#yeah u just killed one of my greatest loves right in front of me

[darth-kote]

Maul: okay take it easy

Savage: you do want him dead don't you?

Maul: yes but only after I psychologically torture him and strip him of all sense of control and self-worth. Just like he inadvertently did to me.

Obi-Wan [tied up and nearly unconscious]: boys, boys, no need to bicker [coughs] there's plenty of me to go around

Maul [burning with jealousy]: no. There's not.

[getranched]

coulddddd we have a rundown of the habitants of the ranch?

Well I'm not sure about every single being who makes this (cosmic nightmare) house a home

But I'm sure we can give you a good rundown!(also PSA this account does deal with unreality so if that kind of thing messes with you be careful)

First up is the Ranch itself! A mimic in its final stage of life! They normally become dungeons or haunted houses but this lovely guy had the (mis)fortune to become a familiar with Moon in around the 1700's I'm pretty sure. And as a fully adult mimic it spawns thousands of baby mimics which end up replacing our furniture and the like.

EREN INTERJECTION i’m eren, OR RIJU, a shapeshifter. i just live here idk. i have a friend who’s a burmese python but he doenst live here. uhmm yeah idk i just eat the food in the fridge and sometimes i’ll throw bits of my fresh kills in there too. idk uhmm yeah im friends w everyone here except for like. FD maybe?? but he doesnt live here i dont think….

tbh i dont really keep up with who comes in and who doesnt HAHA im usually in my room playing with bones or reading when im here at the ranch

Twi interjection! I'm Twilight (or just Marth) i'm just kind of here, and if i'm not, i'm tending to my acnh island Tabantha. (Also this account is being shared between 15 or less people, some are more active than others and their individual accounts are being followed by this one)

Is it really an interjection if everybody’s doing it when nobody else is typing? Who knows! I’m Vivian, local semi-moth humanoid and god/dess of the Lost and the Traveling on occasion. Unlike most local chumps deities, I am a multiversal being, which means I am THE deus ex machina in any given situation, and like to Borrow from other universes. cough cough: ner beskar’gam. Also, I have a sapient AI living in “my” spaceship (which is legally his, don’t tell xem), just for funsies

This is Sky now. I'm not really supposed to be in this galaxy, I crash landed in the front yard on one of my spaceships. I tried apologizing to the landlord but we ended up throwing hands, not my fault. Eventually I stayed at the Ranch tho. Hobbies: leading prison breaks, motorcycle rides, eating lightbulbs for the sake of trolling, antagonizing gods, blasting my friends into space. Ended up adopting a demon cat guy. (Vivian note: this is not the catboy incubus. This is a different demon cat guy) (Sky note: Yeah, my boy is the cat butler, the other catboy is a pain in my ass) (Vivian again: and a pleasure in mine)

This is Luna! I am the goddess of horses and all things related. I spend most of my time as a horse (sometimes a centaur) AND I AM NOT A CHUMP VIVI! anyway I used to run an empire ages ago before it was destroyed, and I got sealed away. I have Twi to thank for breaking my seal! Nowadays I'm restarting my cult (its horse girls mostly rn) and fixing horse races. If you ever see a horse say hello it might be me.

Heyo! I'm saria, local milf. I have deer antlers because some grass god decided it'd be cool to mix the local humans with deer. (to be fair, he was right.) I'm mostly human, though. I stream bloodborne because that game reminds me of my found family and my village. I'm still piecing together what happened to my people, but for now I bake, garden, and play my silly little video game. catch me having tea with a succubus and a doll on tuesdays and shopping with a horse on thursdays.

Hi! I'm Wild! I was Moons first kid after my dog and I accidently ended up in this world, escaped jail, and hid in her man eating garden. Most of the time, I sail the seas of my home world and have the best adventures with the greatest pirate crew u could ever imagine. But, I do come visit home from time to time, too, thanks to my crystal that lets me travel through time and space. Somebody's gotta bedazzle FD's tools and give Moon a headache, ya kno?

Yormp here! I’m not totally sure who I am, I’m working on it. Moon says I’m a creature of my own choice, but I’m not too sure about that. Before I was an omen of war, and my friends called themselves pestilence, conquest, and death. Then I died, some time passed, I don’t remember it all, got cursed to be an otter for a bit, and met Moon. Now? I’m just going to college. Learning a little. If I really do get to choose, I think I’ll choose not to be War reborn this time.

Oh… and uhh. Goose.

Hmmm? OH it's my turn! Hey hey hey! I am (the) Sun Sun Sun and when you're with me everything is fun fun fun!. I'm Moon's counter part. We share a body, we share a mind, we are the same person, but not quite! Much like Moon I am also a clown, but instead of resembling a porcelain doll I have the body of a goat (sorta)! You can think of me as Moon's opposite! We may not agree on much, but we do hold our family very dear to us! I'm also referred to as a father and much like Moon, I don't mind what I'm called! Speaking of Moon, she wants her turn to speak now!

Hello, dearest traveler,

It seems you have found our home. I'm (the) Moon. I am the one that eats many gods in this world. But do not worry, it is strictly business. As of this moment, I have taken the form of a porcelain clown. This body was provided to me by a dear friend. I am also referred to as the father of many Ranch residents. Though I am called a father, and might be referred to as Mr. Vilon, I do not care much for what I am referred to as. Most use she/her.

[Psst. Moon. Don't forget to tell them some house rules!]

Ah yes... While you are here traveler, be sure keep some things in mind:

- Mind your teeth and your belongings, else they might be stolen

- Remember to keep your feet off the grass. The plants get hungry after a certain time.

- Not everything is what it seems. I'm sure you will become familiar with our mimics both big and small.

- Do not assume a door, hallway, or stairwell will take you to the same place twice.

- The void will always listen to your troubles.

- Do not pet the cats. Some are... not the kind that you want the attention of. Or maybe they are. That's up to you.

- And most importantly, remember, that sometimes, it is better to stay lost than to be found.

Enjoy your visit,

The Vilons

[vendetta-if]

Hello! I just found ur game today and i finished reading the demo <3 I LOVE IT AAAAAA here's the list of things i like:

1) Ash. ????? He's so sweet help?!?!?! I LOVE HIM. Dear ash u have successfully own my heart, u have them wrapped in ur pretty fingers the second page u appear

2) Dad, I love you w/ all my cold dead heart<3 DAD?! DAD!!! DON'T DIE PLS DAAAAAD NOOOOOOO tHE ANGST HELP ME I'm so sad now :( pls i need a snippet w/ happy moments to heal from this trauma :')

3) Uncle Luka strides across the lobby as if he owns the place. Oh wait, he does.

AHAHAHHAHAHA I'M DYING uncle i love you too :'D

4) Mom, respectfully, 🖕🏻

5) Also, mr. Takashi u r freaking me out a lil bit...... you're uh.... A little bit uhh... creepy...?

6) Well, actually, he has the bad habit of blinking in near someone without any warning and scaring the shit out of them.

