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You Can't Swim??

SUMMARY: The Octotrio don't know that you have never learned to swim. And you went to a beach. What could go wrong? WORD COUNT: 1.9k (I need to sleep)

WARNINGS: Floyd almost let you drown, reader kind of gets panic attacks? Idk (I'm the writer I should know, someone hit me), reader thinks about whacking Floyd, Azul is genuinely in love, Azul is also very traumatized I think, Azul overthinks A/N: Gotta love how I have no warnings about Jade I- Gotta love getting a fic idea about me being unable to swim- And I've had this thought swimming (lol) in my thoughts for a couple of days?? Idk if reader is the significant other of these guys or just besties. I think it leans toward s/o though This reads like a crack fic to me but honestly make sure you know how to swim so you don't die (i don't but that's not the point here) Maybe OOC Jade because he hides himself too well for me to get an accurate read on personality lmfao When Jade is genuinely sweet but the others are unhinged so naturally the unhinged ones are longer- I'm sorry I get no decent ideas for Jade </3 Another late late night post (it's 1:50 AM)

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You had never learned to swim. It wasn't that you were afraid, really. It was just that you had passed the age where people normally learned, and now you were too lazy to and/or didn't have enough time. Whatever excuse to stop a nagging person.

Now, this wouldn't have been a problem if you never went anywhere near bodies of water. Which you mostly didn't. However, knowing merfolk was not the best idea if you didn't know how to swim.

Now you have gone to the beach with him, and that probably wasn't the best idea for either of you.

Floyd Leech

You had been sitting on the beach near the water, absently looking over some shells as Floyd splashed around deeper in the ocean. The shells really were interesting - nothing like the ones where you had come from (although they had some similarities) and were colorful. So many shapes and varieties, although most were not intact.

You had been so engrossed in this, in fact, that you hadn't realized Floyd had been sneaking up on you. Before you could say another word, he playfully dragged you into the water. While you were fully clothed.

You weren't expecting to go into the water, but you should've known better with Floyd. He was playful and loved to do stuff like this. Usually if Azul was around, he'd have done something… But he wasn't here.

Before you knew it, you were deeper in the ocean than you ever had been before, courtesy to the teal-haired boy swimming and dragging you along. You flailed around a bit, eyes wide in panic. You were, quite honestly, terrified. And it obviously didn't help when Floyd just immediately let you go.

Was he an idiot or was he an idiot?

"Floyd-" You got out before coughing as water shot up your nose, still flailing miserably. It didn't work. You didn't know what to do. Surely, Floyd would help… If he realized what was going on. No matter what you thought, he was bright, wasn't he?

Not bright enough, it seemed, as he was still laughing and not realizing how actually panicked you were.

"Koebi-chan, you look so ridiculous like that," he laughed, almost in hysterics, and you would've smacked him if you weren't so close to actually dying.

And then you sunk.

Your desperate attempts to go to the surface were pointless as you didn't even know how to float or move around in the water.

After a few seconds, Floyd finally noticed you were gone and quickly dove under the surface. Maybe you were trying to get him back?

But his gaze immediately widened as he saw you literally sinking to the ocean floor. His eel tail moved quickly, almost without thinking as he shot to grab you and take you up, up, up so you could actually breathe.

When you came to, you were on the sandy beach again, Floyd leaning over you. His eyes, normally filled with a joking light, were unusually subdued.

"Koebi-chan, why didn't you tell me you couldn't swim?" A pout grew on Floyd's face. "If I knew, I wouldn't have-"

"Yes you would have. We would still be here, just having a different conversation."

"But-"

"No buts."

"I would've made it more fun-"

"Drowning in the ocean is the opposite of fun, Floyd-"

~Bonus because I don't know how to fit one into the story~ "I can teach you how to swim. You just go whoo and let your body move. Y'know. Like dancing." "No, I don't know, Floyd, and this is not going to help me with anything-"

Jade Leech

Jade had been spending his time on the beach with you, but you were almost certain that he wanted to be swimming in the ocean. It was his natural element, after all.

"Jade, you sure you don't want to go in the water?"

"I'm fine staying here with you, [Y/N]." He gave you a soft smile.

You shook your head. "We've come all the way here, you might as well go swim." You gave him a gentle nudge.

"Well, I'd like you to come with me, if that is possible?" He watched you quietly. "You never go swimming with me."

You paused. Although it was sweet that he wanted you to go with him… "No, I don't think so…" You trailed off. You never liked telling people that you couldn't swim. At this point, it was embarrassing.

The pair of heterochromia eyes staring at you only left you feeling more jittery. "…I, er… I can't swim. So going into the ocean with you sounds kind of like… A bad idea." You froze. "Did you use your Signature Spell on me?"

"Of course not, [Y/N]." Jade stared at you with eyes of hurt, one that looked almost identical to that of his twin's. Only, it was almost obvious that Jade didn't mean the hurt in his eyes. "You just trust me enough to say things to me."

You couldn't deny the truth there. You trusted Jade. "And you wouldn't use your Signature Spell on something so trivial, would you?"

"No, I would not." He shrugged. "On a different note, I can help you learn how to swim."

"I really don't need it-"

"What if someone tries to hurt you one day and they know your weakness?"

"Why would-"

"It's an example, [Y/N]. But if that person decides to do that, you wouldn't be able to do anything. So I should help you in case that scenario occurs."

You sighed softly. "Fine, I guess I can take lessons from you… If it's not too much of a hassle."

"Of course it would not be a hassle or anything of the sort." Jade inclined his head. "All to help you stay safe."

The day went on with Jade helping you learn the basics of swimming - he was a good teacher, which you were happy about. He was patient, and always was there if you ever started to panic.

"We wouldn't want you getting scared of the ocean now, would we?"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had gotten used to you after a couple months. Sure, he hadn't opened up to many people in a while (only Floyd and Jade, but they also teased him constantly about everything, so), but you were soothing and nice. Sure, you teased him sometimes, but it was different. It didn't feel mean, you stopped as soon as you noticed him looking a little uncomfortable, and… He honestly felt like he could open up about anything.

So when it was decided that you two were going to the beach - together - alone? It kind of made him very messed up.

Would you like being at the beach with him? He wasn't completely against showing his octopus form… Would you want him to swim with you? Was he even ready for that?

Those thoughts led him down a spiral, and the day you two were to go, he had bags under his eyes and looked like he was half-dead.

You gently nudged him, murmuring how he should've tried to get more sleep for this day supposedly filled with fun, but he just shrugged.

Soon, you were at the beach, and as Azul saw your smiling face, his gaze softened a little. He loved seeing your happy face.

"C'mon!" You grabbed Azul's hand as you started to run to the water, ignoring his surprised stumbling as he was dragged along. He had a light flush on his cheeks that he was glad you couldn't see.

Soon, you had reached the edge of the water, splashing around in your sandals. It was really fun, even though you knew that you were going to be getting sand in your toes later on.

Azul just kind of watched on, a relaxed expression on his face. This really was soothing… Although he was still thinking about if the Mostro Lounge would be okay with him gone. Surely Jade would do something if Floyd got into trouble… Hopefully. And hopefully, no more dishes would break.

"What are you looking so glum for?" Your voice brought him back to his senses.

"Nothing, just hoping that Jade and Floyd can take care of things at the Mostro Lounge." He sighed softly.

"Oh, I'm sure they'll be fine. Jade's there, right?"

"He can cause as much trouble as Floyd, you know. Although he won't be outright about it." Azul shook his head, a small frown on his face.

"C'mon, turn that frown upside down." You moved closer to him, gently squishing his cheeks. "Today is for having fun, Azul."

"Yes, yes, I know." Azul couldn't help himself; he let out a soft laugh. A genuine one.

You smiled brightly. "You aren't charging me for hearing your little cute laugh?"

"I will charge you if you call it cute."

"Of course you will." You rolled your eyes before abruptly changing the subject. "So are you not going to swim?"

Azul paused. Did you want him to swim? To see his true form? There was an even chance. What should his answer be? "Er… I don't know?"

"Of course you don't have to, Azul, I just thought… I mean, there's no one around." You shrugged a little.

And now more pressure on Azul. Great. He was used to dealing with pressure, yes. Just not this kind from you. "Er… Would you come swim with me?" If you were with him, then maybe…

"No." Your lips parted, maybe to offer an explanation, but it was too late.

Azul was in a downward spiral. Why had you said no? Perhaps octopi merfolk were really too much. Perhaps you would rather be with someone with a pretty tailfin than tentacles. Or maybe a human, one of your own kind. Who said that you even liked him at all? Perhaps you were only with him out of pity, because he was that useless, chubby, good-for-nothing-

"Azul? Azul, are you listening to me?"

He snapped back to attention.

"Seriously, are you okay? Did you seriously get enough sleep last night?" You sighed.

"That's none of your-"

"It is if you're literally zoning out every five seconds." You rolled your eyes. "And anyway, I was just saying that I kind of can't go deeper into the ocean where you probably feel comfortable swimming. Because I can't swim." You shrugged nonchalantly.

But for Azul, it felt like a figurative bomb had been dropped.

You? Couldn't swim? Now that he thought about it, it did make sense… How you always looked so awkward and uncomfortable with water, especially when you came to the Octavinelle dorm. But seriously? How could you not know how to swim?

"Is not knowing how to swim… Normal?"

"Definitely not." You rolled your eyes. "But I'm just too lazy to learn now. And I have no time."

"You do if you have time to scroll on Magicam." Finally, Azul felt a bit better. At least you didn't hate him.

"And this time, I'll teach you how to swim. I'll even do it free of charge." Azul shook his head. "Seeing as I'm so generous."

"You sound like headmage Crowley."

"Do be quiet."

Azul was a pretty good teacher. He ended up not turning into his octopus form until nearly the end of the day, you were practicing your swimming and then just playing around on the sand, building sand castles, anything that you might do at a normal beach outing.

His octopus form was beautiful (as expected), and although you couldn't go to deeper waters, you enjoyed seeing him swim around, always eventually coming back to you.

"Today was truly relaxing, [Y/N]. We should do this again another time."

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happy birthday!! idk how to start this exactly but here goes lmao 💀 your writing is amazing and I love it sm and I was looking back over your posts and you mentioned gift fabrics and I was like omg I wanna do that but I had like. nothing planned ahshdhjdjdh lmfao 😭💀 BUT who cares im gonna come up with smthn anyways and you cant stop me. bc your writing is great and I get so excited every time you post something and so yeah. im doing a thing RN and uh. you cant stop me. take that. 👍💪

anyways lmao this is kinda inspired by that one fic of yours where will has a nightmare bc I think its such a good opportunity for a hurt\comfort fic :P hope you had a great birthday btw ! lights camera action or something idk 💀 oh yeah also this is in the jinx firelight au (that's a pretty vital piece of information that fun fact I didn't think to disclose until after i started writing :D 💀😭)

The cool night breeze danced across Ekko's face as he gripped the railing of the banister, trying in vain to calm his strained, shaky breathing. He had woken up in a cold sweat, sitting bolt upright in his bed, limbs thrashing about as he gasped and tried to suppress a scream. He had stayed sitting there in the darkness, his whole body shaking, as he tried to no avail to regain his composure. It wasn't until a minute or so later that he noticed the hot tears rolling down his face. At that point he realized sitting there and waiting for the pit in his stomach and the ache in his heart to go away wouldn't help anything, so he (by some miracle) had managed to stumble out of his room and out into the night air, shaking. He had been trying hard not to think about his nightmare, but he couldn't quite seem to get his mind under control. He couldn't stop thinking, couldn't stop shaking. It was as if his whole body had turned against him.

The dream had been about her. The parts he could remember, anyways. Because of course they were. Because of course he couldn't just be happy with her, right? Because he always had to wonder, "What if, what if, what if..." didn't he? First it was "What if I had just gone with them?" or "What if I had tried harder?" or "What if I didn't do enough? What if I could have saved her?" Now that she was here, she was safe, she was his friend again, he thought it would've gotten better. But it hadn't. "What if she hates me? What if things will turn out the same? What if she gets hurt? What if I lose her again?" He supposed he was probably being unreasonable by thinking he would be automatically fine again (or he would have, if he had been thinking clearly). She hadn't been here for that long, only a couple weeks, almost a month. They needed time. They were a lot better and much more comfortable with each other, sure, but it was difficult sometimes. Nothing good ever came easy. But being with her again was worth it.

He had managed to calm the whirlwind of fear and panic that had laid claim to his mind, slowly guiding his senses to his surroundings, drinking in the peaceful night that encompassed him. He should've felt better. It was so relaxing, the silver moonlight dripping from the clouds, the sweet, honey-tinted breeze that stroked his hair, the rustle of the leaves playing overhead. But he still felt empty. Lonely. A couple days ago, he had mentioned to her that he had been having nightmares after she inquired about his tired state. She had told him that if it happened again, he would be welcome to stop by her room for someone to talk to, as she usually stayed up pretty late herself. He had thanked her, but he had also lightly told her off for it, insisting that she needed to get enough sleep. But right now, he really, really hoped she hadn't listened to him.

His breath started to shake a little again as he walked over to her room, trying to ignore the tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't know why he was getting all worked up again.

What if she wasn't awake?

He was just dropping by to see if she was awake. He would be fine on his own, really. He was okay.

What if she was just being polite? What if she won't want to be there to comfort him?

He was okay. It was just a bad dream. He had managed on his own before. It was fine. He was fine.

He had reached her door. He stood in front of it, trying to calm down. Trying to stop fucking shaking so much. He finally raised a fist to the door and knocked on it gently.

"Jinx?" He tried to keep his voice from trembling. Silence. It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like forever.

"Ekko? Is that you?"

"Y-yeah." Relief flooded through his body.

The door creaked open and Jinx appeared, looking puzzled.

"What are you doing up so late? Is it the-" Her face fell, confusing him for a moment until he realized he had started crying again.

"S-sorry, I'm sorry I just-" he felt her cool hands on his face, tenderly wiping away his tears before pulling him into a much welcomed embrace. She pressed up against him, rubbing his back with one hand as her other massaged the back of his head gently. More tears fell from his eyes as he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her gently, still shaking. Her skin always seemed to be cold, yet her touch always brought him comfort.

"It's gonna be okay, Little Man. I'm here." Her voice was gentle and quiet, soothing. "Do you want to stay here for a while?"

"Uh-huh." His voice wavered and he nodded, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. She squeezed him close, then gently led him in, not letting go. She wiped off his fresh tears with a sad, gentle, understanding smile as she guided him onto her bed, the mattress creaking a little as they curled up together. Ekko's hugged her tightly, comforted in her presence as she rubbed her hands in small circles on his back, his shoulders, his head; as she hummed a quiet song and lovingly nuzzled into him. It all felt so...right. Like everything was okay again. She was here. She was here. She was here. He was so glad she was here.

"Thank you."

"Always."

yaaaaay you made it to the end! :DDD ik that you will probably not be reading this on your birthday bc I think we're in similar time zones (?) but yea lmao 💀💪

fun facts time I started writing this on your birthday and have not stopped since. it is not your birthday anymore. it is 12:30 at night and I am going feral,,

anyways I hope you enjoyed also I hope you had a lovely birthday! this is actually my first ever proper fanfic and I don't think I've ever published any of my writing online before, but I've come this far already that at this point the wrath of the gods would not be powerful enough to stop me (from posting this and also just in general)

thanks for all your wonderful writing and for inspiring me to make this btw!

I may be sleep deprived,

Sincerely,,

OH MY GOD!!!

YOUR DESCRIPTIONS!!!!!>>>>>>>>

EKKO PRETENDING THAT HE'S KAY WHEN HE ISN'T!!!!

JINX COMFORTING EKKO!!!!

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#5

Whatever She Wants

A result of @kj-1130's MILFs Near You, a series about MILFs. The series idea gave me inspiration to finally write this oneshot.

❀ Premise: You are a server at a diner, almost done your shift when an intriguing new patron walks in. Unpacking Emotions Ensues.

❀ Word Count: 1,700

❀ CW: Grief, Loss

❀ Song: Graceland Too- Phoebe Bridgers

The diner has always been home to people in various states of flight. The teenagers making their first escape attempt late at night, stopping for a slice of pie in the middle of nowhere. The college student who finally worked up the nerve to drive away and never go back. The businessman coming in for an early breakfast before he heads to the airport. The local couple who have finally settled down and come in every Tuesday for the lunch special.

You’ve met a lot of people in the 10 years you’ve worked at this diner in the middle of nowhere. But you’ve never met anyone quite like her. You’ve met hundreds of women who have her aura the confusion, the loss; drugs and guns have taken so much from the mothers you’ve met. They all share that look in their eyes. It’s a look of pain, of anger from knowing what they’ve lost will never return. They have always been resilient, even when they break into tears recounting the stories of their deceased children. Of their lost husbands and wives. She has that look in her eye when she walks into the diner, right at the end of your shift.

“I’ve got this one.” You tell your coworker, putting your apron back on.

“Are you sure? I’ve got it covered if you want to head out.” He responds.

“I’m sure.”

The woman stares out the window, distant. Her long red hair is mostly covered by a hood, slightly damp from the rain. She absentmindedly plays with her hands.

