#it's just after awhile it grates on you and idk i always think it's kind of cheap to rely on being mean for jokes even when it works

[elliephile]

heart to heart ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

summary: reader basically comes out to jackson ellie without actually saying it. for context reader has now been in jackson for awhile and has become close friends with ellie.

cw: no smut just kissing and making out. just ellie and reader having secret crushes on eachother & being cute. kinda inspired by dina and ellie during the blizzard. pretty wholesome besides a make out session. also not proofread!

a/n: also this is my first time writing on here and i hardly know how to work this so bare w me if I do something wrong or weird 🚶‍♀️I kept it a little short but i have a couple ideas on where to take it for another part. but i also feel like it might be good as just one part. idk hehe

It wasn’t often that Jackson welcomed new people, but when they did, it was always with open arms and generosity. That is, once whoever they found was no longer deemed a threat. You always thought Maria was better than you for that – for letting in new people, seemed too risky, but then she’d say something like “that new person was once you,” and then you’d feel kind of dumb. You’d just been in Jackson for so long now that you hardly thought about life before you stumbled upon the now familiar settlement. Regardless, life before Jackson wasn’t worth thinking about. You hated talking about things that were in any way traumatic or uncomfortable, which is probably why you didn’t have much to say when Maria was a little too enthusiastic for you to meet the new boy your age that Joel and Tommy ending up taking back to town during one of their patrols.

“He’s cute huh? Well mannered too,” Maria began, her tone rather suggestive. You simply widened your eyes, looking down at the tired, wooden bar counter of the Tipsy Bison, hoping your silence was any indication that you did not like where this was going. “I could set you and him up for patrol together, y’know? You could show him the ropes and I don’t know maybe you two—” before Maria could even finish her train of thought, you cut her off, grateful your order of two sandwiches came at what seemed like the perfect timing.

You smiled a small smile to Maria, hurriedly grabbing both sandwiches and getting yourself up to get the fuck out of there. You knew she meant well. She was always trying to be helpful but there’s no way she could have known that maybe you just didn’t like boys. In the post-apocalyptic world, sayings like “there’s plenty of fish in the sea” were simply inaccurate. It’s not like there were a ton of guys around in Jackson; maybe a few, but you never showed any interest, and you spent most of your time with Ellie anyway. Maria probably just thought you were lonely or something, but you were more than content with Ellie’s company.

“Gotta go Maria. See you around!” You didn’t really know what else to say because you knew Maria would end up doing whatever she wanted. If she envisioned you and the new guy together, it wouldn’t be long til’ she put you on patrol with him. That, and you felt indebted to her for giving you a chance at a somewhat normal life in Jackson, so you never really challenged her. Part of you wanted to come clean and tell her you just weren’t attracted to him, or any guy really, but what if the right guy just hadn’t come along? Your sexuality didn’t make sense to you, and it’s not like there were a ton of ways to figure it out. You could only go by what felt right.

As you trudged your way to the stables, holding the sandwiches close to your chest to contain their warmth, you spotted Ellie alongside Shimmer, putting her back after patrol. Excited to see her, you immediately picked your feet up, struggling to gain any speed with how deep the snow was.

“Hey” you called out, finally reaching the freckle faced girl. “When’d you get back?” your words were hard to form with how cold it was outside and despite the several layers you put on, you never got used to the snow, or the cold weather in general.

“Uhh, just a few minutes ago. You okay?” Ellie’s attention quickly diverted over to you, and though she was worried about you, she also couldn’t hold back a playful smile. Something about seeing you all flustered and cold in the snow made her wanna laugh.

“Please I know you’re holding in a laugh. I’m fucking freezing, but I brought you a sandwich. Here, catch.” A half annoyed scoff falls from your lips as you attempt to throw the sandwich, but your arm feels too frozen to move.

“You know, I think i’ll just grab it myself.” A chuckle falls from her lips and you can’t help but admire her. She seemed to be good at almost everything she did.

You avoided patrol on especially colder days, knowing how miserable you’d be, so Ellie would pick up your slack, offering to go in place of you. You took up the offer only after Ellie insisted profusely; she really cared about you, even if she seemed to be laughing at your misery right now. You always felt bad when she went out of her way for you, so you’d thank her one way or another; today you’d brought her a sandwich.

As she leaned forward into you, your stomach filled with butterflies, and even being a few inches away from her made you feel warmer. She grabbed the sandwiches, placing them in her bag before snaking her arms around you, squeezing you tightly in her hold. Your bodies were so close you could feel her cheek press against yours. “Alright. Let me keep you warm til’ we get back to my place. Consider it a thank you for bringing me food.”

You allowed yourself to lean into Ellie, letting her guide the way back. It was hardly a long walk back but the coldness made it feel like forever. Honestly though, you didn’t mind the excuse to be held by Ellie.

You two were nothing but close friends. Pretty much everyone knew one way or another that Ellie was lesbian, but you’d never expressed that you might’ve been too. Even though there was so obviously a brewing chemistry between you and her, neither of you acknowledged it and everyone else just took it as a mere friendship. It was also very possible that Ellie was utterly and completely oblivious and could never believe in a million years that you liked her.

“I don’t know how you don’t get hypothermia out there.” You mumbled, crossing your arms tightly together as the two of you dragged through the snow. Ellie shrugged, “I mean, I do get cold but I suck it up, get used to it. I guess I’m just better than you.” The two of you made eye contact, an annoyed look in your eyes as you looked right at her, “I would fucking bury you in this snow right now if I wasn’t freezing my ass off.”

If even possible at this point, Ellie leaned her head closer into yours, bringing her lips to your ears, “That’s a load of shit. You know I could take you any day. C’mon now.” She chuckled deeply, and honestly, she was probably right. Whether she was joking or not, you knew there was truth in what she said; she was completely capable of beating your ass.

You let out a dramatic sigh, “Just shut up and get me to warmth.”

“Yes ma’am.” She nudged you gently, her fingers pressing into your side as she provided you with temporary heat.

Ellie held onto you until you were completely inside, sitting you down on her bed and wrapping her blanket around you. “You look cute like that.” Ellie mumbled, causing the butterflies to return to your stomach. You stayed quiet, not sure what to say. It almost made Ellie panic when you didn’t respond.

“I didn’t mean that in a weird way. Like I’m not saying that-”

“I know.” Part you felt a little bummed that she felt the need to clarify. Maybe you wanted Ellie to be attracted to you.

Ellie handed you your sandwich before taking her own, pulling a chair and taking a seat in front of you.

You watched the way she sat on the chair, her legs spread out. Your eyes flickered over her stance, barely paying much attention to the sandwich in your hand. Ellie, on the other hand, wasted no more time getting in a bite.

“Okay, I fucking hate Seth’s bigot ass,” she began, food in her mouth, “buuut he makes a good sandwich.”

“Eat with your mouth closed, you freak.”

She paused for a moment, her eyes meeting with yours. “Oh, fuck you.”

The two of you silently devoured the sandwiches, Ellie quicker than you. When the two of you were laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, suffering from food coma, you randomly asked Ellie,

“How’d you know you liked girls?” It was a pretty unexpected question, given you never made a big deal out of the fact she liked girls and not boys. You never really even asked her about it.

“Hm, I think I always knew. Had a ton of girl crushes but zero boy crushes. But I think I knew for sure when I kissed Riley. Felt like my heart was gonna jump out of my chest, but in the best way possible.”

Ellie took a beat before glancing over at you. “Why the sudden curiosity?”

You thought for a moment before shrugging, “I think Maria’s trying to set me up with that new kid. Wants me to go on patrol with him because she thinks I’d like him but, I don’t see myself with him? Or any guy? Fuck I don’t know.” You let out a frustrated sigh, feeling Ellie’s arm on your hip, pushing it towards her so that you two were facing eachother now.

“Can you see yourself with a girl?”

“Maybe? I don’t know. I’ve never had a cathartic or life-changing moment to know. And I feel like I should know without that but I don’t and it’s like something is wrong with-”

If you hadn’t been so consumed in your own thoughts, you would have noticed the hesitation in Ellie’s face as she chose to cut you off.

“I’ll kiss you, if you want. Then maybe you’ll know.” Honestly, Ellie’s heart was racing just as fast as yours, and maybe she just took this as an opportunity to finally do something she’d always wanted to, but it took guts to even offer; she was afraid of being rejected.

You were shocked, but for whatever reason you wasted no time in saying yes.

You nodded your head, too nervous to even speak, and you were sure she could hear how loud and fast your heart was beating. That itself was probably enough indication that you were gay as fuck.

You felt Ellie inch closer to you, using her fingers to pull the hood completely off your head so she could see your entire face. She placed her palm over your cheek so gently, like it was her first time kissing someone when you knew it definitely wasn’t. She pressed her lips onto yours, peppering kisses one by one, gaining more confidence with each one. You leaned into her lips, surprised at how soft they felt, and for a few seconds neither of you pulled away.

When Ellie did pull away, your eyes flickered over the wet shine across Ellie’s lips, then at her eyes. “Yeah. I definitely like boys.” You joked, but your face remained absolutely serious, giving Ellie a full blown panic attack. Your lips quickly curled into a smile, and you began to laugh, causing Ellie to smack you right in your boob.

“You are such a dick y/n! Don’t fucking do that.” She groaned, shaking her head.

“Ow, I was kidding, geez,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing at the spot she smacked you, shifting your body to lay down more comfortably beside her. Something about the whole situation made your core tight and it gave you this new found bravery to push whatever this was further. “Actually, I think we should kiss again. Just to be sure that I definitely like girls.”

“No fuck you. Trial run is over, you jerk.”

“You don’t want to kiss again?”

“I mean, if you were to kiss me again, I wouldn’t stop you.”

At this point you could feel a throb in between your legs, and you pushed yourself up, swinging your leg over Ellie’s hips so that you were sat over her and you placed a sloppy kiss onto her mouth, both of you cupping each others face. Ellie deepened this kiss, the two of you a hot mess. Whether Ellie knew or not, this was your first real kiss, unless you count the time you were awkwardly kissed by the boy who had a huge crush on you when you were like 12.

You didn’t feel cold at all anymore, in fact you felt like your skin was on fire, causing you to pull your jacket off of you.

You struggled to pull the zipper down, making Ellie impatient underneath you, “hurry up,” she breathed out, lifting her head and stomach up to squeeze in a few kisses wherever she could. “I’m trying, ugh,” you murmured back before she decided to take matters into her own hands. She pushed herself up, flipping you underneath her and tugging the zipper down which allowed you to finally pull it off.

“Yeah, take that shit off.”

You didn’t really imagine ever having Ellie on top of you like this; maybe you occasionally thought about how it would feel to kiss her, especially when you’d see her with her other girls, but you never expected for any of it to actually happen. Nonetheless, you were glad. It felt good, and it felt right, and it confirmed the question you’d been wondering for a while now. Your body was feeling all sorts of things you hadn’t felt before and you didn’t want to stop feeling any of it.

You let out a hushed moan when you felt Ellie’s mouth drag across your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. You mirrored her actions, warming up her cold skin with your warm lips. Her hands creeped up underneath your top, but she she didn’t push them any farther, instead she stayed focused up top.

Lips nearly swollen and both of you almost out of breath, the two of you pulled away, and Ellie flopped back down beside you. You grabbed her hand and placed it over your rapidly thumping chest. “Feel that? It’s my heart jumping out of my chest for you.” You giggled.

“You’re actually so dumb.”

[thefreakandthehair]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @steddieas-shegoes like, forever ago and I keep forgetting.

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 42! most are steddie with some criminal minds fics from over ten years ago buried deep.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 252,271

3. What fandoms do you write for? right now, just stranger things! I've been toying around with writing destiel again but if I did, it'd be anonymous. (after my entire portfolio was wiped from livejournal, I'm still in pain about it.)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. and if I get burned, at least we were electrified.  2. i made this mess with love.  3. what you feel is what you are (and what you are is beautiful)  4. the answers are all inside of this.  5. Livin' On A Prayer 

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? yes! eventually! sometimes, it'll take me awhile because I just get backed up but I read them and smile and kick my feet, and even though it takes me a bit to reply, those comments are what keep me writing. <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? happy endings are guaranteed in this house, always. I'll never write an angsty ending-- canon hurts me enough. the most bittersweet ending though would have to be scar-crossed lovers. 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? oooo, that's tough because they're all happy endings! but I think over the hills and far away because, by virtue of it being a long fic, the happy ending feels deserved. those two went through it to get to that ending which made it so satisfying to write!

8. Do you get hate on fics? I haven't, no, and I'm very grateful for that. but I'm also like, super liberal with the block function. we cultivate our spaces here, friends!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do, but only in the context of like, what else is happening in the fic. I just can't write pwp lmao, major kudos to everyone else who does it so well! I'm in awe of your talent perpetually.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I wrote a supernatural/charmed crossover au many, many years ago. but recently? kicks cracky supernatural/stranger things crossover au scrivener wip under the couch. nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not in this fandom!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not that I know of, but that'd be super cool.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? not yet... but I have some plans. keep an eye out next year. 👀

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? steddie broke something in my brain, but destiel laid the path for it be broken to start with.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? liturgies & devotionals, unfortunately. or at least in its current existence in scrivener? it's a big undertaking but if I can make it less complicated, maybe it stands a chance.

16. What are your writing strengths? not once have I been able to answer this and feel comfortable with it, but I do really enjoy the omniscent third person point of view and have gotten compliments on it. and narrative writing, I like setting the scene and developing introspection.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? there are several but god, fucking dialogue! it's my kryptonite. that, and actually ending a story. context disease is so real.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? the only other language I've ever used is a snippet of Klingon, but I'd also feel comfortable using bits of French because I know a good bit of French. anything else would just feel super inauthentic because idk what the fuck I'm saying.

19. First fandom you wrote for? uh, it was around 2001 and it was for a fandom that I no longer associate with.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? to the surprise of no one: over the hills and far away <333 so much of me is in that fic and it was hugely healing.

no pressure tags: @withacapitalp @stevethehairington @steves-strapcollection @henderdads @patchworkgargoyle @inairbinad @steddieasitgoes @starrystevie @judasofsuburbia @fragilecapric0rnn @kkpwnall @fastcardotmp3 @penny00dreadful @cranberrymoons @catknives @hbyrde36 @cuoredimuschio @wormdebut @wynnyfryd @sidekick-hero @t-boyeddie @scarcrossdlvrs + anyone else who hasn't been tagged and wants to participate!

[azacharie95]

When your SPM brainrot comes to haunt you and then gives you the best ideas but you’re stuck in freakin’ wRITERS BLOCK- So instead, here’s my take on all of the Count’s minions before they join him + headcannons and anything that comes to mine-

This is mostly just word vomit and it’s not proofread so sorry for all the spelling errors- started this at 3 am and now finishing 12 hours later- yIpPie- maybe some day I’ll have the energy to write all of these down into a story one shot thingy-

The first I want to start with is O’Chunks because he needs some love (and by that I mean I’m about to throw against the wall of ideas because OH BOI-).

O’Chunks suffers from nightmares of the day that all of his men were killed, which also led to him having a really hard time trusting anyone other then The Count thinking they were going to betray him before get got close with Nastasia

I like to think that O’Chunks have always had semi crushes on each other but have been very blind to it since Nastasia was mostly blinded by The Count

Before his life with The Count he lived somewhere near York Town in another town before he had gone to war and got he and his men sold out and murdered (did he watch? Yes. He had to as captain.)

He was then saved before he was killed by The Count but by then the damage had already been done and he was now blind in his left eye and his head had been slightly bashed in making him kinda forgetful about a majority of his life that didn’t come to haunt him in his dreams

Before his life with Bleck, he did in fact have a family that he had to leave behind but now he can’t remember what they look like or even how to get home (or an even worse option, his entire home was raided and ransacked so there was nothing to go back to anyway and he just couldn’t remember what he was missing forever-)

As for his family? I like to think he may or may not have had a wife but he definitely had a daughter who acts a lot like Mimi making him grow very familiar with her quickly

He also really likes grapes for this-

Up next on the chopping block is Nastasia herself, and I’ll be honest I didnt have a lot at first before it hit me like a train wreck in my sleep-

I like to think she was a halfblood of The Tribe of Darkness, her father being of the Tribe and her mother being a kind of vampire/monster that many people feared (hence the similarities of skin tone with The Count)

She was raised by her mother for a long time but was chased for most of her life for not being ‘human’ or the Ancients just really wanted to get her because they didn’t like halflings because it was a waste of their magic potential and dangerous- maybe they were just speciesest- idk

She was caught in a magical trap deep in the woods and left to starve there for awhile up until Count Bleck had found her and freed her (because this was weeks after the Timpani incident so he still had a heart to help others)

Being so grateful and having nowhere else to go, she tagged along with The Count where she was given her more human like bat from so she wouldn’t run into any trouble anymore (that and at first she was sure he was going to kill her for just being alive

Now Dimentio is a really really tricky one because I have some ideas based off of different things I really liked (the idea of him being younger like Mimi is one of them but as for cannon wise I wouldn’t be so sure-)

One things for sure though is I truly believe that he was The Magician’s son and Shadoo was his older sister

His mother and father were the original leaders of The Ancients and The Magician was one of the writers of The Dark Prognostics (it was handed down to each of the original leaders of The Ancients/he or his wife originally wrote it because of vivid nightmares of the future-)

I fully believed that Dimentio’s mom would be like Master of Time or something- making Dimentio call himself the Master of Dimensions (yes I just gave him mama’s boy syndrome- no I will not be taking it back-)

He and Shadoo were close as she was his older sister that took care of them and had very promising magical abilities leading his father to take her everywhere with him to try to make those powers stronger while Dimmy just mostly tried to help where he could seeing as his powers wouldn’t kick in until later and wasn’t as strong as hers at first

While The Magician and Shadoo were away, The Tribe of Ancients was attacked/a spell had gone wrong setting the entire tribe into a state of panic because no one could escape

As a last ditch effort, Dimentio’s mom (What her name would be? I have no clue-) sacrifices herself to save what she came of the tribe and kind of freeze Dimentio in time hidden away where no one could really find him and wake him back up

Now you can play with HCs and CC here and say that Count Bleck and his minions accidentally woke him back up or someone random did because they were looking around where they shouldn’t have been (leading him to either be a child when the game rolls around or he escaped and trains before going to look for The Dark Prognostics because he had no idea what happened to him over 2,000 years)

For cannon I like to think that he escaped and went to go and train to get back his father’s book before ultimately going bonkers because everything he ever knew and loved was violently ripped away from him and he was left alone (making it a big reason why he both despises and adores The Count as having The Ancients blood in him).

