you feel anxious, but you gave him a reassuring smile and nod. You caught a glimpse of his signature smirk as he turned towards the way you both had come.

You followed Shinso as he led you out, taking both of the bags while you opted to hold up the umbrella for the two of you. A few times you accidentally bonked his head with it and the two of you chuckled about it like kids. He had really gotten tall over the past few years. You only noticed these little things about him now for some reason but you found yourself labeling him as quite attractive.

He smelled nice too. Kinda like fresh laundry. Warm and inviting, not something most people would expect from him either.

When you entered the building Shinso took the door that most people didn’t use. Thankfully the hallways were sparse because most people were in class right now. Still, you found yourself hiding behind him anytime a student met your eyes.

Shinso didn’t mind, even stepping in front of you a few times. He didn’t realize it but that little gesture meant everything to you right now. He suggested his dorm because it was close and pretty secluded. He also didn’t have a roommate. In Shinso’s eyes that was the definition of heaven.

It didn’t take too long to get there. When you finally did he let you enter first, following and sliding the door closed. You flipped the switch and was greeted with his simple room. There was a gaming setup for PC and then the tv with a firestick setup. 

Shinso offered you some of his own clothes since you were wet and the both of you changed into dry, comfortable attire. Both of you faced the walls. After what happened today he wanted to be sure you knew he wasn’t going to cross a single boundary.

When you both plopped down on the edge of his bed he turned on your favorite horror movie, scooting back until he hit the wall. You wiggled back to meet him with a playful giggle and he simply shook his head with a small grin at your childishness.

It wasn’t until the movie had been playing for a bit that you remembered how warm Shinso was. His steady breathing next to you was soothing, almost making you feel sleepy if you weren’t so painfully aware of his presence.

Without much thought you leaned closer until your shoulders brushed. He didn’t seem bothered by it at all, gently rubbing his shoulder against yours as a sign of affection. You two had been friends since right after the sports festival so physical contact was pretty normal now. Gently, you rested your head against his firm shoulder and kept your heavy eyes trained on the screen. His breathing hitched and he temporarily stiffened. You thought maybe you had gone too far.

That was until he lifted his arm and wrapping it around your shoulder, pulling you closer with ease. There was that warm laundry smell again. Damn him for smelling so good.

You absentmindedly nuzzled your head into his chest, listening to his notably fast heartbeat. That was when you realized that you didn’t really view Shinso in a completely platonic light. 

And you were okay with that.

Clearly he was too. There was no denying the way he acted around you. The only thing you were worried about though was coming off as a hypocrite.

“Hey Shin?”

“Yeah?”

“Is it bad if… If…”

He noticed the hesitance, dragging his eyes from the screen to the top of your head with a concerned expression.

“If what?”

“If I like someone.. even though things with Denk- Kaminari, I mean- ended so recently?”

You were surprised to hear a deep chuckle above you. Pulling back you shot Shinso a pout and he lazily smirked at you like he always did.

“No, of course not. Why would you think that?”

Because that’s… kinda what he did to me.”

Your purple haired friend’s expression quickly changed to a slightly saddened one and his tone became serious as he pulled back a little to look at you. To really look at you.

“(Y/N)… you are nothing like that. Don’t ever say something like that about yourself.”

You tried to ignore his remark, but two hands clasped your own keeping your attention firmly on Shinso.

“Y’know, I like someone too. Someone who just went through a bad breakup. Does that make me a bad guy?” You felt your heart flutter a little when he said that. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle.

“Well.. no, but-”

“But nothing. It’s not the same, okay? You’re nothing like that prick.”

The way Shinso talked about you, like you mattered… it was something Kaminari had never truly showed you in all of the three years you had been together. The look of adoration in this man’s eyes right now made your heart pound in your ears. The room was hot now, like the air had been sucked from it but almost in a pleasant way. You didn’t know what you were doing, but you lunged forward, pressing your lips against his.

They were soft and smooth. You knew he tried to take care of himself but you didn’t know Shinso took it so seriously. He kissed you back almost immediately. You felt a hand cup your cheek as he angled his head to deepen the kiss. Your mouths opened and it was really all a blur. All you knew was that Shinso was was here with you right now. He cared about you more than your douche of a boyfriend ever did, and he had probably liked you for awhile judging by the way he was really savoring the kiss.

Somewhere between smooches you told each other how you really felt. How badly Shinso wanted you since before you even met Kaminari and how you wished you had just dated Shinso instead.

Needless to say despite Kaminari’s best efforts, he couldn’t put you down.

Shinso simply refused to allow it.

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(A/N) who wants a part 2? Also I know the ending sucks but my Grandpa died like 3 days ago so yeah… lacking motivation.

[unnursvanablog]

All right, it's time to give Hometown Cha Cha Cha a try and see if you can finally get me out of the kdrama slump that Bossam left me in. I feel like I go into most kdramas blind these days. Not knowing an awful lot about the plot other than the cast and maybe the genre.

This is a slice-of-life sort of drama, but somehow it has some characteristics of a hallmark rom-com; a career-focused woman from the city goes to a quaint small town meets a scruffy local man that is too busy to fall in love or something. Loving the pretty scenery. Slice-of-life dramas about escaping the city tend to be filled with these homey, chill and warm scenery.

And homey, chill and warm is sort of the vibe I am hoping for with this drama. It's almost fall and I just want to sit back and relax over the weekend with a hot mug of tea and enjoy some tv time.

Shin Min Ah is gorgeous as always. I love her dimples and she is just lovely in this role. I kinda enjoy how awkward she is and how much time the drama actually focuses on her (for now, a lot of kdramas forget about their female lead half way through). She is an interesting character. She keeps herself very closed off, almost as a way to protect herself and sort of to take care of herself. I think deep down she is a people pleaser, even if she doesn't really enjoy people.

I can understand both her frustration and almost culture shock in this new surroundings, but I can also understand the feelings of the residence of her small town when she acts a bit fuzzy about how they have always done things. It's hard to get climatized.

We haven't had as much time with the male lead, but I enjoy his scenes with Hye Jin. I honestly do like their chemistry a lot and I think the characters do have a very nice balance and comradery together already. He works so damn hard to make his community work and for everyone to just get along. He probably forgets to work on himself or even take care of his own needs in the process.

