#or anyone in this blurb really

[klonoadreams]

guess who started writing, fell asleep, and woke up to write more?

anyways have Arven being the owner of a Rotom Phone that has a Rotom that is more likely to cause deliberate mayhem, because not all Rotom Phones have Rotom that behave well. Sometimes, you get one that demands SANDWICHES in exchange for proper good behavior - for a good hour or two.

Also rip Jacq, Koraidon might be the most interesting thing around to observe, but having to fetch anything from them while it’s displaying some weird sort of nesting behavior (hence the defensiveness) sure is gonna be a hassle.

Anyways, good luck with that. Also we’re like some months away before Penny returns from Galar and the OG Player character (who is a younger child here, and doing her own thing) shows up in Paldea. Make what you will of that. :V

also do not correct me on Clavell’s name, seeing as the name itself IS the Spanish word for Carnation, and if I want to reflect  that well, it MEANS we gotta get rid of  the second L - which is the way it’s spelled in Spanish, so don’t mind me (It’s also the way it’s most commonly spelled in other languages, especially the original Japanese, so idk why they decided to add the second L to the name, given the name’s origins and the setting in the Iberian Peninsula and the language’s rules about two Ls versus singular L).

The only reason I keep the spelling here is because I can’t always explain myself like I can in my writing, so OOP. But just know that this is why I say I am gonna flip flop between English names and Japanese, as well as Spanish (because some of the Spanish names overlap more with Japanese, versus the outliers English can have due to past localization choices).

[seiwas]

sellllllll it's meeeeee. hehehehehehehehehhehe

so for ur writing exercises.... deku + light? please? pretty please?

:3c

heheh heheh hehe niku. this will be the death of me. me writing izuku for the first time 🥲 i will only do this for you </3

contains: established relationship, spoilers for the end of the manga, aged up deku but sometime in between the final outcome (he doesn't get the h*** s*** from bakugo yet), mentions of sex and scars

deku + light

izuku only sleeps with the lights off.

it isn't uncommon; many people you know can't sleep with even just a sliver of light turned on somewhere in the room. but the difference with izuku, you learn, is not that he's unable to stand the light―it's that he refuses to.

you quickly pick up on it the first few times he sleeps over.

he fidgets in bed, pretty badly, actually. the nightlight you sleep with glows a warm yellow, illuminating the side of your face and coating him in its afterglow. you chalk it up to nerves, how he pulls at his sleeves and adjusts his position constantly; he is, after all, one of the most anxious people you know.

and this relationship―it's new. heck, even you feel a little jittery with his arm wrapped around you.

the rhythmic tapping on your hip only increases pace. you don't think he realizes it, so your hand gently reaches for his, intertwining your fingers as you turn around in his arms.

he's close, nearly touching you nose-to-nose; the proximity leaves you fuzzy, a little ticklish, so you giggle, a soft "oops," as the freckles dusting his face almost glisten under the warm light.

"hi," you whisper, meeting his eyes; they stare back at you wide in surprise, "can't sleep?"

he looks almost guilty at your question, as if you’ve caught him with the one thing he's been trying to keep from you.

"just—" his voice comes out louder than intended, prompting him to chuckle nervously as he readjusts his volume, "just winding down, sorry."

you inch closer, nuzzling his nose lightly, "it's okay."

"did i wake you?" he asks, cheeks flushing pink as his eyebrows furrow in immediate concern. his expression is something caught between stifling a grin and feeling sorry.

you shake your head against the pillow you share, strands of your hair tangling with his. "just winding down," you tease, watching as his gaze turns softer, eyelids drooping heavier.

sometimes, you think, izuku holds the world in his eyes―a deep, dark green, the color of life. most times, they look at you with wonderment, bright and alive; photos from inko tell you they're the eyes of his inner child.

on nights like this one, however, they hide a depth in them weighted by what you can only assume is time, and all that has happened to him in such a short span of it.

you try your best to understand what lies beneath them, knowing full well he'll never tell you outright what truly bothers him.

