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theepisceswriter · 4 years ago

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Can I request a fic of Connie Springer and a black female reader? The idea I had is that the reader was almost killed during a mission, so Connie makes passionate love to her. So nsfw lol

YEARNING FOR YOUR TOUCH

TW: mature things obviously, mentions of death, a lot of angst in the beginning, typos probably because I didn’t proofread, 18+, MINORS DNI

WC: 2.5k

Connie’s whole body had been numb with shock for the last hour. He couldn’t even recall the last time he had moved his body an inch out of its original position since sitting down in the empty room nor could he even remember the last time his eyelids drooped down to blink. He couldn’t let them out of fear that the action would allow the tears accumulating in the back of his mind to fall the moment his eyelashes lifted from his cheeks and crying would only bring the whole reality of this situation clashing down on to him at once. Forcing him to accept the fact that you were indeed gone; that he couldn’t twirl your tight knit curls around his fingers to fall asleep like he always did when laying next to you in bed or see the sparkling glimmer of sunlight against your rich brown skin whenever you traded in your scout uniform for regular clothes, always eager to compliment you on how you looked like the gods had personally come down and kissed your skin. His whole body ached terribly for yours, for the warmth of your body heat and the sweet smell of oils and hair products that infiltrated his nostrils whenever he pulled you in for a hug.

The thought of him never being able to do that again, when he did so everyday, wasn’t clicking in his head and his darling dearest being gone off the face of this earth never will sit right with him.

His memories of hours ago were still one big blur in his head because honestly, a big part of him didn’t want to remember the dread he felt in those moments. All he remembers is debris and a thick coating of dust clouding his vision as he did his best to search for you, passing other scouts stuck under large chunks of debris being moved by other team members hoping you weren’t in the same predicament as them. That hope was diminished greatly when he finally met up with the main team after not being able to find you on his own. He expected to see you standing there right alongside Jean, leaned up against him cracking a couple of jokes to ease the pain that always came post-battle, but the sunken expression his comrade wore on his features made his heart drop to his stomach alone.

“We couldn’t find her, Connie. We looked everywhere for y/n, but she most likely was covered completely by some large pieces of debris...Sorry Connie.”

Maybe they had Levi be the one to tell him because of his always monotonous tone, neither dreadful or happy, thinking the delivery would hurt him less, but each word still sent a painful dagger through his heart that left his chest burning with an indescribable pain. He couldn’t understand why things like this kept happening to him and even if he got an answer from the gods above themselves, none of this still wouldn’t make any sense. Especially not them taking you away from him. His one and only, his reason for fighting as hard as he did, his motivation; his everything. He wouldn’t even be able to give you the proper burial that you deserved, how was he going to recover from this?

It wasn’t even the sound of the door creaking open that brought him out of his sorrow thoughts, but the artificial light that peeked through that finally brought him to his senses. He wasn’t in the mood to socialize with anyone right now nor did he have time for their pity checkups on him. There was no telling what direction his emotions might go in if they kept prodding at him, so he was quick to open up his mouth to give whoever was at the door a verbal warning:

“Get lost. I’m not in the fucking mood to be dealing with anyone and their bullshit right now.” He harshly spat out, not even caring who it was that he was speaking these words to. Surely they would understand and he would apologize eventually when he got a hold of his emotions.

“I never knew you had such a potty mouth on you, Connie.”

It couldn’t be. This wasn’t possible. He had to have been hallucinating the sound of your voice, his grief playing some sick trick on his mind. He couldn’t even turn around to confirm if it was you or not, frozen in place with a variety of feelings overriding his system. He had been through so much in the last couple of hours, this had to be some trauma defense mechanism his brain was creating to protect him from the reality of all of this, right?

But it was the soft touch of your hand on his shoulder, a warmth and familiarity he’d recognize from anywhere, that brings him out of his state of denial. There are no words exchanged between you two when he turns around, brown eyes wide with an emotion you couldn’t quite read as his arms pulled you in for a tight embrace. His lips leaving kisses all over the bed of curls that covered the top of your head that he was reminiscing about only moments ago before he’s placing his lips on yours. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be right now.

“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.” Is the only phrase that leaves his lips continuously as he takes you in, your form, your scent, your whole being. It’s when he pulls away that he notices the streak of tears that wets your cheeks, thumb coming up to caress your cheek and wipe them away.

“Don’t cry, y/n. You’re going to make me cry.” He whispers in a barely audible voice with a chuckle, doing his best to still hold back his tears that he had been holding back since earlier.

“I love you.” You manage to muster up through ragged breaths like the two of you were back in scout training as teenagers with growing pains and it was the first time you were saying it to him.

“I love you way more than you’ll ever know.” He replies in an instant, letting the lips that hovered over yours finally make contact for a kiss that was a lot more passionate than the first. He wastes no time in letting his tongue lace together with yours letting you know exactly what direction this was going to go the moment you felt his chilled hands on your back working to remove the intricate design of the scout’s uniform off of your body. He’d ask questions on how you escaped an untimely death later, right now all he wanted was you and the warmth of your skin against his. He craved everything about you and he was about to fulfill that craving.

In no time he had the black fabric falling down and exposing your bare shoulders and before he moved you to the janky bed placed in the middle of the room you kicked the door you had entered through closed with the heel of your foot.

“You have no idea how scared I was that I was going to lose you, y/n.” Connie spoke up as he pushed you down onto the flimsy mattress of the bed, hands hurrying to remove the fabric that was keeping him from seeing your body in all of its glory. And once he finally did get it off, discarding the uniform to some random corner of the room, he couldn’t help but do a double take, eyes lingering on each part of your body like your undergarments still weren’t on and like this was the first time he was ever seeing your body at all. Like the two of you hadn’t fooled around in the showers in the living quarters only two days ago, but considering all the two of you had been through, two days ago felt like 2 years ago.

“I’ll never leave your side again, Connie. You’ll never have to worry about me again I can pro-”

“I think I’d miss your soft breasts the most.” The feeling of the buzzcut comrade’s warm mouth engulfing your brown areolas and gently flicking his tongue over the hardening bud that was your nipple cut your sentence off prematurely, not even noticing that he had pulled your undershirt down to the point where both of your breasts were exposed and spilling over the top. With a plop he pulled away and gave the next nipple the same treatment, tongue swirling over it in a way that turned the butterflies in your stomach into moths. It didn’t take long at all for him to pull away from them completely and begin to trail kisses down your stomach.

“I always did like rubbing your stomach and tracing over your stretch marks too. I go crazy everytime I see them peek through whenever you reach up to grab something high.” Compliment after compliment was mumbled into your soft brown skin. His hands moved to your thighs to spread them open, softly kneading at the thick flesh while profanities slipped from underneath his breath in amazement. There wasn’t a body on this earth that compared to yours in his eyes. Even as he was dying to place his head in between your thighs and bury his face in your pussy while he devoured it like it was his last meal, he decided to take his sweet time to make this experience more sensual and passionate with a side of pain for the both of you as he drug this out.

“Connie, please.” You whimpered out in an attempt to get him moving. “I need you so bad right now.”

Little kisses were littered from you ankles up to the inside of your thighs until finally he spread them apart with his hands. Just the sight alone of your pussy dripping with arousal all because of him could get him off alone.

“God, you’re soaking wet just for me baby, hm? Of course you are, you in all of your entirety belong to me.” Nimble fingers dig into your folds to collect your slick, travelling it back up to your clit and working it in with his index and middle fingers with clockwork motions. Enjoying the way you squirm underneath him. He gave you no warning at all before he was removing those two fingers from your clit only to plunge them inside your hole while his mouth immediately went to your protruding clit, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud fast enough to accumulate some spit that made the process to your orgasm all the more messier just how he liked. His face flushed against your aching clit that was practically welcoming him back home, your hips bucking up and grinding up into his face for added pleasure that left you a whimpering splayed out mess against the sheets of the bed. His fingers moved in a fast curled motion that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and with the mixed pleasure of his tongue and spit abusing your poor clit, it wasn’t long at all before you were gushing all over his fingers and mouth.

“Oh fuck, Connie!” You yelled out at the height of your orgasm, him only humming in response against you as he picked up his movements to help you ride out the much needed orgasm.

“I don't know what I would do without the taste of your sweet pussy in my mouth, I never tasted anything better.” He continued on with his compliments as he pulled away from your cunt, face glistening with your orgasm and your juices dripping down his chin, but he didn’t mind at all and the image was surely going to be added to your spank bank for future references.

“What else do you want, baby girl?” Connie asks as he positions himself so he’s now hoovering over you, fingers gently stroking your oversensitive clit as he awaits your answer.

“You. I want all of you.” You reply even though there was no need for a verbal reply because the moment the question left his lips you were already helping him out of his uniform as quickly as possibly. As soon as it was off of him he repositioned himself between your legs, thick erect cock in his hand as he guided it to your already slick hole, teasingly rubbing his tip up and down your slit before entering you with ease due to your previous preparement. No matter how many times the two of you fooled around with one another, you were always shocked with just how full he always made you feel, like his cock was made specifically to fit inside of you and he’d agree completely if you ever told him this out loud.

Your arms wrap around his bare back to pull him down closer to you as he delivers gentle sensual thrusts into your cunt that has you feeling every inch and curve of him. Soft murmurs of ‘I love you’s leaving both of your lips in between broken moans. You’ve never felt so at home then how you’ve felt in this moment; your lover’s arms wrapped around your torso and vice versa as he made the sweetest love to you that had your toes curling against the thin sheets of the bed. No one worked your body as good as he did and this session proved just that, pants leaving your lips and your eyes rolling to the back of your head with each thrust. He was your heaven on earth.

“I’ll always protect you from now on.” He spoke up between pants as he sped up the movements of his hips, feeling the two of you rapidly begin to reach your orgasms yet again. It was the clenching of your walls around him and throbbing of his tip each time it grazed over your sweet spot that gave it away. He knew your orgasm was approaching fast, and he wanted to give you what you needed. Connie used one of his hands to slide between your bodies to rub fast circles on your clit. His gesture sent multiple jolts of pleasure through your core, helping you archive your second orgasm. Your grip on him tightened as you reached your peak, your pussy clamping down on him and you whispered his name through moans of pleasure.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me please, cum inside of me Connie.”

It was those words leaving your lips that egged him on and sped up the pace of his thrusting until his own orgasm snuck up on him and had his whole body shuddering against yours, thick long warm webs of cum shooting up inside of you. Immediately after achieving his high he broke down on your chest, all the tears and emotions he had been holding back all day finally coming into play.

“Please, please, please never leave me again y/n,” He sobbed out against your chest to the point where it began to dampen from tears. The arms he had around your torso tightening dearly around you as he held you close for comfort.

“I won’t ever leave you again. I promise.” You assured him as you ran your fingers through the short cut of his hair, holding him in your arms as you allowed him to get all those emotions out.

#i hope you enjoy babes!#I switched it up a little bit to make him think that reader did indeed die for a little bit #and yes I had to take a break and cry bc I kept using Sasha's death as a reference scene for this #Asks.#aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot smut #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan smut #connie springer x reader #connie springer smut #connie springer x black reader #anime x black reader #attack on titan x black reader #connie springer #attack on titan

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fucking-zawa-sensei · 6 years ago

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Turn on the Stars

Title:Turn on the Stars

WC: 3k+

Summary:

They had a routine.

Hizashi wasn’t quite sure when it started.

They’d never talked about it.

It was just one more thing that made Hizashi feel lucky, one more thing that made him look at Shouta and think the world doesn’t deserve you.

Notes:

This is a belated birthday fic for a dear friend @lisaveeee who is truly deserving of it. Lisa, you are an enormous delight, and I only wish I could bottle up all my love for you and somehow give it to you, show it to you, so you could see just how truly cherished you are. You are incredibly strong and funny and talented. You are always there for me when I need you. You listened to me when I was at my lowest and encouraged me to take chances. You have given me so many smiles and I hope that this fic is able to give you one as well! Happy Birthday, Lisa!

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Turn on the Stars

They had a routine.

Hizashi wasn’t quite sure when it started. He’s pretty sure it was back when they first decided to room together post graduation, before their separate crushes had been revealed through fumbled, messy confessions and their lives were filled with nothing more than sleepless nights and restless days spent repeatedly trying to make a name for themselves as new pros. In all honesty, age and experience hadn’t changed those habits much. They both still barely slept, were almost constantly overworked, but at least they’d managed to find the time and courage to add some jewelry to their fingers and a mortgage to their shared expenses.

Back then, in their early twenties, he’d barely paid attention to it. He simply knew that when all the caffeine had finally drained from his system, and the crash was coming faster than his heavy limbs could stand, Shouta was always easy to find. When he just couldn’t shoulder the thought of slipping into sleep when people were out there still getting attacked on the streets, when his hero agency had sent him home, telling him “if you really want to keep this internship, you also have to keep your head,” but all it did was remind him he still had so much to improve, Shouta was there.

Time after time, he’d knock at his roommate’s bedroom door and be greeted with a grunt of acknowledgment. He’d push it open and step inside, shucking his jacket and gear and glasses, and crawl up onto the bed. He’d find his place beside his friend, trying not to think about how the few inches between them were still too much for him to bear, and sink into the pillow. Without a single word exchanged, Shouta’s lips would part and he’d begin to read aloud from the book in his hands. They weren’t particularly entertaining stories. There was never any adventure, always some sort of practical book or something to do with history or science. To Hizashi, they were incredibly boring texts.

They made his mind feel numb.

That was exactly what he needed in those moments, as Shouta’s soft voice recited line after line until Hizashi’s eyelids fell shut and his body finally, finally got to rest.

At the time, he’d simply assumed Shouta read before bed every night.

When they’d finally started dating, and sharing a bed became customary, he’d realized this practice wasn’t for Shouta at all.

It had always been for him.

Even at thirty, Hizashi sometimes couldn’t manage to get his mind to shut off long enough for some proper sleep, and after fifteen years in each other’s company, Hizashi supposes he shouldn’t be so surprised that Shouta could practically read his thoughts. Still, it was a little incredible when his husband just knew, and without prompting, would pull out one of those old books, turn to wherever they’d left off, and begin to read to the quiet room until Hizashi’s light snores peppered in between all the spoken text.

They’d never talked about it.

It was just one more thing that made Hizashi feel lucky, one more thing that made him look at Shouta and think the world doesn’t deserve you.

This week had been running them both thin, and Hizashi was beginning to feel that familiar itch, that constant static at the back of his mind that said, here comes another sleepless night. He knew Shouta would be digging around for some history book tonight, was almost planning on it, that is, until he entered the staff room and saw his husband’s head tucked into his arms, face down on his desk.

He shot a side glance at Midnight, but she wasn’t paying attention either, her own eyes closed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. It had been a difficult year, villain attack after villain attack, both inside and outside school grounds. The dorms, which each teacher took shifts supervising, were eating into personal time, as was the increasing criminal activity in every sector of the city. There had been a big practical exam for the first year hero courses today, most of the teachers involved in one way or another. Hizashi had gotten out of it due to the third years’ English final prep course he’d had to develop on the fly last week when it became all too clear some of the young U.A. graduates weren’t going to look very good on paper with their current test scores. Principle Nezu had not been pleased. They couldn’t very well call themselves the best school if their students were all flunking out.

Hizashi gives the staff room a once over. Practically every teacher in the room looked like they hadn’t seen sunlight or a proper meal in a year.

They all needed a break.

As he makes his way over to his husband, and his own desk beside the hunched over man, he knows there’s nothing he can do to help everyone in the room, but certainly, he could do something for Shouta.

Hizashi reaches a hand out, trailing a finger over Shouta’s shoulders, causing the other man to shiver. He sits down in his seat and that messy head of black hair starts to move, shifting until he sees Shouta’s tired eyes, a little more pink than usual, staring at him from between the loose strands. Hizashi brushes them away gently, Shouta’s eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he does so. Their marital status was no secret, though they certainly didn’t flaunt it, in the same way their coworkers didn’t get more than a peck on the lips from their partners when they came to drop something off or pick them up for lunch on occasion.

Shouta sighs when Hizashi pulls his hand back.

He opens his mouth and Shouta’s gaze shifts to it. He almost asks, long day? It’s incredibly obvious it had been, so he thinks better of it, going instead with, “Just a little bit longer and we’re out here of here, babe.” He whispers the words, leaning in close.

Shouta’s eyelids slowly fall closed.

“I finished grading,” he mumbles out.

