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[andifthestarsweretodie]

I am still in the trenches...

[crazy-only]

oscar finding his reporter cute ! (fluff)

pairing: oscar x fem!reader

premis: oscar helps a shy reporter during an interview and ends up crushing on her! short and sweet, fluff!

preface: posting this in honor of him getting 2nd place in austria !! good job oscar <3

you felt a tap on your shoulder and you spun around, finding a tall guy staring at you. his eyes were bored and a bit annoyed.

“um, can i help you?” you ask politely, checking your watch.

you had already interviewed the drivers that came in third and second place, and you were currently waiting on the first-placing driver to show up.

truth be told, you weren’t really qualified for the job—your sister decided to suddenly honeymoon with her wife and begged for you to replace her. hesitantly, you agreed, dying your hair to match her natural color and hoping your features were similar enough.

the young man scoffed and ran a hand over his face. “woman, you’re joking, yeah?” he asked after rolling his eyes.

honestly, you would’ve assumed this moody guy was the winner as he wore a racing suit, certainly an f1 driver with the after effects of participating in a race apparent, sweat running down his neck leading to the contour of his—

no, y/n! focus! your sister called moments ago saying the winner of the race was extremely ugly, and, according to her words, “you can’t miss him.”

and, as much as you hated to admit it, the fiesty male was far too attractive to fit your sister’s description.

“sorry, i, um, don’t follow?” you say, nervously running your fingers through your hair, microphone in the other hand.

the man looked back to face an older man sporting a mclaren hat, the former muttering something while angrily staring at you.

is this what a red flag feels like before getting torn to shreds by a bull?

“ok, lisa, you’re on air!”

you turn around rapidly at the mention of your sister’s name, searching for the driver you needed to interview.

“um,” you start shyly, looking into the scary camera. “we are still waiting on the pole position winner for the silverstone grand prix—“

there’s laughs amongst the viewers, and you cock your head trying to find their source of amusement.

“—well we are waiting on him to arrive, so sit tight while we try to find him!”

yet, to your horror, the camera stays on, the filming crew motioning for you to continue.

“hey.”

you turn to find the same utterly attractive yet rude driver staring down at you, mouth in a line and arms crossed as if he were the one that should be stressed.

“oh, you again,” you accidentally mutter into the microphone, freezing once you realized what you’ve done. except, the crowd simply laughed.

you cursed under your breath.

they’re laughing at you, y/n. you’re such a dumbass.

“yes,” the young man said sarcastically while tugging the mic towards himself, only helping to raise the volume of the laughs from the stands. “it’s me again.”

you nodded, anxiety burning in your veins, not knowing what to say. this was not as simple as your sister had said it would be.

“while we’re waiting for the grand prix winner,” oscar said, now stealing the mic completely, “why don’t i ask you some questions, reporter?”

crap!

“uh, okay,” you murmur into the mic the driver stretches towards you. for some reason your palms started getting clammy. was it your nerves?

he puts a hand on his hip and pretends to be in a deep state of thinking. “let’s start with an easy question.” he came closer so your bodies were only a pace away.

“who’s your favorite driver?”

uh oh.

“th-that would be, erm, lan?—lando!”

phew. thank god you remembered the name of the last driver you interviewed!

but the driver interviewing you walked away, suddenly a bit angry. then he ran back into frame, looking into the camera. “do you see how i’m treated around here?”

the crowds laughed, and you hid your smile.

was this the same person you met earlier? how was he so. so—so amiable?

“ok ms. reporter, next one: do you have a sister?”

“yes,” you said into the outstretched mic, trying to hide the shakiness in your voice.

then the man brushed his hand against yours just below the vision of the camera, and—was that a smile? did he just smile at you?

your breathing slowed, thankfully feeling a lot more calm.

you continued, saying, “i do. her name is y/n.”

the driver nodded, acting as if he were actually interested. “is she cute?” the man whispered into the mic.

and god, you would’ve thought this was a comedy show thanks to the immense amount of laughing if he weren’t dressed in a sweaty race suit that perfectly hugged his abdominal region and quads—

then you saw him walk slightly out of the frame, waving at you frantically. he mouthed:

ask me about the race!

good idea.

you leaned into the mic the man held, flooded by his addicting scent. “how was your race?”

“ah, thanks for asking,” he said, clearly having a talent for acting. “it was great! i’m really happy with my results. i scored a lot of points for my team, so honestly i couldn’t have asked for more.”

he went on about the technicalities and such of his car, what went wrong and right, what he should improve on; thankfully he talked until the time was out.

“well, there you have it!” you say as the camera crew gave you the cue to stop the interview.

“what’s your name, again?” you whispered to him.

at this point he just leaned into the mic. “it’s oscar piastri.” the crowd went wild, making him smile.

for some reason you got stupidly jealous.

“seems our pole position driver never showed up—“ you started saying, until the camera crew pointed towards a lit screen with words.

“but nonetheless, thank you for tuning in,” you said, and then continued reading the transcript, explaining the time and date for the next race.

once finished, the camera finally shut off, and with a big sigh, you retired your mic and made your way to your car. never again were you doing another favor for your sister.

“good job, y/n,” oscar murmured, having bent down from behind so only you could hear him. “turns out you are cute.”

fuck. how did he find out?

you swept around, hand over mouth in dread.

“oh, come on, it was obvious!” oscar said proudly. “you did not know a single thing about racing—and you look so different from your sister.”

you simply stood in shock. quietly gauging whatever despicable plan he was carrying out.

“do you still not know who i am?” he asked incredulously.

you cocked your head. “you’re a driver. what was it? osc-oscar pastry?”

he handed his heavy helmet over to you.

“there. now you’ll never forget my name again. it’s fucking piastri.” he ran his hands over his face, losing patience.

“ask me who won the race!” oscar finally said, cracking.

“um, we aren’t in the interview anymore?—“

he shook you by the arms, saying, “i won the goddamn race! i got first, y/n!”

“you’re the grand prix winner?! b-but my sister told me you were supposed to be unattractive!”

oscar raised his eyebrows, asking “is that so?” he tilted his head slightly, a cheshire cat’s smile forming.

“does that mean you find me attractive?”

uh oh.

your body was on fire, maybe more anxious than from the interview.

“since you kept staring at my body the whole interview,” oscar said as he smirked down at you, his brown eyes clearly satisfied at your shocked reaction. “take me out and i won’t tell.”

maybe you would do more of your sister’s favors.

[itgetsdarksometimes35]

But At What Cost?

Warnings: This chapter: Thoughts of suicide, non con, physical abuse, miscarriage; the series: non-con, dub-con, depression, forced marriage, angst, forced pregnancy, 18+

Word count: 2,925

Pairings: Dark!Bucky Barnes / Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest girl in her family. After being sold to Bucky Barnes, and forced to have his child, she and her sisters look for a way to escape.

~ indicates time change

- indicates a POV change

A/N: Holy shit, I have not updated in 4 years... Life has been so busy with moving, having a child, and starting my new business but I am so incredibly happy to be back! I would get that writing itch but would never scratch it, until now. I plan to post weekly for a long as I can stand it. I also hope to participate in challenges and NANOWRIMO next year, so hopefully this year can be a warm up to where I used to be. Anyway, enough rambling. Let's get into the third and FINAL part to my most popular series, Small Price to Pay. Enjoy!

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Three months. That’s how long it’d been since you and your sisters had escaped your Hellhole of a life. That’s also how far along you were in your pregnancy. You weren’t showing yet, but all your sisters and nephews and nieces knew. Nobody allowed you to stand too long without offering you a chair, and you were exempt from all household chores, to your dismay. The one thing you begged to let them allow you to do was shop on your day and take care of the young children.

Today was your day to leave to get groceries. This time was always extremely stressful for you and your sisters, none of you knew what lay beyond the door. There was no way to know if today was the day that you would all have to separate. More stress was in the air due to your pregnancy. 

Lucille wrote the list of supplies before handing it to you, smiling. “Okay, here’s everything we need. Do I need to remind you not to talk to strangers?” She lifts an eyebrow, her lips turning into a smirk as you slap her arm playfully. 

“Don’t worry, mom, I promise I won’t.” She laughed at you before hugging you close. You all always did this, just in case it’d be your last time together. 

Anne was next to hug you. “Stay safe, baby sis.” You hugged her tight, calming your nerves as you smelled her candy perfume.

 You went on to hug Vienna and she rubbed your belly. “No matter what happens, just know baby boy will keep you safe.” You smiled at your sister.

“You’re so sure it’s a boy?” Vienna nodded.

“Positive. I predicted all my kids’ gender correctly, what makes you any different?” She lifted your hand from your belly, replacing it with yours. You’d always wanted a girl, but deep in your heart you felt it was another boy too. You’d never admit this to your sister, you’d never hear the end of it.

“Your witchcraft doesn’t work on me, devil woman!” you joked, causing all your sisters and you to laugh. You savored that moment, how you felt and the way you all sounded at peace. No doubt none of you had felt that way in a long time. A piece of you knew it all was temporary, soon you’d all go back to worrying. Was that shadow or a person following them? Was that stranger living near us before or did they just move in? What do we know about them?

You were pulled from your thoughts when Anne clapped her hands. “Well, on your way. You want to get there and back before rush hour.”

~

You shopped the aisles of the American store, looking for your last items. As you're pushing the cart you hit something. No someone. You looked up shocked and immediately apologized upon seeing a woman with white hair. Her hand travels down to her protruding belly protectively, and your eyes get wide.

“I am so sorry, Ms, here let me help you.” You rush to the woman’s side as she tries to bend down to pick up her dropped items. She stands back up as you bend to get her items before handing them to her.

“Don’t worry about it, I should really look where I’m going. I don’t have a giant sign on me.” She chuckles at her joke, and you just nod your head. You couldn’t help but feel you knew her, but shook your head. That’s impossible. You knew no women except your sisters and nieces.

“Well, I’m sorry again. Have a good day, ma’am.”

“Wait!” You look back at the woman when you turned to leave her to her business. “I’m sorry to bother you, but could you help me with my groceries home? I live just down the road in Kilven’s road, I was going to ask a grocer to help me but they’re all men. I don’t feel comfortable with that, I’d rather have a woman. If you can’t I completely understand, just thought I’d try anyway.”

You considered the woman for a minute. Kilven’s road was next to yours, it would be an extra 5 minutes max to help this pregnant woman. You understood her wariness to ask a male to help her home. Besides, you did hit her with your cart.

“Sure, let me just check out and I’ll be happy to help you out.”

The woman smiled at this. “Really? That’s great, thank you so much! My name’s Nat by the way.”

~

You and Nat talked the short walk to her house, she had just moved there a year prior to be with her German boyfriend-turn-husband of 6 years. You  nodded your head as she told you stories, you kept your life story vague. You had just moved there yourself, but that’s all you offered.

“Do you have any kids?” You opened your mouth to speak before closing it again, unsure how to answer. You wanted to trust Nat, but you were still getting a weird feeling around her. “I’m sorry, that’s very rude of me. Don’t answer that.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at the woman as you readjust the bags on your shoulders. One held Nat’s items and the others yours. You both shopped light to your luck. You continued to walk in a bit of silence until the woman pointed to her house. 

“Here I am.” You followed her up the steps as she took out her keys. “Would you like to come in? My husband baked a mean German chocolate cake.” She took her bag from your shoulder, and you smiled at her generosity. 

“No, thank you, but I should really be getting home if I want a headstart on dinner.” The woman nodded at your response.

“Of course, of course. Thank you again for your help, get home safe, dear.”

You thanked the woman as you waved goodbye and stepped away down the steps. You hurried off the road with your bag and to your own, never looking back. Little did you know the woman was following you the entire time. 

~

When you got to your house, you took out your keys swiftly before putting them in the lock. You opened the door, looked out and saw nobody there, then locked it behind you.

“I’m home!” You walked to the kitchen, noticing the eerie silence. That’s weird. “Hello?” You walked up the stairs, still not hearing one child. Did they leave? They didn’t call you. When you reached your room you gasped at what you saw. 

“James?” Your husband smiled back at you as your sisters sat in the small room’s corner. James had a gun pointing at the bathroom where you heard small whimpering sounds, no doubt the children were in there. 

“Hey, Baby, miss me?” You gulped.

“James, please. Let my sisters and their children go. I’ll go with you peacefully, just don’t hurt them.” James shook his head.

“Can’t do that, Doll. These women have husbands who are worried sick about them and their kids. Would it be right to just let them kidnap their children and disappear halfway across the world with them?”

You looked to your sisters as tears fell from their eyes. This was all your fault. You should’ve never stayed with them, you and Bucky should’ve found your own place to escape to. You should’ve known James would find a way to you.

“James, please. Don’t do this.” Just then the door downstairs bursted open. You all, except Bucky, jumped at the sound. Fast steps made their way up the stairs, and then Nat appeared in the room’s doorway. Only this time she had no belly.

“Natasha, perfect timing.”

Natasha?

Suddenly you remembered. How could you be so stupid? The woman before you with her own gun was the woman you met at your wedding. She talked to James about moving to Germany to live a life on the downlow. Back then she had red hair.

She sauntered into the room, smirking at you, before aiming the gun at the same door James just was. “Their husbands are on their way here. They should be getting off the plane in about 5 minutes and they’ll be here to get children and wives back in no more than 30 minutes. I’ll keep these lovely ladies company until then.” Your sisters’ eyes widened at her words, and you started crying. 

James smiled and lowered his gun before walking to the bathroom. “Good.” He opened the door and your nieces and nephews started crying. Your heart broke for the pain you were causing. James walked from the room with your son in his arms. “I have everything I need, so I think I’ll take my wife and son and head out.”

Your son calmed down his cries when he was in his daddy’s arms, snuggling closer to him and laying his head beneath his chin to suck on his thumb. 

Natasha turned her attention to you, still keeping the gun pointed at the door. “Look at what you caused. Your son could have grown up without a father. Is that what you want?” She raised her voice at you causing you to jump a little. You shook your head, closing your eyes as more tears poured from them.

“It’s okay, Nat, all that matters is we’re all back together. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“T-that’s right,” you whispered, not wanting to speak the venomous words. James walked over to you before grabbing your arms in a tight grip. 

“Happy you agree, let’s go home. Now.” The last word was growled in your ear, causing you to stiffen again. You opened your eyes to see your sisters again. They smiled weakly at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed out. James pulled you from the room then the house. A car came to pick you up as you traveled back to the Hell you had tried so hard to crawl away from.

~

When you got back home, James beat you. Bad. You cried and screamed at him to forgive you. Punches flew at you from every side. Your eyes threatened to swell shut from his blows and your lips were purple and bruised. You tried to tell him about the child you were pregnant with, but he couldn’t hear you through his rage. When you were down he kicked your stomach and you cried out in immense pain. He just grabbed your face and kissed you roughly.

James then picks you up from the ground before pushing you down on the bed. “Take off your clothes,” he demands, leaving no room for negotiation. Your mind was still foggy from what had just happened that James had forced on you the minute you both walked through the door and he handed Bucky to a maid you had never seen before. “Now, Doll, don’t make me repeat myself. I’m already pissed.” His nostrils flared as he spoke. 

