#only thing holding me back is. well. ykno.

[wolverineblues]

i need this shirt so fucking bad

[icarusredwings]

Two shots

Nsfw

Thinking about them just being guys the first couple of nights and getting to the point in their drinking session when things get way too tense for just "bros being bros". Wade is over here, beer between his legs and visually, with his hands, talking about how much he adores eating pussy (cause ofc he is) all while Logan's sitting here with his whiskey, swallowing almost uncomfortably.

"Oh sorry, I guess thats kinda weird to talk about huh? My bad."

"No.. It's alright... keep going."

"What?"

"Yeah.. f-finish your story.."

"Okay? If you say so. So theres this thing I like to do and it's really fun too because well- when I had hair it was better but I still kinda like that she scratches me now."

Logan shifts on the couch, almost squirming, keeping his legs together, holding his bottle a bit too tight. ".....you like being scratched?"

Wade shrugs "Yeaah. See the thing is a lot of people think it's cause the mutation and the healing factor- But no one ever talks about how upsetting it is to get a good clawing and none of them stick.. feels like im cheating or something."

"C-cheating?" He squeezes his legs together, pulling them up onto the couch, leaning further into the arm rest.

"Yea, cause you know? Well, I guess you don't know. You've always healed. Ah, that must suck... not being able to walk around all prideful with your scratches and hickeys. I miss it." He takes another drink. "I really do.. it's not fair.. I should be able to wear them like medals."

Logan bites his lip a bit, trying to keep his thoughts from turning into words. "Yeah..."

"And another thing- She does this thing where she'll smash my head like a watermelon. It's the best feeling. All the preasure. The scents and tastes. And then she'll pet my head and ugh fuck. She's just.." He closes his eyes, making a 'perfection' sign with his fingers and shakes his head with a sort of graditute. Like a food critic who finally found a dish they enjoyed. "A delicacy. I don't think I could ever find anything like that again.. or.. maybe it's just this talkin." He mumbles, looking at his bottle that somehow was empty already.

"I could try." He says, suddenly biting his tongue. Shit. This is exactly why he wasn't allowed to talk after his third bottle.

"T-try to find you a date I mean.."

Wade's eyes widden a bit, smirking and laughed. "Psshh yeah! Good save there. For a second I thought.." he pauses, like giving up on a deam, waving a hand. "Nah.. nevermind.."

Logan stares. God, what was wrong with him? Was he really about to let the first loser that was nice to him fuck him on a blood stained couch?

"Mhh, that reminds me. I got a thing tomarrow."

Watching Wade stand up, panic rises through his spine. "Wait!"

Collecting the empty bottles, Wade turns. "Yeah?"

"W-what... what kind do you like? D-do they have to be strippers?" He asks, making Wade laugh, walking to the kitchen to throw the bottles away and grab a soda from the fridge. "No definitely not. I think I only want one stripper in my life. Man, though if your asking I think strong chicks really do it for me. Hey, Or dudes. Or.. anyone really. Anyone that can handle this face ykno-"

He turns, seeing that Logan had pulled his jeans down, the throbbing heat a present that Wade wasn't expecting to get tonight.

"Like this?"

The tab breaks off from the can and explodes, quickly bubbling up an over the side of the can. "Shit- shit shit shit- Gimme. Second! I-ill be right there just- fuck! Stupid cheap son of a bitch." He curses at the can, scrambling to take it to the sink.

Logan smiles, a soft chuckle coming up out of his throat, shifting to take the rest of his jeans off, letting everything hang out.

Coming back, Wade wipes his hands on his shirt, eyes lighting up at the sight with such a stupid grin. "Oh my god. Yeah. Yeah that- that is gorgeous. YOU are gorgeous." For a moment all he does is gesture and admire the sight, biting his fist. His pjs get a bit tighter as he swallows. "Shit peanut. Your packin!" He says and Logan blushes, reaching for him.

Letting himself get pulled down, he's so grateful for the kiss, being sure to keep his hand up on the couch until told otherwise. Tilting his head a bit, Logan reached a bit more, trying to tug his shirt off, only to frown when Wade pulls away.

"Ohhh fucking hell." He breathes, pulling his lips to his forehead, now moving his hands to hold his cheeks. Logan smiles softly but has such a large look of confusion. What was happening? Why did he pull away?

"Look at me." He says, connecting their foreheads together as he stares at him. "Thank you, But you have had way too much to drink for that, tonight."

Logan frowns, feeling a little rejected, but it was probably just the alchool. "It was only two shots.."

Wade giggles, kissing his cheek again. "Yeah sure. Of vodka right?" He jokes, but Logan blinks, not understanding. "No.. its Whiskey."

"Uh huh. Two BOTTLES of whiskey, my sweet honey badger. Not shots."

"Same thing." He grabs his arm, trailing his hand down to his and places it on his upper thigh.

"Hey- woah. No no no." Wade takes the hand away. "Litsen to me. That-" he gestures, Hovering a hand a good 4 inches from the hot seeping skin. "That beautiful mess is mine in the mornin'. If you still want too that is.."

" 'mine'?"

He nods. "Yeah. Mine. But not until mornin' Mkay? We'll have a big talk and I'll spell my full name with my tongue. Until then, you need to sleep."

"B-but you said you're busy tomarrow."

"I'll cancel it. I'll wait, Logan. We can take as long as you want."

The man frowns as Wade pulls away, watching him head for the bedroom. "...but I want too now."

"I know, sweetpea, but contrary to people's belief, Deadpool doesn't roll that way. Now I'm not a monster, so what kinda toys do you want? They're all sanitized, so don't worry. How big you want? I got little ones, medium, massive ones. Pick your poison, babe"

Logan thinks for a moment, smirking. "How big is yours?"

Wade glances at him, swallowing and made a "mmmh.." noise as if both turned on, impressed, and thinking, putting his fist to his mouth. The pjs were tighter now. "Fuck, Now don't go saying all that, honey or we'll both do something we'll regret. Like I said. In about 6- eh maybe 8ish hours I will GLADLY have you for breakfast. But you know what they say about 3 am. And I want you to know you mean more than that to me." He says all this using his hands to gesture everything.

Logan watches as he goes into the room, rumaging through some things. What about 3 am? Was it really that late? Why did the time change anything?

Coming back, Wade tossed him a small bottle of lube, a pink suction 5 inch, and a vibrator. "I'll call Nessy tomorrow and ask her what kind of strap would fit you, and if you want, I'll pick it up on the way home."

He almost jolts when there's a fusia colored dick thrown at him, looking up at him with such big eyes. "You're really leaving me here..? But I thought..." There's a whine at the end of the sentence, as if Wade told him he was gross and would never sleep with him and abandoning him.

"Peanut.." he steps closer, crouching to his level, hands together. "I'm not leaving you. I'm going right in that room over there and gonna get farted on by an old woman while I sleep, which is gonna be super hard now (ha- thats what she said) but I swear to marvel jesus that in the morning, Im gonna eat the shit out of that man pussy. Understand?"

Logan blushes, nodding softly, the eyes wet from the not so happy thoughts.

"Good. Now. Imma walk away before your big sad puppy eyes change my mind. Like seriously. Put those things away. Who are you? Puss in boots? God damn. Who said you're allowed to be this cute, huh?"

"...'m not cute.." He says, eyeing the toys with a disappointing pout.

"Keep tellin' yourself that sweetheart." Wade coes, finally disappearing into the bedroom, the snoring woman inside making him sigh. Now... how the fuck was he going to sleep knowing there was a horny Wolverine out there that had a whole feast for him to devour?

Not well.. I'll tell you that right now..

[alienaiver]

Rugged

Aizawa Shouta x GN!reader

warnings: quirk-induced amnesia, canon minor character death (major in my heart tho), spoilers for... season 5 and forth? to be safe wordcount: 4.9k content: confessions, first kiss, fluff, sfw, no use of y/n, pro hero reader but quirk is unspecified, canon compliant, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly reader, body positive reader, hurt/comfort in like the mildest sense, soft love, amnesia situation, friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, started as a meme turned into something serious, something about cats, unbeta'd, flashbacks to high school days

notes: this is so embarassing to admit but i only came up with this story bcos of that tiktok/insta reel (link is a tiktok as thats where i could find the source material) about having a type that's 'rugged'. it was supposed to just turn into a little joke on that and... uh, ykno suddenly i was almost 5k deep into a childhood friends to lovers, ..ya my brain had a VISION alrighty!!!!! please enjoy a one-eyed kitty, one-eyed aizawa and interrupted confessions!

Aizawa’s leaning forward on the desk, meticulously writing down an exact copy of your notes from English Literature that he missed yesterday due to being in the infirmary… again. He’s always known that becoming a Pro Hero with a non-physical quirk would be tough, but he didn’t imagine landing himself in a hospital bed as often as he does. He’s bulking up nicely, but he feels beaten black and blue every other day and it’s… exhausting.

Rewarding, but exhausting nonetheless. He’s momentarily disturbed as a chair is being dragged across the floor, screeching away before haphazardly thrown next to the desk, wrong side facing it, and Yamada throwing himself onto it, arms leaning on the backrest. He says your name in a sing-song voice – your given name, has he no shame? - and steals a peek of you from over the rim of his glasses. You rest your head in your palm and smile at him, “what’s up?” you ask, and he hums as if he’s thinking deeply about something. Aizawa’s got a bad feeling about whatever subject he’s about to bring up; ever since he appointed himself Aizawa’s wing man, the pestering’s both been non-stop and non-discreet.

Aizawa keeps his face buried in the notes, purposefully removing himself from the conversation.

“What’s your type?” Yamada asks and Aizawa has to hold back a facepalm. You simply giggle and play with the zipper from your pencil case before you answer, “hmm, I’m not sure. But with all due respect, I know it’s not you,” you tease him and he straightens his back in mock-surprise, the conversation’s one you’ve had before. He takes a hand to his chest, “what? Not me? Well you’re not my type either!” the shriek in which he yells is a little too loud, his quirk still a little too unmanageable when he gets excited – he winces as the rest of the class turn their heads. You simply laugh and bite your lower lip. Aizawa steals a look at you through his bangs, admiring the glimmer in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sorry ‘Zashi, I truly am, but… you’re just not… rugged enough.”

“What? I’m so rugged. I can be rugged!”

“Look at you, you’re not rugged,” you laugh as you gesture vaguely to… all of him. He takes offense as he puffs up his chest, “how am I not rugged? Because I’m not wearing a flannel in 80 degree weather?”

You hide your face in your hand as you try to contain your laughter, “yeah, sure, whatever… but look at you now. You fly off the handle like that, you’re too angry.”

“That’s a very rugged thing to do!”

“No, it’s really not.”

Aizawa has been saddled with the two of you for almost two semesters now, and he’s still not entirely used to the way you joke around. In the beginning he was always worried about you fighting and not getting along and he’d stare at you both with wide eyes like a startled cat and hope you’d settle down soon. You always did, laughing like the greatest joke was just told.

You lean forward on the table to bark out a laughter deep from your stomach, momentarily blocking the view of your notes that Aizawa’s copying. He lets out a soundless grunt at you being so close and pulls away in surprise when he accidentally smell your shampoo. He wants to lean forward again, to commit the scent to memory, but you’re already straightened back up, wiping an imaginary tear from your eye, “you don’t even want me, Hizashi, why is this always so important to you?”

This makes Aizawa freeze, terrified that Yamada will accidentally tell his secret to you. But Yamada simply crosses his arms, puffs up his cheeks and nods, “you’re right, I don’t. But I want you to want me. I’m the entire package.”

You laugh and shake your head, letting your arm fall onto the desk in defeat. “Sure then, ‘Zashi. I want you. Badly. More than anything. Please go out with me.” your face is as flat as Aizawa’s can be, and Yamada smiles proudly, “no thank you.”

Aizawa’s startled out of grading papers when his personal phone starts ringing next to him on the desk, the screen much too bright for the darkened room he’s situated in. It’s an unknown caller, which makes him hesitant at first but since it’s well past office hours, he knows it won’t be a salesman of any sort.

He bites his lower lip before he picks up.

“Aizawa speaking.”

“Ah, good evening. I apologize for contacting you at this hour, however, you are written down as the emergency contact for…” he apologetically butchers the pronunciation of your name, but gets your hero name correctly, “this is Aizawa Shouta, right?” the person on the other end confirms, and Aizawa nods before he verbally comes up with an answer.

“Well, it’s just that…” he explains your situation precariously, advising Aizawa to just come down to the station if he’s able, since someone will need to escort you home. He makes sure to remind Aizawa that you have two more emergency contacts on file in case he’s not available, but after getting the location, he’s already up from the chair before he’s hung up with the poor officer dealing with you.

From the call he knows you’re neither mortally wounded or in any kind of distress. You were on patrol when you encountered two villains. One of them turned out to have an amnesia quirk, and now you were stuck at the precinct, not entirely sure where your apartment is located. The officer informed Aizawa that you seemed calm and collected but that the last date you remember was well over 10 years ago even if you haven’t age-regressed in any way.

When he arrives, the officer leads him to one of the offices, profusely apologizing and thanking him at the same time. He’ll never really get used to the way newly appointed officers act around Pro Heroes.