So he wants to create perfect new worlds to bring back the world he was forced to leave behind and kill everyone in the process since it’s the worlds fault he was stuck like this anyway

For Fannon tho? I like to think that maybe Bleck had been the one to wake him up and witness his mental break when he realized his entire family and tribe died over 1,500 years ago leading The Count to take care of him forcefully because his bleeding heart over his wife screams “DON’T LEAVE BROKEN CHILD TO GO CRAZY-“

The ultimate reason he betrays The Count is because he doesn’t want his new family to die twice and is willing to do anything to create a new perfect world where he can bring back his original family and bring his new one along even if that means manipulating them to do what he needs to do to “save them” and become the forced king of the new world

Mimi’s is one of the more darker ones IMO and was the main reason that I came up with any of these and decided to throw it onto the internet-

Mimi was raised by her mother and father in a kind of poor situation before being sold (or kidnapped- idk what to go with here) to a wannabe tribe of darkness who wanted to recreate the magic of the ancients no matter the cost

Fully 100% convinced Mimi is a minor (no sure exactly give or take 13-18)

So they started experimenting on her to turn her into a pixel and try to recreate the powers that they used a long time ago but they really messed it up and turned her into a kind of walking corpse

She still could use the powers of a shapeshifter pixel, she just didn’t look the part because they replaced a lot of her ‘human’ parts with metal gears and wires turning her into a walking zombie pixel corpse as a child who only wanted to go home

this is also the reason she kind of has to snap her neck to change from her OG form to her preferred ‘human’ form because she isn’t copying anyone so it hurts more to change into something she wants rather then copying someone else’s while they’re right there (or maybe it is a copy and she keeps a copy of every person she’s copied and it’s just more painful to change into someone else based off of memory or from a long distance? Up to you really-)

The Count had found her because he had heard rumors of people trying to copy after his people and figured maybe it was Timpani trying to find him again but it turned out to be so much darker and killed the wannabes to save Mimi’s life

Since she had no where to go, The Count brought her along thinking that maybe Timpani would like her just as much as he did like a daughter they never could have

She is the silent favorite amongst the minions and everyone knows it minus The Count who says he doesn’t play favorites (yes he does-)

Then we have Mr. L HC simply because he is part of the team and no one will let him think otherwise-

He kind of plays an older brother role to both Mimi and Dimentio (which is why they pick on each other so often and why Mr. L and Dimentio hit heads all the time)

He also gets along well with O’Chunks and they fight/train a lot (I saw this on another person’s HC list and I loved it so I had to add it here-)

Stepping into Fannon territory- He sees Count Bleck and a mentor and boss figure since The Count treats him more like a human then his parents and friends ever did

Even after he isn’t brainwashed anymore he can remember being treated with kindness by the other members and being brought along and invited to things more then his brother and his friends ever did

He doesn’t fully forgive Dimentio for what happened but slowly warms up to the idea of coming to peace about it since no one really wanted to forgive him until they knew why he was so desperate for it

He’s slightly frightened of Nastaisa even to this day because of what happened and that someday she might just snap and jump him again (even if he knows he could take her down perfectly well, he isn’t going try because she’s much faster then him)

Then the dear Old Count himself- picking up random people and children to fill in his broken heart no matter the cost-

Timpani and Blumiere knew each other for longer then the flashbacks gave us credit for (over the span of like 6 months to a year I would think-)

She’s also the reason he had so much light in his heart and hope for other people- to this day it’s her fault that he loves the stars so much and seems to have a child like curiosity about things he doesn’t understand

His father was also highly abusive into making sure his son would follow the right path into taking up the tribe leaving The Count to have many scars on his body along with his heart since Timpani was the only person who ever listened to what he had to say about things (he couldn’t have any friends since he was the chief’s son either so it was like a breath of fresh air to him-)

When his father told him what had happened he believed that his father sent her away while she was dying and so, Blumiere left the tribe to go and look for her before he ever came back to read the Dark Prognostics

5 years passed before he ever returned and his dad tried to convince him to come back only for The Count to murder everyone that was left in his tribe/in the castle they all lived in before reading the Dark Prognostics

As Blumiere died, so did his love for everyone and everything making it so that he was living from a 3rd person POV making him mentally and emotionally detach from his minions who had grown onto him.

It isn’t that he shows he doesn’t care either because he stopped caring about everything they did, only wanting the end of all worlds to come so that he didn’t have to live in the constant said of black and white that his father put him in all those years ago

[elftwink]

to preface this post i think joking about your mental health is fine and honestly idk how i would cope if i didn’t make jokes about my anxiety at my own expense, and i also think anxiety is not a catch all defense for your behaviour and way too many people use it as a get out of jail free card, particularly online, and that kind of behaviour can and should be called out.

that said. some of u do not have any compassion or understanding of anxiety disorders even a little and it is very obvious like idk how many more posts i can take that are literally just making fun of someone for having difficulty with simple tasks. let’s do a mental exercise. remember the last time you were really anxious. like about to throw up kind of anxious. heart in your throat, palms sweaty knees weak arms spaghetti (sorry) kind of anxious. short of breath hyperventilating kind of anxious. remember how it felt in your body. are you there? cool. now imagine that that happens to you every time you pick up a phone. every time a stranger talks to you in public. every time you drive. or sometimes for no discernible reason at all! all the while watching everyone else do all of it with no issue, often while they actively look down on you for struggling.

and if you’re thinking “then get help for that” fucking obviously but anxiety disorders are not curable they do not go away they require CONSTANT work and even if someone has access to the best support imaginable their symptoms still do not go away overnight. i know this seems like very basic mental health awareness but i think we gotta go back to basics i can’t keep seeing posts that basically amount to “who would have trouble making a phone call? cringe” from people who are trying to tell me they’re progressive. and i know you mfs do not have an anxiety disorder because that’s not even a funny joke about having anxiety. that’s something lots of people get mildly nervous about. you need to go more extreme to be funny. i’ll help one time i almost gave myself a panic attack building an iron golem in minecraft. im not exaggerating i couldn’t place the pumpkin because my hands were shaking too bad. i literally don’t even have to make a joke about that it’s so ridiculous i recovered and i was like “what the fuck was that”. meanwhile you all are still making posts about having issues ordering coffee like if you’re going to be unoriginal and mean can you at least have the decency to be funny about it

[piviani]

what enha currently feels about their current tour

( disclaimer: please do remember to take my readings with a grain of salt. i am in no way a professional tarot reader and all of this are alleged and is for entertainment purposes only. )

note: hello everyone wow its been awhile! but anyways i just had the sudden urge to read about what they currently feel now that the world tour is finally starting 😭 (sk is already done and THEY WERE ???? jaw dropping. fr. fr. the dance break COUGH COUGH) + and last this is kind of a rushed reading so excuse if there might be some grammar mistakes or sum ..

jungwon

ace of swords

awe jungwon is currently in that moment where he feels that wow the world really is built different for everybody. he is now in the clear set of mind. emotionally he is in a good place! it might feel very new to him but with this card its positive! as in general context it means new ideas, new environment, new beginnings.. whatever that is new. ITS ALL NEW. he feels a great strong of emotion too. because Its what he is patiently waiting and craving for, after what happened to his life.

heeseung

five of swords in reverse

dude is ready! hes now feeling ready after that unexplainable unhappy thoughts he had about their tour in the past. its possible he was getting quite anxious? but anyways all that now is buried! hes now feeling happy and reassured that it will all turn out fine. its all about new life to him now. “forget the past and move forward.”

jay

temperance

wow this is lovable.. jay feels a sense of calm. the typa calm after you arrive in ur home from a long ass tiring shift you know? a feeling of ease.. like yeah this is why im doing all this.. for my love ones or whatever that he holds dearly. i think with just the world temperance in general we know what it already feels like for him tbh 😭 a very good feeling. he feels happy! too happy! and he even feels grateful too. he feels like this is all connected. a very 🥰 moment where you just have to bring out your phone and capture the moment because you know you will look back to it everytime. he feels that.

jake

the star

whats with jake and this card everytime.. (i always pull this whenever i read for him..) similar with jay! he is also as well feeling ‘that’. might sound er with this but this just so pure. fr. not even kidding. his eyes be sparkling whenever he thoughts of tour. seems like hes been waiting for this for so long too! a very new feeling for him as well. he feels like this is some new era for him. (technically it is a new era for all of them).

sunghoon

six of swords in reverse

unclear card so i apologize in advance if my interpretation might sound a bit er. but anyways sunghoon feels kind of hesitant with this? i dont exactly know why (as ive said in this type of qs this card is unclear (atleast to me). he might be holding back? .. its possible this is all getting into him.. he might feel overwhelmed or he might not be feeling at his best at the moment.

sunoo

the magician in reverse

🫠 unclear to me again! i swear why they aint letting me dude… but anyways with the magician its possible he is currently feeling that he should be more fittable more. he feels that himself is not enough for the tour. almost like he feels that he doesn’t deserve all this. he still is insisting to keep both of his eyes shut closed. he is unsure.. uncertain.

riki

three of cups

aw riki feels happy. hes looking forward for the tour! hes excited to meet different kinds of people and bond, enjoy, and hang with them. all good feelings hes genuinely uplifted its making him feel wonders. a joyous environment 😭

end note: idk but u might notice my reading? interpretations? are kind of different and if u think the admin is different now no its not its just me lol hehe i have quite different of personality every occurrence

[ reading was done in Sep 20, 2022. ]

[milf-harrington]

if you’re still looking for ideas,, perhaps mai visiting sokka and zuko in the college husbands au? she could also bring ty lee and/or azula with idk but i just think that mai & zukka friendship is So Good

(if you’re not still looking for ideas feel free to disregard this and i hope you have a good rest of your day💞)

*vibrates*

-

"Excuse me?"

The girl she'd approached jumped in surprise, turning around with wide blue eyes and fumbling for her phone when it almost slipped out of her hands. "Whatever I did, I'm sorry."

Mai blinked in surprise, leaning back a bit and tucking her hand into the pocket of her long cardigan. It was black and breezy, the sleeves just long enough to brush her knuckles the way she liked. "What?"

The girl looked nervous, glancing from Mai and down to her phone a few times, before tucking her hair behind her ear. "Are you- sorry you just kind of look like you might be here to kill me?"

Agni's tits- Mai sighed deeply and moved her sunglasses so they were sitting on her head instead of covering her eyes, shifting her weight onto one leg and listening to the jingle of her hip chains.

"I'm looking for the arts department. My friend told me to meet him there."

Calling Sokka her friend felt weird, even if it was the truth. She'd always been Zuko's friend first in her mind, and had never really had to refer to Sokka as anything but his name. However, the girl visibly relaxed when she realised that no, Mai was not on a mission to commit revenge murder or whatever it was she thought Mai was there for.

"Oh, yeah okay- wait do you know, like, what he's doing? Because there's like a whole arts block and you'll probably be walking around for awhile."

Mai had already been walking around for awhile so she quietly cursed Sokka under her breath and tried to remember what class he said he'd be in. Design something?

"Hey, look, I'm an arts major so maybe I know who you're looking for? I mean, I know it's a big campus but hey sometimes the world is a small place."

Mai resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow, keeping her expression carefully neutral. "Sokka Amaruq? He's studying architecture."

The girl's eyes widened, a surprised grin stretching her lips. "Oh actually, he's in my art history class! You're friends with him?"

Now Mai did raise an eyebrow, this time at the disbelief in her voice. "Yes. Since high school actually." Not a total lie.

The girl whistled and Mai narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Damn, I wouldn't have pegged him as the type. He's always getting into it with this emo dude he sits next to-"

"Let me guess, shaggy hair? Big scar?"

"Wait yeah actually, I guess he must complain about him a lot?" The girl laughed, like she was in on some secret joke, and Mai wanted to throttle her.

"They're married." She deadpanned, annoyed. "That emo guy? Has been my best friend since we were kids, I was his best man." But only because Azula had been going nuclear over napkins when Zuko had been trying to pick one.

The girls laughter cut off, eyes wide in surprise and mortification, suddenly looking almost as tense as when she'd first turned around and saw Mai.

The conversation ended pretty quickly after that, Mai finally getting directions to a room she'd already passed a few minutes ago, and stalking off with a little more menace than she'd needed to, black suitcase rattling noisily behind her.

-

Sokka was talking to a few people when Mai finally found him, briefly grateful for the terrible upbringing that gave her the ability to look unbothered by anything, even a 30 minute walk around an unfamiliar campus.

Seeing him after so long was surprisingly exciting, and she took a quick second to catalogue the changes that had occured since she'd moved to Japan for her own arts degree.

He was taller, still a beanpole but broader around the shoulders, and his hair had gotten longer. There were beads in it now, from what she could see, and Mai had to admit she was quietly delighted at the sight of eyeliner.

She somehow managed to make it all the way to his side without him realising, his stream of words fading off when he noticed the way his companions had gone still and wide-eyed.

"Sokka, what did you do?" One of them whispered, and Mai was seriously starting to wonder what was wrong with the people at this college. She hadn't even put effort in today, had just thrown on her leather jeans and a crop top that was probably Azula's.

And, yeah she'd used old fishnet stockings as a shirt and had her dangly knife earrings in but if they were this wary of her now she almost wanted to see what happened if she did put the effort in.

"What do you mean?" Sokka asked, alarmed as he followed their gazes and finally realised who was standing next to him.

"Mai!" He cheered, immediately throwing himself at her and dragging her into hug that she had to admit was pretty cozy. She patted his back once, pleased that she was still taller than him, and then extracted herself from his embrace with a small smile.

"Hey there Snoozles." Toph had paid her $50 to say that, and with the way Sokka's expression turned playfully sour, she knew it had been worth it.

"Oh my god, I take it back, I don't want you here anymore, please just go back to the airport."

"Sorry kid, you're stuck with me for the weekend." She reminded airily, casting suspicious looks at the people still gawking at her.

It was Sokka and Zuko's wedding anniversary, and instead of doing something cheesy and romantic with just the two of them, Sokka had spent the past month secretly organising for Mai to come and visit them for the weekend. Apparently Sokka had told Zuko he had their anniversary sorted, so they wouldn't have to worry about ruining anything he had planned, and now Mai was at Ba Sing Se University with sore feet and a growing list of people she wanted to stab.

Luckily Sokka was saying goodbye to his classmates and happily chattering away about how his classes were going and what the university was like and the routines he and Zuko had fallen into as he lead them towards the dorms.

-

Seeing Zuko was like taking a breath she hadn't even known she'd needed, the warmth of his body achingly familiar as they hugged in the hallway like the overly emotional people they weren't.

It had been at least a year and a half since she'd last seen him, and she already knew she'd be savouring every second she got to have him in her life as a physical being.

The three of them hung out in their room for awhile, Mai catching them both up on her arts degree, and the criminology course she was taking as well; while they told her all about how annoying the other one was like they weren't practically sitting on top of eachother.

After a well deserved nap that the three of them managed to fit into the same bed for, Zuko decided to take Mai to their favourite 24 hour noodle place, where he then ordered for her so it would be a surprise.

And then, when they'd all dropped into cheap plastic seats around a small sticky table, Sokka had asked Mai about the snake exhibit she liked to visit after her classes, leaning forward with the genuine interest in her interests that she'd missed.

So, quite happily, she gave them a very detailed report on each of the serpents in the serpent house, explaining the different environmental needs of the different species in between bites of something very spicy and sweet and perfect that she forgot the name of almost immediately after Zuko told her.

Somehow, only a handful of hours into her visit, Mai found herself missing them already.

[shoutogepi]

“Fuck You!””I Just Might.”

Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 7.1k holy hecc

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]

themes : nasty nasties hehe.. choking, angry sex, dom bakugou (what’s new lmao), lots of sexy vengeful teasing, & almost being caught (? idk what to call that haha)

bio : You and Ground Zero are far from getting along in almost every aspect… except for getting off perhaps.

author’s note : wow another smut whodathunkit !!! This isn’t super romantic (Happy VDay my sweets!!) but goddamn if u thirstin today drink tf up bc the SALOON IS OPEN AND HERE’S THE SPECIAL ON DA HOUSE

side note: (Y/H/N) = your hero name, also the sidekick is 100% out my ass not real bc I didn’t feel like doing legit research heheh. also, all characters are aged up to long past UA-grad in this (so everyone is 18+!!)

tagging: @lordexplosionsextra per request -- hope you enjoy bb :) happy vday!

also available on AO3 here

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🄰rms crossed, chest puffing in defiance, your gaze shoots daggers into his stupid smirk. “I’m not your fucking sidekick, Boom-Boy, so you can crawl back into the putrid swamp you came from and take your damn paperwork with you!”

“H-hey now,” Bakugou’s sidekick laughs nervously, hands waving in front of him as he shakes off the jab you just took at him inadvertently.

Bakugou laces his gloved fingers over his lap and kicks back in his chair, straightening his legs so his boots rest on the table across from you. “Listen, Princess, you know the rules. Whoever gets the final blow doesn’t have to do the nitty-gritty shit,” he answers, shrugging nonchalantly.

“You only got the finisher in ‘cuz I was busy doing everything else! You pop in at the last second and get all the credit and no busywork? Fuck off,” you fume, hooking your foot around the leg of his chair and ripping it toward you. Bakugou’s eyes widen as he falls backwards, tumbling onto the hard floor. He grimaces at you from the floor, vermillion eyes ablaze.

“It’s not my fault you’re too stupid to strategize! Don’t start shit you can’t fucking finish yourself!” He barks, voice spiking with fury. Ouch, that one stung your pride a little.

“You’re such an asshole,” you snarl, shoving the stack of papers off the table. The pages swirl in the air and scatter onto the tiled floor, some landing on the instigator’s lap. Bakugou’s palms crackle as his breath is stolen at your audacity. Your sidekick lets out a startled noise, jumping at the sudden popping. Bakugou’s sidekick has his hand on his temple, attempting to rub out the headache forming at this mess.

Why did you two have to hate each other so much?

The two sidekicks stand stiffly against the wall as you shove by them, Bakugou glaring at your ass as your hips swing around the doorway, out of his sight.

It’s late, the purple sky littered with the lights of the lively city. The villain you— or Bakugou, you suppose— had taken down earlier had been the last job of the day and you’re tired of the stupid bullshit he always serves you when the two of you work together.

Usually your agency kept the two of you on opposite boundaries of the patrol area, but you had begrudgingly needed help with this last offender of the day. Your quirk didn’t do incredibly well against villains with close-combat styles, but you could still manage. Unfortunately, the guy that had been causing mayhem earlier was beyond powerful up close, and he had landed a hit that knocked the wind out of you and made you slower than usual. It wasn’t a major injury or anything, but you’d probably have a nasty bruise on your torso after you took off this goddamn gimp-suit of a costume. Luckily, you had visited the in-house, agency healer in the infirmary upon arrival from the job, and they had sucked the nasty welt off your skin and redirected it somewhere else as their quirk allowed. The pain subsided mostly, just a bit sore where the bruise would’ve been.

You close the door to your office gently, a heavy sigh releasing as you make your way toward the desk. It was almost quitting time, but you still had to finish up the paperwork from the other case you had dealt with this morning. Clicking on the desk lamp, you breathe in to calm your frayed nerves, eyes closing briefly as you try to find the energy to finish your work.

The door bursts open, slamming almost immediately and tearing you out of your attempt at meditation. Bakugou stands in there, steam practically billowing from his nose and scarlet eyes flashing with agitation.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He snarls, prowling toward you with an accusatory, gloved finger raised.

“Excuse me?” You quip, irritation revitalized almost instantly. “Who do you think you are, storming into my office after the shit you pulled today?”

He stops in front of you, glowering down at you. You turn your face slightly, your eye level meeting his chest and not wanting to look at that. He was kind of muscular up close like this, you’d never noticed because you’d always created the most distance as possible between you two.

“Oh, you mean me saving your ass? Yeah, my bad, woman,” he growls, letting his gaze linger on the way your eyelashes kiss your cheek bones as you scoff, eyes closed in annoyance.

You glare at him, infuriated. “I didn’t need your fucking help! Did I ask you to come?”

He takes his time to reply, stare holding your attention briefly before he licks his lips. “No, but your sidekick did.”

The sentence is like a cold slap to the face, and you push him backwards with newfound anger. “Don’t fucking lie to me Bakugou,” you seethe, hands clenched into fists. “If you’re gonna lie at least come up with something believable!”

“Tch. She did call me, brat, and she begged me to come to your rescue like you were a goddamn damsel in distress,” he grunts, breaking eye contact with you as he hunches slightly, strong hands shoved into his pockets. Bristling at the refreshed anger rippling off of you, he already knows what you’re going to say. “She said that shitty villain got his hands on you, yeah right you had it under control.”

You don’t know what to say. You can’t really refute that the assailant had managed to hurt you, but you still wish Bakugou hadn’t heard that information. The asshole already thinks he’s the hottest shit in the agency, you really don’t want to give him any evidence of your weaknesses. So you sit on the edge of your desk, sighing once again. “I can handle one hit, dipshit,” you mutter. “It’s already healed anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can take care of yourself,” he grumbles, gaze flickering to your grim expression before he looks intently at the picture on your wall.

The silence that ensues is uncomfortable. You had never really talked to Bakugou before-- usually every time the two of you were together you were having a shouting match, throwing insults back and forth relentlessly. You aren’t really sure how to reply, and you absolutely did not want to acknowledge that he had come to your rescue when you actually needed him.

Bakugou is as silent as you are. He wonders where you’d been hit momentarily, before pushing off the thought because god forbid he show emotions. He’d already had his fill of feelings for the day. He sure as hell would never tell a soul, but the second he had seen your sidekick’s name flash across his phone screen this evening, his stomach dropped like he’d been the one to receive the villain's punch, not you. Shoving away the intrusive thought, his trademark scowl surfaces to his face.