With shaky hands, you steadily reached for the white button up you had been wearing. You discarded the fabric to the floor, revealing to James your white lacy bra. His pupils dilated as he watched on, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. Next was your skirt, and then you were left with just her matching underwear set. You looked up at James with doe eyes, waiting for your next order. Just like the obedient little girl James had made you. 

“Keep going,” was his only command as he reached to pull off his white dress shirt that hugged his muscles just right. He palmed his growing hard on, the outline very prominent in his black dress pants. The size made your eyes water with more tears. You knew he wouldn’t be gentle. No matter how many times James fucked you, you were still just as terrified as the first time, nearly crying every time he’d stuff it into your tiny cunt. 

James reached behind you aggressively to undo your bra and let it fall to the floor along with your other clothing. Your boobs bounced from being free, and you slowly slid your panties down next. 

You were looking to the floor as you untangled the lacy fabric from your legs, but looked up when you heard a chuckle. You met James’ eyes as his face was turned up in a smirk. 

“Such a fucking tease,” he tsked, “You just want me to destroy that tiny little pussy of yours, don’t you?” You kept eye contact with him as you nodded her head.

“Yes, sir.” 

James leaned down in front of you, grabbing her face and pulling you roughly forward to his lips. He squeezed your jaw so you would open to him, wanting nothing more than to assert dominance with his tongue. 

James’ kisses were never loving, just hungry. He moaned into your mouth as his tongue explored; all the while you sat back with submission, allowing your master to take full control of what’s his. After what felt like minutes, James finally pulled away, pushing you back even more and causing you to whimper at the force. The fight in you dying forever ago.

James unhooked his belt as you held his gaze, dropping eye contact was a rule that you had learned not to break. Once her clothes were off, they had officially begun; after that she wasn’t allowed to look away from him. 

“Turn around. You’re going to learn not to disobey me one way or another.”

“Yes sir.”

“Did you really think you could escape me?” You started to cry again.

“I’m sorry.” 

“No, not yet you’re not. But you will. Look at me.” You turned around and your eyes widened. James’ left arm was replaced with that of a metal one. “You wanna know how I got this?” He tossed a cast that was in the shape and color of his arm that you were used to to the floor. “I was a prisoner of war in World War 2. I was used as a war machine long after the war ended. I’m an ex-supersoldier, Baby. Did you really think you could escape me?” James was starting to raise his voice as you started to cry again. 

He spanked your ass with his robotic arm and you lurched forward at the force. James continued spanking your bare ass until you were so raw you could barely feel it anymore. Your stomach cramped so bad and you screamed at the sudden pain, clutching it and falling to the bed weakly. 

“Get up, I’m not done with you.” But you couldn’t move. You could just stay in the fetal position as your body convulsed in the worst pain you could only relate to birth. Then you felt a liquid escape from your vagina. Your eyes squeezed shut as you begged the pain to leave you soon.

“Y-you’re bleeding. Are you okay?” James’ words barely reached your ears as you suddenly felt nauseous. You couldn’t move as your stomach emptied it’s contents on the bed. Then you saw black.

~

James had beat you so bad you had a miscarriage. When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. A nurse was checking your vitals when she noticed you were awake. She greeted you, asking how you were feeling, before informing you of the terrible news. She asked to confirm what your husband had told them, that you had fallen down stairs and that explained your bruises and swollen eyes. You said yes.

After that day you were forever broken. You never stepped out of line with James, and you became the wife he had always wanted. No more did you dream of an escape, nor what the future held. You didn’t care.

James was never the same, either. After the incident, he was doting. Always saying he loves you, buying you expensive presents daily with flowers of different kinds. He tried to set you up so you could see your sisters more often, and he even let you leave the house. But you wanted none of it. You took the gifts with not so much of a smile, you rejected to see your sisters, and you chose to only leave the house when food was needed. You only bought Bucky clothes online, not being able to stand being in a child store. 

When Bucky’s 4th birthday rolls around, 3 years later, he is eager to start preschool. He didn’t remember his aunts or his cousins, and he was closer to his father than ever before, shying away from you as you grew colder and colder to both of the relationships you had in your life. It was him who dropped him off to school as you stayed home with a maid to take care of you and your needs. You were currently pregnant with a girl. James said you’d name Dahlia, Dolly for short. She’d be your perfect rainbow baby, he said, a real Doll. 

When Bucky came back home he showed you a card he had made for James at school, insisting it go on the fridge. You obeyed, hanging it there with a magnet that made Bucky happily skip away. 

The card showed Bucky and James hugging, not a sight of you or the child in your womb. You were a waste of space, a visitor in the home you’d created. A hollow shell of who you used to be. You thought about your suicide. It seemed easy, too easy. It’s a small price to pay for freedom, but at what cost? 

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[itjazzbicch]

Let Me Love You

Pairing:  Manjiro Sano (Bonten Mikey) x Fem Reader 

(Every time I see Bonten Mikey, I'm just like damn this man needs some love lol so here we are! Hope you all enjoy!)

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS! If you haven't read the manga and don't want spoilers, heres your warning now!

Smut! (18+ Only!)(Mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, gets a little rough, creampie)

Summary: Following her skills in life much like the rest of her friends, the reader who loves music, becomes a professional singer and artist, not having much time to come home, but when she does come home, preparing for Pah's wedding the following day, she has an unexpected guest...

Word Count: 2.1k 

Life never goes as expected and knowing that I made the best out of it! I decided to follow my heart, do what I was good at, and ended up becoming an international singer and artist!

Never in a million years did I expect my life to turn out so good like this, although, traveling all around the world made it difficult to stay close to my best friends, I always stayed in touch, gave them tickets to shows when I could, and always made sure to see everyone when I was home.

I also had to make some things work, clearing out a week of my schedule to come home for Pah's wedding and stay for a bit, I needed the break. It was a great feeling being in my hometown, in the home where my heart was.

There was no escaping a little work, sitting at the computer in my office, sending out emails, and organizing things with the help of my assistant. I felt a bit guilty because this was supposed to be a break for him too, but everything was put to the side whenever he brought me water like I asked, sitting it down next to my mouse on the desk, nervous as he said:

"Also, Ms. Y/N, uh- there's someone at the door? He said that he was an old friend?"

Must've been one of the guys, thinking so, I took a quick sip, rushing, "Bring him in for me, would you?"

"Of course," He was so kind and obedient, heading out to grab my guest while I hurried to finish my last email, freezing in my seat when I heard, "Here he is. I'll be on my way now, so you can have time to yourself."

I was so shocked that I was shaking. It had been twelve years since I'd seen him with my own two eyes.

Mikey.

Draken and Mitsuya had mentioned to me before that he was still participating in gang-related activities, which wasn't a surprise. I didn't know extensive details of what Mikey had been up to and part of me didn't want to know.

"T-Thank you, dear. Get home safe," I swallowed down as my assistant left, standing up slowly, whispering while connecting gazes with him, "M-Mikey?"

"Long time no see, Y/N," It looked like Mikey surely needed a good night's sleep, but he put on the tiniest smile for me.

I thought I was seeing a ghost. Mikey and I were inseparable once upon a time, some could agree that I was closer to him than Draken used to be. Emotions from so long ago started rising, taking slow steps, needing to know that this was all real, hugging him and tightly.

No one has seen Mikey at all these past twelve years, and he came to see me? Why me? I had a lot of questions, but at the same time, I felt so relieved, hopeful that maybe this was the beginning of him coming back home and staying home. Letting things be like how they used to be.

The entire old gang was still together, he was the only missing piece.

It wasn't very much, but he did hug me back, patting my back softly, eyes glistening at me when I picked up my head, eyes full of tears:

"I'm sorry that I'm crying, I just-; I can't believe this!"

Those tears were happy ones mostly, beginning to smile at his little smirk:

"I know it's been a long time, and this was so sudden, but I wanted to see you."

"It's fine!" I assured, cleaning myself up, getting the door, and leading him out to the room where I entertained guests, guiding him to a chair, then to the bar, "You want a drink? I have just about anything you can think of."

"I'm sure you know what I like," He murmured while sitting back, eyes exploring his surroundings, "Nice house you have."

"Why thank you," I was getting myself some wine, a glass of authentic whiskey that I got from Europe on the rocks for him, "Music has brought me a long way."

"I've seen," In the corner of my eye, I could see him smiling at me. Mikey was the one person who could do the tiniest thing and I'd get flustered by it, even after twelve years that hasn't changed.

Distracting myself, I started singing to myself softly, finishing up the drinks and putting things away, and before I could turn back to him, I felt his arms wrapping around my waist, keeping me in a light embrace, whispering in my ear:

"I haven't heard your voice in person for so long. It's just as beautiful as I remember."

"It makes me happy that you think so," I smiled nervously, cheeks filling with heat, but paying close attention when he went on:

"I had been wondering about your songs lately, how many love songs you've made. Do you have some special in your life?"

I had no clue why he asked or how to answer because I didn't, thinking off the top of my head, "No, uh-, people are just suckers for love songs, you know? And a lot of my fanbase is young girls so-"

"Your nervous laughs and stuttering make me think otherwise," Mikey knew when I was lying, if I wasn't already horrible at it, he just knew, "But one particular song, I remember one of your lines, where you said they'll never know how good it feels to have your affection, never get to experience your love."

Despite all this time apart, he still paid attention to what I was doing, my music, and could still read me like a book, laying his head on my shoulder, mentioning:

"You haven't changed a bit, Y/N."

"It's not too late to get to know, Mikey," I whispered ghostly, holding his arms tight, feeling how he squeezed me tighter too, trying to get over all the emotions that were holding me back, letting Mikey know that he was the one who I wrote all my songs about, "It sure as hell looks like you need it too."

"Look at me," Guiding me around to face him, I was just trying to read him, remembering how he was holding me, then the darkness in his eyes.

All of that showed me exactly why he was here and now, I was more relieved that he was here. Before he could say more, I moved a strand of hair away from his face, holding his cheek:

"It's never too late and you're right, those songs are about someone special. It's you and I'm not afraid anymore to tell you that I love you. Despite everything, I love you, Mikey."

How the look in his eyes changed, you'd think no one had ever told them that they loved him before. He kept his composure, but I could see it in his eyes, then this snap.

I see that his speed never changed, reeling me in so quickly, his lips smacked into mine, so hungry and in need. It almost felt like he needed to be saved, just needed to know that someone loved him, and I was more than willing to be that person.

Kissing back and glancing for just a moment, his liveliness was coming back which made me smile against his lips, whispering:

"You don't have any other plans tonight, do you?"

"No," He huffed out quickly, hands latched to me, and with that green light, I sped up and there was no slowing down.

Not letting my lips leave for more than a second down the hall to my room. He had already shown me with his ways that he had experience, but this was different. Sitting him on my bed before straddling him, laying him back while kissing his neck, and letting his hand wander across my skin as clothes began to disappear.

It had been a long twelve years, filled with worrying about him so much, missing him horribly. I knew that he was no angel, but just him showing up, let alone this? My Mikey was still in there. Just buried deep and I was going to dig him out.

Both of us in just our skin, the hand he had on my hip began to push a little, ready to have me be the one on my back, earning a curious glare when I took his wrist, pinning him softly.

There was a slight tear in my eye staring down at him, but a soft smile on my face, positioning myself and kissing with a whisper:

"Just let me love you, Mikey."

Small gasps were against our lips while I sat on his cock, slow and steady till I had every inch, hands sliding from his wrists to his chest and pressing down, beginning to roll my hips, his hands finding my hips again, digging into its meaty side, hearing under his breath:

"You're so soft, warm-"

"And you feel amazing, Mikey," I moaned down into his ear, head resting on his shoulder, the desire for pleasure growing even stronger, making my hips rock quicker instinctively.

His silence made me wonder briefly, till I noticed how his legs shift, picking up his hips, thrusts matching my speed for a moment before going faster, how the tip of his cock was smacking my sweet spot, making my walls clench tighter, my moans louder, body beginning to squirm and nails sinking into his shoulders.

I saw the little smile on his face, when I picked my head up, flipping some hair away from my face because of the small sweats on my forehead, gasping for air, "M-Mikey-"

"Let me feel it," Holding the back of my head, forehead to forehead, his thrusts started coming even quicker, "Cum for me. I don't care if you make a mess."

"I'm right there, Mikey!" The second my walls pulsated; he kissed me with an animalistic side that I'd never really seen, even with all my moans and whines, kept going and dragging out the extreme high.

It was too good, making us both want more, so gone and lost in another world that I lost track of time. Just looking out the window at times, it was easy to tell that it was dead in the night.

I never knew I had this much in me, but knew I was reaching my limit.

Mikey had us on our sides, kept in a tight hug with one of my legs trapped in it, giving him the room, he needed to drill away inside of me. My head kept falling back with breathless moans, I was sure that I was barely breathing, a swirl in my head, the pleasure had turned me into a cock-drunk mess.

"Think you can give it to me just one last time?" I heard Mikey, but couldn't respond, having to hold my head up to ensure I was paying attention, "Come on love."

"I can," I breathed out hollowly, nearly crying at the tensity in my body from head to toe, squeezing his cock so hard that it ached some, begging him, "Make me cum, Mikey!"

I thought his grip was strong before till he showed me a whole new level, in a grip so tight that my whole body felt as if it had its own heartbeat, all the air I tried taking in stuck in my chest, able to hear the gush and slick against his cock, his voice nearly echoing to me:

"F-Fuck, Y/N. S-So damn tight. It's so good."

His hold on me loosened up and relaxing my leg on the side of his hip, nearly limp against his body, but still feeling everything, how his thrusts began to slow, hugging him and whispering with my head against his neck:

"C-Cum in me. I want to know how good it feels."

"Tell me then," He whispered back, pinning his hips against mine, moaning against the skin of his neck, feeling even hotter than I already did when his seed flooded my walls, so warm and deep, gasping but letting him know:

"It's the best feeling I've ever felt, Mikey."

"The best, hm?" He hummed, fixing my head so we could look into each other's eyes.

The longer I looked, even with tired eyes, I could tell something was different than when he first came, and that change was for the better. All I could do was smile, getting a real one in return, something I feared that I'd never see again.

I never felt so happy, knowing he wasn't leaving by how he laid back, keeping me to his chest and helping me with the blanket. All those hours together surely wore me out, yawning from the exhaustion, cooing before drifting off:

"The best feeling ever." 

[mymelodymia]

Tony basically scaring his kid during the whole Iron Man 2 movie because of his self destroying tendencies (becoming Iron Man, blood toxicity, leaving his job at S.I, the race car incident, his crazy birthday party…). Obviously the kid is scared! So his daughter stays at Pepper’s maybe for the meantime he is trying to heal and create that new element, but he eventually ends up going to her to apologize and take her back home because he can’t live without his baby girl with him

Cant live without you

Summary: tony becomes reckless, but apologies

Warnings: tony being reckless, crying, y/n being afraid she is not loved,

A/N: sorry it took me so long to get to this reqs. It was amazing 👏 I don't think I did justice to it.

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You loved your father, yes. But it became hard as he began to be very reckless. It had been weeks since he had even spoken to you.