😂Uncle u r my soulmate

7) oh no, there's rin!..... and they stole my heart too! What do i do?!??...... haaaaaaaaaa

8) oh god the fighting scenes are so cool!!?! perfercto<3 oh mc is so cool. I'm so glad we can be cool<3 hehe

9) awww yeah my first kill! Scratch that, it's five!!! I killed five people yall!

10) oh my god please stop flirting right in front of us! You guys r cute, really but gods,

Alright, that's already too much detail about your uncle's sex life for tonight.

Not for tonight yo, for ever.

11) #the reason why i killed 5 ppl bcz i rlly rlly don't want to disappoint uncle & grandpa help #cuz mc is morally dubious/grey character, yay? yay!

.... Hmmmmmmmm oh lastly!!!!!

Thank you so much for creating this

glorious✨

Magnificent, beautiful, absolutely trophy worthy game! I love it so much mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmh! I i love all the characters (oh they have so much life!) I love the fighting scenes (superpower badass?! Count me in!) I love how we can choose revenge as our main goal (f u distorted voice person. I will hunt u down to the ends of the earth. And I'll take everything u ever hold value, then let you live, cause life can be ur greatest blessing or ur cruelest nightmare, and I'll make sure you'll never have a peaceful dream for the rest of your counting days.), i love the family dynamics <3, i love how ur game can make me feel (oh the moral dilemma.... i almost almost let the cop live... but what abot uncle+grandpa disappointment?!?! I-i can't live with that! So off with ur head lil hypocrite police officer man!)

....sorry that's another paragraph......... I'll uh I'll stop now.... heheh... Sorry again if this bothers you, i won't send it again if it is.... :')

Okay! Have a good day/night/life dear author <3! Here have a 🍰🍩🎠 to light up ur time! Adios~

Aww thank you so much for the kind words 🥰 And don’t worry! I love reading these little snippets of comments on sections of the demo! 😁

Ash is only sweet for MC and Luka for now, of course ☺️ They’re mostly prickly and abrasive towards other people 😆

And yes 😭 Viktor… He’s such a good and loving dad 🥺 In case you haven’t read it yet, I recently released one of the Patreon side stories for public in celebration of hitting the 2K followers here! Here’s the link to the story! It’s a wholesome and fluffy side story, so hopefully it’ll help you recover from the angst 😆 I also have another 2-part side story from Viktor’s POV on my Patreon 😄

Please forgive Takashi, he’s just still a bit heartbroken about Viktor 😔 He’s usually a (pretty deadly and ruthless) himbo 😄 And glad you’re loving Luka as well 😂 He sometimes takes too much liberty with his teleporting/blinking ability 😆

It is indeed hard to not get charmed by Rin 😩 You might not have to choose between Ash and Rin 😉 (And yes guys, Ash and Rin poly is currently planned although might not get implemented right away yet since I’ll need some additional planning to accommodate it).

And yes, gotta make MC fight with style, you know? 😂 Gotta be cool and all, like Luka. Also, I’m a bit touched that your MC agreed to kill 5 people to make Grandpa and Luka proud 🥺 They would most certainly be happy to hear about it later on 😉

🤣 Luka agrees with your sentiment that it’s enough detail about his sex life for the entirety of MC’s life 😆

Ooh this is the second time I’ve seen someone wanting to let the killer live but not out of compassion and forgiveness, but to make them suffer even more 🤔 Interesting…

And wholesome family dynamics is just my weakness 😭 I have to include it in my first ever IF.

MC’s close bonds with Luka and Ash and Grandpa might be one of the little things left that MC really holds on to after the death of their dad, their mother figure (Cara), and their grandma. And loyalty to their remaining family is one of the core cornerstones that all MCs will share with one another no matter what.

I’ve always seen close family bonds between the Morozovs to be one of their most defining characteristics and strengths (and also weakness at the same time).

It’s the reason that Viktor couldn’t cleanly leave his past behind and sever Luka and Cara completely out of his (and MC’s) life after he ran away.

But at the same time, it’s also the reason MC survives the attack and is able to grow up to become the person they are today, loved, cared for, sheltered, and protected from the harsh underground world by combined efforts from Grandpa, Luka, and Ash.

This will also be the reason that Vigilante and Superhero MC won’t be able to turn against their own family. And the reason Luka and Grandpa and Ash wouldn’t leave MC behind and abandon them even when they chose those paths for themself.

[ivyaugustetc]

the dead poets at hogwarts: a headcanon from hell

@aedan-mills @charlie-dalton-simp @pretentious-strikes YOU ENCOURAGED THIS BEHAVIOR SO YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES. also i love you a lot but THAT'S BESIDE THE POINT.

also @aedan-mills i found out that some of the wand stuff is related to their birthdays and i am much too lazy to look all that up and figure it all out, but anyone else is welcome to lmao. sorry to disappoint but alas it's summer and i don't want to research that much. but other than that, please listen to me flex my extensive knowledge on harry potter :)

neil (half blood): i'm sorry,,,, can you say gryffindor? this boy would get up there and in a second the sorting hat would have him all figured out: big dreams with the will to pursue them, but not ambitious enough to step over others to achieve said dreams? sounds like a gryffindor to me. i just know he'd thrive at hogwarts, probably going on to play quidditch (def a chaser) and would excel in charms class. as far as pets go, i feel like he'd stay simple and classy with a chill barn owl he'd name after a famous broadway actor. he would kind of be a mix of james and remus, in which he's wild and crazy but still manages to get good grades. the teachers love him simply because they don't know much about him outside of class. he would absolutely LOVE going to hogsmeade and going batshit crazy at zonko's and honeydukes. he'd have a whole phase where he gets addicted to licorice wands and everyone else thinks they're disgusting but he simply cannot buy enough of them. he'd play a bunch of zonko tricks on the rest of the poets, saving the most harsh for charlie and the most wholesome for todd <3

todd (muggle born): ugh see i can see him being both a hufflepuff and a ravenclaw, but my heart says hufflepuff so i'm gonna go with that. he would absolutely HATE the sorting ceremony with a burning passion. getting up in front of everybody only to have a hat judge u??? no thanks. HAHAHA CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM ON A BROOM. i can't either because he would simply never get on one, probably referring to them as "flying death traps" more often than not. "hey todd, you think about joining quidditch?" "no thanks, i'd rather keep my limbs intact ;)". but he would love muggle studies a lot, even if the teacher was boring as hell. snape would scare the hell out of him for sure, resulting in his lowest class being potions. he would excel in classes that are more learning out of the book rather than in practice. for a pet, he'd want something that could not possibly turn on him and would just be sweet and loving, so ima give him a toad :) he'd name it something fancy and british, like nigel or sumn. and because of nigel, he'd love chocolate frogs because hey they're twins!!

