#its nearing midnight i gotta go

[gjdraws]

WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THE dS EPISODE WOULD BE SO

Fraser the fable back in Canada, pristine yet again, clean as untrodden snow again T_T HE NEVER GOT DIRTY ONCE AND I LOVE THAT FOR HIM. HE NEVER EVEN GREW A BEARD T_T

Off like a line that never ends, Fraser the tree and Fraser the river that roars to the sea truly he is man made from Canada FUCK THEY PLAYED NORTHWEST PASSAGE i am never going to be able to stop listening to that song

Meg giving up Fraser so he may be wild, Ray V partners and tied across the distance and time no matter what, and Rayk hopelessly in love with an eidolon oof and finally, Fraser actually going off to do something for himself

the finale really said Fraser is a story, an ideal, a man alone in the great north, untouchable and yet. There are people yearning to touch him, always just a little out of reach. And he touched the real world even if he doesn't know it, and now he's leaving (all his people, and us) (even as Welsh slugs someone for him and Frobisher salutes him)

Fraser saying he never connected with anyone, and yet everyone everywhere making sure he landed softly (DELMAR FROM GRADE FOUR EVEN? DELMAR REMEMBERED YOUR NAME BENTON???)

Fuck this stupid show, I love it gotta watch it all again. Fraser really truly Mary Poppins and Dief is his id. dS begins with Fraser and Dief and it ends with Fraser and Dief. Like Rayk will have his adventure and find himself but he is as much a man of the cold as RayV and Meg. FRASER LEAVES THEM ALL EVENTUALLY, like he does us the audience T_T

Dief & Fraser will never grow old (in our memories) and they'll never die because they're stories that we will always always tell ourselves (and still are, thirty years later)

Goodbye old son

[dooberific]

Damn that angst Harumasa oneshot was smth else 😭

Could you perhaps write an alternative happy ending? 💔

❝ 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 ➸ 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 ❞

harumasa x afab!reader

genre: hurt w comfort, fluff, you lived bitch 😎

summary: it was supposed to be a routine mission, it's a good thing you are there to help pickup the pieces

wc: 3.2k

this is a hybrid work, the start of new content will be marked with colored text!

There was a ring cut to your size. A thin and silver little band that lacked grandiose ornamentation. Diamonds and frills were never your thing after all, he could still see the little quirk in your lips at the memory of your colleagues rushing in with stones so large you thought them better fit for paperweights than proclamations of their belonging to another under the banner of love and marriage. “Practicality above all else,” you had claimed some months ago, thumbing at the simple band around your index finger. Your late mother’s ring.

He hoped you were the sentimental kind, your voice warbled over the line from the outpost in his ear as he smiled. “I’m just saying to be careful is all.” He asserted, fingers running aimlessly over the silver band resting in his palm. Your initials and his were cut into the inside. 

It was supposed to be your day off, the first you had taken in several months, but when H.A.N.D phoned you that they needed your section of the HSO to assemble for a rescue mission after a Defense Force team had vanished inside of Hollow Zero, well….you didn’t get the luxury of saying no, even if you were the Chief. 

“When am I not careful? Remember which one of us you’re talking to here, Haru.” You chided, the smile on your face so present he could hear it change the lilt of your voice. 

“Right, right, I’m talking to my beautiful, kind, intelligent and all around perfect girlfriend~” Though he hoped that title would be changing very soon, as he held the ring up to the light, the sun filtering through the window of your shared apartment dancing enticingly over its surface. 

You giggled in his ear, the sound warming him to the soul. He could practically see the way the corners of your eyes wrinkled in delight.  “That’s much better.”

The interference in the background of the call amplified, faint callings of your name cutting through the static. You sounded disappointed. “Sorry Haru, I gotta go.”

“It’s okay baby, duty calls. Just try to be home for dinner.”

“Wouldn’t miss a date night for the world, you better not peek in the closet while I’m gone! I want that dress to be a pleasant surprise later.” 

You fell quiet again as you pulled the receiver away from your mouth, yelling a response into the background. “They’re about to have an aneurysm over here,” you huffed. 

“I love you, Haru~”

“I love you too, (y/n)~”

That was a little after noon. It was now nearing midnight and the outpost was crawling with H.A.N.D uniforms and HSO stragglers. Countless outpost scientists shouldered through the crowd, chiming off readings and acting as if they just had a some great scientific breakthrough.

But you were still inside of Hollow Zero.

And H.A.N.D was beginning to withdraw. 

Even flashing his Section 6 badge failed to get him answers despite his insistence, earning little more than the shake of a head and a “this is above your paygrade, kid.”

They threatened to court martial  him if he kept accosting them. But they didn’t have you inside the Hollow like he did. The epitome of his happiness, the one he swore hung the moon and stars, his most constant companion, and the only one he could imagine waking up beside of until the day he expired. 

They didn’t have you, but they had the version of you that made their actions palatable. The “good soldier” and “valiant leader”. The slave to a public that didn’t care to know your name even as you shouldered their burdens as ceaselessly as atlas held the heavens. The one who signed up for a death job.

A chorus of shouts erupted, the flash of the medical units blazing to life under the white spotlights. 

Survivors.

He shouldered his way through the swell of the crowd with little regard for those he pushed aside. In a perfect world he would break from the crowd and see you standing there, a little worse for wear but alive and smiling like you just cheated the world. You would push past the medic teams as they chased you down to throw your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips as you gloated playfully.

“See? What’d I tell you? Safe and sound.” 

But you weren’t there. A cluster of five soldiers stumbled through the outer bounds of the Hollow—no, those weren’t soldiers, they were members of your faction carrying the torn uniforms of Defense Force operatives. They dripped with blood and grime, corruption marring their skin as they limped out, half-dragging others.

“Hey!” He yelled over the roar of the crowd as he grabbed one of them by the shoulder. His name badge shined under the lights. Kimura.

 “Where’s your chief?”

The man shoved his hand away, “Get off me man!”

He didn’t know where he got the strength as he grappled with Kimura before taking two fistfuls of his collar. “Where’s your fucking Chief? Where’s (y/n)?!” 

Multiple pairs of hands tore at his uniform from behind as they hauled him off, legs kicking as he wrestled against their pull.

“Where is she?”

“She’s stayed behind!” 

Kimura’s face was blank, his eyes distant and foggy as he stared at the ground. There were tears streaming down his face as he drew a ragged breath. “I’ve never seen so many ethereals, we were overran so quickly…Chief (l/n) and Deputy Chief Kato created a diversion to draw them away so we could get out.”

Kimura looked up with red rimmed eyes.

“I am so sorry.”

Hollow Zero had mutated. Or that was the story they were telling everyone now. The sensors at the outpost had registered a dramatic spike in etheric energy about 30 minutes after Section 2 had infiltrated, and by the next 20 the bangboo that accompanied you had stumbled out with fried circuits, the carrot it followed now expired as the interior of the hollow rearranged. 

It was supposed to be a standard recovery operation. You had done them hundreds of times in the past.

“I’m sorry, Asaba. My hands are tied.” The officer said with a shake of his head. “No one’s allowed in unless they are operating with their faction. You’re the only one from Section 6 here.”

He gripped his bow tighter. “Then I suggest you turn around and pretend you didn’t see me.” 

~

It felt like an electric current thrummed under his skin as he breached the Hollow. He didn’t bother to call the proxy or wait for the association to form a new carrot. There was no point, even as desperately as he clung to the idea of you being unharmed, alive, there was still a rotten crawl of doubt in the back of his mind that made the thought of wandering forever as an ethereal within Hollow Zero a more palatable choice than leaving here without you. 

He didn’t know how long he had wandered through the hollow, hair matted to his forehead from sweat as he cleared another broken wall, trying to survey as much of the warped landscape as he could. He doubled over, hands braced against his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He had overextended himself already, his chest constricted tightly as his breathing became shallow, a sharp ringing in his ears. He screwed his eyes shut, focusing on getting his lungs back under control.

In and out.

In and out.

There was a distant cry that met his ears with the sharp and hollow sound of clashing metal, one that twisted his gut in an iron grip as his head shot up.

You.

He didn’t know what he hoped to find when he fumbled over the rubble in your direction. Finding you was the sole focus of his mind for the past few hours, the rush of adrenaline carrying his mind past rational thought.

You. You. You.

It urged his tired legs forward, kept him standing as he rounded the corner and saw the torn back of your uniform jacket fluttering in the etheric breeze. 

You, despite all odds, were still alive.

A Hati screamed as your blade plunged between its armored plating, the etheric shell shattered at your feet as the creature collapsed alongside it, your body pivoting with deadly precision to bring your blade down upon the blazecrawler that leapt into your blindspot before an electrified arrow whistled past your face and knocked it from the sky, it’s body disintegrating before it even hit the ground.

“Haru?”

You looked utterly exhausted, your face smeared with grime and hair matted with sweat, but you’d never looked more alive and perfect than when the veins of acute ether corruption made the healthy pink of your cheeks and lips glow. 

“Haru, what are you doing here?” Your voice cracked, tongue fuzzy in your mouth from dehydration as you limped in his direction, tired eyes blazing with anger. “The ether is too strong, you shouldn’t be--,”

Any ounce of wrath or concern at his lack of prudence died on the tip of your tongue when he swept you up in his arms, face burrowed firmly into the column of your throat. His body trembled unnaturally against you, skin feverish. He clung to you like you were his lifeline, hands fisted into your torn jacket and hair as if he were afraid you would vanish at any moment if he loosened his hold even a fraction. 

His shoulders heaved once, twice before he pushed his face from your neck, hands cupping your dirty cheeks with his own dirt-caked nails. From this close you could see the ether burning under his skin, the fogginess that dimmed his brilliant golden eyes a matte honey as turquoise veins burst within the sclera and seeped into the pupil. His lashes were wet and caked together, face twisted in some hybrid of pain, anguish and relief as he kissed you like you put the very breath in his lungs to do so. Hungry and sloppy, more teeth and whispers of affection burning in millimeters of space seasoned with sweat, tears, and the sharp iron flavor of your split lip nipped and tugged with a tenderness that boiled in the depths of your belly as you cradled his own face in the state of desperation he rendered you in. 

A sharp stink pricked the skin just above his choker, his head snapping back with a hiss as the syringe in your hand clicked with completion. 

“Anti-ether serum,” You reassured, throwing the empty syringe off into the rubble before slipping another from your belt bag and sticking your forearm, lip pinched between your teeth. “Got lucky and found an old H.A.N.D cargo container. It’s old, but it works.”

You tossed it aside, offering him your hand with a smile.

“Let’s get outta here, Haru.”

~

It was a pure stroke of luck that you made it out of the hollow. No bangboo, no carrot, only the whim of walking in one direction and hoping the fissure you happened upon was the way out. The last recovery party stared at you like you had grown a spare head when you came stumbling over the rubble together, your face drawn tight with strain as you muscled the weight of Harumasa, the ether finally having worked him over to the point that his knees gave out and he couldn’t see, his consciousness spotty. How your own body had yet to give in was some blessing of genetics, the roots of corruption seeding deep and black as it began to pierce out through your skin. 

The wet kiss of the morning dew and the blazing of the rising sun warmed your skin despite the electrocharged sensation that left your hands trembling. You watched helplessly as the medical team swept him away from your side, your own strength finally giving out as you crumpled on the concrete before a flurry of hands hoisted you up and onto a stretcher, an oxygen mask forced over your nose. You watched as they shut the door of the ambulance across the way, a flash of dirty orange sneaker soles vanishing behind a thick metal plated door. 

You grabbed the medic nearest your side, his uniform collar bunching at his throat as you pointed and hissed.

“Make sure I’m there with him.”

~

If it was your own physical and mental exhaustion or a pharmacologically induced sleep, you weren’t sure, but the sterile ceiling of a hospital room expanded before your weary eyes like a blanket of snow, the rhythmic beeping of some monitor just out of sight keeping tune with your heartbeat. Your entire body felt stiff and tight, muscles screaming as your fingers twitched into a fist. You rolled your head to the side, staring at the empty bed a few feet away.

The nurses had to restrain you from how wildly you fought, ripping lines from your arms as you pushed yourself upright despite the lancing pain that seemed to ignite every nerve in your body, grappling with them as you demanded to know where he was, how he was, if he was even still alive as hot, angry tears stung at your dry eyes.

You didn’t stop fighting until the bed at your side was filled by a familiar body, albeit worse for wear. You were quite the pair, both looking like absolute shit as tired eyes and pained smiles passed between you. He had about ten more monitors and drips running than you did, his pale face gaunt and covered in a sheen of sweat. But his eyes were clear and dripping with adoration every time he woke up and saw your own scuffed face grinning back at him as if flaunting how you had cheated the world once more with a simple, “Good morning, sleeping beauty” easing past your lips. 

When he weakly reached his hand out to you, you weren’t about to refuse his invitation as you swung your legs out of bed and shuffled like your body had aged 80 years across the few feet that stood between your bed and his. You clasped his chilled fingers, pushing some of the many lines and wires that ran from his body to the side as you readjusted his arm, sliding up in the bed as you cuddled up against him. 

You felt his body relax, hand skimming your back through the thin gown you wore as you pressed your cheek against his chest. His heartbeat was strong under your ear, his lungs expanding and collapsing with a steady rhythm under your splayed fingers. 

“Haru? I don’t want you to dive into a hollow like that after me ever again.” you asserted.

“And I don’t want you going into hollows ever again, period.” Came his cool response, fingers drawing little circles along the curve of your spine. You felt him press a kiss to the crown of your head. “But we don’t always get what we want, so we’ll just have to trust each other to make the best decision, whether the other agrees with it or not.”

You didn’t want to admit that he was right, fearful still of his weakened constitution and the report you received on his care. 

He’s lucky to be alive.

It made you cling to him a little tighter, nestling closer to his side as your eyes screwed shut and you willed yourself to focus on the living, breathing and warm Harumasa and not the weak, confused and fearful one that gripped you with such ferocity even as his senses fled him in the bowels of Hollow Zero.

He played with your fingers for a moment before pressing something warm and circular against the meat of your palm, folding your fingers over it. Your eyes peeked open curiously, head lifting off his chest. 

“What’s this, Haru?” The question tumbled from your lips before you unfurled your fingers, staring at the item nestled in your palm before a harsh breath sucked past your lips.