He was your best friend. And he suddenly stopped speaking and spending time with you. You were beyond confused, especially since you were only 8 at the time.

You had a terrible day at school. And you would have gone to tony about it, but you didn't think he would even listen. So you went to happy, who was the one who picked you up because your dad was "too buzy".

"Happy?" You said, getting his attention.

"Yeah kid" he said looking away from the road to glance at you, then ultimately back to the road.

"I had a bad day, can i talk about it?" You asked sadly.

"Of course, go ahead" then you began to ramble on and on about your terrible day. Happy, unlike tony, listened to every word that came out of your mouth.

When you arrived at the Malibu house, you headed straight to your room. Not expecting anyone to be there, but when you walked in you were greeted by pepper, sitting on your bed casually.

"Hey pep" you said walking into the large bedroom. She noticed how your eyes were drooped, and you were frowning. You were clearly upset.

"Y/n? Whats wrong sweetheart" she asked with kind eyes.

"Daddys been not spending time with me, i cant even remember last time he talked to me. And i had a bad day today, just sad..." you said, holding back tears.

Pepper noticed this and immediately took you into her arms. You began to cry into her shoulder. Small sobs coming from you. Wrapping your arms tightly around her neck.

"And hes been really dangerous and.....can i stay with you for now?" You asked, pulling away from her, and she immediately answered

"Of course sweetie" she said as you began sobbing once again. A few moments later she helped you pack a bag.

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tony was in the workshop when he suddenly remembered it was recently his birthday week, you always got him one handmade present per day on the week of his birthday. But he hadn't seen you In a while.

He went up to your bedroom, but you weren't there. He checked the whole house in fact, he was about to call the police when Jarvis spoke up.

"Sir, ms stark is at ms potts house."

"What, why?" He decided not to come retrieve you right now. Given that he could put you in more danger then you already are in. But after 3 days, this took a pretty hard hit on little 8 year old you.

You thought he wasn't coming because he didn't care, did he even love you anymore? You would ask yourself that all the time. You even ditched one of your soccer games. (Or whatever sport you participate in)

Pepper and happy were your entire support system. You didn't think that anyone cared about you anymore, except happy and pepper.

One day, (just after he created the new element and destroyed his garage) there was a knock at the front door, pepper opened it and upon seeing tony standing there, she tried to shut it in his face. But he stopped it with his hand. You were peeking around a corner, and accidentally made eye contact with tony. Immediately stepping back so he couldn't see you.

"Y/n/n? Baby?" You slowly walked out from your hiding place. And saw that he was wearing his matching black sabbath shirt. And had something behind his back.

Slowly, you walked up to him, he knelt down to be on eye level with you. And spoke up.

"Y/n, i am so, so sorry baby. I shouldn't have done the things I did. Im sorry. And if you dont wanna forgive me, i get it-" He said choking back tears, being interrupted by you throwing your arms around his neck.

"Its okay daddy" you mumbled into his shoulder. That's when he broke. Sobbing into you, he held you tight. He didn't deserve your forgiveness, your kindness, but you always believed in second chances.

Pulling away from this hug, he held the back of your neck, you leaned forward and kissed his cheek, he closed his eyes for a small moment before saying something

"And plus you forgot philip" he said holding up a teddy bear. You gasped and snatched the stuffed animal.

He took you back home, you sat in the passenger seat, holding onto his arm the whole way home.

When you arrived at the house, you walked in holding tonys hand and saw the whole place practically destroyed. The entire living room covered in black as if something had exploded, and a hole in the floor.

You stopped walking immediately, tony being jerked back since you were holding him.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" you screamed out. He chuckled, and lead you upstairs to his bedroom and picked you up. He lied down on the king sized bed, holding you to his chest. You fell asleep against him.

After you fell asleep tony made way down to the garage once again after tucking you in.

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You were now at the expo, when Justin hammer started to present the hammer drones your jaw dropped in awe, you glanced at pepper who did not seen impressed. You turned back making the same face as her.

When your father randomly showed up, you probably cheered the loudest.

When pepper and Natasha went behind stage, you followed. When nat pinned hammer down, you clapped a few silent claps, bouncing slightly. And stook your tongue out at him.

When pepper walked out of the building you followed her once again.

After a few minutes a destroyed hammer drone started beeping, pepper took you into her arms, lifting you off of the concrete ground. You looked around uneasily that's when you spotted your father.

You barely had time to process this before he swooped down, grabbed the two of you and took off.

When you landed on the roof, you slid down peppers side as they started arguing.

"Oh my god, i cant take this anymore!" Pepper said as she covered her eyes "you cant? Look at me"

"My body literally cannot handle the stress, i never know if your gonna kill yourself or wreck the whole company"

"I think i did okay!" Tony yelled out "i quit, im resigning...thats it"

even you did not expect her to say that "what'd you just say, your done? Thats surprising. No its not surprising, i get it. You dont have to make any excuses"

"Im not making any excuses" they started to speak over each other, and you just sat there. "You deserve better." tony said taking her hand. "You've taken such good care of me"

"Im in a tough spot, but you got me through it, so...right..yeah lets talk clean up" then they began to say a bunch of words you didn't yet understand.

"Well for you its like dog years, its like the presidenc-" being cut of by tony pulling her in and kissing her.

You whipped around covering your eyes and muttered a small "blah!" When you turned around you saw Rhody sitting in tonys suit. He put his finger up to his mouth and mouthed "shhhhh"

"Weird....run that by me again" he said pulling her close once more

"I think it was weird.." Rhody spoke up. You standing next to him.

'You guys look like two seals fighting over a grape"

"You should get lost" tony said pointing a finger at him. "I was here first, get a roof" you chuckled at this clever remark.

"Listen, my car got taken out by the explosions, so...im gonna need to hang on to your suit for a minute okay"

"Not okay with that"

"Wasn't a question" Rhody said standing up, you immediately took a few steps back and he took of.

"How are you gonna resign, if i dont except" you giggled and brought them into a group hug. Kneeling down so they could get to you.

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Tags

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @yummyangy // @zebralover //

[flirtyletters]

hii

i was just wondering if u have any random headcanons with mitsuo, iketeru, uramichi with or without mc

if that makes sense

i hope this is fine TvT might do one without mc if i think of something. for now have this~

headcanons as a boyfriend

mitsuo, iketeru, uramichi

gender neutral reader

mitsuo kumatani

mitsuo knows how usahara pesters you to set him up with a single friend of yours. he also knows how it's difficult for you to always get out of such a situation with usahara literally invading your personal space and begging you. despite the pleading look you throw him, he averts his gaze and acts as if he can't see his coworker in that pathetic state. to make matters worse, he has a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. seeing you struggle is fun. in more ways than one.

mitsuo is very punctual, so if he has a date planned with you, he expects you to be there at the decided time. see being late every once in a while is understandable, and he cuts you some slack, but if you keep appearing late, one day you're gonna be stood up by your own boyfriend!

mitsuo likes to hide your belongings that you leave behind at his place by mistake. oh a handkerchief you think might be on his table? never heard of that! haha, a mask? what mask? whose mask? he is just that playful, making you doubt your own memory and sometimes sanity. as a joke. a small box of your items is hidden in his drawer. no, he is not a pervert, he's just a tease.

omota uramichi

uramichi finds your sleeping face peaceful to look at. one day he ran out of his sleeping pills and alcohol at the same night. since you were at his place and you guys hadn't been spending a lot of time together recently, he decided to brave the storm and not go out to buy those. he usually had difficulty sleeping without help and that day was no different. despite it all, when he looked at his side at your sleeping face he felt calm. before he knew it, hours had passed with him gazing at your rhythmic breathing. you woke up with the shock of your life when you looked at his scary morning face.

uramichi is not one to meddle in other's business but if he thinks that you lead an unhealthy lifestyle then he tries to motivate you to correct your ways. he is that person who keeps asking if you had enough water and exercise for the day. he wants what's best for you and is willing to help if you need it.

uramichi likes to go grocery shopping with you and insist on carrying the bags himself. this is not him considering you weak, rather this is his way of showing love, his love language. he wants to tell you that at the end of the day, when you are too tired to do anything he will be there to lend the hand. always. you don't have to carry the burden alone. actions are the words of a caring man and nobody proves it better than uramichi. mostly because he can be really bad at communicating his true feelings.

iketeru daga

iketeru is anxious to see ms sayuri like you and to have you like her back. someone who is important to him must be important to her too! he understands if you have an allergy or are afraid of dogs. then he makes sure to have dates and meetings outside his apartment. in case you want to overcome your fear of dogs, he encourages and supports you, tenderly helping you get acquainted with ms sayuri.

[ spoiler alert - ms sayuri loves you because she can sense your feelings for her friend and master. ]

iketeru tries to learn any skill that you find attractive. with his boundless potential, he succeeds to impress you too. that feels like one of his greatest achievements. if you have a hobby that you wish to share with him, he shows genuine interest, and even participation, and if you are competetive, well here's a challenging rival!

iketeru laughs at the most inopportune moments. everybody stares at him wondering what he finds so funny while some people decide to take offence at his behaviour. so you try to cover it up by smiling awkwardly and commenting, "oh come now, it isn't that funny!" before whisking him away from the place. when he has regained his composure, he looks at you with childish wonder and confesses, "what would I do without you? you are my best friend and savior. i love you."

[as8bakwthesage]

My Experience With Lily Orchard + Fuck Her

Now, if those of you who know me or have been following me for a while will know that I used to be a massive Lily Orchard fan. I used to support her, I defended her, and I was once a member of her patron even.

I’ve heard stories from people, former friends, former fans, about how much of a manipulating and nasty bitch she is. At best, she’s lashed out at fans for drawing innocuous fanart and for bringing up topics in stream that she doesn’t approve of (I’ve been there, I’ve seen it), and at worst she’s a lying abusive cunt who can’t help but make people around her miserable.

And while I’ve not been the subject of Lily’s abuse, I have been witness and bore the blunt of her passive aggressive horseshit, her manipulating situations to make me appear like a cunt for daring to correct her on an opinion of a book she never fucking read, her shamelessly putting me on blast in one of her videos where she insinuated I was stupid for asking a question about LGBT+ rep, for telling me and other fans to stop talking when we tried to defend our positions in chat.

I’ve had to walk on eggshells around her because I feel like every word I say or anything I do will be seen as an attack on her despite me being a fan of hers for literally fucking years and she knows this. I’ve been a fan of hers since I was 15-16 and I’m 22 now. With no other content creator have I felt the need to be so fucking careful of what I say.

And when I sent her an ask telling her that her yelling at others on stream for seemingly no reason was actively triggering me (mind you, in the nicest way possible because I couldn’t hurt Ms. Orchard’s feewings oh nuuuu) she ignored my ask. Do I have proof she saw it? No. Is she a large enough content creator that she receives so much interaction/asks on her tumblr that my ask got swallowed? Also No.

If you’re a Lily Orchard fan, I am not a needless hater, I am not a stalker or a troll or a bigot. I’m a transgender and biromantic/asexual person myself who is Native and actively participates in activities regarding my tribe and culture. I’m white passing like Lily is. I used to be a fan of hers for fuck’s sake and an active one too.

But here’s the thing - she’ll suck you in with her bold commentary and criticisms and some of it is genuinely really thought provoking and interesting. On the outset she has a “no tolerance for abusers” policy and she’s charismatic to an audience of teenagers who were being abused. Fuck, she helped me realise I was being abused and when the Toonkritic shit came out, that slowly started to help me realise I was being groomed by my exe (TheHauntedReader)

I convinced myself for the longest time that just because Lily wrote “Stockholm” that it didn’t mean anything. That all of her weird takes and opinions were just a quirky “haha i did this in my youth and i regret it” moment. But this isn’t 13-year-old me writing weird fanfiction between an adult and a child when I didn’t fucking know any better and was being actively groomed and abused, this was an adult who wrote CP and romanticised it and tried to get away with it and who should have known better!

And once you are a fan of hers, it’s hard not to become emotionally invested, especially if you’ve always seen her behaviour as normal, which I did. A lot of her fans are abuse/trauma survivors and she knows that. So many of us have confided to her that she helped us realise we could be happier and that we could escape. That we were more than our abuse. These are powerful things to talk about.

But she doesn’t care about us. Never has. Never will. She convinced me and has convinced others that us asking her stupid/silly questions is damaging to her. That it’s caused her so much emotional damage and stress that she can justify lashing out and verbally abusing her audience, y’know - the people who gave her a career. By her own admission, she hates us, but expects our support when she’s being harassed??

Girl, fuck off.

But that is just my own experience. I’ve seen some shit in the past couple of days that I can’t unsee and I encourage you all to look into it because it’s such a dark hole that the phrase “stare into the abyss for too long and it stares back” is what I feel like right now.

And I know why I feel like this - I invested energy and money and emotions into this woman and her channel. I’ve supported her. And no, Lily, this is not about me wanting to be your friend. It’s about me asking for some fucking decency as someone you at least know of and at most you know supported you? To not lie and misrepresent what I’ve said and then vaguepost about me?

Have I made mistakes? Yes. But that’s no excuse to berate and yell at people who have only asked stupid questions or fuck, even made goddamn harmless jokes??

Also, if fans/friends of Lily’s are harassing @asunnycoffee you guys are the fucking worst. Don’t fucking attack my friend you raging cunts. I have a couple ideas of who you might be, but I know you won’t air out your dirty laundry with me, Ginger.

You guys are pathetic.

Lily doesn’t care about her fans, she doesn’t care about her friends, and she’s certainly not going to start anytime soon.

[1dpridefest]

We want to extend a massive thank you to everyone who participated in the first ever edition of the 1D Pride Fest! Whether you submitted a prompt, wrote a fic, created some art, or reblogged everyone’s works, this fest would not have been the same without you, and we thank you all for helping us celebrate Pride Month together!

Links to all of the fics and artworks that were submitted as part of the fest can be found below. Don’t forget to show our authors and artists some love by leaving kudos, commenting, and reblogging their lovely contributions!

We hope you all had a happy Pride Month!

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Artworks

🏳️‍🌈 Collaboration between @wendersfive & @broken-beak-flower-feast

🏳️‍⚧️ just get there your own way by @nouisforlife

🏳️‍🌈 Drawing by @harryshandbag

Fics

🏳️‍⚧️ Hold Me Tight (Or Don’t) by @hellolovers13

Falling in love with Louis is easy enough.

Separating Louis from the singer persona Harry has been a fan of for years, however, is not.

But she's not the only one making assumptions.

🏳️‍🌈 The Magnificent Ms. Malik: A Brand New Era Starts Here by @fifthnormani

In 2013, 1D records the Best Song Ever music video and Zayn feels different after he puts on his Veronica outfit. He doesn't know what to do with these feelings or what they mean; luckily Niall is there to help and gives Zayn a new word that opens up a world of previously unimagined possibilities.

Ten years later, in 2023, she calls Niall up again to tell him her new name.

🏳️‍⚧️ Ask Him by @fxckingprincesspark

When Lewis Capaldi gets pressed for information on who he's dating, he admits it... he's been seeing Niall Horan. The only problem? He jokes so much that no one believes him.