“Hi there, I’m y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I getcha?” You ask, interrupting her disassociation. You give her the warmest smile you are capable of as you wait to write down her order.

“Just a coffee for now. Decaf.” She says with a sad smile. Her accent is thick, some mixture of Slavic and European- it sounds familiar, but nothing you can pinpoint immediately.

“Coming right up.” You leave the menu on the table for her to glance at when she works up the nerve.

When you come back with the coffee, she’s gone back to staring out the window. You recognize the longing for something that she’ll never have again.

“So, what brings someone like yourself all the way out here to our little town?” You set the coffee down in front of her, and take a few small, plastic cups of creamer out of your pocket on the table.

“War” She states simply, opening one of the creamers to put in her coffee.

“You're from Sokovia, then? I’ve met a couple of refugees over the years. I heard it’s gotten a lot better post blip. You ever think about going back?” You ask, finally recognizing the accent.

“I think about it all the time. It is- it was my home. But there’s no one there for me now.” She says, stirring in a packet of sugar.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything else I can get you?”

“I’m fine. Thank you, y/n.” She glances up at you, causing your stomach to flutter.

You nod and leave her with her coffee.

She stares into it between sips, clearly deep in thought. There is a lot for her to think about, a lot of life she’s lived in her 33 years. And so much of it was loss. So much of it was spent in pain, fighting for what she believed was right. As she takes another sip of her coffee, you return.

“Just checking in. Need anything?”

“Do you have kids, y/n?” She asks, as her finger slowly taps the side of her coffee cup.

“None of my own. Though I suppose a few of the local teens think of me as their mom away from home.” You respond.

“I had kids. Twins. But they’re gone now. Like my husband. Like my brother. Like my parents. Even my mentor. I’m not really sure what I have left.” She laments.

You unclick your pen and close your notepad, sliding them into your pocket. You give your coworker the signal - the one you give when you expect you’ll be with one customer for a much longer time than usual. You take a seat at the table across from her as she takes another sip of her coffee.

“Tell me about them.”

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131 notes - Posted April 23, 2022

#4

Icarus

Matt Murdock x Gender Neutral Reader

You and Matt are already settling down for the evening when you tell him he needs to let go. Angst ensues.

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❀ Word Count: 1,120

❀ Contains: Angst, Mentions of God, Discussions about dealing (or not) with anger, Fluff?

❀ Inspiration: Icarus- Emma Blackery

“You’ve gotta let it go” It comes out as more of a sigh, a whisper, rather than the fact it is. You're tired, and so is he. So you sit, running your fingers through Matt’s hair, his head lying in your lap.

“I can’t just give up” He responds. It’s not a plea, it’s not an ask- he’s telling you he will never stop. And you know this. You’ve known it from the moment he told you.

“I’m not asking you to give that part of you up, Matt. I’d never ask you to do that. I just want you to learn how to let go. How to deal with your pain.” You’ve started to make little braids in his hair.

“I am dealing with it. It’s how I deal with it. With all of it.” He sighs. You remove your hand from his hair, putting it up against your nose. You shake your head.

“Matthew. You never talk about what you do when you're out there. You never tell me what happens. Do you tell anyone?” You glance down at him, looking at the scars still on his face from his last head injury- of which there have been many.

“I used to tell Father Lantom.”

“You used to confess to Father Lantom” You correct him, “You’d tell him all the sins you’ve committed in the process of protecting the city. Of stopping crimes. But you didn’t tell him about the other stuff, did you? Not what you hear.”

He removes himself from your lap and begins to pace around the room. “What’s your point? That no one understands my pain? I already knew that” You’ve hit a nerve. You get up to accompany him in his pacing, keeping a short distance between the two of you, as you do laps around his apartment.

“My point is- you're keeping what you're feeling inside. And that’s dangerous, not just for you, but for all of us. Maybe you’re right- maybe no one understands what you’re going through- but you have to tell them about it for them to understand.” You reach out for his hand, and he doesn’t resist. “And I want to understand.”

There is silence for a while, the kind where words need to be spoken but no one has the courage. It’s tense, and feels unending- but he never drops your hand.

“You almost killed Fisk.” You state. It is not a moral or character judgment- plenty of people who live the superhero life end up killing. But that’s the way Matt takes it- because his faith is strong, despite, or maybe because of what he’s been through.

“I’m not a killer. And I’ve tried to repent for that. Put my life back together.” Matt is defensive.

“Love, you can repent all you want. But God forgiving you won’t absolve you of the emotions you haven’t dealt with. All that anger, all that pain that you hold in there- one day it’s going to overtake you.” Tears are welling in your eyes, and you sniffle. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

He stops walking and takes you into his arms. You listen to his heartbeat the same way he always listens to yours. It is steady, even- safe.

“You won’t lose me, Angel” Matt promises, but you both know it’s one he can’t keep. You pull out of his embrace and wipe the tears out of your eyes. You return to the couch, sitting on one end- he sits on the other.

“I will if you can’t let it go- if you can’t learn to leave that anger in the past, that need for revenge.” you bite your lip before continuing, “Being Daredevil won’t kill you. But not moving past Fisk will. Not letting Electra rest will.” You hate to bring her up, but Matt has always had a hard time leaving things in the past- of letting go. The dead should stay dead and buried.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks, quietly.

“I want you to tell me. How you are feeling. What you’re doing when you’re out at night. Matthew I-. I want you to love yourself, and I want you to forgive yourself.”

Silence. Matt uses it to get closer to you- you don’t notice until you feel his thigh pressed up against yours. You turn towards him, placing a hand on either side of his head, careful not to cover his ears.

“You hold so much guilt and shame for one of the sweetest, kindest, and bravest men I know. And you need to let go of it.” He places a hand on your left wrist and gives you a slight smile, with tears running down his face. You wipe one way with your thumb, and slowly take your hands off his face, taking his hands in yours.

“Okay.” He says.

“Okay.” You respond.

“Do you want to start with my childhood trauma or is there a more recent event you're interested in?” Matt jokes.

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141 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

Mother Giselle saying "I've got to apologize to Dorian in public because I know he'll want an audience" is such a read 💀

154 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

#2

Unimportant Important Question; What did y'all name your dog in Dragon Age: Origins?

My dog's name is Beefaroni

346 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Everybody please welcome Will Smith discourse part two to the ring:

Here's my thoughts in order of how they happened:

1. That's too much time (year max if you do any punishment at all)

2. Lol

3. So are we banning Roman Polanski and other awful people for life then? Or is only Will Smith facing punishment?

601 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

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[allthingskakashi]

• Forelsket •

[ Kakashi x Reader]

Fluff Prompt: “I like the way your hands fit in mine”

Tags : Fluff, Hokage Kakashi, Potter/Artist! Reader 

Words : 1.4k 

A/n : Okay soooo here it is, my first fanfic after over a year, i am so nervous about this and hate it vehemently to be perfectly honest, but it has been so long and i really wanted to post something. I’ve been struggling with writing a lot lately and am finding it super difficult to finish anything i am starting because nothing seems to be working out the way i wish it would but anyhoo...i managed to finish this so....here it goes.  Any criticism is completely welcome, i’m very very rusty so i am fully prepared for this to flop. The anon who had requested it probably is not even here anymore, and i am so sorry it took me a year to finally get to writing this lmfao. Okay that’s it. Hope it doesn’t disappoint too much. Thank you so much for reading!! ily <3 

Kakashi had never seen so many pots in his life.

Nor had he ever seen you, in your faded blue overalls, hair stuck to your face and strewn about in every direction, with mud in places of your body mud should never be.

His gaze danced along the ceiling-high shelves, with queues of vases, pots, and bowls of varying shapes and colour stacked in neat rows. The amusement in his half lidded eyes wasn’t concealed.

“So this is what you do”, he stated, his voice taking the tone of a little boy seeing a rainbow for the first time.

“This is what I do”, you repeated. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

When you’d mentioned to Kakashi, the Rokudaime, that he could stop by at your studio sometime to watch you at work—which, despite your multiple protests, he seemed really insistent on doing, you hadn’t thought that he’d turn up at your door, apron in hand, at 11 a.m. on a Wednesday morning.

Especially after that night.

And yet, here he was.

“Well...” Kakashi muttered sheepishly, “I had some time to kill.”

“And....what’s the apron for?”

“I thought I could help you”, he stated, as if him being in your studio in the middle of the day, after that night , offering to assist you in pottery—something you were pretty sure the Copy Ninja had never done before, was the most natural thing in the world.

“Help me...you”, you registered his words, raising an eyebrow at his lean, tall figure that was watching you with a kind of confidence you could not even hope to feign.

“Help you, me, yes“, Kakashi replied with the same nonchalance with which he’d walked in.

You exhaled.

“Right...Okay.”

Rubbing your hands on the pockets of your overall, you watched Kakashi slip the apron in over his head. It had the Konoha Medical Department’s emblem embroidered on the breast pocket—he must have borrowed it from the Laboratory.

You wanted to laugh.

He seemed to have put a fair bit of thought into this.

And well, it was not like you hadn’t been driving yourself crazy for the past few days either...

**

That night had been like any other, with you and Kakashi walking back to your respective homes, engaged in amiable chatter. 

It had rained copious amounts the day before in Konoha, and every step of the cemented road was littered in large puddles of water.

There had been a particularly large one at the lane right across from yours, and Kakashi had taken your hand in his—a completely ordinary gesture for a man of his heart, to help you cross—a gesture that he’d have made for any layperson, be it a child or the elderly, friend or stranger in passing. You knew that. 

And yet, despite the normalcy of the gesture, despite the sheer predictability of it...you’d found yourself buckling at the knees at his touch, the sensation of Kakashi’s hand gently, but firmly gripping yours transcending beyond just your palms.

You couldn’t help but marvel at how natural it felt for your hand to be in his, how completely, devastatingly painful it felt to realise that it would only last mere seconds.

You’d wished there would be more puddles, wished you’d fall into one if that is what it took, and that’s when it happened. The words rolling off your tongue before you had any way of halting them. “I like the way your hands fit in mine”.

The words had been clear, despite how much you wished they had carried even a hint of ambivalence in them. But they were clear, and so was the intent of their speaker.

Of course, Kakashi had masterfully shrouded his surprise, and of course, you’d changed your verses immediately, shifting the conversation to the following day’s forecast before hastening your pace with incoherent mumbles of being late for something, but no amount of escaping, digressing, talking about the weather and pretending like you had said something else could alter that event.

The words were out there. You’d heard it with your own two ears.

What followed the events of that day was of course, complete and unadulterated avoidance. There was no way you could show face before him anymore, but with him being the Hokage, that posed a few complications. He was everywhere.

And so you’d started coming in for work at the crack of dawn to avoid having to work late, you’d gone to markets miles away from your neighbourhood to buy a packet of ramen, you’d taken dingy alleys and unlit lanes to travel home—all to avoid coming face to face with Kakashi.

And you’d succeeded.

Until today.

Because here he stood now, in your small studio, the Rokudaime—in all his glory, wearing the Konoha Medical Department’s apron that he borrowed so he could come help you in the middle of the day on a Wednesday—with a glint of eagerness in his eyes that made your stomach flip within your belly.

“Well?”, Kakashi’s voice tugged at you come out of your stupor. “What should I do?”

You looked around yourself, wrecking your mind to come up with something you could ask him to do that would suit his stature, and his dexterity—or lack thereof, in this regard.

“Um...” you fumbled, watching him eye the abandoned mould on the wheel in front of you which you’d been working on since morning.  “I guess you could...help me make this vase for a wedding order I received yesterday”, you said, eyes avoiding his.

He beamed at the invitation.

“As you say”, he replied with a....(was a tease in his tone?)...as he took his place on a stool behind the pottery wheel.

The absurdity of the scene in front of you made you fall short of words.

Kakashi’s expectant eyes waited.  

You reached for another stool, placing it opposite Kakashi before sitting down facing him, already feeling his eyes on you.

“Okay so um...you just...place your hands on the mould, and do this...” you explained, moving your hands in sync with the wheel as you shaped the clay into curves and bulges, building it into the form of an amphora.

Kakashi’s dark eyes stared in awe, watching in marvel as you let the familiar feel of clay take your mind away from the unfamiliarity—but not adversely so, of Kakashi being so close to your, watching you, your feet almost touching.

“Can I try?”, his voice broke through your concentration.

You let the wheel come to a slowly dwindling spin, before retracting your hands from the piece. Kakashi brought his forward, pressing his palms onto each side of the vase, touching it as if it were the wings of a butterfly.

He looked up at you for reassurance. “Yes, that’s it”, you mumbled, watching Kakashi’s masterful hands moulding your piece with the same diligence and skillfulness of a seasoned potter.

“Wait, hold on” you scrambled, leaning ahead to wrap your hands on his as he fumbled to bring the mould to a narrow concave at the top, his hands faltering, but gaze as steady as ever.

It took a few seconds for you to come to the realisation that your hands were on Kakashi’s, the mud from your palms staining the back of his hands in slimy brown goo.

But by the way that his eyes softened on yours...he didn’t seem to mind.

You continued in silence, the soft whining sound of the wheel the only noise between you, keeping you apart and yet somehow binding you together.

The vase was beginning to take form, growing from between Kakashi’s hands...and yours. The outcome was turning out impeccable, not a curve out of proportion, not an inch of jagged surface.

You willed yourself into meeting his gaze.

A crease made its way onto the smooth black stretch of his mask.

“What?”, you asked, your voice soft, expectant. Like you wished he would say something, grant legitimacy to this moment, let you know that his lingering gazes were not a mirage of your own creation.

“I like the way your hands fit in mine.”

Something red and burning crept up your neck.

The vase was done.

You’d always had a custom of naming your creations. Attributing each piece with a name granted them a kind of sentiment that you hoped to invoke in all those who appreciated and purchased your work.

Sometimes it was difficult, assigning a name that befits a piece. But this one...you knew what this one would be. You’d learnt the word in a book.

Forelsket / Norwegian (n.)

The euphoric experience of falling in love for the first time.

Your eyes met Kakashi’s, gleeful smile tugging at the corners of your lips, before erupting into a wide, beaming, infectious grin.

[lacheri]

11:29 PM, 4/20

pairing: stoner!Eren and fem bodied reader

content: smoking/drugs, dumbification, finger fucking, penetration, porn without plot, minors DNI

summary: eren's been trying to fuck you for years now, and he's got a different angle to play at this time. all it takes are a few pretty words and free weed.

wc: 3.5k

notes: happy 4/20 lmfao i wrote this in two hours and i'm posting this unedited and half asleep

‘Rolling up, you sliding through?’

Your phone illuminated brightly against your face as you held your phone above you, your bed’s soft comforter brought up to your chin. You bit your lip, contemplating Eren’s invitation. Your eyes glanced to the clock in the corner of your phone screen, blinking a couple of times. ‘11:29 PM’ it read back.

‘Pleaaaase, 4/20 is almost over ):’ Eren had resorted to double texting, and you sighed, his battle easily won. You tried to believe it was fought hard, but you knew perfectly well that you were wrapped around Eren’s pretty little finger. He called, you answered. Simple as that.

‘I want a blunt all to myself for this Jaeger. I’m literally in bed right now’ you typed back quickly, clicking the off button on the side of your device, begrudgingly throwing your blanket off your body as the heat escaped. You gazed down at your attire, sweatshirt and sleep shorts bundled up to your form, and you sighed once again. Eren was going to have to accept you like this, because there was absolutely no way in Hell that you could fathom throwing on real clothes this late at night.

‘What’re you wearing? Send pics’

‘Eren I’m LITERALLY!!! On my way to your house right now’. This boy was going to be the death of you, or at least whatever brain cells you had left.

Fuzzy pink slides adorned on your feet, hair thrown up in the messiest ‘neat’ bun you could manage, you pocketed your keys and wallet. You grabbed your bookbag in the corner of your room full of paraphernalia, knowing well by now that Eren was too lazy to buy bongs or bowls, and made your way out of your home, locking the front door on your way out. You hit the unlock button on your car, throwing the bag in the passenger seat and set out for your late night journey.

It wasn’t uncommon for your best friend to hit you up so late, in fact it was Eren’s peak hours for hanging out. He never genuinely inconvenienced you, just an annoyance because every single time you got that invite text or call, your head would have just hit the pillow beneath you, sleep on the horizon. Traffic was the best at this time too, you would reason on the way there, virtually no cars on the road, turning your usual twenty minute ride into a ten minute one.

When you rolled up Eren’s driveway, you could see the dark red lights of his bedroom through the upstairs window on the front of the house. You picked your phone out of your pocket, texting a quick ‘I’m here’. You grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and climbed out of your car. By the time you made it to his front door, Eren was swinging it open, a goofy smile on his face.

“Just us tonight?” you asked, referring to the lack of cars in the driveway as you glided through the entryway.

“Yeah, feeling greedy. We haven’t hung out just us in awhile,” Eren smirked, leaning back and letting his eyes travel down your spine as you slid by him. He reached and pulled the door closed, locking it quickly and following quickly behind you.

You spent most of your nights here, knowing the pathway to Eren’s room. You jogged up the stairs, oblivious to Eren’s eyes trained in on your bouncing ass in your loose fitted shorts. His bedroom door was wide open, and you navigated over clothes thrown haphazardly on his floor to his unmade bed. You bounced as you sat down, hitting the mattress with your full weight and unzipping your bag, picking out your favorite bowl. Eren lifted the corner of his mouth, clearly amused at how at home you had made yourself.