"is it the light?" you bring up, some time after laying in silence.

"hm?" he clarifies.

"do you have a hard time sleeping with the nightlight?"

his eyes widen briefly once more, as if shocked that you've caught him again. these split second reactions are ones you've learned to be attentive to when it comes to izuku.

"no," he tries to lie, but you know better as you turn to your nightstand and reach for its switch, "you don't–"

"it was hurting my eyes," you quickly make up an excuse, tucking yourself closer under his chin as you cut off his attempt to deny it again.

finding out that the light was the problem was the easy part—

you'd begun to notice much earlier on that izuku was barely rested on the nights he'd spend at your place. it was only when your old nightlight broke that you began to notice him waking up much later than you did, groggily rousing from a deep sleep.

—what was hard, was figuring out why.

at first, you suspected it was his scars.

"s-sorry, it's not—" he'd warned you, right as your hands gripped the hem of his shirt the first time you were about to have sex, "—it's not nice."

you didn't care though; you still don't care, and you've made that abundantly clear to him since. you love izuku and all his parts―all the nicks and jaggedy pieces of skin that make up who he is.

when you eventually ask him about it, with a request that he be honest with you for once, he tells you that it is and it isn't―the reason why he exclusively sleeps with the lights off, that is.

it's an odd, comforting relationship he has with his body—that he is simultaneously grateful and sorry for how its become a canvas, both painted and marred to symbolize japan’s historic last stand.

you find out the real reason when you catch him staring at his hands.

he does it often, when he thinks you aren't looking—his fists bunched up in the same way he used to watch the power of one for all course through his fingertips; the same way he used to prepare them in battle.

there’s a faraway look in his eyes that lingers, you notice—a little wistful if anything.

“do you miss it?” you finally ask. he gives you the same shocked look he does every time, as if he’s been caught with a secret he’s been trying to hide.

he’s learned a fair bit about you now, too, though—lying to you is futile when you’ve perfected reading his truth. he stares at his fists again as you take a seat beside him, moving to give you space. you rest your head on his shoulder gently, waiting.

“sometimes,” he admits, but you know it’s an understatement.

“i think about the vestiges a lot. i miss them the most, i think,” he continues, clenching his fists tightly, “i always try to reach out to them, but i guess it doesn’t work that way.”

“i… i try to replicate the right conditions every night, but…” then he lets go, stretching his fingers out wide. the scars on the surface ripple through his skin, telling its own story.

you hum, acknowledging what he means. silence sits with the two of you as you take his hand in yours, slowly unfurling his fingers until his palm reveals itself to you. it’s rough to the touch, seasoned with hard work and all that he’s been through.

“is that why you prefer the dark?” you ask softly, after some time.

it's not often that you stay up later than izuku does. when you do though, you catch him shifting in bed, moving from side-to-side. you pretend you aren't awake, but you hear him mumble their names, dwindling in volume as he dozes off to sleep.

he stares at his palm for a moment before he admits quietly, "yeah." his brows furrow as if contemplating whether to say more, but he shakes his head, dark green strands swaying to the beat of his embarrassed chuckle, "nevermind, it's silly."

"it's not."

you intertwine your fingers, sandwiching his hand between yours. a slight sheen glosses over his eyes as he tilts his head up to look at you. he draws in a breath, before it spills over.

"it's..." he finds the words, and you squeeze his hand in comfort, "it's easier to believe it was all real when the lights are out, and that maybe it can happen again."