It was a ring cut to your size. A thin and silver little band that lacked grandiose ornamentation. Diamonds and frills were never your thing after all, he could still see the little quirk in your lips at the memory of your colleagues rushing in with stones so large you thought them better fit for paperweights than proclamations of their belonging to another under the banner of love and marriage. “Practicality above all else,” you had claimed some months ago, thumbing at the simple band around your index finger. Your late mother’s ring.

“I had planned to give it to you somewhere a little more…sentimental than a hospital room, but I’m tired of waiting.” He cupped the back of your opened hand, thumb brushing against your knuckles. 

“I shouldn’t have waited in the first place.” He said with a rueful laugh. “You’re my person after all. Always giving the world your best, always thoughtful and selfless and so, so strong. You’ve never ran from your responsibilities, from yourself, toughing it out all on your own even when you had to shoulder my problems too.”

His thumb pressed over your pulse, his lungs stuttering for a moment as he caught his breath. “You’re everything I’m not. Every strength to my immeasurable weakness. My perfect reminder that the world is worth fighting to be in even when my body begs to give it up. It’s not much, but consider this me begging you to keep being the best half of my existence.”

You rolled the ring between your fingers, tracing the initials carved inside the band before peering up at him from under your lashes.

“In sickness and in health?”

He smiled feebly, his lips chapped and rough against the tender skin of your forehead where he pressed them, a promise whispered quietly into your flesh willed to be shared intimately and only with you.

“In sickness and in health.”

.

.

.

Your favorite coffee cup sat beside the pot in the kitchen, the rim stained pink from your choice lipstick. Your toothbrush sat in the cup beside his, your shampoo in the shower, your shoes by the door. Your picture was perched on the bedside table, your face radiant as your hand rested against his chest, his arm around your waist in front of the New Eridu Janus Quarter courthouse. 

Any more perfect and he would begin to question if soul mates were really determined at birth, given names that matched together like the pieces of a puzzle as beautifully as yours did when you assumed his surname and the title of the only family he ever truly had.

You still glowed, hair tousled and cheeks creased from sleep under the golden light of another morning. You sought out his warmth under the covers, flopping unceremoniously into his chest, your forehead pressed against his sternum as your weight relaxed into his body, sleepy murmurs of “good morning” tickling his skin. 

“What happened to, “good morning my handsome, perfect husband” hmm?” He mused as he threaded his fingers through your own, admiring the matched silver bands snuggly around your ring fingers. 

“ ‘S a mouthful,” You whined, lifting your head as you leaned in and nipped at his lower lip with a lazy, lopsided grin. 

Your eyes blew wide as he flipped you onto your back, trapping you beneath him on the mattress as he straddled your lap. “Well then my beautiful, perfect wife, we’ll just have to work something out then.”

There was a ring cut to your size, and it felt like a perfect adornment on your skin as he drew your hand up and pressed his lips against it with a grin. 

Rey 2025

[daisynik7]

test drive

Pairing: ex-boyfriend!Eren x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.9k

cw: exes-to-lovers, a breakup scene (flashback) established past relationship, fluff, some angst, smut - car sex (cowgirl), blowjob, cunnilingus, face-riding, 69 position, sex with no condom, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, princess, baby)

Summary: You’re moving back to your hometown of Paradis after completing two long years of grad school in Marley. In desperate need of a car, you’re surprised to hear from your ex-boyfriend Eren, who graciously offers you one.  Author’s Note: Had this in my head for a while, brain is a little fried at the moment, but I just had to get this out! Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are always appreciated! Header image found on Pinterest, mdni divider by @/mikeykuns.

“Eren, do you think we should break up?”

The two of you are in your bedroom, finished packing the last of your luggage before you fly out to Marley tomorrow morning. It’s near midnight on the last day of summer. The windows are open, and the chirping of crickets is loud amidst the silence of the night air. He zips your suitcase closed, peering at you, confused. “What?”

It’s been the lingering question on your mind the past couple of weeks, but you were too afraid to mention it. Maybe you were hoping that the thought would go away on its own. You didn’t really want to break up. You love him. The idea of being apart scares you, though. The uncertainty, the unknown. Two years isn’t very long in the grand scheme of life, but who’s to say you don’t end up deciding to remain in Marley for good? Eren has already made it clear that he has no intentions of leaving Paradis. Would staying together be a waste of time when the future is so unpredictable?

You bite your lip, nervous to elaborate, voice timid. “I’ve heard that long distance is really hard.”

He stands up, crossing his arms over his chest. “So? We’ll get through it.”

“Will we, though? I’m going to be busy with school, and you’re starting your new job. Plus, Marley is so far away. When are we ever going to see each other?” 

He stares at you as if you’re sputtering nonsense. “We’ll make it work,” he answers, definitive. 

“It’s not going to be easy.”

He scratches his scalp, frustrated. “I don’t understand. Do you want to break up?”

You stay quiet, contemplating. When you don’t respond right away, he says, “You do, don’t you?” He sounds like he’s been betrayed, which in retrospect, he has been. By you, of all people. The person who’s supposed to love him. 

Breathing staggered, tears welling in your eyes, you murmur, “I just don’t know if we can do it.”

He begins pacing the floor, voice increasing in volume, rightfully upset. “You don’t know if you can do it. Me? I’m all in. You’re already giving up before we try.”

“I just don’t want either of us to get hurt!” you cry.

“What do you call this, then?!” he yells, tears rolling down his cheeks. “This fucking hurts! Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way sooner?”

“I don’t know! I wasn’t sure! I was scared.” You sob into your hands. “I’m sorry, Eren.”

He’s shaking his head erratically, fists bunched in his hair. “I can’t believe you’re doing this right now. After all we’ve been through. You don’t even want to give it a shot.”

You swallow hard, wiping snot from your nose. “We can try it out. Let’s try it out,” you plead with him, regretting it. 

“No. It’s too late now. You already set us up for failure. Since you’re not confident about us, then maybe this isn’t going to work out after all.” He sounds spiteful. Daggers piercing through your heart in the form of harsh words. And while you struggle for breath, drenching the fabric of your t-shirt, you can’t blame him for reacting this way. You spent an amazing summer together, and the night before you leave, you drop a grenade like this. What were you thinking?

“Eren,” you beg, sniffling

“I gotta go,” he mutters, grabbing his keys, avoiding your gaze. 

“Eren, wait!” you shout, following him out the room. Down the stairs. Through the front door. In front of his car. “Eren! I’m sorry! I take it back!”

“Have a nice life in Marley,” he spits out, getting into his car, slamming it shut, and reversing out of the driveway without another word. Headlights reflect off the shimmer in your eyes, watching him leave.

That’s the last time you saw Eren. The next day, you boarded your flight to Marley and moved into your new home. You tried to call him, text him, even pestered friends and family to urge him to reach out to you. He never did. And all the while, you still don’t blame him for reacting the way he did. 

The two of you were happy. You loved each other. And when an inkling of hardship reared its ugly head, you ran for it instead of facing it. There’s no way you could have predicted that your relationship would fall apart. In fact, there’s many times that you’ve considered how much stronger the two of you would have gotten if you did stay together. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. If you had believed that sooner, you wouldn’t be living with this remorse. 

It's been over two years since that day. Life continued, though it was tough not having Eren around anymore. He was always your biggest supporter, the anchor that kept you afloat. Grad school wouldn’t have been as stressful if you had him by your side, but you managed to scrape by. You made new friends along the way while maintaining your relationships from home. Mikasa and you would chat regularly, and on occasion, she would mention Eren’s name in passing. You received little footnotes of his life through her, but overall, he’s a stranger to you now. 

That being said, you’re shocked to finally hear from him after that fateful night two years ago. 

Following graduation, you secured a job in Paradis nearby your hometown. For now, the plan is to move in with your family until you save enough money to move out. Unfortunately, you don’t have car. So, in an unexpected turn of events, you sit in the rear of a taxi, on your way to Eren’s. 

Eren: Heard you’re home and you need a car.

Those were his first words to you after two whole years of radio silence. After telling you to have a nice life in Marley. Of course, you were stunned when his name popped up on your screen in the first place, even more so to see his offer to help you. Most likely he was informed about your current situation by Mikasa. Nevertheless, it shocks you that he wants anything to do with you. 

You actually want to meet with him. It may be no more than a business transaction, but to see him in the flesh will be nice. Will it fix what happened? Probably not. It’s worth a shot, though, for some peace of mind. Maybe this is his own way of telling you that he’s over it, and that the two of you can finally put this to bed. 

So, you arrange a time to meet at his place. He gives you an unfamiliar address; it seems he moved out of his parent’s house not long after he started working. Mikasa had mentioned that before. What she’s never disclosed with you is if he’s been dating. On your way to him, your belly begins to fill with dread. Could you handle seeing Eren with another woman? Living together, happily in love? You want him to be happy, but with someone else? Deep down, you still love him. You never dated anyone seriously during your time in Marley. No one even came close to him. He’ll never get back together with you, not after what happened. In fact, you’re positive he’s already found someone, a person who will appreciate him and love him for all he is. Someone who isn’t afraid. It’s better he’s with someone else; you actually hope you see that today, so that you can finally move on. 

The trip takes over half an hour. You recognize the route being taken; the same one you would take on the way to Paradis University, where you and Eren met for the first time. During freshman year, Mikasa, your roommate at the time, introduced you to him. The two of you became fast friends, even faster lovers. The spark was there the moment you shook his hand, the moment he gazed into your eyes, flashing that charming smile at you. It was casual at first, no labels, no strings attached. Two horny college kids fulfilling their sexual desires exclusively with one another. Kisses and sex soon became something more, something special. By the time you were sophomores, it was official: he was yours and you were his. 

The driver enters a quaint neighborhood, pulling up to the front of a modern apartment complex. Once you pay the fare, you step out, inspecting the building. Eren lives on the third floor; each unit has a balcony overlooking the neighborhood, the nearby cityscape in the near distance. It’s a beautiful location and your curiosity gets the best of you. Who is he currently sharing his life with? Do they watch sunrises together from their grand view, sipping their morning coffee in domestic bliss? Should it be you instead? 

Before you get carried away with your imagination, you retrieve your phone from your bag, texting him that you have arrived and are waiting outside. There’s no reason for you to head up into his apartment, right? You’re here to check out his car; that’s it. You can’t help thinking that it would be fun to check out. For research purposes, of course.

He replies quickly, mentioning how he’ll head down to you. You take a few deep breaths, mentally preparing yourself to see him for the first time ever since your bitter goodbye. Do you hug him? Keep your distance? Should you say anything personal or keep it strictly professional? All of these conflicting feelings are fighting with each other in your head. There’s so much you want to tell him: your life the last two years, how sorry you are for the way it ended, how much you miss him. At the same time, you want a clean slate, almost as if you’re strangers meeting for the first time. 

As he steps out from the lobby, you freeze on the spot, dazzled by his presence. What strikes you initially is how long his hair has gotten; it’s enough to put up into a small bun, with a few stray strands scattered around his face. His eyes are as brilliant as ever, barely visible dark circles underneath from age or stress, most likely the lather; it hasn’t been that long. There’s still that youthful charm about him, though. That will never fade.

He's dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black sweats pants, an outfit reminiscent of his college years, laid-back and casual. You’ve always liked this look on him, always found it sexy. Too many memories of you stripping this exact attire off him, hasty to make love in the twin bed of his dormitory. You try to shake these thoughts away as he approaches you with a rigid disposition, hesitant and a bit awkward. He clears his throat before saying, “Hey.” His hands are in his pockets as he greets you. 

You respond with a gentle smile. “Hi.”

This is going to be harder than you thought. 

~~~

Two years. That’s how long it’s been since they broke up, since he last saw her. Two whole fucking years. 

Eren didn’t want to break up. The thought never even crossed his mind. He was determined to be with her the rest of his life, of their lives. That’s why he got so upset when she suggested it. They spent an entire summer together, perfect in every possible way, and she had the nerve to ask that question the night before the big move? Do you think we should break up? He couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. They were supposed to love each other forever. 

It doesn’t excuse the way he behaved to her afterwards. Instead of discussing it like a mature adult, he exploded, too caught up in the storm of emotions raging in his head. His ego was hurt, pride shot down, heart betrayed. Following that night, Eren was too ashamed by the whole ordeal; he thought it’d be easier to ignore it and move on. 

Move on. Yeah right.

He replays those scenes constantly. Her pleas of We can try it out. Let’s try it out. I’m sorry! I take it back! ringing in his ears like a broken record, reminding him that if they talked about it, if he had just turned around to work it out, maybe they’d still be together. They’d be happy. It’s the biggest regret of his life; not fighting for her and letting her slip away. A fleeting moment of weakness and fear leading to their ultimate demise. A tragic ending to such a beautiful story. Can they ever get the happy ending they wanted? 

He tried to date other women; it never amounted to anything serious. Eventually, Eren gave up on the dating scene all together, focusing his energy on other priorities like his career and friendships. He was hoping that one day, he’d magically be over her.

When Mikasa informs him about her move back to Paradis, he knows immediately he needs to meet with her. Seeing her one last time might be the key to moving on once and for all. So, he finally decides to be mature and contact her, under the guise of giving her one of his cars. In his defense, he’s been meaning to sell it anyways. He never could quite let it go, though, considering it’s the car he drove all throughout college, with her. Late night drives to Maria’s Point, holding hands and kissing beneath the stars. Fast food runs at their favorite drive-thru, her feeding French fries to him from the passenger side, cruising through the empty streets with their favorite music blaring through the radio speakers. Even the backseat has seen plenty of action during those years, the foreground to many naughty trysts away from campus. Every corner of it carries a memory of her; that’s why he’s been so reluctant to let it go. He still loves her. But that’s all in the past. This car will be the final peace offering that will allow him to move on. He’s got it all planned out. 

What he’s not prepared for is the rush of emotions that flood his chest upon seeing her. This is definitely not part of the plan. 

When he greets her, she smiles at him, the same radiant smile he’s yearned for the two years of her absence. One that instantly warms his soul. He does his best to maintain his composure. Keep it together, he thinks to himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets while he clenches his fists, bursting at the seams. This isn’t part of the plan. 

He kicks the ground with his heels, fidgeting. “So…it’s been a minute, huh?” He does a mental eye roll to himself. Did he really say that? Idiot, idiot, idiot. 

She giggles, and he nearly combusts. How is it that a simple laugh can ignite every fiber of his being? He’s a fool for assuming he could get through this unscathed. “Yeah. It has. How are you?” Her expression is sincere; he always loved that about her, how intently she listens, how much she cares. Even after their harsh breakup, that sincerity remains. She’s making this much more difficult than he expected. 

He shrugs, nonchalant. “I’m okay. You?”

She mimics him, raising her shoulders. “I’m alright.”

He chews his lip nervously before asking, “Well, do you want to check out the car?” Stick to the plan. Stick to the plan, he reminds himself. 

She nods, following him to the parking garage to his designated spot. Her eyes widen when she sees it. “You want to sell me this?”

“Yup.”

She inspects it, mouth parted, surprised. “Wow. The Titan.”

He busts out in laughter, amused that she remembers the silly nickname they came up with freshman year. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

She turns to look at him, eyes twinkling, lips curled into a warm smile. “How could I forget?”

He swallows hard, saliva thick on his tongue. Fluttering in his core, tingling through his fingers. The question stumbles out quickly. “Want to take it out for a spin? A test drive?” 

Eren’s aware that this is dangerous territory. The two of them, enclosed in the small space of his car, memories in every crevice of the interior. It’s his chance to properly apologize for what happened. That’s how he justifies it, at least. Part of him also wants to recreate their past together. Riding in his car, fingers laced together on the center console, singing their favorite songs with the windows rolled down, wind blowing on their smiling faces. It’s infeasible; he doesn’t even know if she feels the same way. There’s that tiny portion of him that holds out hope; she did agree to meet him. That means something, right?

She contemplates for a moment. “Sure. Can you drive, though?”

“Still the passenger princess, I see.” 

“Some things never change, right?” She gives him a wink before stepping to the side of the car, waiting for him to unlock the doors. 

He gulps, thrilled and jittery at whatever adventure they’re about to embark on. In the corner of his mind, all he can think is 

Fuck the plan. 