fanon knox (pure blood): hogwarts fuck boy. okay well maybe not f boy but like...his favorite part is the fact that this is a co-ed school rather than an all-boys school so he can spy on both genders equally yknow. hmm i get hufflepuff vibes from him because he's a big romantic, sucker for cute relationships, etc. he would enjoy whichever class his current crush is in, although I feel like he'd do well with classes that involved spells and wand work mostly lmao. he'd want a really fucking cute pet, so i'd give him a kneazle (it's like a cat but a bit more lion like). he'd give it a strong sounding name, something german idk. but he'd love the shit out of that kneazle, i can tell you that much. i feel like he'd try out for quidditch his first few years, not make it on, and then make it on to the team around fourth year and somehow end up team captain in seventh (and that proves kids, that you too can have a redemption arc in sports). as far as candy goes, ima say he likes the super sour candy like acid pops n shit. like i feel like the others would dare him to each as much sour candy as he can and then he wouldn't be able to taste for a week. but he'd think it was worth it :)

cameron (muggle born): good god this boy just wants to learn. magic just fascinates him, what with growing up in a big muggle family (bestie he is the weasleys if they were all type a). he's a ravenclaw, no questions asked. he would love classes involving preciseness and attention, things like potions and transfiguration. i feel like he'd have a cute, stable relationship along the way ofc because he deserves so much love and happiness and UGH he's a baby. he'd stick with a lil ginger cat, naming it after one of the famous wizards he's read about. he would love spending christmas at the school and going places when the ground are nearly empty, enjoying the scenery. for candy, he'd go plain and simple with chocolate frogs. can't go wrong with those. he'd still have fun with his friends, but he'd skip a lot of parties for some studying (don't judge, i do it too lmao). would not play quidditch but would enjoy it, end of story.

charlie (pure blood): slytherin. don't dispute it. think the weasley twins but even more flirtatious. he would be a regular at every single party that happened, flirting with the guys and gals shamelessly and drinking butterbeer like it was water. look me in the eye and tell me he would not absolutely fucking HATE GILDEROY LOCKHART WITH EVER FIBER OF HIS BEING. he'd do spot-on impersonations of him though. teacher's worst enemy. like when he walks into class on the first day, every teacher collectively mutters "bloody hell not this kid again". asks the most incredibly stupid questions ("okay but is there a spell to turn my eyebrows green? just the eyebrows though, not my hair"). he would be the most aggressive beater on the slytherin team, though he would never deliberately try to hit someone, just distract the shit out of them ("put the fear of god in them and fate will do the rest"). he'd want a loud, aggressive pet but he'd probably end up with a mean cat that hisses at everyone. he'd give it the most adorable name that just. does not fit the personality. something like priscilla. for candy, he'd take his chance with bertie botts' every flavour beans and just roll with the punches. he's chaotic like that.

pitts (half blood): ASTRONOMY IS HIS JAM. he fucking loves that class. he tutors the entire ravenclaw house in that class. he's the guy that little first years who are terrified of the class go to when they're completely lost and don't understand what's going on. besides that, i feel like he'd just be everyone's cool older brother yknow? like he'd be in charge of helping all the first years figure out where stuff is and giving them advice to help them and stuff. he would be a die-hard quidditch fan although he would not play the sport (maybe recreationally on the weekends and holidays and stuff, but the fact that it's so fucking dangerous just does not appeal to him). he'd like the candy that does tricks and stuff, like fizzing whizbees and stuff. he gives me charlie weasley vibes, where he's hardcore in certain areas (in his case, astronomy) and just flipping chill in anything else. cool older brother vibes, man. it fits.

meeks (half blood): i've said it once and i'll say it again: nonproblematic ginger dumbledore. also a hufflepuff <3 this dude just wants to fucking coast along, getting good grades and not participating in the dumb shit that could probably get him killed (even though he would in a heartbeat if his friends were in danger. duh). he'd be a teacher's favorite, probably having conversations with his favorite teachers during free time. okay ik this isn't technically at school, but i swear to god he would be dumbledore one day. like he would be the chill ass headmaster who gets shit done while also being very la di da life is nice flowers are pretty type of person. that being said, his favorite candy is and has been lemon drops ever since dumbledore got him addicted to them. his favorite classes would be potions (he'd surprisingly get along well with snape) and he'd just be great and mixing shit right and just knowing how much of stuff to add in ("how much powdered root do i add?" "about three and a half shakes." "that's not a measurement, meeks." "*shrug* it works"). he'd stick with his small friend group and love them to death, but he'd be a friend to all really. he'll help anyone that comes to him asking for help with homework (and though he won't admit it, he gets super prideful when it's someone a few years ahead of him).

stick (muggle born): harry potter if harry potter could've been more harry potter. like he would just be a part of everything and end up being part of some prophecy that demands he'd save the world and at first he'd be like HEY i'm just a small boy but then he'd grit his teeth and finesse the shit out of this preventing the end of days stuff. he'd definitely be a gryffindor, and fucking proud of it. he'd be the seeker on the quidditch team because he is so short and small and yeah he'd fucking kill it there. he'd kind of be the shy one no one expected much from, but once he starts absolutely wrecking the shit out of the other houses' quidditch teams, he'd become sorta popular? like people would invite him to parties and stuff and he's too nice to say no, but he'd mostly just hang around the outskirts, saying hi to the other poets if he saw them and mostly talking to chris and ginny (danburry, not weasley). he'd like defense against the dark arts and minerva mcgongiall would become his literal mother i can't explain it. he'd have an owl as a pet and treat it like it was his own child, telling it thank you every time it brought his mail or took his mail. as for candy, he'd like drooble's bubble gum because the bubbles are all magic and shit and i just feel like that would make him so happy <3

chris (pure blood): the older sister lesbian <3 she'd be a sweet hufflepuff who would be friends with everyone while also being the greatest socialite the school has ever seen. you know that party that practically the entire school attended and talked about for months on end? she planned that shit. she'd be like pitts in the respect that she'd help all the first years find their way in the school and in life in general. she's just such a warm and kind person that everyone would love her. she's have a little pink pygmy puff to match ginny's purple one, and she'd give it such a perfect, human name like lila or something. she'd be great at muggle studies and all the teachers would love her. also every one is so invested in her relationship with ginny it's adorable. he favorite candy is acid pops even though they make her eyes water like crazy. she'd make pretty good grades, every once in a while getting one slightly lower than she'd expected, but she always manages to bring them up to her satisfactory level :) she would not play quidditch, but she would go all out to support ginny, even though they're in different houses. that's what i call love, baby.

ginny (half blood): the mom lesbian <3 she's a ravenclaw and also one of the sweetest people in the whole school. while chris helps other with the social aspect, ginny will help anyone in any subject they need help with (she and meeks are a help duo on this). she's quieter and less social than chris, but she's one of the best chasers the ravenclaw quidditch team has ever seen. she'd end up team captain by fifth of sixth year. she'd be like oliver wood in that she is sO invested in the team's success that at sometimes she'll go a bit crazy, but chris is always there to help her put things back into perspective <3. she'd make stellar grades of course, being good friends with all of her teachers. her favorite candy would be the sweetest things like fairy floss. as previously stated, she'd have a purple pygmy puff to match chris's pink one, and she'd also give it an adorable human name like lisa or something. ginny's just sweet to everyone, especially neil and his friends.

I DID IT. IT TOOK FOREVER AND A FEW HAIL MARYS BUT I DID IT. enjoy besties <3 love u all

[satorugojooo]

Hawks x reader

Spotlight relationship

Summary: you and Hawks are obligated to be in a fake relationship, what happens when you actually start to catch feeling for the hot bird?👀

Words count: around 3k

You were a pro hero. Your quirk was the elements one so you could manipulated the fire, water, air and earth powers.