[oh-allie]

my official post to put an end to teruhashi hate

(note: im aroace, so of course i love the headcannon that saiki is too, BUT i also like saiteru a lot ☺️ to me its not a big deal if hes shipped with anyone because he is just a character and its not canon that hes aroace {even though i'd be happy if he was!!})

just admit you just hate confident women (because its CANON that to everyone but saiki, she IS the perfect pretty girl.)

her crush on saiki is incredibly reasonable. it started as her seeking validation, because her entire self worth since birth has been male validation, but over the series its shown how she really comes to care about him.

if you say something like "oh but he obviously doesnt like her back" ?? to US it's obvious that he doesnt outwardly reciprocate her feelings, but to her whenever saiki ignores her, thats just how he is to everyone.

to her, theyve gone on multiple dates, and theyre in the same friend group, so its totally reasonable for her to have some hope still.

refer back to my post about the years of harassment and trauma teruhashi has faced 🙏 i could talk about her and how she deserves better forever 🙏🙏

saiki doesnt even hate her either 😒😒 you are fighting a battle that nobody else cares about 😒 saiki n teruhashi r besties and you guys mightve watched a bootleg version if you think saiki still hates teruhashi at the end of the show or even at the beginning?? he just didnt like how she attracted attention, he acknowledges that everything she thinks about herself is true

and anyway the WHOLE show is about how saiki is growing and accepting the people in his life, and accept the fact that he cares about them. TERUHASHI IS ONE OF HIS FRIENDS TOO 😒😒

[gingermintpepper]

This morning at like 4 am I said I'd post about Hyapollo when I woke up and I'm awake now so:

Here is a list of very specific headcanons about how Hyacinthus and Apollo's first meeting goes (this is, in fact, specific to the retelling that is living rent-free in my mind)

Apollo goes to Amyclae because he's looking for Clio. She's been missing for quite some time and the other Muses have done a wonderful job covering for her (read: hiding the reason she's MIA so Apollo doesn't get into a tiff with Aphrodite when he's already very stressed) but Apollo's gotten suspicious and none of his girls will give him a straight answer so fine, he'll find her himself.

Slips into mortal guise as a huntsman named Agreus (He's very stressed okay, don't critique his naming sense) and makes an exchange with Hermes for some information so he at least has a lead on where to start looking.

Hears from Hermes that she may or may not be in Lapith which is great, actually, Apollo hasn't checked in on how those particular descendants have been doing in quite some time so really, it's all working out.

Decides to make something of a trip out of it - he hasn't assumed mortal guise in a long time and it'll be longer still before he gets to wear it again. Goes to Amyclae so he can take the ship from there to Lapith, gets stopped by some men returning from a hunt of their own.

"Foreigner, what business do you have in our fair city?" "Merely passing through, to Lapith." "To Lapith? Where is your pass?" "My what?"

Gets arrested :(

His case gets processed fairly quickly actually - he only spends a few hours in merchant jail before he's taken to plea his case with one of the princes of Amyclae

The prince is actually one of the hunters that had him arrested. Lovely. His hair keeps catching Apollo's eyes though, thick and bright red. Almost familiarly so...

"Pardon me - " "No" "- but I can't help but notice your hair milord. Is the current queen Thracian?" "You claim to want passage to Lapith but know nothing of its affairs? The current queen is the lady of Lapith, Diomede."

Apollo hasn't been keeping much of an eye on Lapith, but as far as he knows, there hasn't been a prominent Diomede since the days of Lapithes. And she was his daughter.

It kind of clicks then - Aphrodite punishing Clio with the same fate she scolded her for, to fall in love with a mortal and experience the pain she felt for Adonis. Diomede is the kind of clever, obscure name Clio would pick, which makes this very grumpy prince in front of him both her son and a part of that punishment. Wonderful.

(The prince's name is apparently Hyacinthus. Apollo manages to convince him to let him free since he's clearly not been to Lapith in quite some time and has not kept up to date with its legislation. He pays his fine and is out of the holding cells by nightfall.)

[josecariohca]

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[hoshiina]

pairing: kuroda yukinari x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he was always just watching from afar

warnings: none :)

He was always watching from afar. He would watch the way you would always say you were tired, but you'd be paying full attention every class. He noticed how you would genuinely be interested in class when you enjoyed the subject, but when you didn’t you’d subconsciously frown at the work given. 