Even if all facts and rationale tells Aizawa that you’re fine, he still grips the door handle way too tight, throwing open the door and evidently scaring the shit out of you, sprawled out on the couch with an ice bag on your knee. You spew out some profanities as you sit up. Aizawa immediately calms down as he sees you alive and well. He thanks the officer and agrees with the officer to sit down and talk with you before taking you home. He bows before he closes the door and looks back at you.

“I already gave a statement – was anything missing?” you ask, resting your hands neatly on your thighs. Aizawa shakes his head, “I came to pick you up – they informed you about which of the emergency contacts to call, right?”

Realization seems to travel across your features as Aizawa masks the sting he feels. Instinctively you reach out, but ultimately pull your hands back, “Aizawa?”

For a split second he lets his emotion show on his face – the way you say his last name instead of his given name, but he’s quick to hide it again. He nods and sits down on one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table, “I was informed that your memory’s been wiped.”

You nod and look at the floor, “yeah. They took in the villains and interrogated them. It seems it’ll wear off in five to seven hours, but until then I’m stuck with my first work study as my most recent memory. I don’t feel like high school me, though, it’s just like there’s an empty gap in my timeline and not an age-related kind of thing. I can’t remember what has happened since then, but cognitively speaking, I’m still myself.”

Aizawa breathes in sharply, “well, that’s a relief. I have enough students to take care of,” he dryly jokes and the way your eyes widen make him self-conscious. He shouldn’t have made the joke he thinks as he shrinks in on himself.

“You’re a teacher?”

The way you ask betrays your emotions all too clearly and Aizawa holds back a snort. If the last of his personality you remember is high school, he gets why you struggle with the image of him taking care of the budding youth.

“A homeroom teacher, actually.”

Whatever preconceptions you had initially seems to dissipate and you smile proudly, “that’s amazing.”

You haven’t commented on his appearance; besides the moment where you didn’t recognize him, you don’t seem all too taken aback by his lack of eye and prosthetic leg. He’s relieved.

“You ready to go?” he asks, patting his lap with his palms before bracing himself to get up. You get up too and stretch your arms over your head, waiting for that satisfying pop, but it never comes. Annoyed, you let your arms falls and Aizawa smiles at you.

He leads you out of the room and as you put on the jacket he came with, he thanks the officers for their work with some polite back and forth and a bow.

The trip back is quiet as you seem to just take in your surroundings. You stop by your Agency to grab your personal items and civilian clothes that you left behind before your patrol. Luckily the offices are mostly cleared out, so you don’t have to ‘meet’ everyone and Aizawa gets out of explaining everything to everyone.

“Do you want me to escort you to your place? Or do you want to come to mine?”

The question is straight-forward and innocent; you sleep over so often that Aizawa’s spare futon has simply been dubbed your futon, but you seem taken aback, eyes wide and mouth agape. For a moment Aizawa’s blind to the confusion before he remembers.

“Sorry, you sleep over at my place a lot since it’s close to your work. I thought you might also like to see Benben.”

Your eyes that had seemed so tired ever since he arrived, lights up in recollection and excitement, “Benben’s alive and well?” you ask, absentmindedly leaning into Aizawa’s space in your joy. He struggles not to lean back reflectively.

“Yeah, she’s living with me now. She’s becoming old, though. But you’re still her favorite human, so she’d be happy to see you too.”

You giggle into your palm, clearly trying to picture Benben. She was a stray that you and Aizawa started to feed your leftover lunches to back during your first year at U.A. She was also one of the reasons you even started bonding with the stoic classmate. When you talk about the name Benben, a very bad nickname based off of bento, you always laugh and tease Aizawa about his cat-naming skills. While he defends himself in front of Yamada – the man with a habit of getting out his childish side – he never once argues against you on that subject.

Next to Aizawa, you clear your throat right as he’s about to unlock his front door. He’s been polite enough to not comment on the level of staring you’ve done ever since he picked you up, but it seems to be getting too much for yourself. He smiles at you gently, like he’s communicating with a lost child, and the smile makes you act before you can think too long about the action. Aizawa’s breath hitches and whole body freezes when your cold fingertips reach the skin of his cheeks. Your eyes look at him like they’re searching for something, and shortly after your palms make contact, your thumbs start traveling around his face, from his eyebrows to the slope of his nose and then a finger is being traced over the scar under his right eye. He can see all the questions fly through your head, the way you hold back from tracing the eye patch but stare at it like it’s not supposed to be there. He’s about to clear his throat when a thumb starts tracing his chapped lips before continuing down to his jawline, tickling his 5 o’clock shadow. As he tries to smile patiently at you, you mumble something under your breath that makes Aizawa’s heart stop for just a moment too long before racing at the same speeds as Yamada’s car when he’s late.

“It really is you… you’re just so…” you pause for a moment to swallow thickly and lick your lips, “…rugged.”

Not until you’ve had your (in Aizawa’s terms) grabby little fingers on every part of his face and given his heart an aneurysm with your words, does realization hit you. You seem to shrink and pull away to bow half-way a few times at him. Aizawa grumbles out a weak complaint about personal space and jingle the keys again to find the right one. No matter how advanced his work place is in terms of security and technology, he finds it unbelievable how many different types of keys he is expected carry for the school grounds alone. Logically, he’s aware that he’s fumbling due to your innocent advances but his brain’s not exactly acting calm and rational, so he furrows his brows and as he puts in the correct key, takes in a deep, calming breath.

When he motions for you to enter the apartment, he can’t help but observe you as you curiously peek around while you enter. You don’t toe off your shoes or step up from the genkan until the door behind him is locked and he gestures to the left pair of slippers in front of you. You let out a breath as you mumble, “sorry for intruding��” as if this isn’t your home away from home.

As Aizawa toes off his own shoes, he takes notice of your searching eyes. He jerks his head towards the living room, “she’s probably sleeping on the couch. She can’t hear very well anymore, so she doesn’t greet by the door.”

There’s a clear sort of heartbreak in your eyes that Aizawa recognizes, before you nod and walk in the direction of the living room. While your memory might be gone for the moment, it seems there’s muscle memory still intact as you purposefully step over the loose floorboard he always warns guests about. He smiles at that. Benben seems to spot you from her pillow on the couch because no sooner than you enter the room, he starts hearing the hoarse bleating of the senior kitty in there. She must’ve stayed up when Aizawa suddenly left, since it’s out of routine. She’s never been able to meow properly, which enchanted you since she first bleated at you for a bite of your convenience store-bought onigiri back when the two of you met her for the first time.

He hears you coo at her and can only imagine you both before he turns the other corner for his office to shut down the computer for the night. He quickly rejoins you and finds you with Benben on your lap, purring and headbutting your hands to her heart’s contents. When his eye travel higher to meet yours, he’s taken aback momentarily at the strained smile and wet eyes.

“She looks so loved.” you try to explain, and Aizawa can’t hold back the blush from the compliment. She does look loved now, a little on the fuller side (not by a lot, as her physical health is very important to Aizawa), her coat is shiny despite the coarseness that age brings, and she no longer has that stubborn eye infection it took Aizawa several years to treat out of her; she’s missing an eye now as a result, but she’s healthy.

You look around his living room, smiling and heaving in breaths at all the external proofs for her love; she has a pet staircase to both the windowsill, couch and the dining chair next to his; there are three different cat towers and several cat shelves for her to perch on although they’ve rarely been used for several years now. Aizawa can’t bear to take them down – what if she wants to go on one last adventure to the shelf highway he built for her close to the ceiling? It obviously wouldn’t be safe for her to do so, but robbing her of the options feels cruel to his heart.

When you pet her behind her ear and Aizawa situates himself on the floor pillow, you giggle, “you match.”

You’re referring to the missing eyes and while Aizawa takes no offense from the comment, he can’t help but snort at the straightforward observation. It’s very like you.

“How did you lose it?”

You don’t remove your eyes from Benben as you ask and from the shaky lilt to your voice, he knows you’re afraid of the answer. He’s afraid of telling you, too.

So much bad has happened during those years – you were there during his low points after, and asking that question is like removing the experiences you’ve shared. The grief you’ve suffered.

But he knows you want to know. Before he can answer, you continue, “can you tell me everything? About you… Oboro and Hizashi, too. I was informed it was only you, Hizashi and my mom on my emergency contact list. I know it’s not supposed to be miles long but… yeah…” you trail off and Aizawa’s grateful that you’re not looking at him. He’s not sure he’s able to control his face right now; and the emotion he’s showing wouldn’t be remotely close to soothing for you.

“Uh,” he jerks and clears his throat several times to stall, “when did you say your memory would be back?” he asks instead even if he’s aware of the answer.

You look up and hum thoughtfully, “they said five to seven hours around … two hours ago? So…” you count on your fingers and despite everything, Aizawa huffs out a soundless laugh, “three to five hours? Give or take.”

He inhales sharply. He can’t drive you off for that long, even if he used going to bed as an excuse. You’d just toss and turn in fear of what you’d come to remember.

So he tells you. He retells every painful memory with clear objectivity, pausing to let you process each one, seeing the light slowly dissipate in your eyes for every terrible incident. When he reaches present day, he inhales slowly and holds his breath for a moment to control his own emotions.

You’ve stopped petting Benben who’s sound asleep on your lap now, your hands hanging like lifeless limbs by your side. Aizawa then clears his throat, “you were scouted. In third year. ‘Zashi opened a radio station shortly after graduation. Oboro’s mom still invites us for hotpot for his birthday every year despite the mismatch in dish and weather,” you both laugh at that one – of course she insists on his favorite dish on such an important day. An image of the four of you huddled around, sweating over a pot of delicious food has you throwing your head back in sincere laughter, “you have a prodigy; you inspired me to take a pupil on as well, and he’s graduating this spring… I, uh… I use eye drops now.”

The last tidbit of information makes you turn your head so fast you almost get whiplash. Then, your expression turns stern, “didn’t I tell you! Didn’t I tell you to be careful!” you reprimand and he almost rolls his eye at you. Almost.

You shake your head at him and focus back on Benben, a little more color on you again as the mood has successfully shifted. He’s unsure if you’re pretending to be fine for his sake or if he actually succeeded in making you feel better, but he can’t stifle the yawn that comes out of him as soon as he feels relief.

You look up apologetically, “oh my God I’m so sorry, I’ve kept you up haven’t I? Please, you can just go to bed, I’ll be okay!”

Aizawa wants to argue but he also can’t fight the creaky ache he feels in his bones. He went straight from a night shift to school, napped in the teacher’s lounge and then home to grade papers. He’s dead-tired.

He gets up to carry his futon into the living room and set yours up in his bedroom. Usually, you sleep in the same, bare room as him and Benben, but he feels it might be too much for you without your memories, even if you sleep on separate futons with space in between. You make a joke about the futons but then, in a soft voice admit, “I think it’s nice you sleep on something accessible for Benben…” there’s a warm tone to your voice that makes him blush heavily before he pushes you out of his living room.

“I’ll sleep out here, you take the bedroom.”

You meekly argue about taking his bedroom, but he shuts you down in the same way he’s always done, and urges you to carry Benben in with you. You agree to have the door ajar in case Benben wants to walk around, and you bow your head when you bid him goodnight. Aizawa lets the light in the hallway stay on.

////

You wake up with a hitched breath and sweat on your brow, unsure when you managed to fall asleep. Disoriented, you take in Aizawa’s bedroom; you were supposed to sleep home tonight after your shift though, not to mention that Aizawa’s futon isn’t laid out next to yours. It takes you a moment to gather your bearings until it all comes back to you. You’d lost your memory.

You’d lost yourself. You hug your arms around you as the feeling of being lost still sits heavy in your body and makes you shiver. Seeing Aizawa was terrifying; you’d no idea of the obvious horrors he’d had to endure. You didn’t remember your best friend’s death.

For a moment you control your breathing, making yourself calm down as best as you’re able. It makes sense why Aizawa decided to sleep in the living room, if the last memory of him was a pimple-y teenager and not the gruff man he is today. You close your eyes and think back to right before you entered the apartment.

You roll onto your stomach and hide your face in your hands, letting out a drawn-out flustered groan. Without thinking, you kick your legs on the bedding to alleviate the embarrassment that’s coursing through you at your own actions. You’d just went all up in his face! The sensation of his stubble underneath your fingertips, his warm breath and his chapped but so, so kissable lips.

No!

You groan again, drowning in your one-sided misery of a crush. Your honed Pro Hero senses are completely dulled by your pining, so when Aizawa suddenly throws open the door and asks if you are alright, you screech as you lift your head from the pillow, “Shouta!”

“Shit, sorry, I heard you moving around so I thought you might have a nightmare,” he hurries to explain, secretly relieved to hear you say his given name again. He frowns when he can’t see your face with your back turned to him. Still frozen, you barely breathe before he continues, “...you are alright, right?”

Making a grimace and with no interest in facing him right now, you choke out “mhmyepdefinitelyeverythingsperfect!” in one single breath before you’re forced to inhale deeply. You hear Aizawa’s metallic foot as he walks towards your futon and hear the rustling of his clothes as he bends down in a squat next to you, “you don’t sound perfectly fine to me, though. Do you have a fever? Is it an aftershock from getting your memories back?”