The town, or the neighborhood, seems to be filled with very interesting, dynamic and fun characters. I enjoy the banter of those supporting characters already and they both feel familiar and yet like their own characters.

There are some flash-backs scenes here and there, which do sort of reveal a little more about everyone relationship with the town, what it may mean to them, which is interesting conflict to tackle in a drama. I am yet to understand fully what Hye Jin's connection is with this town. I don't think it's her hometown... or the place she grew up in and then left. Maybe the title of the drama is suggesting that it will become her hometown.

I just hope the past won't be too dreary and heavy and drag down the plot or the homey vibe I get from it. And I swear if they pull some childhood friends who forgot each other with Hye Jin and Doo Shik then I am going to be a bit annoyed. I hate that trope with a burning passion. It's so overdone at this point.

[adhdeancas]

Sunset Sound: Stairway to Heaven

Special thanks to James @friedchickenangelwings for helping me out with this story. I can’t wait to write this. Read on AO3 here

Summary: Everything is the same up to the end of 15x20. Chuck has been “defeated,” but it was all a farce. When Jack absorbed Chuck, Chuck easily took over the 3 year old’s body and acted as if he were defeated. Chuck!Jack then had the Rusty Nail placed in the barn where Dean died, and with Cas gone, Dean didn’t fight it. Chuck did reimagine Heaven, but he’s fed the same lie to them all: that everything is perfect, they are free, they are in real paradise. Except it’s all an illusion insulated by blue skies and endless horizons. Because, just like the Good Place, people make Heaven into Hell for each other. And there’s nothing Chuck loves more than the natural order of tragedy. He “let it slip” to Bobby that he brought Cas back, when he really left him to rot in the Empty. Dean has to find his best friend before it’s too late, and he has to keep a happy face for everyone else, because Chuck is watching. Always watching.

Chapter One: Runnin’ on Empty

“Well, Cas helped.”

Dean’s heart flutters at that and he looks at Bobby. The damn old man raises his eyebrows; he knows he just buried the lead and he did it on purpose. A soft breath escapes him and he smiles. Maybe this is gonna be alright after all. Hell, maybe he can find that angel and…

“It’s a big new world out there. You’ll see.” 

Dean’s stomach twists at the idea. I don’t wanna see. His stupid brain insists. He takes a swig of the beer in his hand to try to quiet the voice. “Oh, wow.” He recoils a bit and looks at it. “This tastes like the first drink I ever shared with my dad.” He shares a wry smile with Bobby. Drinks with Dad weren’t exactly top-tier, and they both knew it.

“Quality stuff?” 

Dean’s smiling because he feels like he should be. “Nah, it’s crap.” He tries to shift that memory into a good thing, because his memory of his first beer is the crushing doubt and fear that swirled around his head. Finally, he’d done something right enough to earn a beer like a Man, but he still felt… broken. 

He feels the same now.

Maybe it’s because he’d really just wanted a hug.

But Bobby is waiting for him to say something. Dean focuses instead on the surface-level joy of that old mid-evening beer, the pride in his dad’s eyes, trying to drum up the feeling. “But it was fantastic.” 

“Just like this.”

“It’s almost perfect.” Dean manages. He wants Bobby to agree. He wants Bobby to say ‘Yeah, I know, something just ain’t right, can’t put my finger on it,’ but he doesn’t. He lets the silence drag on for a second longer before he fills it.

“He’ll be along.” Dean’s heart jumps, but then he realizes he’s talking about Sam. Not Cas. But he doesn’t want Sam up here anytime soon; he wants Sam to live a nice life with Eileen, like he promised. “Time up here, it’s different. You got everything you could ever want, or need, or dream. So I guess the question is, what are you gonna do now, Dean?”

It kinda feels like when Jack was born and Cas was dead and Sam wanted to go to strip clubs and listen to Zeppelin and eat at the greasiest holes-in-the-wall. Like he had everything he was supposed to want laid right out in front of him, but… none of it made Dean feel anything. He looks around, searching for inspiration, and his eyes land on home. Things always look clearer when he's looking out at ‘em through Baby’s windshield. “I think I’ll go for a drive.” 

“Have fun.” 

He leaves the acrid beer with Bobby and climbs into his car. Maybe he’s insane, but she feels.. different. He is insane. He is in heaven. “Get it together, Dean.” he mutters to himself as he pulls away. Bobby mentioned that his parents are nearby but… Dean doesn't want to face that yet. Nothing to fix your existential crisis about Heaven like a neat talk with your disappointed parents. 

He keeps to the main road instead. He drives for an hour, maybe two, at least that’s what it feels like. From what Bobby said, time isn’t so straightforward here. That only scares him a little bit. Eventually, his brain seems to calm down enough to think clearly. He’d chosen this. He’d accepted this. And he’d meant what he’d said in that barn; he was okay with dying. Of course, he didn’t realize that meant… He didn’t realize that meant more. 

A little voice inside him whispers something evil. He’d just wanted to see Cas again. Even in memories. Like it was before…

He takes a deep breath. “I’m not gonna fuck it up. It’s heaven. I can’t fuck it up in heaven, right?” He laughs out loud to himself, but it’s cut off by Baby groaning underneath him. She starts to slow. “Baby? What the hell?”

She’s out of gas.

Dean grumbles as he pulls over. “Sonuvvabitch, what the-” He almost said what the hell. He’s in heaven. Nothing in hell. Heh. She rolls to a stop and he kills the engine, letting the new silence and stillness wash over him. He sighs. Heaven, huh?

He scrubs a hand across his back and looks over to his right, to an onion field. Yellow and pokey and-

Cas is standing in the middle of it. 

Dean just about has a heart attack. He scrambles out of the car, honks Baby’s horn in the process, is all the way around the car by the time he really sees him.

Cas looks terrible. He’s standing stock-still in the middle of the field, arms down at his sides, crumpled trench coat speckled with the black sludge that haunts Dean’s nightmares. His hair is matted, his face gaunt, eyes sunken in with bags dark as bruises. But what scares Dean the most is the look in his eyes. His eyelids droop and hang and he stares straight ahead, straight at Dean, without seeing him, without any light in them at all. 

It doesn’t look like Cas. 