“You know, I still haven’t heard a ‘thank you’.”

His irritating voice slices through the tension in the room, and you bristle at his impudence. “Gee, Ground Zero,” he ruffles at his hero name, a frown bending his thin lips,” thanks so much for stealing my job and taking the credit for it too, and really— thank you so much for the paperwork as well. I’m just so grateful.”

“Tch. Don’t be so bitchy, you know I saved your ass today so just fess up and thank me already. You’ll feel better once you spit it out,” he provokes, thick arms crossing over his chest.

“Fuck you,” you hiss, scowling at his smug face. The snarl that breaks his lips is ignored as your eyes turn to slits directed toward him.

He laughs at your malicious look, mouth transforming into a sleazy grin. He can’t stop himself even though he’s a tad hesitant, but his bold and loud nature wins out and he says cooly, “I just might.”

You gape at him, the smile on his mouth escalating your agitation. “W-What?” You choke out meekly, palms pushing you off the desk to stand upright.

He has the gall to grin, taking a step toward you. His heavy boots clunk against the floor, and you move backwards only to bump into the desk again. You cast a futile glare at the desk, and when you look back at him, he’s looming over you. “I think it’s time we acknowledge this thing we have, (Y/H/N).”

Your lips part in surprise, the blush tainting your cheeks slightly. “I have no idea what you’re referring to,” you stammer. Your arms crossing over your chest, he can’t help but notice how your breasts squish upwards, cleavage visible through your skin-tight costume.

“I think you do,” he chuckles with a low voice, gaze regarding the pink pigment gracing your cheeks. He savors it, lips curling into a smirk. His hands meeting the edge of your desk as he leans in, his body brushes against your arms. You rear back, shock evident on your face with lips parted as he tips his head to the side. He cages you in, an unfamiliar look simmering in his crimson irises. “You can feel the tension between us too. I know it, Princess.”

You’re once again at a loss for words. What the hell is happening right now? You think, mind reeling desperately to change the subject. “I hate it when you call me that,” you spit out, looking up to catch his intense stare. It wasn’t dishonest, you hated his pet name for you. Just because you weren’t as careless as him, he’d tacked the snide nickname to you awhile back because he knew it pissed you off. “It’s a stupid name that only your idiot brain could come up with.”

Take the bait, please take the bait.

“The way you treat me like I’m beneath you, what else can I call you?” His breath fans against your cheek and you hate to admit it’s fresh and minty, not at all as nasty and troll-like as you’d convinced yourself it would be. “But I guess that’s ‘cuz you really wouldn’t mind having me under your lap, right?”

You gasp at his crude suggestion, knees smacking together as your thighs clench automatically. “Fuck off, Bakugou,” your voice trembles slightly, your palms hesitantly landing on his chest. Your attempt to push him is less than half-hearted, and he smiles at your crumbling resolve.

His fingers skim along the small of your back, perching his hand on your waist. You can feel its warmth through your costume and his glove, and your body bends into his hold on its own accord, your ass pushing back while your chest grazes his. He exhales harshly, his other hand docking on the top of your stiffened thigh, thumb falling into the curve between your legs. You wish it was higher up, and the recognition of your craving makes your blush a few shades darker.

“What was that?” He snickers, lips brushing your earlobe as his nose pushes away your cascading hair. He didn’t expect you to smell so good after a long day of fighting crime.

Your fingers grab onto his costume, clawing at the material and you’re not sure if it’s in anger or desire. But Bakugou is sure, his fingers rubbing your waist as he glances at your restless hold on his costume. “Oh, bite me,” you spit out, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

His lips touch your jaw, and you can feel the sneer that rests so prominently there. “Manners, Princess… say please,” he chides, tongue poking out to trace the soft skin there.

A quiet moan escapes you and Bakugou groans loudly in response. He draws his face back to lock eyes with you, stare taught with the tension the two of you have built over all this time.

“You gonna tell me you’ve never thought about us fucking?” He inquires, eyes darting to your lips and returning to your gaze. “All those times we riled each other up, every time we pushed each other’s buttons over and over— you gonna say you never thought about getting me to shut the hell up by any means necessary?”

Your eyes roll in your head, from a combination of lust and disbelief. You cannot believe you're letting him hold you like butter in his hot hands, melting you and licking you up. You glare at him, his lips just close enough to distract you. You weren’t going to let him mould you like putty anymore. “I bet you wanna think that I have, Bakugou,” you whisper, and he looks at you with mild surprise adorning his handsome face. Your blush infects him immediately, a flush spreading over his own cheeks and he’s suddenly very glad his costume has a mask. “You think I haven’t noticed you checking me out every second of the day, Boom-Boy?”

He seems at a loss for words as your wrists wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his face down and level to yours. His brow bursts into a sweat as one of your hand curls around his costume’s throat piece, trailing south and following the delicious line between his pecs down his abs. Your fingernails scraping through his costume, his skin prickles as he gasps. Your lips meet his stubbled jaw, mirroring the action he had performed to you a moment ago. His fingers tighten their hold on you, his body jerking almost invisibly at the contact. “You ogle at me much more, little Miss Priss,” he says cockily even though his voice sounds forced.

It was your turn to curl your lips into a sultry smile, half-lidded eyes regarding his shocked, eager stare. “I thought I told you not to tell your phony lies, Bakugou,” your murmur against his jawline, hand curving around his pelvis and to drag down his outer thigh. “It’s a sin to lie, you know.” Your fingers skim the very ridge of the bulge in his pants, teasingly tracing the outline and watching him close his eyes, his grin seeming strained.

“You know a lot about sins, then?” he pants, sliding his hand down from your waist slowly, fingertips stretching eagerly to push into your plush ass.

You nip at his skin playfully, and he shudders in response. Your raise your head to meet his hungry gaze, your coy smile still beaming. “I might… You want me to demonstrate my knowledge?” Your tongue parts your lips, eyes falling to his slightly agape mouth. Your breath tangles, and his eyelids flutter shut as your lips graze.

The hand on your thigh grips your flesh tighter and you whimper, your mouth tingling at the harder contact of the kiss. His other hand slides south and cups your tailbone, calloused fingers bringing your ass toward him. The sudden movement surprises you, and you grab onto his neck, making his chin dip down as your hips slide into his crotch. You clash into him, your lips colliding as sparks fly through the air.

You both moan into each other’s mouths, the kiss desperate and hot. Your tongue pokes out to probe his bottom lip and he gladly receives your wet muscle with his own. Your legs trapped between his shuffle as you wiggle your hips, savoring his fiery hands gliding over your figure.

Bakugou’s hands are firm but warm, caressing your waist and hips and heating them up. He growls as your hips buck against his, rubbing the tent in his baggy pants. One of his hands slides along the smooth fabric of your hero suit, cupping the swell of your breast in his large palm as his thumb runs over your nipple. You throw your head back, and his lips gladly blaze the trail of your throat with a scorching urgency. Your fingers move to his arm pieces, clamoring at the top of the machinery near his elbows. He gladly slides the gadgets off, placing them in one of the chairs facing your desk while he rips off his black gloves. He hastily throws the neck piece onto the seat as well before he turns and captures your lips once more.

When his fingers return to your hips, you can feel the true heat of his burning palms through your bodysuit, making you arch into him wantonly. His tongue battles yours fiercely, both of you fighting for dominance as his hands glide up to your waist and fumble with your belt. You can feel his rigid muscles through his thin tank top, your hands wandering greedily underneath the right material to touch his smooth skin.

Bakugou smirks as your belt falls onto the desk, hands falling and grabbing onto your ass cheeks eagerly, pulling you closer to his body. You take the chance to shove your tongue into his mouth and he groans at the impact, jaw slackening as he allows your tongue to take control. He grinds into you slowly, making your thighs tremble with apprehension. His mouth detaches from yours, and the string of saliva connecting your tongues is sliced as his shirt flies through the air. You drink in the sight of his naked chest, muscles swelling and flexing, tapering down into a delicious V that disappears underneath his belt.

You grab the belt, yanking his body close to yours again and sighing as your lips meet once more. “You’re really man-handling me Princess,” he comments amusedly into your lips as your fingers grapple with his belt, toying with the latch.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snarl, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and harnessing a moan from him,” and touch me already, pussy.”

His vermillion gaze ignites, mouth crashing onto yours as his fingers slide underneath the swell of your ass. He lifts you like you’re but a paperweight, and you moan as your legs wrap around his hips. His tongue crushing yours, his kisses so intense that your head leans back at the sizzling force. You jump slightly as your ass meets the cushion of your desk chair, eyes opening to see he’d rounded the desk and knelt in front of you. His knees on the ground, he looks up at you haughtily, hands coasting slowly down your legs toward your center. “Is this where you want me?” he feigns innocence and you glare down at him. His thumb hooks the crotch of your leotard, and he shoves the material to the side roughly, making you gasp.

The cool office air greets your cunt, making it throb even more in arousal. “Bakugou,” you whine as he watches your face, shifting your hips in a feeble attempt to catch his attention. He slinks down, lips brushing over your panties softly as he watches you squirm. He grins against the black lace, thumb curling around the skinny part of the thong over your asshole, making you shiver.

“You’re right Princess,” he grumbles, tongue gliding over the wet spot that had leaked through the material, inhaling your scent pervertedly as he closes his eyes in triumph. Your bottom lip is prisoner to your teeth again as you watch his teasing movements, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Sometimes when you’ve got me all riled up, I jerk off thinking about how good your bratty little ass would look bouncing on my dick.” You can’t help but whimper at his confession, rolling your hips against his mouth in desperation.

He smirks up at you, crimson irises glittering with savory mischief. His hands snake around your thighs, clutching onto the junction they meet your hips with vigor. He pushes your body down into the seat so you can’t wriggle any longer, and he feels your cunt clench against his chin when he nips at your panties, teeth dragging along your clit. You wail his name again lowly, harsh breaths ripping through your lungs.

He growls in response, thumb ripping the lace to the side and exhaling at the sight of your swollen cunt, grin broadening at the excessive glaze that he had caused. “Fuck,” he laments, tongue poking out to graze your clit experimentally. Satisfied with the way your hand flies to cover your mouth, he places a teasing kiss there. “You know,” he murmurs against your slick nerve,” More than once I’ve wondered how hot and sweet your cunt must be, hiding underneath this skimpy little leotard.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyebrows cinching as you glower down at him, meeting his pleased gaze. “Why don’t you find out for yourself then?” you hiss, baring your teeth at his infuriatingly proud smirk.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Princess?” Bakugou’s tongue glides along the side of your slit, making you stiffen and shut your eyes tightly. Of course he’s a fucking tease.

A knock sounds at your door to pull you out of your collapsing mind, and you sit up straight, eyes wide as Bakugou’s sidekick peeks into the room.

Bakugou stills, unsure as to who it is, staying hidden behind your desk and still holding your hips harshly.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen Ground Zero possibly? He’s stormed off as usual and I can’t find him anywhere,” the sidekick says, blinking at you with unsuspecting eyes.

“Oh, H-Hikaru,” you gulp, hesitantly placing your hands on your desk. Bakugou is quiet underneath you but you’re preparing yourself for the little shit to pull something stupid.

And he does.

Bakugou’s tongue slips between your folds suddenly, licking a large stripe from the bottom to the top of your slit, sucking in your clit and rolling his tongue around it brazenly.

“Oh my god!” you yell, hand slapping over your mouth too late. Hikaru looks at you incredulously, regarding your pink cheeks and sweaty forehead. “I can’t believe him! W-what an asshole!” you pant as Bakugou sucks harder, your pussy clenching onto itself. “He probably left so you’d do the paper… mmm, paperwork for h-him.” You abs are flexed so hard, straining in order to restrain the mess of moans that Bakugou is summoning.

Hikaru finds your tone a bit peculiar, but he continues anyway. “Uh, probably… Are you okay Y/N? You look kind of… sick,” he comments, head tilting to the left. “Did you get that jab checked out yet? I can take you to the infirmary if you want. If it’s bad I can drop you off at your place, too.”

Bakugou doesn’t like that suggestion. He doesn’t need to lick his fingers, your drenched core welcomes the digits instantly. Your walls accommodate his middle and ring finger eagerly and he smirks as they sink into you, knuckle-deep.

“Yes!” you shriek, quickly shooting a glare down at the blonde, your hair covering your face from his sidekick. “I mean— yes, I had it checked out and I’m f-fine, thank you for the concern, Hikaru,” you explain, a forced smile on your lips as you silently beg him to leave.

Bakugou stretches his fingers inside you, scissoring them to coat them in your essence before he puts them together again. His wrist strained in the forced position, he flicks the digits back and forth, almost laughing in glee as he recognizes that soft velvety spot deep within you.

Hikaru blinks at you again before he nods half-heartedly. “Okay… Well if you need me, I’ll be in the conference room doing Bakugou’s job,” he laughs, tucking out of the door and closing it finally.

“He wishes he could do my job, fucker,” Bakugou grunts, mouth immediately returning to satiating your needy hole.

You sag into the chair, a quiet moan floating out of you as Bakugou continues to finger you, his lips slurping up your clit once more. Shooting a heated look at him, you bare your teeth at him, and choke out a hiss,” Fuck you!”

Bakugou only chuckles, savoring the way your cunt throbs around his digits. “I didn’t think you were so impatient, brat.” He doesn’t slow his actions though, knuckles ramming against your skin. He enjoys the way you gasp as he moves your thigh over his shoulder, his tidy fingernails pressing into your trembling leg. “You taste pretty good, Y/N. I guess it’s just your personality that’s bitter,” he remarks, smiling against your sex as his fingers slide out of you.

You toss him a pointed look as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “Excuse you, Boom-Boy,” you chide,” only my friends get to call me that!”

“Tch, I get to eat your pussy but I can’t call you by your name? You really know how to make a guy work for it,” he scoffs, sounding mock-hurt, and now menacing over you.

You frown in response but it quickly melts into a smirk. “Don’t worry, Katsuki,” you observe how he closes his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching as his hand turns into a fist,” I’ll return the favor.” You tentatively place your hands on his belt, undoing the clasp and resting the heel of your palm against his clothed, hard cock. You gently undo the fastenings around his thick thighs, placing the belt with his grenades onto your desk cautiously. You weren’t trying to be blown up just for some dick.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of both his black pants and underwear, annoyed with you taking your sweet ass time. His bare cock springs free, greeting your hungry gaze with an inviting sheen of sticky precum trailing down his hard length. You gawk at the sight, genuinely surprised to find he was so… well equipped.

“So this is why you’re so cocky, huh?” you state, eyes following the protruding vein running the entirety of his full, flushed member.

He barks out a laugh which dies in his throat as you press a chaste kiss to his weeping pink tip. Your tongue flat against your bottom lip, you slide his cock into your mouth and moan at the salty, provocative taste of him. His length almost as thick as your throat itself, you gag gently as you take him whole into your mouth before quickly pulling back. You place your hand around the base of his now-slick cock, your mouth sucking and bobbing on the top half of him as you jerk your fist at the same tempo.

Bakugou is much louder than you expected him to be, and the way his erotic, serrated breath is tearing from his lungs makes your pussy clench in desire. His chest heaves, the bulging muscles on his torso tense underneath his surprisingly smooth skin. Your other hand wanders up his abs, enjoying the way the ridges between them are so defined. He growls as your finger rubs over his nipple, his hand catching your wrist in a tight grasp but not doing anything to stop the action.

You purr on his cock, slippery hand leaving the base to cup his balls, eliciting a hiss from him as he sucks air in between his gnashing teeth. Confidence torrenting through your veins at his reaction, your jaw drops as wide as you can muster, your mouth gliding further down his length.

Bakugou’s empty hand collects the hair falling around your face, holding it for you as you weave back and forth. His jaw falls slack as the head of his dick rubs the back of your throat, summoning a soft gag that makes your mouth vibrate around him. Your wrist hurts a little from his tight grasp, but the way his fingernails dig into your skin makes your core shiver in delight. “Shit, Y/N.”

You don’t bother to correct him this time, thumb running over his balls just hard enough to make him shake a bit, savoring the way he is panting and quaking before you. The hand grasping your hair nimbly shimmies closer to your skull, his fingers twisting almost too tightly onto the roots of your hair. You allow him to coax your mouth closer, his arm guiding your face to take his length deeply. A low growl tears from the bottom of his lungs as you lock eyes with his impassioned stare. His hips nudge smally against your lips, his tongue poking out to run over his lip as he pulls back and glides back inside your sweltering throat.

You moan forcefully, savoring the the strangled noise that slithers from his now gaping mouth. Taking initiative once more, you begin to jerk your neck back and forth quickly, wincing as his grip tightens on your wrist. Bakugou tries his best to repress his moans but the way your bratty throat welcomes his hard cock makes him see tiny, fizzling explosions when he closes his eyes.

His hips rear back, and you almost fall off the chair as you lean in to close the distance. He catches you easily, hot hands landing on your shoulders as his gaze locks with yours, inexplicable desire sizzling between the two of you. His hands fly down to collect your ass cheeks, and he picks you up just to place the apple of your cheeks on the desk behind him. Teetering on the edge of the wooden furniture, your legs wrap around his waist, and his lips slam onto yours again. His fingers frantically running over your super suit, he snarls in frustration when he can’t find the zipper.

You laugh at him mockingly, catching his eye as you pinch the zipper on the side of your neck, the material shrinking away immediately with elasticity. He watches as your breasts pop out of the silky, neoprene-like fabric, bouncing with hardened, pink nipples standing perkily to greet him.

“No bra?” He reprimands but his time sounds more turned on than accusatory. “Princess, you’re so naughty.” His hands fly to your tits, groping the soft and supple flesh with fervor. You unzip the rest of your side, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and carefully angling your hips so you can slide the suit off into a crumpled pile on the ground. In just your tiny little thong now, Bakugou closes the gap, pressing flush against your clothed center and grinding his wet cock against your damp underwear.

Your head tilts back and you whine, gasping as his mouth slides along your throat, hot tongue caressing the tender skin. “Please, Bakugou,” you wail, his thumbs rubbing your sensitive nipples hastily.

“God, you must be tight if you’re this high-strung,” he purrs next to your ear, enjoying the way your cunt clenches noticeably underneath your panties. Speaking of those… his fingers snatch the delicate lace to the side, his other hand grabbing his dick and running his swollen tip over your slit. He dips the head into your hole but recedes instantly, brushing it over your glistening trove before repeating the action. The teasing has your head spinning, harsh pants falling from you both and mingling in the thin divide between you. He can’t take it any longer, his hips snapping into yours as his dick easily disappears halfway into your steamy, aching cunt. “I fucking knew it,” he grunts, jaw clenching as your velvety walls embrace his girth, your cry of pleasure music to his ears. “Your cunt is so snug around my cock.”

His hips push into your thighs further, only stopping once he’s balls-deep, sunk completely in your flittering sex. Hand leaving your thong to the side of your cunt, he grabs your hip and pulls your ass close. You groan at his cock nestling even deeper into your sopping hole, and your hips jerk against his as his hand curls around your lower back, securing itself so his fingers coil snugly around your waist. You choke on a sob as he thrusts into you again, his thick member prodding you in a very private place.

“You better fuck me already,” you growl at his pace that was testing your nerves, ready to be fucked into submission. Not that you were going to go down without a fight.

He chuckles cockily, a sly grin on his lips. “Your wish is my command.” His hips slam against yours and your teeth sink into his shoulder, muffling a scream of desire. He ruts into you with ease, your arousal making it almost effortless for his cock to spread the tense walls of your desperate pussy. His free hand claps against the swell of your ass, the noise slicing through the air and you scowl at him. It’s like he wants to be caught.

Ragged breaths tumble from the both of you, your saliva trickling down his chest as your teeth are still fastened into his broad shoulder. “F-Fuck, Bakugou,” you keen, each time his pelvis pressing against you tightly forcing your vision to shake.

“Katsuki,” he huffs, his left hand pushing your chin up to capture your half-lidded gaze. “Say it, Princess— fuck, tell me who’s making you feel so good,” he demands, eager to hear his name leave your lips in such an intimate way once more. His hips change tempo from his fast and hard pace to a slower, more sensual rolling motion, milking the desired reaction out of you.