But being a pro hero didn't meant only to save people and be the greatest hero. It was also a true act in front of the cameras and you learned that.

Not long after you got on the 3rd place in the hero ranking, Hwaks hero agency contacted you. What they wanted? A fake relationship between you and Hawks so you could do some waves in the public. As much as you hated this type of things you had no choice since your manager didn't even wanted to hear a no. You didn't really knew Hwaks, you saw him at the hero awarding and you also heard his mirific speech but man if he was talented at something that was being a totally ironic bird man.

Today you had to go to his agency with your manager to sign some papers and for 3 months your were stuck in a relationship with the bird man.

As you entered the office you saw him with his manager also.

"Alright we won't make this long Miss L/N please take a place here." said his manager and you sat on the chair next to Hawks.

"Sign these papers please." he said and you took the pen signing them. Hawks did the same and he looked at you.

"Well, seems like we are kinda stuck together from now on Sunshine." he said and you looked at him.

"It's actually Sunlight, Hawks..." you said correcting your hero name.

"Ah yes my bad, well what do we need to do now Bob?" he said to his manager.

"You will get a schedule that you need to make daily, also miss L/N you will have to stay at Hawks so everything can look credible." he said and you looked at him stunned.

"Alright that's easy peasy we should get going right birdy?" he said and you just rolled your eyes. This was going to be the hardest thing from your life.

As you both exited his agency you started to walk on the street.

"If you excuse me, but where are we going?" you said confused.

"To take lunch, man I'm really starved aren't you? Plus is on our schedule." he said and you just nodded. Lunch wasn't a bad idea after all.

As you were walking he just took your hand in his. You gave him a puzzled look but he just shrugged.

"Make this credible remember?" he said and I nodded.

"Soo... Sunlight tell me more about you, like your dreams, why you became a hero, your quirk, anything basically." he said while he was eating some chicken.

"Well, I went to the U.A. hero academia, I just wanted to be a hero to save people from bad things. I think they don't deserve to be the victims of the fight between the villains and the heroes. My quirk is the elements one, I can control the water, fire, air and earth powers. And you can call me Y/N, it's easier. "you said and he listened carefully.

"Oh that's a very nice goal." he said and you nodded.

"What about you?" you said and he just looked more silent.

"Erm it's a long story, I don't want to bore you with my own problems." he said and you just looked at him reassuring.

"You won't, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want too. I know that there are people that had bad childhoods so they open up harder and I'm sorry for that." you said and he looked at you.

"Well truth to be told my father was a jerk with me and my mom, he abused us and I didn't really knew what a great life was... After I started helping people and saving them too and I just realised this is what I want to do... I became a pro hero and my goal is to make a world where heroes can chill without any villains making trouble. "he said and you smiled.

"I'm sorry for your childhood but I'm happy you became a hero, it's fitting you." you said and he smiled gently.

"Now that we are done, what is on our schedule Hawks?" you said and he looked at you.

"Keigo. Call me Keigo please." he said and you smiled.

"Alright, that's a pretty name actually." you said and he flushed a pink shade on his cheeks.

"Thank you, now we are supposed to go to your home to get the stuff you need while living with me." he said and you nodded. After you got what you needed you both headed to Keigo's mansion. You two got in the house and well the funny thing was that he actually didn't had guest rooms, all his rooms were used as something like a gym, or anything like this.

"So you see I think we need to share my room if that's alright with you." Keigo said and you nodded.

"Of course no problem." you said.

When you settled in his home and after you both had dinner you decided to go to sleep. As you both sat in the same bed he closed the light.

"Good night birdy." he said and you looked at him.

"Good night Keigo." you said starting already to fall asleep. In the middle of the night you woke up feeling something on your waist. You looked and you saw Keigo's arms wrapped around you. You started to feel the heat rising in your cheeks and you saw how he wrapped his arms around you.

His wings were also wrapped close to you so you could be warm but you didn't minded. After all he was pretty, and his personality was admirable for you, he could share such a positive vibe even in the bad moments and that was something you loved at him. You started to catch feelings towards him and this scarred you. What if he didn't felt the same? God after all you met him only today...

You fell asleep thinking at all these feelings. In the morning you heard Keigo's phone and you opened your eyes. He was out of the bed and already dressed.

"Good morning sunshine, you better get ready because we need to go to a park today to spent some quality time as a 'couple". He said and you nodded. You quickly changed into your hero clothes since the danger could always come after you.

As you exited the house together and headed to the park he held your hand close to his. There were random citizens who looked at you two and squealed happily seeing you two as a couple.

When you arrived at the park you started walling and talking about random things.

"Oh my God I saw that fight it was truly scarry, I mean after All Might retired the symbol of peace went poof so endeavor had a hard job getting the people's trust. And what that nomu did was truly dangerous. Endeavor was lucky to have you there too." you said.

"Yeah I still don't know who that dude is with blue flames." he said and you looked stunned.

"You mean one that have red scars all over his body and black hair?" you said and he nodded.

"You know him?" he said curious.

"Of course, his name is Dabi, he is a member of the LOV and he was stalking me in a period. I think they wanted to get my quirk when All for one was still free, but he didn't managed to kidnap me... He is still soo strong and hard to get..." you said and Keigo gave u a protective stare.

"He won't put his hands on you, that's for sure."he said and you nodded. After you heard a yell and you both turned around.

"Aaa help meee someone just wanted to kill me." said a women with brown hair.

"Miss!" you said and got her.

"where you saw the villain?" Keigo said and she pointed towards a place in the park.

"Y/N you should stay with her here and see if she need a anything, I'll go to check what is going on." said Keigo and you nodded. When he was out of your visual area you saw the lady smirking.

"Such fool heroes." she said and you looked confused.

"Excuse me wh- AHH" you said as she transformed in Toga Himiko and stabbed your hand.

"Toga!" you yelped and after you saw some blue flames.

"Hello there Sun-girl, time for a little trip don't you think?" Dabi said and you looked at them.

"No I don't actually." you said making an earthquake while you dodged Toga's knifes. You used your flames versus Dabi's flames but that didn't helped. As you tried to kick him with a water jet you got kicked at the ground by Toga who was now holding a knife at your chest.

"One more move and your dead my dear." she said with a creppy smile.

"Let me go now!!" you said while you could feel the knife on your chest. While Toga was on you with her knife you saw a red feather next to you. You knew very well who that was. As soon as you blinked you saw Toga far away from you. Dabi also got a cut from one of Keigo's feathers and they both looked at each other.

"Damn it we better go now." said Dabi and they disappeared.

"Y/N!" Keigo said and kneeled beside you.

"Keigo in soo glad you came, I don't want to think what could happen." you said and he nodded.

"I can't-damn it y/n you make my life a mess right now." he said and looked away you looking at him confused.

"W-what?" you said.

"I can't pretend anymore, I- I just can't stay next to you and not being able to touch you when I want or even kiss you, I don't know what you did to me but I'm in love with you, when I saw you hurt I almost went crazy." he said cupping your face. You looked at him with a smile.