~~~

You weren’t supposed to get in it with him. The idea was to meet him and do the exchange, simple as that. When you recognize the car, all the memories you shared flood into your mind. You let your emotions get the best of you; you want one more special moment with Eren. It’s only fair to your relationship to end it on a good note, right? You weren’t expecting anything more than closure, which was what the both of you needed. 

He doesn’t tell you where he’s driving to, but he doesn’t have to. By the time you’re on the highway, you watch the sun set in the distance from the rearview mirror. You pass by multiple signs, indicating Maria’s Point in x number of miles, the amount decreasing the closer you approach it. The two of you chat, condensing all from the past two years into a half hour car ride. You describe your experience in grad school, he talks about his full-time job. It’s cordial, like two old friends catching up after a while being apart. Except the both of you are fully aware of the elephant squished in the backseat of The Titan. Neither of you mention anything about it.

He drives up the familiar hill leading up to the panorama at the top of the cliff. This spot of Maria’s Point is often secluded, which was perfect for you and Eren back in the day. He parks away from the edge, the last rays of orange and pink hovering on the skyline. With a twist of his keys, he shuts off the ignition and it’s silent. Suddenly, after effortless conversation, you’re shy, unable to speak. 

Luckily, he does. “I actually want to talk to you about something important.”

You snap your seatbelt off, adjusting to give him your full attention. His hands remain on the steering wheel, drumming his fingers nervously. “I’m sorry for the way I acted that night.” He doesn’t need to elaborate; you know exactly what he’s referring to. You’re caught off guard from the apology, so you keep quiet, waiting for him to continue. 

After a deep breath, he explains, “I blew up, and I shouldn’t have. I got upset because I thought you had given up before we even tried. But I know you were scared; I was too. Regardless, it wasn’t right and I’m sorry. For that and for avoiding you after.” He slides his hands around the wheel, dropping them to his lap. His eyes are forward, avoiding you. 

When he doesn’t have more to add, you respond. “Thank you. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have blindsided you. I should have told you how I was feeling instead of ignoring it until the last minute. Like you said, I was scared, so I ran away from it without even giving it a shot. It wasn’t fair to you, and it wasn’t fair to us.” He’s focuses on you now, listening carefully as you talk. “Just so you know, I never blamed you for how you reacted. I deserved it.”

He shifts his body towards you, shaking his head. “No, you didn’t deserve that. I didn’t even say goodbye.”

You blink away the oncoming tears from your eyes. “It’s okay, Eren. We can do that now.”

The stillness that follows is concerning. He studies you with an unreadable expression, contemplating. Then, he leans closer to you, elbow resting on the center console, his breath tickling your cheeks, whispering, “I don’t want to say goodbye.”

You gravitate towards him, lessening the space between you, gazing at his lips. “You don’t?”

“I never wanted to in the first place.”

Drifting forward, you rest your forehead to his, the skin-to-skin contact rekindling the spark that burned so brightly not too long ago. “Eren.”

“I miss you,” he confesses. “Every fucking day.” 

His lips graze yours, eyes watching you, waiting. Unable to hold back any longer, you kiss him, melting into him seamlessly. The two years of remorse vanish in an instant, and you’re transported in time, as if you were never apart. You touch your palm on his chest, his racing heartbeat thumping against your fingertips. He slides his hand around the nape of your neck, cradling you gently, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft on yours, prudent and delicate, careful not to overbear you. 

You pull off to catch your breath, clutching at his t-shirt so that’s it’s bunched into your fist. “I missed you, Eren.”

He swallows loudly, eyes half-lidded in a daze. “I missed you so fucking much,” he mutters, driving his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you desperately now. He drinks you up like he’s dying of thirst, the only cure to his drought. You match him, opening wider, swirling your tongue with his. His lips trail to your neck, sucking on the pulse point beneath your chin.  

“Eren,” you moan, running your fingers through his hair. 

“I love hearing you say my name. Fuck,” he swears, licking at the spot. He marks you on the other side, nibbling lightly at your skin with his teeth. “Did you ever think about me?”

“Every day,” you admit, eyes closed as he moves to your ear, pinching your lobe between his lips. “And you?”

“All the time,” he answers. He breaks away, cupping your cheek tenderly in his palm. “I’m still in love with you. I love you.”

Your breath hitches, throat tight with emotion, though you manage to utter, “I love you too.”

He beams at you before suggesting, “Should we get out of here? Go to my place?”

Tugging at his collar, you shake your head with a smirk. “I can’t wait that long.”

Understanding what you’re implying, he suggests, “Backseat?”

You give him a wet smooch and a nod. He chuckles, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Are you that needy for me, baby? Can’t even wait to go home?”

Glancing at his lap, the evident bulge protruding from his sweats, you scoff at him playfully. “Don’t act like you aren’t either. Look how big you are already.”

He grins, exiting the driver’s side and quickly sliding into the backseat, spreading his legs wide, hoisting his shirt off to reveal his chiseled torso. “You’re right. I’ve been waiting two years, please don’t make me wait any longer.”

You follow him to the rear, shrugging your blouse and pants off hastily until you’re down to your underwear. He marvels at your bare figure, licking his lips while you kneel beside him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, scanning you up and down, almost in disbelief. “Would you think about me whenever you touched yourself?”

Nestled to his lap, ass sticking out, you nod, rubbing your face on the erection straining against the fabric. “I only thought about you, Eren.”

“Fuck,” he groans, mesmerized. He pets you, brushing his thumb across your cheeks. “Me too, sweetie. No one makes me come the way you do.” He lifts his hips to slide his bottoms and boxers down his legs, exposing his hard cock standing stiff and pretty, glistening with precum leaking from the tip. 

You’re salivating, spit coating your entire mouth, hungry for his cock. Without wasting another second, you swallow him, surrounding him in your wet heat until he hits the back of your throat. He bucks up slightly, thighs trembling beneath you. “Fuck,” he swears, trailing your spine, gliding to your ass. “Always so good to me.” He slips beneath your panties, teasing your entrance. “Can I fuck you with these fingers? Please?”

You nod with his cock in your mouth, slurping the drool trickling on his shaft, bobbing on him. He slides one in, then another, pumping them in and out of you as you moan around his dick. He wriggles inside you, stimulating your sweet spot, gushing on his digits with your first orgasm. His follows immediately after, his load spurting onto your tongue, guzzling every last drop of him. 

You release him, turning over so your head is resting on his lap, peering up at his face. His hand is between your legs, rubbing the soft plush of your thighs, smiling down at you. He teases your clit, flicking his wet fingers on it, causing you to whine. 

“You still like it when I play with you like this,” he purrs, watching you twitch from the pleasure. “My good girl always comes so much for me.” He caresses your forehead gently, toying with your swollen bud. “Can you give me another one, princess?” Too many times do you remember him pleasuring you, sitting in the passenger seat, you gripping to his wrist, directing his hand to your pussy. Tonight is no different; he’s just as relentless, tapping away at you until your creaming for him once more. 

“I need to fucking taste you,” he growls, slipping his fingers past his lips, licking them. “Sit up, sweetie. Ride me while you make me hard again.”

It’s clumsy maneuvering in the cramped space, but eventually, you get into position. He’s below you, slurping at your sopping pussy as you’re bent over his cock, licking the head as you stroke him off. The windows begin fogging up, the air sweltering and humid. Your knee digs uncomfortably into the cushion, the other hangs off the edge of the seat, foot planted to the floor. Eren manages to fit his impressive stature, one leg angled and stretched towards the driver’s side, the other laid across the backseat, enough space for you to blow him while you ride his face. 

“I missed this sloppy cunt,” he muffles, spreading his tongue on you. He spits, smearing his frothy saliva across your clit, puckered around it, sucking. 

Once he’s hard again, you beg, “Fuck me, Eren.” You’re close to another climax and you’re desperate to come with him in you this time. “Please.”

He laughs, lifting you off, his face glossy with your slick, covering his nose, mouth, and chin. “Whatever you want, princess.” He sits up against the seat, legs splayed like a throne for you to sit pretty on. You straddle his lap, rubbing your pussy on his cock before guiding it into your entrance. 

You both drawl out, “Fuck,” kissing messily, arms wrapped around each other in a snug embrace. You ride him feverishly as he fucks up into you, gripping onto your hips tightly, bouncing you on his dick. You’re both sweating immensely, the temperature in the car sweltering, but neither of you mind it, too concentrated on each other’s orgasms, too addicted to the high you’re chasing together. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m so close,” he groans, picking up the pace, his thighs slapping lewdly against your ass.

“Come inside me, Eren. Fill me up,” you whimper, pushing the hair away from his sweaty forehead. 

“Yeah? You want it? Take it then. Take it sweetheart.” His eyes are shut tight as he shoots his load, thick cock pulsing inside you. You ride out your orgasm with him, scattering delicate kisses on his face. He grins, gazing at you with a hazy expression. 

“What’s that look for?” you ask, booping his nose. 

“Nothing,” he replies, cheeks rounded into a bigger smile. He squeezes your face between his palms. “I’m just happy. So unbelievably happy right now.”

You place your hands over his, leaning into his touch. “Me too.”

You stay comfortably like this for a few minutes, Eren cracking the windows open to let out some steam. You joke, “So, are you still going to sell me this car?”

He chuckles. “How about I give it to you. I was going to anyways.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. It was supposed to be a peace offering. But I like this outcome way better.”

“Me too. But I’m not going to just take it from you. Let me pay you for it.”

He tips your chin to look at you, grinning wide. “How about you move in with me instead?”

“What?” you giggle, unable to contain your smile, thrilled by the suggestion.

“Move in with me,” he repeats, nuzzling his nose to yours. 

“Isn’t this is a little too soon, considering we just got back together?”

He stretches his arms out, relaxing into the seat, smirking at you. “We already wasted two years without each other, I’m not wasting any more time.”

You scoot closer to him, kissing his cheek, then his lips. “Okay, you’ve got a deal.”

[xhane-lia]

Hi, I hope you’ve been having a good day! Can I please request a Sova that goes absolutely feral when you pull on his hair during sex... like he's a whole new man when you do that. The thought has been invading my brain and it won't leave hdjwkkdkd

-Sova lover anon

Ngl at all i be giggling and kicking my feet even thinking about this 👉👈 Thanks so much for waiting for me and i hope i do not dissapoint. Love uuuu <333

<<<Reader is she/her. MDNI.>>>

Im lost with words iykyk with Sova (nsfw)

It always starts slow and affectionate with Sova. We know him. He knows himself too. He knows that he is a little bit of an overgrown man (190ish cm long like holly shit boy what did your babushka feed you?) and he doesnt want to overwhelm you with himself.

But if you press his buttons, yeah, he switches a bit fast.

When he gets the 'fuck me hard' signal from you he doesnt care. You are under him now.

For him, its his hair getting pulled by you. Its like a wordless signal between both of you. Does the job perfectly so why need to ask for it, right?

The second you grab a handfull of his beautiful long blonde hair and pull it, he growls from the very deep of his throat. His body lovering over you for you to feel his weight on you more. Mhm. He got what you want for sure.

"You want to do it my way, darling?" The russian accent with the word 'darling' sounds deep near your ear. You know our giant bear. He gotta make sure even if he is too much over to control himself.

His moves are much over and about controlling you and your body. He is playing with your buttons too but mostly like a 'dim red light sex at midnight' kinda sex iykwim. He is rough but not ROUGH rough. Just the perfect amount to make you squirm under his body.

He can overpower you so easily he cannot lie that this doesnt turn him on. Pulling you in, stretching your legs, lifting you up and everything. And the sounds you make for him while he does these things? He could listen to you all night long. (Thats totaly not the reason he likes long sessions with you.)

This man has the highest stamina in the protocole if it wasnt for kay/o. He climbs up an down on snow for a daily basis. He is not letting you go anywhere if you dont use the safe word and make him stop yourself. If you know how to tire him then its another story.

You swear the first time you two get close like this, you thought that he had no experience whatsoever but now you realize you are so damn wrong. He may not look like he has experience but its all because he wants to make you feel alright and safe in his hands. But if you want to give the control all into his hands, then he will gladly take it from yours.

Kisses, hickeys, bite marks all over your body. Did i mention he has no shame? I guess i did on another one of my posts. I will say it again. He has no shame. He will look proud if anyone notices the hickeys he left over you. They gotta know that he knows how to do his job.

If you were to ask him about how he likes being in charge, he will laugh and just say a simple "yes, i do". Maybe his cheeks will get a little red but not because of embarrassment, its because of he lies how much more he likes it. This man LIVES for these moments.

(I wish i had a Sova for myself 😔)

[emma23]

headcanon y/n and Oscar Isaac characters during Halloween:

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Happy Halloween guys 🎃

Hope u enjoy it 💕🤗

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Steven Grant:

Halloween brings out Steven's passion for mythology, and he suggests a night tour of the museum to explore its more mysterious artifacts. As he eagerly guides you through the Egyptian exhibits, he starts sharing stories.