When he was practicing afterschool, sometimes he’d see you walk out of school a little too late and he’d realize you were studying in the library again. He would usually just watch, but today he just really wanted to talk to you. Maybe he was feeling particularly lonely that day after you had a seating change and you sat even further away from him than before. Whatever it was, he was feeling rather impulsive today.

“Sorry, I’m going to go ride outside for a bit,” he told his teammates and rolled his road racer outside. Little did he know, most members of the team knew about his little crush, especially the third years. It was a little too obvious to not notice, because every time you were in his line of vision, he was looking at you. They had hardly ever seen the two of you talk, but all they could hope for was all the best for their vice-captain— he was always looking at you with the sweetest gaze ever.

And for the first time ever, he was stepping forward

“Okay, take your time,” Izumida said.

“Hm? Oh, thanks,” Kuroda said, unaware of what Izumida had meant.

Oh, would he just end up just walking past you again? He wanted to talk to you, but what would he say? Immediately, he knew he would probably end up just watching you from afar, unable to say anything. He sighed at the thought of that.

But to his surprise, you turned to look at him. Okay, now what does he do? What does he say?

“Oh, Kuroda!” you said, taking your earbuds out. Gosh, he loved that about you. You were probably only going to talk for a bit, there was no reason for you to put them away. Yet, at the same time, he was somewhat surprised you knew his name— you were in the same class, of course you did. Maybe he was surprised to hear you say it, rather. “Are you off to practice now?”

“Oh, yes. I’m in the road racing club... which is probably obvious now,” he said, frantically. Gosh, he was making a fool of himself, you didn’t even ask! He was just so flustered, the words weren’t coming out right.

“Of course, I know!” you said. “How would I not know Mr. Vice-Captain of our school’s pride and joy road race team! Do you have a race soon?”

“I do. Quite soon actually... on Saturday,” he said, mind blank. He was just going to answer your questions now he wasn’t capable of much more, he realized.

“Saturday! I really shouldn’t hold you up then,” you said and he scolded himself for saying that. He would’ve rather talked to you for a little longer and practiced all through the night if he had to. “Where and when is it?”

“Just up the Hakone mountain,” he said, surprised. It’s one thing to ask where, but to ask when? He was going to start having some false hope. “In the morning, at around 9.”

“Would it be weird if I show up?” you asked, a little less energetic than before, almost as though you were afraid he’d tell you not to come.

“No, not at all,” he said, a little too quickly. “...Please do.”

Immediately, your face glowed up the way he loved to see it. He could not believe you were talking to him right now.

“Then, I will definitely be there,” you said. “I’ll let you go for real now, I want to see you win that race.”

“Oh, crap, I forgot my water I’ll need to go back to get it. I’ll see you,” he said. “Thank you.”

“See you!” you said and walked off, putting your earbuds back in.

He didn’t lie, he only had one bottle when he usually carried two, but usually he’d just go on and buy something at a vending machine. However, he knew his ears were red and the last thing he wanted was for you to see. He walked back in and no one questioned how quickly he was back, (because they were all watching) which he found weird, but that was the least of his worries.

“How did it go?” Izumida asked. 

“Oh, I haven’t gone yet,” Kuroda said. “I realized I forgot a water bottle.”

“No, not that,” Izumida said, finally tired of playing dumb.

“What?” he asked, then looked around and saw that quite a few more people were looking at him, eagerly waiting for him to go on. “Were you all watching??” He felt even more embarrassed than before if that was possible. 

“(L/n)’s coming... on Saturday,” he said quietly, covering his face with his hand, hoping they wouldn’t see how red it was. 

“Oh, you really have to win now~” Manami said, and that made Kuroda smile.

“Yeah, I really do.”