“Cas?” Dean approaches slowly, hands held out like he would to a wild animal. Cas shows no sign of moving, just stands there. “Cas, look at me, man,” There’s pleading in his voice, but he doesn’t care. He needs Cas to be okay. 

Castiel is not okay. 

As Dean gets closer, he starts to hear screams and crashes. He twists around to look for the source, but it just seemed to come from… around Cas. He looks closer, and Cas’s hands move to fend something off he can’t see. He’s still just staring ahead, but, looking closer at Cas’s face, he sees something he hadn’t noticed before. 

Cas is talking. Well, muttering really. Dean can barely hear him through the pauses in far-off yells. “d-Dea-Dean. Dean- de-Dean.” Dean stomach drops off a cliff. “Dean, just think of… D-du-Dean.” 

“I’m here, Cas.” Fuck the rasp in his voice. Fuck the tears in his eyes. Cas can’t hear him. He can tell by the look in his eyes. “FUCK!” 

He rubs his eyes with his fists furiously. This is so frustrating, this is so-

There is no one there. No sound. Cas is gone. 

Dean strides ahead, but it’s no use. The field is empty, and he is alone. Again. 

It takes Dean a few minutes before he can get himself under control. Cas isn’t there; he has to assume he never had been, not really. So, unless Dean has finally gone off the deep end, it was… what, a vision? A- god, it felt familiar. It felt like - it felt like after purgatory. The same haunted face, the same unseeing eyes. Gone in a blink.

Why am I seeing you again, man? 

But, as sure as he is that there is grass on the ground, he knows Cas can’t hear him.

Dean sits up against his fender and sighs. On the one hand, he is sitting on warm clear asphalt, feeling the afternoon sun bake his face, and on the other, he is miserable and seeing his dead-alive-again best friend. Except if Cas was around, he would come see him. Right? I mean, Dean died. So young. And Cas just told him- 

And Dean is praying to him. And he’s not here. It’s not right. None of it is. That he is sure about. If this was heaven, he didn’t want it.

Dean gets up. Will he ever get some motherfucking peace? He gets in his car, tries the ignition. She starts up again and - miracle of miracles - has gas. He thanks her with a pat and they're off, riding into the eerily-perfect sunset, back the way they came.

Night’s fallen by the time he pulls into the dirt pathway. He parks on the lawn and shivers a little bit in the chill of the night. Funny, he wouldn’t think Heaven got cold. But then again, he wouldn’t have thought Heaven would be shitty either. The roadhouse is inviting and homey, lights on inside. Dean snags a beer from the cooler left out front and kicks the door open softly. “Hello?” He doesn’t know who he’s expecting, but it definitely wasn’t who he gets. 

“Dean!” Charlie wraps him in a hug before he can say anything, and Dean gladly melts into it. God, it’s good to see her. He pulls away and pats her cheek, checking her out. She looks good, normal. Less… dead and bloody than he last saw her? Jesus his mind is a dark place. 

“Hey kid! How the hell are you?” 

Charlie rolls her eyes at the greeting, but she can’t stop grinning. “All things considering, y’know, being dead and all, I’m good!” 

Dean laughs. She’s already rambling, and he missed her. “Sorry about that one,” he winces, remembering his part in the circumstances around her death. 

Charlie chooses to take it as a condolences. “Yeah, you too, dude. But at least we died young and hot, right?” She tugs him over to the bar and leans around to yell at the scuffed doorway. “Ash! We got company?”

Dean’s eyes widen. “Ash? You guys know each other?” 

“Can’t keep geniuses like us apart, compadre,” Dr. BadAss comes out of his backroom, arms spread out in greeting. Dean can’t stop himself from greeting him with a hug. He hadn’t known who to expect here, but Ash and Charlie are just about best case scenario. “What’re you doing here?” 

Dean knows he means how he died, but he looks around anyway. The rest of the bar is quiet and still, and Dean can hear nothing outside the heavy doors either. “I think we gotta problem, Ash.” 

Ash’s face folds into a frown. “What kinda problem?” Dean feels Charlie press in and he glances at her suddenly-serious face. 

“A big one. A heaven sized one.” They all looked around skeptically, a little Scooby-Doo-like, taking in the lifeless room around them. Finally, Ash meets Dean’s eyes, and Dean withdraws a little. 

“Yeah, we know. Welcome to the team, Deano.” 

Tag list: @dochunterwitch  @justonecitizenoftheearth @gnbrules @purpe @castiel-is-a-cat

[mrtheinsatiable]

Started a campaign to 100% inquisition while I was on quarantine, so far I've completed the Hinterlands, Crestwood, the Exalted Plains, and the Western Approach

Right now I'm in the Forbidden Oasis and then I'm going to the Hissing Wastes bc I just really like the dessert maps, though the Hinterlands will always have a special place in my heart, probably because it's the map you see the most of if you play the game over and over and it just feels kinda familiar and homey

I have 147 power because I've been ignoring the main quests and completing side quests in rapid succession (I did do Here Lies the Abyss bc I always get Griffon Wing Keep and Adamant mixed up and I thought I had to do it to unlock the area behind the Gates of Toth)

[givemestories-givemelife]

Blueberries, Lavender & Hot Matcha Tea  (Part 2)

A SasuHina ficlet

PART 1| Part 2

AN: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE WHO COMMENTED, OR RE-BLOGGED, OR LIKED THE FIRST PART TO THIS FIC. It truly means more than I can say. Helped a lot with motivation and it’s super cool to know that people are reading the things I write. I hope the follow up chapter doesn’t disappoint <3

Summary: Hinata has a run in with a familiar face.

Warnings: Brief mentions of grief and anxiety (because Hinata’s a nervous butterfly) but nothing remotely heavy. Also there’s alcohol consumption.

Word count: 6167

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Lavender

Hinata knows that she needs to start putting herself out there. She can’t stay holed up comfortably in her room while years of her life pass on by, listening to cigarettes after sex under the safe warmth of her white fluffy blanket that still smells like her late mothers perfume, and sniffing essential oils like they’re some kind of soft-core drug to distract her spiralling thoughts from every embarrassingly mortifying predicament she’s ever found herself in.

She’s been trying really hard not to think about spilling her extra hot matcha latte all over this potentially handsome stranger a few days ago. She thinks - potentially - because she did not have the courage to look at the man's face after maiming him and probably ruining his expensive suit!