“Comfy?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice as he joined you on the bed, rolling tray and jar of bud in hand.

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyeing Eren’s hands as they set quickly to work. His grinder sat on the bed behind him, and after picking out a few clusters of green from the jar, he reached behind him and popped the top off, going through the motions of getting prepped for the smoke session. “What’d you do today?”

Eren shot you a dumb founded look, “It’s 4/20, what do you think I’ve been doing all day?”

You rolled your eyes, throwing your hands up in surrender, “Just making a joke, asshole.”

He chuckled, extending his hand out so you could pass him your bowl, packing it not long after. Eren looked around his mattress for a lighter, eyebrows drawn together as he couldn’t find one. You smirked then, extending the black lighter you had packed in your bag, and Eren smiled gratefully. He flicked the lighter once it was in his possession, pointer finger resting over the choke as he placed the pipe to his lips, inhaling deeply as the fresh green turned to ash. He lifted his long finger off the choke hole, removing the pipe as he held the smoke in for a few seconds, eyes instantly glazing as he exhaled.

Eren was one of those smokers that the second he had a hit of weed, it was written all over his face that he was high, even if he wasn’t. When Eren picked up the habit in highschool, his parents knew instantly what the boy had been doing during his “study sessions” with his friends. Now that he was an adult and moved out of his childhood home, Eren was pretty free in his indulgences, no longer carrying around eye drops to try and help him appear as innocent as possible.

After his second hit, Eren passed you back your bowl and lighter, coughing lightly as he exhaled, “What about you? What’d you do today?”

“Not much, spent all day watching documentaries and smoking my vape,” you laughed lightly, positioning the pipe to your own lips.

Eren’s eyes drank in the sight of your pretty plump lips as they wrapped around the tip of the pipe, fingers copying his as you bent your finger over the choke. The lighter ignited after a single flick, warm colored flames illuminating your face. It was like Eren was watching you in slow motion, but it was always like that with you, even when he wasn’t high. He could see the fire in your eyes as they focused downwards to your actions, and Eren felt his mouth go dry. You pulled the bowl away, making eye contact with him as the smoke exited your lips, licking your face as it traveled towards the ceiling on your exhale.

The two of you made small talk as you passed the bowl back and forth, Eren making a face once the bud was dead. He packed another bowl, repeating the rotation until that one was dead. The two of you thoroughly fried, he put the pipe on his bedside table and leaned his back against the wall by his bed. You mirrored him, resting your head on his broad shoulder as the two of you enjoyed each other’s company.

“We should make edibles this weekend,” you suggested, fingers playing with the drawstring of your hoodie. “Maybe invite the group over and get zooted and play a game or something.”

“Zooted?” Eren snorted. “I haven’t heard that word in years, grandma.”

You shot Eren a glare, which he began to laugh at, “I’m hip, okay? Zooted is making a comeback.”

“Stop trying to fit in with the youth, Myrtle,” he teased, wrapping his arm around your waist to tuck you into his side. “Man, if I was only 50 years older.”

You lightly elbowed his side, “You wish you could bag 70 year old me. I’m a fucking catch.”

“I wish I could bag you period,” Eren confessed, probably for the hundredth time of you knowing him. “How come you’ve never let me take you out?”

“Because, you’d just fuck and dump me and then I wouldn’t have a plug anymore,” you pouted, purposefully snuggling in closer.

“Is that what you really think?” he asked seriously, positioning his neck to the side so he could look down at you.

You looked up, centimeters apart from his face, “That’s what you did with all the other girls.”

“But you’re my best friend,” Eren frowned, taking his hand and pushing your hair behind your ear. “I wouldn't do that to you.”

“Don’t know if I wanna’ really find that out,” you smiled sadly.

“C’mon, let me prove it to you,” Eren licked his lips. “Fuck me, right now, and I’ll take you out tomorrow.”

You felt a pulse in your pussy suddenly, gulping spit down as you broke the eye contact, “I don’t know ‘Ren. We’ve been friends since highschool, what if it makes things weird?”

“You can’t look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you’ve never thought about it, about us,” his voice was a hare above a whisper. “Because I think about it all the time. ‘Is why I hit you up all the time, I like you stupid, I always have.”

This confession was so different from all the other ones. Eren was practically begging to let him in between your legs on a weekly basis, ever since you had met him. Never once had he been this honest though, so genuine sounding about his feelings. He had a point as well, you thought about being with him all the time. You were always at his house or going out somewhere together, you spent all your free time with him, of course you would have feelings for Eren.

“If,” you started, your eyes blinking rapidly as you returned your gaze to his red ones. “I say yes, and things are weird after, we’re going to pretend like this never happened and we go back to being friends.”

“Deal.”

Eren’s lips crashed into your’s, any and all hesitation rolling off your body as you eagerly returned his kiss. His other arm circled you, bringing you in somehow even closer to him as your hands grabbed both of his cheeks, feeling the flex of his jaw as you smashed your lips together. Eren’s hand traveled under the hem of your sweatshirt to the small of your back, guiding you to sit in his lap. Legs on either side of his hips, your tongues slipped through the both of your lips, meeting in the middle.

Maybe it was the high, maybe it was Eren, but the throbbing in your cunt only expanded as Eren smoothed his hands all over the middle of your torso. They traveled up to the swell of your breasts, free from a bra, cupping both tits in his large hands. His thumbs slid and teased your nipples, hardening instantly under his touch. You arched your back, pushing your chest into his palms even more, your hips flicking as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers.

You both moaned into each other’s mouths at the roll of your hips, feeling Eren’s dick harden fast underneath your clothed center. Eren had been wearing a pair of thin grey sweatpants, leaving not much to the imagination while he was in this state. You felt his lips scrape against your bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently. He released it, a string of saliva linking to the two of you together.

“I’ve been imagining this for forever,” Eren’s eyes were glazed and deep red when you met his gaze. “I just never thought this would happen.”

“I’ve been wanting you too,” you admitted, your dirty little secret exposed.

He smirked at your confession, hands still toying with your breasts. Silencing you once more with his passionate kiss, he moved his hands downwards and to your back until he met the waistband of your shorts. He easily slid under the hem, gripping your ass in his palms, kneading and spreading you apart. You felt your pussy flutter, the indirect contact sending you into a deep pit of arousal, your senses heightened greatly.

It was like Eren could read your mind, and his fingers traveled to your spread cunt over his lap, running a finger over your slit over your panties. You whined, pressing your hips down to achieve a greater pressure from his hand, in turn allowing your wetness to seep through the cotton of your panties. Eren chuckled against your lips, reading your body language loud and clear. He pushed the fabric aside, allowing his knuckles to brush directly into your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he spread your arousal around your vulva. When his thumb bumped against your clit, you felt your patience snap entirely.

“‘Ren, need your fingers, now,” you panted, eyes half lidded as his kiss traveled to the underside of your jaw.

“You got it, baby girl,” he hummed into your skin. There was no resistance as he pushed his middle finger into your opening. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked. This all for me?”

You couldn’t find your voice, nodding and whining out as he pumped his single digit into your pussy. His touch was slow, deliberate, trying to memorize every single ridge and flutter of your walls as you pulsed around him. Eren’s mouth was dry, dick hard and throbbing, completely lost in the feeling of you sucking his finger in deeper. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that his cock would be replacing his fingers soon, finally fucking you like he had imagined for years now.

His middle finger dared to pull out, and you let out a desperate whine, thinking that was his plan. You gasped in relief and pleasure as his ring finger pushed past your entrance, clenching tightly on his fingers. Eren found solace in this, perceiving your flutters as permission to go finger fuck you at an ungodly pace. He positioned his wrist as a more comfortable angle, and his fingers pumped inside of you at the speed of light.

Your eyebrows came together, mouth hanging open as you squeaked and whined, Eren’s other hand finding purchase on your jaw. He squeezed your cheeks together lightly, forcing your lips to pout as he maintained direct eye contact with you. His own lips hung open, and you could see your reflection in his blown out pupils. It only enticed you more, you looked heavenly. Eren couldn’t have worded it before himself if you had verbalized this, whole heartedly agreeing with you.

“You’re so tight,” Eren groaned out, his hand leaving your chin and slipping two fingers in between your lips. “Suck, baby.”

You did as you were told, Eren’s fingers slowing to fuck up into roughly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. Your tongue circled around his knuckles, lips vibrating on his fingers as your moans were silenced. Eren was thoroughly enjoying himself, seeing you completely under his control like this. You were putty in the palm of his hands, literally.

He slid his fingers out of your cunt so suddenly, feeling the gush of your arousal against your inner thighs as his hand left your shorts. His other hand fell out of your mouth, moving back to your jaw as you felt the wetness of your spit spread across your face. Eren brought the hand he was fucking you with to his own mouth, and you were practically drooling at the sight of him sucking your pussy juices off of his fingers.

“Delicious,” he cooed after he pulled them from his lips. “Just like I always imagined.”

You took this as your opportunity to remove some of your clothing. You tugged your hoodie over your head, tossing it on the floor. Eren followed suit, removing his own white t-shirt and reattaching his lips to yours. You tasted hints of yourself, not at all repulsed, in fact the exact opposite. You tasted sweet, tart but sweet.

You pushed yourself away from Eren, scooting off his lap in order to tear off your shorts and panties. Eren mirrored you, almost ripping his pants and boxers off as he slid them past his thighs and ankles to the floor. He remained in his seated position, eyes swirling and fingers twitching at his sides as he watched your crawl back to him. You placed a sloppy kiss to his lips before turning your body around, placing your feet on the mattress on either side of his lap. Sat in a full crouch now, you grabbed Eren’s cock, pumping him a few times with both of your hands in a screw motion. He moaned from behind you, his own hands gripping your ass cheeks to support your frame.

You guided Eren to your hovering pussy, teasing your clit, soaking him in your dripping heat. He cursed underneath you, his right hand moving to your hip as you lowered yourself on his length. Eren groaned loudly as the feelings of satisfaction and relief flowed through his body, his own heightened senses taking over. You moved to rest on your knees when you felt Eren bottom out inside of you, a string of moans and whimpers leaving your lips. You arched your back and Eren leaned back more, eyes stationed on your beautiful round ass.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he ran a hand up to the back of your head, untangling your messy bun so your hair fell free down your back. “C’mon baby, bounce on my dick.”

You lifted your hips, slamming down to his pelvis urgently. It was so overwhelming, the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim making your brain empty. Your eyes screwed shut, mouth hanging open dumbly as drool coated the swell of your lips. You bounced again, and Eren yanked your hair back as he watched your pussy stretch around him, close to snapping and drilling into you as he saw the creamy ring form around his base. You were a moaning mess, unable to think clearly as your body took over. Pushing all your weight into your knees and palms resting on Eren’s thighs, you fastened your pace, ass bouncing every time Eren’s fat tip brushed up against your cervix.

You felt the sharp sting on your cheek and heard the resounding slap of his hand on your right cheek, tears springing to your eyes, “Fuck, Eren, you feel so good.”

Taking your hips into his strong hands, Eren was finally at his brink as he thrusted hard up into. You yelped, letting yourself go limp as he slammed into your cunt at a dangerous pace. He was in full control now, fucking you into a stupor.

Your hand left it’s home of his thigh, traveling to your aching center to rub your clit. Eren’s position was perfect, rubbing the underside of his shaft against your g-spot. When you opened your eyes, you could see his toes curling, legs flexing and twitching. He wasn’t going to last long, your pussy putting him under a spell. You circled your clit with your pointer and middle fingers, throat raw from all the noises escaping you. All you felt was Eren, all you could hear was Eren, he was filling your entire being up, replacing any and all thoughts they may have lingered in your brain.

“Gonna’ cum,” you whined, fingers moving even faster.

“I’m so fucking close, fucking cum baby,” Eren growled, thrusts desperate and becoming irregular.

You stilled above him, a breathless scream heaving from your throat as you gushed around him. Your pussy clenched so tight, and Eren couldn’t hold back. Because as empty as your brain was, Eren was in the exact same state as he shot his thick load into you, filling your tight cunt up with his cum. You milked his cock, walls convulsing in your mind blowing orgasm. Black spots appeared in your vision when you realized you had forgotten to breathe, you took a deep gasp of air.

You were a panting, sweaty mess hovering over him. Eren was in awe, watching beads of his white seed leak out of your center. He’d worry about the consequences when his brain could comprehend what had just happened, but for now, the deep primal urge of filling you up was sedated. Eren didn’t think he could’ve imagined fucking you for the first time any better than this. And when you finally lifted your hips to release him, he felt a wave of sadness, your beautiful pussy no longer surrounding him.

“Did you, oh my God, Eren,” you lifted your hand in front of you, seeing the creamy white of his cum smeared on your fingers. “You came inside of me?”

“Sorry, baby,” he caught his breath as you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him. “I’ll buy you Plan B in the morning, promise.”

“I’m on the pill, but still,” you huffed, letting the anger leave you as you realized Eren would take responsibility. “You didn’t know that.”

Eren laughed without humor, “Oh well, at least I know for next time. Now c’mere, wanna’ hold you while I roll a blunt.”

LACHERI © 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations. this is my only account.

[sapphicwhxre]

• valentine’s day

happy (late) valentine’s day! HCs under the cut for: hermione granger, draco malfoy, harry potter, pansy parkinson, ginny weasley, ron weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, cho chang, luna lovegood, parvati patil, padma patil, lavender brown, fleur delacour, nymphadora tonks, bellatrix lestrange, and narcissa black. a/n: im also very clearly obsessed with girls in lingerie, leave me be.

cw: includes sexual HCs (not detailed)

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hermione granger

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• basically gives you, ron, and harry a crash course on valentine’s day

• you’re probably the only one not bored to death

• you actually have to remind her that you have plans

• she gets really excited and stops with her “commercial holiday that takes advantage of people who feel the need to prove their love!” rant

• wears a pretty dress and goes to the trouble of doing her hair

• all blushy when she gives you a gift

• buys you a muggle valentine’s card too

• swooning mess when you give her any presents but really cares more about the love and feelings behind it

• won’t stop muttering thank yous and i love yous

• painfully romantic, sensual valentine’s sex under her blankets all night

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draco malfoy

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• complains about/insults the holiday

• but proceeds to smother you with gifts and valentine’s candies

• he actually likes valentine’s day a lot because it's the one day you won’t freak out over him spoiling you (but if it’s gifts and love, then i guess everyday is valentine’s day with him)

• takes you to the most expensive place he can possibly find

• pda all day

• makes fun of other couples ─ despite you two being way lovier than any of them

• moody if you don’t immediately wear the jewelery he gives you, “you hate it, don’t you?” “draco give me a second, i just opened it!”

• buys you *special* lingerie

• praises you all day

• and all night

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harry potter

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• forgets it’s even valentine’s day

• until ron’s on about “what to get hermione!”

• he just didn't ever have a reason to acknowledge it before

• ‘cause yk... he was never included in holidays at home or at school ─ especially not a romantic one lmfao

• feels horrible and buys everything you like

• also gets you lingerie but is such an embarrassed mess when buying it ─ and even more of a mess when he gives it to you

• gets a little tipsy with you and attacks you with affection

• and breaks your heart when he admits why he did everything last minute

• wants to take you out but can’t actually keep his lips or hands off of you

• so how does post-valentines day breakfast sound?

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pansy parkinson

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• pretends she didn’t get you anything at first, “oh is it valentine’s day today?”