“Did you know the ancient Egyptians believed the dead lived in a world parallel to ours?” Steven’s eyes light up as he whispers. “They thought, on certain nights, like All Hallows' Eve, the boundary thins.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “You mean like... they could just walk back into our world?”

Steven laughs nervously. “Yeah, but don’t worry! They’re friendly spirits, mostly.” He leans closer, eyes wide with excitement. “Although, if we see anything out of place… just, uh, pretend you don’t notice it.”

Marc Spector:

Marc isn’t one for costumes or spooky stories, but he’s all in for protecting you during a Halloween adventure. He ends up taking you to an abandoned warehouse turned haunted house. You’re both wandering through dark corridors when he notices you jump at a sudden sound.

“You alright?” Marc’s voice cuts through the dark, firm but soft.

You laugh, catching your breath. “Yeah, just… wasn’t expecting that.”

Marc smirks, moving in closer. “You’re safe with me. Besides,” he adds, “those fake ghosts have nothing on the things I’ve seen.”

“Care to share any horror stories?” you tease.

His smile fades, turning into a mock-glare. “Nah. Some things are better left in the dark, trust me.”

Jake Lockley:

Jake insists on taking you for a wild ride through the city at midnight, where the two of you watch costumed crowds roam the streets. You pull out your phone to capture the scene, but he nudges it down.

“Forget the photos,” he says, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel. “Some things, you gotta see for yourself.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What, like you?”

Jake chuckles, eyes flicking to you. “Exactly.” He slows down, the car idling under a streetlight. “Want to do something that’ll really give us a thrill?”

Your eyes widen. “What do you have in mind?”

He smirks, tapping the steering wheel. “Trust me. I’ve got a few tricks.”

Anselm Vogelweide:

Anselm has his own idea of Halloween—a bit unconventional. He takes you to a dingy jazz club, far from any typical Halloween crowd. As you both settle in, he orders two drinks and raises his glass.

“To... not being anywhere near a bunch of fake monsters,” he murmurs dryly.

You clink glasses, laughing. “So, not a fan of Halloween?”

He shrugs, a faint grin pulling at his lips. “Why pretend to be something you’re not? Reality’s scarier than any costume.”

Blue Jones:

Halloween with Blue is an extravagant affair. He insists on going to an exclusive masquerade ball, and you find yourself in an elegant costume that he’s carefully chosen.

“You’re quite the mystery tonight,” you tease, as you both dance in the candlelit hall.

He smirks, his eyes glinting behind his mask. “Tonight, all eyes are on you, sweetheart.”

As you dance, he leans in close. “Tell me, do you really think anyone else here can match up to me?”

You laugh, knowing exactly what he’s doing. “You really don’t have to worry.”

“I know,” he replies smoothly, his arm tightening around your waist. “But it’s more fun to make sure.”

Poe Dameron:

Poe is all about the thrill of Halloween, and he suggests a late-night ghost tour at a supposedly haunted location. As you walk through the eerie surroundings, he stays close by, casting playful glances your way.

“Alright,” he grins, “if you see anything spooky, just scream, and I’ll heroically save you.”

You roll your eyes. “Pretty sure I could handle a ghost myself, Poe.”

He laughs. “Oh, so you’re the tough one tonight?”

“Guess so,” you reply, smirking. “Maybe I’ll be the one saving you.”

Poe’s laughter echoes in the quiet as he wraps an arm around you. “Alright, hero, lead the way. But I reserve the right to hide behind you if things get intense.”

Santiago Garcia:

Pope keeps it low-key, but he suggests exploring an old, rumored-to-be-haunted trail. Walking side by side under the moonlight, he keeps you talking, subtly checking the surroundings.

“So, what’s your take on ghosts?” he asks, giving you a sideways glance.

You shrug. “I think they’re probably out there… somewhere.”

He nods, pretending to be deep in thought. “You know, if we see one, you’ve got to be the brave one.”

You laugh. “What, the tough ex-soldier needs protection?”

“Hey, I never said I was scared,” he teases, nudging you. “Just wouldn’t want them getting in the way of our night.”

Nathan Bateman:

Nathan’s Halloween style is an intellectual one. He invites you over to his house for a horror movie marathon, accompanied by his very strong opinions on everything you watch.

During a jump scare, you flinch, and he raises an eyebrow. “Scared?”

You play it off. “No, just… surprised.”

He chuckles, leaning back. “Look, most of this stuff is laughable if you think about it. The real horror? The way humans mess with things they don’t understand.”

You smirk. “Like you?”

“Exactly,” he replies, a devilish glint in his eye. “Welcome to the scariest place of all—my mind.”

Jonathan Levy:

Jonathan is surprisingly sweet about Halloween. He plans a cozy night in with you, pumpkin carving and Halloween treats included. As he carefully carves a pumpkin, you try to match his focus but end up making a mess.

He laughs, shaking his head. “Here, let me help. You’re... definitely not doing this right.”

You hand over your pumpkin. “Fine, but don’t judge my carving skills.”

He grins, working quickly. “Wouldn’t dream of it. But next time, maybe we’ll pick something less… complicated.”

You both laugh as he finishes the pumpkin, the warm glow of the candle inside casting shadows across the room.

[cervidaewasteland]

Vampire Hozier…that’s all I gotta say lmfao 😭🙌

a month later and its finally here !!!

Howl

Summary: A series of late night walks lead you to the porch of someone quite strange

Warnings: standard vampire things. f!reader, a tiny bit suggestive but you have to squint

Word Count: 3,489

It was highly unusual for you to even consider venturing out at night. You had always been a socially anxious person, only going out when absolutely necessary. Your job allowed for it–working from home had been a welcome change as of late. It was nearing midnight, and on any other night you would have been asleep, but there you were. Walking down the quiet streets—no destination in mind really, just walking. 

You weren’t quite sure what had compelled you to climb out of bed and leave the safety of your home. Maybe you had become bored of being inside all the time. But even then, why now? When it was dark, and the shadows seemed to lap at your heels, threatening to consume you if you paused even momentarily. You shivered as a light breeze passed by, kicking up your hair and spurring you to move faster. Even with the cold and the dark, you didn’t want to go home just yet. Something was urging you to keep going. 

Finding yourself on an unfamiliar street, you finally did stop. You glanced around for a moment, scanning the street signs, dimly lit by the lamps scattered around. Burrows Drive. You had no idea where you were. With a sigh, you turned around, hoping you could go back the way you came—but the street seemed to stretch on indefinitely, almost twisting. Not the same street you had come up. You looked around again, confusion etched on your face. Were you really that tired? Forced into delirium by your exhaustion? With a sigh, you decided to attempt to find your way home, glancing up every so often at street signs, hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar waymarker. It felt like you had walked for hours before the silence finally broke. 

It wasn’t much. Just the click of a door shutting. Your head shot up towards the noise, and your eyes fell upon an entirely intimidating house. It almost seemed to whisper at you, beckoning you closer despite the immensity of it. You froze where you stood on the dark street, staring at the door. Painted black, finish sheening under the hesitant moonlight. It seemed like even the sky was afraid of the looming house. But, despite yourself, you took a step forward. 

However, you quickly changed your mind, cursing your own foolishness and hurting back down the street. Eventually, you did find yourself at home somehow, despite not having recognized the route home. It was nearing sunrise now, though, and that sense of unusual longing for something you couldn’t place had long left you. So you went inside, and you crawled back into bed, hoping to get some sleep before you had to be up for work. 

The rest of your day went mostly as usual. You had almost forgotten about the strange happenings of the night before, losing yourself in your chores and the demands of your job. It wasn’t until sundown that you began to feel strange again. Restless, almost. Like there was some primal need in your chest for something you couldn’t put into words. 

So you set out on another night walk. Maybe you won't get lost this time. Subconsciously, you found your feet carrying you down the same street they had the night before, and before you knew it, you were back at the house. The shadowy, looming house that really should scare you but instead invites you closer. And despite every instinct, you walked up the front porch steps. You were unsure of what it was that gave you the courage to knock, but you did, and just as soon, the door opened. 

The man standing in the doorway was almost intimidating at first—tall, curly brown hair framing his face and falling down to his shoulders, surely confused on why you’re knocking at his door when it’s so late. The more you looked at him, though, the less scary he seemed. He studied your face for a moment before speaking, brow furrowed. 

“Ehm… hello?” You had fully expected him to sound a bit confused. Hell, you were confused too. What exactly had you been thinking when you knocked on the door? Had you been thinking at all, or was it some sort of episode that pulled you to do so?

“Uh…. Hi.” You didn’t quite smile—just a slight, awkward quirk of your lip. You began to pick at the skin around your fingernails, unsure of what to say to explain yourself. What could you say? “Sorry for knocking on your door for no reason, I know it’s mighty late but I felt spiritually drawn to it.” Right. No. You'd sound like a lunatic. So you made something up instead.

“Is there something I can help you with?” The man seemed just as anxious as you were when the question came past his lips. You nodded, quickly thinking up a response. 

“Yes, uhm- I was just out on a walk, I was relying on my phone for directions and things but uhm- it died. Would you mind if I could charge it for a minute?” You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you waited for a response. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. Your phone was dead. You had been using it to play music, and after it had died you hadn’t bothered heading home. You supposed it was fate then that you ended up on this stranger's doorstep. 

“Oh, uh.. right. Sure.” He awkwardly stepped aside to let you inside, and hesitantly, you went. He shut the door behind you both and led you out of the strangely decorated foyer to the kitchen. The house seemed Victorian almost—just a few centuries behind the rest of the world, perhaps. The shelves were cluttered with trinkets and charms, none of them seeming to have any relation to another. You didn’t focus on it too much, though. You were already plenty embarrassed, and were more focused on getting your phone charged just enough to excuse yourself to go back home. 

He sat down with you at the dining table while you plugged your phone in, staying mostly silent. You didn’t look at him, but you could sense his eyes on you, watching your every move. After a few minutes, he finally did speak. 

“I’m Andrew, by the way.” You glanced up at him, nodding and telling him your own name. Both of you were quiet again after that, his fingers tapping insistently on the table. 

Finally, after what seemed like hours, your phone turned on. You waited for it to get to 10% before unplugging it, standing up and grabbing your bag. 

“Leaving so soon?”

His question startled you. You furrowed your brow, looking up at him. “Oh, uhm- yes. I should get home. It’s rather late.” He smiled, and some part of you felt drawn to him, almost wanting to stay. You pushed it down, though, allowing him to lead you to the front door. 

“It was nice to meet you.” His hand lingered on your lower back as he opened the door for you. Your heart began to race, blood rushing to your cheeks. “Feel free to stop by whenever you like.”

“Right. I will. Uhm- thank you, again.” You hesitated as you pulled away, smiling politely and stepping back out into the night. 

☽⭒✵⭒☾

The week had been dragging on, it seemed. It was finally Friday, and still the sun hung high in the sky, taunting you. You sat at your work desk, mindlessly replying to emails and wishing it was time to clock out. A few stray clouds skittered across an otherwise clear blue sky. It was one of those rare nice days, where the sun would beat down on you through the windows in your office, warming the space in a way that was usually quite pleasant. The clicking of your keyboard had begun to give you a headache. Was this really how you were doomed to spend the rest of your life? Stuck behind a desktop?

An eternity passed, and you were finally able to leave your chair, stretching the tightness out of your back and leaving the office. The sun had begun to set at that point, golden hour painting your home in a radiant glow. You trudged down the hall to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water, and suddenly, you had the urge to take a walk. You hadn’t ventured out since that last meeting with Andrew, having made the decision not to pop by like he had suggested. Something about that night felt… off, to you. Like you had somehow narrowly escaped some sort of vicious end. 

But anyway, you pulled on your jacket and your shoes and left the house, sure to lock the door behind you. You took a different route than you had the week before, eventually finding yourself on a charming trail belonging to the forest near your home. You hadn’t noticed, but it had started to get dark. Eerily dark. It almost seemed as if the trees were sucking you in, adopting you to the shadows in which they resided. When you did notice this, however, you had lost the trail. 

Anxious, you turned around, attempting to go back the way you’d come; but the forest seemed to twist around you, leading you in circles and preventing you from reaching the exit. Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest, that familiar preyish panic rising up in you. And so you started to run, hoping that if you went fast enough you’d reach the forest's edge. The trees grew thicker around you, forcing you to slow down, and in your exhaustion you stopped completely to catch your breath. 

You heard the leaves rustle behind you, and goosebumps covered your body. for a moment, you were sure you had imagined the noise, but then it came again and you started to run once more. WIth how dense the forest was, you were hardly able to dodge the branches. Your breath came in heavy, labored pants, lungs burning in your chest. You wanted so badly to stop, but something in you knew that if you did you would surely be subjecting yourself to something you didn’t even want to imagine. 

A particularly thick tree root caught your foot, and you fell, unable to brace yourself before the side of your head hit the cold forest floor. 

☽⭒✵⭒☾

The first thing you felt upon waking was the blaring heat of the fire in front of you. Your eyes opened just barely, the crackling orange flame too bright for you to register anything else around it. You almost wanted to go back to sleep, but then you remembered—hadn’t you been out on a walk?

You pushed yourself into a sitting position, hands against the cool leather couch beneath you. The room you were in was quiet, save for the crackling of the fireplace. It’s dark, but after a moment your eyes adjust, and you notice the window across the room, looking out on an inky black sky, lit only by the full moon. The room felt familiar somehow. You were sure you had seen it somewhere…

“Oh! You’re awake.” You jumped at the sound of the voice, looking up to see Andrew stepping into the room with a stamping mug in his hands. The faint smell of chamomile flooded your senses, an unnatural calmness washing over you. 

“Andrew?” You rubbed your forehead, trying to rid yourself of the throbbing pain that was sitting just behind it. “Why am I here?”

“Ehm, I saw you out walking a few hours ago. You went down that little forest trail just down the road, and when you didn’t come back for a while I got worried. I found you out in the woods unconscious, and I wasn’t sure where you lived so I figured I’d bring you back here. I hope that's okay.” He held the mug out to you, and you graciously took it, nodding slightly. You sipped the tea while you tried to think of a response, wondering why you couldn’t remember what had happened. 

“Okay,” you murmured as you set the mug down on the coffee table. The room seemed brighter now somehow, like Andrew had managed to bring his own glow into the space. 

“Do you mind if I sit with you?”

“Oh, not at all.” 