Being the perfectly rational man that he is, he oversteps any boundaries to quickly check your temperature with his palm. Embarrassment can come after he’s made sure you’re okay.

You push his hand away weakly, still looking pointedly at the wall in front of you, letting out a strained laugh, “heehee, I’m just… you’re right, it must be an aftershock, right? Nothing else!”

He lets you swat his hand away without much resistance but stays where he is, letting the silence hang over you both for a minute. Suddenly, he croaks out all hoarse and desperate, “Just tell me if there’s anything, please.”

Your shoulders fall at the voice. Aizawa’s the opposite of having a heart on a sleeve, but you’ve been with him through enough tragedies to know he must be scared shitless right now. Whenever you or Yamada is even remotely bruised, he fusses over you in his own, annoyed way, until he finds you sufficiently healed. You sigh before you let your head fall back onto your pillow, a short moment to gather your thoughts and feelings before having to face him.

It must’ve been a lot for him, when you asked him to recount the years you’d momentarily lost. It would’ve been better to let it be, but he knew you so well and knew you wouldn’t let it go. Curiosity kills the cat, right?

With heavy and slow movement, you turn around so that you’re facing him, hoping your expression won’t betray your real emotions. You sigh and reach out for his hand. It’s shaking but as soon as your warm fingers make contact, he flinches before he relaxes.

Then, he grunts like he’s annoyed and chastises you for worrying him. You giggle, “I’m sorry, you’re tired, right?” you ask, knowing his schedule this week is packed. He usually leaves little wiggle room for emergencies, however many he encounters.

Before he can reply, you pull at his hand and he topples over, half on the futon and half on the floor, on his knees. You laugh and pull him even closer to you, hoping your beating heart isn’t as loud as it feels.

You and Aizawa have cuddled before; loneliness and grief has made you carve out comfort in each other, but nothing else have ever been spoken aloud. No kissing, no romantic notions to trace back to. Having a one-sided crush since high school feels deafening right now, when all the years travel back to you after what only amounts to a moment without them.

You want to tell him how you feel; losing your memories made you realize how much you’d like for him to comfort you with kisses if anything should ever happen; how you’d like for him to hold you without holding back.

He grumbles where his head is rested in your neck after he’s settled, but he makes no effort to move. You nuzzle into the mane of hair and breathe in his scent; it’s a lavender-scented shampoo that Yamada insists on buying for him. He never accepts it without complaining, but he also never showers without using it. There’s a spare in your bathroom, at the Agency’s bathroom and at his teacher’s dorm at U.A.

“Y’know, I was really surprised for a moment that you became a teacher.”

He makes no movement, but you know he’s listening.

“But as soon as I thought about it, it made perfect sense. You care so much it sometimes hurts to watch…”

You feel his fist tighten around your bedding, but he stays otherwise quiet still.

“You hurt watching me, too, right? How we both have a habit of bending over backwards for what we perceive is right.”

You start dragging your hands through his hair, letting out a sigh.

“I like that we know each other so well. I like how after so many years, you’re still right here in my arms…”

You pause as his upper arm snakes around you, a sharp exhale against your neck.

“You’ve never dated anyone. At least, not anyone you’d tell me about, so I have no idea where this will lead me to but,”

You take a moment to gather your nerves. There’s really no backing down now. Even if you regret it, your words have already given your feelings away; there’s nothing you can take back.

There’s nothing you want to take back.

You’re about to continue your confession when Aizawa pushes against your neck, his warm lips, soft despite the dryness, presses against your pulse point. You can hear your heartbeat so loud in your ear that the rustling of the sheets from Benben is indistinguishable to you, the only sensation you’re able to take in being Aizawa’s lips as they briefly pull away from your neck, only to push back higher up, closer to your jaw.

You whine and pout, but it’s shaky and without much force. You want to protest, scold him for interrupting you but suddenly he lifts his head to face you, and you’re faced with wide eyes and blown pupils. He steals a glance at your lips before he licks his own, pink tongue peeking out. You feel like a cornered prey, one that’s about to be devoured by a beast. When he hovers mere millimeters above your lips he pauses as if to ask for permission and the sigh you let out makes him know that everything’s okay. That everything he’s ever wanted, wished for, dreamed of, is real.

That losing your memory for a second made you desperate to make more meaningful ones.

And you kiss.

While curiosity did kill the cat, satisfaction definitely brought it back.

[padfootastic]

dear miss padfootastic: harry learning he's gonna be a dad and promptly losing his mind and going to the only person he can think of for dad advice: sirius.

gosh miss imp i have so many thoughts about this!!!!!! (i wrote almost all of this and realised that i did it post birth lol bc that’s the moment that made the most sense to me but we can easily doctor it to be pre birth as well!!)

- the first time harry holds james sirius in his hands, he has to dip out in three minutes flat to puke all over the nearest washroom. it’s sirius holding him, brushing his hair back, and soothing him on the dirty hospital floor. tells him that he did something super similar when he held harry for the first time too. it doesn’t hit harry then.

- when they’re all back at home, the first few days, it’s all a sort of frantic autopilot where he has no time to think. it’s only when things calm down a bit that he realised how his hands shake and his pulse races when he thinks about being a father. it’s not…debilitating bc it’s his duty, one he asked for, and harry’s never been one to back down from a duty. but it’s still—he doesn’t want to be a passable dad, he wants to be a good one.

- so he goes to the best one he knows: sirius.

- the thing here is, harry thinks he’s gonna be a terrible dad. he was abused and neglected in his most developmental stages of life, never really knew what unconditional love felt like let alone parental, and does not trust himself around a vulnerable defenceless child. knowledge of his anger and it’s consequences does not help.

- but also to consider: sirius had almost an exact similar experience. he was equally terrified to be a godfather for harry bc he never trusted himself w delicate things. so he knows, intimately, what’s it’s like to fear yourself.

- it doesn’t get better with one conversation. sirius knew this going in. what he does, instead, is help harry become confident by being there, always, without fail. makes him see that he’s got this down pat, and his child loves and trusts and adores him and there’s no greater privilege than that. he’s there every single time as a safety net, to tell harry that nothing will go wrong, yes, but also to prove he doesn’t need anyone else.

- it’s also a whole lot of ‘omg this is so difficult, you did this for me?????’ and just. realisations about ‘omg u changed my diaper??? i peED ON YOU??????’ that basically make it impossible for him to look sirius in the eye for a few days.

- another point to consider: harry sees sirius with jemmy from an outsider pov yeah? and he can finally see what others have all this time: how sirius looks at someone he loves wholeheartedly, how much he adores his children. and it’s humbling and awe-inspiring and a bit terrifying. imagining the full force of that love directed towards him, making him wonder what he did to deserve it

- there’s a loooooot of midnight/asscrack of morning firecalls/mirror calls etc for emergency assistance bc ‘are babies supposed to sleep like tho at! he’s been farting all night sirius iTS SO BAD! omg his poop is green padfoot is my baby toxic?????’ ykno. normal new dad stuff.

(and this is random but there’s also one,,,,forbidden conversation with sirius about it he’d ever hated him bc harry had some very unsavoury thoughts in the beginning when he had teddy that he hates himself for to this day and if he has to hear his godfather say he didn’t want him to get rid of them then he’ll do it. it’s a tough but necessary one)

[theovergrowth]

i mightve sent this already but uhhhh heart me bitch

(( GET OVER HERE *SLAMS YOU THROUGH A WALL* ))

(( YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT IM GOING TO SAY. I WILL SCREAM. I LOVE YOUR ART. I LOVE YOUR WRITING. I LOVE YOUR CHARACTERS. IM SO EXCITED TO SEE YOUR FINISHED COSPLAY. ))

(( There’s a certain visceral feeling you bring to everything you write that makes me think of future-vegetarian farm kids being forced to hunt. It makes sense In My Head and In My Heart. My favorite author is Harlan Ellison and truly the way you describe certain things makes me think of if Harlan Ellison was more interested in viscera and rot and tearing and gnashing and more queer ))

(( We talk about him all the time I love him I’m obsessed with him RED RED RED I AM GONNA DRAW HIM I WILL I never posted the finished one I did of him and Titus fishing but I wanna do better than that one because it’s RED!!! HE DESERVES IT!!! I cannot wait to reply to the threads we have the only reason I haven’t yet is because the excitement is so much that my hands shake too much to type good!!!! ))

(( I want to be deka that is all. I feel like I’d meet him at a drag show and he’d hold my drink while I went to the bathroom and I’d come back and he’d be holding like 3 other drinks and can’t remember which is mine ))

(( KAI IS AAAAAAAA SO INTERESTING HES GOT SO MANY ISSUES BUT OBVIOUSLY WANTS TO FEEL BETTER AND IS ON THE ROAD TO A BETTER FUTURE AND I BELIEVE IN HIM HE CAN DO IT!! He REALLY reminds me of people I’ve met, I bet he would love seasonal work. I feel like he would kill in a village of 20-something year olds who are all just partying and trying to make something new for themselves ykno? I want to actually write with him since last time it was with a muse I was not actually prepared to write well, he deserves the world and I really want to draw him as well ))

(( God tier writer for sure, god tier artist, my hands are shaking too much rn but I also wanna say that whenever I see that you messaged me on discord I get Very Excited and then have to chill out before forming my responses because I’m Normal. Thank you for convincing me to do artfight this year I’m so pumped about it and I hope you have a great time too ))

[bluiex]

Hello, hello, hello! It's been a long time since I send a snippet from one of my WIPs, so, have something from my fake dating AU. Sorry if it stops abruptly, I'm not satisfied with the end of that scene.

They are so neurodivergent your honor <333

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Someone knocked on the door, cutting off whatever he was going to say, dragging both their attention to the door. Cub cleared his throat, fist covering his mouth, when the two pair of eyes landed on him, glancing at the side.

“Cub!” Scar greeted. 

“Hello.”

“Well, c’min, don’t just stand there,” Scar gestured to him.

Cub opened and closed his mouth. “Um, right.”

He approached the desk just as Bdubs stood up and grabbed half the pile of paperwork. He let out a big sigh, turning his head to the both of them, lips pursed. 

“Just confirming,” he pointed at Cub and then Scar, struggling to hold the pile of paper in his arms, “this is completely platonic.”

Scar groaned, sensing his leg bouncing faster now. “Yes, Bdubs, this is platonic.”

It was silent for a moment, making Scar look up to his mayoral assistant. Bdubs frowned and huffed.

“Fine. Have a good evening.”

He slammed the door shut behind him, Scar cringing at the loud and sudden noise. He turned his gaze to Cub, who stood there, face neutral. He adjusted his glasses and sent a raised eyebrow in question. 

Scar chuckled nervously, itching to pet Jellie if only she was here, leg still bouncing. 

“Uh,” he started eloquently.

“Why did Bdubs ask that?” Cub’s position was still, only moved to face Scar. 

“Well,” Scar dragged in order to properly think about his next words. “You know how people often date or get married to look mature?”

At Cub’s silence, Scar took this as a “no ”. 

“HEP wants me to be in a relationship. A romantic one,” Scar frowned at the word, not even sure himself what that entailed. 

Cub looked at the door and back at Scar. “Bdubs is pushing you to be in such relationship,” he concluded.

Scar intertwined his fingers together, eyes glued at the paperwork in front of him. He wondered if he should admit to Cub what the press thought about the whole ordeal. Was it better to keep his friend in the shadows or for him to be mortified?

Scar glanced at his friend. Cub haven’t moved, and Scar realized since when did he hide things from Cub? Especially if it concerned him?

“Yeah. The press thinks we’re a couple, so every time they see me with anyone else than you, they often call me a cheater, which,” Scar winced, twirling a pen in his hand, “has tainted a bad image about me.”

Cub hummed, fidgeting with the edge of his dress shirt. 

“That’s quite unfortunate,” he murmured.

Scar groaned. “I know! ” He ran his fingers through his hair and picked the pen back. “I just don’t understand why people care about that.”

(Oop, it seems convex fans might've influenced me a lot. Accidentally made them the fake dating couple instead of my original, kinda why I don't really like what I wrote to end the scene. Just been struggling with a lot of writer's block, so, I'm just glad I manage to write this)

YEEEES MORE OF THE FAKING DATING AU

OOOO i love the change tho! of them being the fake dating couple! Esp with the added of the people thinking they are and ykno.. bad press and all. LOVE IT

[mdhwrites]

Sorry, person who sent the Amity ask here. I saw your tweet along with the blog response. Firstly, i didnt mean for my ask to be upsetting so im sorry about that.

Secondly, i kinda wanna clarify that i meant the fandom knows Amity isnt a morally good person not so much a bad character? (although yes her writing is not that great in s2 and arguably in s1 it is 'eh' handled too.)

I think the writers really could have tackled that morality issue and possibly tried to integrate Amity KNOWING her flip was selfish, it could have been an interesting s2 dynamic with Willow.