"The truth iw that I also love you Keigo, I don't know how is it possible this quick but-" you were cut off by his lips on yours. You both stood in that position kissing each other passionate and full of love. You didn't cared about the people around you ad long as you had Keigo next to you.

"Well baby bird, we can say the spotlight relationship helped us a lot." he said with a smirk and you smiled.

"Once in your life your right." you said and he gave you a offended look before he started tickling you.

[omegangrins]

A Rant on the End of Tremors 7: Shrieker Island

As the main man said,

Throwing caution to the wind because this blew up elsewhere.

If you can do it with Justice League, fuck it, let's do it for every shitty movie we've got.

While we're at it, can we change the ending of the 7th Tremors movie so *MAJOR FUCKING SPOILERS* Burt Gummer doesn't die or at least bring Jamie Kennedy back, or Marvel style recast Jon Heder, so he dies saving his son instead of a random-ass person who could have easily saved themselves. Or cut the forced montage of Burt clips at the end so his death is at least ambiguous. Seriously beyond pissed about that one. THAT is no way for him to go.

I would also like to point out that the next Tremors *HAS* to be titled Tremors 8: Ouroboros and bring everyone back for Burt's funeral . Otherwise, what's the fucking point?

I have feelings about it, people. *FEELINGS!!!*

One of my favourite childhood memories is picking out Tremors 2 from the local gas station's movie rentals and forcing my parents to watch it. I was probably 5-6 at the time.

Let's say that it's been a lifelong love affair ever since. It took me another 10 years before I even watched the 1st. Probably why I hold good sequels in such high regard.

I didn't even know about the 1st until it played as a trailer in front of 2 and never thought to watch until years later. That's a testament to its filmmaking if I ever knew one.

So seriously, that's how they chose to kill off one of the most well known and prolific characters in a movie/TV series known around the globe? With an unnecessaryily needed death and a montage of clips from all the other movies that are obviously better than this one.

And I'm saying that as someone who defends Chibnall/13th Doctor...

...and I'm fucking fuming because THIS is how you *actually* destroy something people love and hold dear to their hearts. It's like the ending of Game of Thrones. His shitty ass death has made it a loooooot harder to rewatch. And they are one of my favourite series!!! Not flawless but fun. But I will defend every other movie and all the episodes except this. Honestly I'll still defend 7/8ths of this one as well.

Like I said, it's easily fixed too. Fucking vice versa swap out Jon Heder for Jamie Kennedy, who the movies have been building up for the last two, and have Burt save his son in front of his old flame. Boom, you won't even need the montage of clips cause you can just have Travis and his mom reminisce about Burt instead. Show not tell. I don't even care he died by Graboid (although in all honesty, I've allways wanted El Blanco to take him down or Burt kills himself from the PTSD. It would have AT LEAST MADE SENSE. Hell, the best would be a heart attack to callback Val's "Yeah, Burt, the way you worry, you're gonna have a heart attack before you get a chance to survive World War Three.". But none of us ever get the best death.). And it's not even about Burt sacrificing himself to save a nobody. Cause that could work too. BUT YOU NEED TO BUILD THAT SHIT UP. Not just fucking drop it like it's hot.

Like I said too, the first 7/8ths ain't bad but it's an entirely different story than a swansong for a hero.

It's all about some billionaire scientist/cowboy hunter dude who likes to get his jollies off hunting the biggest and the baddest who ends up inviting people to this island so they can hunt down Super-Graboids he designed for shits and giggles. But then some Shrieker-fy....

And the pretentious douches come and die one by beautiful one while Burt tries to save them anyway and it's all spectacularly dumb fun until it comes crashing down in the final 10 minutes. Fuck, they should just cut the last 10 minutes. Then it's a perfect little Tremors ditty.

#RELEASETHE7THTREMORSWITH10MINUTESFROMTHEENDCUT

This isn't even about Jon Heder either. He's just doing his job. Hell, do what /u/VoiceofRonHoward pointed out.

"It is clear that Jon's character was just pasted in over Jamie's, the artifacts of the father-son relationship are all over it. They should have gone full Marvel and just replaced Jamie with Jon and acted like nothing happened."

CAUSE FUCK YES!! The only time a story sucks is when they don't commit. Commitment makes all the difference. Now, I'm pissed double-pissed they didn't do that instead since Heder and Kennedy are similar in terms of white-boy-ness.

Even Michael Gross agrees:

"Yes, yes. Now I can't presume to speak for Jamie [Kennedy]. My understanding was they asked him and he said no. And so that's why they went with somebody else. So I had nothing to do with that decision. I just heard the stories. I missed him for that reason. You begin a relationship with the character, and you want to continue it....

...As you build a relationship with this son, we had two, it would've been nice to have three, but that was the hand I was dealt."

One of my favourite bits of Tremors lore comes from the 5th too so it's not like I hate sequel changes out of hand:

"This is a warrior dance. Our ancestors hunting the lnkanyamba and the Impundulu.

"What's that?

"Impundulu. It's what you call the Ass Blaster.

"Ass Blaster.

"Yes.

"Yes.

"Hey, you know, you make Ass Blaster sound good.

Primitive cultures fighting Graboids, Shriekers and Assblasters. I just love that thought.

Hilariously, my meta opening to the 8th movie would be a flashback to 10,000 years ago and a Neanderthal-like Burt Gummer teaching others how to drive Graboids off cliffs like they did with mammoths.

Thank you for giving me the space to rant. Cause fuuuuuuhhhhhhhhuuccck!!!

Here's Michael Gross' own words from his AMA that prove the people making Shrieker Island didn't know their shit.

"The Tremors series is one very close to my heart and I want you to know how appreciated your continued effort is for your core fan base.

My only question would be were there ever any studio decisions made for Burt that you refused to comply with? Or was everybody pretty much always on the same page on what to do with the character?

Thanks again for your dedication.

- Josh"

"Thanks for the kind words, Josh. As regards the first four films, with Wilson and Maddock as the writers, we were very much on the same page. 5,6, and 7 were a bit different, because there was a 13-year hiatus between 4 and 5, and we had to refresh our memories while "reinventing" the franchise for a new audience. I will give you one example: in an early draft of Shrieker Island, a new writer wrote a draft where Burt threatened to shoot one of the bad dudes, and I had to tell him—this is true—"Burt never intentionally points his gun at another human being."

And his own thoughts on Burt's "death" and how to bring it all back together again.

Universal and the director [came] to me with this idea, and they said, 'This could be emotionally very powerful, if we have to say goodbye to this man after 30 years. And I hemmed and hawed, and I thought about it a little bit. And I said, 'You're absolutely right about the emotional gut punch this can be.' And I said, 'You're going to hurt a lot of people's feelings.' And I said, 'But I thought this franchise was over after four. So I could certainly live with it being over after seven.'

"What we negotiated -- well, it wasn't really a negotiation, we all agreed on this -- is that we kind of left the door open. >!Because although Burt is gone, we never see a corpse. We never see his remains. Everybody assumes he's gone. Is he buried somewhere? Is he unconscious somewhere? We never see Burt dead. We see Burt gone. We see Burt not returning. What does that mean? Has he been knocked out? Does he have amnesia somewhere? Does he wander off? Is he in a kind of coma? So yes, the way it ends is pretty profound."