🏳️‍🌈 Inner Crisis by @neondiamond

Louis calls an LGBTQ+ crisis hotline after coming out as asexual to his friends and family doesn’t quite go as well as he’d hoped. Harry answers his call.

🏳️‍⚧️ you made my heart stop by @itsnothesameasitwas

Don’t you ever feel like your life has been perfectly composed until one day it wasn’t, that everything seemed more than fine but it was not, because sometimes as simple as it might sound or look, it could change your life?

OR a Heartstopper AU, but in HarryandLouis Universe.

🏳️‍🌈 somewhere in between and not at all by @greeneyesfriedrice with art by @alphalouis

He’s always known that he’s some sort of queer. There’s no doubt about it. When he was younger, he loved the feeling of his sister’s pantyhose on his legs, and loved to play dress up whenever he could. But it never went any further than that, and as he got older, he hid that part from himself. There were more homophobes than not in his school, and he couldn’t risk anything getting out.

While he was hoping that he would become more involved in the gay scene, he wasn’t expecting it to happen so immediately. He’s barely been in NYC for two days, and he’s now surrounded by all different types of men and…others? God, he isn’t even sure what to call them. He really doesn’t know much.

(or, Harry is new to NYC and discovers something about himself, and Louis is there for him. Always.)

🏳️‍⚧️ Paint A Rainbow Inside My Heart by @cyantific

A story about hiding in plain sight and the journey to revealing your truth, told in six acts.

Or, the five times Harry queer coded with actions, behaviors or clothing and the one time he was too proud to hide anymore.

A 5+1 fic.

1D Pride Fest Collection on AO3

[thegoddessprose]

Felt like writing outside my main fanfic again... So here's another fic! For now, my Chitarch content will be here on Tumblr... I don't think it's up to snuff for Ao3 and there are a couple of spoilers. Also, the Heavensbadies are more alive here than my other platforms 😁

Anyway, this is about when Chiasa and Plutarch had their first meaningful conversation after she found herself helping out with a minor operation; you could call it the first real spark between them. Enjoy!

Chiasa stared at her comm, contemplating what to do. She had to talk to somebody... But who? She'd had her hard feelings toward the government for decades, but she was normally able to keep them to herself. This time was different... This time, she aided and abetted the rebels directly.

It was Yuletide night... One minute she was enjoying herself at her nephew Marcus's party, the next, she'd heard talk about "undercover," and "safehouses" near a suite's ajar door. She found Marcus, his girlfriend, Ann, and Plutarch Heavensbee with a little family and three festive bags filled with essentials. From what was gathered, the woman, "Agent Hale," was compromised. She was rescued in time and getting ready to get somewhere safe.

There was so much going through Chiasa's head... She'd heard whispers of a "cold war" between the government and a rebel cell, but for the most part, she dismissed it as propaganda. Even so, she was more inclined to side with these rebels. As happy as she was that Marcus turned out to have a conscience, his being an agent filled her with a new kind of worry. Still... That wasn't what compelled her to help. It was the two scared and confused kids. She knew what would happen... Snow would dangle them in front of that poor woman, at least... That couldn't happen, especially when she'd troubled them when she overheard. Helping Plutarch smuggle Agent Hale and her children to her studio and disguising them further was the least she could do. And of course, giving Plutarch her solemn word that she'd keep quiet... Even if Marcus wasn't involved, she still heard that some damaged reputations in the past were the cell's retaliation.

In the end, it was the right thing to do, but being on the sidelines and participating were two different things. As much as she'd always wished to... She had her family, friends, and business to think about. Maybe that ship had sailed... At least with her nephew. He was young, but far from stupid, he had to know what he was getting into. But worrying about him was natural... as was the agony over what had happened, how many rumors were true...

Who would she call, though... Talking to her sister and brother in law were out... Talking to Marcus might end in a lecture born of her anxiety... Tigris maybe? No... She might be estranged from her cousin but who knew where her politics stood? Well... There was one person left... Mr. Heavensbee. She barely knew the guy, only exchanging a polite conversation here and there over the years... But he was there, he knew what he was doing... As much as he didn't seem like the emotional type, there wasn't anyone else. She found his office number and dialed. At the tone, she steadied her breathing... Be polite, but vague...

"Head Gamemaker's office, how may I help you?" a female voice answered.

"Oh! Um... Hello. You must be Mr. Heavensbee's assistant," said Chiasa, "My name is Chiasa Lapin... Is he available? I have to speak with him."

"I'm sorry, he's quite busy... Can I--"

"It's about Marcus Natale's party last night," she added.

The line was silent. She really should have gotten this poor woman's name... Was shein on this, too?

"Oh... What did you say your name was?" the assistant asked.

"Chiasa Lapin."

"Hold please."

Yet another few moments to agonize.... Please don't hang up, please don't hang up....

"Hello?" a male voice answered, "Ms. Lapin?"

"Yes, Mr. Heavensbee? Hello! I know you're busy, but I was wondering if I could speak to you about las--"

"Not now," he interrupted, "Not here."

That would have been rude in another setting, but maybe he had a point... Spies could be anywhere.

"I, sorry, I-I..."

"We can talk tomorrow at 5 PM. My estate in the Gilded Hills," he said, "I'm sure I don't have to warn you about trying anything."

He really didn't, but... She thought it would have taken more convincing than that. Maybe the cerebral man had a soul after all?

"I, yes, thank you, I'll be there."

"I'll see you then."

The line went dead. At least he was straightforward... Those tended to be better men in general. Hopefully the trend would continue...

To be honest, Chiasa didn't know what to expect when she arrived at the grand villa. Nothing was really certain at this point... But that was why she was there, wasn't it? The minute she was let in, two plain-clothed flocked to her. The woman took her coat and purse, then started searching through each.

"Excuse me," Chiasa started to protest.

The man pointed to her skirt pockets, gesturing for them to empty them. She only had her comm, but nevertheless, the man handed it over to his companion. He then took out what looked like a scanner... Something one might find at the presidential palace's entrance. Nothing seemed to be off, so she was escorted through the Roman style home to the parlor, where Plutarch was waiting.

"Hello," she greeted, "Well, that was thorough... Awfully invasive."

"I'm sorry, but one can't be too careful," he said, "You understand... Don't worry, you'll get everything back when you leave."

"I guess..." she replied, "Mr. Heavensbee, if you wanted to frisk me, you could have just asked."

She giggled nervously, and Plutarch blushed lightly. Noticing this, Chiasa immediately went pale and regretted her choice of words. Maybe there was another reason she wasn't an active rebel... Too many slips of the tongue under pressure.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean anything by that, I just--"

Luckily, Plutarch just laughed. "I know you didn't. You're probably just nervous... It's understandable after what's happened."

Chiasa let out a sigh of relief... Even with rebel leanings, at least one of them could still mind their manners.

"Care for a drink?" he offered.

"Yes, please... A decaf with cream would be nice."

"Julius?" he called out to the male avox, "Please bring us two decaf coffees, one with milk, one with cream."

It said a lot about a person's character when they called avoxes by their names... Chiasa remembered a time when the practice wasn't the norm it was in the present... But even she couldn't escape it. Bettina had been with her for about twenty years... Only because she could go to someone crueler if Chiasa let her go. The best she could do was give her nice clothing, tips, and a better place to sleep. Ideally, she'd have her sent home with her tongue intact, but the world wasn't ideal. Chiasa was learning quite a bit about this man, yet the real conversation hadn't yet begun.

"Mr. Heavensbee," she started.

"Please, Plutarch," he interjected, "I get enough honorifics everywhere else, at least let me escape them at home, Ms. Lapin."

"Well then, I'm just Chiasa. I may be old on paper, but I don't need a reminder around every corner either."

"Noted."

Julius had since returned with their coffee... While taking a sip, Chiasa studied her companion. Plutarch was oddly relaxed, having the same idea... It was simply another Tuesday for him! She'd seen such a poise under fire in her elders when she was a girl, but it was rare in people younger than her. She wondered what he’d seen... What he'd done... To master such a skill. It was simply how things worked...

She had to admit, he wasn't bad-looking... In all the years they'd been acquainted, he was. He was freckled, plump, salt and paprika, human. Such a thing was becoming rarer and rarer nowadays... As much as she staved off her age, she was still old fashioned in her belief that beautiful people looked like people, not animals or whatever other fantastic creature was "fashionable." Even her own mentor, Tigris, had fallen into that unfortunate trend.

"Now," Plutarch started, "I guess you're wondering why I agreed to meet with you."

Why indeed... She had a couple of guesses, at least.

"I don't know... Maybe you felt sorry for me? Did Marcus ask you?"

"Maybe a little," he replied, "And he's got nothing to do with this. As far as I know, he doesn't even know you're here. No... I'm curious."

Chiasa found herself shifting in her seat. She knew what was coming. She literally walked right into it, yet she felt a familiar lump in her throat; the one she always got whenever she had to hold her tongue.

"Why? Why did you help?" he asked.

Clearly, he was a rebel. There wasn't much of a need to hide, but she still felt the need to be diplomatic.

"Because it was the right thing," Chiasa replied, "There were kids involved, I couldn't have anything go awry for their sake."

"Is that so... Believe me, if you'd stuck your neck out before, I'd know. The right thing... I'm sure Snow would believe they'd have it come, it's just the way for traitors--"

"Well, Snow can go straight to hell! These are children! No matter what their mother did, they don't deserve death! Actually, since their mother obviously believes the same with what happens every damned summer for so many--"

Surprising herself, Chiasa covered her mouth and averted her eyes. Even though she had some mishaps in the past, nothing on this scale ever happened. For a moment, she forgot where she was, tearing up and starting to tremble.

"I-I'm sorry, I forget myself," she whimpered, "Forget I said that... But they're safe, right? They're in a safe place."

"They are, they're in a much safer place," said Plutarch, "But I can't forget what you said. I think you know by now that I'm not going to condemn any of that... Did you mean it."

She looked back up at him to see him carefully scrutinizing her. Of course... He was still making sense, at least. Either way, she was in too deep to turn back. All she could do was nod. Plutarch seemed pleased... Or perplexed? Both, maybe. He was still hard to get a read on.

"Either I've been misled, or you're a lot better than you're given credit for," he pondered.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't worry yourself with that.... How long have you felt this way? I know you were a stylist."

It was true... Chiasa had been the stylist for District 3 for years. It was typically humiliating to be let go for someone younger and hipper, but she took her retirement as a blessing... It was the least painful way to escape. She couldn't remember what drove her down that path in the first place... Her parents being quietly displeased should have been the first clue... Running away from reality with a "bad habit" in her youth should have been a red enough flag... She really should have gotten out while she could, before Snow had that much power, but she was so damned stubborn back then...

"Quite a while..." she admitted, "My mother did plant a few free thinking seeds in my head... But I didn't have strong opinions until I started work and met the poor children... I didn't take it well the first few years, but that's another story. But yes... I was so determined to have my fashions on top, then I had my kids and had to support them... And if you've heard anything about me, I'm not one to just settle down and marry rich."

"And all those years, you hadn't done anything?" His tone wasn't quite harsh, but still kept the guilt coming.

"I'm sorry to say no... Maybe this sounds pathetic to someone like you... I imagine you're pretty seasoned in this rebel business," she replied, "If you know as much as you say, then you know what's at stake if something goes wrong. You should, after what happened. What about the less lucky ones, like your friend Gus Petra? Even innocent people like my d-- Never mind. I don't want anything happening to me or my family. I'm no fool, Plutarch... But if it helps me survive, then it's best that people think that of me."

Chiasa wiped away her tears, and glanced back at him. The room was silent for what seemed like an eternity... But there was no angry reaction. He continued to scrutinize her, and she felt exposed. It was only fitting, finally getting a dark secret out there. Still, it wasn't ill-intentioned like many men... Moreso he was trying to pierce her soul.

"It's good to put up a front, especially in this world," he finally said, "But it's still simply that, a front. I wouldn't say you're pathetic... Nor callous, shallow, stupid... As for the fear... If it didn't work, we'd be out of the woods by now. You seem like the caring type... Always wanting to protect everyone. In doing so, however, people are still hurt. In the end, not everyone can be saved. I understand."

"I guess... Yet, you're still doing this, being a rebel without the fear, always with that possibility of ultimate failure. How?" she asked.

"I never said there wasn't any fear," Plutarch replied with a slight smile, "But it's not about that. It's about knowing something else is more important. You know Chiasa... You could have just walked away, stood by like always, but you didn't. You can't tell me you weren't afraid."

"But I was... I was terrified. But those children, lost and confused... Simply because their mother did what we both thought was right... I hate that this is the world we live in."

"And that outrage clearly outweighed your fear of any consequences."

He had a point... Chiasa wasn't thinking about herself at all in that moment, but them... Something in her had snapped that night... Too many years of pushing it all down, she guessed.

"Yes... Yes, I suppose you're right," she said, "But it was an anomaly. You still probably go about this stuff every day like it's nothing. Maybe some people think it's stupid... But I admit... I think it's admirable."

The truth was, she took comfort in those rebel cell stories. Even if she couldn't do anything, there were people that could, and did out there. She felt herself flush at her words, although she didn't know why. Maybe she was simply coming down from her emotional state, finally getting to say these things out loud.

Or maybe it was the way Plutarch beamed at her words. Such a natural smile was such a rarity, and adorable. Forty years off the face, not forty light years

"Thank you. That's kind of you to say," he replied, "However... Right now I know you're capable. Who knows what might happen in the future..."

It was nice of him to believe in her, even if that was a little too much faith in her opinion. Maybe that was it... People didn't often assume the best of her anymore. Even in the past, her mother in particular wished she'd think beyond beauty and frivolity "for once... Good people have much better things to think about."

"I suppose that's nice to have that kind of faith in people, but I don't know if I'd hold out for me."

"Not people, you. Maybe not in the present," he said, "But your actions told me otherwise."

"Because I simply did the right thing and helped?"

"And just now, when you told me how much you hate Snow and his bloodlust. Maybe I won't see you taking up arms, buy you care about others, Chiasa. You have the spark. It's a real shame that you've had to keep it to yourself. But right now, right here, you don't have to. You're safe.

You're safe.... You're safe.... You're safe....

Those last two words kept echoing in Chiasa's mind. She'd heard them many times in her life but hadn't been inclined to believe it. So many had tried to tell her how the Capitol was an oasis, yet she'd seen and heard about a lot of messed up nonsense that went on behind closed doors... The dirty deals, the deaths, the pressure.... And she hadn't even gotten into the few times her father spoke of the late war... Simple proof that the outside world couldn't be ignored forever. With the whispers and Katniss's influence... Maybe such a thing was coming a second time... In a few years, maybe.

"Am I?" she asked, "Am I truly?"

Plutarch hesitated, but thankfully was simply pondering again. What was going in that pretty little head of his.... If he was even more aware than she was, how was he not broken by then? What motivated this much rage that called him to action rather than fear. Or was it passion? Both? Even having spent a few minutes with him, Chiasa was woman enough to admit she was wrong about Plutarch Heavensbee. The man was far from boring... Intriguing was the better word now.