[meltemakcol]

“  trust  me  ,  you  don’t  wanna  make  me  your  enemy  “ / @dogslosing

[tddyhyck]

thinking about ex!haechan who was too scared to admit how much he fully loved you bc he’s scared of commitment and he’s is also the guitarist in your band and you’re forced to constantly work together on new music and he has to record songs you’ve written about your relationship and then perform them live with you and your voice haunts him forever as the best thing he ever fucked up and he will never get to have you the way you offered yourself to him because he couldn’t do the same for you now he watches you write songs about new people and new relationships and he’s too busy fucking groupies and can’t get you out of his head you’re quite literally luring him to his death with your voice like a siren and he doesn’t know that you are doing it on purpose trying to make him feel guilty for all that could have been

[weirfq1]

lowkey obsessed with the idea of ámbar being so impressed with ana and now actually so self-aware of all the legal issues she might come face-to-face with in the future (since she wants to keep managing the jam & roller and maybe expand it by making it a chain) that she decides that she wants to follow her footsteps and become a lawyer, while nina becomes so popular as felicityfornow that the fab&chic asks her for help (at first with small stuff like captions for their posts and maybe an interview) but after that they decide to "get some free clout out of her" by analysing felicity's style or something similar (since nobody ever saw felicity in the flesh, except for them [kinda] since they interviewed her on a videocall) and people become so obsessed with it that they try to convince felicity to write an become part of the fab&chic (while still doing things that align with her work tho) as a way to collaborate.

Since she doesn't feel like "she's good with fashion or anything adjacent to it" she tries to kindly rejects the idea but they don't give up and it kinda escalate to the point in which she only agrees to get over with it.

The only alteration is that she can and has to decide what she wants to do for this collaboration and they can reject her ideas until they agree on something together but they can't force her to do anything, they agree and she chooses to write an article (i haven't yet decided on what specifically)

Nina does what she does best. Uses the informations she knows through her own lectures, researches and also tries to remember all of jim and yam's and her mother's ramblings about sewing (which is something she's not that bad at, even tho she doesn't actively uses this skill or make any clother, just small repairs when she needs to) and just uses her words to talk about it openly and honestly with her own point of view.

And it fucking works.

It works way too well.

Fab&Chic's fans loves it and keep sharing it, it becomes so viral that she actually has now a small spot on their blog for her articles.

A few months later other media outlets about mode and fashion reach out (both to her and the fab&chic) to ask for an appointment to talk about hypothetical collaboration, send some products for them to try and review or to congratulate her for her "debut" in the fashion world.

1 year and a half/2 years later she's suddently not only a writer and a poet but a rookie fashion editor on the side (at least for her, because it doesn't matter how much she loves and enjoys being a fashion critic, writing in general will always be her first love)

[pr4yerp0sition]

KYOTO TECH'S MOST OKAY MANAGER: Isamu 'Bulletproof Heart' Järvinen. Grade Two sorcerer, devoted to the job, devoted to his friends, survived the Culling Games && didn't even get a domain expansion

[flowercrowngods]

I had this one saved in my notes but I know you'll be able to do more with it than I can 🤍

I know it feels like the world's going to end but I'll get you through even if it's the last thing I do

thank you aj, i hope this is fine, mwah! 🤍

“I know it feels like the world's going to end but I'll get you through even if it's the last thing I do.”

His only reply is the steady beep—beep—beep of the heart monitor, Max’s hand as cold in his as always, the heaviness of his promise not enough to make her fingers twitch yet. Still he squeezes her hand as gently as he can on the off-chance that she’s aware in there, on the off-chance that the only reason El can’t find her is because she’s looking too far away — and that Max is right here with them.

Steve sniffles and wipes at his eyes with his free hand, pinching the bridge of his nose in a valiant attempt at keeping calm about what they’re about to do — because they’re gonna get her back, he and El; they have a plan now.

Behind him, Hopper’s voice is blessedly steady as he asks, “Ready?”

“Ready,” Steve and El say in unison as she takes his free hand with a determined expression.

send me an ask with the first sentence of a fic and i’ll write the next five 🌷 continuation welcome

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 16: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should offer to help the travelers with their broken wagon.....