"As regards to the end of Tremors 7, let me just say that while people ASSUME Burt is gone, we never see his remains, do we? Just sayin.'

"The only reason he has become the main character is that everyone else in the original cast moved on to other things. I NEVER thought of him as the central figure, but it just worked out that Michael Gross, like Burt Gummer, was a "survivor." :0) "

"No one would like to see it more than I!!! One of my greatest regrets is that so many other cast members fell away over time. Reba was on to other things, Kevin said no to a second, Fred said no to a third. I would LOVE one last go with all of them, but it is not up to me. :0( "

"There are no guarantees, but for those who wonder aloud if this is the final film, I will say what I have said before: SALES drive sequels, Show biz is 5% show and 95% business, so if this latest addition to the Tremors franchise, sells well, [Universal] will follow the money, and Universal Pictures Home Entertainment may will be back for more."

/u/ActorMichaelGross, the bell has been rung and the song sung. Get the producers on this ASAP!!

I was also the first person to discover the symbolic foreshadowing of Stumpy's end with Earl's sleeping bag in the original movie.

Let's just say, I really *really* love these movies. So if anyone knows anyone, hook me up to the producers of this series and I'll Justin Lin in the Fast and Furious out of this shit.

Since I don't think it's good to critique without proposing either, I say we can make up for this fuck up with the next movie. We'll call it Tremors 8: Ouroboros. After the snake which eats its own tail.

We find out Burt faked his death to get the Proudfoot Corporation to let down their guard and when everyone from the previous series comes back for Burt's fake funeral they give him ever loving shit for being such a paranoid whack-job that he would fake his death to fool a government agency. Why would he do this? He found an old photo of Hiram Gummer with a Graboid warning on the back and asks himself why this valley, why these things, why allways me? And we find out, it's not Burt. It's that lifestyles of extremes will end up in places of extremes. Burt and the Graboids are survivors of different species. Sure the Proudfoot Corporation IS using Mixmaster to combine Graboids, Shriekers, and Ass-Blasters into one super creature for the military but it pales in comparison to Burt looking at his life and wondering in shame how many ancient giants like himself he has killed. And with that, he actually dies, and we keep the ball rolling with the rest of the characters trying to stop what they allways thought was just another one of Burt's crazy conspiracies.

That's why it's Ouroboros. Everything comes back around. We could end/start the movie with Grady, Earl, and Jodi opening a Monster World in Perfection Valley a la Desert Jack's Graboid Adventure. I don't know. I'm fucking trying harder than the people they paid to do this already.

It ain't perfect but I'm building on sand here so changes are gonna get made.

Like if the makers of Tremors notice this,

Then DM me because fucking A you guys need some help.

[bookandcranny]

If You can Change Your Tune

The interloper arrives in a rented moving van, the same sort as all the ones before.

“Are you sure about this?” her friend asks as they pull up to the house. “I know you’ve always had a thing for fixer-uppers but this place might be beyond saving.”

Even as she unlocks the front door the wind whistles a note of warning through its rickety frame. The floorboards beneath their feet crackle and moan at the intrusion.

“All it needs is a little love,” the interloper retorts. Her name is Ann. I remember her from the showing, a woman of insufferably good cheer walking room to room with the equally annoying realtor of the week, a dopey smile hanging from her lips.

I didn’t think much of it at the time. People like her come around from time to time with aspirations in their heads of moving into the rural countryside to rehabilitate my thickets into sprawling gardens or write the next great American novel from within my historic walls. Seeing the reality of the place in person was usually enough to convince them to chase their fantasies elsewhere. However, it appears this particular happy-go-lucky thorn in my side needs a bit more work to dislodge.

“Are you sure you’re not in over your head?” the other one asks. I try to guess at their relationship. Friend? Sister? A lover? I’m sick to death of couples.

“It’s a little late for me to back out now,” Ann laughs, twirling the keys around her finger. “Don’t worry, Nick’s bringing his crew over tomorrow to start on the repairs. She’s a project but the foundation’s sound. Next time you see this place she’ll be a real beauty.”

“’She’?”

“Yeah, you know, like how people call cars or boats a she.” She climbs the stairs and runs her hand along the dusty banister. I think of splinters— with luck maybe she’ll get tetanus- but nothing comes of it.

The house is my body. Two stories, twelve rooms not including the attic, an old-fashioned spiral staircase, and me, the greatest antique of all, left to rot. Once upon a time a family used to live here: a mother and father, a veritable litter of hyperactive young children, uncles and aunts and cousins who would stay with them some summers and during Christmastime, and the wizened pale face of a grandfather who watched over them from above the mantle. It was all very precious, very southern hospitality, very postcard perfect. All very gone. Not even their ghosts remained; just me, and all the better for it.

Chesterfield is the name of the county as well as the nearest town, though from what I understand that’s using the term lightly. Most folks local to the area know better than to disturb me, but sometimes they get bold. Bored teenagers mostly, or suited vultures looking to see if there’s any profit to be squeezed from the property. In its heyday, the house was probably a sight to behold, but I wouldn’t know much about that. Memories of my life, if ever I truly lived, are slippery like oil on the water’s surface, impossible to grasp.

Though without eyes or ears or a mind to make use of them, I can “see” through my many windows— if eyes are the windows to the soul, maybe windows are can be eyes to the spirits— and “hear” any sounds that tremble through my frame. I’m grateful for these senses; they help me keep things in order. If someone starts to get a little too cozy with my corridors, and providing the spiders don’t scare them off first, I just slam a few doors, flicker a few lights, and they go running.

The interloper and her extra finish moving in the last of the boxes. She squeezes her arm and gives her a peck on the cheek.

“I’ll send you pics once I’ve got my room set up,” she says.

“Bold of you to think you’ll survive that long. This place is definitely haunted. Do you get cell service out here? I want to call a coroner and tell them to save your spot.”

“I don’t remember making this big a deal when you moved into your first place.”

“It had bed bugs, but it didn’t have ghosts.”

Ann makes a face. “I’ll take my chances with the ghosts.” She puts an arm around her shoulders. “Kim. You’re acting like I’m dropping off the map. You’re the one leaving the country.”

“For two weeks!” Her expression grows tense. “I feel bad leaving you like this. I should’ve been there for you, there was just so much going on.”

“It wouldn’t have changed my mind.”

She sighs dramatically. “No, nothing can, can it? I fear for whoever you end up tricking into marrying you.”

Ann slaps her playfully on the arm. “Do not start on that. Speaking of which, don’t you have a honeymoon to be on? Go on, get.”

Kim puts her hands up in mock surrender and backs out the front door. I raise one of the loose planks on the porch and she trips, just barely evading a tumble down the front steps.

“See? Cursed!”

“Go!” But she’s laughing as she adds, “Thank you for the help. It means a lot, even if Sophie is gonna kill me for keeping you this long.”

“I’ve got time to talk her down.”