He settled on the couch next to you, and for a minute you were both quiet. 

“Would you like me to walk you home? It’s rather late.”

You thought for a moment before responding, weighing your options. Sure, some primal part of you seemed to be in fight or flight mode whenever you were near him, but he had rescued you from freezing to death in the middle of the woods. How bad could he really be? 

“Would it be too much trouble for me to stay here for the night? Just until morning, and then you can take me home. I doubt either of us want to be walking this late.” 

Andrew hummed, nodding and relaxing slightly into the cushions. “That sounds lovely. It’s not too late. Would you like a drink?”

You glance down at the still-full mug of tea on the coffee table and nod. A drink didn’t sound bad. It would help you relax at least. 

Twenty minutes later, you were on your second glass of wine—definitely loosened up. Andrew had turned out to be much better company than you had originally thought. The alcohol seemed to break through the outer shell of anxiety. He was sweet, too. Really sweet. You found your gaze lingering on his lips for just a moment too long, your thoughts teasing the idea of how they would feel against your own. 

“-are you even listening?”

You look up, a little wide eyed. The truth was, you really hadn’t been listening. But you didn’t want to seem rude, so you lied. “No, I was. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” He smirked, leaning towards you. You felt blood start to rush to your face. 

“Yes, I’m sure. Something about your garden.”

He hummed, leaning back again. “Well, I guess you were. I think there’s been a raccoon breaking into the greenhouse or something. I can’t seem to keep anything alive.” He sighed. “Or maybe I don’t have as much of a green thumb as I thought. The flowers seem to be doing just fine, though.”

He had been rambling on like this for a while now, jumping from topic to topic. it didn’t seem like he could stay focused on one thing for more than five minutes. 

“What about you?” He moved a little closer to you, his knee now brushing against your own. “You’ve been quiet all night.”

“Oh- well, there isn’t much to say, I guess. My life isn’t too exciting.” You bring your glass up to your lips, hoping to buy yourself more time to think of something to say. 

“Nonsense. There must be something. What do you do in your free time?” He set his own glass—it had been empty for a while now—down on the coffee table, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. You didn’t mind the touch. In fact, it was welcomed. 

“I read mostly.” You rested your glass against your knee. 

“What do you read?”

“A bit of everything, I suppose.”

“You’re quite the enigma, aren’t you?”

“Well, I could say the same about you.”

Both of you are quiet for a moment, staring at each other. 

“Would you come to bed with me?” His question caught you off guard with how bold it was. He hadn’t so far seemed the type to ask such a thing. Regardless, you found yourself nodding softly, setting your own glass down and accepting his hand as he helped you off the couch. 

You had expected for the rest of the night to go a certain way—something involving the removal of clothes—but once you got to his bedroom, he simply asked you to lay down with him. And you agreed—at first just not wanting to seem rude, but after a while you relaxed on the mattress beside him, shifting slightly to lay your head on his chest. 

“You’re very warm,” he said softly after a while, his fingers brushing through your hair. You nodded. The truth was, you were exhausted. That walk and subsequential running and passing out in the woods hadn’t done good things for your energy levels. Andrew held you a little closer, a little tighter in his arms. You felt yourself begin to drift in and out of consciousness, lost in a state of half-dreaming. You felt Andrew shift beside you every so often, but only really noticed when he buried his face against your neck. 

“Andrew… what’re you doing?” You groan, blinking the exhaustion out of your eyes. He just hummed, rolling you more onto your back and holding you down with his hips. 

“Nothing. You smell good.”

“What?” You woke up a little more then, halfheartedly attempting to push him away. He didn’t budge, not even seeming to notice your hands on his chest. He nipped slightly at your neck, his face hot against your skin. “Andrew, stop it.”

He sat up a little then to look you in the face. His pupils were blown, eyes almost black, glinting against the faint moonlight coming in through the sheer curtains. Something in his expression made your stomach turn—you weren’t sure if it was out of fear or excitement. Was there really any difference, anyway?

“I- I suppose there’s something I’ve been… neglecting to tell you.” His hand came up to rest on the side of your neck, fingers dancing across your skin. “You see, I’m not exactly human.”

Your breath hitched slightly, but he gave you no chance to respond, leaning back down to kiss the center of your throat. He grabbed your hips, keeping you still as he opened his mouth ever so slightly, sharpened fangs catching against your skin. A soft whimper escaped your lips, your hands moving to his shoulders, pushing him back slightly. 

“Andrew, wait,” you breathed. He pulled away to look at you, concern etched on his face. 

“What’s wrong? I won’t hurt you.” His thumbs rubbed softly against the exposed skin beneath the hem of your shirt, soothing your nerves ever so slightly. 

“Are you sure?” You studied his expression, searching for any hint of deceit or ill intent—you found none. 

“I’m sure, lovely.” He leaned down, pressing a few reverent kisses against your jaw. “I promise.”

You relaxed then, only slightly. His touch remained gentle, face remaining pressed against your neck. It was clear he wanted something. You weren’t yet sure if you wanted to give it to him. He seemed to sense your hesitance, stilling against you. 

“You’ll hardly feel it. I promise you.”

“Will it kill me?”

He barked out a laugh at that, looking at you once more. “Kill you? No, of course not. Do I really seem that sinister?” You felt your cheeks go red, suddenly embarrassed. 

“Well- no, I suppose not. I’m not sure, Andrew. I haven’t exactly met very many vampires.” 

He hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before returning your attention to your neck. He nipped slightly at the skin below your jaw, not yet drawing blood. “I need your permission first,” he prompted. 

“Really? Well, maybe I’ll make you wait, then.”

Andrew let out a groan of frustration, burying himself further against you. “Please?” He whimpered, his voice muffled against your skin. 

You thought for a moment, a teasing smirk on your face. “Hm. Fine. Be careful.”

The feeling was shocking at first. He wasted no time in sinking his teeth into the side of your throat, one hand cradling your cheek and the other on your hip. He had told the truth—it didn’t hurt, exactly. In fact, it felt a little good. Your chest began to heave with each breath, adrenaline flooding your veins. 

“Andrew-” his name came out a breathless plea. He growled against you, teeth digging deeper into your neck. You whined in response, squirming beneath him. His grip on your hip tightened, keeping you still. 

After a moment, he stilled, pulling away and lapping at the bleeding wound above your collarbone. Once he was pleased with his cleaning of the puncture, he cupped your face in his palms, looking at you intently. Your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion taking over you. 

“Are you alright?” He whispered, settling himself beside you. You nodded, and he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his side. You nestled into him, already on the verge of sleep as his hand rubbed soothing circles against your back. 

“Get some rest.” He pressed a kiss to your hair. “We’ll talk more in the morning, hm? For now, you need to get your energy back.” You nodded one last time before drifting off to sleep. 

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[squishytenya]

choose your own path <3

pairings - readers choice x gn!reader

warnings - forced proximity quirk, crying, quirk accidents, exact warnings on each character post (each character's chapter will be linked at the bottom of this post when they are written)

welcome! I've kind of always wanted to do one of these so here it is! it's kind of soulmate au inspired and each of the choices is based on a popular romance novel trope :) hope you enjoy

I have a few specific characters planned for each imagine but if there is any you would like to see - lmk and I'll write it <3

The dust flew up around your face, sitting thick in your throat and causing you to force out a cough. This was certainly not how this was supposed to go. A simple patrol, one of your first since becoming a pro, it was supposed to be nothing more than dealing with a few muggings. Instead, the shrill cries of a young girl had pierced through the night. You and your partner had shared matching looks and flown down the street as fast as you could towards the noise with your hearts racing.

As it turns out, it was not the girl you would be saving. The screaming changed as you grew closer - morphing from fear to frustration and a hint of anger. Well, as much anger as a tiny five year olds body could muster. She was running frantically around, tripping on the rubble that she had somehow pulled up from the ground with her tantrum. And she seemed to be… tapping people? Not slapping per say but placing her tiny hands on people anywhere she could reach. Every time she placed her small palm on another person's skin, her little shoulders dropped in what you realised was relief. Unfortunately, the people she had tapped in her frenzy seemed to absorb the pain. Within seconds, almost everyone in the crowd around her had been sent to their knees, groaning in agony.

You shared a look with your partner and nodded at them - stepping towards the volatile child. 

“Hey sweetie, it’s okay” you attempted to comfort her apprehensively. 

 “what’s your name?”

There was no indication, to your shock, that anyone else had tried to even converse with the toddler. The way she froze in her movements caused you to step back, until she turned her gaze on you and her brown eyes filled with tears. Her trembling body made your heart ache. Obviously, this was some kind of late quirk manifestation that had taken the poor girl by surprise. Yet, you still couldn’t understand why nobody seemed to want to get near her. 

That was, until you noticed a pale yellow glow emitting from her palms. The young girl seemed to be just as panicked at this as you felt and started to move, as if to shake the glow from her palms. Her futile attempts only caused her breathing to pick up its pace again and she stumbled.

“We can help you” you spoke soft and slow, gesturing to your partner, “you just gotta come here okay? Tell me what's got you so worked up”

The brunette girl sniffled, rubbing her face with her glowing palms. Pain curled in your chest at the sorry sight. Reaching forward, you moved your hand onto her shoulder and gripped it softly. It had been taught to you in training that younger civilians reacted well to physical contact, as it often reminded them of their parents. Not that you had paid much attention in that section of class, but you did remember some useful things. You would have to thank midnight for the tip once this is over. 

Wailing, she curled in on herself and her head rolled back. Tear-filled eyes bore into yours and she started stuttering out apologies, the soft yellow glow growing more intense. The light emitting from her hands seemed to heat up as it intensified and the air around it started wobbling like the sun on a hot day. Squinting, you moved towards her to attempt to stop her touching another person. It didn’t seem to cause too many issues but you needed to keep the public away from the girl’s grasp until you knew the full extent of her quirk. 

“I’m sorry” she screamed, in obvious pain now

“Sorry- I can’t stop it! It hurts! Want it to stop” 

Before you could stop her, she reached towards your arm with her glowing fingertips outstretched. Your partner let out a shocked sound and shot forward towards the two of you. 

It was no use, her tiny hand closed around the exposed skin of your wrist. 

And… nothing. 

Reaching behind you, you waved your frantic partner off. It wasn’t that bad, just a bit of heat. Certainly, the civilians around you were just reacting dramatically to the heat emanating from the little girl's hands. A slight tingle, sure, but nothing more than that. Honestly, you didn’t know what the other people in the area were making such a fuss about. It could probably be explained as a small energy quirk mixed with growing pains. It happened to the best of you. 

You smiled warmly at the young girl again, despite your heart pounding in your chest. Oddly enough, light and that warping heat still remained on the hand that hadn’t touched you. Hmm you thought, maybe the quirk separates in her body? The girl's squirming seemed to confirm your theory - not quite the agonising pain you had witnessed a few seconds earlier, but definitely not comfortable to her. 

Once again, your partner stood beside you and quirked an eyebrow. You shrugged in response. 

“I don’t know what the big deal is, it was a bit warm but that’s pretty much it” you explained. 

“No!” the young girl in your arms protested, “it doesn’t work like that-”

Your partner, shocked by her sudden outburst, moved closer to you. His action seemed to shock the girl huddled in your embrace and she reached towards his chest with her glowing hand. The entirety of her hand pushed against his chest, sending him reeling back at her surprising strength. Your eyebrows almost hit your hairline. That was certainly ammo to tease him with later on in your patrol, you thought to yourself. 

Blinking, you set her on the ground. The warmth emanating from your wrist sharpened, causing you to clench your fist and shake your arm. The attempt to lessen the feeling proved futile. Burning sensations travelled up your arm, engulfing the rest of your body in the curling flame. You grunted as the scorching heat flowed through you like a flow of lava in your veins. Gripping your chest now as the burning seemed to swirl around your heart, you glanced over to your patrol partner and observed he seemed to be fairing the same way you did. 

Desperately, you reached for your radio, dropping the now hysterical girl to the ground as gently as you could. Murmurs picked up in the crowd around you, obviously shocked at the immediate effect of the quirk. The metal of your radio was a cool relief against your feverish skin. 

You gasped when the receiver crackled to life. 

“Help requested” you almost sobbed, “two down in the market square… there’s been a quirk incident - we need help”

Bursts of the flame sensation flickered up to your head at this point. It felt like your whole torso had been set on fire. Sinking to your knees, you grasped your head in your hands and bit back a scream. Your chest heaved under the strain. Frantically, you gestured for the crowd to move away from you and your partner but made no attempt to move closer across to him.

“Ayami!” came a frantic voice from across the clearing. 

“Mommy!”

“Sweetie, what have you done?”

“It was an accident” the little girl was in tears now and you reached to comfort her in earnest. 

Not getting far, you clutched your hand to your chest as the flame feeling engulfed your eyes - spreading bright yellow into your vision. The young girl's cries were still ringing in your head as your eyes closed and you hit the cold ground. 

-

Your head was swimming. There was no way of telling how long you had been out but your body held the same exhaustion as it did when a fever had just broken. The light above you was industrial and way, way too bright for your very tired eyes. 

“They’re awake”

You grunted. 

“Wish I wasn’t”

A familiar snort rang out across the space you were in. 

“At least we can rule out a change in their charming personality.”

“Fuck off Katsuki” 

You raised your middle finger in the general direction of the comment, eliciting a snort once again. You supposed you had to get up and face the world at some point. If you were safely in hospital, it most likely meant that the young girl from the night before had been contained. 

“The girl,” you murmured, “she okay?”

The person next to you (mina, you assumed by the smell of her perfume) kissed their teeth - a less than comforting noise. You groaned again, this would probably require way more paperwork from you than you were prepared to do right now.

“Yeah, she’s fine - the old lady’s got something to tell you though.”

–

“You’re shitting me right?”

Recovery girl cast you a look over the rim of her glasses. Cringing, you began to apologise to the smaller woman but she cut you off. 

“I’m sorry to tell you, but you will have to remain close to him” she explained, “we don’t know when the quirks effect will wear off, none of the civilians are back to normal yet”

You huffed, crossing your arms against your chest. This was just your luck really, exactly what you needed after a week of night shift patrols and shitty takeout dinner. The poor girl in the street had some kind of tethering quirk, none of the civilians hit had been able to separate themselves from each other for longer than five minutes without that burning sensation coming back full force. Each time she touched someone with one other hands, whoever she touched with the other was stuck with them until someone could figure this quirk out. 