“Oh wow, good job!” Hizashi exclaims, genuinely surprised. His own work had been piling up relentlessly.

“Mhm…” Shouta hums. “Let me know when you’re done and we can go.”

Hizashi tilts his head, frowning in question. As if sensing the minute shifting of air around the blond’s body, Shouta answers without prompting, “I shifted some assignments around. Figured we could both use a break tonight.”

Hizashi’s frown deepens.

Of course Shouta was already twelve steps ahead of him. The other man probably ordered takeout and had a movie picked out for later too.

Pouting, Hizashi opens his desk drawer to bring out the grading he hadn’t finished yesterday. He sets the heavy folder down and flips it open. Shouta shuffles next to him and he turns to see his husband burrowing into his arms, getting a little comfier, settling in.

Hizashi looks back down at the tests.

Gritting his teeth, he shuts the folder and pushes out of his chair.

Shouta’s head lifts up immediately, an eyebrow raised when he turns to look at Hizashi.

“I’m ready, let’s go.”

“What? I thought you had more to do,” Shouta asks, looking down at the large stack of papers.

“It can wait.”

“Can it?”

Hizashi bites the inside of his cheek.

The kids were already failing, right? What was one more day not knowing if they improved on the last test?

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine!” he answers, smacking on a grin and waving it off. “Come on! Let’s go before we both end up falling asleep here.”

Shouta looks like he very much doubts Hizashi’s answer, and rightfully so, but the scruff on his chin that is bordering on a light beard at this point, and the darker bags under his eyes, both win out over his desire to insist Hizashi complete his duties. The other man slowly rises, and Hizashi doesn’t miss the way his hand shakes a bit in the air before it meets the back of his chair when he pushes himself up.

He’s more exhausted than I thought, Hizashi frowns, watching carefully at how Shouta’s body bends to reach his bag. When the erasure hero turns back around, he makes sure a private, gentle smile is waiting for his husband.

Shouta returns it easily, despite his spent energy.

“Come on,” Hizashi says, tugging at his sleeve.

They tell their coworkers goodnight, wishing them luck on their various arduous tasks, and head home. They get a quick dinner from Lunch Rush in the cafeteria, neither really feeling like waiting for food or making their own, Shouta having not ordered takeout after all. Shouta sleeps against the passenger side mirror, letting out little grunts and mumbles every time the car stops and starts at stop lights and stop signs. It makes Hizashi wish they lived in a more rural area, so he could just let Shouta get some proper rest.

It’s alright, though, he has plans for that.

It was Shouta’s turn to be doted on, to be cared for. Hizashi did his best to keep his husband happy and healthy, but their work lives didn’t always leave a lot of room for extra indulgences. So they made time for them. They carved out spaces in their lives for one another even when time and responsibility fought them at every turn.

Because that’s what you do when you love someone.

Hizashi looks over at Shouta’s sagged frame, snoring quietly, and reaches out a hand, placing it on his husband’s leg for a moment, just above the knee, to stroke his thumb in a soothing circle.

That’s what you do, what Shouta had always done for him.

It was his turn.

When they get home, Hizashi jostles the other man awake and they make their way inside. They don’t say much, both going to the bedroom to get dressed down and wash off the day’s grime. Sometimes that was nothing more than a quick rinse to get off all the germs that seemed to follow teenagers around, and other times it was a more involved process, like when Shouta plans a demonstration for the hero course involving the faculty.

Thankfully, today was a fairly easy day for Hizashi, having missed the hero course activities, but while he was combing out his hair, Shouta let him know he’d be taking a longer bath tonight. Whether that was for sore joints, a few punches from one of the students he hadn’t quite been able to dodge, or just a desperate need for relaxation, Hizashi didn’t know.

When he’d gotten all the hairspray and gel out, though, he slipped into the tub with Shouta and rattled on about nothing, just to fill the silence, to see the way Shouta’s lips perked up with a delicate smile when Hizashi told him about some prank his intern had tried to pull this week.

The bath seems to seep some of the rigidness from Shouta’s body and Hizashi is happy to run his hands, draped in one of their puffy towels, over those scarred shoulders and have a content sigh fall from Shouta’s lips this time. When he moves the cloth away, he briefly kisses Shouta’s upper back, peeking out from behind his damp hair to stare at his husband’s eyes in the reflection of their mirror. Shouta’s upper cheeks are flushed from the warm bath water, his eyes drooping, blinking a little more than usual. It’s obvious he’s already on the verge of sleep.

Hizashi ushers him along into the bedroom and pulls out some comfy sweatpants for both of them. When Hizashi turns around, stretching his arms out above his head and popping his back, he sees Shouta reaching for one of the many books tucked away in the cubby beneath his nightstand.

Before the other man can take a seat on the bed, he says, “Wait!”

Shouta jumps a bit and turns to look at Hizashi, who is covering his mouth with his hands, realizing he’d sounded more frantic than what he’d intended.

“S-sorry,” he laughs out, lowering his hands. Shouta raises a brow, but otherwise doesn’t comment. “Can you...can you uh...go make us a snack?”

Shouta looks at the clock. It’s already past 9 PM.

“Just something little, you know? Maybe some tea? Something sweet?” Hizashi asks, tilting his chin down and jutting out his bottom lip.

Shouta relents, setting the book on the bed. “I think we might have some frozen mochi. Is that good enough?”

Hizashi smiles and nods, throwing his arms open in an arc, requesting a hug, which Shouta easily slips into. He’s pleased when he feels the other man’s scruff drag against his cheek before a kiss is placed there.

Shouta backs away and heads for the door and Hizashi waits only a few moments before jumping into action. He knows he doesn’t have much time. As quietly as possible, he walks out of the room and ducks into the guest room next door, pulling the many decorative pillows and large comforter off the bed. He drags the items back to their room, pausing briefly, a smaller pillow corner in his mouth, arms already stuffed full of the others, when he hears Shouta call out.

“Strawberry or green tea mochi?”

“Hm-een Te-mm.”

“What?” the voice gets louder and Hizashi panics, opening his mouth and letting the pillow drop.

“Green tea!” he shouts quickly.

The floor creaks around the corner and then he hears Shouta moving away.

“Okay.”

“Thanks, baby!”

Hizashi kicks the dropped pillow into their room and shuffles in with the rest, making sure to close the door behind him without making too much noise. Looking at his pile, though, he realizes he isn’t going to have enough time.

He opens the door and shouts, “Can you use the kettle to heat up the water? I think it tastes better than the microwave!”

He hears a grunt from the kitchen, probably Shouta rolling his eyes, but no further complaints. He takes this as an affirmative and quickly gets to work, pulling harshly at the edge of their comforter to free it from where it is tucked into the bottom of the bed.

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Shouta barely manages to save the mochi before it falls to the ground, the plate he’d had resting on his forearm, two mugs in his hands, tipping precariously. He’s lucky he is standing by the counter, the soft little green desserts rolling onto the clean surface rather than the floor. He sets the mugs down and gathers them back onto the plate. Assessing the situation, and deciding he doesn’t particularly want to try holding two mugs of boiling hot tea in one hand and risk burns on an already stressful day, he rummages around in their cabinets until he finds the tray Hizashi had used a few anniversaries ago when he’d made Shouta breakfast in bed.

Speaking of, he hears a creak from their bedroom again.

He’s not sure what Hizashi is up to in there, the tea and desserts were an obvious excuse from the moment the words left the blond’s sheepish mouth, but Shouta was willing to play along. He wanted to see what Hizashi thought he was being so clever about. So he took his time making the drinks, letting the tea steep. He hadn’t even been considering using the microwave when Hizashi had insisted he didn’t.

Now, about twenty minutes have passed and he’s officially about of reasons to hang out in the kitchen.

He sets everything on the tray and starts slowly toward their bedroom, hoping he’d bought his husband enough time for whatever he had planned.

“Hizashi,” he says, raising his voice to be heard over the shuffling just beyond the door. “Let me in, my hands are full.”

“Just a sec!”

Shouta lets out a soft sigh and smiles down at the mochi. While he gravitated towards small, quiet displays of affection, Hizashi was one for large, impossible to miss ones. Shouta quite enjoyed their different styles of love.

He wouldn’t have married the man if he didn’t.

He waits patiently outside until the knob jostles and Hizashi’s face pokes out around the door. His face is a little pink, as if he’d been working hard, and more questions start popping up in Shouta’s mind.

“I uh...I thought we could do something a little different tonight,” Hizashi says.

With that, he steps away and pulls the door open, moving to the side to present the room to Shouta.

What he sees makes his eyes go wide and his mouth pop open.

Hizashi had always made the most of every minute, but this was unbelievable. In the brief moments Shouta had given him while preparing their snack in the kitchen, the blond had miraculously transformed their bedroom.

From the foot of the bed, Hizashi had draped several blankets over their desk chair, the computer chair from the office, a hamper, and what appeared to be one of the nightstands. The blankets were parted at the front. Inside were piles and piles of pillows, every single one from their bed, and all the little textured and patterned ones of every shape and size from the guest room next door.

The large, comfy looking pillow fort was not the most impressive part.

It was the thousands of sparkling, beautiful stars twirling over every inch of the hideaway and sneaking out from the cracks in the blankets to fill the surrounding walls and ceiling of their darkened room.

It was the well-used, dog eared, cracked binding copy of the History of Tool Crafting he’d read to Hizashi nearly every week when they’d first moved in together, sitting open to where he’d last left off among the pillows.

Shouta feels the tray in his hands shift and tears his eyes away from the twinkling scene to look down and see Hizashi’s hands gently sliding the food from his grasp. His gaze shifts up to his husband’s face, now covered in stars too, eyes brighter than he’d ever seen them, two little curved crescents as Hizashi beams at him.

Just like that, as Hizashi takes the burden from between his fingers the same way he takes so much else, the weight of the week is lifted.

“Zashi…”

“Hmm?” Hizashi questions as he brings the tray over to the fort and sets it inside. The mugs clink a bit, but otherwise nothing spills.

Shouta watches as his husband crawls in as well, settling among the pillows, picking up the book to pat the space next to him. On any other day, he might roll his eyes, tell Hizashi this is so unnecessary, put up some sort of grumpy fight just to concede and admit he loves it.

Tonight, though, it’s perfect.

It’s exactly what he needs.

It’s a tremendous gesture that has Shouta’s heart skipping happily in his chest.

He closes the bedroom, making the room a little darker, the stars a little brighter, and crouches down to slip beneath the blanket roof. He lies down beside Hizashi, careful not to hit the tray of food, and wriggles around until he’s comfortable, settling in and wrapping an arm around Hizashi’s shoulder, pulling the blond close against his side. Hizashi’s warmth feels wonderful against him, some part of his brain already beginning to clock out, thinking, you’re safe, you’re home.

He takes the book from Hizashi’s lap and opens it with the hand not slowly stroking its fingers up and down Hizashi’s waist. He leans into the other man and feels the blond snuggle in closer, turning onto his side a bit and throwing a leg over one of Shouta’s. Hizashi slips one of his arms behind the small of Shouta’s back and the other over his front, rubbing slowly over Shouta’s belly with his thumb. Every miniscule movement is relaxing, soothing, and after all the years of bringing out this book to calm Hizashi’s racing mind, to lull his lover to a proper rest, he thinks he might be the one dozing off a few minutes in this time.

Shouta turns to where they’d last left off, but pauses before he begins reading. Looking over at Hizashi and then leaning in to kiss his temple.

The blond smiles up at him.

“This is amazing, Zashi. Thank you.”

“Anytime, baby,” Hizashi says, then pushes up a bit to reach Shouta’s lips, pressing them together gently. When he pulls away, he whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Shouta answers.

Hizashi shifts positions, sitting up slightly and causing Shouta to sink lower against his side. He rests his head on the blond’s shoulder and feels the weight of Hizashi’s fall gently atop his. Finally, he looks down at the text on the page, it taking a few minutes to focus, his vision already getting blurry around the edges.

Yeah, he wasn’t going to last too long.

Still, he begins reading aloud, his own low, monotone voice feeling a thousand miles away in his ears. He hardly registers what he’s saying, feeling only the slow, consistent rise and fall of Hizashi’s chest against him, the dragging of his husband’s thumb along his waist.

He begins to think he could spend his whole life here, under these blankets and stars, Hizashi’s warmth seeping into his muscles and bones, and never once get tired of it.

This was all he could ever want.

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The book starts to fall backwards in Shouta’s hands, the pages having not been turned even once, as his husband’s fingers begin to loosen their grip. Hizashi catches it before it falls, holding back a chuckle as he feels Shouta’s weight get a little heavier against his side as the other man falls asleep.

It had to be a record.

Shouta had read two and a half sentences.

Hizashi pulls the book from the other man’s hands, closing it and setting it aside while trying to keep as still as possible. He pulls one of the blankets he’d left in a pile next to him just for this purpose over their bodies. Shouta wriggles a bit, lying lower, and Hizashi sinks down with him.

Tonight, he’s not going to need some boring book to shove away all the worries of his work, all the nagging duties he’d left back at the school or his studio or agency.

No, he felt light and happy, his brain flooded with memories just like this.

Moments of perfect silence, with Shouta filling all the empty spaces, bringing him back down to Earth, chasing away all the responsibilities and fear and pain, and replacing them with something else.

He reminisces about all those little moments like this, beneath the stars in one way or another, replacing them with love, with peace, with rest.

#erasermic fanfiction #erasermic #maizawa #eraserhead #present mic #yamada hizashi #aizawa shouta #bnha #mha

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ninja-scenarios · 6 years ago

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Any headcanons for our favorite snake to celebrate his birthday? ;D Your choice!~

I´m a little late but of course I can´t say no to that!! This got out of hand again but I can´t help it, I love this bastard TT__TT

Orochimaru boyfriend headcanons + small scenario

Since I already did some for Otogakure Oro, these will take place before he left Konoha

- Will be 100% oblivious if someone is romantically interested in him. He´ll be able to spot sexual attraction, but other than that he just doesn´t care about other people. The constant aura of superiority doesn´t help with his seemingly untouchable nature

- will also despise anyone weak or a common citizen – yet as much as Orochimaru sneers at the thought, these factors alone won´t prevent him from potentially falling in love

- the majority of the village is already scared of Orochimaru. Since he was the student of the Hokage everyone knows him and the citizens have a hard time not believing the rumours or gossip. They still show respect though and Orochimaru thrives on it

- if the snake boi falls in love once, it will always be against his will. Orochimaru thinks feelings are weakening your strength and clouding your senses. It´s better not to love at all since death and break-ups are constant factors in life, so what is the point of a romantic relationship if his partner is going to part with him anyways one way or another?

- dates are a waste of time. If you want to get closer to him, you´ll have to go on missions together or offer to help him with some of the tasks he gets as a shinobi. Getting Orochimaru to take on help is a whole task in itself though, so it will be much more rewarding if you are the one seeking help. Again, having the great Sannin help you requires a very good opportunity. The best way of getting to know him is probably luck, or befriending Jiraiya and Tsunade

- once Orochimaru gets into a relationship, things won´t really change. Most of the time, no one will be able to tell that he has a partner since his focus lays unchangedly on his studies and goals. PDA is a big no-no. DA in general are a nuisance. The few days a month when he can be seen with his partner, the two will probably be eating together or take a stroll around town, but not holding hands or kissing

- it´s very embarrassing for Orochimaru to meet his teammates while he´s in company of his partner. Like hell he´s gonna admit that he has actual feelings. He already has a hard time calling Jiraiya and Tsuna his “friends”, so you can imagine that you will have to do the majority of the talking to avoid Orochimaru´s tight, short answers. Should Jiraiya hit on his partner he will SNAP

- it won´t come to a surprise that Orochimaru is not the most affectionate. While he is not opposed to one night stands, he has a hard time showing how much he cares about another person. Being in a relationship usually means compromising on both sides, and Orochimaru is definitely not willing to change anything about his life for someone else

- would never get into a relationship with someone who he only knew for a short time. Orochimaru doesn´t trust anyone but himself, so it will be hard to make him open up to you and admit his feelings. He could only do that with someone he knew for a longer time or grew close with. There´s no “I want to be together with you” or “I like you really much”. The official start of your relationship will probably slip by completely unnoticed or be initialized with a “You´re mine.” from Orochimaru´s side.