(but ofc... Hunter, who devours screen time. sorry i hate this guy, he is so pointless in every way. familial abuse? already being done with Amity. Setting up caleb? could have been done in so many other ways that didnt make characters like Gus and Willow have like no real development. showing Belos is evil? Vee is RIGHT THERE as a experimentation victim. and ykno, trying to commit genocide is a pretty big tell of e v i l.)

No need to apologize. It's not your fault and honestly, I could in theory try to hold myself back doing these and not get as emotional. I prefer how I'm doing them now because I think A: it just shows my passion for writing which... you know, it is my job, B: it shows that I'm not just doing this to prove I'm 'better' than The Owl House or any shit and C: that all of this comes from a place of... Well, sympathy to anyone else who is like me. Anyone else who adored the show and could ignore its flaws until it just turned into something so much rougher, meaner and blatantly unplanned. I agree that tackling Amity's flip as having been selfish and only around one person would have been interesting. It also would have meant painting Lumity as a non-universal good thing and that is clearly not something they want to do, despite everything they have Luz do post them getting together. They WANT that title of healthiest couple in media for their little Disney lesbians even if they've lost that possibility long ago. So I don't blame them for not following that specific angle. But I also made my blog last time the way I did because... By the end of season 2, how much do YOU believe she's still a morally gray character? Even if she's still mostly motivated by Luz, this is a character who won't snoop, won't be mean, tries to emulate her version of Luz, which is the sweet version of Luz, when faced with a dilemma, etc. like that. She is a good guy through and through, and especially more so than Luz because she has a problem with someone and she opens up communication, despite that making NO SENSE. Then again, much of Amity's actions post becoming Luz's girlfriend don't make sense in the context to what love, acceptance, etc. like that means with the only explanation for it being that Eclipse Lake was all it took to clear all that trauma and mistreatment because "It's Luz! What was I thinking?" *siiiiiigh* And then S3, from the clips I've seen, push more her being sweet or a complete fucking disaster, continuing something that has been happening since S1 even. After all, "Watch it, nitwit!" is like... the last mean thing Amity has said or done to someone who wasn't framed as deserving it. But she has been a fucking saint ever since then. And as a note, because I call even Amity's character arc bad, this is not a bad place for it to have ended. HOWEVER, the lack of her past self, her past actions, any personal goals or the like... It'd be like if Zuko joined the gang and then immediately was smiles, rainbows and totally not interested in killing his dad because that can wait, I just want to fish! At that point it's just an entirely different character and there are definitely points at which Amity just feels like she must have an entirely different history and personality than the one we knew and were told.

And as for Hunter, I've covered some of my feelings about him when someone asked me if I thought Lunter would have been better for the show *gags* but there's obviously more I could talk about with just a piece dedicated to discussing the character. When the baseline of your character is "Discount other character", you know things are in for a rough time. The fact that he's a discount Amity when I already think so poorly of Amity's handling... OOOOOOH BOY.

[tabbytiger]

I’m going to explode if i keep these ideas in ny head none of yall know anything abt my dnd characters but its okay this is mostly for me before i fucking combust

Me thinking abt the seperation of koda and fran and also what their reunion would be

Cuz they didn’t say goodbye to each other it was open ended and to both parties it felt like too much was unsaid and it was not at all a satisfying parting bc they’re stupid and gay

Koda basically was delivered the news that like, he’s being sent off and that he has to leave and be on his own. Dude only got like half a day to get his shit together and get out so he doesn’t even time to process his feelings or the news. Nettle (Fran’s bird that is co owned by both of them. Who often just keeps an eye out for koda) Picks up the news and she flies back to Fran who drops literally everything on her fucking plate and rushes to intercept Koda before he can even leave the forest. My guy is so disoriented he’s just walking and he ends up at the one place they had together and she’s there.

Rip to this bitch bc He’s the only person that has never asked anything or expected anything of her other than to be his friend. And he’s the one person she can breathe arnd or feel comfortable bc back w the pack she has so much responsibility and expectation on her shoulders while at the same time none of her pack mates treat her w much seriousness or respect because she’s the runt of the litter. But one of the heads of the pack saw some like real potential in her and started training her to eventually become part of the council as well. Koda’s literally just a stupid himbo and the longest closest friend shes ever had and shes stupidly in love with him. This is like earth fucking shattering news bc he’s leaving and theres nothing either of them can do abt it.

So their last ever conversation, She can’t even like show her face to him, the entire time she keeps her skull mask on, partly bc she left so fast she didnt think abt it since its like a dress code thing. And the other part is she doesn’t want her emotions to betray her so she’s putting back up her cold front, the front she puts on when shes with the pack. Bc she has to, no one takes her seriously unless she came off as cold and stand offish. She always has to walk arnd and command respect and it just ends up w her not having any sort of personal connections to anyone of her kind. Bc they just see her as someone to follow, and the pack mentality is strong. So shes like always feel alone and like an outcast with her entire family (which ykno is super extended werewolves are fucked huh) She’s also just so like distraught that shes going to lose him and has no idea if they’d ever see each other again, all she can do to cope with the moment is to push him out. Koda is also like distraught because she hasn’t been this cold towards him since their first initial meeting years ago when they first met as kids. And he’s upset because he knows she’s not just pushing him away but to him it feels like shes shutting the door. All he wants is to hold her or feel some sort of last closeness, he wants to reach out and pull off the stupid mask, actually like say goodbye on a good note but he’s so afraid to upset her even more that he just stands thhere helplessly in the situation. He’s telling her the news and all she says is “I know.. I heard”, just short and matter of fact responses. and eventually after much more strained silence he just defeatedly says “I have to go” and really to twist the knife even deeper in this situation the only thing she says is “So go then” and so koda leaves and nettle flies out after him as far as she can before she stops and recalls. And then they just never send each other any correspondence bc the whole thing is so painful both of them just pushed it aside and focused on their seperate like adventures and shit. They’re both stubborn in that respect and they refuse to write each other anything bc hes still holding onto the unspoken goodbye and she’s terrified that shes going to actually lose him so they’re both just blindly hoping its not the end of it.

I think when and if they reunite again the first thing Fran and koda would do is just hold each other bc they’re both people that really communicate best with each other through silent and sometimes subtle gestures. They’ve never been a couple to express love out loud through words. But i think the sheer relief would be so immense she probably can’t help but breathe out something like “I’ve never stopped thinking of you” and he’d be stupid and stutter out something so stupid like “I-W-did you get a little taller than we last saw each other?” and then they’d kiss. He doesnt even have to ask how she knows he was back in the forest bc she never stopped looking out for him. Her bird over the entire time has always been out surveying the whole forest because of course she’d know. She’d always be the one to be there for him like how he’d always be there for her. Koda would 100% get the party to his village in like a daze and sneak off in the middle of his own welcome home party and disappear for like 3 days and then probably ask her to marry him or something.

[helianthus-tarot]

FUTURE SPOUSE: First date and your feelings after

We will look into the date itself and you guys’ feelings after the date. Just keep in mind this is a general reading and we only have 4 piles. This is going to be about the first date you’ll have with your future spouse. You can also ask about your future long-term partner. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t; the message may be for someone else, or there may be no message for you in this reading.

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Instructions: Focus on the topic and ask yourself the question. Choose a number/picture that you feel the most drawn to or that you can’t stop looking at. Trust your intuition. May the message resonate. Let me know which pile you choose! Feedback is appreciated!

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PILE 1

How the date will go: 4 of Wands, 6 of Cups, 10 of Wands

When I first saw 4 of Wands, the word community came to my mind. Family. Events. I think you both will go to some kind of festival/event, which will be participated by either your friends or their friends; people who you/they consider close. For example, if your future spouse had been involved in the arts community, then they would bring you to that kind of place. This place will feel familiar to one of you, and not familiar to the other; it will feel welcoming nevertheless. There will be food vendors, entertainment, interesting activities/exhibition. It could also be a cultural exchange festival. It’s not fine-dining or high-end things, it feels like home and comfort. Very casual. Eating while walking type of date. Breezy and bright day. There will be plants and flowers.

This is your soulmate. There will be this soul recognition when you guys talk with each other. You guys will have conversations about your childhood memories, upbringing, how you become the person you are, challenges you went through when you were young. Nothing too deep or dark, but it will still be personal. One or both of you will talk about responsibilities you have over your family, and what kind of perspective you form due to the experience, etc. Due to all the walking and talking, I guess at the end of the day you both will feel a bit physically tired. Emotionally you will enjoy the date.

How you will feel after: Queen of Cups

I think you will get a surge of emotions telling you clearly that you like this person. You will also miss them right after you guys part. It also feels like you will want to shower your person with a lot of love, but you will also wonder if you should hold yourself back or something because ykno it's too early in the relationship, right. You will be all smiley and thinking back on that day.

How they will feel after: 8 of Wands

Certain. They will know they want to continue whatever you guys have, and they will also probably feel a bit impatient and excited for another date. It also feels like they will want to communicate with you (messaging, calling) right after the date but I think they will let you have your rest, probably only sending simple good night text. 

Both of you will know you want this relationship, while a part of you both will feel eager and be overflowing with emotions- another part of you will know to let things flow naturally and enjoy the process.

PILE 2

How the date will go: Ace of Pentacles, 4 of Cups, Justice  

Look, I think both of you will go to this date with some kind of alertness. It’s like you want to inspect and assess the other person. I think this energy can come from both of you, but your future spouse will hide it well. I think your future spouse will be the one who asks you to go on a date, they will be the one who looks like they want this- the one who will be offering their heart and you will be oookay sure and ready to assess them. But actually, deep down, they will have this… some kind of defensiveness or wall. Since I saw 9 of Wands, 10 of Wands, 5 of Swords and etc, I think it will be because they have had bad experiences with dating/relationship. So while they will want this, there will be a part of them that holds onto that wall, just in case. This person might be your coworker, I saw 3 of Pentacles and King of Pentacles while shuffling. Your superior?  

As for the details; I think it will happen somewhere indoor. For some of you, it could be near some greenery, it will be indoor but there will be open space of some kind (through which you can see outside). My first thought was that it would be something common and straightforward like a dinner date or just going to a restaurant kind of date. The restaurant might be a bit polished, not too high-end, but not shabby either. It’s like middle class to upper middle class vibe. Definitely not street food. Could have dark or burgundy interior, low lighting. I think you guys will be straightforward in your conversation and in your intentions. Whatever you decide to talk about, both of you will use that as an opportunity to assess the suitability of the other person. You guys might also talk about your life, your goals, your plans, etc. This feels like a date to marry, if not marriage- then long term relationship. Both of you will not want to play games.

There will be emotion/romance in this whole thing because we do have a Cups card, but it won’t be apparent besides the ambience of the restaurant I guess. Your spouse could be charming and will do all the appropriate things. I suspect that both of you either have strong earth or air in your chart. This is so analytical and mature. 

What you will feel after: 9 of Pentacles

Oh you will like it. Whatever you will see or hear from them, it will fit your vision and your preference/taste just fine. 9 of Pentacles is my ‘enjoying the fruits of your labor’ card, so you will feel satisfied. I think the date will influence your mood positively that once you reach home you will be ready to pamper yourself with self-care activities (having a bath, doing elaborate skincare, applying a nail polish, etc).

What they will feel after: 9 of Wands

This is what I meant by the emotional wall. Your person will feel wary. I think after the date they will be thinking about it, trying to turn it upside down in their mind and reassess every possible aspect. They will be like this because of their past experience, it will make them cautious. I asked what this 9 of Wands is about, and got 9 of Cups and 7 of Cups lmao. Honey, one of the reasons why they will be so cautious is that you will feel like a dream comes true, their wish, too good to be true is this even real? I guess a part of them will feel scared to believe in case they get disappointed. So they will deal with this by picking apart their experience- to see if it is indeed safe to let go. They will see it eventually though, don’t worry.

PILE 3

What the date will be like: 7 of Cups, 6 of Cups, Queen of Cups

I think someone here will go to this date without fully wanting to go. Probably your future spouse. I think they will be busy with some other things in their life. And for some of you, their friends/family members will suggest that they take a break and go on a date or something. I think they will go into this whole thing not expecting much, but of course they will end up feeling surprised. The whole date will be full of emotions though, you guys will connect emotionally first. I think both of you will talk about things that are important to you in a relationship, your hope in life, your purpose- overall it will be a spiritual conversation. Although your spouse won’t expect much initially, they will still treat you well and actually listen to what you have to say. You guys might also talk about your childhood memories, sharing personal stories (eg. talking about that one time you and your dad went fishing, etc).

It is likely that you will have this date somewhere familiar to both of you, or at least somewhere that will feel comforting or safe. Some of you might have this date near the beach or body of water. Summer dress. It will be during the day or at least late afternoon. There will be some greenery in the area. You would come as a surprise really, they will not expect to get much out of this date but then when you meet and you guys talk- both will feel that spiritual connection. 6 of Cups can signify soulmate, 7 is a spiritual number.

How you will feel after: 6 of Wands

You will feel good. You will feel like the destination is near, that you are moving toward what you want. You will also feel as if you have just hit the jackpot, perhaps your future spouse is an attractive person, or perhaps they fit your type pretty well. There will be giddiness that you will feel after the date. Some of you will want to tell your friends about it.