They’d been essentially sorted into pairs by the girl’s quirk. Like the game snap! Your brain helpfully supplied. The maximum distance they could go without hurting each other was a mere 8 feet. 

8 feet was not enough space for you. 

You and your partner had only patrolled together twice and now you were stuck within a room's distance of him the whole time. Sure, it was better than whatever that feeling was - but you were less than happy about it. 

Knock knock. 

Speak of the devil and he appears. You knew he was due to come in because the warm, mildly painful, tingle had started up again on the same wrist. Brilliant, this is my life now. 

You looked up and made eye contact with your partner… 

bakugou part one // part two

[pumpkinsy0]

U got any curtis gang new yrs hcs??

unfortunately they wont leave my mind, so yes i do

•look im basing this off of me cause its sm fun to do, but when its nearing 12am, pony likes to put on a song that he RLLY liked that year, like its carrying him into the new year, its comforting!!! usually near that time u wont find him in the living room, but alone either outside or in his room

•soda gets suupperrr sentimental, hes the friend going around telling u how much u meant to him that year, he has NOOOO shame about it, hes a lover what can he say

•dallas doesnt attend their new years party, believe it or not hes not the HUGEST fan of parties he never stays for the full amount of one, if he does go to the house, he stays for 30 minutes before running away and the gang doesnt see him till the 3rd of january, nobody knows what he does or goes, but he always comes back so its whatever

•johnny and pony have a thing where they either fistbump at midnight or blow those party horns at each others face!! they would always bet on who would get a midnight kiss bonus money if they guessed who it would b w

•YES, steve and soda have been each others midnight kiss btw, u could take this as romantic or not bc it was never on the lips, only like forehead or something “as a joke”🙄

•i dont think steve is that much of a party animal, at least for a new years party, he has a habit of going outside, watching illegal fireworks that really should classify as bombs while thinking about his life and throwing party snaps on the ground, then going back inside to live it up so he doesnt get too sad blah blah blah repeat. he gives the rest of the party snaps to pony and johnny

•the curtis gang will leave up christmas decorations for MONTHS, they dont rlly buy new decorations. two bit however loves to take the mistletoe down to put it in a new place and annoy surprise everyone by screaming whos under it

•the gang wuestion dally on the times square ball drop a lot, hes went ONCE and will always rant about how stupid and annoying it is, he says its like top 3 worst new years ever bc of how cramped it was but the gang will notttt believe him, they think hes just being grumpy

•u can expect to hear allllll of darrys new years resolutions bc hes making some for himself AND the gang, u leave trash on the floor and he passive aggressively suggest a new years resolution for u to throw it out😭ill tell u what tho he follows through on his resolutions for the most part u gotta commend him

•when i think of johnny and new years i think of tyler the creator being upset that he was making a stupid ass sandwich into the new year

•alternatively when i think of two bit and new years i think of camilla cabeo??? i think it was???? and her tweets for new hears where shes like “i havent showered since last year” and she was doing it consecutively each new years

•mrs curtis made this tradition to take a new years picture each new years and the gang WILL keep that alive!!! they choose one person from the gang to keep the photo forevveerrr and everrrrr

•the gang also makes a time capsule!! this was something they didnwhen they were wayyy younger but some of the gang still make it, althought there is this one time capsule literally EVERYONE forgot where it was buried so its just somewhere chillin in the backyard</33

•do u guys think they would drive over to the curtis parents’ graves and hang w em for a bit, pouring alcohol and soda to commemorate em,,,i think so,,,,theyd do the same for dally and johnny

[fandomnerd9602]

Square Dance: Promenade

Part Three of Square Dance Series

Country!Wanda x Male Reader

How could time be so cruel? You had fallen in love with your best friend's sister, shared your first kiss together, and all in the span of a couple days. You didn't think it was possible. But now that week vacation was coming to an end.

You almost dreaded it now. Soon the corporate cogs would swallow you back in its mechanical grip and you'd have to leave the Maximoff homestead for who knows how long.

It was the day before you had to leave when Wanda approached you in the early morning, "I wanna have a date with you, city boy"

"A date?"

"Yeah a day date" she smiled at you with that thousand watt smile.

You and Wanda spent the entire day on the town. Piet and Crystal joined you for lunch at the local diner. It felt lively, it felt energetic. It felt like home with the Maximoffs.

You and Wanda explored the downtown area, rode horses together. You listened to Dolly Parton records at the local record shop. You even filmed one of her strumming sessions and taught her how to post it online.

But the sun was like a harsh hourglass as the evening drew. You understood that your time on the Maximoff homestead was nearing its end. You sat out on the porch, just trying to take in the setting sun one last time.

“I gotta go” Piet exclaimed gruffly that evening, walking out to you, “crystal needs me at…umm…the thing”

He looked to Wanda and she looked to you, giving you a little wink. And with that Piet left in his pick up truck.

You sat down on the porch, your eyes looked up to the nighttime sky. Wanda sat next to you with her guitar.

“What you thinking, city boy?” She asked.

“The stars. They’re the same as the ones back in the city.”

“Tell ya what. As long as you’re looking up at them stars, so will I. And I’ll always think of you”

“Deal. I’ll always think of you too.” The two of you made that silent promise. Wanda gave you a sad smile and began to strum on her guitar.

(Bless the Broken Road [Acoustic] - Rascal Flatts)

I set out on a narrow way many years ago

Hoping I would find true love along the broken road

But I got lost a time or two

Wiped my brow and kept pushing through

I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

The two of you just gazed out to the stars. The eternal midnight promise of your love for one another. As long as you could see the stars, you’d think of your country girl.

That every long lost dream led me to where you are

Others who broke my heart, they were like Northern stars

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you

Wanda leaned her head against your shoulder. “We’ll find our way back to each other”

“I hope so” you said, your heart heavy with grief.

“Come on,” she got up from her spot on the porch. “Let’s get some viddles”

“Viddles?” You asked.

Turns out it’s just another word for food around the area. Wanda and you settled into having one last meal together before tomorrow. She insisted on cooking. “Alright darling” she said as she slid the plate across the table to you, “eat up!”

You noticed how she took a little bit of your meal on her thumb and then licked it clean off. How you wished you could kiss her and suck on those plump beautiful ruby red lips of hers. And then she sat down across from you with her own plate.

"Go on" she chuckled, "eat up"

You took a bite of the steak and eggs set before you. Wanda's whole demeanor was anticipation, just waiting for your reaction. The second the bit of steak hit your lips, it was like food nirvana. A tiny moan escaped your lips. A mischievous smile made its way across Wanda's eyes and lips like a cat who finally caught its mouse.

"You like it?" she asked with a hint of mischief.

"Love it. Best steak I've had in a long time" you smiled back.

"Good" she giggles, "I like the sound you made," she gives you a little wink. You couldn't help but blush.

"So what happens now?"

"No matter what" she whispered, "I'm glad I got to spend this week with you. I ain't ever gonna forget about you."

"You're gonna go far, Wanda" you took her hand, "you're gonna forget about me when you up there, on the stage, touring. With your millions of fans"

"Aw shoot," she giggled, "I don't think a million and one fans could ever make me forget about you"

The two of you just sat there in silence. You didn't want this night to end. If there was some way to stretch it on into infinity you wished you could. You just wanted to spend it with Wanda.

"I-I'm gonna go wash up." She offered a sad smile. And then got up.

It left you wondering. Was the corporate world really what you wanted? You had the most wonderful gal in your arms one moment and the next she would be gone.

You wandered the hallway. The sound of the shower had died out awhile back. You just walked right up to Wanda's bedroom door. She was probably asleep by then.

All you wanted to do was going into her room and hold her tight. But you understood it was better this way. You were of two separate worlds. Two ships that were passing in the harbor at the same time. You could never ask her to give up her tour just to stay with you in the city.

“I’m sorry Wanda” you whispered to her door before leaving.

You walked into your room to grab a towel for your own shower and came face to face with a sight that both surprised and delighted you.

There she was, a goddess among mortals, the bedsheet tucked under her arms. Your country girl was looking at you with those doe like eyes filled with love and desire for you. Her hair still damp with water. She was stark naked and beautiful as ever, only covered by that gossamer sheet.

“We only got tonight, city boy” she said softly. “And I wanna spend it with you”

You were left dumbfounded, but in the best possible way.

“So…” she asked with a smirk, “you just gonna admire the view or you wanna ride?”

You smiled and took off your shirt before joining her in your bed. If tonight was all you two had, then you make it last as long as possible.

You got under the covers. Wanda reached up and began kissing you once, twice. She giggled as she switched positions with you and straddled your waist, letting the bed sheet fall away.

"My city boy" she giggled before allowing you and her to become lost in the infinite moment, two hearts becoming one.

To Be Concluded…

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[i-am-too-sick]

5 times Quinn was sick for his birthday

2.)

Quinn burped over the toilet bowl, squeezing his eyes shut rather than watching how the vibrations caused the water below him to ripple.

"O-Ohhh, I don't feel good..." he moaned, wrapping his arm around his aching stomach.

He'd been propped up beside the toilet for what felt like hours, waiting for the moment his nausea evolved into something more. He'd left the bathroom only once to retrieve his phone, hoping for any type of distraction while he prepped himself for the inevitable.

A quick glance at the time showed that it was nearing midnight. Merry Christmas, right? This was the worst; he was sick, he was alone, and he surely didn't have any reason to be celebrating.

A sharp cramp rippled through his stomach and he heaved, though he brought up nothing but air and bitter-tasting saliva.

He closed his eyes and rested his cheek on the lip of the seat. The coolness made him suspect that maybe he was running a fever. He considered giving up and just going to bed, after all, he hadn't actually thrown up and it had been forever.

But the thought of getting up right now, or worse, actually going to bed, and then not making it back to the bathroom when he did have to puke, even when all he'd managed at this point was pathetic dry heaves, kept him firmly glued in place.

He hadn't realized he'd started nodding off until he was startled from his impromptu nap by the shrill sound of his phone ringing. The sound echoed off the tiled walls and made his head spin, but somehow he still felt a little lighter when he saw Toby's name flashing on the screen.

He swiped to answer and immediately heard a chorus of singing on the other end.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Quinn! Happy birthday to—hey, are you there?"

Quinn bit back a groan. As nice as it was to hear Toby's voice, and even to get a birthday wish from him at the stroke of midnight, Quinn just wasn't in the mood for any of it. "Yeah," he croaked. "Thanks for that, babe."

"Q? You sound awful."

This time Quinn allowed himself a groan, reacting as his stomach did a nauseating somersault. He swallowed thickly. "I feel awful."

There was a sympathetic sound over the receiver. "Do you need me to come home?"

Quinn sat bolt upright, caught off guard by the suggestion. "No, no, no! Toby, no, don't you dare." He took a breath in through his nose, doing his best to will the nausea away. Unfortunately, it wasn't working. "It's probably just an occupational hazard. I'm sure it'll run its course in 24 to 48 hours," he added, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

"I don't know," Toby replied skeptically. "You sound miserable."

"I'm so nauseous." He muffled a belch into hie fist, hoping Toby couldn't hear over the phone. "I think I'll feel better once I—hic—can get it out of my system."

He screwed his eyes shut, his throat tightening with an impending heave. He tried swallowing, gagging slightly on the thick acidic saliva coating the inside of his mouth.

"I can come home," Toby tried again. "It'll only take a couple hours. My family would understand."

Quinn shook his head. "No," he said, his voice thick with nausea. "I'll be okay..."

"But Quinn, it's your birthday! And Christmas. And you're sick. You shouldn't be alone for any of that."

Quinn was only half-listening. His stomach was truly revolting now, the roiling gurgles actually starting to become painful. He felt another belch bubbling up in his chest, and somehow he knew this was the turning point.

He retched, head reeling. "Gotta g—" He fumbled blindly with his phone, hoping he managed to hang up before Toby heard anything disgusting.

He leaned forward, coughing harshly as acid burned his throat. He whimpered as another cramp seized his midsection, an audible gurgle from his belly finally forcing up a mouthful of sick.

His relief at the beginning of what he hoped would lead to an end was short-lived when he heaved again, a cascade of slurry vomit splashing into the water below.

A deep belch reverberated through his entire frame, bringing up another forceful wave of sick.

His phone rang. It was Toby again, but Quinn declined the call, even knowing Toby would just keep trying.

All this continued for an indefinite amount of time: puking, ringing, puking, declining, gasping for air before puking again. He wondered where all the sick was coming from, and once the retching tapered back into dry heaves, it was true that Quinn did feel marginally better.

His muscles ached something fierce, but that could easily be attributed to crouching forever on the hard bathroom floor. He reached for his phone, seeing that Toby had sent him a text about five minutes ago. He also had three missed calls.

Go to sleep, Quinn texted back. I'm ok. Just threw up.

The replying chime came through almost immediately. Not really the definition of FINE.

Quinn rolled his eyes, managing a weak smile. Bea's going to be mad if you're not awake to watch her open presents. Go to sleep.

He sent the message and immediately started typing another. I'm tired. I'll text in the morning.

There were several seconds where Quinn watched as Toby started typing, and then stopped, typed, and stopped. Finally, his text came through.

Happy birthday, Quinn.

Merry Christmas, Toby.

[joonkorre]

only this and nothing more

@drarrymicrofic prompt: raven. AO3

They meet at midnight, surrounded by gravestones and winter-shriveled trees upon which the ravens flock and the moon settles, bearing witness. Or in other words, they meet in the back of Draco’s house. Barn. Estate. Whichever applies.

“For this to succeed, you must promise me your firstborn,” he says. Between them, the single candle flame wavers and stretches as if meeting high wind. The tip of his knife (and before him: Gertrude’s, and Ingrid’s, and Rielle’s, and Annabeth’s) presses against his thumb at a perfect 45-degree angle. “How unfortunate, yes, but you’ve invoked the Old Law, thus you must play by the Old Law. I did send you the brochure—”

“Yeah, sure, that can work,” Potter says, casual as you please.

Draco’s brows threaten to jump. “Very well. If you have questions about legality, which is completely understandable, your lawyer can meet with mine.”

“Sure. But, sorry, gotta check,” Potter raises his pointer finger. “Just one?”

His arms lie folded on the burial vault of Clarence Hugh Beckett IV as though having a jolly little picnic at the park. Behind the candlelight, his eyes are void of any remnant of green. Rather, they shine golden.

By the time Draco has processed the meaning of those two words arranged in that particular sequence, Potter’s attention has transferred to a raven perched on Beckett’s gravestone. The regal thing lets out an ugly near-screech and flaps its wings. Potter nods at it with the same degree of severity.