Hinata’s sure she must have ruined his entire morning, which must have ruined his whole day, and now he probably hates her. Oh goodness, Hinata strongly dislikes the thought of people out there in this world walking around hating her.  

Wow, these thoughts are entirely useless, she really needs to stop her brain from going down these awful paths.  

Today Hinata has decided to try really hard not to wallow in the comfort of all her numbing guilty pleasures.  

So, when Sakura Haruno, the loud and outgoing girl with pretty pink hair, who always smells like strawberries and vanilla from her photography course asked if she wanted to hangout and work on their portfolio’s after class; Hinata was thankful for the distraction.

They had spent that afternoon drinking green tea at the kitchen table in Sakura’s little homey apartment, showing each other their favourite pieces and sharing feedback.

“You have to include this one, it’s so cute” Sakura gushes, pointing at a print of children finger painting; a mischievous little boy is smearing bold red paint all over the face of a girl whose expression is twisted in pure terror.

“You have a real talent for capturing the essence of people.” She continues in a dreamy tone, “it’s like you’re able to capture the moment they’re most alive, even if it’s just the little moments, y’know?”  

Hinata blushes at the complement, “th-thank you Sakura.”

“It's kind of ironic that people are your main muse considering how afraid of them you are.” She teases.

“I’m not sca-AhyH!”

Of course, that’s the moment a woman with a giant blond ponytail barges through the door brandishing a bouquet of peonies making Hinata squeal. “Sakura I swear to god if you ate the last of the ice-cream again, I’m gonna- Oh! hello there.” The crazy flower lady stops mid-threat noticing a stranger in her apartment.

“Ino this is Hinata from class, Hinata this is my roommate Ino.” Sakura introduces, failing to constrain her laughter.

Ino’s demeanor does a 180 as she gently rests the flowers on her lacquered kitchen counter and approaches Hinata in a trance like state. “Your hair is so long and gorgeous, it totally reminds me of the violets we have at the flower shop -- you have to let me braid it.” She breathes and Hinata’s eyes are as wide as the sky outside.

“Ino, tone it down you’re going to scare her.” Sakura chides, rolling her eyes, not at all surprised by her roommate's antics. “Do you always have to act like such a spazz?”

“I am but a simple girl who is a slave to all things beautiful.” Ino proudly counters running her fingers through blue strands and Hinata mentally notes that she smells like a garden.

Sakura’s phone vibrates on the kitchen table, “it’s Naruto,” she says glancing at the screen. “Wondering when we’ll be coming over.”

“I don’t know, an hour or two? Tell him we’re bringing Hinata!” Ino adds excitedly and starts to braid blue hair without permission. “You should come out tonight with Sakura and I, meet the rest of the gang.”

“Oh.” In high school Hinata was never able to make friends with girls, and spent most of her time in the photography club’s black room developing pictures. Her introverted nature made it difficult to connect with people, but in this moment, the prospect of meeting Sakura’s friends, and the inclusive enthusiasm from these girls is making Hinata a little emotional. “I-I don’t know.”  

“Hinata, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but I think it could be good for you,” Sakura encourages.

“Carpe diem bitch,” is Ino’s convincing addition.

Hinata giggles, absent mindedly sniffing her wrist searching for the comforting sweet scent of the fragrance she’s wearing today, “yeah, okay.”

Ino makes a pleased sound and saunters over to a kitchen drawer to snatch a pair of scissors and clips the head off of one the peonies, then ties it into the base of Hinata’s braid. “You really have no idea how cute you are Hinata,” she coos observing her work in admiration and Hinata feels warm all over.

Hinata likes the rapport between Ino and Sakura, there’s something about their friendship that she finds inspiring.  

When they split what’s left of the chocolate ice-cream and start getting ready for a night out, Hinata can’t help pulling out her camera and snapping shots of Ino with her shades of purple and Sakura’s vibes in red. Hinata feels outshined in her usual high waisted mom jean and oversized grey patterned sweater.  

But that’s okay, she still feels like one of the girls.

~~~

Ino had made a strong case for wanting to get her steps in for the day, (since her fitbit said she had only reached 8243 so far) convincing the girls to walk to Naruto’s apartment instead of taking the bus. On their stroll Sakura and Ino began giving Hinata character profiles of everyone she was going to meet and Hinata found them to be quite amusing.

Ino playfully starts with, “Shikamaru’s like, my best bro. I’ve known him forever, smartest guy I know but a total stoner and he doesn’t give a fuck about anything.

“Choji gives the best hugs and he loves giving them, so if he looks like he’s going in for one - just let it happen - you’ll hurt his feelings if you don’t.”

“Naruto and Kiba are basically the same person and are the biggest loudest dorks on the planet,” Sakura chimes in, “but they’re also super friendly and kinda funny if you can get over their lack of brain cells.”

“Then there’s Sasuke,” Ino says, and hearing that name strikes a familiar chord with Hinata, triggering flashes of fond memories. “He’s really hot, but kind of a dick,” Ino hugs herself smiling at a distant memory, “basically, we all know each other from going to the same high school -”

“Ino and I had the hugest rivalry back then because we both wanted him.”  

“What happened?” Hinata really wanted to ask if they were talking about Sasuke Uchiha, but didn’t want to interrupt the momentum of their story.

“We were so stupid causing all sorts of drama in our little social circle nearly tearing it apart, and Sasuke wasn’t having any of it, one day he told us to grow the fuck up and to leave him alone.” That did kind of sound like something Sasuke would say, but that would just be too big of a coincidence, wouldn’t it?

“We both cried.” Sakura snickers sheepishly.

“Eventually we finally realized that friendships should be forever-”

“And boyfriends are whatever.” Both girls enthusiastically finish the rehearsed line making silly faces at each other.

Hinata giggles at that, whishing she had taken a picture, “awe, that’s so cute.”

“And now he’s one of our good friends, but I just want to warn you that he can be cold and he can be mean and if he says something dickish, please don’t take it personally.”

Hinata hums, only half listening to Ino. Was it possible that when Hinata arrives at this apartment she was going to be face to face with the childhood friend she hasn’t seen in over a decade?  

Guess she’ll just have to wait and see.