How they will feel after: The Tower

Lmao. Here’s the thing. I think your future spouse will be busy at that point in their life, they will not be where they want to be yet. So when they meet you and realize holy shit I want this person? But right now? Can I really? So in order to go after you they will need to sort some shit first. It could be their job, it could be leftover connection they had with their ex (i.e cutting the cord), to finalize something in their life, etc. Things in their life will be hectic soon after the date. 

I asked how long until they would actively pursue you, and you got Knight of Pentacles. Oof. Your person will be busy with their work, probably working for a promotion, a change of job or something. The progress will be a bit slow. Be patient because you’ll get the abundance of The Empress.

PILE 4

How the date will be like: Queen of Cups, Wheel of Fortune, Knight of Swords

It will be a quick date. Not bad or anything, I just feel like your future spouse will be squeezing the date into their packed schedule. You guys might go and grab some lunch. It will not be a full day date. Your person might come from a different country, culture/ethnic, know some other languages that you don’t. Or the restaurant itself will be serving food that does not belong to your culture. They might also work somewhere that requires travel, so they are the kind of person who moves fast, on-the-go. This person will have strong fire/air influence, they will come across as bold and clear. Strong voice. Alert stare. Aries rising? There is strong mars influence. Your meeting is probably destined in some way, but at the same time the date will be unplanned. Sort of like, you both just decide to go out and grab some lunch together, and call it a date.

You will talk about different topics, big topics; probably the politics, economy, business, etc. Your future spouse will probably be the one who initiates this conversation simply because they deal with those areas at work so it’s what they are familiar with- not to be condescending or anything. Whatever view you will share with this person, it will be imbued with empathy and care for society/people. Your person will take the logical, cold hard facts approach. That- might pose a bit of a problem. Do you have Cancer placements in your chart They might feel too blunt for you, at first, because of how frank they can be. Sagittarius Mars? Sag Moon? I know how blunt they can be and usually they don’t even realize it. But your person will want to solve problems, they will want to understand. 

How you will feel after: 7 of Wands

I think you will feel… how to say this, defensive? Challenged? Like honestly I don’t want to say this but your future spouse might say something during the date- which will kinda piss you off. If you guys have an intellectual discussion about something, I think you will go back home and search for materials to prove that they are wrong lol. The advice here is, whatever they say, try to not take it personally or as an attack to your identity/belief. I think they will be willing to listen to your opinion but their strength is being analytical- that’s what they do, that’s who they are. Asking them to approach a problem from an emotional/spiritual standpoint first would be like asking a fish to walk. This does not mean they are not willing to consider the emotional/spiritual side of things. If you can make it make sense and practical, then they will be able to accept it just fine.

How they will feel after: 3 of Wands

You see, I think they will see this as something that can work lol. I think they will have made their decision about you even before that day. They will want to see what else is possible between you two, and if you guys can move forward together. They will feel positive about your future together to be honest. They also perhaps will secretly admire how deeply you care about things, they just won’t know how to do it the way you do it.

You guys just perhaps need to do a little bit of readjustment in regard to how you both process information and approach problems. You might want the same thing but approach the issue in different ways. So be willing to listen to and consider each other’s point of view, of course. Learn to speak each other’s languages.

[meltwonu]

10. “We’re in public, you know.”

23. “We cant do that here!”

34. “Tell me what you want.”

notes; dom!mingyu, drinking/body shots(drink responsibly yall), dirty talk, degradation/name calling/v minor dumbification, creampie/cum eating, fucking in public, v minor hair pulling, yikes what isn't a warning on this one LOL 😩ok i def def def imagined 24hr long haired mingyu for this for the full fantasy heheh ykno the outfit with the distressed denim and black blazer with the chiffon shirt underneath, also this is long so the rest is under the cut!! Thank you again for requesting!! enjoy!!💕

Dive bars were typically reserved for post-exam, post-finals, ‘I’m not sure if I fucked up but I don’t want to think about it’ situations.

Which is exactly why you found yourself there with a handful of your other university friends; 4 shots deep into the tequila.

“Oof, don’t look now but your campus crush just walked in with his entourage.” Vernon teases, already sliding off of his bar stool to get another round of shots. “Do you want another, or?” His voice already sounds faraway when you fixate on Mingyu, the source of all your recent sexual frustrations. You hated to admit it but you were always too shy to approach him, even when you had the same classes. But this time, you knew you were going to finally make a move.

Vernon rolls his eyes when you don’t reply, leaving as you stare off at Mingyu.

And you can’t help but fantasize; goosebumps rising on your skin when you imagine Mingyu’s hands all over your skin and his cock deep inside your pussy. The thought alone has you rubbing your thighs together and it only gets worse when you start to imagine him eating you out; fingertips tangled in his long wavy locks.

Biting your lip, you tear your eyes away from the tall male as soon as you see Vernon walking back to the table.

“Here, got this just for you.” He wiggles his eyebrows, placing a shot glass full of tequila, a slice of lime, and a salt shaker in front of you. “A body shot!” You blush a crimson, eye twitching.

“W-why would I need that?”

Jeonghan snorts from across the table, eyes rolling when you glance his way. “‘Cause you’re ready to break your kneecaps for Mingyu and we all can fuckin’ tell. Here, drink my shot too. You need it.” Gulping, you pick up the glass and quickly down the liquid.

“Now we’re getting somewhere!”

It takes 3 more tequila shots before you’re stumbling off of your stool; swiping the shot glass, lime and salt shaker off of the dirty table before your wobbly legs start taking you towards Mingyu.

His laughter only grows louder the closer you get, heart pounding in your chest when his friends gesture your way.

Mingyu turns to you; a hint of a smirk on his face when he meets your bleary eyes. “Yes?”

“Come do this tequila shot with me!” You slur out, lips forming a drunken smile when he moves to get up from his seat. He wraps his hand around your wrist holding the shot glass, tugging you towards a more secluded part of the bar as his friends look on.

“We’re in public, you know. I’m not sure if body shots are for a dingy dive bar.” Mingyu smiles at you, eyes twinkling with playfulness. “And I’m not really a fan of tequila.”

“If they’re not for sleazy bars, where are they for then, huh?” Your body tingles with electricity with his hand on your wrist and you can’t help the way you lean in closer when he doesn’t respond. 

“And who says you’re the one drinking it anyway. What if I just needed to use your body?”

Mingyu laughs, half in disbelief and half in amusement, letting go of your wrist as he opens his blazer. “Well? Get to it then, let me see what that mouth of yours can do.” You giggle in response, juggling the shot glass and salt shaker in one hand before bringing the slice of lime up to his lips. He bites into it, leaning down until he’s at a comfortable height for you.

Grinning, you unbutton his shirt a little more, leaning in to lick at the junction of his neck and shoulder until you deem it wet enough; shaking the salt shaker over the area until there’s enough salt on his skin. Mingyu laughs around the lime in his mouth, tilting his head a little more to give you more access.

Before you can change your mind, you quickly down the shot, leaning back in as you hurriedly lap at the salt on his skin. The last step has you hesitating for a moment, Mingyu’s firm stare meeting yours when he brings a hand up towards your head. He tangles his hand in your hair and brings you in closer; your lips puckering around the lime wedged between his lips as you suck.

As soon as you bite into the lime, Mingyu pulls back, letting go of your hair in the process. You pull the fruit slice out of your mouth, setting it onto the nearest table just as he wraps a hand around your wrist again, tugging you towards the bar’s restroom.

He quickly pushes you into the one person restroom, locking the door behind himself before turning to face you.

“Tell me what you want.” He grits out, body rigid as he watches you lean against the dirty wall. “Tell me what that greedy pussy of yours wants, baby.”

“Mmh... want you to fu--fuck, hic, me~” 

The alcohol finally hits you hard, body sensitive when he pins you against the wall. “Fuck, that slutty ‘lil  mouth of yours could probably do some damage, huh? I bet you’re good at choking on cock.” You can’t help but moan as you rub your thighs together.

“We can’t do that here!” You whine, hazy eyes trying to focus on Mingyu. “The--the floor’s d--dirty and I, hic, I wanna feel your c-cock inside of meee~”

Mingyu scoffs, eyes rolling when he rests the palms of his hands on either side of your head. “Yeah? You think you can take my cock? Is that pussy wet enough to take me already?” He pauses, watching as you lick your lips. “I could see the way you were staring at me, y’know? Always thought you were a cute ‘lil thing. Playing coy around campus... Who knew you really had it in you.”

“God, Mingyu, would you stop t-talking? I’m trying to get, hic, you in me, so if you’d please just h-hurry!”

“So impatient. You’re just a cock hungry cumslut who’s willing to get fucked by me in a dirty bar restroom, aren’t you?”

You feel the wetness pooling in your panties, hands immediately latching onto his belt as you start to undo the buckle.

“Yes, now fucking, hic, give it to m-me, damn it!”

And Mingyu does.

His strong arms are the only thing keeping you up; your legs wrapped around his waist and back pressed into the wall as he fucks you hard and fast. Your fingertips tangle into his wavy hair, latching on for dear life when he angles his thrusts in a way that has the head of his cock tapping your g-spot.

“O--oh, fuh--fuck, Mingyu, there! Please, h-harder!!”

He chuckles under his breath; harsh thrusts making your pussy tighten even more around his thick cock. “Yeah? You want it harder? You want me to fuck this ‘lil pussy until all it knows is my cock?” Garbled noises spill from your lips at his questions, hands tugging harder onto his hair.

“Y--yes, god, yes! I--fuck, w-want you to fuck me until, a-ah, all I know is how to take your c-cock!” You cry, digging the heels into the small of his back. “God, just please fuck me stupid, Mingyu!!”

The said male grins, nails digging into the underneath of your thighs as he doubles his pace. “Yeah? Wanna be my dumb ‘lil cumslut? I’ll give you what you want. Anytime, baby. Just say the word.” You can only whine in response, teeth chattering when you feel your orgasm coming.

And Mingyu can tell, growling when he feels your pussy sucking him in deeper. “Make yourself cum. Touch your cute ‘lil clit and get my cock wet.”

You reach a hand down between your bodies, fingertips on the swollen nub as you mewl. “Mmh.. Mingyu… need ‘ta cum…” You mumble, pinching your clit between your fingertips. “Pl--please cum i-inside of, hic, me…” Moaning, you rub circles on your clit, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you.

“You want me to fill you up with my cum, huh? Filthy ‘lil slut.” He scoffs, grinding against you until you whimper. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!”

“Ngh, Ming----Mingyu, ‘m, ah, gonna c-cum!”

A jumbled mix of words tumble off your lips, Mingyu’s name a broken cry in the mix as you cum; thighs shaking and body tensing as the immense pleasure washes over your body. Mingyu fucks you through your orgasm, finding it harder and harder to thrust into you as your pussy tightens into a vice grip around his cock.

But he soon follows suit, licking his lips when he unloads all of his cum inside of you. He slowly grinds against you, riding out his high as he watches your eyes flutter shut. “Does it feel good, baby?” You can only nod in return; moaning at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up.

Mingyu gives it a second before he lets you down onto your feet gently; your hand slipping from his hair as you try to stabilize yourself on wobbly legs. Your eyes are hazy and your head still feels fuzzy from the alcohol and orgasm, but Mingyu drops to his knees within seconds, a smirk on his face when he looks up at you. 

“Spread your legs. Let me see you push my cum out.”

A blush coats your cheeks as you follow his orders, spreading your legs until you can reach down and use your fingers to keep your swollen folds apart. Mingyu immediately leans in, licking his lips as he watches the cum dribble down your thighs.

“Such an obedient slut.”

He places his hands on your thighs, leaning forward until he’s lapping up at the rivulets of cum that drip down your skin. He licks around your fingers, catching all that he can on his tongue before he stands back up.

It takes you a moment to catch onto what he’s doing; tilting your own head up as he tangles a hand through your hair. He leans down, lips on yours in a heated kiss and all you can taste is his cum and the whiskey he’d been drinking earlier in the night. But you moan into the kiss, parting your lips willingly when he pushes the cum into your mouth for you to swallow.

Your eyes flutter shut just as he pulls away, a thread of cum and spit connecting your mouths when he takes a step back.

“So…” You swallow the salty substance down, trying to adjust your focus on Mingyu who wipes at his lips with the back of his hand.

“Y-yes, Mingyu?”

He runs his hands through his messy hair, checking himself in the broken mirror above the sink.

“D’you come here often?”

[jui-imouto-chan]

Hi again! Ok so I think I get the Miya twins aging and de-aging thing but I’d be really interested to hear about it more! (Possibly as a continuation with his and Kita’s relationship as well? Kitahina is criminally underrated)

And does Daishou ever come into the story? The au is really good and I honestly would love to hear anything new about it.

Part 11

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Ily thank you for the ask 🥺💕🧡 I did not watch any of the OVA but I will ten billion percent put Daishou in bc Season 4 had him and I’ve kinda really liked him.