"As safe as I can keep you," he replied seriously, "Which is more than I can say for the Capitol... Having to keep your mouth shut to stay alive. I'll say that you don't have to keep your thoughts to yourself while you're in here."

"How refreshing... An honest answer," she remarked, "I guess you picked up that I know when people are trying to sell paradise."

"If you'll pardon the expression, people your age are either completely fooled by illusion or all too aware of how things truly are.

"You're pardoned. Once," she quipped, "You're spot on there... And I suppose you're young enough to still be optimistic.

Plutarch laughed... Somehow the hearty sound relaxed her. Those contagious laughs were just the best; always better than a forced guffaw at some terrible joke.

"Pleased with yourself?" he asked, still smiling.

"That's a loaded question.... In the moment, I guess. I'm pleased with you too... You know, there is something I really want to know."

"What's that, Chiasa?"

"The black... Is it a sort of protest against frivolity? Mourning for humanity? Or simply your color?" she asked.

Chiasa adored bright colors as much as the next Capitolite, but she had to admire people who pulled off simple black. There were too many who looked standoffish or desperate... But those who could pull it off were something special. Plutarch had always been one of them, no matter what she may have thought about him in the past.

"A bit of both, perhaps," he quipped, "I still don't think there's anything wrong with a little bit of indulgence... Life would be terribly dull otherwise."

"Oh, I agree completely..."

She spotted a familiar wicked gleam in his eye... Something she'd recognized in a lit of men. It had to be the lighter mood, but did it matter? Plutarch was cute of course, but now he had that air of mystery, intelligence, and valiance about him. What a combination indeed... It wouldn't hurt to brush his hand a bit... Or maybe his leg. Maybe she could find an excuse to fix his hair or vest...

No, no... That would be too forward. The focus should be on herself at first. If it weren't so damned cold out, she would have forgone the wool tights under her skirt. If only she had her purse... She could reapply her lipstick. No matter, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear would do the trick... His smile widened, even if only for a second. Maybe a subtle lick of the lips would do...

What on earth was she doing? She should have some decorum.... No matter what was going on, this was Marcus's boss. She had to change the subject and be boring and proper.... Maybe she didn't feel too bad.... Plutarch had done nothing to appear uncomfortable or stop her. She'd behave herself for now... Maybe she could test the waters later. After all, her nephew didn't know about all her flings, and he certainly didn't need to.

"It's sad we haven't really talked until now," she said.

"I'm sure the rumor mills are to blame, feeding us both lies about each other," he replied, "But now we know."

Before Chiasa could reply, Julius had wandered back into the room and pointed to his wrist. Plutarch in turn checked his pocket watch and sighed in frustration.

"I'm afraid I have to cut this short, I'm due for another meeting," he said.

"Aww... And we were really getting somewhere," she said, "Business, pleasure, or other business."

"That's classified. You know.... In two days, my schedule is clear after 5," he suggested, "You could come by again if you wish."

"After today? It's no question... I'm so intrigued that I must."

Plutarch had indeed become more interesting and dashing overnight... It was rare Chiasa met a man she wanted to scrutinize on the inside as well as the outside, especially in this day and age... It was definitely rare to find one who wanted to hear what she really thought... Not only did he not judge her, but he encouraged her opinions. He'd told her she was safe. Just this once, she believed it. What an oddly... Joyful? Exciting? Beautiful? Well... Positive feeling for sure.

Plutarch insisted on showing her out himself and all was returned as promised. He'd offered his hand as a polite gesture, but now.... A shake seemed too formal. She lightly squeezed it and he reciprocated with a smile before she turned to leave.

Chiasa wasn't sure to expect at their next meeting, but one thing was for certain... This time, rather than dread, she counted down the minutes in anticipation.

[trolagygirl2022]

hiii girlie 💗 I'd like to participate in your game. the question changed a bit but thats what came through when i was channeling lol

what it will be like to be with your future spouse:

the lovers, 2 of cups, the devil, 3 of cups, page of cups, the fool, 4 of swords, high priestess, the magician, 3 of wands, 2 of wands.

using he/him pronouns bc you guys are for sure that cute ass high priestess + magician couple lmao.

his overall energy is VERY refreshing, like diving into the pool on a hot day. i feel like thats what it would feel like to be in a relationship with him as well, waking up next to him every day and just seeing him gives you energy for the day and the same goes for him, you give him the energy he needs for the day. no matter how tired you were, sleeping in his arms and you feel WELL RESTED. this turns you guys into that magician and priestess couple, it just makes you work harder and become better at what you do for work yk? loving him makes you feel closer to god in a sense (if you believe in all that yk)

however, the downside to all this is in that devil card: without him, you have no energy. you guys become EXTREMELY codependent on eachother like i can picture in the early stages of dating you sleep beside him once and you cant sleep on your own again 😭 you guys are FOR SURE never ever ever breaking up lmao (at least thats how he feels). the 2 and 3 of wands indicate you both probably plan your days around each other and plan your futures with eachother, the 3 of cups giving "i wanna spend every birthday, christmas, new years, halloween etc. with you".with the fool there as well this is probably something you knew early on in your relationship perhaps even the moment you met, ik a lot of men know very early on what they think of women like "will this just be a one night thing or will i marry this girl?" and he knew FOR SURE that this is it for him ‼️

a few extra thoughts: "i gotta find peace of mind" by ms lauryn hill (he is your peace of mind basically), that one street interview where that guy is all defensive until he realizes the interviewer asked how he and his wife met then hes excited to talk about her 😭, jude bellingham, milo manheim type looks, yall read together, "in the cut w my twin we be vibing" lol, cottagecore couple vibes

please dont feel obligated to reciprocate the amount i wrote, your man is a yapper when it comes to you 😭 hes giving very air/mercurial energy, maybe gemini or libra mercury/venus? hes very romantic with his words

Thank you so much for this!! Here's your reading.

Your future spouse:

2 of Swords, 5 of Pentacles, The Hierophant, 7 of Swords rev.

Your future spouse is someone who is very honest. They hate liars and untruthful people. I see them having this "just" mindset. They might have some traditional values that they believe in and like to practice. Could be religious or have some sort of beliefs that tie to it. They probably grew up experiencing the harder side of life and so they've always wanted to change the system and how it is. They always want to make things right. I see them as someone that fights for others. They can be quite protective as well. I'm picking up on something tense here, that could just be their energy. They like to make positive changes in their community. So if they grew up in a bad area, they would want to help repair it, stuff like that. A very selfless soul that advocates for the rights of others! They definitely have some Libra/Leo energy, maybe some Aquarius too.

[atenea14]

Chapter 2: Web of Hearts

In the Wake of Heroes

Soulmates AU

Pairing: Katsuki x Eijiro x Shoto x Izuku x OC (not physically described though)

Warnings: Season 7 spoilers, events of the anime not represented accurately, soulmates AU, slow burn, not beta read, nothing else for now.

Word count: 2,5k

Divider from: @saradika

Previous chapter Masterlist

Comments or any interaction is appreciated

While Saya had left in the arms of Katsuki accompanied by the rest of the boys, the adults gathered there stood still in silence and confusion for a couple of minutes, almost as if they were in denial of what they had witnessed. Finally the movement of the medical staff brought them out of their stupor. Mitsuki shared a long look with her husband before speaking. 

You’re that girl’s father right?- Her question brought the attention of a black haired man that was pinching his nose with two fingers, he looked at her and extended his hand. 

- Yukine Renji - Mitsuki reciprocated the handshake and presented herself and her husband. 

- We’re the parents of Katsuki. - 

- By your features I guess we’re talking about the boy who was carrying Saya.- 

- That’s right. - Renji nodded and turned to face another one of the parents. 

- Todoroki Enji. - Pleasantries were exchanged again and another uncomfortable silence followed. 

- So… are we going to address the matter or… - Mitsuki was the one taking the initiative again but only received a shrug from Endeavour and a sigh from Renji. 

- Good evening, I’m Aizawa Shota, I’ve also witnessed it. I’m a teacher at UA and I tutor the class where these boys study. I’m not sure if the school or me can be of any help for the families but please let us know if we can do something. - Gratitude was expressed.

- Thank you Aizawa but this is too recent for us to be able to do something, let alone some parents are still missing.-

- Yukine is right, we should warn Inko and Kirishima’s parents. I can go find Inko, she’s also in the hospital.- 

- Do you know Kirishima’s parents too, Ms Bakugou? - Endeavour asked. 

- No, I don’t have a relationship with them.- 

- I believe they're also in the hospital, I’ll ask what Kirishima's room is and ask them to come. - 

- I’ll call my wife.- 

- Should we all meet in the cafeteria? We may be a bother in the middle of a corridor.- Everybody agreed at Renji’s suggestion and after 20 minutes they were all seated. 

- Uhm… Can you tell me what this is about?- 

- Yes, we’d also like to know.- Inko and Kirishima’s parents needed to be filled in. Some sights were heard. 

- I believe our sons are soulmates.- Mitsuki was as blunt as always. 

- Really? Izuku-chan and Katsuki-kun? But… How has the bond been activated now? They have known each other since forever. - 

- No, no I meant… All of our sons are soulmates.- This time Mitsuki made a circular movement with her arm signalling to all the presents. Some parents needed reaffirmation and after another uncomfortable silence and some whispering Kirishima’s parents talked. 

- We’re Eijiro’s parents and we’re aware that Shoto, Bakugou and Midoriya’s parents are here too but we don’t believe we’ve seen you before sir, does your son also study at UA?.- 

- Apologies, I should've presented myself first. I’m Yukine Renji, and Saya, my daughter, does not study at UA. She’s the girl who entered mid fight in the aerial coffin. - 

- She was really brave, I believe her participation was crucial in the war. - Renji softly smiled at Inko. 

- It was, and now she’s also helping with some heroes' recovery. - 

- She’s a good girl. - The man replied curtly with a nod. 

- That’s amazing, aren’t you happy about this Yukine?- He lightly tilted his head and looked directly at Kirishima’s father. 

- I’m proud of her but… I just wished the situation was different. - Kirishima’s father nodded at this.

- I can understand the feeling.- 

- Excuse me for changing the topic but what are we going to do about this situation? - It was the first time Rei spoke that evening. 

- What can we do? If they are soulmates we can’t interfere. - Masaru chimed in. 

- Surely we can do something, it’s not as this is a common soulmate bond. - Kirishima’s mother frowned and gently rested her right hand on her cheek. Masaru also frowned.

- It’s uncommon but not unspoken for, especially in younger generations. I don’t think that the fact that they’re five and not a couple gives us any right to intervene. - Everybody looked genuinely surprised at Endeavour's statement.

- I agree. I’m aware of your concerns because I share them. I know that my daughter is a good girl and I want to believe that your sons are also good. At least I know they are all responsible because of their interventions in this war so I suggest we don’t make any intervention for now and wait to see what the kids want to do. A normal relationship can get really complicated because of the family's intervention but with 5 sets of parents… - Renji didn’t end the phrase but showed a troubled expression. 

- I guess you’re right. - Kirishima’s parents relented. 

- Well, Mr Yukine if our kids decide to have a romantic relationship I promise I’ll be the best mother-in-law.- Mitsuki’s determined expression made Renji smile. 

- You’re going to need to fight for that spot. - Rei’s statement surprised even her husband. 

- I’m not planning on staying behind. - Inko quickly chimed in. 

- Me neither. - Kirishima’s mother brightly smiled while Renji cleared his throat and smiled.

- I appreciate it, a lot. - A nurse suddenly approached them.

- Mr Yukine, we're going to fetch Saya for her appointment. - 

- Thank you, I’ll be there in a moment. - 

- Is she alright? - Rei looked genuinely concerned. 

- She has recovered from her injuries but between the stress of the fight and the endeavour of using her quick to heal she’s still weak. What about the boys? - 

- Eijiro is being sent home in two days. - 

- Izuku still needs to stay. - 

- Shoto needs to stay too.- 

- And Katsuki. - 

- I see, I hope they have a fast recovery. We should exchange contact information later, now if you’ll excuse me I’ll go with Saya. -

Your pain is probably due to over exhaustion so from now on you’ll have to rest in bed after using your quirk but with the new diet, supplements and medical control there should be no further complications. You’ll have to stay in the hospital until we’ve finished treating heroes with your quirk. We’ll schedule the operations depending on your health state but you shouldn’t need to stay here more than a month. 

- A whole month in here? O come on can I not go home between interventions? - 

- Saya is for your health. - Saya side eyed his father.

- We’ll talk about this once we get there. If you have good recovery rates I’ll let you go home, if not you’ll have to stay. Does that work for you Saya? -

- You're making it sound as if I had a choice. - She just sighed and nodded. 

- But you’ll be with Mirko, she will spend more time here than a month. - The girl's eyes shined. 

- You don’t need to send me home. - 

The doctor laughed and left the room. 

- You are incorrigible Saya. - 

- It’s in my genes. - Reiji chuckled. 

- I guess it is. - 

- Aren’t you going to ask me anything? - 

- Do you want to talk about it Saya?- 

- I don't know, it’s really confusing. - 

- You’ve talked with them right? - 

- Uhm… well more liked I had anxiety and cried and they comforted me. - His expression softened.

- I see. Well, they seem to have good families. - 

- What? How do you know? Have you investigated them already? - 

- No, most of the parents witnessed the soul bonding moment so we’ve been talking. - 

- This gets worse by the minute. - Renji looked at the ceiling as if he was talking with someone there. 

- Oh don’t be so dramatic. They have good parents and we’ve decided to not intervene for now so don’t worry about it. - 

- What do you mean for now? - He gave an exasperated sigh and ignored her question. 

- I have to make a couple of calls, I’ll come back later. - 

- No that’s fine, you can go home, it won’t be long until dinner time so don’t worry. -

- Are you sure about this? - 

- Yes, I’ll watch something with my mobile. -

- Okay, I’ll come back tomorrow morning. - 

Saya’s POV: 

Someone knocked at my door when I was about to start eating dinner upon looking I realise they’re here.

- Can we come in? - Izuku gently asks. 

- Oh sure. - I’m a little taken aback upon seeing them with their dinner. 

- We were going to have dinner together and we thought that maybe you would want to join us? - Shoto is the one who clarifies the situation. 

- Yes I’d like to, but there’s no room for all of us in here. -

- The nurses let us use their resting room, they have been spoiling us. - Eijiro cheerfully smiles. 

- That’s great, then let’s go. - I pull the sheet of my legs but before I get up Katsuki speaks. 

- Wait, you shouldn’t be walking. -

- Oh I’m already fine, don't worry I can walk. - Katsuki frowns at my words.

- No you can’t, the nurses have told us to not let you make any efforts. -

- But walking two minutes it’s not an effort. - Katsuki crosses his arms. 

- It is. - Now I’m frowning too. 

- It’s not. - When I’m standing up he gently pushes me down with one hand. 

- Let me carry you. - 

- No, you’re still injured and you are the one who shouldn’t be making an effort. - 

- I’m perfectly able to carry you. - The other three boys were silently watching the interaction not knowing who is more stubborn of the two of you. 

- I’m awar - Eijiro interrupts you. 