~~~

When Hinata enters the apartment, her senses are immediately overstimulated; it smells salty like ramen and sour with beer which clashes with how clean and pristine the space actually is. It’s decorated with blacks, whites and a few splashes of colors, but overall has a very minimalist feel.

Hinata barely has time to kick her shoes off before she’s surrounded by strangers, and can’t stop the heat from suffusing her face from the disorienting barrage of unwanted attention.  

“Hey bitches!” Ino yells at the group, “we’re here! We know you missed us!”

“This is the beautiful Hinata,” Sakura adds, and Hinata really wants to hide under a rock somewhere. “Be nice okay, she’s really shy.”

“Hey I’m Naruto.” A blond man appears beaming at her, outstretching his hand. “I have never seen eyes that look like your eyes before!”

“Oh.” Hinata went to shake his hand but was interrupted by another hand grabbing hers and kissing it, which is so uncalled for.

“And I’m Kiba, don’t listen to that guy, he’s a complete moron.” He says with a wolfish grin and Hinata has no idea what’s going on anymore.

When she tries to turn away, she’s met with the kind face of a stout man in a green Zelda t-shirt with his arms wide open for an inviting hug. She decides to accept her fate by awkwardly stepping forward wearing a confused pout, and lets the arms of a stranger wrap around her in what is surprisingly one of the best hugs she has ever received. He smells nice, Hinata thinks. Savoury and warm like a thanksgiving dinner. For a moment she actually feels safe, like a veil has been thrown over the sudden wave of chaos, giving her a quiet moment for her heartbeat to settle, “I’m Choji, it’s really nice to meet you Hinata, try not to worry so much, everyone here is harmless, I promise.” He says, rubbing gentle circles on her back.

When Choji pulls away, he sends her one last reassuring smile before padding off towards the ponytailed man currently dying of laughter, and joining him on a leather couch. Choji grabs a handful of potato chips from a bowl on the marble coffee table and starts earnestly snacking.

Snacks! Snacks sound really nice right now! Tasting tasty things can sometimes be a good distraction when Hinata is overwhelmed. She self-consciously shuffles forward towards the provisions, drawn towards the colorful array of fresh fruits, grabbing a small handful of blueberries and popping one of them in her mouth. She tries to ignore the pair legs in her periphery... she needs a moment before making another introduction.

Hinata jumps feeling a presence directly behind her, she twirls around to see Naruto pulling back appearing extremely guilty.

What was he doing?  Was he pointing at her hair?

“Hehehe, sorry about that,” he says, smiling sheepishly, and scratches the back of his head, “I was just pointing out to my friend here, how beautiful your hair is, what a wonderful shade of blue,” he made a weird face directed at someone over her head, “are you enjoying those, blueberries?”

Okay.

Hinata hears more laughter coming from ponytail boy on the couch.

Weird.

Hinata turns to see who Naruto is looking at and-

Oh.

Sasuke?

Sasuke was here.  

It was her Sasuke!

She instantly looks away, eyes wide, staring down at the hardwood floors.

Well, not her Sasuke. But an older version of the one she knew as a child. The one she met that one summer years ago and spent nearly every day with him before her mother fell ill and her family moved away in the wake of tragedy.

And he was... Glaring at her? No, he was glaring at Naruto? He kind of looked like he recognized her, but why would he be glaring?

“This is fucking stupid,” Sasuke seethes and takes off towards the kitchen, where Kiba and Ino are talking and drinking.

Ouch.

Sakura approaches Hinata with a glass in hand, Hinata stares at the ice clinking as she offers it, “vodka soda, with lime?”

Well, one drink couldn’t hurt, Hinata thinks.

She glances over at a brooding Sasuke leaning on the kitchen island sipping his beer.

She might need it.

~~~

It’s nearly an hour later and Hinata feels the dread sinking deep into the pit of her stomach. She desperately wishes she could conjure up some courage, approach Sasuke, and see how he’s been after all these years, but he still hasn’t left from his spot in the kitchen.  

She’s starting to believe that maybe he doesn’t recognize her, which is a rather sad thought.

Hinata also appears to be at the butt end of some sort of mean inside joke that she doesn’t understand, ponytail bo- Shikamaru and Naruto joined Sasuke in the kitchen and kept making not-so-subtle glances her way -- but whatever -- she’s a big girl, she’s not going to cry about it even if she wants to.

Currently she’s sitting on the puffy leather couch between Choji and Sakura, Sakura is sharing the memes she’s saved onto her phone this month with Ino and Kiba while Hinata stares down at the melting ice in her drink and Choji attempts to calm her with platitudes.

Hinata doesn’t regret coming tonight despite feeling like the biggest fool in existence.

After all, tonight she actually has the opportunity to reconnect with someone she still thinks about, even after all these years.

She has always wondered what had happened to that bratty boy she met that one summer.

The sinking feeling grows deeper and Hinata feels her heart beating in the drums of her ears.

She takes one last tentative sip before downing the rest of her drink and summons every ounce of bravery she didn’t know she had to strengthen her resolve.

She stands from the couch with shaky determination ignoring Choji’s concerned inquiry, then forces one foot in front of the other strait towards the guiding bright lights of the kitchen.

The easy conversation awkwardly dies down when she arrives beside Naruto and Sasuke. She feels both their gazes land on her, and Hinata spots an ugly orange magnet on the stainless-steel fridge Sasuke is leaning on that has the phrase - believe it! - stamped on it and chooses to direct most of her focus on the positive affirmation.

“Uh, hey Hinata, you doing okay?” Naruto asks, slightly taken aback. Hinata nods still focusing on the magnet, face heating up as the beginning of a buzz tingles in the corners of her mind. “Can I get you another drink?”

She looks down at the empty glass she grips and nods again, muttering a quiet thank you, and handing it over. He takes it and moves further down the island to chat with Shikamaru and starts making her another.

“Hi Sasuke,” she forces passed her chapped lips.

“Hello Hinata.” Sasuke says, sounding about as uncomfortable as she feels and she looks up, hopeful, to meet his burning gaze and quickly looks back at that stupid orange magnet.

“So, you do remember me?” She asks, confused as to why he’s been ignoring her since her arrival.

“I remember how two days ago you ran into me quite rudely, burning me with tea.”

Hinata’s brain short-circuits.  

“Wait what!?-”

No! No no no no no. Impossible. No.

“-That- that was you? oh my god, oh no! I am so sorry about that, I really wasn’t looking where I was going, I-I can’t believe this, I swear you just came out of nowhere though, oh my goodness, I can’t believe that was-”  

“Please just stop before you give yourself an aneurysm.” Sasuke lifts his hands in a placating manner and Hinata snaps her mouth shut. “So that’s not how you seem to know me?” He asks, further rankling as the conversation drags on.

“So you don’t remember me.” She says mostly to herself, completely humiliated by this entire exchange, every time she opens her mouth it’s like falling down a flight of stairs -- Hinata seriously wishes she would reach the bottom already.

“Remember you from... where?”  

“I-I mean I guess it’s not that surprising, we were only nine or ten at the time and it-it was only one summer... over a decade ago... You-you never really did call me by my name either.” Hinata says focusing on her twiddling fingers, her voice barely above a whisper, a pensive smile framing her lips at the memory.

There’s a long drawn out silence before Sasuke slowly asks, “...Tomato face?”  

Hinata feels her face burn red at the old moniker, nodding. “Yeah...”

“Hyuuga, Hinata. Shit. Yeah. I do remember.”

The culminating tension finally releases from the moment and Hinata smiles at the black and white tiles breathing just a little bit easier.

He remembers.

“Wait... Did I hear you call her a tomato?” Naruto returns with a mildly amused Shikamaru in tow, handing Hinata her drink, and looks between the pair completely intrigued.