(Snake boi,,,, 😳😳 this one got too long to put him in but if I get another request I will write him. He is,,, 👌🏾✌🏾🥺😍)

Tumblr deleted half of what I wrote even though I saved it so yeayyyyy rewriting time 😌🥲

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“They’re a lot older than they were before! Do foxes usually age this quick?”

Kita held his tongue, observing Hinata ruffle Atsumu’s hair and swipe his thumb along Osamu’s cheek. The twins seemed very content with the contact, although every now and again they’d pass a look along that seemed laced with meaning.

“You guys are adorable though! I hope Natsu still looks this cute when she’s your age!” Hinata’s eyes closed as he grinned at them.

Osamu tracked Hinata’s finger as his face was rubbed, and after thinking for a moment, he glanced at Atsumu and bit Hinata’s thumb.

Everything was still for moment, everyone staring intently at the place where Osamu’s teeth were buried into Hinata’s skin.

“O-Ow!!”

Kita grabbed Osamu by the scruff, opening his mouth to tear into him (in a different way than how he just tore into Hinata’s goddamn thumb), but before he could do so, or even apologize to the redhead, Osamu’s weight increased drastically, his limbs lengthening and proportions adjusting.

Atsumu’s eyes gleamed, taking advantage of the panic to bite Hinata’s other hand, growing to assume the same age as his brother.

“His energy sure is something, huh, ‘Samu!”

Osamu smartly did not respond, Kita’s glare piercing Atsumu the instant he finished speaking. Atsumu gulped audibly, a bit more of the blood seeping into his system and aging him until he was about Kita’s age in appearance.

“Atsumu, you should have found a way to understand by now that your actions have consequences.”

“K-K-Ki-Kita-san???” Atsumu scrambled back and away, bumping into Hinata’s knees, as the ginger had crouched to hold his own arm with tears in his eyes and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Hinata sniffled, Atsumu feeling a guilt like one would get from kicking a wounded puppy—which was not a good feeling to couple with the pure terror one gets from earning Kita’s ire.

“Osamu.”

Said twin froze and began sweating profusely. Despite the increase in size, Kita dangled him the way one would hold a particularly rowdy cat.

He desperately tried to minimize the shiver of his voice and be as formal and thereby responsible as he could, though even as he managed a, “Y-Yes?” he could feel his life start to come to an end.

“I don’t care about nor need your explanation—I know why you did this, but Hinata doesn’t. Explain to him clearly, and then apologize, before I cut out your tongues and take each of your teeth out one-by-one.”

Kita’s threats were rare, but very effective.

Once Kita released Osamu’s collar, the twins scooted close to one another on the ground, whispering back and forth with their skin significantly paler than it was before. Eventually, after some muttering and a very pointed glare from Kita, the two composed themselves, sitting on their heels. Osamu coughed, earning Hinata’s watery gaze and faltering slightly.

“Um. So. I’m Miya Osamu, that’s Atsumu.”

“Hinata Shoyo. Nice to meet you,” Hinata murmured, bowing his head, cheeks a bit puffed up. Kita approached him to place a hand on his head.

“We used to be guardians of a shrine nearby here, but it fell into ruin as people stopped coming by and taking care of it.” Atsumu began.

“People would only come by during celebrations. We’d perform during festivals, and we required everyone to be completely silent, or else the performance would be ruined. As we’d do our dances on opposite sides of the mountain where the shrines were, we’d be offering mana to the forest to keep it flourishing.”

“That’s so cool!” Hinata piped, although he quickly stifled his impressed exclamations as Kita pet his hair.

“Usually after the performance, we’d be low on mana, but we’d hide in the woods for a little bit until we were back to normal—”

“—But people got greedy. They knew we were already weaker without offerings being made to the shrine, and they were ready to take advantage of our decrease in mana.”

“Kita-san’s grandmother would give us offerings and come to every performance at the festivals. Kita-san joined her, of course, but one year, she brought along some girls in hopes to help him find a bride—”

“—even though he was like, twelve!”

Hinata gasped and looked up at the silverette, seemingly in awe. “Kita-san, you had game from a young age?!”

“I don’t know, do I have ‘game’ now?”

The redhead struggled to answer, especially with the amusement dancing in Kita’s eyes.

Atsumu cut in before Hinata could embarrass himself, “Those stupid girls decided to be annoying during my performance, and ended up distracting me. Usually with the dance, we can steadily feed the forest mana and influence how much leaves us. Since it was interrupted—”

“'Tsumu lost a lot of mana, and I had to try to compensate it. Kita-san’s grandma tried to help me, but 'Tsumu was grabbed by some adults before Kita-san could get to him. When they went into the forest, I got away from Kita-san’s grandma to find them.”

“They sealed most of our power, but Kita-san managed to interrupt the ritual before they could force us into a contract. Kita-san was so angry, it was like watching the beast from Naruto.”

“Oh, the Nine-Tails!” Osamu corrected.

“Didn’t it have a name? Kuroomi or something??”

“Ah, Kurama!” Hinata blurted.

“Yeah, that!” The twins affirmed, snapping and pointing—or were those finger guns?

“He totally looked like Kurama when he was beating the shit out of those dudes!”

“I think he only turned back when his grandma started calling for him.”

“So, let me get this straight—”

Osamu coughed, “—Good luck with that—”

“—Kita-san can turn into a super gigantic awesome fox monster and you two keep getting younger? Except for when you get mana?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Hinata practically had stars in his eyes.

“We know it’s selfish to ask this of you after we, uh, bit you...”

“But, Shoyo-kun....”

The twins bowed, foreheads touching the floor. “Please form a contract with us.”

“...Eh?”

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• A lot of this is influenced by Natsume Yuujinchou to some extent and I am not sorry. Also ykno how I reblogged Kindaichi with his hair down? I did so while looking for some KinHina, and now I’m a little tempted to write smthn. Or maybe KuniHina. Or literally anyone with Hinata because when I say hinata harem I mean Hinata HAREM. •

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[orphic-osamu]

37 from the au prompt thing with Chuuya, also have some hearts as well fren 💗💓💞💕

prompt (37): “don’t you want to know how i feel?”

wc: 490

warnings: angst?

a/n: sometimes people aren’t just capable of feeling certain emotions ykno 🤷‍♀️ m sorry if this sucks 🥴 i didn’t edit/rewrite it and this is kind of going back to my old style of writing where it’s overly “emotional” and just essentially a “reflection” of me. and love is a complicated feeling idk 🥴

lowercase intended!

- NAKAHARA CHUUYA -

how did we get here?

keeping you happy was something chuuya swore to do. his gut stirred every time you were hurt, almost as if the world was cursing everyone. whenever your tears hit the ground, the world around chuuya thrown into a frantic haze. and every time something like that happens, his hands, as panicked as everything else, reached to keep you close to him. he’d rock you in his arms and hush your cries.

how did we get here?

never in his life did he think that he’d have to protect you from him. he didn’t know that one day, holding you was only going to hurt you even more. the you standing in front of him, was someone he could hardly recognize. horrified eyes, trembling lips and eyes that showed the pain your heart felt.

“don’t you want to know how i feel?”

your voice was calm and composed, but chuuya has known you long enough to see the melancholy coating every syllable that left your mouth.

how did we get here?

“no, that’s not going to change the fact that we’re just going to be friends.”

oh how he wished he could be more. but that wasn’t the case. how was he supposed to love you with the gaping hole in his heart? how was he capable of feeling such emotion when the world’s colors around him was black and white, tuned out and dull. he turned his back on you, stepping out to leave your home.

“it hurts, chuuya!”

the wall keeping your vulnerability broke, letting the tears fall and your tone twist. crystal blue orbs looked at you almost lovingly, if it weren’t for the curtain of haze hanging over them.

he should love you.

but the plug connecting his emotions to the world was pulled. he couldn’t love. his mind was blurred empty from the question mark on his identity.

“my heart feels like it fell to my ass, for fuck’s sake!”

he almost laughed, finding amusement in your choice of words.

“it feels like you’re choking me when you’re away from my side..”

he frowned, moving to shut the door in standing in between you and him. chuuya didn’t love you, but that didn’t mean he was fine with hurting you. if anything it only agonized him even more.

how did we get here?

“i love you, chuuya!”

you grabbed his sleeve, a silent plea for him to accept you, to love you.

“i love you! i’ve loved you from the day we met!”

how did we get here?

he shrugged off your hold. he shook his head, ignoring how his surroundings spun around him and you. it seemed that the universe was circling him back to you.

still, he looked at you with a smile. and for a moment, you could see a twinge of love in his eyes before it died out almost instantly.

“i wish i loved you too.”

[luthien-t]

Resurfaced Memories. Chapter Seven.

Loki x Female reader

Series Summary: Being the goddess of Victory, Sigyn. You Devoted your eternal love to Loki, but ever since his reveal of being the Jotun, Odin decides to separate you both to prevent all chances of him seizing the throne. Casted -More like banished- to Midgard with no memories of your previous life, you believe you are the same as the ones around you, the midgardians. You gave yourself the name Y/n. With plenty of help and guidance you finally have a life, what will it be of Loki when he finds you during his trips with his brother? 

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Warning: Angst, cruse words, bad english oop

You stepped out of the shop from the back, letting out a long sigh before pulling out your phone to text Linda. Loki being in the shop made everything difficult and complicated things even more, you want to listen to him and talk but you can’t just let it be that easy. Besides, you already gave him his chance and he just ruined it, it would’ve been easier if he just passed by that day

‘Hey

loki is in the shop so i took my break, just let me know when he leaves’ 

She immediately replied

‘Did he do something? I can just kick him out ykno?’

‘no i just dont want to see him’

‘y/n, what did we say about the flow?’

You groan out loud, you know she’s right. But you’re too stubborn for this, you finally let go of the mess and the confusion it brought to you and now it’s coming back to you all too quickly.

‘he left’

Linda texted you again five minutes after you left, you let out a sigh of relief and start walking back to the shop, but wait, why are you feeling disappointed all of a sudden? What is going on with you? You wanted to be away from him and now that he is gone you wish he didn’t? Pull yourself together, y/n. You said to yourself and walked back inside the shop from the back, your feet taking you back to the counter. But he was sitting there, a mug in his hand and his head towards the window, watching the people passing by.

Your heart was thudding violently in your chest and your breathing started to pick up quickly, your head turned left and right trying to find Linda and there she was, pretending to not notice you. You dragged your feet to Linda as quickly as possible, hoping Loki wouldn’t notice and bent down to her level.

“Seriously Linda? What the fuck?” You whispered to her and she smiled, a chuckle following it. “I knew the only way I’d get you to actually talk to him is by lying to you, now go! Seriously, y/n, what could go wrong?” She whisper-yelled to you and you rolled your eyes before standing up straight. It’s like Linda is working with Loki against you, you know she wants whats best for you but sometimes she can be a little bit pressuring. You sighed again and walked slowly towards Loki, you can feel the blood rushing to your face and your heart beating in your chest the minute he turned his head to your direction.

He had an odd expression on his face, like he was surprised to see you here. You took the seat on the opposite side of him and sat down, he opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. “Why are you here, Loki?” You asked him with a monotone voice and he set his mug down. “To explain-“ His eyes were locked into yours, his mouth still agape as if he was wanted to say more but was hesitant. “-Everything.” He whispered the word and his shoulders dropped gently, saying these words felt like enough for him to relax a bit. You remained silent but leaned back on the chair, enlisting that you are listening. 

“I had to go back to Asgard that day, well it was more like forced. I never meant to leave like that.” He rested his hands on the table and looked down at his mug, your angry gaze was burning him and he knew if he kept looking at you it would just burn him more. 

“I am here today by secret, I passed the Bifrost without Heimdalls knowledge and no one really knows I’m here but you.” Saying these words out loud felt foreign to him, no one knows of that secret exit but Sigyn, yet here you are, pulling it out of him with ease. 

“But why?” You ask him, your brows furrowed. This keeps getting more and more complicated to you and you weren’t sure if you can handle more. 

“I told you, darling. I would like to know you.” His usual flirtatious personality was slowly creeping back in him as he noticed how your body was positioned in a way that was indicating that it was not leaving, he is holding on to his one chance to actually know you, maybe finally find the truth about you. He just wants to be sure of his suspicions. 

A sigh left your lips as you crossed your arms over your chest, your eyes were scanning every visible part of Loki. You teeth clinging onto the small skin of the corner of you lips and your mind being too loud for your own liking. You know you have to stop this, everything you read about him and the gods told you enough. Sure, some of the stories were false, but also some of the stories were real, and you were sure that Loki wouldn’t do anything without a motive. You craned your neck back towards Linda and then back to Loki, another short sigh leaving your lips. 

“I’m not Sigyn, Loki.” You say, stating the obvious, he furrows his eyebrows at the sudden mention of his lost love. 

“I know that, I’m not here for her I-“ He protested. 

“No, I know if I saw someone I loved, I wouldn’t stop til I get the truth” You interrupted him, it was starting to feel like a routine with him, he says something and you interrupt him so easily. “If you want the truth, then here it is.” Your voice was quiet, too scared to say it out loud, you never talked about your story to anyone but Linda, your heart was accelerating by the second and you can feel your palms go sweaty. Telling him the truth was the only way you know if he’s here for you or for Sigyn. He remained quite, his mug left abandoned as his hands slowly reached out for you on the table, which you blatantly ignored.