- you´ll probably feel more like his possession rather than his partner

- he won´t attend any events or family celebrations or something like that with you

- you´ll feel sad for a lot of the time, since he has no parents he can introduce you to and obviously doesn´t know real love. But god forbid you´re gonna talk to him about these things

- Orochimaru has a hard time with showing his feelings and whenever he does, you still won´t be 100% sure if it´s not a disguise. He often cradles your cheek and strokes your hair, but that´s about everything he´ll initiate. Orochimaru is like a cat, luring you in with his beauty yet not wanting to be touched most of the time. On many occasions he´s also in a bad mood due to some people not doing what they are supposed to, so when you use the few opportunities to hug and kiss him, Orochimaru will surprisingly let you.

- a lot of qickies. Orochimaru treats sex as a way to reduce stress and relax. It´s not often that he initiates lovemaking because of his own arousal, yet if he sees you with clear want in your eyes he´ll find himself unable to turn you down. Still, he won´t take much time for it and will want to rather quickly start working again right after. There´s no aftercare if you´re not hurt, since it´s also a waste of time

- still has some very good techniques when it comes to sex. I don´t think I have to mention that he can eat you out like a pro and has pretty good stamina. He´s also very flexible and holds a great amount of knowledge about the human body. Most likely he´ll try to get the both of you off asap since he doesn´t see the point in unnecessarily drawing out pleasure. Yet even if it doesn´t seem like it, he wants you to have a good time and get pleased

- there will also only be one or two times a month you can have the pleasure of a make-out session. There simply is no time. Yet very, very few times Orochimaru´s mask will actually split and he´ll cradle your head in his hands and kiss you like there´s no tomorrow

-Orochimaru is rough. Not only when he fights, but also with you. There are times when you can get hurt, for example during sex or during his rough kisses,and he won´t apologize. But he´ll take care of your wounds.

- only needs 3 to 4 hours of sleep. He´ll let you live with him yet don´t come up with the idea of touching any of his stuff. You´ll sleep alone for the most time, yet when you feel him slip into bed next to you he´ll allow his cover to slip just for the slightest bit in the dead of night and hold you tight

- even if it doesn´t seem like it, Orochimaru will have a bad time when he sees that you´re upset or sad because of something. He won´t always have time to listen to you or solve the problem, yet he´ll feel strangely empty when you´re not there and gaze up at him with your usual adoring look

- “I love you” is not in Orochimaru´s vocabulary

- imagine when you break down the news to your family and friends. Everyone will be SHOCKED. You melted the ice of the creepy snake person??? Probably a few people won´t even believe you, you can´t really be mad at them about it though

- once in a blue moon, when the little academy students are allowed to leave earlier and run through the streets, chattering and laughing, Orochimaru thinks about having children. He will only allow himself to think about the topic for a few seconds before brushing it off as the painful memory of his parents comes right to mind. But the question will last the whole day, always lingering in the back of his head

- he is still testing in which ways he can use his snakes as reliable spies, so be sure to always have a few of them around wherever you go

- he lives in a basement, since he has to keep the same temperature for the snakes and his lab is located underground, so you´ll spend the majority of your time together by trying to drag him out of there so he actually gets some sunlight

- on some days you also have to remind him to eat. Usually he can get kind of snarky (even more than usual) when hungry/hangry, so many times you find yourself preparing food

- the topic of food is also a big one. Orochimaru is not used to someone caring about him like this. He is an adult, he is self-sufficient and a mastermind, so he won´t admit that some things also slip through his grasp. So when you suddenly show up with prepared food, especially made for your partner when he never (or just for a short time) had a mother to cook for him, Orochimaru is sheer overwhelmed with the amount of affection. After he snapped out of it, he´ll behave as if you´ve done something unnecessary, because of course he was just about to eat something. But internally, he´ll be thankful and make sure to pay you a little of the affection back in some way. Maybe he´ll give you a kiss, maybe he´ll order one of his supporters to run an errand for you, but in some way you´ll know that he appreciated your gesture.

- is not picky with what to eat, as long as it´s healthy. After all food is only a way to gain strength, so things like flavours or decorations are unnecessary. Also, giving it overly much effort is a waste of time. However, if it tastes really well, Orochimaru will be thankful

- will probably put stuff for his researches (or if he has a job?) before you. Always. It´s a quite common thing with him and it already happened when you two were dating, so it´s not news. Still though, sometimes it makes you feel unappreciated and disappointed. Orochimaru won´t know how to deal with your sudden change of feelings, his beautiful golden eyes will stare into your own and try to figure out what exactly caused it. In these times you feel like one of his experiments. Eventually, Orochimaru will get off a little earlier than usual so that he´ll be able to spend some time with you

- doesn´t set great value upon birthdays. His own one is the worst, because it´s just a reminder that time is running out, that he spent another year trying to reach his goal and failed. It wouldn´t be wise to make a huge deal out of it and Orochimaru will probably also forget your birthday or anniversaries. Things like dates don´t have a meaning for him

- as soon as the word about your relationship spreads around the village, you´ll notice that people treat you differently. You´ll receive more respect and sometimes get the vibe that they´re scared of you. Also, I think the reputation of Orochimaru´s strength and potential rumours will nullify every other person´s attempt on hitting on you, so making Orochimaru jealous with anybody will unfortunately not work out!The whole thing is a change for you, there could also be people who could be hostile towards you now

-Orochimaru treats you kindly and uses his way of affection (cradling your cheek, gazing down at you with his beautiful eyes, as if he´d want to decoy you) whenever you are around, even though he hasn´t much time to give. Whenever you knock on his door you´ll hear a gentle “Come in, my dear.” And wonder everytime how he knew it was you

- when you´re both alone, Orochimaru will sometimes even kiss you and ask you to sit on his lap. It feels so good to spend time with him and hold his hand.

- honestly, Orochimaru will persuade himself of not actually being in love with you. No, he´s only using you for cover, for your body… but when you smile at him, he can´t deny that it´s pulling at the place where his heart is supposed to be

- total surveillance. There will be times when you have done something he forbid, the next time you see him and he looks into your eyes you can see that he knows. It´s scary and you´ll feel totally caged and helpless

- should Orochimaru ever run into your family, don´t expect him to go with “I love you, so I love your family as well”. Absolutely not