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After much internal deliberation (and some zoning out staring at butterflies), The Adventurer decides it would be best to offer his assistance. Technically, he IS still following his goal of not getting distracted, because theoretically it would make his journey much faster if he were able to catch a ride on a carriage. So really, this is all an ultimate big brain genius strategy for maximizing efficient travel.. Or, at least that sounds like a good enough justification to him.

Gathering up all of his social courage, he approaches one of the travelers fiddling with a broken wheel near the far end of the carriage and meekly asks if there's anything he could do to help.

The man was so focused on his task, he seems initially startled to look up and find someone near him. "OH..! Oh, uhh.. help? With the wagon?", he smiles pleasantly, gesturing towards a few wooden boards that are just out of his reach, "Sure, kid. If you could just hand me th-"

"Apologies, but we actually won't be needing your assistance, stranger." A taller man, surprisingly almost matching the stature of the Adventurer, suddenly slinks out from somewhere behind the carriage, sternly placing himself like a barrier in front of the man working on the wheel. Wheel Guy nervously averts his eyes, making himself smaller, silently resuming his work.

The Adventurer tries his best to maintain composure against the weight of the tall man's bitter gaze, but can't seem to muster much of a response "Aeughh,,, uh… b-but, h- Bu--HHHh,,?.."

"Look, disregard whatever my father told you, he's old, never has any clue what he's talking about. It'd be best for you to simply move along." ('Father'? They don't look alike at all, and seem to be nearly the same age..)

"W-well.. he.. he didn't really tell me anything, I me-hhH,,.. I mean, I literally just got here, s-so...."

"Good. Even more reason to be on your way."

Placing a gloved hand firmly on his shoulder, the tall man begins to motion the Adventurer away from the wagon, but a strange noise interrupts, echoing from inside. Perhaps some sort of animal sound? Or a person faintly yelling about something? Or… both?

"WH-wHggg… whAT was t-that???!!" The Adventurer immediately stops in place, pausing to listen as the tall man keeps trying to push him ahead.

"I didn't hear anything, stranger."

"No, t-there.. was dEFinitely, UHH, a-"

"Likely something in the forest."

"Wh--aah... d.. do you think it was an animal?"

The tall man continues a dramatic struggle to 'subtly' drag him further down the road, whilst the Adventurer mindlessly digs in his heels, too distracted to even notice he's being so strongly prompted to leave.

"Many animals do, indeed, exist within forests. This should not be suprising."

"...It's just.. ..eughh… s… so weird…"

"I assure you, it is not."

"I-it really sounded like.. like it came f-from insid-"

"Yes, from inside the forest. Now, please, if you would.."

The noise interrupts again. It's definitely someone, or something, in some sort of distress.. And definitely from inside of the cart.

"wHoAAGH, aa!!! T-tHat's NOT from the f-forest, that-"

The tall man fully just shoves him now, sending the Adventurer toppling across the dirt, clumsily rolling and landing just past the other side of the carriage. A mother and young child who seem to be part of the traveling group simply stare down at him with empty blank gazes, wholly unconcerned about helping him up.

As the Adventurer fumbles back to his feet (still confused as to why he was even pushed in the first place), the tall man looms by the carriage, diligently watching to ensure that he leaves.

"Travel safe, stranger."

Despite his initial obliviousness, the Adventurer begins to piece the situation together as he stares back at the man, now fully convinced something suspicious might be going on...

…What should he do next??