The novel movement pressing deliciously against your clit, your unabashed whimpers fall onto his eager ears.  Your fingers raise to pinch the top of his black eye mask, pushing the material up over his forehead so it tucks his ash blonde hair back. Looking into his eyes and admiring his uncovered, handsome features, you shoot him a sinful pout. “Ka— ah! Oh, Katsuki,” you gasp, your hands flying up to claw desperately at his muscular back.

Bakugou relishes in your lewd reply, eyes rolling back into his skull in delight. He lets out a gravely groan, increasing the tempo to a needy, impatient pace. The extra stimulation on your clit makes your legs shiver around him, your heels digging into the plush top of his ass. His hand slides back to grip around the back of your neck, leaning in to take the side of your ear between his teeth. His fingers on your throat press into your skin, his thumb pushed into your racing pulse. Hand squeezing just the right amount, it becomes pleasurably harder to breathe and you pant, tongue poking out as you wanton gaze meets his. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard Y/N,” he growls, almost snarling at you as your body bounces against his, watching your hair dance and shake around the erotic expression on your face.

“Eat shit,” your nose twitches in annoyance,” You’re gonna burst any minute now.” Your cheeks are dusted in a telling flush, your body feeling heat spread throughout. His hand tightens on your throat and you moan, loving the way your breath tears slightly.

“You’ve been clenched down on me this whole time,” he reasons, lips close enough so you can feel his ragged breath. “You can’t deny how your body reacts to me, even if you don’t want it to.”

You roll your eyes. Even buried between your legs at a time like this, he insists on pushing your buttons. “Oh, you want me to clench, Katsuki?” you inquire, tone confident in contrast to the wanton shake of your body. 

He shivers as his name leaves your sinful lips, and the breath in his lungs is sucked out of him as you clamp your pussy as tight as you can around him. His hips stutter and you revel in the lustful way his face contorts, his eyes screwing shut temporarily.

When his vermillion eyes open again, his predatory gaze adding wood to the fire between your legs. “Bad girl,” he admonishes, an unruly grin lifting the corners of his mouth. His hips slam against yours, railing into you at an unimaginable speed and harshness. “That’s a cute try, Princess, but you’re gonna cum before me no matter what.”

You can’t even respond as he thrusts into you, your pants ripping through the air and mingling with the quick slapping noise echoing through the room. You hate to let him win but you can’t hold yourself off from your impending orgasm, the pressure in your core multiplying at an alarming rate as each thrust deliciously stimulates your deepest, most secret place.

“Katsuki,” you whimper, your spine arching into his touch while his hand keeps its hold on your throat. “I’m so close, please,” you beg, your toes curling forcefully as your eyes roll back.

Bakugou smiles at your submissive tone, purring out, “That’s better.” His hand leaving your throat to rub his finger on your clit, your body trembles in his hands. He leans into you and his lips conquer yours passionately, tongue darting in between your lips to caress with yours. His tongue pulls back as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, his wolfish stare daring you to follow his ensuing command. “Cum for me, Y/N.”

Your body tenses as you reach your climax, but Bakugou continues to assault your g-spot mercilessly. Your arms shake in euphoria, nails pressing in to form desperate scratches on his skin. It feels like he is snapping you in two, and you absolutely love it. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you wail out, relief washing over your limbs feeling like ice cold lemonade on a torrid summer day.

Pussy fluttering around his cock so deliciously, Bakugou moans at the new intensity. He swears as he keeps going, despite his own orgasm approaching. The image of you squirming in ecstasy underneath him makes him gasp immodestly. His hands clasp down on your hips roughly, making it even easier for him to pound into your soaked cunt as his teeth release your reddened lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he huffs, sweat glistening on his built chest as he thrusts into you particularly hard. “So much better than I could’ve ever imagined, holy shit, Princess.” He moans a little loudly, not holding anything back anymore. He is so fucking close.

“Katsuki, please,” you sob, your g-spot still being pummeled relentlessly, never getting a break from his assault and dragging your orgasm out longer than you thought possible. “I want your cum on me so bad!”

Bakugou throws his chin into the air, harsh breaths floating out as the flesh of your hips turns white under his oppressive grip. He grunts as he pulls out, his searing streaks of cum spurting out forcefully, shooting up to lace over your tits and down your stomach. His thighs tremble as he snarls, his first immediately jerking his cock as more of his cum gushes out of the tip. He gasps for breath, and he groans as your lips press to his captivatingly. He leans into your kiss, savoring the feeling of your sweet lips against his.

You shift in his hands, the once-rough palms now sliding over your skin carefully, fondling your body as his lips nibble at your own. You entertain it for a moment, nails trailing down his chest, thumbs rubbing into the ample muscles beneath his skin.

He pulls back, a lazy grin and satisfied eyes regarding you. “Well, that was hot,” he admits, eyebrow quirking upwards as he tries to even his choppy breath. You pull a handful of tissues out of the box on the corner of your desk, handing him a few which he gladly wipes over his drenched member. You sigh in content, head leaning back as you regulate your own breathing.

Bakugou makes you jump in surprise as he runs a new tissue along your torso, cleaning up his mess. You eye him playfully, secretly relishing in the way he is so considerate. He shuffles back a step like he can feel you appreciating his uncharacteristically caring actions, tugging up his underwear and tucking himself in with a smug grin on his lips.

“It was pretty good,” you say casually, sliding off the desk and pausing as your still-tingling core shifts, making you realize how tender you already are.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, handing you your costume from the floor. You snatch it out of his grasp condescendingly, glaring at him as you step into the leotard with quivering legs. “Pretty good?” he barks, eyeing your slow movements. “You’re still shaking, Princess.”

You shoot a glare at him, arms slipping into your costume and tucking your breasts away from his lingering eyes. “Fuck you.”

“You just did.” He replies smugly, and you ponder relieving the sudden urge you have to slap the look off his face.

“Whatever, Boom-Boy,” you quip, zipping up the side of your suit.

Bakugou chortles as he pulls on his shirt, fastening the loops around his thighs. “By the way,” he looks sideways at you with a smirk. “You came first, so I won.”

“You were, like, ten seconds behind me,” you scoff.

“After you, nonetheless,” he almost chirps, savoring in the irritation visibly building in you. He slips on his gloves, sliding his arms into his grenade-looking arm pieces. “Do I get a prize, Princess?”

You glance at his suggestive crimson eyes, pondering the idea of it. “You can choose the place next time,” you wink at him, clipping the belt on your waist with finality.

He seems pleased with the answer, his smirk widening as he steps closer to you. Your fingers pinch the bottom of his mask, dragging the material down to its correct location over his eyes. He shamelessly allows his gaze to rove over your body, recalling how tight and needy you’d been just minutes ago.

“Next time, I’m gonna make you beg,” he warns, opening the door and slipping through, seductive gaze locking with yours. “Can’t wait ‘til then, Y/H/N.”

And after that, working together became a whole lot easier.

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[elegiesforshiva]

Kind of wondering if you are planning on publishing anything related to Ghosts as in recently, especially because it seems to be a long time, and... I have a few questions as in the timeline, like, when was Sakura assaulted and how many years go by you know. Really excited to read your answer and even more excited about reading more Ghosts, I just discovered it and IM OBSESSED

Hi anon im so sorry i took so long to respond to this !!!!!!!!!!! i feel like it was one of those weeks where i'm constantly doing shit and somehow I still haven't spent a minute of it actually being productive lmfao OKAY!!!!!! so to start off with the timeline...hmmmmmm... my memory might be failing me, it's been awhile since I've written Ghosts or paid real attention to my first beginning notes, but I think I wanted Sakura's sexual assault to have taken place after Sasuke attacked the kage summit and also tried to kill her and like all of team 7, but her especially. And I also wanted it to be before the war actually started. I think I had wanted her to be like 16 or 17. As for how many years go by... I know I was planning for them to be 24 or 25 in the present day of the fic... canon ended when they were 17? 18? Something like that, so I had planned for Sasuke to have been venturing for some time before returning to Konoha. (I think in canon it ended up only being like a year or two though... I didn't think I knew that at the time I wrote what I did. I remember Kishimoto was still publishing info concerning the main series. As for Ghosts!! I can't say for sure, at one point I was really certain I'd continue, and sometimes I still am, but either way I think my road to where that journey ends will look very different from what I had planned at the start... I think on that piece all the time, I have a lot of investment in it, but I don't always know where I want to go with it...I had an outline but sometimes I wonder if I should change it. I had really wanted to at least follow the canon storyline, but I think I may end up straying from it all if I continue. I love Kishimoto's story, but I don't think it talks about the scope of my needs and wants from these characters, and Ghosts was always about exploring the infinity of that gap tbh... don't see why the resolution should be different (anymore, at least.) Idk!!! It's a very big "well, we'll see" lol. I may write more for that series, I may not. These days I'm just trying to live tbh, I feel isolated from a lot of resources I need and my brain just feels like fucking soup; I struggle with finding the poetry and colorful articulation that I need for writing right now. I've been giving my love for art more these days, but I don't think I'll ever truly part from either craft. They're both deeply necessary ways of how I breathe in this world, and are as much of a joy as they are necessities. But I'm sorry, this has a lot of tangents, I just want to say I'm really grateful you like Ghosts this much, I always lose my mind when people leave notes and love on that fic, like it's crazy that I'm still hearing about how people enjoy this impulse project I made like years later.... I love that fic, I love every one of it's readers, I love hearing comments like these... thank you so fucking much. I'm sorry if this answer wasn't what you wanted to hear or if I didn't answer your questions correctly, please know you're always welcomed to ask more or give your own thoughts!!! And thank you so much for reading my work and giving me this piece of love 💕 💞 💓 💗 💖🥰🥰🥰🥰

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Pick A Side

Characters: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark

Word Count: 1,886

Warnings: angst, captain america civil war and sokovia accords spoilers

Request by @previouslyforgotten​: Alright this takes place during CACW and the reader is Tony’s daughter. He expects her to take his side but she takes Steve’s side. Maybe bc she thinks it’s right idk? But she’s like “I love you dad, but you can’t ask me to not choose what I think is right”?? And maybe make it buckyxreader. Or maybe Steve? Or whoever it doesn’t matter. But I’ve had this in my mind for awhile and I figured I’d ask.

Summary: You’re a Stark, so people expect you to take your father’s side on everything. When the Sokovia Accords are presented, you have a choice to make: will you take your father’s side or the side you believe in? What will it do to your family?

Squares Filled: captain america for my second card of @star-spangled-bingo​ // rivarly for my second card of @avengersbingo​ // balconies/rooftops for my second card of @happystevebingo​

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

Being Tony’s daughter is something hard to live by. It holds a high standard for everyone who hears it. People expect you to show up to events, to be as smart as your father, to protect those when they ask, to be a hero even though you don’t know how to be one, and to make sacrifices that a normal eighteen-year-old wouldn’t dare to make. Being Tony’s daughter has put a lot of strain onto your life, but you knew one thing to be true: if you hadn’t been his daughter, you wouldn’t have met any of the people you live and work with.

And what wonderful people they are.

The person you grew closest to would have to be Natasha. She understands how suffocating Tony can be, so she offers you a place to rewind and let go of everything that is bothering you. She knows a bit too much about being trapped inside your own head, to have so many people relying on you to do the right thing and to show up and to be what they expect, and she takes that all away.

The person you love to have fun with is Bucky. He’s the one you go to when you need to get out of the house. Despite being trapped with HYRDA, he does know how to have a good time. He grew up in Brooklyn in the 1940s, he loves to dance, be outside, to hike, to be involved with nature in every way possible. He finds peace in doing that, and you love to join him.

The person you love to learn about magic is Wanda. She is always looking for an excuse to show off her powers, and you go to her whenever you want to learn about what she can do. She manipulates minds, and you admit to asking her to make you see what a world would be like if there were no problems and everyone is happy. It’s a delusion, but you just want to live at that moment even if it is for a few minutes. She’s loyal and trusting, and she’s a really good friend to count on.

The person you go to about knowledge is Thor. He knows everything about all the worlds in the Nine Realms. He introduced you to Heimdall who showed you what he can do. Thor is a crazy and silly friend, but his heart is always pure. He makes you laugh when you’re feeling sad, and you trust him with your life.

The person you go to about science is, of course, Bruce. The people you go to about athletic skills are Sam and Clint. The people you go to learn about the new world are Shuri and T’Challa. When you have an existential crisis is Vision. You have so many people to fall back on, and you are so grateful to have each of them in your life. Being Tony’s daughter allows you to have so many opportunities that not a lot of people are going to have.

Steve, though, well, he’s a completely different story. He’s all of those put together and more. He is your other half--when he hurts, you hurt. When he is passionate, you feel it too. When he cries, you want to sob. Everything you feel is because of him. He holds your heart like no one else does. He provides you with a home, safety, and comfort. You don’t just trust your life with the man, your life is the man. You live for him. You breathe for him. You fight for him. Everything you do is for him. Your love for him is so strong, you sometimes cry at night by yourself because you just get so overwhelmed with your feelings for him that it physically hurts.

You’re more like him in more ways than one. You have the exact same serum inside your body as he does, and that makes you the second Captain America to walk the face of the Earth. Everyone calls you Major America since you’re much younger than Steve, and Major is one rank below a Captain. As a joke, everyone thought it was funny to have your suit be just like his, but you’re not complaining. Captain America’s suit is very sexy and tight-fitting. Out of all the suits you’ve seen the team wear, Steve’s is the best. Although, you are a bit biased. Your love for him makes you think everything he does is sexy and right. You are caught in his web, and you’re not sure if you want to be untangled from it.

Yet, no one knows about you and him.

There are some suspicions, but nothing had been confirmed with most. Natasha, Vision, Thor, and Wanda know, but they don’t say anything about it. You tell Natasha everything, Wanda sees Steve in your mind when you picture complete happiness, Thor hears you ask Heimdall about Steve all the time when you’re with him, and Vision is just too smart not to know. They all keep your secret, but you’re not sure how much longer you two can go on without your father knowing.

You want to tell him, but you’re at a point in your life where you need to choose which side you want to be on; the side of justice or the side of family? The government wants to pass a thing called the “Sokovia Accords” that states they get to regulate people that have “superpowers” and dictate where they are needed and when they get to help. The events that led up to that were, of course, what happened in Sokovia with Ultron, the attack on New York with Loki and his alien army, the battle of Triskelion in Washington D.C when Bucky was the biggest threat there was at the time, and the most recent attack in Lagos, Nigeria between the Avengers and Brock Rumlow or Crossbones.

Tony picked the side the government is on along with Natasha, Rhodey, Vision, T’Challa, and the newest member, Peter Parker. Steve has the rest on his team. Everyone is waiting for you to make a decision, and it’s the worst decision you ever had to face. There is too much at state on either side, so you don’t exactly know what to do. Well, you do, but one of the two most important men in your life isn’t going to like it.

On one hand, Tony is your father, and he took you in after your mom died. He’s given you everything you could have ever dreamed of and more. He’s the best father a girl could ask for. He’s been there for you through thick and thin, and you owe him your life. There is nothing you wouldn’t do for that man.

On the other hand, Steve is the love of your life. Your soul combines with his making him the only person in the entire world who not only gets you but completely understands you. There are times where you don’t even have to say a word, and he knows what you’re going to say. It makes those emotional times go by very easily.

Your mind is telling you to pick your father’s side because he had your back and now its time for you to have his. However, your heart is telling you to pick Steve’s side because these accords will rip this team in two. Yes, a lot of people have died because of these attacks, but you also saved billions by preventing catastrophes. If it weren't for you and your team, there would be aliens killing all of New York with a psychotic maniac as their leader, Ultron would have wiped out humanity so that he could start fresh wit obedient robots at his feet, and many more attacks.

These accords aren’t what’s good for your team and humanity, and like you said earlier, one of two most important men in your life just isn’t going to be happy with what you pick.

“Y/N, it’s time to make a decision. Are you going to sign or not?” your father asks.

All eyes are on you inside the conference room. You’re legally allowed to make this kind of decision, and since you have the same serum in your body, you have a say whether or not these accords are going to be a law or not. Tears threaten to spill over your eyes as you grasp the paperwork in your hand. He’s going to hate you, you can feel it.

“Y/N?” Tony asks once more.

“I love you, Dad,” you begin with a cracked voice and end with a whisper, “but you can’t ask me to not choose what I think is right. I’m sorry, I’m not signing.”

You push the paper away just as a few tears rolled down your cheek. You can’t seem to look at your dad in the eyes because you know you’ll see the hurt, anger, and betrayal you have left on his soul. Steve knows how hard this is on you, so he takes matters into his own hands.

“You’re not being serious right now, right?” your dad asks angrily.

“Tony don’t do this. You know she did what she thought was right,” Steve steps in.

“Like hell, she isn’t. She’s only doing this because she’s fucking you,” he snaps.

More tears spill over your eyes as you got up and hastily leave the room. This is painful as it is, you don’t need your father telling everyone that he thinks you only did this because you’re shacking up with the head leader of the other side. You don’t know where you’re going, but as soon as you take a step outside, you let out a loud sob. You’ve walked right onto a balcony, and you’re grateful no one is going to see you breaking down. Your knees buckle and you almost fall, but familiar and strong arms catch you before you hit the ground.

“He hates me,” you sob into Steve’s chest.

He brings you over to one of the patio chairs and sets you down on it.

“He doesn’t hate you,” Steve sighs.

“I can’t choose his side. I can’t believe that these accords are a good thing for us. Fighting against them is the right thing to do, and I hoped he’d just see that. I didn't even know he knew. God!” you sob more.

Steve doesn’t know what to say that would make you feel better right now. Instead, he decides to hold you, comb his fingers through your hair, and make sure you know that he isn’t going anywhere right now. It’s not fair how your father is treating you, but he’s going to make sure you understand you have someone on your team to back you up.

These accords are a bad thing, and if you can get everyone on your father’s side to see that, then maybe you can start the process of healing.

However, you know you’re never going to get to that stage because just like you, your father is a very stubborn man. You’re not sure what’s going to happen with the two of you after this is over. One side has to win; you just hope it doesn’t destroy the relationship you have with your dad.

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In your Barbie-verse, what was it like for Rip growing up, and when he was an adult, post-getting out of fairy prison? Also, what happened to his mom? In the movies, we don't see her, and iirc, she was never mentioned, so I just assumed she died at some point, or Break was just a single dad.- That PCS Anon

Rip backstory is my favorite and I sure have a lot of it lmao

Rip’s mother was Barbra “Barb” Bloom, and she died when he was 9 (his brother Chuck was 11). But up to that point, Rip actually had a pretty good childhood. Barb also has a power, she was pretty sure, but it was so nebulous she could neither prove nor quite define it--either the ability to always find what she was looking for, or simply being in the right place at the right time, one of the two. Break didn’t believe it, and she didn’t bring it up a lot, since again, she couldn’t really explain the feelings she got, she just knew that some moments were special.

When Rip first started seeing things, she thought he was just being an imaginative kid, but then she realized it could actually be magic when she noticed that like... Rip doesn’t really have that great of an imagination. He’s more analytical, he doesn’t really color outside the lines or tell lies or get in trouble. Idk how to explain it, but sometimes ppl just seem like the type to say anything, you know? And then there’s ppl you can’t imagine ever lying or doing anything crazy or anything like that.

Anyway, so they were in it together while she was alive, and he had her there to talk about what he was seeing. But then she died, and Rip took it very hard. Everyone did, but Rip lost the one person he could really talk about magic with. And on top of that, he didn’t even know if he believed in magic anymore, bc if Barb was in the right place at the right time, she wouldn’t have been hit by that car, would she? So he doesn’t know what to believe, bc if she was wrong about her magic, then was she wrong about his? How does he know that he’s not just crazy? And he can’t talk to Break about it, bc Break does not believe. Chuck doesn’t really, either, but he’s nicer about it.