• just for kicks

• then spoils you tho

• in physical, verbal, and materialistic ways

• isn’t mean to anyone all day

• you have her undivided attention so no one else is worth a second glance

• the only exception is if the waiter messes something up

• she wants everything to be perfect and will not hesitate to go off on them

• takes you to pick out matching lingerie

• two sets for each of you, of course, since the set won't be usable after she ruins you

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ginny weasley

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• goes grade school style and gets you a cute little card with a candy

• fred and george def pull a prank on you two “lovebirds”

• so you pull one back

• romances you all day

• the type to excessively call you pet names and give you all these kisses

• manages to make calling you her valentine sound dirty, “valentine,” “oh fuck”

• can and will be touching you at all times

• in less than innocent ways when you’re alone (but sometimes not alone)

• bonnie wright in red lipstick makes me feel things and ginny does it to you on valentine’s too

• knows how to give the perfect gifts and have you swooning more than you already are for you

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ron weasley

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• pesters hermione and ginny for advice all week leading up to it (i use this all the time but one of my fav ron relationship HCs is just that he goes to them for girl advice)

• saves up all the money he can months in advance

• is really embarrassed about not being able to get you as many gifts as he’d like

• and about you buying more than he did

• you have to absolutely assault him with your love so he knows how grateful you are for him and everything he does for you

• he may not have a lot of money BUT he has all the love to give you for valentine's day

• major pda, lots of not so subtle “you see, my girlfriend here”

• he’ll carry you everywhere, kiss you, and call you pet names

• and whisper not so innocent things ─ but they’re just as romantic

• then he brings each of them to life that night

♥️──||

george weasley

♥️──||

• meets you at midnight

• you’re really tired but he thinks it’s adorable and proceeds to kiss the living hell out of you

• carries you to “make up for the whole waking you up at midnight thing”

• takes you to nick some stuff from the kitchens

• including a whole ass chocolate fountain

• chocolate covered strawberries and other treats

• which leads to fruity, chocolate-y kisses ─ and a little more

• using the marauders map to sneak out of the castle + have sex with a pretty view of it all

• finding when he lets you get back that someone dropped off gifts, love letters, and a place + reservation time in your dorm

♥️──||

fred weasley

♥️──||

• gives you all the bunches of sweet gifts that he can

• has some stupid inside jokes (and just plain stupid jokes) in a love letter with them

• keeps smirking at you to make you think there’s something wrong with his gifts

• to the point where you won’t even hold the flowers he gives you, “i swear to merlin if this sprays me or blows up─” “it won’t darling, i promise”

• but it’s all safe and fine, he’s just annoying

• won’t tell you tho until the end of the day when you have a pile of untouched stuff

• there’s some kinky presents in there for sure

• and you’ve got nothing to be wary of there

• covers you in kisses and loving ─ but eventually wild ─ intimate affections

• gets the house elves to bring you dinner + your fav dessert up (fred and george eventually became friends with the castle elves, pass it on)

• cuddles you to death sleep

♥️──||

cho chang

♥️──||

• enchants roses to bloom with small gifts and leaves them in your dorm

• there’s a note that tells you to meet her in the ravenclaw common room (she trusts you have the wits to enter)

• she’s waiting in this gorgeous dress that her lingerie barely peeks out of

• “darling, you got my letter” “it was beautiful cho”

• you share a box of chocolates and look out the window together since she knows how much you love the view

• the morning together is heaven with stolen sugary kisses and warm cuddles

• she completely shifts tones for the evening

• that lingerie that teased you behind her dress comes out after dinner

• tangled bodies in your favourite spot

• and whispered reminders that, “you’re my one and only love, don’t you ever forget that”

♥️──||

luna lovegood

♥️──||

• valentine’s day picnic, valentine’s day picnic, valentine’s day picnic!!

• she spends all week sneaking away from you to perfect it

• wakes you up in your dorm just before sunrise so that you can watch it together

• brews up some hot tea and pumpkin juice, along with lovegood family speciality cakes

• “be my valentine, y/n?” “luna, we’re dating” “i should still ask you, shouldn’t i? we mustn’t stop with the romance just because we’re already together”

• special charms to keep the nargles away on this special day

• to luna’s satisfaction, makeouts uninterrupted by any magical creatures whatsoever

• dances with you in the open wind

• gifts you something only luna would know you’d love

• and fucks you while the sun goes down

♥️──||

padma patil

♥️──||

• leaves little notes all over your dorm for you to find

• they’ve got clues for the night (parks and rec style but without the crazy)

• your first dates and memories from your affections

• she makes them all extremely obvious but then praises you for figuring it out and won’t stop with the “my baby’s so smart,”

• long makeout and cuddles with the compliments

• smiling mess when you give her a gift

• “like to see my gift, y/n?” surprise, she’s wearing lingerie

• tells you all breathless afterwards that she got you actual gifts too

• and won’t stand for any teasing since you gave right into her hotness

• running off to dinner together, giddy and in love

♥️──||

parvati patil

♥️──||

• shows up right at your door, around the time she knows you wake up

• expects you to have read the long love letter left on your pillow

• if you have, she’ll just kiss you and if you haven’t, she’ll hold your head in her lap while you do

• swoons for your touch while she tells you what she has planned for you

• lays in bed with you for a bit and in addition to her ideas, talks with you about what you want to do

• at one point you get a, “y/n, what if we forget all that and spend the day inside?” “i like the sound of that”

• it’s actually a lot of innocent conversations and affection

• until one of your kisses lingers and suddenly someone’s on the other’s lap

• you only finally go out because you “wouldn’t want that reservation to go to waste”

• but really, you just want to see her look gorgeous in a dress

♥️──||

lavender brown

♥️──||

• has probably been talking about her plans for the past month, “and then we’ll...”

• won’t even let you get out of bed at first

• you can’t really breathe from how close she is to you

• but you’re not complaining

• making out until she realises she wants to give you her gifts

• after that she drags you out of bed

• she went all out and made plans for the entire day

• puts her hands over your eyes to surprise you for every single one of them

• which you can’t even be mad about ‘cause she’s so happy and cute

• even more excited to show you the lingerie she bought for the occasion

♥️──||

fleur delacour

♥️──||

• she goes all out

• dim room, gourmet french foods, rose petals on the ground

• hopeless romantic bliss, she wants it to be a day straight out of your dreams

• instantly tells you that, “oh y/n, you are so beautiful” ─ to which you respond, “fleur i haven’t even gotten ready yet...”

• absolutely loses it when valentines and gifts show up at her door for her, “don’t they know i’m yours! imbeciles!”

• a walk and a certain intimate activity you both enjoy in the moonlight after your dinner

• scarily perfect wrapped gifts given

• an entire speech on how much she loves you and wants to give you the whole world ─ and adds quite sadly that “this will have to do”

• you assure her that it’s been perfect and show her just that

♥️──||

nymphadora tonks

♥️──||

• “i wonder if i can give you a hickey in the shape of a heart”

• you wake up to something dumb like that and get jumped by her affection

• she’s already in lingerie and quipped with dirty talk, it’s just that thought that happened to wake you

• has her hair your very favourite colour

• “good morning beautiful,” doesn’t let you breathe with all the kisses and touches she gives you

• takes you to a remote location on her broomstick

• which is just a candlelit meal and a large, messily wrapped present

• she shoved it all into one box and put a bunch of little love notes on each one (this one’s kinda random but it feels right)

• probably definitely wants you to sit on her lap all cliché like and let her feed you dessert

��� keeps you on her lap after for different activities

♥️──||

bellatrix lestrange

♥️──||

• genuinely excited for the holiday

• it’s her two favourite love languages in one day : touch and gifts

• fucks you in every (house-elf decorated) room of the house

• takes you to breakfast, lunch, and dinner

• gets extremely moody if you make any half negative comment that day

• won’t show it but she immediately melts and goes back to her good mood if you give her a kiss

• a lot of wine... and i mean a lot

• makes it a point to kiss you really fiercely around single people

• “bella wtf that’s cruel” “y/n, kiss me again” “yes ma’am”

• she doesn’t care ─ double sting, they’re missing out on love and on you

♥️──||

narcissa black

♥️──||

• queen of romance

• and elegance

• handwrites you love letters

• leaves them in your bed, the bathroom, anywhere you’ll find them

• runs you a bath with rose petals

• she leaves a scary big pile of wrapped presents for you

• joins you at some point and points in the direction of a certain present

• it’s lingerie, she takes you to the bedroom

• wouldn’t ruin you too bad since you have dinner and wine plans

• but she’ll have you begging under the table and then ruin you completely once you get home

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[misora-msby]

night drive

rating : mature

word count : 1.9k

themes : fluff, fwb, mutual pining, implied sex, drug use (alcohol and marijuana)

notes : originally from my ao3, thought i might post it here as well :) // you can kinda imagine this is an au where atsumu’s not doing volleyball in college because this dude would definitely take care of his body better than this as an athlete lmfao

miya 🤢 : “im driving over rn. be ready in 10?”

You grimaced slightly. Atsumu always did this; he’d text late at night, insisting to meet up without giving you much of a choice.

“bitch it’s so late and i literally just finished my assignment gimme a break”

Your reply was read and within a few seconds you received a reply;

miya 🤢 : “Sorry! I’m driving right now and will reply later.”

An annoyed groan escaped you at the use of the automatic reply function. You knew he definitely read the message. It was just like Tsumu to do this.

Throwing on a light cardigan and applying a bit of lip gloss, you grabbed your phone and a little tin box you always brought along on your drives with Atsumu. After stuffing them into the pockets of your sweatpants, you double checked your appearance in the full length mirror by the door. A spray of perfume was used and you slipped on a comfy pair of sneakers before exiting the flat to wait at the entrance of the building.

As promised, Atsumu arrived and you got into the passenger seat of the car. It was a little messy and you had to dust off some crumbs on the seat but it smelt just of him and the cologne he loved to use.

“You gotta stop doing this. Especially the impromptu texting.” you muttered, leaning back in the seat as he began driving.

“But ya always agree to it anyways. And as promised, I never do it on a Tuesday, Friday, or Sunday night, just like ya asked.” he hummed while giving the smirk you hated but loved. And as much as you hated to agree, he was right.

Six months ago, you two had been set up on a blind date with each other by some friends. Miya Atsumu, known as a notorious flirt all his life, and you, a regular student just looking for a change in life. The date itself didn’t go too well but the sex that followed was incredible and so you two had continued with this agreement for the past half year.

And here you were now; on a drive to someplace out of town, a packet of cigarettes to share in the cupholder while the little tin in your pocket contained something a little stronger to smoke. And not to forget the cooler in the backseat which most likely contained at least two bottles of beer.

“Fine… you’re right.” you sighed, crossing your arms as you kept your eyes on the road to try and guess where you two were driving.

“Hey, doll. Light me a cig, would ya?” Atsumu asked. As always, you pulled out the stick of tobacco from the packet and lit it before passing it to him. He took a long draw on it before rolling down the window to breathe it out.

“I don’t get how you’re still so fuckin’ handsome after all the ciggies and drinks you take.” you muttered while taking the cigarette from his hand to have your own draw of it.

“Same goes to you, doll.”

“... T-Thanks.” you muttered while reaching back to grab a beer from his cooler.

Neither of you saw it but there may have been the slightest flush on both of your cheeks.

After that, the drive was silent for half an hour, save for the soft R&B that played and the occasional humming from Atsumu. It was always like this, and somehow the two of you had grown to like it. As much as you complained over and over about it, you enjoyed it. Enjoyed the thrill, the sex, the debauchery, and strangely, the company.

“This place looks good.” his smooth voice hummed while turning into a forest. It was dark and a little scary with how cramped it felt with the towering trees, but your pride refused to let him know that. Plus, you knew you wouldn’t be thinking about it for much longer. He parked his car in a decent spot and unfastened his seatbelt before turning to face you who was just a little drowsy from the beer you had. “There’s a real pretty place I wanna go in there. But first…” Atsumu’s eyes looked darker than ever as he placed a hand on your thigh.

No words had to be said before lips were locked and soft moans were pulled from your lips. It only took a few more seconds before you were both scrambling into the backseat, with him pushing you down onto your back as he grinded his strong hips into your more delicate self. The kiss ensued, though at this point it was hard to call it a kiss as it seemed more like a battle between lips. He groaned softly as he felt your fingers entangle themselves in his blond locks.

The two of you pulled away for a second to gaze into each other’s eyes, dark with lust and passion.

“You taste like beer,” he chuckled while wiping off a little bit of saliva from the corner of your lips with his thumb. His touch was strangely soft, contrasting the way he had kissed you just seconds before.

“Yeah? You taste like nicotine.” you replied with a slight grin on your face. He replicated that smile, a rare sight from him, before resuming your kiss.

* ･ ゜ﾟ ･ * : . ｡ . . ｡ . : * • * : . ｡ . . ｡ . : * ･ ゜ﾟ ･ *

“Think you can walk over to that place I was talkin’ ‘bout?” Atsumu asked while pulling his sweatpants back up.

“Hmm… I don’t know, you were pretty rough tonight. You might have to carry me,” you laughed while putting your own clothes back on.

The man rolled his eyes, though there was the slightest hint of endearing in them as he took the blunt you had half finished smoking earlier and lit it himself, leaning back in the seat a bit. 

As he did so, he glanced over at you - hair messy and strands stuck to your brow from the sweat, your clothes were in a disarray, and marks he had left on your skin covered your neck and collarbones. It gave him a weird feeling to look upon you, like a sort of strange pride. Whether it was because he had given you that messy look, or because he was just proud of you in general, he didn’t know.

“No way, I’m tired too,” Atsumu scoffed and redirected his gaze out of the open window for a second before looking at you. His eyes softened slightly at the pout on your lips before he sighed, “Fine, I’ll do it. Help carry the drinks.”

He opened the door and carefully carried you out in a princess carry before kicking the door shut and beginning to walk. His steps were a little uneven and shaky as he was just slightly intoxicated.

As he carried you, you looked up at him, eyes tracing his sharp jawline and his blond hair. There were bags under his eyes and the scent of sex and everything you two were consuming today mixed into the cologne he wore with his natural scent. Somehow, it was still attractive.

“You’re hot.” The words left you in a whisper without you even realising it. Atsumu looked down and nearly stopped walking for a moment before laughing as he continued to walk.

“You’ve got the weirdest fuckin’ timing. But yeah, I know that.” he replied before setting you down a little later.

“Where are we?” you raised a brow at him, still holding onto his arm.

“Just take a look, would ya?”

Tearing away your gaze from his handsome self to look at the sight before you, you gasped softly.

You stood near the edge of a cliff, just beyond the fence-like barrier, there were paddy fields and the occasional farmhouse providing a small source of light. It was a pretty normal sight, but upon closer inspection, you could see the reflection of the night’s stars in the water of the fields. The twinkling stars shone in pitch blackness, undeterred by the city lights you were used to. The moon looked brighter than ever too. A cool wind blew past your face, refreshing it after the stuffy feeling of having sex in Atsumu’s backseat, carrying the faint scent of spring on it.

“You know, I think being here would feel so much better if I didn’t have your cum in me.”

“Shut the fuck up and enjoy it. You asked for it anyways.”

Atsumu flicked your forehead lightly before pulling you closer to the edge and sitting down on a log, looking out over the fields and up at the sparkling sky.

“Happy 6 months.”

“Tsumu, I don’t think anyone celebrates a fuckbuddy anniversary.”

“Eh, whatever. Fuck and drink buddy.”

“...well uh, happy anniversary!”

“Happy anniversary, doll.”

The two of you looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, slightly dazed expressions on your faces before breaking out into giggles.

“Oh! Right!” you passed him a bottle of beer and opened your own with a spare coin in your pocket. “Cheers!” you clinked your bottle against his before drinking about a third of it.

“Cheers.” Atsumu replied and took his own large gulp of the drink.

You leaned against him the moment he moved the bottle away from his lips. His muscular arm, strengthened by years of playing volleyball made him rather comfortable to lean against. You hummed an unfamiliar tune before sighing in content.

Atsumu looked down at you resting against him. He could get used to this. He realised that lately he had been opting to stay the night after the fun you had together. Whether the time contained pillowtalk or it was just falling asleep in silence, he enjoyed it. Atsumu enjoyed being around you.

You enjoyed it too. People often claimed the blond was an ass but you knew better. There were nights when after you two had sex, the worries of the day or week would catch up to you and you’d end up crying to him. It was awkward at first but he slowly got used to it and eventually would comfort you with food he ordered or a few words of encouragement. (“Yeah it’s that bitch’s fault, go fuck her up.” was probably the most commonly said thing). As the nights passed, you found yourself wanting to spend more and more time with him.

“Hey… the sun’s coming up.” Atsumu said, making you finally look up from your silence. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep on him for a bit. 

As you narrowed your eyes and looked over the fields and fields of crops, you noticed he was right. The first rays of sunlight could be seen peeking over the landscape, bringing light to the sky.

“Woah… it’s pretty.” you whispered in awe.

Atsumu looked over and studied your features for a few seconds. The way your eyes sparkled and was lit by the early morning sunshine, the way your hair bounced just a little as the wind blew, and the way your feet tapped quietly on the dirt in tired excitement. He didn’t want to admit it but he realised he might’ve been falling for you for a while now.

“Thanks for bringing me here. I love it.” you grinned up at him. At the man who you hadn’t realised you had fallen for weeks ago.

“Yeah,” he replied, and in a voice just barely audible to the two of you, he whispered, “and I love you.”

This moment seemed like a perfect time to properly ask you to be his, but he figured he would just let you two enjoy it in silence for a little longer.

[seijorhi]

asks :))

what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...

What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen

it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha

Just read nostos-

First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳

Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼

ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)

you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty

Omfg that fic was so good!

Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)

Looking forward to your future work <3

ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33

You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!

The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*

A+++++

ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha

I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome

fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha

I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou

ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha

OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕

TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha

Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♀️🦖🦭🌹💫

tysm nonnie!!! <33

i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though

bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha

Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now

lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol

your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them

thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader

RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again

‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!

Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.

(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)

Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do

-🥚

GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!

Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld

poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha

Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &

This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin

i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha

That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are

TYSM NONNIE!!! <33

Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---

Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.

Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...

https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ

Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)

~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸

i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby

idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics

i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you

Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!

he most certainly did :))

LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.

id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️

EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh

Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )

To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅

ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺

I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao

kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!

You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤

choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌

what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?

(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)

i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))

[the-littlefangirl]

TFATWS episode 1 rewatch commentary

The first scene was so beautiful. I loved that we didn't start directly with the fight sequence. It feels way closer to the quiet beginning of CATWS and I love it so much.

The title is also SO NEAT, music's on point too but hey it’s Henry Jackman the one thing I’m sure it’s going to be great overall is the score.

The choreography is AMAZING, really well shot. Sam shielding himself with only one wing was MA-JES-TIC.