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[seiwas]

for writing game, iwaizumi + assistance <3

hope this sparks some inspo and thank you in advancee

hi there!! thanks for sending in a prompt 🫶

contains: friends to lovers (ish), halloween parties, reader is dressed as catwoman, expletives, iwaizumi is thiiiiis 🤏 close to murdering seijoh4 (jk)

iwaizumi + assistance

this is a set-up.

iwaizumi knows he shouldn't have fucking believed anything the boys "promised" him back when they assigned him this costume.

the suit is fucking tight, spandex digging into his groins and all other crevices that definitely should be aired out after after a few hours. he's had to constantly readjust his stance almost every few minutes, the black fabric compressing his thighs and torso, significantly constricting the range of motion his shoulders and arms are typically used to. if anything else, it could double up as a back brace from how rigidly straight it's kept his posture all night.

he'll give it to makki though; he did outdo himself sourcing this year's costumes―this batman set looks pretty damn legit.

except for one tiny problem.

there's no fucking pee hole. it's a zip-up, zip-down one-piece situation. and that normally wouldn't be a problem, except that oikawa "accidentally" knocked over a cocktail straight into his pants, the sickeningly sweet liquid now seeping straight into the fabric and past his boxers―cold and sticky as it touches his skin.

and so, the problem: his pants are wet, it makes him want to fucking pee, and coincidentally, the only vacant bathroom is across the hall, at your apartment.

this is why he believes this is a set up. that, and the fact that you're dressed in an outfit strikingly similar―just with cat ears.

he's been asked five times in this party if you're in matching couple outfits.

it catches him off guard, flusters him because of how badly he wants to say yes. but, you're just friends, and he doesn't even think you like him that way (despite mattsun and oikawa practically begging him to confess. makki tells him he thinks you're going to do it first).

so he politely smiles and says no, but you look good, your costume clinging to you in all the right places. thank fucking god he has a cape because he's pretty sure he spent the first 30 minutes in the party hiding his boner.

"hajime, it's fine, i swear," you stand beside him in front of the conveniently locked bathroom in oikawa's apartment. from the other side of the door, he's pretty sure he hears mattsun and his girlfriend mumbling. maybe fucking? who knows. "you can just use the bathroom in my apartment."

he glances at you before closing his eyes, contemplating, before finally agreeing to you.

"okay."

if he's being honest with himself, friends is definitely an incomplete label to what you are. as oikawa's neighbor, you are conveniently around all the time; and oikawa being oikawa, the ever-social butterfly, he's somehow managed to carve a space for you in the friend group.

(never mind the fact that oikawa's sniffed him out from the moment he first introduced you.)

you were a crush, then a friend, and now you're someone he picks up from work and drives back home three times a week, because he "has to train oikawa." you don't question it, even when you both know he stays over for dinner way past the gym's open hours.

"you know where it is," you open your apartment and urge him in.

"sorry again," he turns to face you.

"yeah, yeah, just pee!" you laugh, shoving him towards the bathroom door.

getting out of the suit is manageable, and he's able to wipe off a bit of the cocktail that's leaked to the suit and his boxers just to make sure it isn't gross and sticky when he gets home later. peeing is a big relief once he gets it over with, but it's when he has to suit up again that things become difficult.

stretching out the spandex one body part at a time is a workout in itself―the hardest task being when he has to pull it over his shoulders, adjusting it to fit properly over his arms and chest.

but then the zipper breaks.

and he truly thinks makki has fucked him over.

iwaizumi contemplates what to do next for a good, good while. he tries calling oikawa, only to no success every time; no way in hell is he calling mattsun in the middle of having sex. and calling makki isn't even an option; he'd never hear the end of it.

then you knock on the door, your voice soft and concerned as you ask, "hajime? you good in there?" you hit it spot on, too, "do you need help with your suit?"

iwaizumi presses his palms to his eyes. he's a rational man, straightforward and logical in thinking. there is literally no other option for him right now but to ask help from you. again.

fuck.

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it's 30 minutes later when oikawa barges in your door, and the sight that greets him is iwaizumi in nothing but a hoodie (the hoodie you borrowed some time ago) and his boxers, with his hands on your waist as you hover your hairdryer over the crotch of his batman costume―cat headpiece off and all.

"you finally got together?!"