So that all leads to sort of a downward spiral as Rip grows up, bc he doesn’t always trust his perceptions. And that leads to the desperation to just jump thru a flyway when he’s 17, he was really not in a good place at the time. I touched on it in my other post, but he was gone for a couple weeks, and Break legitimately thought he was dead. And then when he tried to explain about the flyways and getting lost, of course that just pissed off Break even more bc it’s just more of Rip’s bullshit, right? So Rip eventually just says he ran away and then came back when he ran out of money (which is kinda-sorta the truth, if you strip the magic out). So Break’s furious with him (and so is Chuck), he’s grounded forever... But that’s actually a good turning point for him, bc he met Lilliana. And after the flyways, and Lilliana giving him some (begrudging) answers, he knows he’s not crazy. His friendship with Lilliana only lasts a few months, but by the time she cuts him off he’s friends with Finn, who may not believe him but also doesn’t fight him at every turn when he brings up magic, he’s more like lmao ok buddy whatever you say, which is honestly better than what Rip gets at home. And Finn does come around awhile to like wait no shit, really? For real? Which Rip can’t really believe but he’s so grateful.

Anyway so that’s up to 1989. Fast forward a couple years to 1991. Finn and Anne have been together for awhile, but Finn’s kind of like... He doesn’t want to break up with Anne, he still loves her a lot, but since their relationship has to be a secret, and it can’t really be any other way, it’s starting to wear on him. And he’s started to develop some romantic feelings for Rip that he wants to pursue, in part bc it would be much easier, honestly. But when he brings this up to Anne, she really doesn’t want to break up with him, either, so she says that he should just date Rip, too. And Finn’s like and... you’d be fine with that? And Anne’s like I will learn to be, anyway. And Finn’s not really sure if this will work or if Rip will even go for it. Rip is hesitant but he’s open to basically whatever so he’s like we can try it for awhile, I guess. Anne really makes an effort to be chill but it is hard on her and Rip’s like maybe we shouldn’t do this and Anne’s like I think the problem is that we don’t really know each other. Like Rip and Anne aren’t really friends, they’ve obviously met before but never really hung out one on one so Rip really knows her as Finn’s girlfriend, and she knows him as Finn’s weird friend. So they decide to start trying to get to know each other and be friends.

Rip doesn’t talk about any magic stuff with Anne for a couple reasons, one of which is that he doesn’t want to come off any weirder than he does when he’s trying to befriend the woman, and also bc she’s a royal and Rip does not care for royals. Not bc of anything politically, he just doesn’t think they are careful enough with magic and he doesn’t trust them with it. (He doesn’t trust anyone with magic, actually. Not humans, not fairies, not anyone.) So he has to give her the edited version of events when she’s like have you dated anyone before? And Rip’s like it wasn’t really dating but I did have a brief relationship with Lilliana Roxelle and Anne’s like. You mean the French supermodel? And Rip’s like yeah and Anne’s like how did you even meet her and he’s like I crashed her NYE party. And Anne doesn’t know what to make of him, bc it’s such a wild, specific thing to say that it could be a lie but it just feels like it’s true, bc why not say something more believable if you were going to lie? Anyway Rip’s more chill about not being believed at this point bc he has one person on his side again (Finn), so he just shrugs it off. And they just kinda move on and talk about their families and not getting along with their fathers, which are very different situations but it’s enough to commiserate over, and they just keep going like that.

And at the beginning of this, remember, Anne thinks of Rip as just Finn’s weird friend. She has no idea what he sees in Rip, romantically. (Or platonically, for that matter. Like he’s fun to hang out with but why not literally anyone else?) And Rip’s not super good looking, either. Like, he’s handsome enough, but you probably wouldn’t look at him twice. (He’s Break’s son, so that kinda limits how hot he can be lmao.) But he just has something about him. Like, when you talk to him, you get his full attention, he’s really supportive and sympathetic and he always feels like he gets what you’re going thru. So Anne starts to get it, and then she’s like wait am I catching feelings for this guy? THIS guy? And yeah, she is. So the three of them actually end up dating for awhile, which is a lot more complicated but they like each other enough to make it work.

However, meanwhile, Rip has met Calissa. And she’s a mermaid, and a queen, and she’s married, and she has a kid, but... Well. The heart wants what it wants. So Rip has to break it off with Finn and Anne. He can explain to Finn about Calissa, so they could maybe still date, but he can’t really tell Anne about a mermaid, and if he doesn’t tell her she’s a mermaid he doesn’t really have a good excuse for why they can’t ever meet this other girl and it just feels weird. And it’s already complicated, he can’t be in so many complicated relationships at once. And Anne’s really confused about why Rip would break it off, until he says that the girl he wants to see is already married, and Anne’s pissed that Rip would pursue something with a married woman. And he says he knows it’s wrong but... he’s gonna do it anyway. (He can’t exactly say that she’s not in love with her husband but can’t get a divorce bc she’s a queen and it would be a political nightmare... Which might not help, anyway, but at least it’s better than interfering in a loving marriage, right? Right?) Anyway, Anne thinks he’s not the man she thought he was and she doesn’t even want to be friends with him anymore. Finn still is, but they don’t hang out the three of them pretty much ever again.

Rip has his secret relationship with Calissa, she gets pregnant, and then they don’t really know what to do bc they don’t know if it’s Caligo’s baby and it’s fine or if it’s Rip’s baby and they need to panic. But as her pregnancy progresses, she’s pretty sure it’s Rip’s bc the baby’s movement feels different, she’s pretty sure the baby has legs and not a tail. So they really start to panic. Rip obviously wants to take the baby, but he can’t just show up at home with a random kid and say that hey btw my mermaid girlfriend gave birth. Break would think he was insane. Anyway so that’s when Rip gets the idea to fake his death, which he does. And he moves down the coast a ways and raises baby Merliah for about a year, until the Gloss Angeles guard track him down.

Cue botched execution and 17 year exile in Fairytopia, and then he returns to Earth in December 2012.

And life is actually... pretty damn good. He’s reunited with Calissa and Merliah, and his dad now knows he wasn’t lying about seeing fairies and meeting a mermaid and all of that. He has a lot to contend with, re-adjustment-wise, with how much the world has changed in the intervening time, and he also has 2 other daughters he had no idea about, and then Calissa gets pregnant with twins pretty fast so there’s a lot going on, but he’s used to chaos and having to learn about new environments so he takes it in stride, pretty much. He also reconnects with Finn (at Merliah and Kylie’s urging), so he even gets his old friend back.

And then, in 2016, a year post-RNR, Finn tells Anne that Rip’s alive. Which is in response to her telling him about keeping Sloane from him, and so he takes the opportunity to say I’ve actually been keeping something from you, too. (Idk if those two secrets are roughly equal, but for the characters I’m going to say they are.) And so Anne reconnects with Rip, too, and finally gets brought into the loop and learns about Rip’s powers and what really went down with him and Calissa and all of that. Which is a big shock but also he has some helpful advice about how to approach the situation with Sloane, having done it twice himself lmao. So honestly, everything comes up roses for Rip. He gets to live the rest of his life in quiet domesticity, which is all he ever really wanted.

The ONLY thing that kinda sucks is that due to how mermaids (and fairies) age, Calissa basically looks the same for their whole marriage. So as he gets older, she looks more and more like some young trophy wife, and he hates that anyone looking at him would think he’s some weird old man lmao. (He’s only 3 years older than her in actuality.) But that’s basically the only thing that sucks. Everything else in his life is very good, bc he deserves that goddammit.

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Please. Hitoshi Shinsou Fluff alphabet (A-Z)

Hitoshi Shinsou A-Z Fluff Headcanons  

 A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Hitoshi loves cuddles and kisses so most of the time spent with him (alone) is wrapped up in each other’s limbs

Will cuddle up with you and be on his phone, or watching tv. 

If he can do something while having you in his arms or yours around him, he’ll do it

Video games are a major date/hang out activity. 

He will play dirty and do whatever he can to make you lose

But if you suck at said game, he’ll let you win once or twice to keep himself humble 

Plus loves to see you get so excited about winning against him

He’s up for anything you wanna do usually

Study dates

Walks

Coffee dates

He just loves being with you

Prefers it being just the two of you

Especially if your friends or classmates are annoying or way too energetic and loud

He’s also not too big on pda so he wants you alone so he can be affectionate and clingy

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your kindness and compassion

No one has shown him such kindness before you

Just the way you support him and are so compassionate

You’re someone he wants to be like and someone he wants to make proud

Absolutely in love with your smile

Like all your smiles are beautiful and he lives for them

But the big bright smiles are his absolute favorite and make his heart melt

When you’re filled with strong happy emotions.

An excited smile from winning a game, or a proud smile ugh he will die of happiness

When you smile when you look at him or see him for the first time that day, or if you haven’t seen him in awhile

LOVES it when he’s the one making you smile

He loves your eyes

They just hold so much emotion and he loves just staring deep into your eyes, noticing the way light makes your eyes sparkle

Wants to take in every fleck and change in color

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He gets it

He understands what it’s like to be depressed or to be so overwhelmed with anxiety

He knows what to do and how to help you

Literally anything that you need he’s on it

He just is so soft and patient with you

He speaks calmly and softly and smiles so gently

And if what works for him doesn’t work for you, he’ll learn other methods and try them out for himself too

You and him will work things out together and will comfort each other when one of you is having a mental problem

You guys are gonna be mental health experts for each other

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

You’re probably his biggest supporter

The first person to see his quirk as truly beautiful and capable of being a hero quirk

You’re there for him for every step of the way

So he just wants to make you proud

He’s gonna be the best damn hero in the world with you by his side

His future revolves around you

Because without you being his cheerleader, he’d probably not have the strength to do his best every day

And since you’re his biggest fan, he’s yours too

Whatever your future plans are, he is right there to help you anyway he can

Of course, there is also the dark thought in the back of his head that he’s way too ahead of himself and that he shouldn’t get his hopes up thinking about a future with you because he’s bad for you and you’re gonna leave

So as much as he sees living his life with you forever there’s always that hesitant second where he is scared of you not being in his future

Marriage? Sure

A house? Most likely

Growing old with you? Definitely

Children? ????

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Hitoshi Shinsou is a passive boy

He’s gonna just enjoy the ride and see where things go

So he’ll 100% let you take the lead if you’re more dominant than him

Does have thoughts, ideas, and such and will voice them obvi

If need be,  he will take initiative but like 

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

You two are probably gonna fight over stupid things

And he’s probably gonna be the one to start shit

He’s anxious and he’s stressed all the time and he might take it out on you without meaning to

He’s a little bitch sometimes and that can lead to fights

You are the light of his life

But sometimes he thinks he isn’t good enough for you

So his low self esteem in the relationship might come out in the form of snarky comments and intense arguments 

But that may still end up bad

If you guys get in a bad enough fight

He might not try to gain your forgiveness or try to patch things up

He may just let you go

He’s scared of expressing himself and he thinks you’ll be better off without him

So you might have to be the one to go after him most of the time 

If you both are petty and or stubborn then there is gonna be a fight that will make a turn for the worst and end a great relationship

BUT

If Shinsou gets over his fear of commitment and believes in your love and is strong enough to fight to keep you together

He will do what he can to make things right

And he will forgive you easy

Or if he’s in the wrong, he’s gonna be a perfect boyfriend and go to great lengths to gain your forgiveness and or trust again

Just give him time. He’ll learn to trust and he will grow as a person

And will learn that one can’t go through life only speaking in sarcasm and nihilism and he has to use his feely words 

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s in disbelief

How can someone as perfect and amazing as you be with him??

Of course he is grateful

Every night he’s gonna be expressing how blessed he is

Before he goes to sleep every night (or early morning cause the boy doesn’t sleep for shit) he thinks about how thankful he is to have you

He’s just so happy you’re there

And he still doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve you and the things you do for him. 

And he doesn’t quite understand what it is he could do to thank you

Just what you’ve done for him is so amazing that there’s nothing in the world that could equal that to him. 

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

In the beginning he’s gonna have a lot of walls up

He’s here on this island to win not make friends

You’re gonna have to do a lot to gain his trust

And even then there’s gonna be some things he won’t tell you or admit to

Like his insecurity

That shit is under 24/7 surveillance with heavy security and fingerprint advanced technology locking systems and what not

But once you break through it all it’ll be worth it

And he may not ever shut up

he has all the tea, sis

But that’s a good thing right?

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Look he has a lot of trust issues with himself and others

He’s insecure, he has a fear of commitment, and he can get overwhelmed easily

And it’s gonna take a lot of time and patience to break him of his bad habits

But I believe in you

You’ll help him learn how to trust, how to love himself, and how to set a bedtime and stick to it

Look idk why but Shinsou is baby and he needs help and all the love and attention in this world

He’s in this world just hating everything and yet so scared to try new things 

And it’s gonna take a lot to get him to change that view

But in the time being, you might learn a few things from him too

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Its not so much jealousy but more of lack of self worth/self esteem

He doesn’t deserve you and you can do way better

So any potential person in this world that he deems better than him, he thinks you’re gonna obviously leave him for that person

But when he finally trusts you and believes that you love him and aren’t gonna leave him, he’ll believe it

So he’ll trust that you’re not gonna fall for that guy obviously checking you out

But he is protective of you

So if some ass can’t get the hint, Hitoshi will be at your side in no time to help kick this dick to the curb

He knows that you’re not interested in anyone but him so when you’re talking to a classmate or friend, he’s usually not threatened in the slightest

He trusts you

But guys who can’t get their eyes off your body may set him off

That’s when he’ll send a message that you’re taken by usually wrapping his arm around you and maybe kissing you on the cheek/side of the head

And he most likely won’t come out and say he’s jealous

But he might leave clues

He may start hating someone more than usual and will talk shit about them for the rest of the day when you two are by yourselves

And he most likely will love on you more than usual

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

This boy surprisingly was a pretty good kisser right off the bat

It’s a mystery how he’s so good

Has he had previous partners? Has he practiced on his pillow?

The world may never know

But he’s a great kisser

So the first kiss is gonna take your breath away

No matter what his confidence level is

If he’s being cocky and giving you a passionate first kiss

Or if it’s a shy first kiss

It’s gonna be great and gonna blow you away

He’s a bit of a tease so most of his kisses are gonna have you wanting more

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

If he falls for you, its gonna most likely be because you two have been friends for a while and you’ve gained his trust

So he may just be upfront about it and just tell you how he feels

Or you might find out from Kaminari (they are mega best friends fight me)

Denki weaseled the truth out of him and you might overhear the conversation or Denki tells you accidentally

So at that point, you’re probably gonna have to confront Shinsou about it and he’ll tell the truth and come clean about his crush on you

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s gonna be the type that doesn’t care about marriage

If you want to be with him forever but don’t care about tying the knot, he doesn’t care either 

It’s gonna be up to you

So if he does propose it’s because you two have already talked about it and he knows you’ll say yes

So you’ll probably see the proposal coming

So its up to your imagination if he makes a big deal out of it or if its a casual popping of the question

*Right before you go to sleep* Hitoshi: Hey, you free tomorrow?

You: yeah?

Him: Cool lets go get married then

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He’s pretty neutral on pet names so he’ll prolly just call you babe or whatever you prefer

Maybe a shortening of your name

Or something from an inside joke

He’s pretty chill about it.

When he’s in a feisty mood, he’ll be up to calling you other things

Baby

Hot stuff

Sexy

“Hey, You With the Amazing Ass, come here”

You know, casual things

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He’s pretty chill about it

But he’s gonna be looking at you a lot

And smiling/blushing to himself

Once he’s in love with you, his eyes are glued to you

And he’s gonna get caught staring into space your direction cause he’s lost in thought thinking of some fantasy about you

He’s constantly on his phone talking to you if you two aren’t together

Shares a lot of memes with you

Or takes funny snapchats

He has to be constantly talking to you even if it’s just cat pictures being sent with no words for hours at a time from both of you 

He just lights up when he gets a message from you

His phone vibrates or goes off and his heart skips a beat in anticipation that it’s something from you

And in the beginning of the relationship or when he’s caught feels and hasn’t told you yet, he gets antsy and can’t keep still if he knows he’ll be seeing you

He just gets so excited to see your cute face

As time goes by, he’ll be able to contain his excitement better

But no matter what, these are gonna be low key things that will be hard for others to catch on to if they don’t already know him well enough

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He’s not a fan of pda

Isn’t totally against it, especially small things

Like hand holding or light casual touches

But kissing/making out

Any big proclamations of love

And it’s a big no from him 

But if you kiss him or make a display of love somehow and it’s not something he’s comfortable with in public, he’ll sort of shut down

Doesn’t react or respond to it

And will let you know not to do it again (he’ll say it in private obvi)

Quick happy kisses or sincere goodbye kisses are fine. He’s okay with those because sometimes those are necessary and unavoidable

He just thinks there’s some things people don’t need to see

Unless he’s trying to make a statement 

And he’s making eye contact with the person he’s letting know that you’re in a relationship

But besides that he’s pretty chill

May blush about announcing your relationship to others in the beginning 

Maybe as time goes by and the relationship develops, he *might* be open to light kissing and cuddles

*might*

There might be an occasion where he’ll allow a hot and heavy makeout session in public and that might just be to piss someone off and make them uncomfortable 

Because this boy can be petty and will go to great lengths if he’s pissed off enough 

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He is a sleep expert

He doesn’t sleep and he’s been trying to get some decent shut eye for years

So he knows all the tricks and tips to fall asleep (but they prolly just don’t work on him)

He knows all the teas and herbs that will make you tired

Or the websites and apps that have rain noises or white noise makers

If you can’t sleep he has a light novel’s worth of things you can try 

Also, if you can’t sleep, you know he’s up to bother. 

He’ll (7.8/10 times) answer a text at 3 a.m. within minutes (maybe seconds if his phone is actually in his hand.)

Either way, he is most likely awake and will answer your texts if he has given up trying to go to sleep

If you two are sharing a room/bed/living space, then if you’re awake, he doesn’t have to worry about being quiet any more and you don’t have to worry about bothering him either. 

Sleep deprived couple goals ❤

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He doesn’t sleep

So he’s seen all the reruns of dramas and rom coms that are on t.v. late at night

He’s read all the romance novels (in hopes they’ll be boring and make him sleep)

So he knows how to romance you 

Does he do it? Only if the occasion calls

But there’s no question that he’ll go to pretty great lengths to make you happy no matter how cheesy it may be

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

100%

He’s your cheerleader

No matter what you want he’s gonna be at your side (unless its something way impossible and stupid)

He’ll try his best to help you train (if you go hero)

He’s your study partner pretty much every night

Just as much as you help him, he’s helping you to achieve your dreams

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He’s tired all the time

He loves routine

It’s effortless

He’s happy where things are

BUT if  it came down to it, he might do something to spice things up if really needed

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He’s pretty observant 

So he knows you almost better and maybe *better* than you know yourself

He knows all your habits and weird quirks

He’s empathetic but he might try to tease you or say something sarcastic first because floof boy doesn’t like being too serious 

Not saying he’s an asshole who makes jokes at everything

He just loves teasing and hopes to alleviate tension by joking

Sarcasm is his coping mechanism

He can’t help it honestly.

But he can be serious if need be but needs to be sardonic to relieve his stress

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You’re pretty important

You’re his best friend and his support system

Plus you’re the person who cuddles him and combs their fingers through his hair

He’d go insane without that

If you’re still teens and he’s still on the road to heroism, it’s pretty unclear if he’s gonna give up his dream for you

It REALLY depends on the circumstances and it’s gonna tear him apart having to choose

But if he’s already a hero, and you guys have been together for YEARS

It might be easier for him to choose you over the hero life

BUT STILL

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He knows he gives off ‘bad guy’ vibes

His quirk, his voice, the hair, dark eyes, the way he dresses, his sarcasm and overall ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude screams bad boy

But he is soft boy

He can’t help he’s an emo

He wants to be baby

He is baby

He knows how to play the bad guy and how to make you squirm but why do that when he can just pout and get you to pamper him with kisses and cuddles

Literally a big baby when you two are alone 

ESPECIALLY when he’s very tired

Just lightly scratch his scalp

Maybe sing him a song

Tell him how much you love him

He might actually cry

He is your princess

Spoil him in fluffy love

He loves it literally more than anything else 

Shinsou Hitoshi is best boy and he’s my 2nd biggest obsession rn (denki’s 1st) and I have hundreds of headcanons holy fucccck 

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

LOVES IT

Behind closed doors usually

He will choose fluffy movie nights over hot heavy sexy nights

Of course soft kisses are prolly like sex to him

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

No one can really tell how he’s doing

He appears to be just fine

And he kinda is

He’s just far more obsessed with the day of the month or the time

And his phone is in his hand the whole time waiting for a response from you

He’s impatient to see you again

But maybe only you or Denki could see how tense he really is because he hides it really well

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Oof angst

I wanna make him a sad broken boi because I live for my heart to just shatter over him

He might just let you go if things fall apart

He might just give up

Because you can do way better

And who is he to drag you down with him and his ‘villain quirk’?