- tbh Orochimaru is not able to commit to a relationship. Someone first has to show him what love is

~~~ somewhere in Konoha:

You were surprised to find Orochimaru´s office empty for once. Usually his closest supporter was around and of course a handful of snakes, but not this time. You beamed with the opportunity of getting a little time together with the Sannin. Orochimaru noticed you coming in, turning away from a bookshelf to smile upon you.

“Goodmorning, my dear.” His gentle words warmed your heart and soon you were in his arms, laying your head upon his chest where you felt his low chuckle vibrate. Nimble, elegant fingers combed through your hair while Orochimaru let his gaze drift over your form. You told him about your day at the academy, about how the little girl from your team said she was happy to have you as her Sensei. For a small second, the snake´s eyes shone with pride and he nodded approvingly. “I knew you worried over nothing, dear. You´re an excellent teacher.”

Even though it were probably only a few minutes, you soaked up his attention hungrily like a sponge, wrapping your arms around him and claiming your partner as you sat down in his armchair. Orochimaru´s golden eyes locked with yours and narrowed kindly in a smile. Next thing you shared a sweet kiss, huddled up to one another behind closed doors.

Even though moments like this were rare you treasured them like gold, willing to wait for them if you must.

#orochimaru #oro #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru headcanon #orochimaru scenario #orochimaru imagine #orochimaru x oc #orochimaru fanfiction #orochimaru x reader fanfiction #naruto imagines #anime imagines

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purpleswans1 · 5 years ago

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A New Meaning for Deku

Technically for Villain Month, but doesn’t have much of a focus on the villains so I won’t be tagging it as such. It’s still part of my Villain!Izuku AU though.

Read also on FF and AO3.

This wasn’t how Ochaco Uraraka’s life was supposed to go. Until a few months ago she was on track to her ideal life: get into a good hero school, graduate and become a pro, then earn enough money to make her parents’ lives easier.

That future disappeared the day her father died.

His company was conducting repairs on a large l skyscraper when a local villain fight broke out. A new up-and-coming hero called Mount Lady resolved the issue, but during the fight hit one of the I-beams, causing it to fall and crush not only Ochaco’s father, but five of his employees as well. That was bad enough already, but the hero commision refused to accept responsibility for the accident and spun a story that placed the blame on the company's shoulders, so the insurance company got out of paying the life insurance for dad or the other employees. Since Ochaco’s family were the owners of the company and legally required to pay reparations to the families of the dead employees, that saddled her grieving mother with a large amount of debt.

Ochaco was freaking out about the debt when a kind stranger contacted her. He said he sympathized with her situation and was willing to pay off the debt, on the condition that Ochaco came to work for him. In hindsight, Ochaco should have realized it was too good to be true, but she was desperate. It wasn’t until after they’d struck a deal that she realized he didn’t want her waiting tables or getting coffee. He’d forced her to drop out of school and has now told her to meet with his allies in a seedy part of town.

When Ochaco reached the address her mysterious benefactor directed her too, she found a surprisingly elegant bar open during the day.

A blue-haired boy sitting at the bar looked up when she came in. “Hey! What are you doing here?”

Ochaco swallowed. “Um… I’m supposed to be meeting someone here. You wouldn’t happen to know anybody going by the name All For One?”

The blue-haired boy who’d spoken looked confused. “What do you need with Sensei?”

“Ah, Miss Uraraka. You were able to make it,” a familiar voice said.

“Sir?” Uraraka asked, looking around for the man she'd come to meet. She’d never met him in person, only speaking to him through the phone or email, so she had no idea what he looked like.

“The master isn’t present,” a misty bartender explained. “He prefers to provide instructions through the TV over there.”

“Uraraka, these will be your new coworkers. Tomura, try to make your new team member comfortable. You’ll be working together for a while."

The blue-haired boy -- the one Uraraka assumed was called Tomura -- turned on his bar stool to give her a critical look. “You don’t look like much. Are you sure you’re cut out for this kind of thing?”

Uraraka looked down at her feet. “I don’t know, but I need the money for my family.”

“Hm” Tomura started scratching his neck. “Hey Izuku! Get out here and meet the new girl.”

There was a series of thumps from somewhere upstairs and a plain-looking boy with green hair walked in through the back door. He couldn’t be much older than Uraraka, who was supposed to be in her last year of middle school, and seeing someone else her age made Uraraka relax a little.

“Tomura, who is….” The boy noticed Uraraka. “Oh, you’re… um…” his cheeks darkened. “You’re a girl.”

“Nice observation skills there, Izuku,” Tomura said.

The green-haired boy -- Izuku -- was quick to defend himself. “N-No it’s nothing like that! I just assumed that you’d be a boy when Sensei told us you’d be coming, though I realize now that was somewhat sexist of me. Half the people in the world are girls after all, but I’ve just been spending all my time with Tomura and Kurogiri and Sensei for the past few years so I’m not used to interacting with girls and as such don’t know what I’m supposed to do in this situation…”

“Oi, you’re mumbling again,” Tomura broke into Izuku’s long-winded explanation.

“Eh? Oh, I’m so sorry!” he rubbed the back of his head, looking sheepish. “This isn’t a great first impression…”

“No, it’s fine.” Uraraka walked up to him. “My name is Ochako Uraraka. And your name is Izuku, right?”

Izuku’s face lit up. “That’s right! Izuku Midoriya. I’ll also go by ‘Analyst,’ but that’s more of a codename. This guy,” Izuku pointed to the blue-haired guy, “is Tomura Shigaraki. He and I are practically brothers, so don’t be surprised if I accidentally call him Tomura-nii. That man over there,” he pointed to the misty bartender, “is Kurogiri. He’s the person to talk to if you ever need something or want to talk to Sensei.”

“Indeed,” Kurogiri said. “By the way Ms. Uraraka, the master mentioned that you might need a place to stay for the foreseeable future.”

“Oh! Well, yes, that would be appreciated,” Uraraka turned to speak to Kurogiri. “My mom’s house is too far away to commute, and I haven’t had the chance to go apartment hunting…”

“Don’t worry about it!” Izuku interrupted. “We’ve got several extra rooms upstairs. It’s okay if she stays here, right? Kurogiri? Tomura?”

“That would be foe the best,” Kurogiri said. “You and Tomura have to behave, now that there’s a lady in the house.”

Shigaraki gave Uraraka a hard look. “I guess she can stay.”

“Great!” Izuku was practically jumping with enthusiasm. “Come on Uraraka, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.” He quickly turned and led her to the back door.

“Okay,” Uraraka started to follow Izuku but stopped. “By the way, what is this place? What kind of work do we do?”

Tomura broke into hysterical laughter. “You mean you came here without knowing that?”

Uraraka’s eyes migrated to the floor. He’s right, I should have figured out what I was doing before I came here.

Tomura spread his arms. “We are the League of Villains. We use our quirks and talents to destroy heroes!”

It finally occurred to Uraraka that she was in way over her head.

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There was a light knock on her door. “Uraraka? Do you mind if I come in?”

“Don’t care,” Uraraka said, her voice muffled by the pillow she had over her head.

The door opened and a mop of green hair peeked in. “Are you alright?”

Uraraka moved the pillow down so she could glare at him. “What do you think?”

Izuku at least has the self-awareness to look uncomfortable. “Want to talk about it?”

“My dad is dead, I had to drop out of school, and I just found out I sold my soul to a villain organization to get my family out of debt. Does that sound like alright to you?”

Izuku winced, “Yikes. Okay, I didn’t know about all that.” He walked into the room and closed the door behind him. “You really don’t want Tomura hearing you complain like that. He wouldn’t react well.”

Urarak blinked. “What? Is he sensitive?”

“Sort of? Well, not the way you’re probably thinking…” Izuku scratched his cheek nervously. “Tomura… is ferociously loyal to All For One. He hates it when anyone speaks out against Sensei. Well, he hates a lot of things, but you’ll figure out what topics to avoid after a while."

“Sounds like you have some experience with that.”

Izuku shifted uncomfortably. “There’s… plenty of good times to excuse the bad. I’d rather not talk about it.”

Uraraka looked at Izuku. Really looked. She’d thought he was plain-looking when they first met and that was still true, but now she began to notice little things that told big stories. How his posture was slouched, making him appear smaller than he really was. How his freckles were fading from lack of sunlight. How his skin was paler than it should be. How his clothes were faded and old, worn down in some places. How he looked just… exhausted.

Maybe I’m not the only person who didn’t choose to be here, Uraraka wondered.

“Izuku, why did you join the League of Villains?”

“Wha-um…” Izuku started looking around the room, anywhere but Uraraka. He was rubbing his fingers together, likely a nervous habit.

“You… you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to,” Uraraka eventually conceded. She’d have plenty of time to get the story out of him.

Izuku looked at her again, but now his face was covered in guilt. “I… I wanted Sensei to give me a quirk.”

“What?”

Izuku opened his mouth and the words came out in a wave, like he couldn’t stop it once he got started. “I was born quirkless. I still don’t have a quirk. When I was a kid all my friends got really powerful quirks and I didn’t, so I was devastated. They bullied me, calling me ‘useless, quirkless, Deku’ and I couldn’t stand it, so when All For One offered to give me a quirk, I jumped at the chance and am still determined to get it by proving to him I deserve one…”

“Whoa! Whoa! Hold up!” Uraraka interrupted. “So, All For One is able to give people quirks?”

“Oh, yes. It’s he quirk. He can take people’s quirks, use them for himself, or give them to other people. I’ve seen him do it for some low-key lackeys like Moonfish.”

“Wow. That’s…” Terrifying. “Interesting.”

Izuku gave her a look like he knew what she meant to say. “Well, it’s the truth. I’m sure that if I help Tomura and All For One with the League of Villains he’ll eventually give me a quirk.”

Something about Izuku’s explanation didn’t sound quite right. Uraraka was sure she wasn’t getting the whole story. “If you’re able to help the League of Villains, doesn’t that prove you don’t need a quirk.”

Izuku’s face fell. “I don’t want to be quirkless Deku anymore.”

“Deku?”

“It’s another way to pronounce the last part of my name. It… well, apparently it means I'm useless.”

Uraraka frowned. “Actually, I don’t think so. It sounds like a hero name to me.”

Izuku looked at her in shock. “A hero name?”

“Yeah! Like, ‘you can do it!’ It would be really inspiring. If I had the chance to become a hero, I would have called myself ‘Uravity’ but Deku actually sounds way cooler.”

Izuku continued staring at her in shock for several seconds. When he finally turned away, it was to stand up and walk to the door. “I… I should probably leave you alone. Kurogiri will get on my case if I finds out I was alone with you and the door was closed.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Izuku gave her a small smile. “If you want to talk some more, my room is right across the hall. Tomura’s is at the end of the hallway and Kurogiri prefers to sleep in the basement.”

Uraraka nodded. “Thanks, Izuku. I’ll probably come to you if something comes up.”

Izuku turned away. “You know, if you mean what you said about the meaning of Deku, I wouldn't if you called me that. Only you, though.”

Uraraka smiled. “Alright, Deku.”

Maybe there’s a silver lining here.

#mha villain au #izuku x uraraka #uraraka ochako #izuku midoriya #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #coercion #myfanfic

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unchain-the-escapist · 7 years ago

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White Sand

Meteor (Merel/Charlotte/Floor) (Romantic pairing)

Words: 4340

Prequel to Jurassic Meteor

Please note that I am not a surfer, nor do I know which technique to use to stay on a board. This chapter circles around a polyamorous relationship and how that may evolve. Personally I have no experience with this type of relationship and I apologize if I have gotten the whole thing wrong. This was not my intention. If I have made a grave error regarding a polyamorous relationship that may offend anyone, please tell me so I can correct it.

Happy reading!

Taking a deep breath as she tilted her feet just enough for her to emerge from under the wave she was surfing on, Merel brought her board up and over the wave and ended up flat against the water’s surface as the wave continued in towards the shore.

Sitting down on her board with her feet in the water, Merel immediately began scanning for her next wave. It was the first time in a long time that she had the opportunity to surf and she wasn’t going to waste a single moment of it.

Spotting another wave, Merel lay down on her stomach and began paddling with her arms, adrenaline already starting to make its way through her veins. In her teenage years, she had spent a lot of time at the beach, every day during the summer break Merel had been surfing and swimming in the ocean not far from where she lived. The frequency of it annoying her parents to no end.

Sitting up, the blonde cracked her neck, the small breeze feeling refreshing against her skin. The week had been particularly hard for the blonde. Temperature had been higher than normal and she had had the tourist center shift at work. In a seemingly never ending crowd, Merel had been forced to endure children screaming and adults continuously asking her where the bathroom was. During the first hour of the shift, she already regretted working as a security guard. She loved her job when she was stationed at the attractions, especially the ones where she could be close to the dinosaurs, but sometimes it was a bit mundane. She had only applied for this job because of the opportunities it might bring.

As soon as Jurassic World had been announced to the world, Merel had dreamt about becoming a dinosaur handler.

Seeing how a wave began to form, Merel turned her surfboard around and waited to stand up until she felt the wave catching her board and brining it with it. The muscles in her legs took over, the twist and turns of the water familiar in their movements. Merel loved days like these. Not too many people in the water or on the beach, leaving plenty of room for surfers to navigate.

Merel’s workmates had been laughing at her for having the dream she had, saying that there was no way that a security guard could work themselves up to handler. But Merel hadn’t let their words get to her. She was determined to become something more one day.

Merel was so occupied by her thoughts that she barely saw the surfboard crashing into her, nor taking a huge gulp of air before she disappeared under the surface as her feet left her surfboard. Feeling the sting as her elbow grazed the rocks at the bottom, Merel managed to plant her feet and push herself upwards, her lungs taking in much needed air as she breached the surface and swam until she could stand up on solid ground.

Turning around while standing up, she saw the shadow of a person swimming towards her, probably the one who crashed into her.

“Dude! Watch where you’re going yo-“

As soon as the person stood up, Merel’s whole vocabulary seemed to evaporate from her mind. All she saw was skin, skin, and even more skin as toned legs seemed to go on for miles and miles. As Merel let her eyes travel further up, she saw muscular abs and white bikini parts which left little to the imagination. Realizing that the woman was talking, Merel snapped her gaze towards her face instead. Which she deeply regretted as she saw long, red hair made into a braid and was that…

“Oh no, are those freckles?! I’m doomed if those are freckles!” the blonde thought, still not hearing a word of what the other woman was saying, blood pumping through Merel ears and surely making her cheeks heat up as well. The woman in front of her was so beautiful that it made Merel speechless.

“… distracted… new to this… are you…hey!”

Snapping out of her staring trance, Merel noticed how close the other woman was now, her hazel eyes brimming with concern.

“Hazel! Do they have to be hazel?! Goddammit! And she has freckles!”

Amusement seemed to fill the redhead’s eyes as Merel still had been unsuccessful to form a proper word.

“E…hm… hmmm…I…”

The smile stretching the redhead’s lips made Merel’s stomach do somersaults.

“Just say something! You’re making this awkward for everyone! Oh why are girls this pretty?!”

And that’s when they blonde heard a laugh coming from the other woman’s mouth, Merel wanting nothing more than to hide as her cheeks flared up in embarrassment.

“Are you okay?” the other woman tried with once more, Merel nodding as she cleared her throat.

“Yeah… yeah I’m good.” the blonde managed to say, feeling like high-fiving herself while she brushed some of her own hair away from her face. The blonde then noticed how the other woman began crossing her arms across her chest while her lower lip disappeared inside her mouth. Merel felt like she was on fire as the redhead’s hazel eyes started travelling across her body, Merel trying to do her best not to squirm under the stare.

“Well… like I said, I am very sorry for crashing into you. Surfing is not as easy as it looks.” the woman said while releasing a breathless laugh, breaking the stare she had been holding as she bent down to pick up her surfboard.

“I’ll… I… I’ll… teach you how…” Merel managed to say through yet another stutter.

“Fuck. Me. Whyyy?” the blonde whined inside her head, bringing her hand up to rub at her eyes and pinch her nose while the other woman just laughed. Merel had always thought that she was sort of good at flirting when it came to women, but the redhead in front of her had thrown her off her game. Extremely so.

“I mean, absolutely! I would hate to crash into someone again.”

As butterflies spread in Merel’s stomach at the smile that the redhead was displaying, she too grabbed her board before holding her hand out for the other woman to shake.

“I’m Merel.”

As she felt the other woman’s hand in her own, the blonde tried not to gasp at the warmth that spread along her arm at the contact.

“And I’m Charlotte.”

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Slumping down in a breathless mess onto the sand, Merel felt the painful contractions of her stomach muscles as she continued to laugh at the story Charlotte had just told her. The mental picture of a drowsy Compsognathus trying to eat cotton swabs while Charlotte desperately tried to keep it away from the container was just too funny. While Merel had tried to teach the redhead how to surf, the blonde had found out that the other woman was the head veterinarian of the park, how she had grown up on a zoo on the mainland where both her parents worked, and how she had travelled the world to volunteer at animal sanctuaries before going into veterinary school and ending up at Jurassic World.

“I was panicking, okay! I was trying to save it from a possible operation while it tried to bite my fingers off!” the redhead finished with as she settled next to Merel, the blonde sitting up while wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.

The afternoon had been amazing and it turned out that Charlotte was a fast learner, quickly picking up on how the smallest of movements of the muscles in ones thighs and feet could make all the difference.

Looking over at the Charlotte, Merel noticed that her eyes were settled in the distance, looking far past the sun that was slowly setting. Sunlight was swimming around in her orbs, a smile forming on her lips. Merel didn’t want the day to end. She wanted to spend hours upon hours listening to Charlotte’s voice, to make her laugh. To hold her close…

Taking a deep breath, the sound directing Charlotte’s attention towards the other woman, Merel opened her mouth and asked a question that had been burning on her tongue all day.

“Do you wanna go out and eat sometime? Grab a coffee? You know… whatever you want to do?”

The blonde felt so unsure, but she tried her hardest not to let her voice or demeanor show that. She had already made an ass of herself with all the stuttering. Being nervous around women wasn’t who she was and she didn’t want to come off as such either.

As her words seemed to register with the other woman, Merel spotted signs of shock and uncertainty. Like she was torn. Had Merel misread the signs?! There was no that the blonde’s gaydar was off. Charlotte had to be gay, the slight flirting that they had done all day and the looks that Charlotte sent her way had proved as much.

“I…”