~~~

It didn’t take long for the word to spread that Hinata and Sasuke were childhood friends and everyone congregated into the small-ish kitchen asking curious questions.

It also didn’t take long for everyone to lose interest when Naruto nudged Hinata and started grilling her for embarrassing details of what a prepubescent Sasuke was like, earning him a surly glare. Hinata shyly shrugged saying, “I-I don’t really remember, it was a long time ago.”  

Safe to say -- Naruto didn’t buy it, but surprisingly didn’t press further, and the group dispersed, leaving them to reacquaint.

The conversation between them after that was unfortunately still quite awkward, thankfully, Hinata wasn’t entirely to blame.

They exchanged small talk, Hinata mentions that she actually works at Heaven’s Little Corner and was just coming off her shift early when she ran into him the other day, and Sasuke talks about going to school and getting a Bachelor's degree in Business and how he focused on E-commerce after graduation. Overall, their -- re-connecting -- consisted of the typical pleasantries involved in catching up, and Hinata couldn’t distinguish if she was disappointed or relieved when their conversation came to a lull and she couldn’t think of anymore pointless verbiage to drag it along.

What she really wanted was to reminisce over hot days on the beach, collecting tiny crabs to occupy the sandcastles they built, and how Hinata had found sand in her hair days after the event. She wanted to talk about ice-cream and food fights and sneaking out to gaze at the stars in the night sky way past their bedtime, and how they pondered if aliens exist.

“I think the universe is too big for there not to be something out there somewhere.”  

She remembers Sasuke saying, thoughtfully looking up.

“I-I think you’re an alien.”

She said back, earning her an indignant huff.  

“Whatever tomato face.”

She wanted to talk about how simple everything was when they were kids, how she misses that naivety and how scary the world had revealed itself to be over the years.

Hinata was never good at making friends, even as a child, but she could still look back and she knew that Sasuke was one. He had been the last mark on her childhood that had made it a good one, the last moments she had to truly be a kid before she lost her mother, the truest love she had ever felt, forcing her to grow up.

Instead silence overtakes the kitchen and they both stare at their drinks unsure of what to say.

Sasuke isn’t how she remembers him at all. Yeah, he has the same face, just matured, and the same haughtiness, but the spark for life that had once inspired her seemed to be gone.

Which is an unfair thought to have, she admits, but she can’t stop herself from thinking it.

“Well I think it’s time to go on an adventure,” Naruto awkwardly offers.  

“An adventure?”  Hinata repeats, eyes growing wide.

“Naruto’s idea of an adventure is leaving the house and walking around the block.” Sasuke says rolling his eyes.