[euphoriaslux]

one hundred followers ??????????

thank you all big big smooches from me

thank you for reading and liking and interacting and leaving the funniest tags in your reblogs i’ve read through every single one i ❤️ you ALL

vincent fic is EDITED and i hate it but it will be posted soon

i’ve written about 6k words of the “twos a party” sequel, shooting for next week if my brain would like to collaborate

and working on a patrick x reader fic because my brain is made of MUSH 😛

gonna work on a masterlist/ about me section soon

just feeling so incredibly grateful that people like what i write <3

[sirspazingtonthefourth]

Skylight: Prologue

480 words Hawks and an OC (Not Romantic!) Fluff with some angst, Found family sort of Content Warnings: Cursing, isolation, mentions of abuse, blood-letting, let me know if I missed any

Hawks crashes through a random roof during a fight with a villain, only to find that there's something in there that definitely shouldn't be.

AN: Had to edit the last few paragraphs after posting originally, since I realized I added a detail I didn't mean to that sort of throws off some of the oc characterization.

As days went, Hawks felt like his could be going far worse. Sure, some giant villain had just thrown him a good four blocks from the fight, sure he was crashing through some random civilians roof, and sure, a few of his feathers were shed, fluttering somewhere into the darkness of the attic he was now laying in. But hey! None of his bones were broken. He wasn’t concussed, by some miracle. And the few cuts and scrapes he got from the roof were minor, treatable with some disinfectant and a bandage.

He hauled himself to his feet, ignoring the smashed wood as he called most of his feathers back to his wings. A few were trapped under the wood, and he didn’t have time to put in more effort to get them out. He’d come back for them later, probably when he explained to the owner of the house what exactly had happened. His agency had an entire account set aside for helping repair damage to civilian property, as was standard, and a roof patch wasn’t that big a deal anyway.

He pushed all that aside as he took off through the him sized hole in the ceiling, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake as his wings beat, pulling him into the air and taking him back towards the fight. It would be over quickly once he arrived, and he was already planning the quickest, least damaging way to take the villain down, letting his lost feathers slip to the back of his mind.

The attic stood seemingly empty, shadows seeming all the darker for the beam of light that now shone down onto the old wood. The dust slowly settled to the ground, and the faint sounds of battle could be missed, if one didn’t pay close attention.

A shape moved in the darkness. It was silent, stalking closer to the light but not daring to leave the shadows. It squinted in the new brightness, eyes unused to the light after so long in darkness. It looked at the smashed wood, the circle of light landing like a halo on one bright red feather, discarded for the time being. The thing crept closer, daring to creep into the light enough to snatch the colorful thing, before scuttling on silent feet back into the shadows to admire its prize.

Movement caught the thing’s attention, something small dropping from the hole in the roof. It glared, light stinging its eyes as it stared at this new thing, a much smaller creature with a beak, barely the size of a fist. It hopped into the attic, staring at the creature that sat so very still. The small creature hopped closer, flapping wings covered in the same soft things the creature in the attic held, though much smaller, and opening and closing its little beak. The creature slowly reached its hand towards the smaller, softer, hopping creature.

[jacklyn-flynn]

I've finally decided it's time to give Varric a little love! He doesn't get as much as he deserves...

“It was inevitable that I would fall in love with you, but damn if I didn’t fight it. I knew it before that night in the Hanged Man when you tried to tell me you fell in love with me too."

More under the cut!

"I’ve thought about that night every day for two fucking years. You tried to open up to me and I slammed the door in your face like you were some door-to-door shoe salesman. Because I thought you only got one chance at finding a soulmate and I didn’t want you to waste yours on me.” Looking back down at her, he was relieved to see she was still out cold. Or was that disappointment he felt?

“You almost died. You could still d-” he choked on the word. Varric swallowed hard and took a deep, steadying breath. “I know I hurt you. We weren’t the same for a while after that. After I broke your heart and acted like I didn't fucking know it. But we found our way back to how we used to be. So much so that I don’t know if you still love me or if you got over me like I wanted you to." He snorted and gave a half-hearted laugh. "There's a kick in the nuts I'd deserve. But, just in case this all goes tits up, I needed to say it. Out loud. While I still could."