The redhead’s eyes moved to the waves caressing the sand, her mind seemingly deep in thought. Merel could feel her stomach starting to plummet. She had never met anyone like Charlotte before and if she were to slip from Merel’s fingers, the blonde was going to feel it for a long time to come.

“I… can you…”

It was as if the redhead was counting the pros and cons in her head. It was just a date, not a proposal, Merel thought in amusement. Charlotte turned, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip, her eyes drinking Merel in.

“I don’t know. At the moment. Can you…”

She suddenly stood up, Merel following her example, more confused than ever.

“Can you call me on my work phone in like three days from now? I have a thing…to do first.”

Seeing the nervousness in the redhead’s eyes, Merel moved her head to give the other woman a nod. Maybe she was really busy and needed to get some things settled first? It wasn’t a flat out rejection, which made Merel’s stomach flutter.

“Okay great so… thank you for today.” Charlotte said gently, her movements pausing before she leaned in to kiss Merel’s cheek, the blonde feeling how her knees got weak at the light touch and the smell of the ocean clinging to the other woman’s skin. She had to force her hands not to reach out to touch Charlotte, or to connect her lips with the redhead’s own. It was too soon, Merel figured.

As they said their final goodbyes, Charlotte moving to retrieve her towel and handing in her surfboard, Merel felt how her heart swelled in her chest. The day had been perfect.

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From the work phones to their private phones, from conversations to coffee, Charlotte and Merel had gotten closer during the past six weeks. They had only met five times since their afternoon at the beach, but after each time, Merel had fallen deeper and deeper for the other woman. She had wanted to take Charlotte on a proper date, buy her flowers and gifts and all that romantic stuff, but the redhead had declined. It had hurt Merel a lot, but Charlotte had gone on to explain that she wanted to be friends first before they dove deeper in their relationship. Something that Merel could truly understand.

The blonde could listen to Charlotte talk for hours. Merel watched how the redhead’s eyes twinkled as she spoke of her passions in life, how her eyes grew somber when she had to care for seriously injured animals. Merel wanted nothing more than to hold her hand through her musings, run her fingers along Charlotte’s skin and kiss it to bring the other woman out of bad memories. Merel felt how the redhead breathed new life into her, felt captivated by all that was Charlotte.

Which is why an invitation to one of the restaurants in the town center made butterflies in Merel’s stomach go crazy, her heart nearly leaping out of her chest. Merel had spent the better part of the day deciding what to wear, deciding on a suit she had worn to her brother’s wedding a few years earlier, and trying to gather her thick hair in an elegant braid. They had talked on the phone the evening before, Merel excited about the date while Charlotte had been more subdued. Which she had explained by saying that it had been a long day at work.

Pulling up to the employee parking lot at the back of the restaurant, Merel got off her motorcycle and made her way to the entrance. The evening was warm and filled with chatter from people walking along the main street, absent of children and instead opting for drinks and dining at the wide variety of restaurants. Walking up to the main street, Merel spotted the restaurant sign hanging above the entrance, her stomach wanting to revolt at the nervousness that she felt. She didn’t want to hope for too much to come out of this evening, but damn, Merel just couldn’t help herself. She imagined that Charlotte was a person who would support Merel’s quest in becoming a dinosaur handler. She had mentioned it to her in passing, but Charlotte hadn’t given her any response. Maybe Merel could request being stationed at the vet clinic to get closer to Charlotte? Maybe starting to volunteer there during the weekends? Maybe even…

The blonde had been so consumed by her thoughts that she barely noticed that she was now standing in front of the entrance to the restaurant, people walking in and out of the door while the hostess either greeted them or bid them farewell. That’s when her eyes connected with Merel’s.

“Hello? Can I help you?”

Walking further into the dim lit restaurant, the blonde had to clear her throat before answering the other woman, afraid that her nervousness might make her voice waver and crack as soon as she opened her mouth.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to meet someone here. Booked under Charlotte Wessels.”

Flashing s small smile in the blonde’s direction, the hostess turned to her computer screen and moved her eyes across it before facing Merel again.

“Indeed, there is a reservation in Ms. Wessels name. Shall I walk you to your table?”

“No just… point me in the right direction.”

Taking the lead, the hostess rounded the corner with Merel in tow. The restaurant was beautiful, the colors white, red, and orange mixing when it came to the decorations. Lights and candles were everywhere, casting glows and creating shadows in the room.

“There we are. The table in the corner.” the hostess said while motioning with her hand towards the table, Merel’s heart at first soaring, but sinking as soon as her eyes landed on who was sitting there.

Nodding towards the hostess, the blonde slowly began approaching Charlotte. And whoever was sitting next to her. The other person’s head was turned away from Merel, but Charlotte was smiling while talking to the other person. Based on the long, brunette hair and the form fitting suit jacket, Merel guessed that it was a woman. The blonde’s jaws began clenching in jealousy and betrayal. Was Charlotte seeing someone behind her back and had she screwed up the time and date for their date? The blonde felt like screaming and crying, her heart pounding mercilessly.

That’s when Charlotte spotted her.

The glint that had been in Charlotte’s eyes shifted as her eyes connected with Merel’s, replaced by a type of seriousness that hit Merel hard. The brunette also seemed to notice the shift and turned around, Merel gasping as she saw who it was.

It was her boss.

“Ms. Jansen?”

The woman moved her eyes up and down Merel’s body, her jugular moving up and down repeatedly as she swallowed, her body tense and looking ready to run.

“Yes.”

Her voice was professional and clipped, just like it had been when they had first met during Merel’s introduction to the job as security guard during her first day at Jurassic World. She had been standing in front of a room full of new recruits, towering above nearly everyone in her high heels. Her presence had demanded respect and Merel had been in an awe during the entire time. But now it just made her feel defeated and angry.

A hand being placed on the blonde’s arm made her flinch, warmth flooding her as Charlotte leaned in to give her a one-sided hug.

“You look beautiful.” she said gently, Merel feeling slightly calmer as the redhead pulled away. The blonde moved her eyes between the other two women, Charlotte was wearing a red and white summer dress, her hair slightly curled. The sight robbed Merel’s lungs of air.

“So do you.” the blonde managed to say, her lips wobbling with the tension between the three of them. Merel was so scared and confused. All that she had ever wanted stood next to her and she could sense that Charlotte wanted the same, but how did Floor Jansen fit into the picture? Oh god, was she going to fire Merel?! Was she here to swipe the rug from under her feet, take her away from Charlotte?

Charlotte smiled then, as if sensing the blonde’s nervousness.

“Don’t worry sweetie. Sit down and we’ll talk. All three of us.”

So their boss was indeed involved.

Charlotte moved to sit down in her chair while Merel took a seat in front of her, Floor to her right. A waiter came and took their orders, Merel barely remembering what she had said as he disappeared, her mind too full of questions. The blonde desperately wanted to reach over and take Charlotte’s hand in hers.

“You might know who Floor is.” the redhead began to say, the brunette sitting impossibly straight in her chair, the nail on her right index finger digging into the tablecloth as her lips tried to hold a somewhat sincere smile.

“Yes, I know. But I have to say that meeting your boss after working hours is a bit scary.”

Floor chuckled, Charlotte joining her with a small giggle.

“So, humor is the way to go.” the blonde thought as the mood lifted slightly.

“Well, I apologize. But Charlotte really wanted us to meet.”

Merel could feel how her palms began sweating, discreetly wiping them on her pants.

“Oh?”

A look was shared between Charlotte and Floor, the brunette hesitant and almost a bit sad, but the redhead reached out her hand and grasped Floor’s hand and looked at her with so much affection that Merel wanted to cry. They were a couple. Merel could recognize one of those looks anywhere. Tears began prickling in her eyes as Charlotte faced her. It was over, the heart in her chest starting to break. Charlotte would never be hers. Merel felt herself shutting down, her mind so deep into the process that she flinched when Charlotte suddenly stood up and placed herself next to the blonde, her forehead resting against the side of Merel’s head as one of her hands began stroking the blonde’s cheek.

“Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.”

“I feel like such an idiot.” the blonde said trembling.

“No, no, you’re not. Let me explain, please.”

Taking a few deep breaths, Merel turned to see how close Charlotte was close to crying as well. They were so close that Merel could feel the other woman’s breaths hitting her cheek, lips so tantalizingly close that the blonde’s whole body was aching. She didn’t dare to look over at Floor, afraid of what she might possibly see.

“I’ve been an idiot, I know. I should have told you this when we first met, but everything that is you threw me off. Your goofiness, bravery, craziness, beauty, and laughter made me feel so many things.”

Merel was both confused and amazed. Charlotte did feel the same that Merel felt for her. But then why was Floor here? And why did she allow this to happen? She could clearly hear what Charlotte was saying.

“And I don’t want to take this further until I’ve explained to you… what my heart wants.”

She looked between Merel and Floor, the blonde now daring to look at the brunette. She looked torn as well, like she was making a huge sacrifice.

“My heart… wants both of you.”

Merel didn’t know if the sound escaping from her mouth was a sob or a sharp exhale of disbelief. Her heart was pounding with a strong yes yes yes, but her mind was torn. What did this confession mean?

“I… told Floor about my… polyamorous side early in our relationship and we didn’t pay it much thought, but then I came to her apartment after that day at the beach and… it all became very real.”

Moving her eyes between Floor’s and Charlotte’s, Merel saw the raw emotions swimming around in them. Merel had always tried to keep an open mind about sexualities and relationships, but a polyamory one could be a whole new strain all together. The concept of sharing a loved one wasn’t for everyone and Merel hadn’t really thought about it at all. Until tonight.

“I understand if you don’t want to do this, Merel, but just so you know…”

Their eyes met and Merel saw it. Charlotte loved her. It was the same look that she had given to Floor. It must have been the one that she had given to Floor when they had talked about the blonde. What if Merel had had to have that conversation with Charlotte? Would she have given Floor a chance?

“…I… think I love you.”

There it was, clear as day. Those three little words that Merel had longed to hear for such a long time. It became hard to breathe, heart taking turns in dropping and soaring. She looked at Floor then. The woman was fighting with whatever she seemed to feel, hands wringing together as her lips took turns in thinning and widening as they disappeared and emerged from between her teeth.

“Floor?” Charlotte asked quietly, her head leaving the side of Merel’s to look at the brunette properly. Floor’s hands were shaking now while her lips tried forming a smile. She wasn’t mad, just… trying to accept it all.

“This is not easy for me, Merel. When Charlotte first told me I was angry, so, so angry.”

Merel’s pulse began racing. If the tables would have been turned, would Merel accept Charlotte dating Floor?

“We had been together for three months before you entered the picture. Three of the best months of my life and then one day she comes home and… talks about you like she’s a schoolgirl with a crush.”

It was quiet for a while, like Floor and Charlotte were reliving the memory. Charlotte snuck one of her hands into Merel’s own and squeezing it.

“I let her continue talking to you, meeting you, because… she would hate me forever if I didn’t give you a chance.”

Their eyes connected, Merel feeling relieved as she couldn’t find a single sign of malice in the brunette’s orbs. Floor accepted them. All of them together. The brunette would do that for someone she loves. And in that moment Merel knew, she knew that she would do the same of the situation would have been reversed. It was about Charlotte being happy. It was about Merel herself being happy because she knew that she would never be able to find anyone like Charlotte ever again. And Floor must feel the same.

Merel didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Charlotte’s arms around her, pulling her close and whispering things in her ear.

The waiters came and awkwardly tried to place the food at the table before quickly disappearing again. Merel could feel eyes watching them. The whole restaurant had probably stopped moving at the sight of their boss being close with two other women. But inside Merel’s chest and mind, everything was moving extremely fast, so fast that the movements formed words on her lips.

“I… I love you too.”

The words caused Charlotte to inhale quickly, her arms squeezing the blonde tighter. It was a promise that Merel would try to make all of this work. For Charlotte’s sake but ultimately for Floor as well. Because they both loved the amazing redhead who had tilted their world on their sides. And they both clung to that.

Charlotte moved away, Merel immediately missing the warmth but it came back in full force as Charlotte slowly leaned in to kiss her. It was short and sweet, but it made sparks erupt on the blonde’s skin.

The clearing of a throat came from beside Merel, blood freezing in her veins as she suddenly remembered Floor being there as well. The brunette still looked uncertain, but at least she wasn’t mad. Merel had just kissed her girlfriend after all. It would be a slow process, Merel knew, but they would work through it. Together.

“I don’t know about you, but this restaurant serves the most amazing food. And I’d like to get to know you better.” Floor said while smiling widely at the blonde, straightening back up in her seat before facing Charlotte. A look passed between them, the redhead looking happier than Merel had ever seen her be. And it seemed like the look caught Floor off guard as well, the woman eyes tearing up at Charlotte’s apparent happiness.

Charlotte left Merel’s side after a kiss to her cheek, sitting down in front of her and taking a sip of her water.

“Charlotte tells me that you want to be an animal handler.”

They spent the whole evening eating, talking, and laughing and Merel realized that during all the other times that she and Charlotte had met, there had been something missing. And here was the missing piece in the shape of Floor. And Merel would try her hardest to keep them all together.

#fanfiction #meteor #jurassic meteor #merel bechtold #charlotte wessels #floor jansen

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askaceattorney · 8 years ago

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Dear Potatoes,

(Never thought I’d type that.)

First off, I didn’t get the reference to Extra Credits because I hadn’t heard of it, but I’m checking it out now, and BOY, is it blowing my mind with how in-depth it gets. I almost feel disqualified from critiquing any video game ever again. I’m still going to, of course, but MAN...

Second, none of the material on this blog is copyrighted, so feel free to do whatever you like with it on your own blog, someone else’s blog, or wherever you want. We just prefer not to do any roleplaying on this blog because the amount of time between submissions and answers means it would literally take years to finish it.

Third, as much as I’d love to play Super Smash Bros. with the Mod and Modthorne (and as much as I love that game series in general), doing a “Battle of the Mods” would be a big challenge at the moment. Even if we were able to play it together remotely, there’d still be the matter of audio and video recording, which is something I know very little about. It’s not that I don’t like the idea, it’s just that there’d be a lot of configuring to do.

(Songs in Letter)

Dear Anon,

I’m unfamiliar with the Dark Souls series, but I can’t deny that these songs are well-written and majestic-sounding, even if some of them have too many dissonant-sounding chords for my tastes. By the way, I should mention that I love music written for video games, and that it’s usually what I love most about game. I can only imagine how captivating a game with a soundtrack like this could be.

So, here's what came to my mind after briefly listening through the songs:

Firelink Shrine makes me think of someone sharing their tragic backstory while on the witness stand.

Gaping Dragon sounds like a sudden turn of events, such as someone going missing or a witness’s true identity being revealed.

Ornstein & Smough sounds like the introduction of an antagonist character, such as a cold-hearted prosecutor.

Track #22 (whose name I won’t spoil) sounds like a tender moment, like a reunion of two long-lost friends, or a reconciliation between two enemies.

Gwynevere, Princess of Sunlight sounds like one of the ending tunes in a game, signaling a happy ending for everyone. Everyone who likes organ music, at least.

I honestly don’t know how to rate how well any of these would fit into an Ace Attorney game; most of them sound to me like they’d be over the top for any of the current games, but who knows? Maybe someday the series will have music as epic and intricate as that.

Dear nameless2003,

Thank you very much! This isn’t just very humbling to read, it’s also a huge relief for me -- I sometimes wonder if I’m getting the characters to look and sound like most people think they would.

Probably the biggest reason I find it easy to pretend to be a character from this series (other than having played through the games like a maniac) is that a lot of the humor found in it is exactly the kind I like to use in my creative projects, as well as in real life. Things like plays on words:

...unexpectedly funny moments:

...and the characters’ cute and hilarious reactions to things:

...are just what I love to use in things that I write and draw, as well as one of the things that I love most about Ace Attorney! You’ve just got to respect the quality humor involved in little things like these.

Besides that, there are quite a few of the characters that I can relate to in one way or another. Phoenix’s struggle to keep pressing on when things are getting messy, Maya’s excitement about the smallest things, Larry’s stubbornness when things aren’t going his way, Apollo’s confidence in his abilities, and Athena’s desire to do better at everything she does are all things I’ve felt at some point. These feelings might be more exaggerated in the characters, but they’re all something that even the most unemotional human being can experience.

I can’t really answer for the Mod and Modthorne. All I know is that they both have some serious natural talent for writing.

Dear Anonymous,

No trouble at all, my friend. I haven’t run into either of these letters in the inbox yet, and, as far as I can remember, haven’t deleted them, so it could be that they either haven’t reached us yet, or Tumblr messed them up somehow. It might just be what pops up next, for all we know, but if you get tired of waiting, feel free to resend them. Sure, it’ll mean another few months of waiting, but it’s the best way to make sure we receive your letters.

No need to apologize, either -- letters that break the rules show up all the time.

Dear Southern Corn,

Sounds like you were in a good mood when you wrote this. Way to be!

I’ve taken a look at a few other visual novel games, but to be honest, I haven’t been very good at stepping out of my comfort zone when it comes to video games (which for me is Nintendo and Sega, and not much else). It’s not that I’m opposed to trying new things -- I just get timid about exploring something when I don’t know whether it’ll be satisfying or disappointing. Of course, that’s the only way to discover any good game or series (Ace Attorney, for example), so I could probably stand to lighten up a little bit there, huh?

I watched a playthrough of Ghost Trick, and I thought it was a pretty cool game overall, especially in its strategic gameplay and its series of interweaving plots, but I probably would’ve like it better if it didn’t focus so much on deaths and ghost-related occurrences. Those just don’t appeal to me the same way that Ace Attorney’s crazy-yet-believable mysteries do (spirit channeling aside).