“WHAT'S UP” EXACTLY SAM EXACTLY

I did feel so uncomfortable in regards to the military aspect of it. Not that I was expecting anything else, but both here and in Captain Marvel the military we're good guys < 3 propaganda is so blatant and ugh:/ At least there wasn’t a literal recruitment spot like with CM. 

The yellow filter in the Tunisia scene BYE please stop with the yellow filters 2k21

"I've been working with the Air Force for six months now" So, did Sam even catch a break at all after Endgame? Or did he just throw himself to work like SOMEONE did after being iced for 70 years. Hmmm? Sam????

"Essentially, these people, they want a world that's unified without borders" OH NO! HOW AWFUL, how evil of these bad guys smh

Joaquin: SO about Steve

Sam: :)))))) nope

"Moon stuff" SAAAM

#1 cry with Sam's speech, full on chills.. Fuck. Me. His voice about to break before saying thank you bYE.

Shady politician: "It was the right decision" (FUCKKKKK YOUUU)

Rhodey: *press any key to doubt *

I need someone to analyze the different curation of the two exhibits pretty please

NOT THE PHOTO POST-AZZANO JFC. That photo is my weakness, Bucky sweetie (also I find hilarious that usually when there are articles about Stucky and/or #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend they aaaalways use that photo LMAO)

In case someone wants to read the transcription of the texts about Bucky: "In 1944, while on a mission to thwart a Hydra weapon transport in the Alps, Barnes was thrown from a train and believed to have been killed in action. It wasn't until 2014, over seventy years later, that it was revealed that Barnes was alive, having been found by Hydra operatives. Captain America himself (i can't read) the effort to bring Barnes in only to later aid in a escape from custody having been convinced of his innocence. Steve's loyalty to his old friend, coupled with his refusal to sign the Sokovia Accords, led to the dissolution of the Avengers and drove the Captain into hiding with other like-minded Avengers including Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Sam Wilson. The current whereabouts of Barnes remains unknown, habing been labeled a fugitive following his escape from custody."

"current wherabout unknown" but not the government, interesting. Also, pretty good summary of CACW from the public's perspective, although one of the things I always wanted to see explored was the public's reaction of the fallout of them going into hiding after Civil War (which I'm hoping we'll get to see a little bit of in Black Widow).

Interesting point about the 70 years without having Captain America. Clearly the sacrifice play wasn't enough this time to fuel the nationalism so they went with a squeaky clean John Walker instead.

Sam saying the shield belongs to Steve I'm going to cry now excuse me. Sam. Sam sweetie.

The No. 1 Captain America comic in the display ugH fuck yes

See this is how you do a cameo that has actual meaning. Thank god for Malcolm Spellman being a competent writer. That scene was so well written.

HAVE YOU PRAISED ANTHONY MACKIE'S PERFORMANCE TODAY?? Holy shit that last shot fucked me up.

I'm loving the use of the wide shots, especially in the flashback. The camera movements are in synch with The Soldier's state of mind and mission focus, so good.

EVERYONE STAND UP FOR THE NATIONAL ANTHEM aka The Winter Soldier theme composed by Henry Jackman.

Without a doubt the most brutal TWS fight scene there has been, People involved in Punisher and John Wick are involved in this and it SHOWS. 

For the record, still stands that the only time we've seen him chocking someone with his right hand instead of the metal arm remains the Maria Stark assasination. I know it's probably because of blocking and the way the shot was composed but the implications are still bone chilling. God.

Uhhmmmm I'm very ambivalent about the "Hail Hydra". On one hand, it was 100% fanservice and the internet is probably going to go insane over it, and the dead way Sebastian Stan delivered the line. Good shit. Buuut what I love about CATWS is the way Bucky never, ever ever, mouths Hydra rethoric, and even when Pierce tries to gaslight him with it, it's just an empty effort. The Winter Soldier isn't doing anything because of ideological loyalty to Hydra, even if it's product of brainwashing, it's just sheer dehumanization. They don’t need him to say the words because he’s just An Asset. There are people who have put it more eloquently but yeah, I rather go with the fanon interpretation of that aspect.

The music growing louder with the shot of the keys. GOD.

I'm fine this is fine.

#2 cry with the therapy scene of fucking course.

The government monitoring Bucky is noooot going to end well lmao.

"We need to know that you're not gonna * slowmo stabbing motions *

Bucky: * nodding along slowly * 

I laughed out loud.

"It's passive agressive" I love him.

The way this scene just sucker punched me in the face, made me weep and then had me cracking up. Amazing.

Therapist: You can't do anything illegal

Bucky: yup yup check checkity check. What IS considered illegal tho?

*aggresive tablet finger pressing *

"Then why isn't it rule number one?" Bucky your Steve is showing.

I love the close up shot. I'll keep saying it. It's so good.

"I'm James Bucky Barnes" yeah you are🥺

That smile is nightmare fuel LMFAO I love it.

Uhm the way I'm kinning Bucky it's not funny anymore damn

That whole “are you lashing out at me” rambling is really reminiscent of the bar scene in CATFA and how he lashed out at Steve after Peggy left. Uhm yeah fuck.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "Peace"

"That is UTTER BULLSHIT" "You're a terrible shrink"

yeah ugly crying to ugly laughing speedrun for me

"You're free" "To do what?" jesus. That entire scene. #3 and #4 and #5 cries for moi.

Ugh that Brooklyn shot. Someone needs to do a gifset compairing it to the one in CATFA asap.

"It's like Monique but it's got a "U" in there for uniqueness" "That's absurd" LMAO

"You can't keep fighting with your neighbors" uHM * redacted redacted i'm shifting into 1940s mode abort abort *

"Nobody passed 90" "So young. Such a shame" FGADHGA

🥺🥺 yes flex those flirting skills good for you

"It's a dance to this things. You can't… you gotta warm up and I haven't danced since 1943. Feels like." #6 cry I completely broke down into tears with that.

This Yori storyline is going to punch me in the face with a metal fist. Great!

The TWS theme when he looks at Yori fuuuuuck.

GREAT LET'S GO TO LOUISIANA THAT WAS GETTING HEAVY.

Those shots of Sam in the car. Immaculate. Showstoping. Yes.

Marvel, what if instead of promoting the military industrial complex you put a lot of publicity about cars?

"Uncle Sam!" LMAO subtle.

Everyone trying to have the wings lmao same.

I've only had Sarah for a day but etc. Brooklyn 99 meme

Good mirroring about Steve and Sam family's legacy. Good shit. Goooood shit.

Sam is trying so hard ouch my heart. I can't imagine how painful the scene with them reuniting must have been. He 100% still feels a lot of guilt about being gone for those 5 years (and even longer before that).

"Maybe it is time for us to move on" uuuuuuuuuuh

"To the rescue" "Always" 🥺🥺 i love them so much already

That shot outside the restaurant is so beautiful. Can't wait to see the night scenes in Madripoor tbh.

"I tried the whole online dating thing. It's pretty crazy". Uhm well that is something that Bucky Barnes has now said. In canon. Damn.

"It's a lot" "You sound like my dad" LMAO

Every Bucky fanfic trope speedrun with this scene

"Wow you really can drink" OH you have no idea

Just realized we don't even know her name, well.

"You have any siblings?" "I have a sister" THE WAY I SCREECHED. We're definitely getting Becca

Well that escalated quickly. The important thing is to try?

I can't deal with this BUCKY SWEETIE #8 cry right there fuck

The wardrobe department is KILLING IT, there's such a difference between the outfits of the shows vs how ugly and generic it usually is.

"ThEre is NO such thiNg as on time. You're either EARLY or LATE . picK One" lmao the way he delivered that line

At first I thought the flag smashers had thrown two cars out of a window LMAO

"I don't know how jurisdiction works here, but I'mma have to place you under arrest" uhm yikes. The way they changed Joaquín Torres backstory to just random army nice guy #1 is not sitting well with me, what can I say.

Sam's wings motions I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR

Fuuuuck this guy.

"Funny how thing's always thighten around us" "Look, I'm on your side. After all, he's a hero". This script is C R I S P as hell, great fucking job.

"I don't care, I'm not gonna quit" "What are you trying to prove? And who you trying to prove it to" SHIT HSIT SHIT!!! UGH amazing. Look it's not necessary to say the show's questions out loud but how they flow between the conversations is still very satisfactory without feeling in your face about it. Inner conflicts have been set up fucking perfectly everyone * claps *

Ugh here we fucking go.  I knew this was how the episode was going to end but my stomach still dropped like a rollercoster. God.

The score is on point. Damn. Damn.

God, Sam.🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

The captain america franchise's visuals in the credits are always so amazing.

Also, does anybody know why Mackie isn't first in the billing?  Uhm what's that about?

ANYWAY CONCLUSION THAT EPISODE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HOLY SHIT. I love them so much. The balance between the personal conflicts and the political aspect (although the military aspect is still very much yikes) was on point and it was overall a joy to watch.

[gohyuck]

5+9+23 ? With Jaemin.

originally requested by @heyyyun ! my tumblr kept glitching so i copy/pasted your ask into my askbox lol.

based on this post

this was a fun combo of requests lol... and the freaky friday things definitely threw me for a loop. it got lowkey nsfw really fast, too, so there’s that. outright female reader

ft. a horny jeno lmfao

5) roommates

9) freaky friday

23) i thought you hated me but i just accidentally sent you a booty text and you accepted and i am seriously considering it

you aren’t living with jaemin because you want to.

it’s something you make very clear to any and everyone you know - jaemin is your roommate out of your necessity, not out of your choice. he was the first and only person to answer the desperate ad you’d placed in the newspaper when you’d realized you wouldn’t make rent without a roommate, and, before you could find any other option, you were stuck with him.

now, you refuse to be gotten wrong: it isn’t like he’s the worst roommate ever. he can cook, and he cleans up well enough, and he’s never made a late payment. hell, he’s even courteous and about as well-mannered as any guy in his early twenties can get, so you can’t really complain on that front. he’s nice to your friends and always lets you know before having company over, and he doesn’t hesitate to ask if you need anything before he goes shopping for himself. he isn’t a bad guy, by any means.

what he is is an incorrigible and unstoppable flirt.

for his part, he isn’t too thrilled with you either - ‘my little prude’ seems to be his favorite go to nickname for you as of late, and you’d be lying if it didn’t bother you. still, you suppose, you aren’t too gentle in calling him a manwhore to his face. he only ever laughs, seemingly delighted to wear the title like a badge.

even now, you can hear the girl in your living room giggling at something your roommate has said, his own voice just a little too low for you to hear from the confines of your bedroom. he’d texted you during lunch to tell you he’d have a date over, and you’d sent him back four successive eyeroll emojis. he’d taken your annoyance as a ‘yes, please eyefuck your newest fling for two hours while sitting on the couch i paid for’ and now you’re stuck, crosslegged on your bed with your laptop at half mast and one earphone in, other ear listening to jaemin turn his charisma up to the highest it can go for what will culminate in, at most, yet another one night stand that’ll have you wishing for soundproof walls.

you sigh as she laughs again, followed by jaemin saying something along the lines of ‘let me pour you some more’. there’s a faint clink of glasses and a sudden lowering of their voices, and you decide it’s best if you put your other earphone in.

some things aren’t worth the mental scarring.

it’s almost two hours later when you finish with the essay you’re working on, pull your earphones out of your ears and place the case gingerly on your nightstand, and shut your laptop down for the night. you can’t hear anything from out in the living room, and, surprisingly, there’s no unsavory sounds coming in from jaemin’s room down the hall, either. maybe they’ve already had their fun, you ponder.

she’ll slink out of your apartment in the morning, you guess. maybe you’ll be nice and offer her pancakes on her way out.

you grab your phone from where you’d thrown it haphazardly onto your bed earlier. there’s plenty of text messages lighting up your screen, most of which you ignore. one catches your eye immediately, though.

from: jeno ;)

i’ve been thinking about you.

his text has you quirking an eyebrow, but as you scroll up to find the picture that accompanies it, you take a sharp breath, your teeth sinking into your lower lip on impulse.

you’ve been fucking jeno for weeks, but even now the sight of his prominent bulge covered only by thin gray sweatpants has your mouth watering. the two of you are good friends - surprising, considering he’s jaemin’s best friend - and you know what you have will never amount to a real relationship. it’s the healthiest you can imagine a friends-with-benefits relationship to be, and you’re grateful for it.

and for the sex. god, are you grateful for the sex.

you rush to change out of the ratty old band shirt and boy shorts you’re wearing, opting to switch them out for a lace set you’d bought recently that you’ve been dying to show off. you clasp the bra easily before you pull on the matching light pink underwear.

as you settle in front of the floor length mirror that leans against your closet door, you can’t help but let your thoughts wander to jaemin. his little prude, huh? you laugh to yourself, wondering how he’d react if he knew you got dicked down semi-regularly by jeno. just because you aren’t as obvious as he is doesn’t mean you aren’t getting any.

you switch positions until you find a pose that’s just right, capturing your bitten bottom lip, the swell of your breasts, and how the lace hugs your hips. before you can second guess yourself, you snap a picture. 

if only jaemin could see you now.

you type out a short message - see something you like? maybe you should come over and look closer - and hit send, staring at your reflection for a bit longer before pushing yourself off the floor and back up onto your bed. it’s late, far too late for jeno to take you up on your offer, but it can’t hurt to ask. hell, maybe he’ll come over anyways. maybe you can make jaemin wish his walls were soundproof for once.

your phone vibrates in your hand, pulling you out of your thoughts of revenge against your roommate. you glance down, ready to respond cheekily to whatever jeno has said, and -

oh.

from: jaemin :/

fuck

yes

i wouldn’t mind, sweetheart. still, you could’ve asked in person. i’m only a door away, you know

your eyes widen in panic as you realize that, because you’d been thinking of jaemin earlier, you’d typed his name in and not jeno’s, resulting in you sending your honest-to-god nudes to your roommate. you rush to rectify your mistake, your fingers flying as you type a frantic response.

even as you hurry to tell him not to show up to your room naked, which you’re very afraid of him doing whether he has a girl over or not, a voice in the back of your mind can’t help but perk up.

i mean, jaemin is kind of hot, it says, actively laughing at your predicament. you wouldn’t mind being underneath him as he-

"shit!” you hiss out loud, acting as if swearing will distract you for your own thoughts. you press send, cursing the universe for causing your life to lead up to this moment as you do. 

to: jaemin :/

FUCK they weren’t meant for you 

please delete and pretend this never happened

+ don’t you have someone over????

his response comes quickly, and you brace yourself to read them. 

from: jaemin

lol PLEASE as if you have someone to sends nudes to

but yes i’ll delete :(

she left like an hour ago, not really my type

for the sake of your sanity you choose not to respond, only liking his message about deleting the picture you’d sent. you switch out your lace set for the clothes you’d had on earlier, not even bothering to respond to jeno as you’d meant to earlier. as you put your phone on charge and turn out your light for the night, you do your best to force yourself to sleep. 

hopefully, this whole ordeal will have blown over in the morning. 

♕ ♕ ♕

the first thing you notice when you wake up is how insanely bright the sun is. the white curtains on your window do nothing to stop the light from pouring into the room, and you - wait.

white curtains?

you look around, taking in the beat up ryan plushie on top of the bookshelf in the corner of the room and the gaming chair at the desk. as you become more and more awake, your setting makes itself obvious. 

once you realize it, you bolt upright, wondering what the hell you’re doing in jaemin’s room, especially when jaemin is nowhere to be found. you know you don’t sleepwalk, and you know for a fact that you’d fallen asleep in your own bed. 

it’s only as you swing your legs out of bed and happen to glance down at them that you realize what has happened.

before you can say anything, however, you hear a voice - your own voice exclaim a loud��‘what the hell?’ from down the hall. you rush out of your - jaemin’s - room, only to immediately run into what looks to be your own body.

“(name)?” it says, and you gulp before nodding.

“jaemin?”

♕ ♕ ♕

“look,” you say, pinching your - jaemin’s - nose bridge. “we’ve been arguing for like an hour, now. it’s obvious that neither of us know why this happened, so we might as well try to figure out what we can do to make it un-happen!”

“it’s because you sent me that nude,” he says, running a hand through his - your - hair. “the universe reset itself out of shock at seeing you do something remotely sexual.”

“if i was in my own body, i’d kick your ass right now,” you swear, pushing yourself up off of the dining table which you’d been leaning against. you take a threatening step towards jaemin. he laughs. 

“if i was in my own body, i’d... i’d probably be jerking off right now, to be honest. i miss my dick.”

you wince in disgust, staring down at his - your - face. “better not be to my picture.”

he shakes his - your - head at this, though not without raising his eyebrow at you. “i’m not a complete asshole - i deleted when you asked me to.”

“thank you,” you respond, not sure what else is to say. jaemin nods sagely before a grin starts spreading across his face.

“you know, maybe we have to recreate last night to fix it. do the same things, you know? who was the message meant for last night? maybe i’ll send them another one today.”

the thought of jaemin taking nudes of your body makes you feel dizzy in both bad and good ways. you realize he actually expects you to tell him, and you find yourself shaking your head no in response.

he quirks an eyebrow of yours. 