Draco waves his knife near Potter’s line of sight, which is—well—not proper nor safe. But neither is the ritual they’re conducting. And it does the job, as Potter turns back to him at once. “Obviously. What did you expect, two?”

“I mean, if you want,” Potter shrugs, leaning forward on his elbows. “What about a third-born also? Rule of thirds or whatever the fuck. I heard good things come in threes. They’ll need a bigger house, but we’ll figure it out, won’t we.”

Draco blinks, then balks.

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t be,” Potter says. He smiles, a little daft-looking, and settles his chin on his fist. “Go on, continue.”

A couple of ravens screech this time.

[dooberific]

Hiiiiiii!! Can I ask for Harumasa x Reader angst? They are lovers and the reader is also Harumasa's colleague. Then the reader got commissioned(?) to fight hollows but she got stuck in that place and (idk if they went to fight hollows alone but for this request, they have like underlings(?) that would go with them for the mission) the people/fighters that the reader went with to the hollows came back heavily injured and Harumasa saw that the reader is not there with them. That is all hehe, it's up to you if you want the reader to be found or if they would be a hollow and Harumasa has to fight them knowing that that is the reader (I'm a sucker for angst)

Take your time doing this request and stay healthy, dear author!

Anon….who hurt you on Christmas? 😭. Hope this is close to what you were envisioning!

❝ 𝘚𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 ❞

harumasa x afab!reader

genre: hurt no comfort, major character death

summary: it was supposed to be a routine mission, now he’s left to pick up the pieces

wc: 2.3k

There was a ring cut to your size. A thin and silver little band that lacked grandiose ornamentation. Diamonds and frills were never your thing after all, he could still see the little quirk in your lips at the memory of your colleagues rushing in with stones so large you thought them better fit for paperweights than proclamations of their belonging to another under the banner of love and marriage. “Practicality above all else,” you had claimed some months ago, thumbing at the simple band around your index finger. Your late mother’s ring.

He hoped you were the sentimental kind, your voice warbled over the line from the outpost in his ear as he smiled. “I’m just saying to be careful is all.” He asserted, fingers running aimlessly over the silver band resting in his palm. Your initials and his were cut into the inside. 

It was supposed to be your day off, the first you had taken in several months, but when H.A.N.D phoned you that they needed your section of the HSO to assemble for a rescue mission after a Defense Force team had vanished inside of Hollow Zero, well….you didn’t get the luxury of saying no, even if you were the Chief. 

“When am I not careful? Remember which one of us you’re talking to here, Haru.” You chided, the smile on your face so present he could hear it change the lilt of your voice. 

“Right, right, I’m talking to my beautiful, kind, intelligent and all around perfect girlfriend~” Though he hoped that title would be changing very soon, as he held the ring up to the light, the sun filtering through the window of your shared apartment dancing enticingly over its surface. 

You giggled in his ear, the sound warming him to the soul. He could practically see the way the corners of your eyes wrinkled in delight.  “That’s much better.”

The interference in the background of the call amplified, faint callings of your name cutting through the static. You sounded disappointed. “Sorry Haru, I gotta go.”

“It’s okay baby, duty calls. Just try to be home for dinner.”

“Wouldn’t miss a date night for the world, you better not peek in the closet while I’m gone! I want that dress to be a pleasant surprise later.” 

You fell quiet again as you pulled the receiver away from your mouth, yelling a response into the background. “They’re about to have an aneurysm over here,” you huffed. 

“I love you, Haru~”

“I love you too, (y/n)~”

That was a little after noon. It was now nearing midnight and the outpost was crawling with H.A.N.D uniforms and HSO stragglers. Countless outpost scientists shouldered through the crowd, chiming off readings and acting as if they just had a some great scientific breakthrough.

But you were still inside of Hollow Zero.

And H.A.N.D was beginning to withdraw. 

Even flashing his Section 6 badge failed to get him answers despite his insistence, earning little more than the shake of a head and a “this is above your paygrade, kid.”

They threatened to court martial  him if he kept accosting them. But they didn’t have you inside the Hollow like he did. The epitome of his happiness, the one he swore hung the moon and stars, his most constant companion, and the only one he could imagine waking up beside of until the day he expired. 

They didn’t have you, but they had the version of you that made their actions palatable. The “good soldier” and “valiant leader”. The slave to a public that didn’t care to know your name even as you shouldered their burdens as ceaselessly as atlas held the heavens. The one who signed up for a death job.

A chorus of shouts erupted, the flash of the medical units blazing to life under the white spotlights. 

Survivors.

He shouldered his way through the swell of the crowd with little regard for those he pushed aside. In a perfect world he would break from the crowd and see you standing there, a little worse for wear but alive and smiling like you just cheated the world. You would push past the medic teams as they chased you down to throw your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips as you gloated playfully.

“See? What’d I tell you? Safe and sound.” 

But you weren’t there. A cluster of five soldiers stumbled through the outer bounds of the Hollow—no, those weren’t soldiers, they were members of your faction carrying the torn uniforms of Defense Force operatives. They dripped with blood and grime, corruption marring their skin as they limped out, half-dragging others.

“Hey!” He yelled over the roar of the crowd as he grabbed one of them by the shoulder. His name badge shined under the lights. Kimura.

 “Where’s your chief?”

The man shoved his hand away, “Get off me man!”

He didn’t know where he got the strength as he grappled with Kimura before taking two fistfuls of his collar. “Where’s your fucking Chief? Where’s (y/n)?!” 

Multiple pairs of hands tore at his uniform from behind as they hauled him off, legs kicking as he wrestled against their pull.

“Where is she?”

“She’s stayed behind!” 

Kimura’s face was blank, his eyes distant and foggy as he stared at the ground. There were tears streaming down his face as he drew a ragged breath. “I’ve never seen so many ethereals, we were overran so quickly…Chief (l/n) and Deputy Chief Kato created a diversion to draw them away so we could get out.”

Kimura looked up with red rimmed eyes.

“I am so sorry.”

Hollow Zero had mutated. Or that was the story they were telling everyone now. The sensors at the outpost had registered a dramatic spike in etheric energy about 30 minutes after Section 2 had infiltrated, and by the next 20 the bangboo that accompanied you had stumbled out with fried circuits, the carrot it followed now expired as the interior of the hollow rearranged. 

It was supposed to be a standard recovery operation. You had done them hundreds of times in the past.

“I’m sorry, Asaba. My hands are tied.” The officer said with a shake of his head. “No one’s allowed in unless they are operating with their faction. You’re the only one from Section 6 here.”

He gripped his bow tighter. “Then I suggest you turn around and pretend you didn’t see me then.” 

It felt like an electric current thrummed under his skin as he breached the Hollow. He didn’t bother to call the proxy or wait for the association to form a new carrot. There was no point, even as desperately as he clinged to the idea of you being unharmed, alive, there was still a rotten crawl of doubt in the back of his mind that made the thought of wandering forever as an ethereal within Hollow Zero a more palatable choice than leaving here without you. 

He didn’t know how long he had wandered through the hollow, hair matted to his forehead from sweat as he cleared another broken wall, trying to survey as much of the warped landscape as he could. He doubled over, hands braced against his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He had overextended himself already, his chest constricted tightly as his breathing became shallow, a sharp ringing in his ears. He screwed his eyes shut, focusing on getting his lungs back under control.

In and out.

In and out.

There was a distant cry that met his ears, strangled and distorted, one that twisted his gut in an iron grip as his head shot up.

You.

He didn’t know what he hoped to find when he fumbled over the rubble in your direction. Finding you was the sole focus of his mind for the past few hours, the rush of adrenaline carrying his mind past rational thought.

You. You. You.

It urged his tired legs forward, kept him standing as he rounded the corner and saw the torn back of your uniform jacket stretched unnaturally over your crumpled form. 

Even with your back to him he would have recognized you anywhere, even as your body contorted unnaturally, muscles spasming wildly as a distorted cry pierced the air. Your hands clawed as the ground, ugly black shards piercing your skin from within, nailbeds black and bloody where your fingertips had rubbed raw in the dirt.

He knew better than to approach you, to roll you to your back as your body seized and writhed in his grasp, more warbled cries piercing the air.

Your eyes were glassy and unfocused as his hands cupped your cheeks. Your skin was hot to the touch, corruption running thickly in your veins and curling out of your skin like ugly black horns. 

He shushed you gently, cradling your head in his arms as your hands tore at his sides, teeth gnashing wildly as the corruption ate away at your humanity before his very eyes. 

“When I turn into an ethereal one day, I want to you promise that you’ll kill me.”

You lifted your head off his chest. “You sure have a strange idea of pillow talk, Haru.”

He snorted, hands tracing down the curve of your spine as you shivered. “Yeah, I know but still…I don’t want to wander in a Hollow forever like some mindless husk. That’s no way to live.”

You bit your cheek, stretching up to peck him on the lips, his hands gently brushing your hair aside as he grinned against your lips.

“Then I trust you to do the same for me.”

He hated himself. He hated that he remembered that conversation you had over a year ago, begging himself to twist the truth, to convince his own mind that you didn’t know the weight of your words. But deep down he knew he couldn’t deny it, deny you, of the peaceful passing he had asked you to offer him. 

This shouldn’t be an issue for him to face. It shouldn’t be you in the throes of corruption, screaming and tearing at him like an animal as your senses fled you body. 

You were supposed to outlive him. The scales of nature were stacked unmistakably in your favor.

Tears wet your cheeks, but they didn’t belong to you. Hot and salty tears poured down his face as his breath stuttered. Everything about this was wrong, like his worst nightmares spawning into a hellish reality as he begged any god that might exist for an easy way out, begged you for forgiveness, for you to answer him with that same gentle smile that was reserved just for quiet moments with him. 

Apologies burned him from the inside out, like venom on his tongue as he peeled your hands off of him and backed away. His hands trembled so violently he could scarcely nock an arrow, his entire body weak. His vision swam, whether it was from the ether corruption that had dinned his hearing or from the tears that didn’t seem to stop he wasn’t sure.

His lip quivered, breathing unsteady as he stared down at you, your form clawing at the earth before pushing shakily onto your knees. You moved more like a marionette than a human, the skin on your neck crumbling under a sheen of black as the core began to manifest. 

Mournful cries dripped from your cyanotic lips as a hand extended in his direction. It was a moment of lucidity, fingers flexing against the veins of corruption under your flesh.

“Haru, I’m so s-sorry.”

The arrow whistled sharply as his fingers released the bowstring.

.

.

.

There was a ring cut to your size. A thin and silver little band that lacked grandiose ornamentation. Diamonds and frills were never your thing after all, he could still see the little quirk in your lips at the memory of your colleagues rushing in with stones so large you thought them better fit for paperweights than proclamations of their belonging to another under the banner of love and marriage. “Practicality above all else,” you had claimed some months ago, thumbing at the simple band around your index finger. Your late mother’s ring.

They both sat on the table on your side of the bed, the metal cold and lifeless under his dull gaze. 

“Asaba, I know this is hard, but there are people who you can talk to. That can help you.” The voice of Yanagi echoed from the answering machine in the hallway. He let his cellphone die weeks ago. 

“We are just worried about you. Please, call me back.”

Your favorite coffee cup still sat beside the pot in the kitchen, the rim stained pink from your favorite lipstick. Your toothbrush still sat in the cup beside his, your shampoo still in the shower. He couldn’t bring himself to disturb the bag hanging in the closet, you didn’t want him to spoil the surprise of the dress you bought in excitement at the prospect of going out to dinner after all.

His medicine bottles sat empty in the bathroom trashcan, the contents lost to the sewers of New Eridu by now.

His lungs heaved tiredly, a deep wheeze whistling in the back of his throat. His vision never stopped swimming, even after he carried you out of the Hollow, an arrow embedded between your glossy eyes as your blood stained his clothes.

His thumb pressed the space between your eyebrows, your nose wrinkling, eyes warm as you stared at him from your side of the bed, hair fanned across your cheeks. 

“Haru, it’s not good for you to lay around all the time.” You whispered, leaning into his touch as his hand drifted to cup your cheek, thumb teasing your lower lip before you pressed a kiss to the pad.

 “Get up, you need to eat.”

He knew it wasn’t real, that you weren’t real, but he smiled like you were anyways. Like your lips were warm as you leaned in and brushed them against his, like there was weight behind the pull of your hands as he rolled out of bed for the first time in days.

There was a ring cut to your size, and for a little while longer he would pretend it was nestled on your finger. 

Rey 2024, crossposted to ao3

[t3ag3rs]

g e n s o - 1 1.

you change into your ua training uniform and sit next to kirishima and the rest of his friends, including bakugou.

"everyone get ready! we're about to walk out soon!" informs iida as he walks into the waiting rooms. you let out a breathy sigh, geez... this is so nerve wracking..!

"midoriya." you hear todoroki say as you turn to see what was happening. "i think its fairly clear that im stronger than you," izuku opens mouth to say something but closes it. "however, youve got all might in a corner helping you out. im not here to pry about whats happening between you two- but know that i will beat you" he glares.

"todoroki.." you walk up placing your hand on his shoulder pulling him back slightly. "why are you instigating right now? we're all worried about going up and im sure you are too. we already have all the other classes to worry about so lets not make any issues inside our class too ey?" you add dropping your hand.

"we arent here to make friends- just remember this isnt a team effort." he states before walking away.

"wait todoroki- i dont know why you think you should tell me this when we all know your potential, but all the other classes are coming for us with all theyve got. we all have to fight to stand out" he pauses before looking up, "and ill be aiming for the top too."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you stand by the entrance into the arena by mina, kirishima, and bakugou. "god there must be thousands of people out there... i can already hear it" you sigh.