I haven’t played the Layton Brothers, or any of the Professor Layton series, for that matter, but the Modthorne has told me a lot of good things about it, so I’ll definitely invest some time in it when I get the chance. Zero Escape looks like it might be interesting, since I enjoy room escape games, but from what I’ve seen of Danganronpa, it look like it’s too sadistic to be very enjoyable (correct me if I’m wrong there). And Hotel Dusk can’t be too bad if its main character had his own trophy in Super Smash Bros. Brawl, so I might just see about that game as well. Thanks for the suggestions!

Here’s one I would suggest if you haven’t tried it: Socrates Jones: Pro Philosopher, a free online game that’s more than slightly influenced by Ace Attorney. The Mod has mentioned this game more than once before, and I found it to be very interesting, even if you’re not into philosophy.

Dear Anonymous,

First of all, thank you for sharing this. I wouldn’t have uploaded your letters if I’d known how you felt about them. I actually liked the one you mentioned, by the way.

Secondly, as I mentioned before, I’m not sailing on any ships. I enjoy the thought of Apollo and Athena growing closer as they take on more things together, but I don’t see it as their destiny. Whether Capcom made them for each other or just wants them to remain close friends, I’ll accept whatever they decide, even if it’s not what I was expecting.

Thirdly, I understand how it feels to be depressed by a video game, movie, book, etc., especially when it comes to romance. There have been quite a few fictitious couples that I (along with many others) have wanted to see a romantic spark between, but still haven’t -- Mario and Peach, Link and Zelda, Matt Dillon and Miss Kitty, and so on. But, as disappointing as it can be, there’s really no point in blaming the writers for it, because the romances found in a good story are just like the ones in real life -- they don’t always go in the direction you expect them to. They might work out, or they might not. That’s why I find it helpful to decide in advance to let it go however it will and hope for the best.

And lastly, there was no harm done in sending those letters. In fact, the reason this blog exists is so you can write whatever you want to the characters. You can praise the ones you like, slam the ones you hate, create an awkward situation for them, or do whatever else you prefer. As long as you keep it civil and don’t intentionally try to hurt the feelings of any real people, anything goes. Just keep in mind that we’ll portray the characters as we see them in the games, which may or may not be what you were hoping for.

One other thing -- while Apollo and Athena might be separated for now, I have my doubts that it’ll be for good. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all.

-The Co-Mod

#Anonymous #Anon #nameless2003 #Southern Corn #Mod Post #Co Mod

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homospockual · 8 years ago

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fic: sinners, chapter 29 - “light”

warnings: language, mild violence and sexuality.

(A/N: I was going to put my full longass emotional author’s note here, but it was long. As fuck. If you want to read it, it’ll be at the bottom. For now, let’s spend some time with Luke.)

“This is new. He’s never sent a representative to get out of things before. Though I can understand the urge, Mr.….what did you say your surname was?”

“Castellan,” I supplied, taking a seat. God, no wonder Percy asked me to sub in for him. I didn’t have a whole lot of experience with academia, yeah, but just sitting here was less comfortable than facing a firing squad. Of course, the bullet might just bounce off. Hadn’t tested that one yet.

Principal Hawthorne took a seat across from me, folding her hands on the desk like she was about to show me an offer I couldn’t refuse. “And you are what to him?”

I fell into vivid memories of standing under warm water that became unnecessary when Percy came up behind me and slipped his arms around my waist. The heater had nothing on a pretty boy nuzzling your neck just hours after some of the best sex in your life. Certainly the most memorable. I’d seen him rip people’s throats out both literally and figuratively, but the second he was touching me, it was like I was a priceless piece of art. He was a contradiction in terms. And when he nudged my ear, I could almost feel his eyelashes.

“He’s my cousin.” I managed.

Her mouth twisted quizzically. “You don’t look much alike.”

I laughed my best trust-me-I’m-beautiful laugh. “We get that a lot. My mom married a super aryan guy.”

Her smile was thin. “Luke, to be perfectly honest, your cousin’s track record is not good. Here or anywhere else.”

Runs in the family, I thought.

“While he hasn’t committed any delinquent offenses that we know of,” she continued, “he does have a rather signature talent for blatant disrespect.”

Something in my stomach tightened. “I’m sure it was for a good cause.”

“Does his mother have a collection of truancy notices to keep up?” Normally I don’t mind people who laugh at their own jokes, but this woman made me want to throw a punch. It must have shown, because she stopped quickly. I rearranged my face to friendly.

“All I’m asking is to refrain from immediate expulsion so he can consider his options.”

She studied me carefully, probably wondering what my stake in the future of a rule-flouting teenager was. I could have given the answer-kinda wanted to, just to see if it would get a rise out of her-but it was neither mortal- nor authority-friendly. Besides, she didn’t seem the type to believe it.

Finally, she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. “I do appreciate your professionalism, Mr. Castellan, but lessons need to be learned. I wouldn’t work in a school if I didn’t believe that.”

A spiteful part of me got a kick out of the fact that she fully bought into my responsible, respectable young adult charade. That was one definite upside to having secrets. The pathological lying became pretty easy. “There’s really nothing you can do?” I let a little bit of coldness slip into my tone. Pro tip: even adults are not immune to peer pressure. Nobody wanted to feel disappointing.

Principal Hawthorne sighed. “I can. But if we agree to keep him for the time being, you and his mother both need to impress upon him that there are only so many chances in life.” Her eyes glittered like arctic ice. “To be honest, I’m not sure how such a careless disturber of the peace came from what seems like a fine family.”

She said it in the just-between-you-and-me tone of adults who liked to talk shit about the kids in their lives. It made my blood boil.

I could see her watching my eyes harden. “Well, most of us aren’t that disappointed.”

“Really.” she said vaguely, going a second round on questioning my taste.

I stood. “I should get going. But thank you for your time and consideration. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

I left, my insides churning. This place made me thank gods I didn’t believe in that I’d had so little formal education. No wonder Percy never cared. The administrators clearly didn’t.

The day wasn’t nearly as overcast as I’d hoped for. I stuck to the shadows and was glad when I hit the narrow alleys I could speed through without worrying about sunburn.

Before I could get on my way, something grabbed the collar of my coat and jerked, hard.

“This is for Lord Ares.” somebody said, and a hit landed rock-solid under my ribs.

All I could think was, Already? I pulled out of their grip easily, but as soon as I whirled to face them, another punch caught me across the face. I hit the pavement, and my spine vibrated. Goddamn it, the sneaky element of surprise was my thing.

The assailant grabbed my ankles, and I got a good look. A boy, I thought, pale and freckled, with red hair the sun drew out like fire. I struggled to crane my neck, my chest tightening. He was dragging me towards the end of the alley. The sunlight crept up my legs-shins, kneecaps, thighs sinking into it like quicksand.

I kicked out, and he redoubled his grip, barely shaken. His calm expression was that of an extremist utterly confident in his role. The last face you’d see at a witch hunt before you burned.

The light slipped into cracks where my shirt had pulled out of the way.

My heels hit the pavement. I scrambled away unopposed and got to my feet.

A whirling dervish made of ripped denim tackled the Ares boy right off me and into the sun. One good, hard, shove, and the boy flew back towards me. My savior sprinted over, shoving his limp form against the wall for inspection.

I grinned. When I was right, I was so right.

Percy looked up, meeting my eyes, and gave me a crooked smile. “I don’t think this one will be bothering anyone for a while.”

I leaned against the bricks. “However can I repay you?”

He flexed his hands, examining the shiny pink burns standing out in streaks against his terra-cotta skin. “Some aloe, maybe?”

I helped him up, and he held my gaze, shoving me off-balance. I was supposed to be the vamp here. I had plenty of experience hypnotizing people with well-timed smiles and touches. I didn’t really have a game plan for being hypnotized.

Lucky for me, Percy cupped my jaw with his free hand and pulled my mouth down to his, rendering thinking both unnecessary and unlikely.

I wrapped an arm around his waist, tugging him closer. If this was a relationship, I could get used to it.

The Ares boy made an irritated noise. I guess he didn’t like people beating him up and then using PDA as a torture technique.

Percy twisted around, leaving my arms around him. “Shut up.” he said, not unkindly.

“You’re in a good mood.”

“Let’s see how long that lasts.” He frowned, stepping away from me to stare down Ares boy. “What are we gonna do with him?”

I smirked. “You hungry?”

The look in his eyes was one part incredulity, one part apprehension, one part pure, unadulterated bloodlust. He stepped close enough that only I could hear. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.”

“I know how you feel about needless killing.” I murmured. “I also know how you feel about people you care for getting hurt.”

His fingers flexed, wanting to clench into fists. I tried not to smile. My heart actually leapt. The cold anger at radiating off him was for me. He cared that much.

What? Seeing that fire in him flare because he wanted to protect me....well. It was more than anyone had done for me in a while. Besides, it reminded me of what that principal had said about him. I felt a surge of fierce pride. She could go fuck herself. That fire was the best thing about him.

“Luke.” He whispered, jolting me back to reality. “I know what to do.” He glanced back, and the boy froze where he was, giving up trying to escape. “I’ll do you one better. I’ll keep him alive.”

“What are you saying?”

“Ares’ acolytes want a war? They can have one.” A muscle feathered in his jaw. “They drew first blood, so we get his. We make him an example. And I get breakfast.” He caught me staring. “What?”

“You’re so hot when you’re vicious.”

He looked away, a flush spreading across his cheekbones. “So, good plan then?”

“Very good.” I smiled at the boy, baring my teeth. “Have fun.”

Percy glanced up, heat creeping into his eyes. “You gonna make me do this all by myself? Or do you just like to watch?”

My stomach dropped. The memories from the appointment earlier flooded back, along with a few from the night before he fought Ares. I was probably blushing too. He had a point.

Percy strolled towards the Ares boy, stretching his long, lean legs in a show of careless animal power. A sweet shiver ran through me. I almost wanted to send Ares a thank-you card for getting him punched in the alley near my boardinghouse. I watched his jeans tighten across his thighs as he knelt, watched his mouth work against the line of the boy’s throat, watched the way his eyebrows drew together with the tension of pleasure. All of a sudden I wished the plan wasn’t so sensible, so those fangs could be on my skin.

They say war makes monsters, or maybe monsters make war. Maybe both. I lean towards neither. Monsters are everywhere. They’re in everyone, and god only knows what will bring them out. Scratch that. Sometimes even gods don’t know. But some people-some of us are lucky enough to be well acquainted with the monster inside us. Some of us recognize it for what it is: power. Passion. A nature that transcends humans.

Maybe I’m just pretentious. But I’ve thought this through, either way. Some people use their monsters to rule. And those kings and queens-or sometimes, queens and queens or kings and kings-they are a force to be reckoned with.

Percy extended a hand to me, and I took it, kissing him until I didn’t know whose blood was whose.

^^^^

Wow. Here we are. When I thought about how to write this last series of scenes, I never sketched this part out. I sat at my computer for a while trying to think of something eloquent to say about this project, but all I can come up with is a fun fact most of you probably know already: start to finish, this took two full years to write. Which I guess isn't that crazy for something the size of a small novel. Felt like one too. Sinners got its hooks in me like only my original stuff has done before, which was simultaneously awesome and awful. I have always loved Percy like one of my own, but I've never gotten to lean in and touch him quite like this before, and it's immensely gratifying to find out there are people keeping tabs on your fingerprints. So continuing the vein of novelishness, I wanted to thank everyone who read this, be it one chapter or all 29. The first names that pop up in my head are Rhaps0dy, theoretically, W, and BlahBlahBleh, along with Katie, Alex, and Birdie, who elected to prove their friendship via a distinct reading-screaming schedule. And most of all, Taylor;. This fic wouldn't exist without their support, enthusiasm, and eye for editing.

#sinners au #lukercy #mine #mine: fic #pjo #hoo #swearing //

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starglossie · 4 years ago

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title: stress relief rating: m tags: fwb / eventual relationships / humor + fluff / maybe angst most likely not word count: 7.3k+ chapters: 1/?

summary: oikawa is a law student on the verge of a burn out, and iwaizumi hajime just happens to know a really great way to relieve stress.

written for iwaoi week day two w/ prompts: university, fine arts, coffee shop.

can be read on ao3 or under the cut below!

Oikawa pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His eyes twitched. Sharp stabs of pain traveled up his temples. He squinted at his Macbook screen. He had put in a good amount of work with his outline for Contracts. So far, he’d managed to copy and reorganize his notes from lectures and his book into a cohesive skeleton. The topics were outlined in an organized fashion. He even had color coding.

His brain hurt something awful, though.

“It’s almost three a.m.,” he croaked. He’d been in the library all day attempting to gather his life together and get a work on his revision materials.

Usually, Oikawa was ahead of the game when it came to balancing doing homework and reviewing what he’d already learned. The past month and a half though had thrown him off his path and right off a cliff. He pinched at the bridge of his nose.

Every joint in his body ached. When he yawned, he felt the exhaustion really settle on his bones. Finals were coming up. About three months away. Oikawa was at the top of his class. Sitting dangerously uncomfortable at number one. He was no genius, though. He hadn’t climbed to the top on coattails and summer breezes.

No, he’d clawed his way up there. With gnarled teeth, snarled bone, and blood from his adversaries, caked underneath his nails. .

He rubbed his eyes and closed his computer. He wanted to cram in another section but the clock—screaming how close the sun was to coming up—and how little Oikawa had slept in the past three days were all too loud to ignore. Tonight would not be another night of self destruction, he decided.

“Up and at ‘em, Tooru.” Oikawa packed away his books, highlighter, book stand, and laptop, and put them in his bag. He reached for his coffee cup and opened up the lid. What met him was one feeble sip of a honey almond milk flat white. Oikawa frowned. “This is a top ten anime betrayal…” he grumbled as he brought the cup to his lips to down the last remnants of his hope, sanity, and bliss, all in one gulp.

Whoever said law school was an incredible experience filled with rewards and life-long lessons could get hit by a truck. Then a bus. Then eaten by a shark.

Oikawa had never been more stressed. While he was a competitive little gremlin who enjoyed putting in the work behind the scenes to show up on stage and outshine everyone and anyone—law school was incredibly taxing. Though that’s not really new. This semester, however, was taking the cake in taxes.

As he headed home to his off-campus apartment, Oikawa debated—not for the first time—the pros and cons of dropping out. Yes, he was in the spring semester of his second year. And he had stellar grades. He was on Law Review and his Note Topic he’d written on the harms of using purposefully difficult vocabulary to gatekeep legal knowledge was accepted to be published in next year’s journal. He was the lead attorney on his school’s Mock Trial team. And he was sexy. Objectively, life was grand.

Oikawa climbed up the metal steps on the side of his apartment building. They were slippery from the rain storm that had passed by earlier in the evening. Oikawa had forgotten his umbrella and raincoat, which had forced him to stay on campus later than usual to get his work done. No way he was lugging ten pound books, notes, and a computer all the way to the bus stop. His apartment was about an hour away on a good day, but when it rained, the campus-owned, 24-hour buses were even slower.

He yawned. His jaw popped. He wanted his bed so badly. His knees creaked as he climbed the three flights of stairs to his floor. The world smelled of post-rain. Where the wooden steps smelled of wet bark. And the earth smelled of dew.

“Fuck you, rain. If you hadn’t come by, I'd have been in bed earlier.” He had many grievances against Mother Nature to file. But he’d do that after he shoved some food in him and went to bed.

As he reached the top of the steps he spotted someone leaning against the balcony. He froze. He saw his neighbor step out of their open door, talking to the man on the balcony. The man leaning against the balcony was shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants. He had spiky black hair and a silver piercing hooped on the top of his right ear. From his view, Oikawa could see the beginning of a black tattoo on the man’s left shoulder. His neighbor was also just in sweats.

A small trail of smoke curled into the space between his neighbor and whoever his guest was. Oikawa couldn’t catch what they were saying, but heard the clicking of a lighter. The soft rush of an inhale from the stranger. Oikawa shouldn’t be looking at this. He didn’t particularly care what his neighbor got up to, or who he got into. And it was nearing four in the morning and Oikawa had a lecture in about seven hours. Sleep should have been more pressing.

Yet for some reason, he couldn’t move. He watched his neighbor laugh, then curl his hand around the back of his guest’s arm. Oikawa’s grip on his messenger bag strap tightened. His breath caught in a gulp as he watched his neighbor bend down real freaking close to his guest’s face. His neighbor’s eyes were closed until they weren’t. They opened slightly.

And they met Oikawa’s widened gaze point. Blank. Center.

Right then! He should really get going.

Oikawa double timed it to his door. Once he got the door, he opened his bag and fumbled around for his keys. God. Shit. Where were his keys?

“Just my luck,” he felt around in his bag and came up with pencils, markers, and a gum wrapper he really should have thrown out in a trash can instead of putting in his bag.

Then he felt his pockets and remembered, oh right. They were in his jacket. Feeling his cheeks redden, and his back get incredibly hot—were they looking at him? He sure hoped not. Oikawa wasn’t into watching people get it on in public. Or well, he could be. If drunk, and properly convinced, but he at the very least had to be participating in it.

Just as he found his keys and slipped them into the door, his neighbor called out to him.

“Yer back late, Oikawa. Books got ya by the balls?”

Oikawa’s loose grip transformed into a titan crunch. He turned the lock as he turned his head, putting on his award-winning fake smile. “Tsu-chan! Good morning!” Now, he got the chance to see Atsumu’s guest properly.

What the fuck? He’s so hot.

Maybe it was one of those ‘attractive people attract attractive people’ things Hanamaki had always told Oikawa about. Oikawa knew that intimately. Because he was attractive. And Atsumu, objectively, was attractive. Until he spoke, then he was ugly.

But this guy? Whoever he was? With his strong jawline, tanned skin, charcoal eyes, and dark eyebrows. Holding a cigarette between his lips. His gaze, that looked somewhat bored—barely interested—was zeroed in on Oikawa. With such an intensity it made Oikawa want to do terrible things, many he couldn’t quite name. This guy was stupid attractive. Way out of Atsumu’s league.

Maybe he was drunk and didn’t know better. That had to be it. It was the only logical conclusion.

“Don’t mind me!” Oikawa continued as he pushed open his door, “I’m about to head in and completely forget our meeting in favor of sleeping. For my sanity, you know.”