He loves you with all his heart and him without you will tear him apart

And it’ll take the next person way much more time to get him to reopen up

If he allows another person

Because if you leave him, it just proves he doesn’t deserve anything good so why should he even try

BUT yes. If I do him good, he’s not a sad boi and has a healthy mental state and will be up to do anything for you to save the relationship

Why do I want to hurt him with all this angst ouch

So many of these points are so angsty and could make many angst scenarios

why do I make him so sad?We don’t know too  much about him yet do we?Who are his parents? Where are they?What was his life before UA?Is he sad and touch starved? Hopefully so I can make head canons about it and then fixing him and making him happy for my own self fulfillment 

but hello Shinsou and Kaminari are my current faves of bnhaTiktok cosplayers just do so well with these two that I have so many new headcanons and thoughts

I ship them togetherI ship them being best brosI wanna make an oc to smush between them I just love them and their friendship and what potential they have togetherugggh

HELLO WORLD

Am I back?

ehhh. It’s more of a passion adhd hobby

If I see a request that gets my fingers moving, I’ll do it but… those requests that are in my inbox now?

Might not get done. Maybe the Kirishima A-Z smut???? 

We’ll see if I get inspired with the new season of BNHA (although I’m prolly gonna wait to watch it until the whole season’s out instead of watching a new episode each week)

I’m too depressed to ever do anything if it doesn’t spark joy

I’m currently obsessed with Fairy Tail and Fruits Basket.The new episodes just resparked my love for them especially the remake of Fruba reopening all the old wounds from the 2001 ver. SO I’m currently hyper focused on writing for those two things 

ALSO I rarely use my pc for tumblr and so it’s usually the mobile app for me (except for answering asks/posting cause mobile’s character limit sucks dick)but with that, my mobile app likes to hide notifications about new asks??? So apparently I had two requests asking for this Shinsou a-z so the first one, when you sent this in, I’m sorry it’s taken so long  if i saw it way earlier, I would’ve written it a while ago cause this is something I’ve been wanting to make and thought about maybe just posting it on my own??

But anyone wanna send in anything Fruits Basket?

There’s like no reader x fruba since all the characters are so in love with Tohru ig?

Or send in some sweet Kaminari requests if you wanna? I’ve never written for him but he’s literally my baby rn and there’s not much for him in the fic world except for short headcanons.

[krismusings]

Sushi. | Ro & Aaron

Discord thread featuring: Roman, and @aaronhart93

Where: Aaron’s house.

When: May 18th

Description: Roman brings  Aaron dinner, and share one last time together.

Trigger Warnings: stepping on glass? daddy shit? the usual idk lmao

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman stared at his phone for awhile after Aaron said he wasn’t sure if Ro understood how he felt. It was true that he had no idea what was going on with him besides the mess with Landon, but they had a lot to talk about regardless. Up until this point, their relationship had been mostly about sex, and money, both going hand in hand. But, Ro realized how little they actually knew about eachother. He finished up what he was doing at the theater, and then checked what he was wearing. An old ratty Rolling Stones T-shirt, jeans with the knees cut out, and red converse. This was far from a look he ever rocked around Aaron, but he hadn’t planned on meeting up with him today when he got dressed this morning. To just shook a hand through his hair, and then called ahead for their food so that it was ready when he was finally able to pick it up. Roman was getting nervous for some reason as he made his way up to the front door, mostly because he wasn’t sure what was going to happen, or be said this evening.

AARON 

Aaron looked at himself in the mirror after he splashed water on his face. His eyes were still a little swollen - they had been like that all day. He blinked a couple times in the mirror before splashing water on his face again. He walked from his master bathroom to his nightstand to find his reading glasses and put them on. Maybe this would distract Roman from the fact he had been crying all day. He had been with his mom and grandma for most of the day, visiting his dads grave in Long Island and taking about him. He always tried to stay strong for his mom, but this year seemed extra hard considering the events from last night and Aaron’s fight with Landon. He was both relieved and nervous when Roman texted him; he feared he was about to break things off with him but he also hoped that Roman would provide him with a bit of a distraction which was really what he needed right now. He had been drinking all day, slowly taking sips of alcohol when his mom wasn’t looking. He was thankful his driver was so available so that Aaron didn’t have to drive himself back to the city. He wasn’t hammered, but he was just keeping himself numb enough to get through the day. He stopped drinking though, when Roman told him he wanted to come over. Aaron had barely eaten all day - it just kind of slipped his mind so he was grateful to Roman for suggesting dinner. He was still in his suit from the day, but needed to get into something more comfortable. His choose a paid of gray Adidas joggers and a black t shirt - he didn’t think Roman had seen him like this before. Aaron buzzed Roman up to his penthouse when he heard him at the door. “Hey.” he hummed, as Roman entered his home. “I’m starving. Thanks for picking up. But are you sure you don’t want me to pay for this?”

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman instantly felt himself relax when he saw Aaron on the other side of that door. He was always attractive, but dressed down like this, he was really something special. He was cute glasses, too. “Hey!” Roman stepped inside with takeout in hand, shaking his head in response to the other’s question. “No, don’t worry about it. You always pay for everythin’.” Well yeah Ro, that was kind of the point. He sat down their dinner on a side table by the door long enough to get his shoes off, and then realized he would need to actually talk now. “You look cute. Love the glasses.” Roman smirked, and gestured at his own eyes while reaching for their sushi to take into the kitchen.

AARON

Aaron smiled when Roman walked into his home. He attached his head a little and looked down at his feet because truthfully he felt a little weird about Ro paying for their dinner. He smiled though when Roman complimented how he looked. It was so odd - they were so different and clearly one could tell by just looking at the stark differences in their appearances but they balanced each other out so well. Aaron sat down at the barstool on the island. He had destroyed his kitchen chairs last night so sitting at the kitchen table wasn’t an option. “You look cute too.” He loved that him and Roman could dress so casually around each other. He grabbed their dinners out of the takeout bag and opened a pair of chopsticks for himself, setting the other pair down for Roman. “I haven’t eaten all day.” He said, trying to stay off the topic that he knew they would eventually have to talk about.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Did Roman happen to notice that the only place to sit now in Aaron’s kitchen was the island? Yeah, but he wasn’t putting much thought into it. For all he knew, the other could have decided he hated those chairs, and wanted new ones. Whatever. “Why haven’t you eaten?” Roman turned on his mum mode, giving the other a disapproving look as he grabbed the napkins provided from the takeout bag. “Do you want some wine?” He asked, turning in the direction of Aaron’s wine cabinet, because of course he was well versed on where the stash was. Roman proceeded to yelp when a sharp pain shot through the bottom of his foot, and up his leg as he leaned against the counter to check the arch of his foot, the most fucking painful place to get a shard of glass lodged. “Shit.” He hissed, hand shaking as he reached for the glass to pull it from the meat of his foot without any further commenting at the moment.

AARON

Wine. Yes, Aaron needed more wine. His half-hearted attempt to sober up was short lived when Roman suggested the pair drink. At least he tried. Aaron’s heart fell into his stomach when he heard Roman yelp, the chopsticks and sushi he was about to eat falling from his hands. He quickly bolted into dad mode, hopping from his chair and putting his arm around Ro to support. He must’ve missed a couple of spots when he was cleaning up the wood and glass from the drunken mess he made another night. Once again, his stupid actions the people he cared about. How could he be so reckless? Fuck. “I’m so sorry.” He spat out, attempting to guide Roman over to the one kitchen chair he didn’t destroy last night. He sprinted to grab the first aid kit from the pantry. “Let me see.” He said, getting on his knees and grabbing Roman’s foot to inspect the damage. This was all his fault. Aaron did to Roman what he would do with his kid - clot the blood, disinfect, band aid and top it off with a little kids. “Are you okay?”

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman watched while Aaron immediately shot up to take care of him. It made him forget about the fact that he’d just stepped on glass, well, maybe not totally forget, but he was distracted anyway. His eyes were stuck on the other male, watching almost adoringly while he cleaned up the gash, and then proceeded to bandage him up with a kiss. It made him smile, though he clearly was trying not to. Aaron was rich, and maybe a little spoiled. He was used to getting what he wanted, both business wise, and in the bedroom. But it didn’t make him a terrible person. In fact, Aaron was one of the best people he’d ever met, and often times, even selfless. “Yeah. I’m fine.” Roman finally responded while he was looking into those beautiful blues, reaching out to run his fingers through the side of the other’s hair. “But, why is there glass in the floor?” He asked in a more serious tone.

AARON

Aaron softly held on to the hand that Roman was running through the side of his light brown, and bright his palm to his lips to and him a soft kiss. Aaron sighed. It was time to get honest. He was nervous to tell Roman about what he did - why he did it and that his child witnessed the incident. Well, maybe he could leave that part out. He could feel his eyes swelling up again and quickly turned to move away to try to hide his pain. He moved towards the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of red, pouring a glass for himself and for Roman. He took a large sip of his wine before taking a deep breathe, his heart beating fast. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to tell Roman what he’d done and keep it together. “My dad died 6 years ago today. When Ali was pregnant. He’s never met Des.” He looked down at his wine glass and swirled the dark purple liquid around in the glass. “I got a little too drunk last night and broke some shit.” He said solemnly, motioning to his chair less kitchen table. “And with everything going on with Landon....” he began, wondering if he should continue. “I just let my emotions get the best of me”

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman was confused when Aaron’s disposition suddenly changed so much. He could tell he was on the verge of tears, eyes once again stuck on the other as he moved to get them some wine. Ro had no idea what the other was going to tell him, but when he mentioned his father passing, his shoulders sank. It saddened him to know that Aaron had felt enough pain to cause a fit like that to happen, to the point he would break things to get out his frustration. He’d never known the man to get anywhere near that level of angry, so he knew this had been a major breaking point. “I hate to hear that...” Roman responded honestly, still watching the other’s back from where he sat. “You’re a good man, Aaron. I don’t know what your relationship was like with your father, but he should be very proud of you regardless. And Landon? He’ll get over it. He will.” Ro assured his friend, choosing to get up now so that he could make his way over to Aaron, sliding a hand across the back of his shoulders while he moved to his side. “You’re a good person, and an amazing dad. You don’t set out to hurt anyone.”May 19, 2020

AARON 

Aaron struggled to kept it together, but he felt so safe as he looked over into his green eyes. “We were so close. I idolized him...h-he taught me everything how I know. Except how to be a good dad, and a good friend because...” Aaron couldn’t stop the tears from falling out of his blue eyes at this point as he trailed off. He didn’t know if he could admit that his 5 year old watched him destroy his kitchen in a drunken rage. “I don’t feel like a good person, a good friend and, Jesus fuck I’m such a shitty dad.” He sobbed. “Destiny watched me destroy this kitchen. I got belligerent with my own kid in the house because I don’t know how to deal with anything the right way.” He admitted, through tears.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Aaron didn’t seem like the type of person to break down very often, so the fact that he was right now, made Roman’s heart sink. “You are not a shitty dad.” He immediately came to the other’s defense, because everyone made mistakes, even his adopted parents who tried to be as perfect as possible. “Listen to me.” Ro made Aaron turn to face him, green eyes darting over the man’s face pleadingly. “Trust me, I know what a bad parent, and shitty friend is, and you are not it. You’ve made mistakes, but who the fuck hasn’t? You can’t be perfect Aaron, it’s impossible. Sometimes we hurt people we love, but life goes on, and things get better. Don’t beat yourself up so much. Okay?”

AARON

Aaron spun around to face the taller man. He put his face in his neck and wrapped his arms around Roman's waist. His words were sweet, Aaron wasn't sure if he believed that 100% but they were helping in the moment. "I try to be a good dad for her, I really do. But sometimes I just can't get out of my old ways. I was such an ass, Roman. When Ali first told me she was pregnant, I literally told her I would pay for her to get an abortion. Like....that was my first instinct. Landon and all my friends from the show changed my fucking life and I still continue to let them down. I'm sorry, the glass if your foot was all my fault." he said, weakly into his neck. Aaron felt so safe with Roman. "I normally just try to shove all of these feelings to the back of my head, but clearly that not working out for me." she said, letting out a weak laugh. He took off his glasses and wiped his face, bringing his head up from his neck. He put his palm on the curly haired man's cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm sure this wasn't what you were expecting. I was trying just to have a fun night with you."

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman shook his head when Aaron pulled away and apologized, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he thought of what to say now. Aaron was right, this hadn’t been what he’d expected, but only because he expected that he was going to be the one that ended up being some sort of emotional mess. “No, I had planned on talking anyway, I want you to be honest with me. I know we’ve been hooking up, and that’s kind of all we had set out for this to be, but I do care about you, Aaron. You’re my friend.” He assured the smaller, his arm now wrapped around the other’s shoulders to comfor him. “And -“ he sighed, deciding to finally pick up the glass of wine that had been poured for him when Aaron stepped back, because it was practically screaming his name at this point. “Despite anythin’ bad you’ve done in the past, you’ve become a better person because of it. Don’t discount your progress. If we were judged only by the shitty things we’ve done in life, god help everyone.” Ro finally took a sip of his wine, and then decided to lean in to place a kiss on the corner of Aaron’s lips.(edited)

AARON

Aaron smiled weakly at Roman, his heart rate beginning to slow down. Hearing how the other man cared for Aaron made his heart melt. "I care about you too, Ro. I'm so glad I met you and we became friends." Aaron watched as Roman took his glass of wine and decided to follow his lead. "Which is also why I don't know what to do about Landon." he said, knowing the two needed to talk about this a little more. "He cut me some slack today because of my dad, but I don't know what tomorrow will being." Taking a chug of his wine, he took a deep breathe. "Thank you. I never really cry in front of people like this. So thank you." he admitted. He knew that Roman was right, it was just hard to Aaron to see at the moment. Aaron felt himself relax a little more as Roman placed a soft kiss on his lips.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

Roman didn’t know what they were going to be about Landon either. Landon was his first ever friend when they were both only five years old, only to end up being eachother’s first kiss, first boyfriend, first everything. It’s not like that’s something you can just leave in the past, and not consider their feelings. Roman loved Landon, he would always love Landon, but he was finding it insanely hard to let go of Aaron for whatever reason. “Do you happen to have anythin’ stronger than this?” Ro laughed while holding up his glass of wine, having completely forgotten about the fact that they had a shit ton of untouched sushi still waiting for them on the kitchen island.

AARON 

Aaron couldn't help but laugh when Roman asked for something stronger. That was relatable as hell. "Yes, I think we both could use something stronger." he said, walking back over the the liquor cabinet and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. This bottle was a special gift he had gotten from a business partner. He had needed an excuse to crack it open for a while now, and he thought now was as good a time as ever. He grabbed some glasses and placed them in front of the pair on the island. He poured them each a glass, and slid one over to Roman. How long had he been drunk for? All day today and part of last night? He wasn't sure if Roman was catching on, but this liquor was starting to get to him quickly. "Can we just eat our sushi right now?" he asked, his stomach begging him for some food.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman very gladly accepted the glass of amber liquid as soon as it was offered, swirling it in the glass before snorting at Aaron’s request. “Since when do you need my permission for anythin’? Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around?” He teased while finally grabbing a set of chopsticks for himself so that he could go ahead and dig into his tuna roll first. “You may be the parental figure in this dynamic, but if I ever find out you’ve gone all day without eating again, I’ll pop you.” He pointed at the other man with his chopsticks, and then took down some whiskey with a satisfied sigh. “Smooth.” Duh. It probably cost more than his own car.

AARON 

Aaron couldn't help but let a smile come over his face. "True." he said, biting his lip in an attempt to stifle an embarrassing giggle that threatened to tumble over his lips. "But I'm all vulnerable and stuff right now." he pouted playfully. "That's fair. I just...forgot. I promise I won't do it again, Mr. Roman." he teased. Grabbing his sushi and sliding it over to where he was leaning on the island. He grabbed the chopsticks he dropped and picked up the tiny roll of rice and fish. "I know." he said, mouth full of sushi. "It was a gift. It's ridiculously old." he said, putting the liquor to his lips. Fuck, it was just as amazing as he expected.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman actually cracked a small laugh when Aaron said he was all vulnerable right now. His point kind of made Ro want to both punch him, and kiss him at the same time, much like a puppy so cute that you wanna squeeze it. He snorted at being called Mr. Roman, watching as Aaron resumed his eating position. “How old?” He asked curiously, turning the glass in his hand as if he could somehow answer his own question by just looking at it. “Do you even know what it’s like to be broke?” He laughed.

AARON 

Aaron thought for a moment. He wasn't entirely sure how old the liquor was, but judging by the taste and the person who gave it to him, he could make a guess. "Maybe like 40 or 50 years?" he guessed, sipping the liquor again. "Ahhhh" he let out as the liquid slid down his throat. "Mad good." he mumbled. "ummm..." Aaron hesitated for a moment, "no." he said, honestly. Aaron had grown up extremely privileged and he recognized that. He felt like a Kylie Jenner in a way - was born into privilege but made an even bigger empire. He knew he was lucky to be born into what he had, and probably wouldn't have the success he did without that big kickstart his family's money gave him. "No clue really." he said, bringing another piece of sushi to his mouth.  "I know that makes me sound like a prick." he said, the corner of his lips turning up into a slight smirk.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman had anticipated Aaron’s response, which was why it was more of a rhetorical question anyway. It wasn’t Aaron’s fault he was used to privilege, that wasn’t a bad thing. People were born into what they were born into, and there was nothing you could do to assure yourself a place in high society right out of the womb. “It doesn’t make you sound like a prick. I know you’re not one.” He reminded the other male, taking another piece of sushi between his chopsticks prior to bringing it to his mouth. He then wrapped his soft, pink lips around the bite, and chewed for a bit. “I think...we all have ups and downs on either side of the fence. I’d like to say I wish I was born into money like you were, but maybe I wouldn’t be where I am now. My life is far from perfect, but I’m happy. I think.” He chuckled.

AARON

Aaron watched Roman as he brought his food to his red lips, a soft smiled coming over his face. How was he just sobbing to him minutes ago and now Roman made him feel so normal and contact. He had a hold over the brunette that made him feel so happy and safe. Aaron worked on eating his sushi, sipping his whiskey between every few bites. Aaron gave Roman a crooked smile when he told Aaron he was happy. Today, Aaron wasn't happy but someone Roman helped him smile and forget about a lot of the hardship he had been experiencing today. He wanted to kiss him, and feel his curls through his fingers. With the liquor in him, he wasn't afraid to ask him. "Do you wanna head to bed?" he asked, raising his brow. "We can bring the whiskey." Aaron wasn't even sure if he wanted to fuck Roman, but he did want to be in his arms and kiss his lips - that he knew for sure.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman smirked when Aaron turned the conversation to bed, something that he had to admit didn’t sound so bad right now. He’d come over here with the intention of hashing this out some more, to figure out a solution for Landon’s sake. And yet, here he was standing, looking into the intense blue of Aaron’s eyes, and wondering when he’d managed to be this fucked. “I think I would very much like to do that, yes.” He nodded, suddenly feeling the beginnings of a good buzz. It had hit him out of nowhere, and of course Ro was a horny drunk. “Lead the way then, daddy? I need you to baby me a little more...”

AARON 

Aaron beamed over at Roman when he got playful. Normally Aaron would get playful back but he feared he would start getting emotional again at any point. His life seemed to be shattered like the glass on his kitchen floor, and he knew he was unstable. “Actually, what if we keep things PG? I mean, I know I’ll slip up and kiss you but I really just want to lay and hang?” He proposed. It was a statement, but the way he inflected his words at the end of his sentence made it seem like it was a question. Aaron didn’t really know if their relationship included snuggling on his bed but that was really what he wanted at the time. Aaron didn’t want to use Roman as a distraction from today because he valued romans friendship too much to use him like that.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman was actually surprised when Aaron asked to keep it PG, and it showed in his furrowed brows. “Yeah?” He asked, as if he was trying to see if the other male was joking or not. He didn’t hate the idea though, how could he? The idea of cuddling in bed with the man didn’t sound so bad actually. “Whatever you want, I’m yours!” Well maybe not fully his, but for now he was anyway. Ro smirked as he finished off his drink, and then flashed Aaron a wink.