“Hey anything can be an adventure if you let it!”

~~~

It smells like damp grass and Hinata nearly jumps out of her skin as Naruto’s roar of triumph echo's off the surrounding buildings, catching the glow in the dark frisbee Kiba threw him. Sakura and Ino had joined them in their late-night excursion and Hinata can’t suppress the giddy giggles from watching them stumble about attempting athleticism when they are clearly four or five drinks deep.

She snaps a few photos and decides that she likes Naruto’s philosophy of approaching even the mundane aspects of life as an adventure.

This whole day certainly has felt like one.

Hinata puts her camera away, feels the chill in the October air, and pulls her scarf tighter. She casts a glance over at the park bench where Shikamaru was smoking a joint to see that he’s now casually chatting about... string theory? -- to Choji, who continues to nod his head like he understands.  

Her trailing gaze then lands on Sasuke and-  

Hinata immediately looks back towards the glowing air bound frisbee.  

He was watching her - he looked suspicious - Hinata doesn’t know of what.

“Hey Sakura,” Hinata tries to call out, voice wavering, “it’s getting late, I think I-I should start heading home.”

That seems to put a halt on the physical activity for a moment, she’s then hugged by every frisbee player.

“It was nice meeting you Hinata.”

“Come back any time.”

“Yes please! We need more girls in our group, Sakura and I are severely outnumbered.”  

“Are you sure you don’t want us to walk you?” Sakura slurs slightly, pulling away from the tight embrace.

“I’ll be fine, thank you Sakura,” Hinata smiles at her newest friend and turns to leave but stops at the bench to wave goodbye at Choji and Shikamaru, earning her a warm smile and a lazy nod. She looks at Sasuke’s arms proudly crossed over his broad chest and says, “it was nice seeing you again Sasuke.” And makes her way down the busy street, casting one last glance behind her just in time to see Sakura jump on Ino piggyback style to catch the frisbee in an impressive display of drunken camaraderie.

She smiles wider to herself. Wow. Today was a good day. An Adventure! Even if seeing Sasuke again was really weird and awkward and not at all how she wished it could have gone, she still met a lot of new people – Sakura's friends are so nice! They made her feel right at home and didn’t make her feel too weird about being shy and -

“Hey, Hinata.”

Hinata startles, hearing the sound of her name accompanied by footsteps catching up and her breath hitches when she turns to see Sasuke slowing down next to her.

“S-Sasuke? What are you-”

“I’m going to walk you home,” he snorts like it’s obvious, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black jacket, “it’s late.”

“Oh,” Hinata hugs herself, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious and maybe even a little nauseous as they walk in silence, their steps in sync.  

She can feel the heat of his gaze on her and Hinata makes a point to stare at the crispy autumn leaves on the pavement – yeah – Hinata has no idea what to make of this.

“You know it finally makes sense now, why I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”  

Hinata trips over nothing, “you what?”  

Leaves. Look at the leaves. The beautiful burnt orange leaves. Just. Keep. Looking.

“At the coffee shop, there was something about you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Guess I thought you were familiar somehow.” Sasuke shrugs, with an air of nonchalance as they cross the street.

“Oh,” Hinata’s starting to feel warm, she doesn’t know if it’s from their quickening pace, the two drinks she’s had or how Sasuke is close enough for their shoulders to brush.

“It’s kind of crazy that we’d run into each other like this, after all these years.”  

Hinata stops walking and Sasuke mirrors her. There’s something in his tone that catches Hinata off guard, something almost fond? Hinata looks back in the direction of his friends, they’re about five blocks away now.  

Sasuke seemed... different than how he’s been all night -- more open somehow. Maybe he feels weird about their earlier interactions too, but didn’t feel comfortable acting this way in front of his friends? Sasuke’s always been a very private person, even as a child.

“Yeah it is,” Hinata bites her lip and throws him a timid fleeting smile, silently wishing she knew what was going through his mind.

“So, why did you come back to Konoha.”  

“I-uh-” Hinata starts playing with the hem of her sweater and reminds herself it’s good to open up, “-wanted to figure out this life thing for myself – be independent - if my dad had his way, I’d never leave home or do anything that wasn’t part of his plan-” she tapers off, distracted by the approaching sound of music, a dumb smile spreads across her face when she sees an old skinny man on a sparkly bicycle riding past them on the road blaring ‘Dancing Queen’ from an oversized speaker he probably installed himself -- he seemed so – in the moment, like all that existed was him and the music filling the streets that he owned – Hinata silently mourns the missed opportunity of capturing that moment forever in a-

“You were saying,” Sasuke pokes her shoulder harder than necessary, bursting her from her reverie, and starts leading her down concrete stairs away from the bustling main road of the city, towards the waterfront.

“Right,” Hinata continues feeling energized from the random encounter and embarrassed from being caught drifting away in a daydream when they were in the middle of a conversation, “it was – uh - hard to leave my sister, but she encouraged me to go, that I should at least attempt to do the dream chasing thing.” Hinata pats her shoulder bag in reference to her camera. “I saved up some money and here I am, making it up as I go.”

“Hm, you always were snapping pictures everywhere you went.”  

Their steps slow to a stop once they reach the cold metal railing where tourists gather during the day overlooking the docks, but it’s mostly quiet at this time of night.

It smells cold from the breeze and salty from the ocean. The lampposts must need changing because the only light is from the half-moon in the cloudless sky, casting them in dark shades of blue.

Hinata takes a deep breath observing the skyline and the colorful lights reflecting in the undulating ocean waves, then asks the question that’s been bothering her since their seemingly kismet reunion. “What do you remember after all this time?”

“I remember...” He trails off, Hinata doesn’t miss the sly edge in his tone. “That I had told you I’d marry you one day,” his voice is deep, almost gravely when he takes a slow playful step closer and Hinata swears her heart skips several beats noticing their breaths mixing in the cold air between them. “And that... you were technically my first kiss.” He says with a sarcastic snort, stepping back, and gesticulates somewhere behind them. “You can’t tell them about it though. Especially Naruto, the idiot would never let me live it down.”

Hinata blushes at the memory and attempts to mask her frown with an indignant pout, trying not to take the jeer personally.

Sasuke always did like to mess with her.

“You were my only kiss.” Hinata then whispers without thinking and regrets it. She immediately hates the implications -- like she’s some inexperienced-love-sick-twenty-something, who’s never gotten over her childhood crush.

Hinata sighs, briefly drowning in her own self-deprecating thoughts, gripping at the railing, eyes a passing ship, and pretends she can’t feel him studying her, surprised by the admission.

“What do you remember?” He asks back, finally breaking the silence.

She bites her lip, thinking, a rush of memories flashing one by one, settling on their goodbye -- her sobbing because she had to move away to a new city thousands of miles away that had special doctors who could treat her mother, how Sasuke was speechless and could only squeeze her tight in the first and only hug they had ever shared.  

She remembers how he always told her she should stand up for herself, even against him, and she remembers how sometimes when she was around, he’d bite his tongue, holding back petulant sneers.

There’s a small quirk to her lips when she softly says, “Looking back, I-I always thought that we brought out the best in each other.”

There’s another long silence and Hinata once again feels the heavy weight of his gaze examining her, he reaches out and she stiffens when he gently grips the base of her braid touching the bright pink flower there.