“Yeah?” Atsumu leaned against the railing. “Ya could have done that sooner, ya know. Instead ya chose to be a creep”

Oikawa popped his lips quite loudly, “Well! Someone was giving me a free show! Hard to ignore that when you’re sucking face outside my door.” He turned to Atsumu’s guest, “Tsu-chan brings the horrible out in me, sorry about that.”

Atsumu’s guest for the night barked out a laugh, “Yeah.” He took a long drag of his cigarette, then snuffed it on the railing. “I found that out pretty quickly, myself.”

“Not true!” Atsumu pouted, “I brought great things out of you tonight. Like yer pretty little moans and yer-”

Oikawa slammed the door to his apartment before he could hear something he really, really didn’t want to hear.

“Tooru, you look like roadkill.”

“Thank you so much, Kou-chan!” Oikawa threw his hands in the air. Loud enough to have a few heads turn. “I love when you point out all my insecurities and flaws in broad daylight.”

Suga beamed. “It helps keep your colon clean.” He poked Oikawa on the side.

“Ow!” Oikawa jumped from the touch. Suga snickered and slid into the seat opposite of him. They sat on two, plush white chairs in the large hallway of their law school building. Oikawa had camped out there with his laptop balanced on his knees right after class.

He liked working in direct sunlight. And these two chairs, surrounded by potted plants, always sat right in front of windows as tall as skyscrapers that welcomed all the sun and its glory.

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“I was in bed by 5 and up by 9 so technically 4 hours.”

“Technically?”

“Yeah,” Oikawa’s glasses slid down the slope of his nose as he typed away on his computer. “Technically. Because in bed doesn’t mean asleep. I probably entered REM around… 5:20? So really, I’m on about three hours of sleep. Unless you count the night before yesterday. Which my volleyball coach used to say the night before the night before was the most important night for resting before a big game because-”

“So you’re delirious,” Suga cut in. Oikawa glared up at him over the top of his computer monitor. Suga shrugged and reached for his phone. “I’m not wrong.”

Suga’s phone dinged and his fingers flew across the keyboard. Oikawa adjusted his glasses and closed his laptop. “Interesting how you’re suddenly all up in your phone when you’re with me but you know I die without constant attention?”

Suga kept texting, “RIP, my dear friend... I’ll speak at your funeral, I promise.”

Oikawa frowned. Suga was one of the few people in law school he genuinely liked. Suga was funny, friendly, and incredibly messy. He was entertaining to have around. He was also one of the few people willing to call Oikawa out on his bullshit. Which Oikawa always appreciated having around, even if he never vocalized it. And probably wouldn’t vocalize until maybe his funeral. Or at all.

“Rude and uncalled for!” Oikawa drummed his fingers on his laptop. He had practice for Mock Trial later that evening until about nine. His Law Review paper needed to go through another round of edits too. He also had to review his notes from lecture today and continue updating his outline. Oh, he should probably schedule in time to eat and sleep and poop too.

But when? With what free time?

Suga peeked up from his phone, “Wow,” Suga frowned, staring for a few seconds more. “You’re stressed,” he concluded.

Oikawa felt like he’d just gone under a microscope. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.” Oikawa turned his head as he heard his voice being called. A group of girls walking by had called out to him. He slapped on a smile and gave them a wave, while silently praying they didn’t come up to talk to him.

His prayers fell on deaf ears, apparently.

“Oikawa-senpai,” one of the underclassmen approached with two girls behind her. Oikawa vaguely knew her name. It started with a T. And that’s as far as he’d go with that. Her curly hair fell to her shoulders, and she wore a very bright red lipstick that somehow didn’t stain her teeth as she smiled bright and wide at Oikawa. “We wanted to know if you were coming to our class mixer this weekend.”

Ah right. Yes. A social life. He had to find time for that too.

“Where’s my personal invite, ladies?” Suga leaned forward in his seat, fixing a pout on his face. “I’m hurt! I’m wounded!”

The redhead behind the brunette laughed, “You’d come whether we invited you or not!”

“The mixer was your idea!” The dark-haired girl placed her hands on her hips.

Suga stuck out his tongue, “And it’s a good one.”

Oikawa couldn’t tell if it was the lack of sleep or not, but Suga was more hilarious than usual. He threw his head back and laughed, feeling the tiredness cling to the sound. He needed coffee. And a nap. At least thirty minutes. So he could be somewhat of a person to lead his team tonight.

He’d have to navigate these girls first, though. “Hmm, let me check my calendar! I’d love to come, but I want to make sure I don’t double book myself. I’ll text you?” Oikawa pulled out his phone and gave it a wave.

“Sounds good,” Tsumugi, that was her name. Tsumugi-chan smiled. “We’ll see you there, Oikawa-senpai! Sugawara-senpai!”

As the girls walked away, Oikawa turned his attention back to Suga. “I need coffee.”

“Oh, heck yes.” Suga jumped out of his seat. “I was waiting for you to say that. Let’s go! You need, like, seventy shots of caffeine inserted into your arm via IV at this rate.”

Oikawa packed up his stuff and slung his bag over his shoulder. He ran a hand through his messy hair and followed Suga out of the law building. “Okay, now you’re just exaggerating,” Oikawa said as they made their way to the bus stop. There was a local coffee shop in town about a ten-minute bus ride from the school. Most of the students went there for their midday breaks, coffee stops, or study sessions.

As the bus pulled up, Sugawara pulled out his wallet, as did Oikawa. He took out his bus card as he climbed the steps and swiped in. “Am I? Or am I telling you the truth, as I should, because I’m your bestest friend.”

“You’re more of a best pal,” Oikawa quipped as he scanned his bus card and followed Suga to the middle of the row. The bus was pretty empty. A few people were scattered in different seats, so it wasn’t hard to find two open ones. They clambered into a pair of seats in the back, elevated above the other seats. “A trusted comrade in arms, even.”

“Thank you so much,” Sugawara drawled. He claimed the window seat. Oikawa took the middle seat. Their knees bumped as the bus crawled from the stop and headed down the road. They passed buildings and people. On the way to the coffee shop Oikawa and Sugawara discussed the upcoming mixer.

“How do you have the energy to plan a party and study?” Oikawa took off his glasses to clean them with the hem of his shirt. He held up the glasses, squinting. Were they still smudged? A tad. So he went right back to cleaning. “I don’t even try to kid myself anymore. I don’t even pretend to act like I still have the social battery for that stuff.”

Suga was still on his phone. Type type typing away. Oikawa was a nosy bitch. And wanted to know who had sucked up all of Suga’s attention when he was in the almighty presence of Oikawa Tooru. So, because he knew he could, Oikawa leaned forward. Pressing his shoulder against Suga’s so he could get a better peak at his friend’s phone. All he managed to catch was a D for the contact photo and one flirty bitmoji before Suga’s fist connected right into his nose.

“Ow!” Oikawa fell back into the chair. Bumping and jostling around with the bus. His nose ached something awful. Bright red and stinging. He cupped his bruised nose and scowled. “That was rude! That was a tort! I’m taking you to court!”

“That was self defense, and I’d win that court case hands down.” Suga looked so fucking pleased with himself. The gremlin. “Who said you could look at my phone? An invasion of privacy is a tort, too.”

“We should have never gone to law school,” God, hearing himself and Suga talk about law related things in a casual, joking context made him want to hurl. Thankfully, the bus rolled up to the coffee shop in time. And that cut their conversation short as they stumbled out of the bus and went inside.

Their coffee shop was creatively named: Coffee. With a giant coffee cup sign that lit up past midnight on the weekends. Oikawa had asked the owner about that once and the owner had told him it was intentional. A sort of beacon, or a northern guiding light, for all the grad students up late doing work.

“Y’all don’t know the first thing about self care,” the owner, Osamu, said as he gave Oikawa Tooru, the moth that had followed the bright light of his sign, a decaf green tea latte with almond milk and an onigiri on the house. “So I figured lemme at least give y'all a pick me up before you crash several hours later. Which by the way, go to bed.”

Osamu was great. And after that, Oikawa made an effort to not only visit his cafe at the ass crack of night.

“I’ll grab us a table,” Suga said, motioning over to a circular table by a window. “Coffee on you?”

“You’re just grabbing the table to get out of ordering the coffee,” Oikawa said but he reached into his bag anyway for his wallet.

“Bingo!” Suga winked and without any more shame, sauntered over to the table before anyone else could claim it.

If Suga wasn’t so pretty and charming and a gremlin, Oikawa wouldn’t fall for his tune.

Oikawa went to the register. He searched for any signs of Osamu but found a worker at the coffee machine instead. The worker had short, cropped black hair but what it looked like fully was hidden by the black cap on his head. Oikawa drummed his card against the counter as he waited.

“Hi!” he called out. The worker turned his head and then, suddenly, Oikawa was punched in the gut.

Holy shit. It was him.

Oikawa had no idea that Atsumu’s hook up worked at Coffee. Nor that he would see him so soon. Atsumu’s hook up regarded him for a minute, before realization washed over his face. Oikawa’s breath caught in his throat as the man’s lips slowly pulled into a lopsided smirk.

“Long time no see,” Oikawa frantically dropped his gaze to the man’s name tag.

Iwaizumi.

“What can I get you?”

Iwaizumi.

“... You good, dude?”

“Right!” Oikawa jumped to attention. God, he hated this. Why was he so flustered? He’s seen hot people before. Fuck, he was one of the hot people. A random man (Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi) shouldn’t have him so off balance. “I’m good. I’m coffee.”

“You’re… coffee?” and now Oikawa wanted nothing more than to obliterate on the spot. Iwaizumi looked more amused than put out. In hindsight, that was probably a good sign. In current sight, Oikawa wanted to cease being in existence. “Then I’m tea.”

Oikawa snorted despite himself. His ears burned red at the tips. “Hilarious. Thank you for joking along and not making me feel like a dumbass.”

“That’s what I’m paid for.” Iwaizumi rested his hands on the counter. “So how can I help you, Coffee?” Oikawa caught a flash of his tattoo from his rolled up sleeves. He wondered what the full sleeve was? He wondered how big or small it was? If it had taken him hours in one sitting to get done or if he’d finished it between multiple trips? He wondered if his ears had hurt when he’d got them pierced. He wondered if Atsumu already knew all of this.

He wondered why he was wondering any of this at all.

“Can I get a chai latte and hazelnut iced coffee?”

“To go?”

“For here. I’m with a friend.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes trailed over Oikawa’s shoulder. He dragged them back once he found whatever it was he was searching for. “A study date?” he asked, punching in Oikawa’s order into the machine.

“Something like that,” Oikawa quipped, then suddenly, “but platonically!” he had no idea why he felt the urge to add that on. “We’re platonically… studying, together.”

Iwaizumi fixed Oikawa with a long, flat stare. Oikawa, not for the first time, wondered why he was blessed and cursed with a horribly beautiful mouth. He was going to be a lawyer for fuck’s sake! Why was he so nervous speaking to a stranger? He had to get it together.

Finally, like daybreak coming after a long night, Iwaizumi huffed. “That’s good to know.” Thank God he didn’t find Oikawa strange. “That’ll be 1400 yen.”

They completed the transaction. Iwaizumi reached for a plastic cup and a black sharpie. He hesitated, and then glanced up at Oikawa. “Should I write your name as Coffee or do you go by something else?”

“It’s Oikawa,” Oikawa felt a surge of something akin to hunger. A desire to hear his name spoken on this man’s tongue. Just once. “Oikawa Tooru. But,” he added quickly. “You can just say Oikawa.”

“O-i-ka-wa,” Iwaizumi’s enunciation of his name did something awful to Oikawa. He felt like he’d been struck by lightning and was rushing down a steep hill all at the same time. He watched Iwaizumi’s fingers intensely as he marked up the two cups. He noticed that Iwaizumi wore rings. Two silver bands. One on his index finger and one on his thumb. Oikawa had a sudden urge to stroke his thumb over them several times.

God, what was wrong with him?

“I’ll call you when it’s finished.”

“Thanks.” The word felt wrong on his tongue. He wanted to say something more, but wasn’t quite sure what. Did he even need to say anything at all?

Oikawa went back to Suga. Who was still, surprise surprise, on his phone when Oikawa sat down.

“Okay, spill,” Suga raised his head as Oikawa sat down and fixed him with a curious gaze. “Who are you texting? Who's the D? A dick appointment?”

Suga threw his head back and laughed, a blush staining his cheeks. “No! I mean, his dick is great and I’ve had several appointments with it since we’ve met…”

“Incredible!” Oikawa clapped. “I’m so glad one of us is getting laid,” he said with all the fake sincerity he could drizzle onto his words. “Who is he? To circle back to my question!”

“Why are you so in my business?” Suga retorted. “Who’s the cute barista you were chatting up, huh? Let’s get into that.”

“I’m cross-examining you here. Not the other way around!”

“Let’s call it a plea bargain,” Suga grinned.

“God,” Oikawa slid into his chair. “I hate this. Can we stop using legal terms when we chat? Can we be normal for five minutes?”

“Never,” Suga crossed his legs and played with the ripped part of his rubber phone case. “I think it’s become a coping mechanism now. We make so many law school jokes because if we’re not joking, we’re crying.”

That was far too real. Oikawa had to give him that. They kept going on in circles about Suga’s mystery D while they waited for their coffee orders. After an aggressive line of questioning, Suga finally relented and told Oikawa that he was talking to a guy named Sawamura Daichi. Daichi was an older guy Suga had met out one night when he was clubbing. According to Suga, Daichi made a living as a bodyguard for some CEO.

“His abs,” Suga’s mouth had a little drool on the corner, “they were so solid. I could build a four story house on them they were so stable and delicious and-”

“I can’t believe it’s not even demon hours and I’m sitting here hearing you objectifying poor Daichi-kun.”

“Hey!” Suga sat up in his chair. He pointed an accusatory finger at Oikawa, who stuck his tongue out playfully in return. “He told me I could objectify him if I wanted to. Since it’d only be fair ‘cause he kept talking about my ass like it was-”

“Here’s your order.”

Iwaizumi placed their coffees on the table. Oikawa’s heart skipped several beats. Suga made a quick grab for his coffee and cupped it in the palms of his hands.

“Oh, I thought you were going to call us when it’s done?” Oikawa wanted to find another place to land his gaze. Like the plants hanging above their heads or the way Suga slurped his coffee like he’d been dehydrated for days. Instead, he kept his eyes on Iwaizumi. He played with the brim of his hat as he spoke.

“You looked busy with your conversation. Didn’t want to interrupt that.”

“Ah, were you checking us out then?” Oikawa felt like such an ass. Flirting with people while they were on the job was such a scummy move. Why did he do that? Why couldn’t he have started flirting once Iwaizumi got off the clock.

Wait no. Why did he even want to flirt at all?

“I’m s-” he went to speak, but Iwaizumi was quicker.

“I was. But just you.”

Oikawa’s mouth hung open. Suga took an incredibly long sip of his coffee. Slurping loud enough to break the sound barrier. Iwaizumi smirked and turned on his heel, walking away to the counter to tend to a customer that had just entered.

Once he was gone, Oikawa heard Suga start cackling.

“Oh my God. You’re a disaster!” Suga had to put his cup down because it would jostle too much from how hard he was laughing. Oikawa’s lips pulled into a deep frown. Suga making fun of him was completely unwarranted! Was he disastrous at that moment? Yes. Did it need to be ridiculed? It could be—but not here.

“Don’t laugh!” Oikawa hissed. “Stop it,” he hissed again. But Suga just took one look at Iwaizumi who was talking to a customer and lost it all over again. “You’re the worst!” Oikawa flipped Suga off.

Suga flipped him off right back, “If you come back here to awkwardly flirt and panic around the hot barista again please alert me. I must know.”

Oikawa reached for his coffee and hoped the cold from his iced coffee would cool him down. And if he happened to steal glances at the cute barista who also, apparently, had slept with Atsumu Miya (for why?), then what of it?

At some point, the words on Oikawa’s screen began to blur together. He pinched the bridge of his nose underneath his glasses. God, he was tired. He was so tired. This past week had been so hectic. His computer had a day after his coffee run with Suga. So he had to resort to handwritten notes for three days. His fingers still cramped from how furiously he’d taken notes to make sure he got all the important information down. Suga was a godsend and had made an extra sheet of notes for Oikawa for their classes. So tonight, after he’d gotten his computer back, he was able to make a fresh sheet to put everything together.

Mock Trial had been a disaster this week, too. His team's been doing so well at first. Moving smoothly from openings to direct examination, but once they’d started practicing their cross-examinations, everything had gone downhill. The witnesses had forgotten their stories and the attorneys couldn’t keep their line of questioning straight enough to get through the important parts. Oikawa had told them to call it early that night. Start fresh again tomorrow. He could still see the frustrated and disappointed looks of his teammates as they’d filtered out of the classroom one by one.

He still felt the tinge of failure on his skin. Etched and caked so deep down, no amount of scrubbing could get it out. If his team failed, it was a reflection of him as a captain. He had to rework their strategy. Figure out a way to get his team back on track and confident enough to kill it at upcoming competitions.

But God, if Oikawa wasn’t on the very precipice of burn out right now.

Oikawa Tooru didn’t like to burn out. Well, who really did, right? Oikawa specifically hated knowing the crash and burn was coming. It always started slow. With irritation and clipped remarks. With not being able to focus for long periods of time. With indulgences becoming more and more gluttonous compared to a reward for hard work. Oikawa liked efficiency. He liked being on top of things. He liked being high functioning and even higher performing.

Of course, burn out was natural. You work at something so long, so rigorously, and without putting on the breaks—you wipe out. His therapist had encouraged him to seek self care. And while Oikawa had nodded and smiled and said “You got it, Doc!” he had not performed an ounce of self care since his last session three weeks ago.

He glanced at the clock on his computer screen. It read, in a rather gentle voice: 2:05 am.

He didn’t have class tomorrow, thankfully. But he did have to go into his internship to represent a client.

Oikawa shut his computer. He should go to sleep. That would be self care, right? Choosing himself over his work? But he had so much to do. He wasn’t on the ball with any of his tasks.

But sleep was persistent. He rubbed his eyes. The world was a bit blurry. “Okay, Tooru,” Oikawa made the executive decision then and there that sleep was a necessity. “Let’s go to sleep and be a normal person.”

Once Oikawa reached the top of his apartment steps, he smelled cigarette smoke. His heart raced a little. Wondering, if maybe, where the smoke was—there would also be fire.

Iwaizumi leaned against the railing. This time, in a t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the shoulder and a pair of jeans. His face turned towards the city. Illuminated by the soft glow of the buzzling lamp light hanging above his head. Oikawa gripped the strap of his bag. He wondered if he should say hi. They knew of each other, right? A greeting shouldn’t be too crazy.

“Hi hi!” Oikawa waved. His voice cracked. Ah shit.

Iwaizumi turned his head slowly. The light at the end of his cigarette glowed, a lazy firefly that could barely keep its light on. He raised an eyebrow—the one with a small gap in the brow, and then smiled. With a bit of teeth. And this time, from where Oikawa could see him standing, he could finally get a good look at Iwaizumis’ tattoo. On his shoulder, down to his forearm, linkedin thick black lines were leaves that spiraled down Iwaizumi’s arms like ivy vines. They curled and looped around an inked sword that went straight down Iwaizumi’s arm. Oikawa’s fingers twitched. He wanted to outline the shape of Iwaizumi’s tattoo with the tip of his fingers for hours.