You told him your story, how you got here, how you met Linda. “I can only assume I’ve been injected by the serum. I mean, it doesn’t seem like a coincidence to knock on Lindas door that night. She must’ve been a locked memory in my head.” You finished then sighed, your hands rested on the table, both of your hands close enough to his that you can feel the cold radiate from his hands and meeting with the heat from yours. Loki kept his mouth shut the whole time, only nodding and squinting his eyes at you in concentration the entire time you explained your story. He was speechless, every time he wants to believe that you’re just you, your words and actions, and now your story deflects it. He wasn’t sure if he was being tricked by his own thoughts and his love towards Sigyn or if you’re really her anymore. 

“Would you like to remember?” He asks you softly, one of his hands slowly rising from the table, his palm gently moving towards your head, he was testing the waters, hoping that maybe his magic would clear things. But, you shook your head and his hand dropped to the table with a soft thud. “Not really, it was 75 years ago, I am more than over it now. I have a different life now. I have Linda, I have this shop and if I’ve been away for 75 years from Hydra or whatever so I guess I’m fine without the past.” You noticed his hands slowly retreating towards his mug and his jaw gently clenching as he swallowed, like he was holding back. 

“But thank you, for the idea” You smiled a sad smile and lifted a hand gesturing to his hand quickly.

Loki shrugged slightly and forced a smile, his eyes glued to his cold tea. “Look, I know you want me to be her so bad but I’m sorry. I’m not, and even if I was, Loki” This time only his eyes looked up at you, warning you to watch your words at the mention of Sigyn. You pretend to be oblivious to his silent warning and continued. “I am sure I would’ve wanted you to move on, maybe love another or start new. You gods are immortal, 75 years is a mer blink of an eye.” You don’t know where this bravery came from but you kept your eyes still on his. Loki took a deep breath in, his chest rising and then lowering slowly, like he was debating and thinking of his next moves. 

You know you crossed the line when you mentioned her, but how else were you going to get this man to make up his mind. One minute he was here and then for 3 months he’s gone and now he’s back? “Loki, I know your stories, your ideas and morals. I know of your heritage and the shit Odin has done. I know you have motive. If you’re really here for Sigyn then please, stop wasting your time.” His silence was making you bolder by the second and you know damn well that this is the only chance you will get to say these things. “You don’t know anything, y/n.” His reply was short and harsh, exactly what you expected. 

“You believe the stories you’ve read about me in your silly books? That I’m the monster you tell your children at night?” His voice was slighting rising as he tilted his body towards you, trying to intimidate you, the table keeping the distance between you both as you remained seated calmly, your back straight and your face unbothered by his words. “Then what do you want Loki? I told you already, you had one chance and you blew it.” Your voice was calm and quiet, the complete opposite of your heart and the emotions that were boiling inside you. 

“This is my one chance!” He raised his voice as he slammed his hand on the table, the shop was suddenly quiet and all eyes were on you two. Linda stood up and watched you both, calculating what to do next. All you did was sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, why were you putting up with this? You don’t know, you just want to get this over with. You stood up, watching his eyes follow you, your feet led you to the door as Linda approached you. “I can call the cop-“ 

“No, I can handle him.” You interrupted before turning your head towards Loki, tilting it slightly, observing his stance and the way his eyes watered with frustration, you wondered again if he’s doing all of this for you or for Sigyn, had he truly loved her and is still looking for her in you? He took your staring as an invitation and walked towards you, following you as you walked out and away from the shop, he was confused when you stopped in front of a small house. 

“Okay Loki, I’ll give you what you want” Your voice was calm and your back to him, it reminded him of how calm she always was during heated conversations. He remained silent but still followed you inside the house.

He watched you set the keys down and sigh. His eyes couldn’t help but wander around the house, it was filled with plants, pictures of you and Linda framed everywhere, a couch was in the middle of the living room where you went and sat down.

“You want me to remember?” You looked up at him, one eyebrow raised and your tone still calm, as if this was just a normal conversation, confusion kept rising in him. 

“Then get it over with, I have work and Linda is going to get worried if I’m not back in an hour” You continued and he walked towards you. 

“Y/n,” He started, he was starting to hesitate, unsure of your sudden decision. “Don’t you want to know if I’m Sigyn? Go on then, I’ll buy us the time so you can leave and move on.” Your eyes started to water, all of this was overwhelming and you were doing all of this, saying all of this without even thinking. Your heart beat was accelerating as he sat down in front of you. 

“I’ve told you before, I want to know you, I know Sigyn is out there somewhere but you said it yourself, it has been 75 years.” He said, his voice was trembling slightly at your offer and your choice of words. The way you figured him out before he even had the chance to proceed with his plans, he was supposed to gain your trust before doing this, it was supposed to be a slow and stealthy plan, yet here you are rushing him to do it. 

“Are you really here for me? Or is it because somewhere deep down you’re still holding onto her?” Your voice broke as you pointed a finger to his chest. He sighed and looked down at where your finger and his chest meet.

“I am not stupid, Loki, now lets get it over with. This is the one chance you obviously wanted, right?” You grabbed his hand and moved it to hover your forehead and his breath hitched, holding his palm away from your face as you held onto his wrist to keep it in place, he can’t lie to himself that he is scared, he’s terrified. What will happen after this? He hates walking blindly into an unknown future. He watched your face, looking for anything to pull away from you but all you gave him was a determined look, you were ready for whatever mysterious outcome this will give. 

He inhaled before slowly moving his palm to your forehead, your hold on his wrist were tightening and letting go repeatedly quickly, he can tell that you’re as scared as he was, he can hear it in your breathing, he can feel it in your hands. One finger touched your forehead and you can feel a cold tingling sensation coarse all through you, closing your eyes, you can see bright lights all around you even with your eyes closed, you were embracing yourself for whatever truth you are about to get when suddenly the cold feeling left your body and the lights were all gone. 

You hesitated to open your eyes, was it already over? You tried to ask yourself a question, maybe what your name was but all you got was blank. You still don’t remember? You opened your eyes again and all you see is your empty living room, your shoulders slumped and you let out a sigh. Speechless at what just happened, Loki is nowhere to be found but there was an engraving carved with details on the floor. Great, he fucking left, again.

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Can we get more info on 5-7?

             5. Dear God

So this one is ANCIENT (2012!!!) and idk why it’s still in my WIPs folder because I do clean it out/reorganize it every few years or so (which is why that unfinished powershipping christmas fic wasn’t on the list, cause I moved it to a different folder). Sadly the title makes it seem more interesting than it actually is - it’s just a few paragraphs and nothing really happens at all. 

Russet eyes were glazed over as they watched the rain pelt the ground, each drop making tiny indents in the dirt, puffs of the still-dry earth floating up with each splash before settling down again, the process repeating over...and over... Rain drummed against the body of a beaten up jeep, the only prominent sound within miles, save to the sound of the rain falling in the grass, and the dirt, and the leather jacket Bakura wore. 

The man blinked as water ran down his face, following the curve of his brow and rolling over the crease of his eyelid, flowing into his eye. The water pooled between his lids, blurring his vision for a few moments until he blinked again, and the water was squeezed out to mingle with the rest on his face, like a single, solitary tear. He inhaled slowly, then let the breath out in a quick huff, turning away from the long stretch of dirt road in front of him. Behind him, another long chunk of drivable desert. He growled under his breath and began to pace, wet sand squishing under his boots, gravel shifting with each step. 

How could be trapped here, in the middle of fucking nowhere, with a flat fucking tire and no spare? 

It was inspired by this Avenged Sevenfold song and I vaguely remember that it was going to be thiefshipping, about the various trials Bakura goes through to get back to Malik after a fight or something but... 🤷

              6. Domestic Disturbance

This one is also super short, more fleshed out in my mind than on paper, and I started writing it after we had to call the cops on our neighbors because they were having a very loud and long argument (like, over an hour of yelling). Inspiration comes from the dumbest places with me, haha, but this is another one of those “why is this still in my wips” documents because I don’t have any intention of finishing it. After writing what I did I kinda had a “maybe these kinds of situations shouldn’t be your inspiration for fanfics, weirdo” moment and I scrapped it. But anyway! 

The story goes that Bakura was playing some Wii game, lost grip on the controller, and accidentally chucked it and broke a vase because he wasn’t wearing the wrist strap. Malik hears the crash and comes around the corner, lecturing him about “how many times have i told you i s2g bakura why are you like this” even as Bakura’s already beginning to clean up the mess. Bakura gruffly tells him to chill out because nothing important was broken anyway, just “that ugly ass vase” and he holds up a piece for Malik to see. The tension thickens immediately and Malik speaks with measured anger instead of the usual screaming, so Bakura knows He Fucked Up. “That was a gift from my sister.” Bakura panics a bit on the inside, but outside he scoffs and he’s all like “even better, tell her she has awful tastes” because ykno. He’s like that. Doesn’t wanna admit he fucked up, doesn’t wanna take responsibility or acknowledge he hurt Malik’s feelings. At this point I’d stopped writing it, but still have the basic outline. The regular bickering becomes a super intense all out screaming match about basically anything and everything, all the tiny little things they’d been burying for as long as they’d lived together finally coming out, start demanding why they ever thought this would work and they’re just about to get to that great crescendo where they're about to break up (”Well then maybe you shouldn’t have brought me back!” “At this point I’m inclined to agree!” Bakura’s shocked. “Well...then is this going where I think it’s going?” “I think it is.” “Then say it.” “...” “Say you want to break up!” “I...Bakura, I...” when someone knocks on the door. Heyo, it’s two cops, saying someone called in a domestic disturbance. Malik snaps that they’re fine, still pissed from the fight, but obviously like no Malik that’s not gonna help. So one officer brings Bakura out into the hall to question him and the other stays with Malik. Cop asks if they’re together, how long, what the fight was about, etc etc, and then if the fight had been physical at all. Bakura recoils in shock and practically screams “No!” “You never hit Malik?” “I would never!” “And Malik wouldn’t hit you?” There’s a few things there, bc I wasn’t sure how I wanted Bakura to respond; make an “only if he asked wink wonk” joke that the cop rolls his eyes at, or stammer that “i mean he’s smacked my head once or twice but it never hurt and i was being super annoying at the time and it was more like playful slapping” but either way the cop asks for a more direct answer or for Bakura to elaborate and Bakura gets pissed, says Malik would cut off his own hand before he hit Bakura because obviously. Cop seems taken aback but nods, and then lectures Bakura a bit about volume, tells him maybe one of them should pack a bag and stay with friends or family for a few days. Their partner comes out soon after and the two cops leave. Bakura goes back inside, where Malik is standing with his arms crossed, looking shaken with red rimmed eyes. They look at each other, feeling awkward, but then they make tea, sit down, and have a calmer “are we really like that?” conversation. they admit a lot of their fights are pointless and stupid and they’re just fighting to fight because it’s Their Thing and aha, aren’t we so cute and quirky, arguing is our foreplay - which it is, but they admit they’ve taken it too far, gotten too used to snapping at each other when something happens, and some of their issues (like Bakura disrespecting Malik’s siblings, and Malik’s control freak attitude) really need to be sat down and talked out, not screamed out. They apologize, foreheads pressed together, and Malik thumbs a tear from Bakura’s cheek. Bakura strokes his fingers through Malik’s hair. Malik makes a “well you know the best part about fighting, right?” and Bakura laughs, and then it ends.

               7. But he came back

So if y’all didn’t know I recently commissioned a(n amazing) fic from @/sitabethel (not properly tagging cause i don’t wanna bother them). In it, Bakura promises Malik he’ll come back after his final showdown with Atem, but ten years pass and Malik gets engaged to Seto. It’s corporate theifshipping and obviously I recommend reading it - but it’s based on an RP I did with a friend of mine years ago. In the RP, Bakura was pissed Malik hadn’t waited for him and does the whole “why did I even bother coming back I literally only came back to be with you?????” and Malik being like “Sorry? But you took a long fucking time and I had to do something to stop the loneliness.” We never finished it, but when we dropped it Bakura was starting to heal and move on and we had plans to end it powershipping and tendershipping - and Bakura catching the bouquet at the wedding and Ryou immediately being like >:) but anyway. The concept stuck with me and I really liked the idea of Bakura coming back to that situation and more so rolling with it - maybe a touch bitter at first, but hey, he’s nothing if not adaptable, and he absolutely invites himself into the relationship in the clunkiest way possible. 