“what, don’t want me to know? it’s not like i’ll tell anyone, you know. i mean-”

“it’s not that,” you hurry to tell him, and he smirks at you in return. 

“no? then what is it?”

before you can respond, jaemin continues speaking, and you realize his question had been rhetorical. “oh, i know!” he says, sounding as if he’s had the realization of a lifetime. “you meant to send it to me, didn’t you? you just lied and got cold feet, after. i knew it! there’s no way you’re actually-”

in your haste to get jaemin to shut the hell up and your current inability to think straight, you cross the space between you two in one stride before pressing your mouth against his (or, you guess, his mouth against yours), desperate to get him to stop talking. your eyes are screwed shut anyways, so you don’t see his slide shut. 

the two of you stay like that for what feels like an eternity before you pull away.  

“i’m so sorry-” you start, opening your eyes to peer sheepishly up at jaemin. 

wait. 

up?

you blink once, twice, before bursting out into laughter. jaemin, after overcoming his own befuddlement does the same. 

“oh my god, i can’t believe that fixed it,” you say once you get over the shock of being back in your own body. “holy shit.”

“i can’t believe any of that happened in the first place,” jaemin says, and you nod in agreement. a silence falls between the two of you almost immediately as you both try to figure out what to say to each other now. 

you glance around the room, searching for something to fixate your gaze on. you know jaemin is doing the same beside you. before you can say something embarrassing - you’re seriously considering patting him on the back and going ‘good work out there’ - jaemin rests his hands lightly against your waist, forcing you to meet his eyes with yours. 

“i kind of wish i’d experienced our kiss from inside my own body,” he says, and you search his face for an iota of a joke, something that says he’s messing with you. 

there’s none to be found. you reach a hand up to rest against the back of his neck and, before you know it, you’re cupping the back of his head and pulling his lips to yours once again, though this one is much more passionate than the last. his hands tighten their grips on your waist as he pulls you flush against him, and you tangle your fingers in his hair.

once you pull away, you can’t bring yourself to leave his grasp. instead, you ask him the question that’s burning on your mind. 

“do you want to see the lace set in person?”

your roommate nods, his excited actions directly contrasting his dark, hooded gaze. he lets you take his hand in yours, allowing you to drag him to your room. just as you shove open your bedroom door, however, jaemin speaks again. 

“out of curiosity, who was the picture meant for?”

you stare at him for one, two beats before sighing, wincing right after. he gazes back at you both steadily and expectantly, and you figure you may as well say it. 

“it ... it was meant for jeno.” 

"what?”

[ahtsumu]

“worldwide” by big time rush for oikawa🥺 pronouns she/her! thank you in advance i love your work❤️

[worldwide] dude i went quite some bit over 500 words im so sorry LMFAO

PARIS

“Wait, wait, wait,” is the first thing you hear from his side of the call. Oikawa Tooru’s grinning face suddenly fills your phone screen as he moves through his darkened hotel room. “Before you tell me anything, how was your day?”

You smile against your pillow. “Great, but I––“ a yawn escapes from your lips “–– I missed you.”

“Were you sleeping? Sorry, I know it’s late––”

“It’s only ten here, Tooru. Isn’t it like three in the morning in Paris?” you laugh. Nodding, he sets the phone down on an elevated surface and starts rummaging through the hotel closet.

“I have a flight in a few hours so I thought I’d call before jetting off again.” His voice is muffled by the sound of coat-hangers clanging against each other.

“Madrid, right? I think you…” you trail off, watching him change suspiciously slowly out of his pyjamas and into a pair of jeans. “Are you trying to seduce me, Tooru?”

He shoots you an incredulous look, but the twitch of his lips betrays his amusement. “What ever do you mean by that?”

LONDON

POST-GAME CELEBRATION: OIKAWA TOORU CAUGHT WITH UP-AND-COMING MODEL

Argentinian Setter a Player in More Ways Than One!

You continue to stare at the image blown up on half of your laptop screen–– he’s walking out of the club with the rest of the CA San Juan team and a very attractive girl trails behind him with the faintest smirk on her lips.

It’s fake. Fake. Fake. You know it is, yet somehow, uncertainty bites away at your stomach.

On the other half of your screen, a tired Oikawa runs his hands over his face. It’s nearly one in the morning in London but the news broke just a few minutes ago. And when his phone started blowing up from his teammates and manager, he couldn’t not call you.

Now, usually, you don’t pay any attention to what tabloids say (not that Oikawa gets caught in “scandals” often), but this time it’s different. She’s gorgeous. And as much as you hate to admit it, you’re not feeling the greatest about yourself right now. It’s not that you believe the rumours–– it’s that they’ve chipped away at your confidence. Are you still good enough to be the Oikawa Tooru’s girlfriend?

You open your mouth but can’t find the right words to say.

“I had no idea she was behind me.” Oikawa offers his explanation after seeing you struggle to start the conversation. “She probably just followed me out to get papped. If you check Nic’s story you can see that I spent the whole night with the boys and I swear to God I didn’t talk to one girl that night. I never do.” His brown eyes search yours, begging you to believe him. You do, but that’s not what you’re worried about.

A few seconds pass in complete silence. “She’s really pretty,” is all you’re finally able to say.

Realisation strikes the brunet. “So?” he retorts instantly. “There are a million pretty girls out there, babe, but I don’t want any of them. Only you have my heart.”

You frown. “Are you happy like this, though?’ you ask, genuinely concerned. “With me? You could probably––”

Oikawa cuts you off firmly, leaning closer to his camera. “You’re the one and only person on my mind no matter where I am. You’ve been with me through thick and thin, wiped sweat and tears off my face, given me love that I probably don’t even deserve, and you think that I can’t be happy with you? Baby, happy is the least of the feelings I have for you.”

Finally, the turmoil in your stomach lulls to a stop. With a soft grin, you say, “So I may have been a little stupid.”

TOKYO

His voice is raspy from fatigue when he calls. “I missed you by my side today,” he murmurs.

“Babe, it’s midnight in Tokyo,” you reply, furrowing your brows. “Shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“I can’t without hearing your voice,” he says. “It’s so weird being back where I grew up. Home.” He pauses, then chuckles lightly. “Well, it’s not really home anymore, but it’s still got that… feeling to it.”

“Then where is home?” you ask, a smile tugging at your lips. Oikawa Tooru is the cheekiest sap in the entire world, so there’s no doubt that he’s going to say––

“With you.”

BUENOS AIRES

After four months of him being gone, there’s no better sight in this world than Oikawa Tooru walking through the apartment door with his suitcase at two in the afternoon.

With a tired smile, he closes his eyes, stretches his arms out, and says, “Hey.”

Stunned, you leap off the couch and towards the brunet at a thousand miles an hour, throwing yourself into his embrace.

“You smell like airport and citrus,” you say, wrinkling your nose. Still, you sigh happily when his arms come around your neck and tug your body closer to his.

“I’m gone for four months and that’s the first thing you say to me?” Oikawa pulls away, jaw hanging open in offence.

“Shut up,” you laugh, giving his shirt a hard yank. He grins as he falls back towards you, hands coming up to the sides of your face.

“You asked for it,” he replies, kissing you deeply.

After four torturous months away from home, Oikawa Tooru thinks that there’s no better feeling in this world than your smiling lips on his.

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?

[jayflrt]

did you edit the header yourself? it's so nice. i also made an edit today morning. it is a class of 2021 txt edit. like i was so proud of it but the doodles were not my cup of tea. also if you want i can show it to you but how do i link it to you, maybe i'll post it on my pinterest so that you and everyone can see my edit or idk. help!! but i was actually so fucking proud of the edit :) but i didn't doodle near the class of 2021 😭😭 but it still looks neat kinda ☺— 🦔

(cont.) and also, i've been writing all my ideas in my diary and just thinking of writing everything once i finish my grade 10 so i am just wishing for the best. god!! please help (also how do you manifest?) how was your day yesterday and also if i observe your status of being online. i feel like you wake up at 10-11am and sleep at 3-4am (hope i am wrong🤡this is called observation!) i love being observant and that's like the best advantage i have because i can easily know people's habits and routine. i'm not more observant these days because i'm getting distracted due to personal problems and social media, so it's just a normal thing for a teen to go. i still remember how jay would just soften by seeing jungwon and the way jake always clinges on to the people near him :( and i am just remembering and reminding myself that i once had passions too, i used to sing and i'm still singing, used to learn classical dance and my body is like so stiff and i can't learn kpop dances :(

(cont.) I might sleep by the time you answer my ask so I'm just linking my edit incase you wanna check it out. I'm super proud of it but just the doodles were a little you know upside down :( also i had to take inspo from Pinterest for those doodles of course 🙄 here is the edit— https://pin.it/4iliGtH

i did edit it !!! the psd credits are in my navi but i used a psd from dreamydrips on deviantart :’) but thank you v much !!! 🥰💗 i just looked at your edit on pinterest tho and it looks SO GOOD <33 i rlly love the doodles omg seeing the class of ___ edits on pinterest are always so cool :’)

ooh are these ideas for fics?? i’ve also attempted to write a bunch at once like that and it didn’t work out HAHAH but i wish you all the best 🙏 your determination is probably stronger than mine :’)) and manifestation?? HAHAH i mean i’ve talked ab manifesting as a joke i don’t think i’ve ever tried it seriously !! but im sure there are ppl who have but im personally not sure how to actually manifest smthn 😵‍💫

LOLL actually i wake up around 8-9 bc of classes !! and honestly my sleep schedule varies a LOT like sometimes i’ll stay up to 2-3 ish but i’ve been sleeping around midnight lately 😳 i guess i don’t rlly have a set schedule for sleeping/waking up, it’s very dependent on the day and what i do LOLL like when i was home for break i stayed up until 6 am a few nights 🏃‍♂️ but my day yesterday was pretty good !! i just did some homework and then went to get coffee with my friend (and she gave me a squishmallow 🥰) and then my other friends came over and we watched howl’s moving castle (again 😪) together ♡ how was your day love??

ooh you sing ?? :o some of my friends are amazing singers and take vocal lessons but i just like singing to myself(??) for fun LMFAO i definitely cannot mariah carey my way thru a song 🥲 but it’s okay you can reignite those passions !! skating used to be all i did so i felt pretty empty when i had to stop for uni, but then i started doing other things that interested me so that i wouldn’t feel so bored 💘

[oikawatower]

a moment. | a. miya

━━☆⌒*. years after your breakup with atsumu, you’re face to face with him. but even if it was for a moment, you felt like a love-struck teen again.

ミ✭ manga spoilers hehe !! my pacing for writing is so ... weird ?? i feel like nothing flows n e ways .. i’ve been down in the dumps for the past week which is kinda why i havent posted anything so i mustered up the motivation to finish this and post it. LMFAO bUt the way i can’t write atsumu’s accent or anGsT🧍🏻‍♀️

・‥━☆ inspired by ‘when we were young’ by adele

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

YOU couldn’t believe your eyes! You kept blinking, hoping to make the image in front of you dissipate and you’d sigh in relief. But the view became more vivid, more heartbreakingly beautiful as time began to slowly still and you locked your eyes onto your ex-boyfriend, Atsumu Miya.

If you’d known Atsumu was on the same team as Bokuto and Hinata, then you would’ve never tagged along with Keiji and his friend, Tenma, to the MSBY Black Jackals vs Schweiden Adlers game. You couldn’t help but think they’ve set you up; bought you a ticket, made you show up no matter what, and then, as if by desperation, you’d set aside your pride and make amends with him.

A fear of succumbing to your burned out feelings began to creep in the depths of your heart. You averted your eyes from Atsumu as he began to move closer to you, your presence still unknown to him.

Your heart began to race, face reddening by the second, and your body covered with goosebumps. Atsumu was closing in on you and if you didn’t know better, you’d walk away. You’d walk away from the man who made your high school experience tolerable, the man who stole your first kiss under a small bridge in the park, and the love of your life. The only person you’ve loved so madly, so deeply, so truly, was in front of you. Yet, your first thought was to run away from him. By thinking that, you’ve already broken his heart a second time.

“(Y/N)?” You heard the voice that belonged to your ex-lover fill your ears. The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine as you heard the uncertainty in it. You rose your head to take a look, and along with it, the feelings you felt in your teenage years rose to the surface of your heart.

Atsumu looked as handsome as the day you left—minus the puffy eyes and tears. His colored hair no longer reminding you of piss since he dyed it a nicer shade of yellow. Still, what an atrocious color, but he made it fit. Then, you looked him in the eye. His eyes made your nerves settle down. You felt at home, even if you lived miles away from Japan now, Atsumu had always been your go-to, your solace away from sadness. It’s been years since you parted ways for your future, to make your dreams come true while Atsumu does the same. In the time during, the both of you failed to realize your dreams were to be together through everything.

You smiled at him, “Hey, ‘Tsumu. It’s been awhile.” Atsumu nodded in agreement. It had been awhile, the last time he’d seen you was on Hinata’s phone when he’d shown Atsumu the picture you sent with Iwaizumi during your short stay in California.

“How’s Australia treating you?” Atsumu asked while he ushered you to sit down on a seat next to him.

“It’s alright, the bugs are scary big and all the people I’ve met so far are super nice,” You rubbed your hands on your thighs, “But I’m home now!”

Atsumu leaned against the wall as he chuckled. He knew you despised being away from home, especially in an unknown country where a majority of the insects seemed to be bigger than usual. When you had told him you’d be considering going abroad for your studies, a part of him didn’t worry. Mainly due to the point that he knew you wouldn’t have the courage to do it. But here you were, residing in Australia and making his heart swell with emotions he hasn’t felt in awhile.

✧༺ ༻∞

The next few hours were spent like old times. It felt like Atsumu and you were still together, somehow able to surpass the big gap of distance between the two of you. You felt seventeen again. Happiness bubbled in your stomach, love overwhelmed your heart, you felt breathless as you held onto Atsumu’s hand. You smiled to yourself, never wanting to leave the comfort of your home, your Atsumu.

Atsumu took out his phone, “Let’s take a pic? I’ll be sure to send it to ya and put it as my lockscreen.” You lightly smacked his shoulder, rolling your eyes as you pose for the picture.

“Tonight was fun, ‘Tsumu!” You spread your arms wide, inviting Atsumu in for a hug.

Atsumu’s face fell, your invite for a hug reminding him the night was to end and you’d both move on with your lives tomorrow morning.

Accepting the inevitable, he hugs you tightly.

“Hey,” Atsumu pulled away, “Can I have a moment before ya go?”

“Of course.”

Atsumu loomed closer to you. His eyes staring you down and you’d cower if you hadn’t felt comfortable.

He held his hand over his heart, “It’s hard for me to admit that everything that happened tonight reminded me of when we were together,” he took a deep breath, “And a part of me keeps holding on to ya as if time won’t catch up to us and everything we are will become nothing but memories.”

You grabbed a hold of his hands. Atsumu still thought of being with you until the end of time. Oh god, this reminded you of when you first left. The overwhelming emotions of sadness and desperation filled your blood, you wanted more time.

“W-What are you saying, Atsumu?”

“I’m saying that I still care, do ya?”

You let go of Atsumu’s hands, wrapping them around yourself as if stopping you from wilting away. How were you supposed to answer that?

Before Atsumu could hear your answer, your phone began to ring. You took it out of your pocket and saw Keiji was calling you. He was probably wondering where you were, why you were out so late when you had an early flight the next morning.

Looking up at Atsumu, your voice began to waver, “I have to go.”

Atsumu lowered his head. He nodded, he was going to let you leave. He was going to watch how you took half of his heart with you, how his feelings seemed to multiply the farther you seem, and how you’ll wilt slowly because he couldn’t stop you again.

You waved, “Bye, Atsumu.”

You turned around, walking away from the love of your life. You didn’t bother to call Keiji back, too worried you’d break down as you explained what happened.

For the first time in the past four years, you relived your first love with Atsumu. The first man you’d always love, the man who gave you the world, and you’d never regret anything with him.

Ding!

You heard your phone, looking at it to see who messaged you.

Tears brimmed your eyes, Atsumu had sent you the picture from earlier.

You stared at the picture for the longest time. It was beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful. You wondered if the picture had captured the last time you and Atsumu were ever going to be exactly like the two of you were in high school.

“I do care, Atsumu.”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

[maggielindemanns]

all mixed up - an elu social media au

summary: it’s simple really - eliott meets a guy at the bar, that guy gives him a fake number, and that fake number just so happens to belong to lucas. the rest is history.

[EPILOGUE PART THREE]

[EPILOGUE PT 2 || BONUS]

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[note: putting it up here w everything else bc this one is long so it’ll be under the cut and i am SORRY . this took so long i was not at my home and i have one lil baby bonus thing i wanna post (later), but i just wanna say another thank you to all of you, like...just finishing out the writing process of this universe today really put me through Emotions LMFAO but i really do just wanna thank you guys one last time for every single thing, the support and love i’ve gotten with this au has been nothing short of incredible and heart warming and honestly my whole world like cannot even express how much this au and you all mean to me so . sadly, here i am to do this 🥺 without further ado, the final part for amu, epilogue part 3 🥺💛]

JAN 11TH, 12:32 AM

Eliott couldn’t sleep. It was officially anniversary day, their six month anniversary, and rather than sleeping peacefully in Lucas’ arms, he was watching the slow and steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. Hair was falling onto his forehead and his eyelashes were casting a shadow onto his cheekbones, thanks to the soft white light of the streetlights peeking through the curtains. To Eliott, he looked nothing short of ethereal, but he always thought that about Lucas.