- I’ll carry you. I’ve not been sent home because I’m not in the priority list for some final tests but I’m completely fine. - Katsuki pouts and I sigh, surrendering, they won’t let me walk and nod. His smile is contagious so I can’t help it and smile back at him when he picks me up. 

- Thank you.- I look up at him and realise he is already looking at me, our faces just a couple of inches away. 

- You’re welcome. - I chuckle a little when I see blush creeping his cheeks but I’m aware I must look the same. 

Eijiro softly puts me down in one chair, Katsuki helps me by pushing my chair to the table and Shoto places the dinner in front of me while Izuku passes me a glass of water. I can’t help but get a little overwhelmed at all their attention. 

- Thank you guys. - They smiled and reassured me except for Katsuki who tells me to not be a dumbass and that makes me smirk. We start silently having dinner. 

- Soooo… Are we going to talk about this or…? - Eijiro leaves the question hanging in the air. 

- What would you like to discuss? - I’m suddenly nervous and I’m not sure why.

- Well we’re soulmates - I look at Eijiro and smile softly. 

- There’s not much to discuss about it, it’s not like we can do anything about this. - 

- I know… but what are we going to do? Are we… Does this mean that we’re dating now? - Eijiro’s boldness made all of us blush. 

- Have more tact shit hair. - 

- Kacchan stop insulting us. - Their antics always make me smile. 

- I think it’s too soon to define what kind of soulmates we want to be. You’re already friends but I’ve just met you. - 

- So you want to wait some time until we know each other better and then decide? - Shoto is a little stiff, probably because he’s nervous. 

- Yes, I think that’s the best option. - Shoto smiled. 

- I agree. - 

- I don’t mind waiting whatever time to define our relationship - Looking at Katsuki I realise the intensity of his stare towards me. - But I don’t want to have a friendship with my soulmates. - 

- Kacchan what… - 

- No Izuku. Now that the bond is formed I wouldn’t be able to date someone who’s not my soulmate and I won’t bear it if I see any of you with someone else. Do you want to have a friendship now? I’m fine with that. I do want to meet you but I also want to focus on my career so I also think that acting like friends is the best option but keyword, acting. - I look at him with the same intensity, his words have made me really happy. 

- I’d like to reprimand Kacchan for his bluntness but… I’d break my heart to have soulmates and not be in a romantic type relationship. - Izuku grabbed his neck with his hand to soothe his nerves. I smiled at them after hearing Eijiro and Shoto agreeing with them.

- I’d be lying if I said that I disagree with you guys. I couldn’t stand it if you got a girlfriend. Silly right? I just met you but I know I’d get really sad. - 

- I don’t think it is silly. - Eijiro beamed at me. 

- To sum it up, we’ll give ourselves the time we need and we’ll just be friends. Knowing that all of us want to have a romantic soulmate bond in the future. - Shoto was a little bit more relaxed now. 

- Yes, I’m glad we’ve clarified this. - Izuku beamed at me too after hearing me. - Oh, one last thing. Can we keep this to ourselves? I mean I don’t mind if you tell someone in your family or a close friend but I would like to keep the relationship things as private as possible. - 

- I can understand why. - Shoto smiles at me. 

- Yes, our bond is just ours. I’m not giving explanations to extras. - 

- I don’t mind but I don’t get it.- Eijiro tilts his head in confusion. 

- Third parties interventions can make things difficult for us, especially because we have a bond group. That doesn’t mean that we won’t say anything about our relationship but we have to be careful to not overshare. - Eijiro grinned again at Izuku’s explanation, he’s like a golden retriever. 

It was getting late and the nurses started staring at us so once we finished eating we decided to call it a day after exchanging our contact info.

- Izuku-kun? - 

- Ochako-chan! I’m glad to see you. - 

- Me too, we haven’t been granted access to your room until today. I… I’ve heard what happened yesterday, is it true? - Izuku blushed and slightly hid his face with his hand. 

- Ah… yes I’ve found my soulmates. - Ochako got confused. 

- Soulmates? In plural? - 

- Yes! We have a soulmate bond. - She forces a smile.

- I see, with Bakugou-kun and Todoroki-kun?- 

- Yes, but Eiji-kun and Saya-chan are my soulmates too. -

- Saya-chan?- 

- Yes! I’m sure you’ll be friends, she’s great. - Ochako had lost colour in her face

- So there’s a girl in your soulmate group? - Izuku frowned at her expression.

- Yes, what’s wrong?- She tries to hide her feelings by putting on a smile. 

- Oh nothing! I’m glad for you. Now I’ll let you rest, you look tired. - 

- It’s ten in the morning, I'm not… Ochako-chan? - Izuku is completely puzzled and tries to go after her but his wounds aren’t completely healed and he can’t catch her. And that’s why Shoto finds him panting and resting against a wall in the middle of a hallway.

- What’s wrong?- 

- I have no idea Shoto-

AN: The most oblivious boys of the group are going to handle this weird situation. What could go wrong?

[leeha225]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾PINK TINT☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ (2)

Hyunjin×Fem reader

⚠genre⚠: fluff, college scenario, teacher student relationship, maybe forbidden love, red strings attached, very very veryyyy sugar sweet, yet smut says Hi😈

Synopsis: Final year of art school and you still don't know what to do in life. Everything takes a turn when he stepped in, for better or worst. Worst is interesting sometimes. Make my rules sounds nice but feelings never lie.

(a/n: it's all fiction people no hate!!!!)

Warm cup of tea for the day, wrapping her hands around it for heat radiate through her skin, she looked out her apartment window. Evening sun set painting the sky with an array of colors. Wind blew fluttering her art material set for her now due assignment. Since it was the last year attending class everyday wasn't necessary and y/n being the best student never needed so.

Taking a sip of her tea, y/n sat over at her table and took a sheet of paper out. To warm up her hands, she quickly did a rough sketch of anything she thought of. Her pencil like it were possessed drew her pulsing emotions... A boy... No a man.... No... Hwang Hyunjin.

Y/n drew the very view she admired, his gentle smile with the cute crescent curve of his eyes. Looking at it made her flush up again, putting away the drawing quickly, y/n went over to start yer assignment.

Half way through her assignment with the base sketch, her phone vibrated on the table with a low buzz. It was Chungha.

C:Heeyyyyyyyy🤩

Y/n: ola amigo~✋

C: The university is hosting an Art exhibition and Mr K asked if you want to donate any of your paintings!!!

Y/n: I don't have anything exhibition-able

C: Then make one... You have time till next month. He asked you to come tomorrow.

Y/n: okay 😪

C: Seeeeya😎 Good luck 🤗

Y/n had to know the details about the exhibition, rushing up to the office, she couldn't help but feel excited. This was an amazing opportunity for her chance to Paris. Maybe she could even earn money if anyone bought her piece.

"Mr K?" Y/n knocked softly at his cabin door.

"Come in" Inside were decorated with old and new paintings, several paintings stacked in boxes at the side, well yes the place was rubbish but... Colorful.

"Ahhh Y/n, I was expecting you... Come with me" Y/n followed Mr K out to another cabin, to find a junior staff going through few sketches.

"Ms U this is y/n one of my best students" Brief greetings. "She wants to participate in the art exhibition donating some of her artworks"

"Do have anything that you would like to present?" The young woman maybe in her 20s spoke softly with a smile.

"Um... I was thinking since I have one month time, could paint a new one?" Fiddling with the hem of her blouse, y/n felt a sudden break of cold sweat.

"Well the thing is that we have to put up the artworks on the brochure and that has to be sent everywhere"

"O-oh... But I don't have any-"

"Let it be a mystery piece" Y/n jolted at the voice from behind, it was Mr Hwang right behind her that she could feel his presence towering over her.

"A mystery piece is only done with recognized artists to attract visitors" Mr K said while Y/n couldn't think straight. Too close was all she could think holding her breathe.

"It's fine I'll try next-"

"Use my name, I'll be her mentor and I'll produce a piece too with her" All three eyes went wide. Y/n finally turned to look at him, he looked straight at her with a smile. His hair was tied this time, and his usual casual hoodie was replaced with a white cardigan button that hung loose over his body, exposing ample of his collarbone. Paired with formal pants... Classic. Y/n quickly turned away to hide her naughty gaze.

"Great then, you both can use the art room as much as you want. I need to see the progress every week. Two paintings soon"

"Yes Mr K. Thank you Ms U" Y/n still blank slowly processing. Hyunjin walked away with a low chuckle to himself... Is he enjoying this?!

"Y/n a word" Mr K called for her to his cabin. To his dusty cabin again, how does he even survive here without a wheeze. "Sit down, I really need you to take this opportunity seriously, because your paired with one of the best renowned artist. I'm genuinely thankful because he denied my offer in presenting a piece, but now because of you he reconsidered. So, just go with the flow, any problems you can approach me. Okay?"

"He's famous?"

"That's a secret but yeah it's a golden opportunity, not to worry. Also don't ask him personal questions because he doesn't like being...talked about. Good luck then" Something felt off, because y/n felt like she was getting ready to babysit a grumpy kid.

"Thank you Mr K" Y/n walked out of the dust and opened the staff room door to find Mr Hwang leaning against the wall waiting for her.

"Mr H-Hwang" Y/n softly greeted and he came over to her.

"Ms y/n, Let's talk" Instantly he turned away and walked to the nearest empty classroom. Screeching two chairs to the middle face to face for them. Y/n sat down awkwardly adjusting herself as the man sat down casually legs crossed. "What is your art style?" He asked taking out his phone.

"Um...Minimalism? both impressionism and post-impressionism, aesthetics pastel colors and emotions" He peeked from his phone at her, inhaling sharply.

"You know what is my style?" He leaned forward, exposing his chest a bit. Y/n shook her head flushed every moment with the man "Realism, Baroque, expressionism, and emotions. What do you think we have in common?" She looked up at him and wondered, how their thoughts were completely different, he was more of beige guy while hers a more pink. But one thing sure did coincide.

"Emotions" His face lit up.

"Exactly. We are going portray our emotions...Romanticism" The last word was soft as a whisper. Hyunjin stood up to walk towards the board. Playing with the marker lid he leaned back against the board with his gaze fixed at the student up front. "What do you think is romanticism y/n?"

"Expression of emotions of an individual towards anything, like nature, music, art forms and-"

"People yes, very good. But I think it's felony. It isn't real romanticism" Hyunjin tried pushing y/n to the edge to get it out of her.

"Why do you think so Mr Hwang?" Y/n feigned innocence to bring him to the edge too.

"Because if you could love it then why should we learn to let it go" Hyunjin came over and bent to align his gaze with hers.

"W-well they say when person losses someone or something, they are given the most powerful strength of endurance. Love and loss are proportional to one another. Cannot be balanced because everyone will come across feelings of grief once in a while" Y/n bit make a tear as Hyunjin sharp gaze wavered as he was of loss of words.

"Well said" He clapped. "That will be our theme then" Brushing back his hair, Hyunjin went over to write that one the board. 'Love and Loss'. "We are supposed to produce two works, so one is Love and other Loss. Which do you choose?"

"Um, I don't know... Loss?"

"You do Love" Y/n nibbled on her lip because she wasn't familiar with it... Much... Maybe but maybe not. "Have you not witnessed love y/n?"

"No, just a crush but got over it" Hyunjin narrowed his gaze, inhaling deeply as he sat across from her again and whispered.

"Don't worry. I'll help you with that" He smirked to himself toying with her like he was with the marker in Hand.

"Y-yes?" Her questioning gaze was cut off by the bell. Y/n jumped up at the sudden siren, adjusting herself. "I have to get home. Thank you for the insight"

"Right, Thank you too. Tomorrow bring a normal scribble pad, pencil and eraser" Hyunjin stood up and followed her out.

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On her way home Y/n thought of... Love. Foreign as it sounds but she did get a taste of the feeling. Kai, a dance major, senior from school and friend who once helped through embarrassing times. Both first met when Y/n clumsy almost pushed all the bicycles, But Kai caught her in time. Since then she would always find him. Slowly they both started with Hi's, small sentences, exchange of numbers. But after a while, she found that her classmate Jenny made her move on him. Chungha guessed maybe he got close to y/n to just get to see Jenny. Trash, Chungha once exclaimed for them to hear and hid while Y/n was caught. Kai called her over and asked how she was doing and boasted about her girlfriend. Y/n herself said trash bluntly and left. Chungha felt super proud of her friend.

Dark and crushing it is... Love.. Scoff*

~~~~~~~~~~~

A scribble pad, stationary, water, purse, snacks... All set. Rummaging through her bag one last time before walking to class... No one. Hyunjin isn't here yet, y/n sat down continuing her playlist for a while. Slowly she turned to the nearby window and leaned on the sil. One hand pillowed for her face, while the other dangled outside trying to catch the falling leaves and petals off the nearby tree. In a distance people were playing and cheering for a basketball match. The crowd mingling with the breeze made y/n sleepy. Slowly her eyes fluttered shut as she drifted off to dreamland.

Soft weather continues, but it was night, the moon shone bright illuminating her path. Y/n was walking through her hometown streets, an unfamiliar tree stood in the distance, swaying to the wind and shining under the moonlight. A single petal from a flower on the tree brushed past her cheek warm. The warmth made her smile in peace.

Slowly she got up rubbing her cheek as though the dream were real she realised. Hyunjin! Looking around she found the man right next to her leaning against the wall. His hair all messy but cute, a simple smile looking down at her. Y/n stood up to greet the man, stumbling a little clumsy from the sleep.

"G-good morning"

"Good afternoon" He emphasised for her to check the time and yes it was 1:07pm. "Have you eaten?"

"No I haven't" Correcting herself averting her gaze to her back for her makeup. One side of her cheek had a soft pink touch to it, was it because of the rubbing?

"Me too, so let's go out for lunch, we can start our discussions their" Y/n eyes widened did he just ask her out for lunch. But who would deny the man.

"O-okay" Grabbing her stuff real quick both left out to have lunch at a local restaurant, quickly finding seats, Hyunjin the gentleman he his helped her to be seated. Y/n flushed distracting every brain cell to the menu card. Quickly ordering anything she thought was interesting and took out her scribble pad. Looking up to see the man was staring directly into her soul, running his finger on his lips softly. Gulp*

This is going to take a while...

~~~~~~~~

A rough sketch on what to be done was complete and so was lunch, both just about to leave.

"I'll pay" Y/n offered but Hyunjin chuckled walking to the counter.

"Another time. Let me be a gentleman today" Fishing out his wallet.

"And tomorrow?" Y/n blurted without thought. He thought for a while and smirked.

"You tell me" Y/n couldn't think straight and went out to find kids playing, giggles and care free vibe. Quickly capturing the moment when one kid came over to her.

"Unnie (elder sister) your pretty like a flower" She said tugging her dress, y/n in awe quickly picked her up and started laughing and asked her name. The little girl answered with her pinching Y/n cheek with a tiny fingers, to see if she were real. Just how contagious kids were with their happiness, quickly turning around to see Hyunjin smiling at his phone.

"I have to go now bye" Putting her down softly and adjusting her dress the little kid ran away waving shy. " Isn't she cute?" Y/n asked to the man who now stood closer. His hair brushing over his face effortlessly.

"Yeah. You like kids?"

"Yeah, How can one not?" Completely in love with the little one.