"this first group are no strangers to the spotlight! you all may know them from withstanding a villain attack... the hero course student of class 1a!" introduces present mic as you all walk out.

mina and you both let out a gasp, "oh my..." she starts, "i didnt know there was gonna be this many people..!" she exclaims. you all stop in the middle of the field as the rest of the courses get introduced and walk out.

you all stand in front of midnight as she gets ready for the introductory speech. you scratch your neck a bit at the sight of her hero costume, "i bet y/n would look 10x better if she wore that.." drooled mineta. you turn to him and send a flame of fire at his way quickly, "ugh.. disgusting" you scowl before you hear another scream from him causing you to turn. you widen your eyes a bit as you see bakugou threatening him with explosions near his face.

you slowly turn back before side eyeing mina only to receive a shrug back. "for the student pledge we have.. katsuki bakugou!" you widen your eyes with your mouth agape, "theres no way..! we're about to be hated on by not only the students- but the pros as well..!" 

he walks up to the mic with his hands stuffed into his pockets, "i just wanna say... im gonna win." he states nonchalantly. you slap your forehead as the students and crowd boo him as he walks down. "seriously bakugou? you couldnt think of anything better than that to start off today with?" you ask frustrated before turning away scoffing.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"without further ado, the first game of the festival is... an obstacle race!" midnight announces into the mic. "all classes will participate in this race.." she continues to describe the race thoroughly for everyone to hear.

just my luck.. of course the first obstacle is a race..!  you sulk internally, i just gotta thug it out.. i dont know what to expect so i just have to be ready for anything.. besides i can do whatever i want according to the rules.. god please bless me..!

you all walk to the front of the gate preparing for the race to start. you look up at the lights watching as they go down one by one. you take a deep breath in and exhale before you hear midnights voice saying to begin. you start to run before realizing that people are getting stuck in the gateway, you grin before pushing yourself up with your air and moving forward over everyone else.

you feel a chill realizing todoroki had iced the floor just as you left it, you let out a breath of relief before quickly landing and running not far behind him. "nice one todoroki.. but you really didnt expect to hold down everyone did you?" you smirk calling out to him. 

suddenly you hear explosions coming from behind you, of course... theres students who prepared themselves as well for this... you come to a slow stop as your mouth drops at the sight of the bots. "oh cmon..." you whine, before rushing forward and moving your arm up to create a boulder, hitting the bot in front of you with it which put you in front of todoroki.

you jump in the air again to go over the rest of the bots before looking back to see todoroki not far behind, "geez this guy doesnt know when to stop.." you groan. you quickly drop down to reduce your time using your quirk, but todoroki passes by you. "son of a-" you start before hearing explosions overhead, "and him too??" you curse under your breath.

you rush to the next obstacle right behind the two in front of you. you make a pushing motion with your hand allowing the rock from the pillars to move forward and create a pathway for you to run over before destroying it behind you and doing the rest all the way to the end. you let out a quick curse as you turn to see the other contestants starting to catch up behind you.

finally, you land on the opposite side and climb up the stairs to see a minefield ahead of you. what are we training for? the army? you think rolling your eyes as you see bakugou and todoroki fighting up ahead of you. you quickly use your wind to let yourself leap across the minefield. though it slowed you down, it wasnt causing you to overuse your quirk which would help throughout the rest of the festival. 

suddenly you hear a huge explosion from behind and turn to see deku flying through the air with a piece of metal underneath him. "holy fuck.." you whisper before realizing the people were still moving behind you causing you to do the same to keep distance. you hear another explosion as you see deku landing on the end of the minefield. my gosh izuku... you better run... you think as you quickly pass by the two idiots on the floor behind you grinning.

"thanks for fighting you two...!" you exclaim as you push your legs harder to increase the distance between you and them. "damn you genso..!" you hear bakugou yell as explosions start nearing you causing you to propell yourself forward with your wind. you let out a loud gasp as you cross the gate a split second before bakugou and todoroki. you slow to a stop catching your breath as you stare up at the crowd cheering and clapping you all on. 

you let out a exhausted smile before rushing over to izuku to congratulate him. "you won..!" you exclaim breathlessly as you smile proudly. he nods before thanking you, "ah.. you did well too..! you beat bakugou and todoroki..!" you laugh a bit grinning, "bet you anything bakugous seething at the thought of it.." you say before turning to see bakugou clenching his fists. "told you!" you chuckle.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you all wait in front of midnight as she start explaining the next section of the festival. "the next obstacle will be... the calvary battle!" she exclaims pointing to the screen.

"you all will form groups for this obstacle, but theres one more thing to add- all of you have been assigned a point value depending on your place in the obstacle race! the points go up in increments of 5, for example the last place contestant is worth 5 points. on the other hand, the first place winner is awarded with 10 million!" you see everyone stare izuku down. yikes.. hes gonna get targeted..

"now pair up!" she instructs before starting a timer. you look around only to find kirishima rushing towards you and dragging you with him. "your gonna be partnered up with me, bakugou, sero, and mina!" he grins as if nothing was wrong.

"bakugou??" you ask dumbfounded, "theres no way im partnering up with that asshole!" you add trying to move the other way only to continue being dragged away. "sorry y/n... but he wanted you on the team- besides your quirk can definitely help us!" he smiles cheerfully.

he wants me on his team..? wait what- you come to a stop in front of the rest of the members. "listen up extras.. ill be the rider, shitty hair youll be in the front, soy sauce youll be in the back, genso and pinky on the sides. understood?" you stand there blankly before nodding quickly, "sure i guess..?" 

you all set up quickly and stand off to the side waiting for the timer to run out, "we're currently in second place without our points.." you inform, "right.." bakugou agrees, "everyone will be targeting deku.. we should go for everyone else since theres no point in wasting time with a team already being attacked by many others.." he strategizes.

you nod as you listen closely along with the rest of the members. you hear midnight telling everyone to line up around the ring to get ready for the battle. you let out a sigh hearing the clock count down before thinking,

please dont fuck us up bakugou..

previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 next part: pt. 12 / pt. 13 / pt. 14 / pt. 15 / pt. 16

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Reunion - No POV Kady/Ezra

It seemed like they had been trudging through the snow for days. Nik insisted on dragging that stupid parachute with him as they wormed their way toward the looming shadow of the Mao on the horizon. Ezra’s face was taut with worry, and his lips purple from the biting cold that had coiled its way into his suit. Every time he wanted to give into Nik’s whining and his freezing, blistered feet, the image of Kady thinking he was dead curled up on the floor as he knew she’d be crept in front of his eyes. It kept him going. The sun was slowly sinking below the icy shells of office buildings and bombed cars. The rig of the mine stood tall and menacingly as a reminder of Ezra’s father, and the scattered, limp bodies of Beitech soldiers as one of his mother.

They were nearing the hospital where Helena Grant had worked when Nik stopped.

“Babyface?” He spoke, the voice being padded away by the falling snow.

“Nik, I told you not to call me that,” Ezra bit back, more than discouraged by his situation. At that point, he had decided that engaging with Nik’s musings about the temperature and how much he wanted a cigarette would not result in any sort of improvement. Instead, he had entertained himself with his most favorite and most private memories of Kady.

“No, dude, look,” Nik whispered, pointing ahead of them. 

Miniscule in a burrow of white snow was a pair of people. They were the first living ones Ezra and Nik had seen since they fell out of their Chimera.

“Shit,” Ezra whispered, the boys watching as the shorter of the two turned in their direction. Ezra squinted. The shorter one, a woman, had dark brown hair and darker skin, but the low light had made it difficult to see her face. The boys, however, stood under one of the few working streetlights left on Kerenza IV. She could see them just fine.

“Ezra!” She screamed and took off running. 

The other person with her, a man, seemed profoundly disturbed by this.

As she neared him, Ezra recognized the woman as his Kady’s cousin, Asha. The snow gathered at her feet as she stumbled their way. She scrambled awkwardly, kicking up tufts of snow onto her already-soaked pants. Ezra lurched forward, and a confused Nik, not one to be left behind, followed suit. The man Asha was talking to bounded through the snow after her, and with much more grace. His fabulous hair seemed to lose its grasp on gravity as it rose and plummeted with his steps. 

The scene seemed as though it were filmed in silence. There wasn't much of any sound available as the four ran towards each other, save for the crunching snow.

Ezra crashed into Asha with open arms, and Nik seemed to just come short of doing the same. 

“Asha, we gotta get back to the ship. C’mon!” Ezra took off stomping once again. The strange man and Asha exchanged glances, but neither said anything. Whining as usual, Nik dutifully dragged his now snow-soaked parachute, leaving a dug-up trail behind them. 

By the time they reached the docking bay of the Mao, it was well past midnight. Somewhere along the way, Asha and Nik had gotten to talking and uncovered their shared love of vices during their teenhoods. Rhys, after having introduced himself, tried to argue that Nik was still in his teenhood. Ezra never spoke. He could barely hear them over the sounds around the Mao anyway. There were crowds of people, most of them crying, in line to board the ship. The ship engine thrummed softly in the background as the group shoved their way to the front of the crowd, gathering more than a few shouts in their direction. There were several Mao crewmembers taking people’s names at the entrance, none of whom seemed to recognize Ezra or Nik as they pushed past them. Ezra could hear the blood rushing past his ears as he pounded through the metallic halls. 

Kady was curled over herself on the floor of her office, where it seemed she had been for the last ten hours. She seemed so small, though he could never see her that way. She couldn’t survive this. She just couldn’t. Her Ezra had died. There was no complicating it. Death was more plain and simple than anything. It seemed impossible for something so human, so imperfect, could affect Ezra. It seemed impossible. She could whisper to herself that it wasn’t real, that her love had somehow survived being hit by a missile, all she wanted. But it wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. Kady was resigned to die there. It seemed to be the only logical way. She felt bad about leaving her father alone, but there simply was no more living left for her. Her services were no longer needed by the crew anyway; they had Ella now. 

She had left her mark on the world as she needed, but there was nothing she needed more than him. 

There was a strange tranquility about it. It seemed beyond understanding, which was a feeling unfamiliar to Kady. The sorrow was so deep and all-encompassing that she could hear it pulsing through her head in a hollow staccato. The ringing surrounded her. Occasionally, a thought would poke its way through the noise to send her disturbed and reeling. This time, it was his voice. She could hear him saying her name. The clarity came once again, but the pounding didn’t go away. It echoed around the room and through Kady’s head. It was giving her a headache. 

Slowly, she uncurled. The doorknob was jiggling. 

“Go away!” She rasped, voice rough from crying. 

“Kades, for the love of God, let me in!”

It couldn’t be.

“Kady, it’s me. I’m okay, Kady, please let me in,” Ezra was begging. Kady was sure it was all in her head. The banging on the door intensified, it seemed by then that Ezra was throwing his whole body against the door. Carefully, Kady lifted her head. Staggering to her feet, she took slow, tentative steps. She wrapped her hands around the doorknob and waited a second, simply staring, and finally turned it. 

Ezra stumbled forward. There was Kady, her hair matted to the side of her, eyes red and faced chapped from crying. Her lips were cracked; Ezra always hated how she bit them. For a moment, he just looked at her. Her bottom lip wobbled, and it set Ezra into action. He pulled her into his chest and tangled his hands into her hair, peeling it from her face. 

“How are you alive?” Kady sobbed into Ezra’s shirt. 

“Oh, Kades. Nik brought a fucking parachute. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

“Ez,” Kady peered up at him, swiping manically at the tears running down her face. Ezra kissed her forehead, and she whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, Kady.”

a/n: I know I already have a fic called Reunion, but I COULD NOT think of any other ones. If you have a better title, please comment T_T. As always, thanks for reading!

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domestic sunday morning blurb w Charles <3

Imagine just waking up on a Sunday morning with Charles, having a lie in cause it’s the first weekend in the winter break and you don’t have to get up early in the morning and go to the track. You guys just lounge in bed for ages I the morning, cuddling, amongst other things 😉 but mainly just talking cause you guys don’t get to do much of that during race season. So, you’re filling him in on all the work gossip that he’s missed the past few months and he’s telling you about what the team is working on in the car and its just pure bliss. You two just up in your room together completely unbothered by the busy Monaco just outside your door. When you eventually do wake up you both realise there is absolutely nothing in the fridge and you guys have gotta get dressed and walk down the road to one of the markets near your house. And of course, on the way their you guys’ bump into like Lando or Max or someone and you guys end up chatting for AGES and as much as you enjoy their company you just wanna be alone with Charles and so you’re tugging on his sleave and he knows exactly what you’re saying without even looking at you. And so, he wraps up his conversation and you guys are quickly grabbing what you need before practically running back home. And you guys make breakfast together which ended in an absolute mess in the kitchen because Charl cannot cook to save his life and you aren’t much better. Once you guys have cleaned up and eaten its straight to the sofa and you’re watching movies all day or that series that you guys have been meaning to watch for ages but just haven’t had the time. When you guys get hungry again there’s a mutual unsaid agreement that neither of you could face the kitchen again after this morning as so one of you calls the pizza place and you guys share a huge pizza and your happy seeing Charles eat whatever he wants for the first time in ages. And around midnight you’re stumbling into your bedroom, tired from doing nothing at all and you guys fall asleep huddled next to each other.

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Happy New Years Beloveds <3333

This was my first full year in the spn fandom. Most of the fics I read were fandom classics, so they're damn near impossible to rank, but for psychological damage alone, I've gotta go with 91 Whiskey by komodobits as my top pick. The grip this one had on me, besties. It's so deeply rooted in the viscera of the war and experience of the body.

And This Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets.  Dean is a middle aged mechanic and secret poet who goes back to school to help his mental health. He ends up in class with Professor Novak, who's the foremost scholar of Dean's poetry. A classic for a reason <3 This one is so lovely and the poetry is gorgeous. Really a triumph. There's a recording of it on spotify too which is beautifully narrated. 

Spirit of the West by @urne-buriall. Read this one while working at my aunt's ranch and it Changed Me. So hard to put words to this one. Such a lovely study on Dean's relationship with himself and his sexuality, the violence of his upbringing, and the space that meeting Cas opens in his life. Immaculate, immersive vibes. Have it in hardback. 10/10.

Where Black Stars Rise. @urne-buriall stays winning!!!! It's a haunted slot canyon! Cas wears hiking shorts! What more could you want? Seriously though, the environment of this fic continues to occupy me. Stunning.

Under The Midnight Sun by Northernsparrow

Dean is a camp director for a research facility in Alaska, Cas is, seemingly, doing something scientific with the local birds. This one is so lovely and immersive in its worldbuilding, and I'm haunted by the endnote that says that the author first thought of the idea for the fic 15 years before it was finished, during a stay in Alaska. Just exceptional. 

Clean Slate by @demora00 . Dean comes back from Hell without scars or tattoos. An immaculate study in identity and dysmorphia. 

AITA for disapproving of my brother's high sex drive? By birdsofthesoul and PlaidIsTheBestPattern. Sam finds out that Dean is bisexual and spins out about having accidentally sex-shamed and micro-aggressed him for years. On reddit. A fucking DELIGHT. 

And many more!!! Love you all!!!! See you in the new year!!!!! <3333