AARON

“We don’t have to.” He told him, seeing a hint of confusing in the other man’s face. “I’m just wiped.” He said. Knowing Aaron, Roman would probably be in his pants minutes after said cuddling began but he just needed for someone to stroke his hair right now. Aaron grabbed the bottle and lead Roman up to his room. Undressed down to his boxers and slid into his silk sheets, motioning for Roman to join him after setting the whiskey down in the nightstand.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman wasn’t really sure how they were going to only cuddle in bed, in their underwear, but he was willing to give it a whirl. He dressed down to his boxers briefs to match Aaron before he was crawling into the mattress, smirking as he settled next to the other male, and nuzzled against his neck like a needy puppy. Actually, Roman kind of was a needy puppy. Oh well.

AARON 

Aaron smiled as Roman crawled into bed next to him. When he felt his curls on his skin, he couldn't help but get a little excited. How long was this cuddling thing supposed to last anyway? Okay, maybe Aaron did just want to jump his bones. You'd like at 26 - with all of his hookups - Aaron would be a professional snuggler. "Thank you again, Roman." he ran his fingers through Roman's long curls. "I can't be alone today. he sighed. Clearly he couldn't be alone with his emotions without making a mess of his house. "I'm so so sorry about the glass. Did daddy clean it up good for you?" he said, playfully slowly starting to get into the mood to have sex. He knew the PG wouldn't last long.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman didn’t need to be thanked. He wanted to be here, otherwise he never would have offered. However, he understood how Aaron felt, needing someone to be around to avoid getting lost in themselves. Ro was practically purring in reaction to the fingers taking through his hair, feeling his breathing picking up now just em that action. He was pulled from the mindset when the other male chose to take this in a different direction, apologizing for the glass, and asking if daddy did a good job cleaning it up. “You always take such good care of me, daddy.” Roman cooed, choosing to turn his head back into Aaron’s neck, so that he could place soft, gentle kisses to his pulse point.

AARON 

Hearing Roman call him his favorite nickname really got his heart race rising. Aaron titled his head away from Roman, to give him more access to place kisses on the heck. The brunette let out a deep breathe. “Yeah so remember that PG thing? I changed my mind.” He admitted, caving sooner than he thought he would. “You wanna fuck?” Aaron asked bluntly, raising a brown. His eyes were still a little swollen, but Aaron didn’t feel like he was going to get upset again. Right now, he was just focusing on this moment with Roman. “if you seeing me cry didn’t turn you off?” He said playfully.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman actually snorted when Aaron went back on his desire for this to be PG. he’d figured that would happen, but not so quickly after laying down. Adorable. Ro decided to move the covers so that he could roll himself on top of the other, straddling him as he sat up to look down at Aaron with a curtain of curls framing his face. “Maybe crying turns me on. Who knows?” Ro teased, his hands now pressed against the other’s chest. “You sure you wanna switch this all the way up to R? NC-17? Maybe we can start at PG13 and see how you feel?” He smirked, and took. His bottom lip between his teeth.

AARON 

Aaron laughed along with Roman. He admitted to himself that it was funny how he couldn't keep his head out of the gutter for too long. The brunette smiled as his blue eyes met Roman's green eyes when he straddled him. Aaron continued cackling, having a hard time stopping because of the taller man's jokes. When he finally was able to stop himself from laughing, he brought his hands up to the curly haired man's cheeks. "Shut up..." he said, letting out one last deep chuckle brought bringing Roman's lips down to meet his.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Ro admittedly loved making people laugh, but maybe Aaron a little more. He had such an infectious sound, a chuckle that could make Roman laugh himself forever. Ro had no problem shutting up though when he was pulled in for a kiss, smirking against the other’s lips as he chose to grind down on Aaron as their tongues massaged together. He would have been okay with just cuddling, and spending time together, but he had to admit that this was much nicer.

AARON 

Aaron moaned onto his lips when he felt Roman grind down on him. The brunette nibbled on Roman's lip playfully as they made out. He brought his arms from his cheeks to his curly locks, running his fingers through his favorite part of Roman's body. Aaron's problems seemed to kind of disappear when he started to focus on the way Roman's lips felt against his and his fingers through his hair. He worried didn't go away, they just seemed to fade. His heart rate started picking up, blood beginning to rush to his length. "Fuck, I want you so bad." he mumbled between kisses.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧

Roman was actually playing a game with himself to see how fast Aaron would break the kiss to ask for more. That’s why he was smiling so wide when their kiss was finally ceased, followed by the older expressing how bad he wanted Roman. That was always such a good feeling, being wanted in that way. “How do you want me, daddy?” He asked in a low moan while continuing to roll his hips.May 22, 2020

AARON

Ugh. That word. Coming from Roman. The feeling of Roman hips moving into Aaron’s was enough to drive him crazy; but it was such a tease. He so badly wanted the man’s mouth around him. “Fuck, so so so much.” The brunette begged. Aaron brought his lips to Roman’s again, playfully nibbling on his lower lip and running his hands through his brown curls, fisting his hair and giving his locks a gentle tug.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Roman allowed Aaron to kiss him again, relishing in it for a moment while they only became more, and more horny. He’d always loved kissing - how could you not? And Aaron was a really good kisser. “I’m glad to hear that...” Ro started after finally pulling back again, his voice low and raspy. “But - I asked you how do you want me, not how much.” He chuckled, because he couldn’t refrain from teasing the other male. Ro placed a few more kisses to Aaron’s lips while smiling, and then bit his own lower lip. “On top, bottom, reverse?” He asked his lover curiously.

AARON

Aaron chuckled lowly on Ro’s lips. He was so caught up in kissing Roman he didn’t even hear him right. He still couldn’t quite place what made Roman so enticing to him. Was it his adorable dimples, his long hair curly hair, or just how Roman was so unapologetically himself? “Bottom?” Aaron proposed. “I fucking love topping you.” He whispered lowly, touching his noses to the taller man’s. The brunette reached up to tuck Roman’s hair behind his ear before smiling up at his softly.

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

Did Roman know that this was going to be the last time sleeping with Aaron alone together? No. How could he? At this moment, he was just enjoying being with someone he truly cared about, a good friend, a man he had no idea he'd get so close to after having coffee dumped all over his favorite pair of lounge shoes. They'd come so far, and it felt like they had so far to go as Roman leaned in to kiss Aaron deeply, tongues battling for dominance as their "pg" session dramatically turned into literal porn. If Ro would have know he'd be having a conversation with Khai in a few days about moving into a closed relationship, maybe he would have savored this more, every touch, and kiss, as dramatic as that sounded. There were so many things left unsaid, or glossed over for the purpose of protecting themselves. But, they would never know. Maybe in another life.

AARON

Aaron never meant to stumble upon Roman. If it weren’t for him spilling coffee on the other’s shoes, they may had never met. What was it about the green eyed man that made Aaron step outside of his comfort zone and betray his best friend? He wouldn’t do that for any other woman he had ever slept with. So why was Roman so different? Aaron felt he had so much to say to Roman. Thanks for being trustworthy and safe enough to make me trust you to have sex with a man for the first time. Thanks for being so unapologetically you: the you that makes you so perfect. It wasn’t their time, and Aaron knew that they weren’t meant to be in this world with these circumstances. The brunette had a sinking feeling in his stomach as he ran his hands through Roman’s thick curls for what he didn’t know to be the last time. Maybe if they met at a different time and in a different place, their story would end differently than it was about to tonight.

[red-sterling]

thanks for answering!! i hope you don't mind if i send more charas...how about green and/or lillie?

fhgjkfdg aw yea thank u!! hopefully this doesn’t publish before i’m done typing lol

also this definitely needs a readmore bc i got emotional abt Green oops

Green

favorite thing about them

first of all: the fact that Green canonically has a rivals to best friends arc with Red fills me with so much joy and YES they are on their alolan honeymoon you cannot convince me otherwise

okay like. gen 1 Green just perfectly encompasses what it’s like to be a ten year old in a way? like ofc he’s written like a kid bc he is a kid, but i feel like the writing on him just feels so genuine as compared to some of the other 10 yr old rivals you get in other regions. even though he’s kinda a brat at the start, he kinda eases up a bit as you go along your journey and starts giving you progressively nicer/more praise-y end lines when you beat him (going from “i picked the wrong pokémon!” to “so, you are ready for boss rocket!”) but still retains this childlike rivalry and competitiveness and i love that about him

and like. fucking beating him at the Indigo League still completely breaks my heart because even after he did become the champion at age 10 the first thing that happens is you beat him and Prof Oak just yells at him for being bad at things and like. ow. 

this is why i headcanon that Red actually took awhile longer to get to Green like please. please give my boy a chance to be happy and proud

also Red was caught up with Team Rocket anyway so i imagine he must’ve fallen a little behind at some point? anyway

the development on him across regions is so choice!!! he’s so much more mellow and even kinda melancholic when you find him in gsc/hgss, like he’s calmed down over a few years and he obviously misses Red so much but like, it’s clear that Red is kinda the reason Green does settle down and he seems to have worked on his character and become a nicer person - and he still has that sassy flair to him! he’s just got that gradual slope from asshole rival to kinda aloof gym leader to friendly/sassy battle legend and aaaaa i love my boy so MUCH

also huge point: he’s so fucking driven??? he’s got the most drive and the most passion for battles/pokémon in general out of all the rivals i feel. he’s only closely matched by Silver, but Silver seems to be more aggressive than passionate, and somewhat out of necessity too (like, Giovanni abandoned him what was he to do), whereas Green just really like. he genuinely just cares so much about battles and about pokémon in general! he literally calls you in hgss and just rants about how many different kinds of pokémon there are in the world!!!

also in Alola he’s like???? just so sweet?????? he congratulates you and is like hey you’re really strong lets battle like!!!!!!!!! supportive boy!!!!! he has come so far over so many generations and i cry

also on Four Island when you play frlg he legitimately says “Be smelling ya!” when he leaves and how do you not love this idiot

least favorite thing about them

i mean. while i get that you beat Green right after he becomes the champion in the kanto games i feel like there should’ve been more pomp and circumstance for him and i’ll never forgive gamefreak for giving this boy his dream, then making you rip it away from him, and then watching his own gramps yell at him for fucking up like. again it’s that drive, i get why Red keeps such good pace w Green but i just feel like he worked so hard and he deserved so much better than that

also while i’m very biased towards him bc Big Emotions, i feel like if i knew this boy irl who was constantly i’m so great and you’re a loser i would probably punch him eventually lmao. in theory it’s kinda endearing but as a real person that’d be grating 

favorite line

on one hand, “smell ya later” is so fucking iconic, but on the other - 

“I’m Blue. Man, this guy called Red brought me down in a heartbeat. I haven’t seen him in a long time…I wonder where he is and what he’s up to… Come to think of it, you look a little bit like Red. Yeah, you do. Just…Just a little bit. Whatever…”

my namelessshipping heart

ALSO NOT CANON BUT GREEN RANTING TO YOU ABOUT RED AND GETTING SO DISTRACTED THAT HE FORGETS TO GIVE YOU THE POKÉDEX????? BIG GAY

brOTP

for long elaborate headcanon reasons, i see him as being a good brotp with Kris - i headcanon her as also being really driven the way Green is, but more quiet about it, she’s kinda a good balance to him and they probably do pokemon research together. i also feel like she kept him sane while Red was still missing/before they found him on a fuckin mountain

OTP

do i really need to tell you that i’m 100% namelessshipping

like they perfectly balance each other. Green has all this energy and all this spunk and Red is just like… so opposite of him y'know? he’s quiet and he’s more measured in his behavior i feel, he doesn’t really rush into things as much, and yet they both really just took Kanto by storm when they were kids, and i like how they have this foil dynamic and are both still so successful? they’re so different and they complement each other in that way, and they both find success in their own ways

like one of the reasons i hate that Green’s championship gets undersold so much is that he did beat you to the punch, and he has been one step ahead of you, and there’s so much passion there and it’s so loud - and yet you as Red are just as driven, you take down Team Rocket, you’re always right on his tail, so close but not quite there, you’re the only one who can keep up with him and you’re the only one he cares enough about to slow down for

so like. idk with even all my headcanons about namelessshipping aside (and i can infodump those another day lol), i feel like the in-game representation of them just works. they just work so well together, they balance each other without ever holding each other back, and there’s something really beautiful about that in a relationship y'know

…..i feel bad abt not putting as much infodump about isshushipping now but oh well

nOTP

i don’t really have a notp with him? i kinda like. i basically just do namelessshipping, but i don’t get a visceral eugh when i see other ships with him, just kinda a well it’s not nameless so i’ll be on my way. idek what other ships w him are popular?? i’ve been in nameless hell since 2012 so 

random headcanon

while Red is still living on Mount Silver, Green is not coping well with having him so far away, and so Green massively overworks himself to the point that he keeps just not being in his gym sometimes bc he’s bouncing between the gym, training multiple teams, pokémon research, and ofc going to visit Red whenever he can. this leads him to be kinda temperamental after he’s been working on 2 hours of sleep a day for like a week until he just has an emotional meltdown and crashes, and then he gets right back into it because he has no self preservation

…….. nicer headcanon; Red can only cook two (2) foods, so Green cooks all the food for them when they move in together. he has attempted to teach Red how to cook, but Red pretends not to understand so Green will keep making him food. Green knows Red is faking it and doesn’t call him out bc he thinks it’s cute

unpopular opinion

look i’ve played through classic red version a few times and when i say he wasn’t that much of a jerk, i do genuinely mean he was not that much of a jerk. he’s like ten. ten year olds are just Like That. i guess this isn’t too unpopular anymore but it was Back In The Day and in some parts of the fandom he’s still seen as a jerk and like Bro He Is Ten In RGB/FRLG cut him some slack

also genuinely unpopular - Green is taller than Red. i know namelessshipping has fallen into the bara Red and twink Green trope but i refuse to let go of tall Green/short Red fuckin fight me why dont you

song i associate with them

a lot of the Pray For The Wicked album by Panic! at the Disco gives me Green vibes, more for the sound than for lyrics necessarily, but for some reason Roaring 20s just like. has the sound of Green to me. it’s somewhere between flamboyant pride and underlying insecurity that i think really encapsulates Green (or at least his subtext)

favorite picture of them

i genuinely love his let’s go concept art he’s such a sweet good boy?? 

and for the life of me i cannot find the op source on this but this is my fave pic of Green/namelessshipping in general that i’ve had saved since like 2012 maybe???

yeah if anyone can help me source that i’d appreciate it bc reverse image search only brings me to pinterest and random wattpad links :/

update: source seems to be the artist くる (pixiv id=982894) on pixiv, even though the original post got taken down (ty anon!)

Lillie

favorite thing about them

by now i guess you know im a sucker for character development, but i think they did a really good job with her!! i feel like her turn is a bit more in moments than it is with Green, who gradually evolves (lol) over the course of Kanto/all the gens overall. you see more discrete moments where Lillie starts to shift and gain confidence in herself and i am so proud of her ???? like the way she gets excited when she sees Olivia doin’ her z-move stuff, she starts buying her own clothes and getting ahead of you, etc etc

and like, she still has moments where she’s scared, there’s still some fundamental Lillie in there yknow? you don’t lose any of that softness that characterizes Lillie, she just like… she gets better, she develops without losing her Lillie vibe and i love that abt her. she overcomes a lot of the shit she had to deal with when she was stuck with Lusamine, she stands up to Lusamine eventually, and ghfdkjsg gah she’s a sweet gorl i love and appreciate her

also like. the writing on her backstory is so subtle in-universe. like yeah she literally looks like Lusamine’s daughter and you see her in the opening cutscene leaving Aether, but as the protagonist - like as Selene lets say, there’s little hints about where Lillie came from, and if you suspend your disbelief and put yourself in the pc’s shoes, there’s subtly to her character arc that i like 

also like. when she changes her outfit and starts being more protagonist-y, like more confident and kinda bubbly instead of shy??? love that shit it’s so cute can i have custody of this child pls

least favorite thing about them

i like. sometimes feel like she’s too soft of a character for me to really get into? like i love her and Hau, they’re sweet good friends, but i tend to personally gravitate towards characters that create a little more tension (ie Green and N)

(though on that note, Hau can be kinda savage. he just calls Faba out and sarcastically calls Gladion “a ray of sunshine” at some point i think?? Lillie is just very tender and i will support her forever, but i think that also makes her almost too soft to keep me fixated on her yknow. it’s not even a flaw in her character but just not something i fawn over as much)

favorite line

“I’m so glad I got to meet everyone. I’m so glad I got to meet you.”

like that ending kills me but that line almost feels like. I Feel That So Much like i feel so happy to have met all these new characters and to have played these games, and i feel like some of the player’s energy and enjoyment of the game is channeled into this last line of hers 

also GET IN THE BAG

brOTP

probably her and Hau?? idk, i don’t have a specific brotp for her but i like her just hangin around w the other Alola kids, so like her, Hau, Gladion, and the protag kids. they’d raise hell together and Lillie continues to be the only one with some impulse control

(Gladion also has some impulse control but keeps getting annoyed by Hau and so he gets dragged into their nonsense anyway)

OTP

Selene and Lillie is. Good. idk what the ship name is but it’s canon

nOTP

i dont even know if people ship her with Gladion but incest is a big no-no in my house

random headcanon

when she goes to Kanto, i bet she’d pick Bulbasaur as a starter if she was given the opportunity - and if not, she’d probably catch a wild Vulpix 

unpopular opinion

idk if have any unpopular opinions for her?? 

song i associate with them

i have no reason to associate this with her but the Rainy Day theme from acgc just. has a vibe about it. i think a lot of ac music feels like it suits her

favorite picture of them

i found this art of her through a lofi remix of her theme awhile back and it’s so pleasing to look at? her hair is nice and the colors are so warm n happy gjhkfdgf

if you read this far, congratulations!!! and i’m sorry

[top-surgery-diary]

Around 3 1/2 months post op

Hey, thought i should do a lil update since its been awhile.

Lifes so great now. Its crazy, i honestly dont know how i survived so long before getting this surgery.

I feel like ive always had this chest. It makes it hard to remind myself to be grateful for it cause im like, you mean to tell me i had WHAT before????

So yeah, im very very happy with it.

I still have a little swelling but thats normal. I have it in the center of my chest (not the dead center, just at each center end of each incision)

But the rest of my chest is completely flat. Absolutely zero dog ears, and in fact i havent even had any swelling on the outer ends of my incisions so thats awesome.

My right scar is pretty thin but the one on the left stretched a little, and stretched a whole lot in one spot, i think there was a stitch there that took too long to disolve.

I have a tiny bit of feeling in both of my nipples now. Which is honestly surprising but cool. Since im only 3 months post op im hopeful ill keep getting more but if i dont thats cool too.

Speaking of my nipples, they actually look like nipples now. My left one looked normal pretty right away (right away as in when i got the banages off permanently, not right away as in right after surgery), But the right one. Oh man was i wprried about the right now.

The scar circling the right nipple was super super raised on the top of the nipple, and make the whole thing look weird because of it. And the nipple was not projecting yet so it just, did not look nipple like.

But that raised scar has finally gone down enough, and the nipple projects now, so it finally looks like a nipple. Yay.

Also on sensation; I dont know if i ever made a post about this, but right after i the bandages off, having a shirt on kind of hurt because of how sensitive the not numb parts of my chest were. Like it felt like my chest was severely sunburnt basically. Well im happy to report that that was not permanent and went away relatively quickly.

And i have one more catagory that i feel is important to share. I didnt share this on earlier updates despite noticing it because it was the least of my concerns at the time while i was in that state of trying to recover. I think im gonna make a seperate post on that bc this is long. Thanks for reading! I might update again if i notice anything new but idk. Ill def let you know if the swelling goes down tho! :)

[izzy-b-hands]

Cold As Ice

I was messing about a few days ago with some prompt lists and managed to get a few done, this being one of them! The prompt was: trying to walk on ice.