"Okay" Hyunjin said and walked away, eh...

"Um... Why don't you like kids? " Y/n catching on.

"Yeah I very much do" He said looking at her sideways to observe her reaction.

"Er... Thank you for the lunch" Y/n stammered

"Anything for my student"

Rest of the way they discussed on the later specifics like size, type of paint etc, to place the order.

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The discussion went on for thre days, Mr K confirming and placing order for the materials, Y/n spent the rest of her time with her own assignments. Music, painting, Tea, cake... Regular routine.

Following week the materials arrived. Checking and setting things up, sometimes Hyunjin and Y/n would have that tension moment but eased out as the first priority was the exhibition. The site was set and going around to a get gist was mandatory. Y/n suggested painting a little on the wall to show a connection between the paintings. Hyunjin was pleased and so was Mr K seeing how they got along just fine.

Weeks went by as both sometimes both continued at home and got back to show progress. Yet both didn't dare to make a mistake. Finally as 80% of the art now finished Y/n stretched out, pulling out her headphones to look outside. It was raining and that dimmed out the room. Looking over her board to see Hyunjin full focused painting, studying his features to see his forehead scrunched cutely showing he's concentrating hard. His long slender fingers holding the brush and strokes all elegant. Wow he was an Art himself. Y/n stood up to get a closer look and my God it was amazing. How defined each stroke was representing loss. What made him portray it perfectly?

"It's amazing?" She mumbled, Hyunjin turned and oops he wasn't wearing headphones in one ear. "It looks amazing, love the blend and definition" She said bending over to get a closer look. "How do you bring to color blend without disturbing the base?" Y/n shot a few questions as a student.

"Here sit" She sat next to him as Hyunjin explained his tricks in a very detailed way and yes her intention to learn were genuine.

"How can you portray loss so well?" She whispered but the man again heard her. Leaning back, he loosened his hair tie and looked at the painting.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I-I mean it's perfect like you have really gone through that emotion-"

"Yes I have, I did lose someone dear to me" Y/n wanted to ask more but Mr K words echoed.

"I'm sorry to have asked"

"No it's alright, you were right though, one who experiences loss are given the most powerful strength of endurance" He looked at her, both were close leaned in. Just an effort and the space between could just disappear. He looked down at her lips then back at her but turned away. Silence as Y/n very well understood his emotion. Suddenly a romantic OST played out loud complementing the rain and the atmosphere. Y/n quickly got to her feet to see that her headphones went off and phone started playing out loud. Shoot

"Y/n" A low call as her name seemed to echo through her. Hyunjin was now on his feet too, one hand extended out. The room now super dark because it was after university hours, not many people in the building, is that why everything seemed to be heard like an echo? The pattering loud and clear. She went over and stood in front like she were possessed by the man, he softly pulled her close. Shiver ran down her spine like the room had got 5 times cooler. But the warmth from him eased. One hand on her hip lightly and other held her hand warm and firm. Both hands covered in paint looked beautiful to them. (Artists you see) Slowly both swayed to the music, starting with simple steps and slowly they twirled causing them to giggle. The sad atmosphere now better, Hyunjin looked beautiful smiling like a kid. His crescent eyes curved to complement his beauty mark. Like a moon and star. The tempo increased and steps became fast too, twirling about when both finally laughed out their hearts looking at each other and...

Peck~

Hyunjin softly brushed his soft lips over Y/n's making both flushed with a mild pink tint.

a/n: Just finished my exams, super sorry for delays people😘Love you guys for the support. ❤it 🔁it... ~

[gallavichthings]

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#5

Gallavich Gift Exchange 2022

It’s a wonderful time of the year yet again! Time for another gift exchange! I’m keeping it pretty much the same as last year, since that seemed to go well. Hope to get many participants again!

Please read the rules before signing up.

General rules:

Click here to sign up. You’ll be asked for a prompt for the gift you want to receive. Please notice you will also be required to make a gift for someone else (hence the word exchange). Having a Tumblr account is not mandatory, though it does make things a bit easier.

Once sign-ups close, I’ll be making a list of all the wanted prompts for you to choose what you want. This will be done in a first-come, first-served basis (if by any chance the prompts left are somehow not possible to be completed by the authors/artists left, the people who’ve requested them might be asked to make some changes).

If by any reason you think you won’t be able to finish your gift, let me know as soon as possible so I can find someone else to finish in your place. Please know that in this case it’s possible that the gift being done for you isn’t concluded either.

One last thing: you’re allowed to send anonymous messages to the person whose prompt you’re fulfilling to ask for more information (or just to be cute :) ), as long as you don’t disclose your identity, of course. If the person doesn’t have anonymous messages enabled or isn’t on Tumblr, let me know and I’ll send them the messages on your behalf.

As always, send me any questions you might have via askbox or chat.

Minimum requirements are as follows:

Fanfiction - 1,000

Fanart - lineart

Gifset/photoset - 6 gifs/pictures

Edits/manips: 4 small images OR 2 large images OR 1 large + detailed image

Videos: 30 seconds

Fanmix: 8 songs + cover

Podfics: 1 fic

Dates:

Sign-ups close: December 3rd

Prompts will be announced: December 4th

Check-ups: December 13th and December 20th (these are just so I have an idea of how things are going, there are no minimum requirementes)

Posting: December 22nd to 28th

117 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

Gallavich Gift Exchange 2021 Masterpost

I wasn’t sure if I should host a gift exchange this year, figured not enough people would be interested, that it would be too much of a hassle, but fortunately I changed my mind and I’m so, so thankful to everyone who participated and helped make this such a success! Truly, you’re all amazing.

So here’s the masterpost (I apologize for the long post, but for once I didn’t want to put anyone under a read more).

Happy holidays and a happy 2022!

From @captainjowl to @thehonorarybeaumont: Laundry Day

From @thehonorarybeaumont to @captainjowl: Blue & Red

From @ms-moonlight-inn to @arrowflier: Princess Toadstool Gets a Night Tree

From @arrowflier to @ianandmickeygallavich: Merry & Bright

From @ianandmickeygallavich to @ms-moonlight-inn​: 5 Times Ian and Mickey Never Kissed Under The Mistletoe And 1 Time They Did

From @flamingbluepanda to @milkovichian: Pink + White

From @milkovichian to @sweetbee78: falling for you

From @sweetbee78 to @annatrow: Reinforcing Trust

From @annatrow to @mishervellous: Candy Canes and Weed

From @mishervellous​ to @thewesternredcedar: The Road not Taken

From @thewesternredcedar to @ravenstakeflight​: The Outsiders

From @ravenstakeflight to @imikhailo: a royal life

From @notherenj-nowherenj to @sisitrip: Who Am I, When I’m Not With You

From @sisitrip to @mrsmonaghan-blog: ...Two Marble Tags, And A Lullaby In A Steel Box

From @mrsmonaghan-blog to @filorux: Here for You

From @filorux to @marzgaperez: Mistletoe kiss fanart

From @marzgaperez to @y0itsbri: Slowly but surely

From @y0itsbri​ to @abundanceofnots​: Milkovich & Cookies

From @abundanceofnots to @squidyyy23: Two boys, one (not so) festive evening

From @squidyyy23 to @look-i-love-u: Bazooka

From @look-i-love-u to @energievie: Wrapped around your... Finger

From @energievie to @sully-999: Empty crown (my body’s missing pieces)

From @sully-999 to @doodlevich: 12 Days of Christmas

From @ms-moonlight-inn to @xgoldendays: A Change Of Plans At Tornillo-Guadalupe

From @xgoldendays to @sunoficarus: Something to hold on to

From @sunoficarus to @notherenj-nowherenj: Mutually Beneficial

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#3

Gallavich Week 2022

Hello, everyone! It’s that time of the year again! Are you all ready for Gallavich Week 2022? I’m so excited for this one! We’re doing things a bit differently this year, as you might have noticed. More details about the prompts as well as full guidelines after the Read More. Quick reminder that all kinds of work are welcome, as long as they are original. Please read the guidelines before posting.

DAYS AND PROMPTS

Day 1 (June 12) - Theme based (choose 1): Celebration (birthdays, anniversaries, festivals, holidays, random celebrations, anything goes) Trials and Tribulations (problems, big or small, it doesn’t matter; may be between them or something they face together) Day 2 (June 13) - Quote based (choose 1 - anything loosely based in one of these quotes goes): “I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.” - Elizabeth Barrett Browning. “I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.” - Rita Rudner Day 3 (June 14) - Painting based (choose 1 - again, anything loosely based in one of these paintings is enough; may be the general atmosphere of it, the situation in it or even them actually interacting with it somehow):

Stag at Sharkey’s (George Bellows)

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162 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#2

Spring is here! (well, in the Northern Hemisphere it is) The boys are ready for some spring cleaning. Are you?

Welcome to the first ever Gallavich Spring Cleaning!

What is that, you ask? Easy! It’s a multiwork event hosted by @gallavichfanficlibrary and yours truly (with some help of @gallavichprompts​, thank you!) . That means any kind of work is accepted: fics, fanart, videos, gifs, you name it! Oh, and did I mention there are no requirements either? Drabbles and one-shots are more than welcome (my burn-out brain actually thanks you). 

The only rule for this event is: it’s got to be PG-13 - in other words, clean. (Get it? Cause of spring cleaning? *wink wink* I’m very smart). That means no mature teams, no smut, no M18, no ~lemon~. Of course swearing is allowed (I mean, it’s still Ian and Mickey we are talking about), just keep it sfw. Think of it as a reverse kinktober, if you will.

Prompts are under the Read More. You can use only one, several or all of them. Mix and match, if you want to! Repeat them, even!  They’re just your starting points! 

This event will run through the whole month of April, so you may post whenever you want. Tag me (@gallavichthings) so I can see and reblog it as soon as possible. Feel free to also tag the Library if you’re posting fics (oh, and if you can, please put your fics under read mores if they’re too long and you post them here in full, as a courtesy to those roaming the tags). 

For those using AO3, here’s the Collection for this event.

Let’s have some clean fun!

Situation prompts:

Spring cleaning.

It's the first sunny day in what feels like forever, after several weeks of bad weather and storms that have kept them spending most of the time in their apartment. 

Spring: sniffles, pollen, and tissues.

The Big Easter Egg Hunt.

The only thing Mickey knows about his soulmate is that he’s supposed to meet him in the spring.

Teenagers Ian and Mickey somehow end up spending St.Patrick’s Day together, and it’s not a date but it also kinda sorta feels like it might be? 

Spring on the Westside feels different than on the Southside.

Ian and Mickey are slowly turning their apartment into a ‘home’, bringing small touches of themselves into it.

Mickey’s always been a light sleeper who has suffered from nightmares. It’s only when they finally get their apartment sorted that he starts to sleep well and really understand what a good night's sleep can be.

The lease on the apartment is almost up. (Do they stay in the apartment? Move out? Go apartment hunting? Hire a realtor?)

One day Ian comes across an injured cat and nurses it back to health. After a few days he finds a stranger on his couch and the cat is nowhere to see. (Shapeshifting AU)

The last thing Ian expects to see in the mysterious box that Mickey brings to the dugouts is kittens. And he definitely didn’t expect that they would end up caring for them together.

5 times they visited family members + 1 time the family members visited them.

Debbie wants to make a good old Gallaghers’ style BBQ. (Everything goes wrong.)

The king sends his best knight to kill the monster that lives in the forest. Turns out, the monster is pretty charming and doesn’t actually harm anyone. 

Dialogue prompt

“Well, this is new.”

“This isn’t what it looks like, I swear! Okay … it’s kind of what it looks like, but just give me a chance to explain.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“So hang on, let me get this straight.”

“Oh, good, you’re here! Hold this.”

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162 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Gallavich Kinktober 2022

Hello, everyone! Are you ready for some (dirty) fun? Here are the prompts for this year’s kinktober. There are two for each day, one situational and one dialogue. You may choose only one or use both. You can also mix and match two or more days (in which case, please post on the day for the last prompt used and do mention all the days it fits so I can tag it accordingly). Reminder that all kinds of works are accepted and there’s no need to sign up. Simply post on the assigned day (or later, that’s fine, just make sure to mention what day(s) it is for) and remember to @ me so I can reblog it (just mentioning me in the tags won’t do, I can’t always see that). Let’s get this party started!

Day 1 - sex dream X “Touch yourself for me.”

Day 2 -  dirty talk X “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”

Day 3 -  uniform / costume X “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”

Day 4 - thigh riding X “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

Day 5 -  jealous / possessive sex X “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”

Day 6 - exhibitionism / voyeurism X “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”

Day 7 -  food X “If you want to cum you’d better beg.”

Day 8 -  stripping / lap dance X “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

Day 9 - 69 X “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

Day 10 -  latex / leather X “Did I say you could stop?”

Day 11 - orgasm denial X “Open your mouth.”

Day 12 - against a wall X “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

Day 13 -  sex tape X “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”

Day 14 - piercings X “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”

Day 15 -  unusual sex positions X “Did you dress up just for me?”

Day 16 - massages X “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

Day 17 - hair pulling X “Take it off. Slowly.”

Day 18 - sleepy sex X “Pull my hair!”

Day 19 - face sitting X “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

Day 20 - wax X “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”

Day 21 - cum kink X “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”

Day 22 - innocence X “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

Day 23 - handcuffs X “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”

Day 24 - scent X “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”

Day 25 - biting X “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”

Day 26 - nipple play X “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

Day 27- vanilla / slow & soft X “Is that a thong?”

Day 28 - tattoos X “You look good all soaking wet.”

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Ted Lasso Fanfic Challenge 2023 - January

A new year, a new set of challenges! I hope these ones will inspire more of you to take part!

January’s Challenge:  Death & the Afterlife

The Rules: There are none, EXCEPT that your piece must deal with death, and any of the events or spectrum of emotions that it can bring. Show Nate grieving a loved one he lost long ago, or Henry meeting in his dreams the grandfather he never knew. Write about Ted soothing Hank as he was put down, or Rebecca unable to recall the last time she spoke with Paul. Consider the first patient Dr Kent ever lost, or Sharon treating someone who is thinking of suicide. Think about Higgins crying when the entire Greyhound family comes to Julie’s funeral, or Keeley planning a funeral that helps her fear death less. Show Phoebe being afraid of cemeteries, or Deborah treasuring her weekly visit to her husband’s grave. Write about Sassy coming back from a near-death experience, or Trent asking somebody to raise his daughter if he dies. Consider Nora’s profound relief upon Rupert’s death, or Jamie crying non-stop when Mr. Tartt dies. Think about the Crown & Anchor’s uncertain future after Mae’s death, or Ted being sad when Ms. Shipley dies, even though she was always yelling at him. Show Roy writing a bucket list, now that he sees a future for himself after football. Write about Rupert arguing when the Grim Reaper comes for him, or Sam greeting death as an old friend after a long and happy life. Consider Beard exploring the afterlife, or a reincarnation fic involving Mr. Lasso. Or, if you’d prefer, think about an idiom related to death, such as died laughing or you’re dead to me or a fate worse than death.