“Oh, hey.” Iwaizumi gave a small wave himself. “We meet again. You worked late?”

“Unfortunately,” Oikawa brushed his hair back. His glasses slipped down his nose slightly. “Law school work is piling up, as all.”

“Ah, right.” Iwaizumi took a long drag of his cigarette. Then exhaled. “Osamu was telling me about that. How you law students come into his shop at the ass hours of the night, looking like zombies, begging for some caffeine to make it through the day.” Another drag. Another exhale. “Sounds stressful.”

Oikawa chuckled, but it was void of any humor. “Stressful doesn’t even describe the half of it.”

“Yeah?” Iwaizumi said. “Well, let’s hear it.”

Huh? Oikawa blinked several times. Rapidly as his brain scrambled to catch up with what Iwaizumi had offered. An opportunity to converse more. Why in the world did that make Oikawa feel so… so… excited?

“You sure?” Oikawa took one small step for progress, one giant leap towards his devastation. Until he stood right beside Iwaizumi. They both looked out towards the city scape. The night was dotted with the lights of homes still awake. With people still up. With the stars covered by the darkened clouds hanging above the city. “I’m sure Tsu-chan will be out here any minute looking for you. And if you couldn’t tell from last time, me and him don’t get along. It might be a brawl.”

“I like brawls,” Iwaizumi reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a cigarette. “You smoke?”

Oikawa shook his head, “No. It burns my lungs and I rather like my lungs.”

“Understood.” A beat later, “You want me to put mine out?”

“No, you can keep smoking. I don’t mind it.”

Iwaizumi nodded. “Alright then. Go off, as the kids say.”

“The kids?” Oikawa scrunched his nose up. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-five. You?”

“Also twenty-five. But I don’t make a habit of talking like I’m fifty.”

“It’s not for everyone,” Iwaizumi said. Okay, excellent. He had wit and humor. Oikawa wouldn’t be bored, at least.

“You really want to hear me complain about school?” Oikawa could name seven other things he’d rather do than listen to someone go on about school, especially if he wasn’t in school himself. Wait, was Iwaizumi in school? Oikawa furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you do?”

“Two questions at once, very lawyer-y of you.” Oikawa scowled, which, apparently, Iwaizumi found hilarious, because he laughed. It was a husky, low sort of chuckle. That scraped at the corners of Oikawa’s sanity, right to the bone. He felt a burn, similar to the inhale of a cigarette, glow in the root of his chest. “To answer your second question first: I work at the coffee shop, but you knew that already. I’m also in school, so yes. To answer your first question,” Iwaizumi’s cigarette butt lit up like a firefly in the night. “I’m interested.”

He was interested. He was interested. Oikawa was transfixed on Iwaizumi and the light of his cigarette. On the rough way Iwaizumi spoke yet delivered his words so carefully. As if Oikawa was someone important, and as such deserved to be treated with tenderness. Oikawa’s lips pulled into a small grin despite himself. Slowly turning into a devil’s grin, a mischievous curl at the ends.

“Promise you won’t get bored?”

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow, the one with the gap, before matching Oikawa’s smile. “Only if you promise to keep me entertained.” he replied, with a crooked grin and smoke trailing out on his exhale.

Oikawa’s heart stuttered.

Iwaizumi stared at Oikawa for a long time. Oikawa held back the urge to flinch. His mouth felt dry from how much he had talked. Just talked. On and on and on about the few highs and many lows of law school. It was weird. Oikawa usually didn’t talk about his struggles. Not because he wanted to pretend like he had it all together, because he didn’t. All he did was try, and try his best, and then do better than his best, and then keep polishing and working and fine-tuning his progress until he got the results he wanted.

He knew he wasn’t a genius. He knew he wasn’t a prodigy. But he knew he was the epitome of hard work. He knew his strengths, and capitalized on those to make up for his weaknesses. He sharpened his weaknesses so if they were to ever come to light, he could navigate them with ease. He worked relentlessly and restlessly to rise above. His rankings showed that. His test results showed that. His current social position at school showed that. His work reflected that.

There was a price to pay for all that success, however.

Oikawa's shoulders were tense all the time. He hadn’t gotten proper sleep in two weeks. He was more irritable (than usual, which to Suga was very surprising as he thought Oikawa couldn’t get any more irritable). His focus and concentration were slipping and falling through his fingers like sand. He hated it. He hated being burned out. His eyes burned. His shoulders felt heavy. In this moment, as he expelled all his frustrations over Mock Trial, how he felt like a failure of a captain to his team, of the pressures of balancing life and work and everything--how he just wanted to turn himself off for a few days--everything had just come out.

And Iwaizumi listened through it all. Without judgment. Without pressure. A force of nature that said, so quietly and present like the vapor trail of smoke that had long since gone out from Iwaizumi’s cigarette, I’m here.

Oikawa could have cried. But if he did, it wouldn't be around a (hot) stranger.

“So that’s…” Oikawa said, curling his fingers around the railing, “my story!” He managed a brilliant smile. That didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I didn’t bore you after all, right?”

Iwaizumi shook his head, “Nah. You were good. I was entertained,” and those words had no right making Oikawa shiver. But they did. And he’d blame it on the cold, early morning instead of the heat twisting in his gut.

“I think it’s only appropriate I ask if you need to vent, too,” Oikawa motioned towards the door leading to Atsumu’s apartment. “Unless, uh, you need to get back there. To Atsumu.” He wrinkled his nose. “Though if you ever need to vent about that, I’m all ears.”

“Nah, he’s asleep. I’m in no rush,” Iwaizumi said. Then a beat after he added, “You guys don’t get along.”

“We’re like two dumpster cats fighting over the last fish bone. Though I’m the prettier, fluffier, less smelly dumpster cat.” Oikawa said.

Iwaizumi threw his head back and laughed. The sound was glorious. Rich, deep, beautiful. Oikawa’s gut twisted. “He said something similar, that’s so funny. You guys are kind of the same,” Iwaizumi wiped at the corner of his eyes.

Oikawa gasped, like he was electrocuted. “We are not! Take it back, Iwaizumi Coffee Shop Worker and Student!”

“Now what the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know your full name.”

“Would you like to?”

Suddenly, Iwaizumi was very, very close.

A stutter in a heartbeat. “I-I. Well.” Oikawa licked his lips, dropping his gaze to Iwaizumi’s mouth and then shooting it back up to Iwaizumi’s eyes. “If you’d like.”

Iwaizumi tilted his head, eyes remained glued on Oikawa. His gaze, unlike Oikawa’s, was slow to crawl down to Oikawa’s lips. As if he was trailing the tip of his finger down the slope of Oikawa’s nose, to the curves of Oikawa’s lips, to touch and to feel. Oikawa sucked in a sharp breath. His grip on the rail tightened. Iwaizumi’s eyes widened slightly, then he smirked.

“I’d like,” came out slowly. “You can know my full name. It’s Iwaizumi Hajime.”

Iwaizumi Hajime.

“Yours?” Iwaizumi continued. Still so close. Still so hyper focused on Oikawa.

“Oikawa-” Oikawa exhaled heavily through his nose, “Oikawa Tooru.”

“Oikawa Tooru,” Iwaizumi repeated. Oikawa had never enjoyed hearing his name from someone else until this moment. The buzzing light above them flickered. The cars below them drove on and on. The lights were dimming from the windows of houses going to sleep. The world was going, and turning, and sleeping, and staying awake, and here was Oikawa talking to Iwaizumi Hajime against the railing with his apartment a few feet away.

He liked it.

He liked this moment, a lot.

“Thank you for listening,” Oikawa said quietly into the small space between them.

Iwaizumi’s eyes searched Oikawa’s face. He rubbed at one of his rings. “You want some advice?”

Oikawa snorted, “If it doesn’t involve dropping out of law school to join a circus or a pyramid scheme, I’m not sure I want to hear it.”

“No, it’s nothing that dramatic.” Oikawa wanted to say that his escape plans were not dramatic and instead well-thought-out when Iwaizumi kept going, “You need a stress relief.”

“That’s what my therapist said, too. I’ve yet to do that, but I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe that’s because you haven’t found an option for stress relief that’s…” Iwaizumi leaned forward, “worth your time.”

“Yeah?” Oikawa asked, completely oblivious. “Like what?”

Iwaizumi’s hand rested on the nape of Oikawa’s neck. It was the hand with his rings. Their coldness pressed against Oikawa’s skin, making him shiver. Iwaizumi was now consuming Oikawa’s space. Enough that, if Oikawa dared. If he tried. He could lean forward. He could lean forward and-

Iwaizumi kissed him.

Oikawa’s eyes slowly grew and grew, until they were the size of Jupiter’s moons. Iwaizumi’s eyes weren’t closed either. They were narrowed, taking him in. As his mouth gently pressed against Oikawa’s. The kiss was a bolt of fire, a blaze of lightning. Oikawa’s fingers twitched on the railing. He inhaled, and Iwaizumi pulled back.

For a second, neither of them moved. The cars kept going, and distantly Oikawa could hear someone’s alarm going off. The light above them kept buzzing and buzzing but everything was so faint. Everything was so, so damn faint.

But Oikawa could feel the cold metal of Iwaizumi’s rings still on his neck. Present and overwhelming.

Oikawa’s nostrils flared, “Iwaizumi Hajime?” His voice cracked.

Iwaizumi smirked, “That’s me. And my suggestion? You need to get laid. And my offer?” Iwaizumi pulled his hand until his palm cupped Oikawa’s cheek. And his thumb, the one with the ring on it, traced the lines of Oikawa’s bottom lip. Oikawa felt delirious and ready to pass out and was on the verge of exploding. “I’m a real good stress reliever.”

Oikawa’s brain shut down. At that very moment. He forgot what it was like to have rational thoughts that didn’t revolve around sex and Iwaizumi Hajime and wondering what it would be like to taste his lips again and how smoke had never tasted so good until Iwaizumi Hajime had kissed him and how Oikawa might get addicted to nicotine if kissing Iwaizumi, just lips along, was like that and-

“You in?” Iwaizumi’s soft question broke through Oikawa’s inner disaster of a monologue. “If not, that’s okay. I can also be here to listen, too. I just thought, y’know. You’re not ugly, and I think we’re attracted to each other, so I figured...” Iwaizumi pulled his hand away to scratch at his nose. He looked a little shy now. The audacity of this man to look sheepish after pulling off such a bold stunt like that.

“No,” Oikawa blurted out. Iwaizumi’s face shifted into shock. “No, I mean-Yes. Yes, I’m in.”

What happened next, Oikawa never anticipated. Iwaizumi’s face morphed from shock to utter delight. His eyebrows arched to his hairline. Three little crinkles formed in the corner of his eyes, closed with content. As he smiled, brilliantly, with the tip of his nose reddening just a bit. He was adorable. He was so fucking adorable. Oikawa was going to die. He was going to die and Iwaizumi would be his cause of death, this much he was sure.

“That’s good. I’m glad.” Iwaizumi tugged on Oikawa’s bag strap, pulling him forward. Oikawa stumbled a bit, making an ‘oof’ at the sudden gesture. Iwaizumi leaned his head up and gone was his boyish charm, his utter delight.

Now he had become a predator, and Oikawa was his prey.

“Wanna relieve some stress right now?”

Oikawa never liked being prey. Never enjoyed the thrill of being hunted. But under Iwaizumi’s gaze, dark and filled with playful mischief—filled with promises he intended to keep. Oikawa’s mind went to a million places at once. All of them were filthy. All of them were wonderful.

Oikawa fell. He wrapped his arms around Iwaizumi’s hips, his fingers digging in as confirmation. His own smile was wicked and sharp and full of wanting. “Only if you promise to make it worth my while.”

“I intend to.”

#iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu #my fics

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glopratchet · 4 years ago

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astryl-wondering

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against the night You give a curt nod to the captain and wait The curses and barbs of the journey pester my thoughts as my second leads buildings The city of beetriot persisting unchanging through day and night You watch the landscape change Half the platoon extinguish their cigars against the dead wood The city of beEtriot glittering lights that illuminate the hauntingly empty avenues Of course, The city of beEtrioT's brusk manner and tendency for violent action compelled you to spend most of your time You stare glumly into

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lexiehewitt7 · 5 years ago

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Paddle Board Fishing Guide

This summer you caught all sorts of waves with your stand-up paddle board in the United Kingdom, right? It’s time for dinner now! Just think about how many fish you will catch when a big boat is on its way. No engine noises mean more fish on your deck. No engine noises. If you and your mates want to mix things together, the best hobby you ever heard about is fishing paddle board. Fishing experience is not available? Fear not. Fear not. The paddle board rental team is here to guide you on how, where and when to build your first line. If you are a pro-fisherman on a boat but you have to help turn your skills into a inflatable paddle board, we will cover this too.

Chat with anyone with fishing paddle board experience. They’re going to say you need skill and the right tools to catch a big one. Without the right bait and little knowledge of the area you probably won’t catch anything. It is important that you load your line with the specific foods that you want to eat in your area, whether you work with live bait or lures. After you have found your perfect bait, and dig your pole out of the wardrobe, it’s time to dress your paddle board. Don’t get us wrong, without a pole and a hook it is possible to SUP trout. Yet barebones are the hardest way to go. Fishing paddle board is much easier than other sports when you invest in the equipment you need.

Think about it. Think about it. Where are you going to store your fish? What about the bait live? Like on a plane, your response is better. The Cooler Deck Bag paddle board rental is the perfect solution to this issue. It straps easily to your package and is sufficiently wide to store your catch and some drinks. You don’t know what you’re missing until you try out a rod holder. If you go out with more than one fishing pole, or just want to break your arms, a rod holder is all about making the difference. In our online store, every fishing accessory easily connects to all Pakaloa and Pakaloa boards. To make the most of your time on the water, we build all our equipment and boards. Pakaloa sets you up for a SUPing summer from the easy-to-use travel bag through to the incredible rate of booyancy.

Every element of your fishing experience is affected by the water. Freshwater, saltwater and brackish all need different tactics to get this trophy fish on shore. Before you start your board this summer, do your homework on your local waterway fish. You should know a few things, if you launch your board at one of the saltwater fishing sites. To begin with, it is clever to learn about the tidal currents in your town. The current direction does not always correspond with the tides, especially in inlets and channels. In any fishermen’s arsenal, marine charts are a great resource. Freshwater fishing calls for another approach. Like the saltwater fishing marine maps, freshwater fishing can be monitored by moon , sun and weather patterns. Freshwater fish travel and feed in the bright sunlight differently, compared to a rainy season. Due to these variations in behaviour, it is important to investigate the effect of weather on sea life. Chat with some experts at your local sports shop and browse the fishing columns online. Simple research like this saves unbelievable sums of time and money. Fishing can be a cheap hobby with the right knowledge and equipment. Many intelligent people across the world have clever ways to optimise your SUP while fishing. A smaller vessel has no less catches to say! Simple tricks may offer multiple purposes to one device.

Control Your SUP for catching some fish It is much less complicated to operate your paddleboard without fishing gear. If a paddle and a pole and a tackle box are present, balance and control are important. Control your paddle: Take a loop and tie it around your waist on the end of a three-foot rope. Place one loop through the other so that the paddle rests on the board from your waist. Taking your paddle up and down again can pull you out faster than anything else. Control your board: wrap an 8-foot-rope around the centre of your board and lock the other end of the board. This is an easy way to keep your board close as you wad through the water.

You need a lot of equipment, to make the most of SUP fishing, but we hope you save your camera some space. Give us a shot of your prize catch to share with the rental group of the paddle board. See our Facebook and Instagram for more interesting ways to use your paddle board. While we can promise that you won’t get enough SUP, activities like SUP kayaking, aqua yoga and surfing are an excellent way to spend your day. We want to hear from you if you want to know more or have some SUP fishing tips to share. Use the following fields to contact us.

6 Fishing tips on your iSUP And your iSUP was just perfect for exploring and relaxing. Catch a wave or catch your meal, paddle boards! Yeah, you read that right, cheesiness and all. You read that right. With a little know-how and direction, you are primed for your next iSUP adventure. We will discuss the advantages and drawbacks of this fishing approach along with how this role should be handled.

Excellent visibility to see the fish in the water Nice full-body workout Easy to navigate and reach the narrow waterways Cons from your iSUP Fishing: Be careful of underwater obstacles (e.g. rocks and oysterbars) Good balance is important (wave action or a powerful fish can throw you away from your game) Fishing Tips from your I I This makes your fishing pole(s) ready to cast easy to access. Every time you finish paddling it will be pretty frustrating to bend down and take your pole. Tip: Screw your cooler’s PVC tube to an simple DIY solution. Tip:

Wading is an option — Wad in the waters to establish anchor when you are fishing in shallow waters and caught a big one. If the fish is big, they will drag you right across the school and frighten the fish. Not healthy. Tip: Bring a couple of tennis boots or old shoes along.

Board Power-Hold the waist and the other end of the board in the 6-10 foot chain. You can easily pull the board back in your direction when you wad in the water. Control Paddle-Tie a loop to each end of a three-foot rope and wrap it around the tail to position one loop over the other. This allows the paddle to rest on the board from the loop on your waist. A lot of movement from picking up your paddle becomes exhausting and frightens fish. Tip: You should keep your pole by one hand and use the paddle to back-paddle through the loop if you catch a fish.

Getting the right accessories is just as important as your technique. Anchor: Carry an anchor and change its rope to the depth. Anchor: You may want to remain in position without using your paddle constantly if you find a nice spot. Water / food: Duh. Water / food. You will have a toll on the water and the sun for long days. First aid kit: just one basic one. You never know what’s going to happen when you play with hooks. And the pros do crashes. Hat: Does the best job, so you can see the fish, by keeping the sun from your eyes. Pliers: Keep a pair around your neck on a lanyard. Everyone is a little shy on the water and it stops them from falling in. Tape measure: When you are trying to catch your meal, have a tape measure or a ruler on hand to see if it is enough to carry. Ask for a ride: If you are thinking of a great fishing spot, but it is very offshore, ask someone to drop you away. This is not the case to overestimate your performance, paddleboarding is tired. There are many friendly guides or boat people who will drive you out in the morning and get you in the evening. By paddling dark, dangerous waters, you can waste a lot of time and resources. The good news is that paddle boards are so buoyant and stable that the learning curve can be conquered relatively quickly. The key reason for iSUP fishing is the incredible view of the fish. Better than any kayak or plane, trust us. The SUP is as quiet as a canoe, but the view is far higher than that (you see the fish before they see you). It is no better than creeping on lovely red, fruit or snook. You will also have access to small rivers that are off-limits to all other watercraft. Remember that the fastest and fuel-efficient trip in town is to catch a huge fish on your paddle board!

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