I didn’t necessarily intend for it to go a bit sad, but with Elliot lately somehow that’s just the turn my fic has taken :( But I’m going to write some happy times for him soon. 

In the meantime, I have this! Set...idk. Not really in any particular season, more like a snapshot AU sort of thing I guess because idk where you’d shove it within canon lol.

“Are you trying to get caught?” 

“Yes, of course I am, as much as possible,” Elliot spat back as he fumbled and slipped on the icy sidewalk. The upside to the evening? He’d gotten (rather, stolen) the drive he needed. The downside? The supposedly nonexistent security team at the building were in fact, existing, and were bearing down him as an ice storm pelted the city. 

“It’s just ice, c’mon,” Mr. Robot scoffed. 

“You think I’m doing this for fun?” Elliot replied, exasperated as he slipped yet again and landed square on his back. “Falling down every five minutes, nowhere to hide...be lucky if I don’t get hurt.” 

“I’m just saying that if you’re careful-” 

“I hear you, ‘just saying.’ Not saying anything useful right now,” Elliot grumbled as he skid down an alley.

“Someone’s in a mood,” Mr. Robot sighed. “Here’s something useful: that fire escape. No idea if someone’s already there, with that tarp over it, but if you move fast-” 

He moved as fast as he could towards it, ignoring Mr. Robot’s scoffing and whining as he struggled to climb up the icy metal ladder. Luckily, there was no one else there, and while he had no clue why they’d want to try and cover the bit of the fire escape landing near their window, he was grateful that the apartment owner had. 

There was only one guard who had kept up the chase, slipping and falling onto the ice as he tried to stop and go into the alley. He seemed utterly fed up, muttering and grumbling as he worked to stay upright on the slick ground. “Forget this. They don’t pay me enough to be out here in this dreck.” 

“You got lucky. If that asshole wasn’t so lazy...we should have planned. Should have expected something to happen” Mr. Robot shook his head as they huddled under the tarp. The rain/sleet had increased, the sound of the falling ice pelting the thick material. 

“Y’know, if you wanna keep making smart comments, why don’t you make one about how we’re gonna get home with this storm,” Elliot sighed. 

“We...I...Elliot, I don’t control the weather!” 

Mr. Robot sounded just as frustrated as he was, and though he knew it shouldn’t make him happy, it did. If they had to be stuck there, miserable, then they’d be miserable together. 

“Window’s open,” Mr. Robot motioned towards it, open just big enough that someone could slide in or out of it if they held their breath. “Must be stuck or something. Explains this little set up.” 

“...Are you suggesting I crawl in there?” 

“Can’t make it home right now, unless you intend on sliding there. Kind of cold out here, and might not be much warmer in there, but anything is better than sitting here.” 

Elliot smirked. “And what should I say when I get in? ‘Sorry, can’t make it home in this weather, you understand why I’m casually breaking in via your fire escape.’ That’ll go over well.” 

“I could do the talking,” Mr. Robot said. “C’mon. You really wanna stay out here, freezing?” 

Elliot shook his head. He didn’t want to stay out, but he didn’t relish the idea of the police being called because he was literally crawling into someone’s home. But his hands were sticking to the icy bits of the metal on the escape, and maybe there wouldn’t be anyone home...

The living room he tumbled into was dark, and seemed empty, as did the rest of the apartment. In fact, it seemed no one had been there for some time. 

“Eugh,” Mr. Robot frowned, and pointed to the darkest corner of the living room. “Well, we don’t have to worry about disturbing anyone.” 

In that corner, in an armchair, were the remnants of what must have been the apartment’s owner. 

His stomach flipped at the sight, but he fought to ignore it. “We have to go, this should be reported-” 

“And how are you gonna say you found this guy, exactly? Just admit to breaking in briefly?” Mr. Robot asked. 

“That was your idea! There’s anonymous tip lines anyway, and-” 

“Yeah, because that’s always truly anonymous and safe,” Mr. Robot interrupted. 

“I’ll find some way to let them know. I can’t not report this,” Elliot replied, his voice low and harsh. “This could be me someday, no one knowing I’m dead, rotting in my apartment for weeks on end like this poor fucker! If it was me, I’d want it reported.” 

“Darlene would come looking for you. You know that.” 

“Shut up.” 

“What? You really think she wouldn’t? You know she would, she’d be looking for you after a day or two at the most. Don’t be so dramatic,” Mr. Robot rolled his eyes. 

“Just be quiet,” Elliot sighed as he slumped against the wall near the open window, the wind and ice howling. “We’re gonna get home as soon as this shit quits, finish what needs finishing, and report this, and then you won’t have any goddamn reason to complain for awhile.” 

It was such an easy thing to envision. His apartment this dark and filthy, his body rotting on his couch, unable to hear the sound of Darlene’s fists thudding against his front door, her voice muffled as she begged him to open up. 

He let the tears fall while Mr. Robot stood, waiting him and the storm out. 

Finally, a few hours later, the rain had ceased, and he was able to slowly creep home, slipping and sliding more than he wanted, earning bruises when he fell that would take weeks to fade. 

The feelings the night had dredged up started to fade too, until the news report a week later. 

The police had finally investigated his tip, and now it had made the local news, stirring up and worrying the other elderly who’d lived in the building with the man. Interviews with them talking about the state of elder care in the city, and how easy it would be for the same to happen to any one of them. 

The interview with the man’s sister was the hardest to watch. Her brother, 64, had early onset dementia and Parkinson’s, but had insisted on staying in his apartment and living on his own when he saw the cost of moving to a care home. His sister talked about how she’d always tried to visit once a week, but had been ill herself for nearly a month and so hadn’t made it out to him. She wept on camera, how she felt like a bad sister, how she should have left the hospital herself to come and check on him, and maybe he’d still be alive. 

Elliot turned it all off at that, and called Darlene. She was probably just fine, but...

He saw what taking that risk looked like now. He didn’t like it. 

And it would just be good to hear her voice again.

[obsidianshadow]

I should really start posting this stuff to ao3 but I’m shy so my Elder Scrolls one-shots will go here rip...idk it’s m/m and about my Dragonborn and his crush on that Bosmer archer in Riverwood lmao...

   “Good work today, men, I appreciate your help. You’re free to go,” the Nord lumberjack, Hod, said. He shut down the mill for the day, checking the machines to make sure that they were still in working order. It was past noon, but the sun still shone bright in the sky, a welcome sight after the long winter.

   “See you tomorrow, Hod,” the Bosmer standing next to me said cheerfully. I said nothing, but nodded at Hod. My companion and I left the mill, heading towards the inn for a much-needed drink.

   “You’re learning fast, Kelus. If you continue like this, Hod might want to keep you around.”

   “Faendal, that’s ridiculous. You know that I have to leave for High Hrothgar eventually.”

I opened the door to the inn for Faendal, and he slipped by me, continuing to talk. 

   “What, is Riverwood not good enough for you? Just because you get a summons from some old guys who live on a mountain doesn’t mean you have to answer it right away,” Faendal gesticulated. 

   I rolled my eyes, walking up to the inn’s counter, where Orgnar kept his usual watch over the inn. 

   “A mead, please.”

   Faendal paused his line of thought briefly and ordered an ale. We paid Orgnar and found a table to set our drinks.

   “I do have to see what those ‘old guys,’ as you call them, are up to. They shouted loud enough for all of Tamriel to hear, so it must be important.”

   The Bosmer, Faendal, scoffed, drinking from his tankard. He was a restless little mer, never settling down. Talk of High Hrothgar made him very anxious; the mountain filled him with dread, as he once confided to me. 

   “I-I’ve heard things. Terrible things about that mountain. There’s frost trolls, some of them as big as bears. I’ve killed a bear before, but you’ve never seen a grizzly in the wild,” Faendal said, his dark eyes looking at me worriedly.

   I placed my hand on his shoulder, and Faendal tensed. 

   “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’ve survived an execution and a dragon attack. It would take something much scarier than a frost troll to take me down.”

   “Kelus, you can’t go up there alone.”

   I hummed, drinking my mead and thinking. “Do you have any suggestions as to who I should take with me?”

   “I-” Faendal went quiet, which meant that something was wrong; the mer never stopped talking.

   I contemplated the Faendal. His knuckles were as white as his hair from gripping his tankard. He kept his hair tied in a neat ponytail to keep it out of the way while hunting or working at the mill. 

   Faendal’s brow furrowed when I asked the question. He always had a look in his eyes, as if something was constantly on his mind.

    Faendal downed the rest of his drink, then stood up from the table. “Alright, I’ll be heading over to Camilla’s, if you need me.”

   I didn’t stop him from leaving. I knew from experience that he often needed to walk away and think things through before speaking his mind.

   I stared at my own empty tankard, placing it on the table before walking out of the inn. I went down the porch stairs and turned left onto the dirt road that went through the village. 

   It was finally warm enough that I could cross the stream safely without slipping on the icy rocks. Falling into the cold water in the middle of winter was a guaranteed way to lose a few extremities. 

   I ended up on the other side of the river and sat by a rotting tree stump. Faendal and I usually rested here on our breaks, or whenever we had time to relax. Not that we spent much time laying about. I sighed, falling on my back, into the grass.

   My journey so far hadn’t been an easy one, so I was grateful for the time that I did have to relax. I looked up; the sky was so blue, you could almost see forever. The expanse reminded me that I was insignificant, although recently people have been telling me otherwise.

   I’m the Dragonborn. I don’t even know what that means. Nowadays, I know very little about anything. 

   I have many questions, and answers for none of them. Realistically, I would have headed to High Hrothgar several months ago, but a certain archery instructor keeps convincing me to stay. And honestly? I fear that I don’t have the courage to go.

   When I arrived in Riverwood, the townsfolk mentioned in passing that Faendal would make an excellent traveling companion. However, I’ve hinted to him that he’s free to come along, but he appears just as reluctant as I to set out.

   I understand his reluctance; the poor mer is hopelessly infatuated with a lovely Imperial woman, Camilla. He and Sven, the town’s bard, have been fighting over her for ages. My recent appearance didn’t help matters, either.

   Sven tried to pick a fight with me after he saw me talking with Camilla at the Riverwood Trader. 

   She was the second friendly face I had encountered after Ralof, and I'll admit that her attention made me feel...fluttery. On second thought, I'm glad that I didn't get involved in Sven and Faendal's squabble. 

   Camilla's very pretty, but I had a suspicion that she was enjoying leading these two around in circles. I would only add to the confusion if I decided to pursue her. 

   I digress; she was the one who ultimately pointed me to Faendal. 

   Faendal. I would be lying if I didn't say that he puzzled me. He was kind and generous without ulterior motive; both rare qualities in these harsh lands.

   The afternoon I met him, he bought us both a meal at the inn. He agreed to teach me what he knew about archery, all without accepting payment. Hell, I was going to book another nights’ stay at the Sleeping Giant, but then he offered to have me stay the night at his house.

   I swallowed a lump in my throat. I couldn’t ignore the glances and whispers of the other occupants at the inn. 

   They saw Faendal diverting his focus from Camilla for a brief moment, and wondered why I grabbed his attention. 

   At least, until they learned that I was the Dragonborn.

   Ever since arriving here, there have been non-stop questions, which was to be expected. The villagers quieted down after a few days, to my relief. Whiterun’s occupants wouldn’t leave me alone.

   People would occasionally sidle up to me in taverns and ask polite questions about my adventures. It always seemed to take a turn, however, when an “accidental” brush of the hand became more persistent, ending up on my knee or thigh. I wasn’t sure what to think of womens’ (and some mens’) newfound interest in me.

   From what little I can currently recall of my past, I’ve never felt uncomfortable with men flirting with me. It didn’t happen often, because from what I can remember, I was a skinny youth, all angles and large ears.

    I grew into them, but during that time I wasn’t exactly appealing to anyone. I kept to myself for the most part.

   My thoughts led back to Faendal again. I stayed the night at his house and mentioned that I wouldn’t mind sleeping on the floor.

    He grew flustered when I suggested that, and he invited me to join him in his bed. 

   I was suspicious that he harbored some ulterior motive, because nobody was that friendly to someone he just met. Or...that open. He told me his life story, I think to make up for asking mine earlier that afternoon. 

   The night passed and he hadn’t tried to touch me, with the exception of a comforting caress on my arm. Why did he care so much? I was just a stranger, passing through.

   We fell asleep, and I awoke the next morning with Faendal closer to me than he was the night before. He didn’t touch me, but I backed away before he could. 

   He reached out his arms, hands pawing the bed, as if seeking me out. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched his slumbering form. His ears flickered and he murmured restlessly.

   It took months for me to realize that if Faendal had taken me to bed with him, I wouldn’t have been opposed. 

   Maybe past me would have harbored some sentiment, some romantic ideals about how one should only be intimate with someone you love, but I don’t know that mer anymore.

   Faendal was already spoken for, anyway.

   He still went to visit Camilla after his shift at the mill ended, which didn’t bother me because I had time to myself for awhile. But lately, his visits to Camilla were becoming less frequent. He only visited her when something of importance was on his mind, like now.

   Otherwise, he spent most of his time with me. Faendal...having his attention was a precious commodity. He got along with almost everyone in the village and had many acquaintances.

    As for me, I was more reserved and Faendal immediately picked up on that. 

   He made sure that I was included in gatherings and invited me to join him on hunts. He never left me alone for more than a few hours, because once you’ve done all of your work for the day, there’s not much to do. I’ve read all of the books on his shelf at least twice now. 

   I ran a hand over my face. I could wax poetic about all of the nice things he’s done for me, and still not answer the questions I’ve turned over repeatedly in my mind. Was he doing these things because he saw me as more than a friend? 

   How would I respond if that was, indeed, the case? 

   Faendal didn’t seem to mind that I shared a bed with him. Or, er, Camilla. He always managed to subtly alert me that he would be spending some time with her, so I never walked in on them. Knowing Camilla, she’d probably ask me to join in.

   My face heated up. Not that I would know what I was doing. One could say that I was uninterested in seeking out a partner as a younger mer. Loving contact with another being was rare for me, if it ever happened at all. 

   I wrinkled my nose. It’s very unlikely that I’d ever have the chance to fall in love, and I had made peace with that.

   Still, every time Faendal patted my shoulder, I couldn’t help but shiver. As of late, when he was telling one of his ridiculous stories, I didn't hear the words he was saying. 

   All I saw was the flash of his teeth, the curve of his neck as he threw his head back to laugh at a comment I had made. Lately I've taken notice of his full lips and expressive eyes, some of his most defining features, after that distinctive ponytail.

   If I had told someone these thoughts out loud, they would say that I was the interested party, not Faendal, but from watching him with Camilla, I wasn't sure. Whenever he was around Camilla, he talked more than usual. It's almost as if he had to compensate for any awkward silences.

   The only other person I've seen him acting like that with is...me. 

   Wishful thinking wasn't going to get me anywhere. I didn't even know what I wanted. I just don’t know myself anymore.

   I must have dozed off, because I opened my eyes and saw a Bosmer with soft, dark eyes crouched over me.

   I gasped, rolling away and immediately getting to my feet. I didn’t recognize Faendal at first, and only saw him as the enemy.

   I was unsure as to why I had such a violent reaction, but something told me that at one point, it was unsafe for me to be on my back. I could vaguely remember split knuckles and a broken nose, which explained its crookedness.

   “Kelus? Everything alright, my friend?” Faendal asked, worried.

  “Y-yeah. I didn’t expect you there.” I rubbed my neck. “I don’t even remember dozing off,” I said, grinning.

   Another thing: being around Faendal meant that I smiled a lot more easily and often. He was quick with a joke, and he helped me lighten up when thinking about Dragonborn business sent me into a gloomy spiral.

   Faendal, my first friend, my armor against a world that wants to see me fail. My protector, and I’m ever grateful for his generosity. 

   Realizing that he was still there, I spoke, “Camilla treating you well?” I sat down in the grass again.

   Faendal joined me, crossing his legs. He eyed me, and his brow raised devilishly. “More than you could ever know.”

   As he said that, my heart sank, which surprised me. I should be happy for him, that his lady love returned his feelings. Camilla’s a kind enough lady, although I think that she’s a little much for Faendal to handle. That might be why he liked her.

   A question formed at the back of my mind: would he consider me too much to handle?

   “Glad to hear it. Is Sven still on your tail?”

   “He won’t be for long, if Camilla has any say. Actually, it’s her decision, ultimately. She’d just better pick me,” he said, giving me a winning smile.

   I laughed. “And if she doesn’t? There are other women, you know,” I said, mentally adding, “and men.” 

   “Nah. We’re going to get married and have many children together.”

   “Faendal, what if she doesn’t want children? You can’t exactly fit more than two people in your house, anyway,” I said.

   Faendal’s ears burned. “We can move,” he said indignantly. His sulky expression was rather endearing, in a way.

   “If you wish, I’m not stopping you,” I said. 

   Faendal eyed me curiously, and scooted closer. “Say, Dragonborn, you’ve never mentioned leaving someone special behind when you came to Skyrim. Would you say you’re...unattached?”

   My heart leapt. “That’s correct. At least, I believe so. I don’t remember much about my youth. It was very, er, forgettable. I kept mostly to myself, honestly.”

   I neglected to mention that according to the guards, before they arrested me at the border, I had taken a nasty magical attack to the head. The group I was traveling with fought against the guards, resisting arrest for smuggling rare books and other goods into Skyrim. 

   Their mage mis-timed an attack and hit me instead of an attacking guard. My memory of the past was practically non-existent; I assume that the attack had scrambled my memories somehow, but I didn’t want to worry Faendal. I already had enough problems that he had been willing to help me with.

   “Ah. Well, anyone would be lucky to have you,” he said. Faendal stopped talking and absentmindedly tore blades of grass out of the ground.

   “Faendal?” I didn’t recognize his tone of voice. He sounded...wistful, almost?

   “Hm? Oh! I don’t know where I was going with that, sorry,” Faendal said. He held a handful of grass in his hand and smirked.

   Faendal deposited the handful of torn grass into my lap, and I protested, glaring at him.

   “You’re walking a fine line, my friend,” I said, plucking blades of grass from the ground. I sprinkled them over his head, and he squawked in mock anger.

   “You want to fight? It sounds like you’re asking for a fight,” he said, standing up, fists raised.

   I jumped to my feet, humoring him. “I didn’t know that you could spar,” I said.

   “The better question, can you?” Faendal teased.

   “Swing first, and you’ll see,” I said.

   Faendal hit me, his fist connecting with my shoulder. My arm felt numb, but I could still move it.

   “Lucky hit,” I said, swinging back at him. I aimed a punch at his ribs, and he fell back, coughing.

   He recovered quickly and dodged subsequent punches, getting some solid punches in on my torso and chest. His swings were wild, while mine hit hard.

   This wasn’t my first fistfight, if the vague memories were to be believed. My mind was elsewhere, and Faendal used that to his advantage.

   Faendal buffeted me with punches to my stomach, and I stumbled backwards, tripping over a tree root.  

   Faendal grabbed at the front of my shirt to prevent my fall, but I pulled him down with me. We landed in a heap, Faendal sprawled across me, stunned.

   “Oof,” I said, winded. Faendal appeared scrawny, but he was surprisingly heavy.

   He sat up, still straddling me, and pinned my arms over my head. My pulse raced, lips parted slightly in shock.

   “We’ll call that a draw, although I definitely won,” he said, holding me down a heartbeat longer than necessary. He lightly tapped me on the nose, and I flushed imperceptibly.

   Faendal clambered off me, leaving me laying limply in the grass. I blinked, processing what had just happened.

   “Hey, wait!” I said, scrambling to my feet after him. “We should have a rematch!”

   Faendal had made indications that he was going to head home, walking down the dirt path. He turned, hands clasped casually behind his head. “Maybe one day,” he said, beaming.

   I didn’t follow him. Instead, I watched as he left to go home. Faendal most likely saw me as a friend, and nothing more. 

   Had someone asked me what made me realize I was harboring affections for my best friend, my closest companion, this moment would stand out in my mind.

   I may not ever have the chance to fall in love, but, if Faendal decided to come along with me on my journey, that would be enough.