Any character, any setting, any premise - anything goes! I’m calling it January’s challenge, but there is absolutely no deadline. And no word limit either - make it a drabble or a one-shot, or the longest multi-chapter you’ve ever written. (I can’t claim to need new things to read these days, but I love multi-chapters all the same). It doesn’t even need to be fic - I’d be thrilled if any of these challenges inspired a gifset or some other form of fanart!

Want to participate but aren’t able to write something at the moment? That’s fine too! Just describe what you’d like to write about for this month’s challenge. I’m curious what ideas all of you have in your heads!

Please add your fic to the AO3 collection HERE, and tag it with Ted Lasso Fanfic Challenge anywhere else you post!

Feel free to check out any of my prompts if you’re looking for inspiration. I hope to create a Masterpost with all of them in one place soon!

Bonus Challenge: Feel like setting an additional challenge for yourself? Send  me an Ask and I’ll give you a character/setting/premise!

Good luck!

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What about setting intentions. You want things to change, you need to convince yourself that they can change, that they are changeable.

Intentions sometimes help with that.

Setting intentions is a balancing act, there’s an art to tricking the brain this way and it’s about time you tricked your brain with how often your brain tricks you.

Because your brain does. It tricks you into thinking bad things quite often, that you’re not enough or not important, or not as absolutely amazing as you actually are. So, time for some payback.

Intention setting basics

They have to be positive (the words No or not are to be avoided)

They have to be present tense (the brain gives a lot of push back to the future tense)

You have to believe it, feel it, really want to connect to the intention. (Don’t be wishy washy about it)

That last one is the hard one. So here’s a little help.

Get a bag of jelly beans or m&ms or gummy bears or whatever candy you like, it just has to come in different colors. If it comes in different colored wrappers that works too. If you don’t like or don’t or can’t eat candy, pick something you can or like to eat that comes in different colors, fruit, vegetables, or add a little food coloring to a glass of water, whatever it takes.

What color?

Here you have options. Colors have meanings. They have cultural meanings, social meanings, religious meanings, psychological meanings. They have personal meanings too.

So this is a double down on the believing the intention thing.

You pick something that is a color associated with the intention.

You can look up color meanings or you can assign them yourself.

You’re about to trick your brain, you are in control here.

If yellow makes you think of happy things and your intention is I wake up every morning an active participant in a happy life, you hit that with the yellow color and the taste of the yellow thing and you hit the brain with a triple tap…Happy Happy Happy

If pink makes you think of love and your intention is I love everything about myself, you hit that with the pink color and the taste of the pink thing and once again…triple tap….Love Love Love

Get the idea?

Give the brain some pay back. All those unhappy thoughts, those self destructive or defeating thoughts, those negative thoughts, those anxious thoughts - push back.

Set an intention, pick a color, and then feel it, see it, taste it and let your brain know you’re in charge for a minute.

You want another tap? Want to give the brain four signals instead of three? Wear some thing that color whenever you want to remind yourself of the intention.

Another? Getting a little greedy. But that’s okay. I feel you. Use the mindfulness exercise Notice. Set your brain to noticing the color, every time that color appears in your field of vision notice it. Just think to yourself a couple times, today I will notice (color) and then the focus will come in to place and you will spot the color all the time, and since you’ve tied that color to your intention, there’s the tap. Love, Peace, Happy, Joy, Content, whatever the feeling is, the intention, the thought that’s important to you, every single time.

Still more? Okay, one more. Think about your color and how it feels. Does it feel warm? Cold? Soft? Squishy? Find something that feels that way. Hit the brain with the thought, the sight, the taste, the repetition, and the touch.

Really? Not enough? Okay, okay. One more. What does that color sound like? Is there a song or a piece of music that makes you think about that color or that feeling that you associate with the color? Is there a shorter sound like a chime or a bird or a bug that makes a noise and you think of that emotion or feeling or color? Play it. Hit the brain with the thought, the sight, the taste, the repetition, the touch, and the sound. Overwhelm the brain with the feeling. Every sense that sends a note to the brain engaged.

Be positive about it, be present, and then feel it. Use every thing you can to help as needed.

A multicultural perspective on the meaning of colors: https://www.color-meanings.com/color-symbolism-different-cultures/

A magic perspective on color: https://www.colorsexplained.com/color-magic-meanings/

A resource on the psychology of color: https://www.colorpsychology.org/

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Chapter 2: Reunion

CW: Anorexia, Mild blood, Bullying

Brook could feel her blood run cold as that voice rang out. That sweet, soft, and cursed voice. Savannah. It's been years since Brook spoke to her, thought about her, or saw her. But that voice brought so much back to her, so much she thought she had killed and buried. Rachel and Alicia looked at her, confusion on their faces. Brook had mentioned her old friend briefly but besides that she didn't say much about her. Brook needed to act though, say something to get this ghost of her past away.

Brook turned to face the girl and she could feel her resolve crumble seeing that angel face. She looked so soft and innocent, how Brook looked years ago. Brook forced the words from her mouth. "Who are you?"

Savannah's smile faded, her tail wagging slowed. "It's me, Savannah. I just moved here." Brook crossed her arms. "And…? Look I'm sure you're nice and all but I think you have me confused for someone else." Savannah's excited smile completely faded, her shoulders slouching. "Oh." She muttered. The muffled laughter around them made Brook's eye twitch, fuck how she hated that laughter. Brook placed a hand on Savannah's shoulder, whispering in her ear. "Meet me at lunch alright. By the vending machines." The look in those innocent eyes was enough to make Brook want to melt. She couldn't, never again. 

Savannah shakily stepped away, returning to the two girls she had left behind in her excitement. Brook turned back to her own friends who looked at her in curiosity. She spoke just loud enough for them to hear. "In a moment, let's get out of this crowd." Rachel nodded, gently pulling the confused Alicia with her. Once alone by their lockers Alicia spoke. "So what was that? Who was she? Did you really not know her? What did you-" Rachel wrapped a hand around Alicia's muzzle. "One question at a time. Let Brook breathe." Alicia looked up at Rachel, pulling her muzzle away. "Okay okay, I was just curious. I have never seen her before."

Savannah sighed as she thought over her friend's question. "Brooklyn was my best friend. My only friend back in Montana." Lina hummed quietly, laughing a little. "So Ms. Queen Bee was a homeschooled freak. No offense to you Savvy." Savannah sighed a little. "She never used to act like that." Genny shugged. "I'm sorry to say but Brook has always been like that." Savannah sighed. "Where did that even come from? Brooklyn never went by Brook." Lina shugged. "People change Savvy." Savannah sighed, crossing her arms. "Yeah I… suppose so."

Rachel looked down at Brook, her expression unreadable. Alicia was far easier to read, her eyebrows knit. "Why did you ignore her then? She seems really nice." Rachel looked over at Savannah. "She wouldn't fit in." She stated. Brook nodded, her eyes closing. "Exactly. She'd be too innocent for this anyway." Alicia watched quietly, absent mindlessly pulling at her dress. "So you're just going to pretend not to know her? Couldn't you be friends outside of school?" Brook shook her head. "No, it'd be less painful for us both if I just told her to stick with those two." Rachel held Brook's shoulder. "Do you want us to… keep her safe from the sidelines?" Brook looked up at her, that would be a fair trade off. "Yes." Alicia smiled, squirming a little as the bell rang. "Oh! Looks like it's time to go."

Savannah was pulled along by Genny to their shared class. Upon arriving Savannah sat with Genny at the front of class. "So for summer we were assigned to read "The Great Gatsby". I don't think you're going to need to take the test but Mr. Collins might want you to read it so you can participate." Savannah smiled a little. "Oh I read it before, I should be okay." Genny nodded as the teacher began class. He introduced himself and what the class would be about. Savannah's mind couldn't help but wonder, what happened to her old friend? Why was she like that? Savannah's nail drifted up to her mouth, her teeth biting down on it. It broke off easily enough but her mind wouldn't stop bombarding her with anxiety filled ideas. She moved to her next nail, then the next, and then… nothing. Her teeth were met with fur and skin. Her pointer finger was starting to ache, she could taste a mild amount of blood on her tongue. 

Mildly panicked she pulled her hand away, wrapped her finger in her skirt. Next to her, Genny seemed bored. Not paying attention to Savannah nor the class. Mr. Collins seemed inraptured in his own speech. In front of her Savannah noticed a pile of papers. It would seem that Mr. Collins was talking about them. Savannah's eyes glazed over the requirements for class, the different sections of lessons, and finally where she and a parent needed to sign. She retrieved a pencil from her backpack, quietly taping it against her paw three times before signing the paper. 

Genny, meanwhile, had fallen asleep. She was snoring ever so softly. Savannah's attention turned back to Mr Collins. “Now who can tell me what the main theme of “The Great Gatsby” was?” Savannah raised her paw, a smile on her face. Mr. Collins seemed surprised, glancing around the room briefly before calling on her. “Yes Ms. Reed?” Savannah rested her paws in her lap. “The American dream, every character calls into question how we view America's wealth and poverty and the story as a whole is a critical look into the notion as a whole.” She answered, her tail wagging behind her. Mr. Collins smiled, nodded in acceptance. “Very good Ms. Reed. I might have to give you that summer test after all.” Savannah smiled with pride, though that was quickly dashed as she heard laughter around her. “Fuckin teacher's pet.”

“Maybe you can give Ms. Ryan some of that work effort.” Beside her Genny jerked up, a trail of saliva down her chin. “Wha?” Mr. Collins sighed, shaking his head before going back to his lecture. Through the day Savannah had very similar experiences. She would answer a question only to be shot down with laughter and muttering. Lina shot Genny a smile, her arm wrapped around Savannah's soldiers. “Genny, we adopted ourselves a complete nerd. Looks like we're gonna have a nice easy ride.” Genny rolled her eyes, laughing softly. “Oh come on, you know that's not why you like her.” Savannah's smile couldn't quite reach her eyes. She assumed, hoped, that they were both joking. Lina gave Savannah a squeeze before pulling away. “C'mon it's time to eat.” 

Savannah's eyes drifted to the vending machines, chewing on her lower lip. “I'll be there in a moment.” Genny looked at her, crossing her arms. “Savvy, it's not a good idea.” Lina nodded. “You can't say for sure if she'll even show up.” Savannah rubbed her shoulder. “I… want to see what she has to say.” Lina sighed, their eyes closing. “Alright, we can't make you come. Just be careful.” Savannah nodded, Genny patted her arm. “I'll save you something to eat.” Savannah smiled shakily. “Thank you.”

On the opposite side of school, Brook was panicking. She hung over the bathroom sink, slow breaths leaving her mouth. Deep in her stomach she felt sick, it would have risen to her mouth had she eaten that morning. She turned on the sink faucet, cupped her hand under the flowing water and poured it down her throat. School water was always gross, but right now it was the best option for her. Once it was down she lifted her head, swallowing the nothing on her tongue. Her ears folded backwards as she stared at the ceiling. 

God how she felt like a middle school meeting up with her crush for the first time.

The thought made her jolt, her fur standing on end as she looked into the mirror. “No.” She announced to herself before turning to leave. She hit her forehead with her paw pads, cursing to herself. Outside the bathroom her boyfriend, well not really her boyfriend, was standing there. His name is Sage. Objectively he's handsome, beautiful blue eyes, perfect fur, a heart melting smile… he really is a perfect cover for school. Sage leaned against the wall, picking out dirt from his nails. He looked over at Brook, a smile curling up his lips. “All good?” Brook nodded, sighing. “Yeah, you look gay doing that.” Sage huffed, rolling his eyes. “Oh that's great coming from you.” Brook laughed dryly. The laugh was enough to make her grimace. It was enough for Sage to place a hand on her shoulder. “What's wrong?” Brook smirked at him. “Worried about your girl now?” He didn't smile back, his expression firm and worried. “Brook.” She let out a breath, placing a hand on top of his. “She's here.” 

Sage couldn't help but make a sound of pain, his body physically reacting to that. Childhood crushes that never ended, that's the one pain he could always understand. Gay ones, that just pulled on a part of him that's extra tender. Sage pulled his friend to the floor, sitting them both down. “Tell me about it?” Brook shook her head, her lips pressed together. “Not here, you never know who could hear.” He nodded, folding his paws in his lap. “What are you going to do?” Brook rested her head on his shoulder. “Get her away. I'm going to talk to her at lunch.” Sage hummed quietly. “So now?” She nodded. He pulled her up. “Go on, sitting like this will only make you think about it more.” Brook looked up at him before pulling herself up to her feet. “Talk to you later then, wish me luck.” Sage laughed quietly. “Yeah yeah, now go you silly lesbian.” Brook flipped him off, a playful smile on her lips as she left.

Savannah leaned against the vending machines, her nails having met with her teeth again. Savannah looked up as she heard paw steps. There she is.

Brook looked at the canine infront of her. Big, innocent eyes and fur that looks silky-smooth. It was, Brook knew it was. Her paw twitched by her side, all she wanted was to draw her hand through that fur again and-

“Brookie?” Savannah asked, she felt vulnerable under her gaze. Here was her old friend and she wasn't anything she knew. So cold, her expression looked foreign on her face. Brook let out a breath, crossing her arms. “Why are you here?” Savannah blinked dumbly. “You… asked me to meet you here?” Brook paused. “Yes I mean, here, at OCD. Why are you at this school?” Savannah looked away, shrugging. “My family moved here and they thought this school seemed the best for me. All the after school stuff and the amount of people who continue to college.” Brook's tail flicked behind her. “Well, focus on that then. It's for the best if we don't talk.” She said, gesturing between them both. Savannah sunk into her sweater, unable to look her in the eyes. “Why?” Her voice was hardly loud enough to be heard. “We're best friends forever.” 

Brook closed her eyes. “Not anymore Savannah. I don't want you getting into the shit I'm in.” Savannah held onto her own sweater's slaves. “You're not my mom.” Brook let out a slow, hiss of a breath. “I know what's best.” Savannah shook her head looking up at Brook. “No.” Brook placed a hand on her shoulder, offering the canine a ghost of a smile. “Savannah, please. Take this as the last thing I'm doing as your friend.” Savannah pushed her hand away, her lips pulling back in a grimace. “That's a bunch of shit. What happened to you? You're not the Brooklyn I knew.” Brook's paw closed before getting shoved to her side. “I grew up.” Savannah looked up at her, her eyebrows knit. “You let the world twist you into someone you're not.” Brook's ears folded backwards, shoveling her finger into Savannah's shoulder. “I became who I had to be.” 

Savannah shoved her hand away. Brook gripped onto Savannah's wrists, pinning her hands over her head. Savannah looked up at her, not fighting though she was un-wavered. Her voice became quieter. “You didn't have too, I was right there.” Brook's hands tightened around her wrists. “You weren't.” Savannah breathed quietly. “I would have done anything for you, I still would.” Brook pulled herself away, her paws curled into fists. “That's the issue. Just let go, Savannah.” She left before Savannah could call back, her shoulders bumping against Genny. Lina hissed at her, holding onto Genny's shoulder.  “Fucking watch it!” Brook flipped the other feline off before continuing to leave. “What the hell was that?” Genny asked, watching as she stabilized two trays full of food. Savannah sighed quietly. “I wish I knew.”

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