“Did Ino do this?” He quietly asks, and there something hidden in his voice that shifts the mood of their conversation, and he’s close again, close enough for their visible breaths to once again mix, his fingers trail down towards the tail end of her braid.

“Uh huh.” Hinata breathes, watching his fingers play with the tip of her strands.

“Why can’t you…” he starts to ask, unsure, but curious, “never mind.” He let’s go of the braid, huffing lightly in frustration and leans on the railing, looking out towards the roaring waves.

Hinata’s stunned by his sudden apprehension. "Why can’t I what?”

“I said never mind.”

“But… I- I want to know.”

“Why can’t you look at me?”  

“Oh.”  

Sasuke sighs, “you don’t have to answer.”

Hinata bites her lip hard, internally wincing. “I-it’s not just you it’s most people really.” She starts, racking her brain for the right words “- It’s -it’s embarrassing… Well everything is embarrassing but, I get anxious about nothing all the time? And looking at people. I don’t know. I get paranoid that they can hear my thoughts or something? Not that I’m thinking about anything weird, well sometimes I am… it’s easier when they’re not looking back at me... Anyways... I guess it’s just become a bad habit now…” she sighs and smiles bitterly at the mess that just flew out of her mouth. “So, to summarize, looking at people kind of sometimes really freaks me out?”

“I see,” Sasuke says, Hinata glances at his mouth, he’s smiling a little, it’s almost warm in an amused sort of way, which completely disarms her.  

Hinata’s tongue feels dry, “uhm, do-do you ever feel anxious?”  

“Never. I get annoyed or frustrated with people very easily though, which can be problematic, not that I care”

“I guess some things never change then.” Hinata teases gently.

Sasuke smirks, he seems ready to retort with a quip but retreats and opts for something entirely different, “are there things that help you with your anxiety?”

There’s something about the question that makes Hinata feel warm all over, she never really gets to talk about these kinds of things without it feeling like it would dampen the mood, but there’s surprisingly no judgement in his tone, he seems genuinely curious, which encourages her to open up some more, "I find different scents to be calming, so I wear whatever my current favorite essential oil is on my wrist every day and whenever I feel too overwhelmed,” Hinata begins to explain in a rush pulling her sleeve up to demonstrate and presents Sasuke her wrist, “I close my eyes, count down from ten and-” Hinata’s breath catches in her throat and her eyes fly open when Sasuke gently pulls her forward by the wrist and she feels the softness of his lips brush over her pulse, then draws in a slow breath to scent the fragrance she chose to wear that day, “...and... sniff.”

Oh goodness, is it getting hot out here? Because Hinata’s face feels like it’s about to burst into flames. Hinata debates pulling her arm back but is currently enraptured by the softest look she’s seen on the Uchiha’s face this evening.  

This feels way too intimate, and Hinata thinks she likes it. Hinata thinks that maybe this is what’s been missing in her life. The feeling of being close to someone in more ways than just proximity. Is it possible she’s been physically and emotionally touch starved for years without realizing it?

That’s a thought that petrifies her. How sleeping on your basest human needs can become a habit, and you find yourself going through the trivial motions of existence, not bothering to search for more, for something that makes your heart sing, twist, and turn into itself the way that muscle pumping blood through her circulatory system at a quickening pace is doing right now.

“Lavender,” Sasuke murmurs against her wrist and his breath feels hot on her skin, Hinata struggles for breath when the sensation brings her back to the present moment and she realizes that she’s been staring directly into his darkened obsidian eyes, boring into hers and she finds herself unable to look away. A subtle look of achievement flashes through them when he softly asks, “you okay there?”

Is she dead? Is she imagining this? This whole situation with the soft touches coinciding with depressing epiphanies triggered by Sasuke smelling her suddenly seems completely absurd, and Hinata’s not sure she’ll be able to form a coherent sentence any time soon.

“I uh, uhm.” There’s definitely something wrong with Hinata’s voice when she attempts to speak.

“I think that...” Sasuke smoothly adjusts their hands to interlock their fingers and his hand feels so warm in hers, “you should go out with me.”

What is happening?

“No.”

Hinata kinda meant to say yes, but sure, no works too?

“What?”

“I mean, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Hinata winces slightly. Gosh what is she even saying? Is this some sort of weird defense mechanism because she’s afraid of getting hurt?  

Sasuke nods slowly, narrowing his eyes, “why not.”

Don’t you have to risk getting hurt to get anywhere in life that’s worth while?

“I-I don’t know.”

“Hn.” Sasuke breaks eye contact and lets their holding hands fall. Hinata reels at the loss of warmth. He turns away from her and crosses his arms over the railing and looks out towards the dark rhythmic waves of the ocean. Hinata worries her bottom lip between her teeth as she studies the man before her. The moonlight is hitting the sharp angles of his face just perfect, and Hinata’s in awe. He’s all grown up now, and by default that means Hinata is too. Yet, here they are, the oldest they’ve been, and still the youngest they will ever be.  

Nostalgia floods through Hinata’s system, deciding to grab the moment instead of letting it pass. She’s not sure when she pulled the camera out of her bag, but the flash went off before she understood that she was taking a picture.

Sasuke jumps slightly at the flash and is pulled from his brooding thoughts, shooting her a puzzled glare.

“Sorry, that was kind of weird of me. I just – I just thought you-you looked erm... nice in the moonlight?”  

A bewildered look flashes across Sasuke’s face before a small smile begins to form and he laughs! He actually, genuinely laughs while shaking his head in what appears to be disbelief.  

The only thing Hinata can do is smile sheepishly distracted by how handsome he looks when he lets go of his composure, the light in his eyes makes him look younger, like the Sasuke she knew all those years ago.  

Hinata wonders if any of his friends get to see him like this.

He looks down at the pavement, shoulders still shaking, smile still present and pinches the bridge of his nose while taking in a slow breath and on his exhale, he reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, unlocks it, hands it over and says, “give me your number.”

Hinata tentatively obliges, pulling open the add new contact page, filling in the blanks then handing it back. Sasuke starts typing something in his phone and asks. “Do you work Sunday?”  

“Uhm, yes?”  

Hinata’s phone buzzes, when retrieving it from her bag she sees a text from an unknown number.

>> I’m going to come by after your shift and I'm taking you out. Don’t even bother using your mouth to respond.

Hinata feels her fingers tingling and tries to open her mouth to speak, closes it, bites her lip to try and stifle her giggles and resists the urge to slap herself in the face for acting like a complete airhead.

She pushes her fears aside one more time tonight...

And takes the damn dive.

<< Okay <3

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AN2:  Wow, okay. A month later and I have the second part to this little story. This is the first time that I’m posting something I didn’t just throw together in one sitting. I’ve also never posted anything that was longer than 1200 words and it’s unexpectedly a little nerve-wracking??? OKAY SO, I guess there’s going to be one last chapter and it’s going to be like 90% SasuHina interactions? And spoiler alert they’re finally going to make-out. I have this SasuHina headcannon where they’re both private people who generally keep to themselves -- so people think they’re a boring couple, but when they’re alone together it’s like they’re in their own little world, and that’s the dynamic I’m looking forward to exploring in the final part.  I’m not sure when it’s going to be up since I have a bunch of other stuff I need to work on so it depends on how the inspo hits me, but I do have plenty of fun ideas!