“But he came back” was the start of my own attempt to write something with that kind of plot. When I write a fic, I start with a vague collection of ideas or scenes I want to write, and then when I have enough to work with, I begin organizing them into an outline. This doc is just a very small collection of ideas and dialogue, mixing some things taken from the RP and my own ideas. It’s mostly things like how Malik and Kaiba get to the marriage point, starting with an impromptu kinda tipsy make out session hidden away in the kitchen during a party Yugi’s throwing, and how they navigate each other’s trauma and fumble their way into a genuine romance despite everything. I’ve never managed to sit down and work it out into an outline of any kind, and the way I wanted to explore Malik and Bakura’s relationship before the show down, Malik and Kaiba’s relationship building afterwards, and then the relationship building with all three of them meant 30 chapters, at least (the original rp is over 2,500 pages and again, we had only just started with Bakura wanting to ask Ryou out and going to Malik for advice adjklj, when we dropped it) and well. yall know i’m bad at writing multi fic chapters 

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H E L L O jfp-eyes pen (thats your new name btw)

i know its a little late but my mind keep going back to it and i also talked about a similar issue w several other people on here since and i was wondering if you can/want elaborate on what you said about this:

"like, u want potters to be desi? it’s not just the cute clothes and good food and linguistic differences u need to keep in mind. there’s so much more where it comes from, including several practices that will be considered highly objectionable by this rigidly judgemental crowd."

((i am v v interested but no pressure to answer this, i totally get if you dont want to get into this discourse))

dani—you’re gonna pull me into the desi potters discourse one way or the other, eh?

so. i’m not sure how much sense this’ll make because it’s like…half-baked thoughts but my problem with this scenario actually stems from a more macro, general trend i’m noticing in fandom behaviour. for some reason, puritan culture & veiled conservatism is coming back in the guise of progressiveness? and that’s leading to a lack of critical thinking in these spaces & randomly attributing buzzwords to things out of context bc u don’t have more than a shallow understanding of it.

which means that that comment was directed at a very specific subset of fandom that decided that idk ignoring the Bad Things & Flaws would somehow make them cease to exist. let’s only take the most ‘exotic’, fun aspects even if it’s a completely one dimensional reading & run with it. they wouldn’t be able to tell u what desi is beyond the barebones.

so, you’ll have people vehemently arguing that the potters can’t be anything but desi and white james is gross and i’m just like—why. why are u, as a non-desi person, so attached to this headcanon that you’ll ridicule real people for it? and then their attitudes as well. the incest thing, for example. there are communities in india that marry their first cousins—if i write a story tomorrow where james marries his mother’s imaginary brother’s daughter, then depending on how i HC him, that’s perfectly culturally acceptable (and desirable). if i write a story where euphemia and fleamont use corporal punishment for him, and he takes it super lightly and jokes about it, that’s also fine. (which is a direct contrast to how the western black family & sirius’ abuse is treated). there’ a community in india where the man ‘drinks’ from his mother’s breast, publicly, at his wedding to symbolise the last time he’d be her son before he becomes someone’s husband. another where a new mother can’t feed her son until her sister-in-law washes her breast thoroughly. caste is something that’s not even touched upon. it’s so complicated. but how do u think it’ll be received by most of the desi potter crowd if i actually do write any of this? will i be praised for my ~representation or called out on twitter for being a freak?

and that’s really where i get annoyed. the attitudes most of this crowd hold does not have any space for cultural subjectivity, what is ok to them has to be universally ethical. there’s no way other cultures do things their way and if they do, it’s barbaric/backward/problematic etc etc. pseudo-colonial, like i said.

(disclaimer: i want it to be made very clear i’m not demanding people nclude this stuff in their fics. i’m well aware of how escapism works, being the premier advocate for it. im just saying it won’t hurt to be mindful of these facts, that this is a whole culture that’s ridiculously diverse that doesn’t just exist for the sake of people’s headcanons)

and this isn’t even going into the cultural nuances of how desi families work. you can’t bring in american/european individualism & have james move out at 18 & write everything transactionally & do everything the way u would for a white character but only pay lip service when saying they’re brown ykno? when u say they’re a certain identity, there’s so much that comes with that. and if u don’t include any of that, then it really just makes me wonder why u want a brown james—feels like ego appeasement and falling to peer pressure half the time tbh.

another important thing for me is that so much of this crowd intersects with the ‘fandom is activism’ crowd and i just. fundamentally disagree with those people. and find their words/actions incredibly performative. by which i mean, the way they treat real people—people from the communities they’re adopting as HCs for their beloved characters. there’s this…hypocrisy, yeah? what i mentioned above, about how if i wrote some culturally different practice, i’d probably be attacked. they don’t want desi potter, they want white-lite potters that is palatable to & tailored for their own constitution but in a form that they can pass of as ‘oh look, my characters r diverse which makes me Morally Good and i can use that to shit on others’.

i think my problem is just that i don’t like it when people use the identity headcanons to portray themselves as being inherently better because they have ~equal representation. fandom is not a government institution—lateral visibility & membership is not a prerequisite to wanting to write about x and y fucking or going on a date or hugging or having a conversation. making a marauder group where each character—functionally an OC—is from a different community (often w/o considering how intersectionality works) for the sake of saying ‘oh i have a x in my HCs’ does not make u some radical leftist, yeah? and i strongly dislike people who pretend it does.

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So I wrote something for “The Worst Three-Legged Race.” Because, ykno, queer baiting. I’m queer, I took the bait, I wanted them to experience genuine feelings instead of a shitty joke-kiss, yadda yadda here’s some awkward genin feelings.

This is immediately after the episode ends, their hands are stuck together in a chakra ball, you know what’s up.

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It wasn’t going to get easier any time soon, this Sasuke was sure of. Naruto had managed to settle down after their mission report once Kakashi Sensei and Sakura had taken turns feeding him ramen (Sasuke still had use of his dominant hand and, frankly, wouldn’t be caught dead being spoon fed).

But now, alone in Naruto’s apartment past sunset, came the upheaval of just how awkward things were destined to be for the next three days together.

Three. Whole. Days. AND nights.

Sasuke sighed and closed his eyes, feeling his brows scrunch together and downward for what felt like the millionth time since the crook had sealed their hands together with his unique (and frustratingly solid) chakra.

Kakashi sensei had the good grace to walk them back to Naruto’s apartment (Sasuke had yet to have another living soul join him on his family’s compound following the massacre and he’d be damned if NOW of all times was going to be the time he broke that trend) but once he disappeared from the scene in a flash of smoke, the boys were left alone in the entryway of the dark apartment.

“So, uh, usually I just leave my shoes over here-“ Naruto began to move down the small corridor, already knowing well enough to wait a brief moment for Sasuke to catch on to his movements so as to not send the other boy jerking along behind him.

Once they rounded the corner, just a few feet away from the door Naruto removed his shoes and waited for Sasuke to follow suit.

After that, well…it became very clear that Naruto had absolutely no plan for the evening. Which didn’t surprise Sasuke in the slightest, seeing as this whole bound-at-the-wrist thing was an admittedly new development. Had they been at Sasuke’s home, he was sure that he would fare no better than the blonde.

“Well it’s a good thing we already ate because I’m pretty sure my 24-hour-store produce wouldn’t be up to your standards.” The attempt at light banter was followed by something akin to a huff of breath mixed with an awkward chuckle, as well as with a shuffling of bare feet inches from Sasuke’s own and a barely noticeable tug on their joined hands.

Sasuke suddenly felt an unexpected and immense sympathy for the bewhiskered boy in front of him. So much so that it shocked him, but he was struck with the realization that Naruto likely hadn’t shared his space with another human being in his entire LIFE and that this was a completely foreign and embarrassing situation for the both of them.

“I don’t think instant noodle snacks count as produce, dobe.”

This earned a more genuine bark of laughter from Naruto, who undoubtedly appreciated the reciprocation of their casual-yet-teasing banter that always came so naturally.

“Shut up, teme, or I’ll just have to plan a little ‘grocery’ trip over the next couple days. I’m sure you’d LOVE a tour of my local convenience store. The clerk would LOVE you.” The shit-eating snickers that followed this threat left sasuke almost curious to find out just what kind of person this shop keeper was.

Instead of asking, Sasuke simply rolled his eyes and looked around the small living room. Naruto seemed content chuckling to himself over his seemingly-genius hypothetical scenario, while Sasuke properly took in his new surroundings.

Sasuke’s attention snapped back to his begrudgingly bound companion when the ridiculous giggles turned into an intense yawn.

“We should get to bed. The sooner we get through tomorrow the better.” Sasuke knew the bitterness of his statement was unwarranted, but as he spoke he became acutely aware that he wasn’t in control of this situation. He knew he was better off here with Naruto than with Kakashi or (god forbid) Sakura, but Sasuke wasn’t a fan of situations outside of his control- or at least his willfully consenting participation.

“Yeah, I’m beat. Tomorrow’s gonna be a nightmare.” The shorter boy’s whole body slumped forward as he finished his sentence, shooting Sasuke a brief, sidelong glance before trudging off in the direction of what Sasuke could only assume was his bedroom (please let it not be the bathroom, please let it not be the bathroom, please let it-)

Sasuke had to hold back his sigh of relief as the bed and sparse furnishings (most notably the lack of a toilet) filled his view.

“Huh.” Naruto had stopped in the middle of the room.

“What is it?”

“I mean, I guess changing into pajamas is sorta outta the question isn’t it?”

The hand that wasn’t stuck to Sasuke’s in the chakra ball reached up to scratch the hair behind Naruto’s left ear as he spoke.

“Yeah, unless you want me to cut them off you.” His Kunai knife made a dull sound against his palm through the holster as he brought his free hand down to pat against it in accordance to his threat.

However, what was meant to be a clever and sarcastic threat toward his rival instead left both of their faces burning in the dull lamp light that Naruto had turned on upon entering the room. The blood pumping in Sasuke’s ears did nothing to stop the mantra of regret filling his mind as Naruto began to splutter briefly, tripping over his words.

“S-shut up, bastard, that doesn’t even make any sense. How would I get my pajama shirt on then, huh? What, are you gonna cut it ON to me?”

“That doesn’t make any sense either.”

“None of this makes sense! Let’s just go to bed!” Naruto raised their joined hands into the air in frustration along with his own free hand.

Sasuke simply offered up a “Tch” in response to the admittedly true statement from his team mate. He anticipated Naruto’s movements and began moving toward the bed at the same time that the blonde spun on his heel.

Stopping just shy of the edge of the bed Naruto turned partly back toward sasuke, not quite facing him and blush still firmly in place. Sasuke thought maybe it had actually gotten worse in the three feet they had traveled, not that he was paying attention to that sort of thing.

“I’ve always just slept in the middle, so, I donno....do you have a preference?” The words were spoken in the softest tone Sasuke had perhaps ever heard the younger boy speak, and he found himself taken aback for the second time that night.

Of all the things to be embarrassed by in their current circumstances, choosing which side of the bed they would sleep on hadn’t crossed Sasuke’s mind as one of them. Though he supposed it made sense. Closeness of any kind was a particularly vulnerable experience when all of those close to you had been taken away. Or if you’d never known closeness to anyone at all.

At least Sasuke had experience with sharing a bed in the past. As the younger sibling, he’d not really been allowed a choice, Itachi had always instinctively taken the side of the door to protect him in case of intruders.

Sasuke clenched his jaw at the uninvited memory and felt his hand pull minutely at their joined chakra ball as he tried to physically retreat into himself on impulse.

“Sas-“

“I’ll take the left side.” He looked directly into Naruto’s eyes as he cut him off. His eyes were cold and sharp, daring Naruto to question his brief hesitation and the bodily twitch he had definitely noticed in the dark haired boy.

Naruto’s face sobered immediately in response to the challenging expression.

“Sure, fine by me.” It was mumbled and Sasuke barely made it out as Naruto turned fully toward the bed again, bringing Sasuke with him by association.

The dark haired boy knew immediately that Naruto had misconstrued his reaction to what had clearly been a vulnerable question. But he only felt angrier at this fact, trying to shove his frustration down deep as he climbed into the bed. No point trying to fix it now. He just needed to get through the next three days.

“Please tell me you at least sleep under the covers.”

“Of course, Dobe, it’s freezing at night.” Sasuke gave him a long-suffering look, wrenching the covers aside and forcing Naruto to shuffle out from on top of them.

Once they had settled beneath the covers, bound hands laying between them on the pillow, Sasuke felt himself fighting the urge to squirm under Naruto’s concentrated gaze. It was one he’d met countless times in class or on the training field or even on a mission- but he was caught off guard by the intensity of the bright blue eyes as they watched him through the darkness of this foreign space that Naruto called home.

Sasuke hadn’t dared to share the single pillow with Naruto (although it seemed more than big enough) so he was met with only half the blonde boys face, smooshed into the pillow and blocked partially by the chakra ball. It was decidedly the most vulnerable position he’d been in with Naruto to date so he closed his eyes determinedly.

He needed to sleep. Tomorrow was already going to be difficult, he was not about to add sleep deprivation to the list of road blocks.

Sasuke felt Naruto’s toes brush against his shin as the boy shifted slightly and Sasuke flinched back minutely on instinct.

“..Sorry.” Came the mumble across from him in the darkness.

“..It’s okay.” He whispered back.

Okay. So maybe sleep wouldn’t come as easily as he’d hoped, but he’d dealt with worse nights. Way worse. At least he wasn’t alone this time.

Wait, no, hold on. Wasn’t that the whole problem?

You know what, forget it. He’d deal with these thoughts tomorrow. Or never. He just needed to sleep.

Naruto started to snore softly beside him, but the volume didn’t stay quiet for long.

It was going to be a long three days.