His thoughts were the very reason why he couldn’t sleep, however. School was starting up in a matter of days, graduation was around the corner, and he was yet to hear back from any internships he applied to last week while at his parents’ house with Lucas. The pressures of life to come were hitting him so very hard, and the timing was just not good.

“Why do you think so loud?” Lucas mumbled in that usual sleepy voice, the one that made Eliott want to hold him forever and never let him go. He opened his eyes when Eliott took too long to give an answer, and that made Eliott smile.

“Why do you listen so hard?” he countered, and Lucas tsked at him, starting to smile back.

“You’re an ass.” He reached over and touched Eliott’s face then, thumbing over his cheekbone and his lips. “Pretty though. What’s on your mind, Lartigue?”

“Too much.”

“Talk to me. I got time.”

“Remember all those internships I applied to with you?” he asked. Lucas nodded. “Nothing back so far. Graduation is in a matter of months. My senior year is going to end and I’m probably going to be stuck at the video club if no one gets back to me. I don’t want to stock DVDs and check things in and out forever, I wanna create and live life as a true starving artist.”

“Eli,” he sighed, “you will get something, don’t stress.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Then...you’ll keep trying ‘til you do. And I’ll be with you every step of the way. Even if it takes years and we end up having to use twisty ties as wedding rings and live in your tiny college apartment forever, I’ll still support you and your dream. You deserve it, so.”

Eliott just smiled at him, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of love for the boy laying beside him. Lucas always seemed to know what to say to make him feel better and put a halt to the quick spiraling of his thoughts. His gaze was unwavering and his eyes were bright as he scooted closer to Eliott until they were basically nose to nose.

“I love you,” was all Eliott could think to say. Lucas’ face softened and he kissed Eliott’s nose, feeling like ‘I love you’ back wasn’t sufficient for what he felt for Eliott. Of course, six months didn’t seem like a long time, but to Lucas, it felt like a lifetime of loving Eliott. Of learning everything about him, including what he needs to hear in times like this. And he really did love him more than anything.

“I love you too. More than you know, Demaury. Let’s sleep, yeah?” Eliott nodded at that and Lucas turned over, Eliott snuggling close and pressing a kiss to Lucas’ shoulder.

“Twisty ties,” Eliott whispered, and Lucas simply closed his eyes.

“Shut up.”

•••••

JAN 11TH, 11:54 PM

“This tastes like fizzy glitter water, Eliott,” Lucas laughed, and Eliott laughed even harder, almost spilling his own glass of cheap champagne. They decided to save the drinks for home after spending the night out at dinner so they could come back to Eliott’s together, the rest of their night spent drunk on cheap champagne and wrapped up in each other.

“It is champagne, stop. Glittery because it’s...the shimmers of our love in it.”

“What are you even saying right now?” Lucas asked him, and he shrugged, downing the rest of his glass and pouring another.

“I don’t know, baby. But I do know this - I love you so fucking much, happy six months.”

“À ce soir,” Lucas said, smiling and holding up his glass. Eliott clinked his glass against Lucas’ and they sipped, smiling at each other like goons. Lucas felt warm and happier than ever honestly. Warm, happy, and so very in love.

About an hour after that, it was almost midnight. Lucas felt thoroughly blissed out after being loved on like he just was, still feeling phantom sensations on his hips, thighs, and face where Eliott grabbed on him the most. He shut his eyes for a second, feeling like he still was catching his breath, and he could feel Eliott staring at him without even looking to confirm.

“Why are you staring at me?” Lucas mumbled, and Eliott laughed, shifting next to him and putting his finger on what most likely was some kind of bruise starting to form along his jaw. The thought combined with his touch sent a chill down his spine.

“Because you’re beautiful.”

“You’re corny, be quiet now.”

Eliott chuckled as he shifted some more beside him, laying on his back, and they did indeed sit in a comfortable silence for a bit before either of them said anything.

“Let’s do this forever, Lu,” Eliott spoke quietly. “Maybe you should just move in with me, like...for real.”

Lucas opened his eyes at that, turning his head to find Eliott looking up at his ceiling, blinking slow. He searched his face for any sign of it being a joke at all or if he was going to continue saying anything else, but he didn’t.

“I’ll consider it. Okay?” Eliott started grinning at that and gave him a short nod.

“Okay.”

••••••

JAN 18TH, 6:52 AM

To say Eliott was nervous about today was an understatement. He didn’t have class for another three hours, and yet he couldn’t get himself to go back to sleep now that he was up. He decided to quietly and carefully slip away from Lucas, who was with him more often than not these days, and go take a long shower to just...think.

He’d been standing in the shower for quite some time, how long exactly he wasn’t sure. The plan was to stand here until it got cold or something and try to not look like he’s thinking about everything under the sun before he went back to Lucas in his room.

When he did make it back to his room, a towel around his waist, he saw that Lucas was actually gone. His side of the bed was made up and the only trace that he was even here was the fact that his drawer was slightly open and a t-shirt was half pulled out of it. That, and the note left on the bed, and Eliott grabbed for it as soon as he noticed it, beginning to read.

eli,

i had class at 9:05 and it’s day one, so i didn’t wanna be late. i’m sorry to just leave this note :( i love you though. i know the last few days have been a little hard for you, but take it easy today, okay? you’re brilliant and whatever needs to get done will get done. i know it. don’t stress. make that your mantra or something.

i made toast and eggs, both in the kitchen. eggs might be cold by the time you read this, but still better than the ‘UOD’ you made me way back when.

i love you, and good luck today. <3

-L

p.s. don't go looking for your brown jacket i stole it bc it’s cold <3

Eliott first looked to his closet, seeing that it was indeed open and a hanger was peeking out, as if he ripped the jacket off of it in his rush to go. The thought made Eliott smile, and he grabbed his phone before making his way to the kitchen to eat, his only thoughts now being how much he loved this boy and always would.

•••••••

JUNE 21ST, 4:33 PM

“Just need a height on Demaury and then we’re done,” Sof told them, filling in for Eliott’s wingspan on the cap and gown sheet.

Lucas had been going around him with a tape measure for the last 45 minutes, debating with Sof and Yann about numbers not sounding right. When Sofiane kept asking ‘well, whose best friend is this?’, Lucas always countered with ‘whose boyfriend is this?’ as if that made him more correct than anyone, and Eliott couldn’t help but smile. In the end, they got it done though, and Eliott was now holding the top of the tape measure for Lucas while he brought it to the floor, looking up at him once he got a measurement.

“What?” Eliott asked. “I was 181 centimeters last time I did this, did I shrink?”

“Nope. 183. A whole two centimeters taller.” Lucas stood back up and booped him on the nose, making him roll his eyes.

“Aw, he’s growing so big and strong, how cute,” Yann teased, and Sofiane laughed, shoving his shoulder and telling him to stop. Lucas wound the tape measure back up with the push of a button then, throwing it at Yann after.

“Can’t believe you losers are graduating next month,” Yann mentioned casually. Sofiane and Eliott looked at each other, seeming a bit sad about the idea, and Lucas gave Yann a look that screamed ‘fix it, now’. “But, you know, you guys will be great adults, obviously. You’re great,” he added hesitantly, “I’ll miss you guys.”

“Yann, just stop talking now,” Lucas sighed, making Sofiane laugh. Eliott just smiled, hugging Lucas from behind and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll miss you too, Yann-y boy,” Sofiane teased, pinching his cheek. Yann pushed his hand away, mumbling about hating that Sof called him that.

“Me too,” Eliott agreed before looking at Lucas. “I’d say you too, but I see you all the time.”

“And that won’t change.”

“Ew, please don’t be gross in front of us,” Sofiane groaned, and Eliott started kissing his cheek repeatedly just to be annoying, making Lucas laugh as he accepted the love.

Lucas didn’t say it, but he was going to miss all of this too. And he couldn’t believe he only had not even a month left of this either.

••••••

•••••••

JULY 11TH, 8:46 PM

“Yours looks better than mine,” Lucas pouted, and Eliott looked at him unamused.

“Lucas, this is my degree.”

Lucas flicked paint off his paintbrush at him and Eliott flinched just a little, starting to laugh. They decided to spend the night in for their anniversary, following a Bob Ross tutorial on some of Eliott’s unused canvases together. Some candles were still burning from their candlelit Chinese takeout dinner they shared, and they were using Eliott’s TV to play the tutorial on. It was all fun and games until Lucas looked over and saw that Eliott’s was like a perfect replica of what was onscreen.

“This is my degree,” Lucas mocked, and Eliott gave him a look before pausing the video. Lucas started laughing and leaned over to press a kiss to his bare shoulder. He then looked at him, not saying anything.

“What now?” Eliott asked, feigning exasperation. Lucas dropped his paintbrush into their jar of water and turned to face him, hugging his knees to his chest. “Uh oh, am I in trouble?”

“Why would you be in trouble, no. I just. I considered.”

“Marriage or the moving thing?” Eliott teased, and Lucas smacked his arm gently.

“The moving thing, idiot. You’re not funny.”

“What’s the verdict, Lallemant?”

“I...guess you can call me your roommate. I’ll move in. The answer’s yes.”

Eliott got visibly excited and immediately got up in lieu of giving an actual response, walking away to his room, and Lucas was beyond confused.

“Eli?” he called out, “where are you going? This is the part where you shower me with kisses and you tell me we’re gonna bang on every surface to celebrate!”

“Wait, wait, wait!”

“That was a joke, Eliott.”

He came running back in and sat in front of Lucas once again, putting a small, maroon box in his hands. A spike of panic rose in Lucas, feeling like he knew what this was.

“Eliott, I love you, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be a husband yet…” he told him, his voice gentle. Eliott started laughing right in his face, and Lucas’ whole demeanor changed. “Fuck you, why are you laughing?”

“No, it’s not funny, baby, I’m sorry—“

“It’s not funny, yet you’re laughing at me.”

“No! Lucas, just. Open it, please.”

Lucas was giving him a dirty look as he opened the box, and when he saw what it was, his face softened again.

“This is...this is for here, isn’t it?”

“This is a key for here, yeah. I was gonna bring it up to you later and give it to you as your gift, but you just kind of beat me to it so I’m giving it to you now. If you want a custom one, I’ll get it for you if you hate it, but I just want you to have keys for what is now ours,” Eliott rambled. “Well, it’s always felt like ours to me, but—“

“Eliott,” Lucas interrupted, looking at him. Eliott took a deep breath and Lucas scooted closer to Eliott, kissing him just once before looking in his eyes. “I love you. It’s perfect, everything. Especially you. Thank you.”

“And I love you.”

•••••••

[jinxhallows]

A Chaotic Freewrite Pt. 5

Ok. Bear with me. This part has a lot of chaos. Idk if its cause I’m writing to goddamn Hans Zimmer (cinematic music) but I definitely cried writing my own shit? Like why am I voluntarily traumatizing myself?? lmfao deadass crying as I post this.  Goodluck, yall.

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                                            Eijirou “Eij” Kirishima

The car ride to Shoto’s home was relatively silent.  Bakugou wasn’t keen on going on, what he kept saying was a ‘wild goose chase’ to find someone who he insisted ‘didn’t want to be found’.  I knew he was here solely on the strength of our friendship.  Our bodies were exhausted, bruised and battered from an earlier encounter with some unexpectedly strong villains that tried to hold hostages in a bank.  Crime was starting to get ugly again, at an alarming rate.  

This wasn’t an ideal day to do extracurriculars after work; but Bakugou and I had agreed on Friday, so here we were.  He had a permanent scowl on his face, brows furrowed as his fingers bounced around on his phone screen, his head leaning against the car window.

I sat back in my seat and sighed, driving with one hand as my other arm hung out the window, allowing the cool evening breeze to drift in and air dry my sticky, sweaty hair.

“Do you think we’ll ever be able to really stop villains from doing all this bad shit?  Like honestly.”

“What a dumb question.  Of course not.” Bakugou scoffed, never taking his eyes off the screen, “That’s how we make a living.”

I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter before loosening my grip as my thoughts ping ponged back and forth in my skull.  “What’s the end goal then, man?”

Bakugou sat up in his chair with a sigh, pushing his phone into his jean pocket.  “There is no end goal, Kiri.  We keep chaos under control.  It’s a job.” I could feel him glance over at me, “You’ve been thinkin about your ‘purpose’ or somethin stupid like that lately?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “Nah.  Don’t worry about it.” I let the thought fall by the wayside.  This lifestyle was all I had grown to know and understand, it made no sense to question it now.  Bakugou was right, it was a job, and we kept chaos under control.

Well, I can keep everyone else’s chaos under control.

But what do I do about my own?

I had been dedicated to saving the lives of others for over a decade now.  I came very close to losing my life more than thrice.  I’ve been on death’s doorstep so often, he probably knows what I like to eat for breakfast and how I like to sleep at night.  

I just wondered if I was making any sort of difference sometimes.  When I got to thinkin’ too much, a tiny voice would say in the back of my brain, “You’re just a hamster on a wheel”.

The rest of the car ride remained silent, save for the soft rock music that provided background ambience.  The city buildings soon turned into expansive land and grassy acres, littered with farm animals every few miles.  Dense forestry cloaked the outer parts of the winding roads that led us to Shoto’s home.  As my car crunched across the gravel driveway, I spotted him headed towards us on a stunning black horse.  He had on a white v neck that had a few smudges of what appeared to be a grease of some sort or maybe oil? He had light denim jeans, with a few smudges down the edges, and wore black boots.  I forgot how long his hair had become, as the half white and half red were intertwined in a long braid down his back.

“How’s it going man?” I waved, hopping down out of my Jeep.  Shoto rode up next to us and he looked down with a very faint smile.

“How have you been, Eijirou? It’s been quite some time.” Shoto spoke collectedly, his voice soft.

“I’ve been better, but hey, things don’t stay bad for too long right?” I grinned with a tilt of my head.

“I guess it depends on how bad things really are.” Shoto gave a gentle tap with his feet to his horse, which ambled over to the open garage, where he swung his leg off and hopped down, dusting his body briefly before tying his horse up and continuing to talk, “You said you wanted to come talk to me about Midoriya?”

Shoto stood up straight and ran his fingers through the few locks of white that had fallen into his face on the right side.  “Has something happened?”

“That’s why we’re here, Icy-Hot.  Don’t play stupid, where’s Deku?”

“Ah Bakugou.” Shoto spoke, “I see you haven’t changed much either.”

Bakugou stood up, after having himself propped against the grill of my truck.  “He always keeps in contact with you.  He’s been gone for five months and nobody’s heard from him.”

“I'm sorry.” Shoto held a rag in his hand from the nearby workstand and began wiping his fingers carefully, “Nobody even informed me.  Is he not still in Seoul visiting his father?”

“When did he go there?” I asked curiously.

Shoto gestured for us to follow him indoors and we obliged.  As we walked together down the hallway, he continued to explain, “About five months ago was the last time I saw him myself.  He was here, in fact.  He made plans to stay here overnight because its closer to the airport and he had an early flight.” 

We all corralled in the kitchen.  Bakugou opted to lean against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest.  I pulled out a wooden chair and sat down at the table.  The kitchen smelled like freshly baked bread, and was rustic, white, and clean.  The sunset cast an orange glow through the large windows that were over the sink, and into the room.

“So you’re saying he stopped by here and then left the next day to go to the airport for Seoul?” I repeated, making sure I had the details correct.

“You know if you’re hiding Deku, if he’s up to something, you’re an accomplice and right now, you’re committing criminal obstruction, right?” Bakugou barked, “You may not be a pro-hero anymore, but we still are, and I have no issue turning you over to the police.”

“C’mon Bakugou we didn’t come here for an interrogation, we’re just trying to gather some information, that’s all.”  I tried to calm my friend down.  As he grew older, his aggressive nature lessened but he never became any less of a short fuse and a hair trigger.  “You do remember India, right Shoto?”

He nodded, “Your ex girlfriend? The American, right?”

“Yeah.” I looked down at my folded hands on the table before I sighed, “Well she’s in a pretty sticky situation right now.  She is convinced that Deku knows a way to help her.  I’m only here to help because if there’s a way we can rescue her, I’ll do it.  And if Deku is missing, that could mean something bigger is happening. I’m trying to stop this train before it hits and its too late...again.”  I stopped my explanation there.  

I knew Shoto understood what I meant.  His father was killed by his own brother, many years ago when the league of villains became overwhelmingly powerful.  It was a dark period in our history, and caused a lot of changes to take place.  One of those changes, was Shoto retiring early and moving out here for a quiet, more simple and isolated life.

We didn’t want to be caught by surprise again.  We couldn’t afford to.  We didn’t have enough bodies, so many were killed in that war.  The newer generation of Heroes were still developing, learning and growing.  It just wasn’t good timing right now to let the enemy get the jump on us.

“Have you heard from your brother?” Bakugou asked.

“Which one?”

“I’m not tracking your goddamn family tree Shoto, you know who I mean.” Bakugou snapped. “After Shigaraki was killed, things got real quiet around the city.  Now crimes are ramping up again in isolated events; and you wanna know what I think?”