The U-haul rumbles away down the dirt road until it’s a muddled blur in my perception and then, finally, gone. I’m alone with the enemy now. More importantly, she is alone with me.

I slam the door. It’s the easiest most classic trick in the book. Ann jumps and looks around. I know what she’s thinking. Just the wind? Or could it be…?

But no, one small act like that won’t be enough to convince her. With a shrug, she returns to the task of moving in. She shuffles around a few boxes in the foyer and starts moving them one by one up to the second floor. All things considered she hasn’t much to move in, but I’m not fooled. Where one intruder appears, more will follow, and bring all their junk and their noise and their petty living problems with them.

All my original furniture was auctioned off in an estate sale. It took place right here on the lawn, and I watched through my windows as they divvied up my family’s belongings, breaking them down into numbers and measures of worth for the masses. For the most part though I didn’t miss it. The absence of clutter made the space feel bigger, and I got used to the emptiness.

The interloper sets up in the master bedroom and unpacks some supplies to give the room a cursory cleaning. The agency normally sent someone over to prepare the place for new residence, but since the last few rounds of movers had come and gone, they hadn’t bothered. If Ann minds, she doesn’t show it, and I have to admit it’s nice to have someone sweep away the dirt and detritus.

After cleaning to her satisfaction, she starts opening boxes with foreign labels and assembling her furniture from strange little kits, turning sheets of instructions over in her hands as she nibbles on a hangnail. The result is a set of cheap-looking geometric furniture that makes her curse as she accidentally attaches the table leg to the chair and the chair leg to the bedframe. Something about watching her work transfixes me. Probably her comical ineptitude.

After she fixes all the furniture she dresses her new bed and starts cluttering her shelves with all kinds of bizarre toys and knickknacks. Among her affects is a paperback book titled “the art of moving in and moving on”. I scoff.

“This is a temporary arrangement. Very temporary, you got it?” I tell her, though I know she can’t hear me. I know this, but it still annoys me. It feels like she’s ignoring me.

The interloper smiles to herself and takes out a black rectangle that she holds up like a camera, though the shape is far too small and thin. She lowers it, considering, and then from yet another box digs out a string of Christmas lights and hangs them up above the bed.

“It’s June,” I say, dumbfounded.

I look at the string of lights and put pressure on one of the bulbs until it bursts. She jumps, but the moment passes. She spends the bulk of the evening fussing with her camera-thing until she falls asleep.

Fine. If she wants to play hardball, I’ll play hardball.

 --

 In the morning, the interloper’s camera-thing plays a tune to rouse her. Her waking is both a curse and a blessing, for while I was glad to be free of her active meddling, even as she slept I was never able to completely ignore her presence. I feel her like an itch, like a stubborn pimple forming beneath my skin, and I’m glad to sense her rising if only because it means I can get back to business sooner rather than later.

The water heater and other facilities are still in good condition from the last unfortunate newcomers I drove from my doorstep, which frees her to take a long shower, singing obnoxiously all the while. This, however, is a perfect opportunity for me. When the heat from the shower fogs the chipped bathroom mirror, I brandish my loathing like a pen and write her a message. Granted, precision isn’t my forte, so the words come out a little smeared and crooked, but still the intent is clear as can be.

LEAVE

Ann squints at the streaked mirror. “Love?”

“Are you really that stupid?”

She looks around but, seeing no one, shrugs it off again and starts to brush her teeth. When she ducks her head to spit, I quickly try again.

MINE

“Mina? Who’s Mina?”

I groan. Okay, perhaps a more symbolic approach. I will the mirror to shatter, but just then a loud knocking sounds and Ann runs off in a frenzy before she can see the long crack forming down the center.

“Door’s open!” She calls from the landing as she hurries to finish dressing with one hand and wrangle her hair into a towel with the other.

I try to hold it shut, but despite my efforts, the door is forced open and a parade of half a dozen handymen file into the entryway. As they start setting up, a burly towheaded man breaks from the pack and goes to meet Ann as she’s bounding down the stairs.

“Careful, careful. Don’t put your foot through anything before I’ve even had the chance to bill you.”

“Nick,” Ann says fondly. “If these stairs could handle me, Kim, and the fifty-pound mattress we lugged up there yesterday, I think they’re stable.”

“You gals didn’t have to do all that. I could’ve—“

“It’s fine,” she insists. “You’re helping me out enough as it is.”

“Yeah, well, we’re even for that whole thing at Kim’s wedding now.”

“More than even,” she agreed. “I know this was last minute. Dinner’s on me tonight. I’ll order enough pizza for the entire crew.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You haven’t seen how much Seth can eat.”

Their easy banter disgusts me. Living people are all the same; wandering around with blind optimism or bemoaning every bad turn, blissfully unaware of how little it truly mattered. One wrong step with those tools of theirs and any one of them could be joining me among the shiftless dead. I don’t have any desire for that kind of company so I decide to wait until they’re done with their renovations before I risk trying to scare anyone again.

As it is they hardly need my help. Ann, it turns out, is more than just clueless, she’s a klutz. If that isn’t enough she insists on “helping” right up until she almost shoots herself in the foot with a nail gun. Nick warns her not to try it again but I don’t feel any anger from him. The crew are all familiar with one another and with her. They chat and toss around jokes between tasks; someone puts on music.

The feeling isn’t quite a tangible one, but then neither am I. It’s an energy I struggle to describe, something like wading in a river and being aware of a splash rippling from upstream. Compared to the sharp tang of fear I’m accustomed to, all this amicability is nauseatingly sweet.

Ann beams, and the high arches of her cheeks dimple and flush darkly, round as apples.

“What exactly do you have to be so happy about?” I hiss in her ear.

As much as I hate to admit it though, I can understand why someone like her moved so easily among the crowd. Even when she was getting underfoot, she’s a difficult person to condemn for it. How could anyone begrudge her excitement when it was so abundant? Or her love when it was so freely given?

Growing impatient with it all, I knock a toolbox off the top of a stepladder and send its contents scattering in all directions. It lands hard and the sounds of work, the music and the laughter, all come to an abrupt stop.

“What was that?” someone asks. A worker crouches down underneath the arch of the ladder to collect some of the scattered screws and I, with great satisfaction, tip the thing over on top of him. The damage is little, but it’s enough to get the entire crew good and spooked.

“I didn’t touch it,” the injured handyman insists as he nurses his bruises with an icepack. “It just collapsed.”

“Maybe this place is haunted,” another jokes, but her smile doesn’t quite cover her nervousness.

“Kim said the same thing,” Ann muses to herself. Nick looks at her and she startles, as if she hadn’t realized she’d spoken aloud.

“I was wondering how you were able to afford this place, even with the damage.”

“Oh don’t start with all that black cat broken mirror stuff. You see bad omens in everything.”

“And you don’t see red flags until they’re waving right in the face. Not even then,” he accuses. Her guilty expression says there’s some truth to his words. “Tell me honestly, is this house haunted?”

“That’s silly. Of course not.”

“Then how do you explain what just happened?” I demand with frustration.

“Then how do you explain what just happened?” asks the injured worker.

“Thank you!”