“I’m intrigued, tell me what you think, Bakugou.”

Bakugou stood up from the counter, he seemed to be offended by the relaxed nature of Shoto.  That always was something that got under his skin all those years ago.  ​He approached him until they were half a foot apart from each other.  I remained on standby in case I needed to intercept.

“I think the league of villains has a new leader now.  I think they’re preparing to re-emerge, and I think you’re playing a part in it by being a safehouse for people trying to fly under the radar right now.  People like Deku.” He growled. “That’s what I think.”

“Oh?” Shoto appeared amused. “That’s quite a theory.”

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                                                        India

The twilight hour had fallen upon the island, basking it in a dreamy, purple-blue glow.  Stars were beginning to flicker, faint in the sky above, and the air was warm and humid.  My husband, Levi and I were seated at the dinner table, finishing up the meal that we had prepared together, sharing a few laughs and reflecting on happier memories.  Levi didn’t drink often, but on special occasions at the house, he would partake in a few glasses of wine.  Nothing to impair him, of course; he always knew better.

“I think my favorite memory of you was during our honeymoon.  Remember the party at my cousin’s place?” Levi recalled.  He stood up and gathered his dishes and went to place them in the sink.

“How could I forget...” I widened my eyes as I took another sip of my wine and passed my plates to the edge of the table.  Levi preferred to be the one to keep the household chores done when he was home.  He could become highly particular and didn’t trust anyone else to get things as clean as he wanted them to be.  I never complained, I hated doing dishes anyhow!

“You were so drunk.” He chuckled as he scrubbed the plate clean, shaking his head, “You bumped right into my older cousins and knocked the Kalua pig right off the tray.  You’re so damn clumsy sometimes.”

“Your favorite memory of me, is me ruining the ceremony your family put together to celebrate our union?” I walked over to him at the sink, placing my wine glass in alongside the dishes he was making his way through.

“I found it…endearing.” He shrugged, placing the dishes into a rack.  “I really enjoy seeing you be yourself; that’s a reason I married you, your spunk, your ability to have fun and completely let go.” He turned the water off and shook out his hands, grabbing a towel to dry them as he looked at me.  “I can almost say it makes me jealous sometimes, India.  I don’t know how you do it, sweetheart.”

“I could say the same about you.” I countered, “I mean your strength and intelligence are beyond anyone I’ve ever grown to know.  You think before you speak, you never panic, you’re brave, and so fucking resilient.” I smiled as I looked into his eyes, “Here’s to another five years and beyond.”

Levi pressed my body against the counter, hovering close to my lips.  My breath caught in my throat as he touched the side of my neck, edging his hand behind my neck and up to the back of my scalp.  He refused to press his lips against mine, instead, choosing to study my expressions as he gripped a handful of my hair and tilted my head backwards.

A breathy exhale escaped my lips as he devoured the exposed flesh of my neck.  He released his grip on my hair and placed his hands on both sides of the edge of the counter I was pressed against.  His hips ground against my own, his thick hardness causing my chest to arch into his body, just to feel him flush against my body.

He pulled back all at once, leaving me breathless, my clothes haphazardly out of place.  I watched as he knotted his brow in that way he often did, beginning to unbutton his white shirt as he walked towards the bedroom wordlessly.  He knew, he understood his actions would lead me to follow behind him, like a lap dog, because I craved him in those intimate ways.

As soon as I entered our bedroom, he closed the door behind me and finished unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it aside.  “Lie down.” He instructed.  I disrobed myself immediately, and laid on the bed, as he climbed atop me from the bottom of the bed.  

Levi took his time in surveying my breasts and body before pushing himself onto his knees.  Before I could determine his next move, he hoisted my legs up over his shoulders and I felt his hot breath against my folds. 

He rested his nose between them, inhaling before he let out a soft expletive and gripped my thighs, sliding his tongue between them and up to my precious clit.  My head fell back in ecstasy.  The way he teased me by tracing circles around my swollen clit caused me to gasp out in pleasure.  Cross eyed and vision unfocused, I tilted my head back up, embracing the moonlight bathing me from the window, and as my eyes came into focus I froze in horror.

As Levi continued probing me with his soft, warm tongue, my chest rose and fell in a combination of panic and thrill.  I was staring at Izuku, outside, standing against a large, thick palm tree out back.  

He held a single, gloved finger to his lips, silently instructing me to keep quiet as he remained in the shadows.

He wasn’t supposed to be watching this happen.  

He told me he would be positioned around the side of my home.  

Why was he here now?  Where he could be easily spotted if Levi would’ve merely glanced over his shoulder?

My hips bucked up quite suddenly; as I was overcome by a staggering mix of emotions.  I was high off of adrenaline from even participating in this upcoming assassination of my own husband, this then led to my guilt over my decision.  

I also felt incredibly turned on by the fact that Zu was outside, watching me in all of my lewd glory, completely exposed. while I was being consumed with pleasure. 

I couldn’t hold back the moans that tumbled from my lips. I never broke eye contact with Zu, feeling Levi’s fingers curl inside of me as he continued tracing my clit.  He knew all the perfect places to touch me to bring whatever he wanted forth.  He was slow at first, carrying me to the edge at a torturous pace that he took pleasure in cultivating. 

“L-Levi” I breathed, my muscles in my abdomen clenching at my impending orgasm.

His pace quickened, his free hand slapping the flesh of my thigh, a resounding ‘smack’ echoing throughout the room.  Through heavy lids, I began to pant.  Zu remained partially cloaked by the tree, arms crossed, with an insidious smirk, as if he were watching a simple fucking tv show.

I could see him mouth the words that sent me over the edge.

“Cum for me.”

I collapsed back into the bed, my body locking, and the muscles of my cervix spasming in wild contractions as Levi continued working me over the edge, despite the fact that I was now gasping for air and crying out in intense pleasure.  When he determined that I had been given enough, he slowly stood up, allowing my legs to gently fall on each side of him.  He was now effectively blocking the window, but my awareness returned to me rapidly.

Levi pulled down his underwear, releasing his thick cock from the confines of his briefs.  He pressed his left hand into the mattress by my head, and used his other hand to guide himself into me.  He slid in effortlessly and began with long, slow strokes that sent electric jolts throughout my nervous system as I felt my sensitive walls clench around him each time he would glide past them and deeper inside of me, stimulating each individual receptor.

“Shit.” He whispered aloud, dropping his head into the crook of my neck as he maintained his strokes inside of me.

My heart began to race.  I hoped he couldn’t feel it, because I could swear it was about to break through my rib cage.

This was it.

This was my only chance!

I slowly drifted my hand up underneath the pillow, gripping the sheets to make it seem as though I were lost in the throes of pleasure.  I felt the cap of the syringe, and felt my palms getting clammy as I rotated it in my hand underneath the pillow and used my thumb to pop the cap off.

Without delay, I jerked my arm from underneath the pillow.

My heart almost gave out from the release of epinephrine, but the color in my face drained the moment I realized my wrist was tightly being held, syringe and all, in the hand of my husband and assassination target. 

Immediately, he threw my arm down violently, causing the syringe to scatter far across the floor.  Before I could speak, or plead, or anything of the sort, he flipped me over onto my stomach and held both of my arms behind my back, his knee pressing on my lower back with immense pressure.

“You filthy fucking slut!” He spat angrily.  “What was in the needle?” He demanded through his teeth.  I didn’t answer fast enough, trying to think of a lie, and he twisted my wrists, causing me to cry out in pain.

Suddenly I could barely make out over my shoulder, that he was quickly surveying the room.  “Who else is with you?” He questioned.

Again, my answer was not quick enough, and he pressed his knee harder into my tailbone and leant down to my ear.  I felt his quick breathing pattern as he went into survival mode.  “You’re not fucking smart enough to come up with this kind of plan.  You don’t have it in you to kill someone.  Who. Else. Is. Here. India.” He paused with an emphasis between every word, sending absolute terror to my very core.

“Nobody!” I wept.

He released me and I realized he was heading for his weapons that were stored across the room in the closet.  

A blinding blaze of bright green that erupted within the room and made me jump back and grasp the sheets to my chest, shielding my eyes.  

I then watched as Zu’s glowing arm held my husband up, by the throat, against the wall, his feet inches above the ground.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.” Zu grimaced.

“Wait, Izuku, wait, please-” I never ever used his real name unless I was serious.  I was absolutely petrified.

“The gear India.” He held his free hand behind him, palm outstretched, as he never took his eyes off of Levi.

Levi simply held Zu’s fist that was clenched around his neck, with a scowl on his face as he began to surrender to the loxygen he was losing.  

He did not plead for mercy.  

He was not quivering in fear.  

He never took his eyes off of me; and I was overwhelmed with regret that clouded my logic reasoning.  If I knew Levi, he was likely calculating a way to get out of this alive, and our timeframe was becoming more and more limited by the millisecond.

“India! Focus! Give me his things, now!” Zu bellowed, his hair standing up on end as if he was brimming with electricity, static shocks of green bouncing off of his entire body.  I scrambled off of the bed, nearly tripping over the white sheets that entangled my body as I flung open the closet doors and hastily yanked the blades and the holster boxes containing the spare blades down.  Once I placed them in Zu’s hands he crushed them in his fist, shattering them into pieces that fell, broken, upon the floor. 

As I backed away and my eyes met my husband’s again, his lids narrowed at me.  “I changed my mind Izuku.” I began stammering.  “We can’t do this.  You can’t do this, please.  This will change everything, please just fucking listen to me--”

“The world’s a shitty place to be, isn’t it India?” Levi choked with a smile.

“Damn it, India!” He threw Levi across the room and with a resounding ‘crack’ his head collided with the wall and he slid down, unconscious, a trail of blood left on the wall as a result.  “Get dressed and go meet Hawks, now.” He breathed at me before emerging on Levi and kneeling down to him. I opened and closed my mouth several times, unable to form coherent words.  Tears were cascading down my face, snot was blocking my nose, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. 

“We’re running out of time! Go!” He demanded.

​I choked on my tears, coughing as a result and stumbling into my sweatpants and hoodie as I left the bedroom and gathered my prepared backpack.  I slipped into my shoes and managed to clamber out of the door and down the stairs of the porch. 

Zu tried his best to prepare me for this, but I know I fucked everything up.

As I looked over my shoulder, I witnessed a dark haired man in a long black coat standing against the side of the house  I couldn’t see him, I could barely notice him, but he looked covered in burns.  He watched me run past with what almost looked like a smile...his hands in his pockets.  I nearly tripped over driftwood, so I returned my attention forward, my throat painfully tight as I ran the fastest I could up towards the summit.

As I was about to enter the treeline of the forest leading to the edge of the island, I heard a deafening blast and whipped around to watch, in horror, as that familiar green light seemed to annihilate the home of my husband and I.  As I saw charcoal smoke emerging from the destruction, the shambles left of the house went up in bright, blue flames.

I staggered backwards and turned around.

I didn’t have time to stay and feel sorry for myself.

After a few more minutes of expending the last of my energy and adrenaline kick, I fell onto the ground at the other edge of the treeline, a few feet away from the summit.  A rustle of tree leaves nearby startled me as I backed myself up on the ground, trying to get to my feet as rapidly as I could manage--

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                                           Keigo “Hawks/Kami” Takami

“Hey, hey, hey, India.” I landed on the ground next to the trembling mess of woman that seemed unable to break free from her panic.  I gripped her harder, pulling her into my chest and unraveling my wingspan to surround us both in a cocoon, which seemed to help her drop a half step back into reality.

“It’s me baby bird, I’ve got you, you’re alright.” I breathed into the top of her head.  The original plan was for her to casually meet me right here, so I could fly her back to the mainland.  Now, as I really took her all in; her clothes were ripped in places with stains from the wet soil and grass.  Her hair was in a disarray, she seemed as though it was difficult for her to try to catch her breath.

“What happened to you?” I asked after she collected herself.  Very carefully, I allowed my wings to drop down to the side, permitting the moonlight to illuminate us both as I knelt on the ground in front of her. 

“It didn’t work, Kami!” Her chest began racking with sobs.  

Damn it, she was getting me worked up.  

Usually I can maintain my cool but I was starting to feel my heart rate climb as she struggled to speak, “L-Levi he…I fucked up! I fucked up so bad! I don’t k-know h-how it–” She took a deep breath, rubbing her temples as she puffed her cheeks out with an exhale.

“God my fucking head hurts so much.” She groaned, her eyes closing shut tightly.

“Shit.” I lunged forward at the exact moment I realized that she had exhausted the limits of her sympathetic nervous system and caught her wavering body in my arms before she could hit the ground as she lost consciousness. I hoisted her up in my arms and with a grand sweep of my wings, I ascended high above the treeline and narrowed my eyes to focus on the house that was engulfed in blue flames.  I saw the flashing lights of emergency vehicles surrounding the area, and people starting to flank the outside of the crime scene in awe.

A human figure sprung forth from the trees below and I immediately recognized Izuku Midoriya, out of breath, hands on his knees as he panted.  I slowly descended to the ground, eyeing him with contempt.  He stood up, and eyed India, who remained unconscious within my arms.

“You want to explain to me what the fuck happened back there? She barely recognized me, she’s a mess!” I spat, stepping forward, my voice unintentionally rising, the wings at my sides raising in outrage.

Izuku took a step back in return, fists ready on both sides as he glared back at me.

“I don’t want any problems with you, Hawks.  There was an oversight and I took care of it.  He’s gone.  It’s done.  You guys gotta get off this island and quick, people are already looking for her, trying to see if she’s still inside.” He spoke rapidly.

“An oversight?!”​ I stopped myself from allowing my anger to elevate; and instead, inhaled sharply before sprouting myself off of the ground without another word. 

The priority now, was getting her back to my apartment like we had agreed, and trying to get her medical attention so she could recover.  I cursed myself for my own shortcomings in allowing myself to place even a fragment of trust in Izuku for a plan like this.  I never agreed with it to begin with, and I had vehemently refused to get involved in a blatantly pre-meditated murder, whether Levi deserved it or not.

Which he ultimately did.

I digress.

I flew around with a conflicted feeling; I cherished India intensely and completely.  I looked down at her and pulled the strings of her hoodie just slightly, to cover her neck a bit more from the rapid cold air I was carrying her through.

God India, you’re so headstrong, you’re so goddamn impatient.  Look what you’ve done now.

If she would’ve given me a little more time I could’ve figured out a way to return her to safety without the concern of her life being in danger.  My reasoning for allowing her to even move forward with everything that transpired tonight, was that I knew my arguments would fall on rebellious ears. 

India did what she wanted, how she wanted, and when she wanted.  Levi was draining that independent spirit in her with each passing day, and I could see it happening before my very eyes every time I would fly across the sea to spend an hour or two with her on the island summit.  I knew she didn’t want to be a victim anymore, she wanted to take charge back over her life and no matter how much I would plead, threaten or warn, she was going to do it anyway and likely lie to me about it.

I’d rather know the truth and be here to keep her as safe as I possibly could in the meantime.

God, at least this was finally all over.

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                                          Eijirou “Eij” Kirishima

I sat back in my seat, one hand on the steering wheel as I drove down the highway, running over things in my brain.  The music was on, and the cool night air felt great on my face as my hair blew out of the window and around my head freely.  

“Kiri…” Bakugou reached forward and turned down the radio, I heard an unease in his voice, “India, what’s her husband’s name again?”

I glanced over at him briefly and saw he was scrolling on his phone, eyes scanning side to side as he read something line by line very quickly.

I returned my eyes back to the road, “Levi?” I said, looking back at him and then to the road again, trying to figure out what was going on.  “Levi Ackermann.  What about him?” I asked, looking over at him and back at the road again, “Bakugou?”

“Shut up damn it I’m trying to-” He  barked, before his eyes widened.  His hand gripped the phone tighter and he finally clicked the screen off before throwing it to the floor in agitation.

“It’s Dabi.” He mumbled, staring out the window, “The news, it said a home was completely destroyed with an explosion and arson about an hour ago.  An ‘assassination attempt’ on the commander of their army and his wife’s residence.  Levi & India Ackerman.” His fist curled on his lap as he continued, “The flames are blue in the photos, Kiri.”

“House fires aren’t blue….they can’t get that...hot...” I started to piece together his words.  My eyes began to widen as I realized the depth of this situation.  “Holy shit–”

“Goddamn it Icy-Hot!” Bakugou’s palms began sparking as he gritted his teeth, “I knew he was hiding something!”

I felt heat rising in my chest, “Is India alive? Did they find any bodies?”

“It didn’t say…” He grumbled, bending over to pick up his phone and turning it over in his hand to check if he had cracked it.

I felt my palms growing sweaty, “Bakugou, I-I gotta know if she’s alive…” I trailed off nervously, attempting desperately to pour together the relativity between Dabi and India in the first place.

“Just get us back to the agency, we’ll figure it all out from there.” Bakugou growled determinedly, “And I don’t think its a coincidence that Deku’s gone missing either.  I’m calling Shoto.”

“Should I turn around?”

“No.  Going back isn’t going  to get us any more information right now.” He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Keep an eye on the news for me, will ya?” I asked.

“Of course I will. Don’t tell me what to do. ”