Ann hums thoughtfully and looks up at my aged walls, my decrepit ceilings. “The realtor warned me there were rumors about this place. This house has survived fire, flood, and an attempted demolition; somehow nothing was ever able to destroy it, and every person who’s lived here had reported seeing strange things. Objects moving on their own, strange sounds at night.”

Nick leans forward in his seat. “And what did you say when they told you all that?”

“I told her it sounded perfect.”

He puts his head in his hands. “Ann. Mary-Ann Thorne. Tell me you did not buy an actual haunted house. When Kim told me you just up and bought a house on a whim I thought that was crazy enough but this…”

“I didn’t buy a haunted house,” she says. She stood up straight and spread her hands with a dramatic flourish. “I bought a survivor. Houses are like people. They have personalities, they have their own little quirks, their likes and dislikes. Old houses most of all. I could tell as soon as I walked into this place that… well that she had something special. I can’t explain it, I just felt so drawn to her.”

She places her hand on the wall and holds it there. If I were alive I think I would shiver.

“She’s been through a lot, but with some TLC she’s gonna sing, I can feel it.”

“That’s crazy,” Nick says, but she isn’t listening. Not to him. It’s almost as if… almost…

“Can you hear me?”

She doesn’t respond. Of course she doesn’t. I berate myself for even daring to expect something so deluded. However, her little speech seems to encourage the crew, or else they’ve just calmed down enough to put aside their reservations and get back to work.

Watching them I feel… strange. Even when my house had been lived in before I had never really felt so cared for. It’s all ridiculous of course, a blind act of charity sprung from some silly woman’s misguided and misdirected affection. While the workers patch holes and replace crumbling pieces, the interloper sweeps and scrubs, eager to do her part.

Evening falls, and Ann prepares to head into town to pick up dinner.

“The guy on the phone said they don’t deliver to this address for some reason,” she says. “Weird.”

“Why don’t I go,” offers Nick. “I’ve got the truck. There’s more room.”

“Okay,” she reluctantly agrees. “But I’m still buying, clear?”

“Crystal.” There’s a faint air of nervousness wafting from him, I think. I suspect he’s been hoping for an opportunity to get away from me for a while.

The rest of the crew seem mostly recovered from their brief brush with the supernatural. I intend to fix that.

I start by flickering the lights, another classic. Someone gets up stammering about checking the fuse box in the basement, but as he and Nick each go for the doors I slam them both at once, creating a nice echoing effect that rings all through the house.

“Try writing that off as the wind.”

“I got a better idea,” another someone offers up. “How about we all go into town for dinner? It’ll be nice to get out of— it’ll be nice to get out, let the dust settle here.”

“Come on, Ann,” Nick gestures. “We can swing by the bar after. It’ll be fun.”

She hesitates, a strange look on her face, and takes a step back. “You all go ahead. I’m not that hungry.”

“Ann.” He speaks more sternly now, looking something like an older brother with a neat wrinkle of worry taking up residence on his brow. “Come on.”

“I’m fine here, and you’re being silly. If you don’t believe me, bring me back something after you eat and you’ll see that I’m perfectly safe here alone.”

“But you’re not alone,” I whisper, for nobody’s benefit but my own. “What would you say, if you knew. If you really knew.”

“Besides, I’ve already spent the night here once. If something were going to happen, why didn’t it?” She pulls a smirk, puts her hands on her hips. “Maybe it’s just you guys my house doesn’t like.”

Nick huffs an almost-laugh and relents, not entirely satisfied but not looking to argue the point any longer. He tells her to call him right away if anything changes and then he leaves. The workers file out after him, the last of them gingerly shutting the door behind him, so as not to anger me.

“Why didn’t you go with them?” I ask her. My voice, such that it is, takes on a plaintive edge. Pitiful. I correct myself, refocus my aims. “You’ve had plenty of chances to run, and it’s only going to get worse from here on out. You know that, right? You’ve got to know this isn’t just some twenty-four-hour fever. You can’t get rid of me. It’s my house.”

She starts up the stairs. I follow. I have no other choice.

“Are you really this dense? How can you ignore the signs? How can you believe there’s anything here worth salvaging?"

She walks into the bathroom and stares into the cracked mirror.

“What are you doing now?” I complain. “Looking for answers? I couldn’t give them to you if I had them. Or are you just admiring your pretty reflection?” I stroke the mirror’s surface. “Must be nice, to be young and lively. If you leave now, you could have years and years of perfect ignorance, uninterrupted by those pesky reminders of death. You could have a life, and you’re wasting it.”

She touches her fingertips to the cool glass with a mystic look in her dark eyes.

“Mina?” she whispers.

“My name isn’t Mina.”

Or maybe it is. Might as well be, for all I know. I think I must’ve had a name once. Surely there was a word, a simple sound, some collection of syllables that meant I see you. Surely there had been someone to speak it and make it real in their mouth. But how should I know? And if such a person did exist, what does it matter now? I’m not a person anymore, I’m a thing that happened, a thing that’s happening still. I’m a box built to hold my history, filled up to the rafters with hurt and resentment. That’s as close as I get to living. If I could move independent of my dour walls like her, I think, I wouldn’t be wasting my time moldering in the darkness.

Ann shakes her head. “Silly. I’m being silly,” she tells herself. Looking up at the dim light fixed above her she adds, “I should probably check on that fuse box after all.”

She goes back down and opens the door to the basement. She flicks the switch on the wall a few times but that bulb's been long neglected. Even those who swear up and down they don’t fear the fables or superstition became suddenly shy when it comes to probing the deepest depths of this old house. Ann turns, presumably to seek out a flashlight, when her heel catches on one of the repairmen’s screws that had rolled loose. It’s not even my fault this time, technically.

Like some kind of morbid slapstick, her foot shoots out from under her and she stumbles backwards towards the open basement door. It’s a long drop that awaits her, followed by a fast end if she’s lucky. And I know well enough by now that she isn’t.

Without thinking, I push her. Instead of that foresworn drop down the basement stairs, Ann finds herself tripping backwards into the wall instead. She rights herself, takes in a sharp breath, and then releases it with a sigh. She’s dazed but unharmed. I find myself mirroring her relief.

She smiles. “Thank you,” she says.

Then she closes the door and walks away.

That has never happened to me before. Normally, to manifest, to have any direct impact on the physical world, I have to summon up a great deal of anger. That isn’t too hard for me; I’ve been angry a long time. But in that moment, I hadn’t been angry. I think I’d been afraid. For her safety? No, of course not. More likely I’d been worried she would leave behind a ghost and I’d be stuck with her invading my personal space for eternity. Still, I’d never… never done anything like that before. I’d never helped somebody. I suppose I’d assumed it couldn’t be done, even if I wanted to. Ghosts, spirits, malevolent spectral entities or whatever you like to call it, that’s not what we're for. That wasn’t what I did, until I did it.

I become aware of singing coming from the kitchen. The fool is never not singing or humming or whistling something. I know music; it’s not as if I’m totally uncultured. While I have no lungs nor lips to make sound, sometimes on a stormy night the wind whistles through my walls, each creak and moan playing for me the orchestra of slow degradation I’ve come to know well.

This is not that. This is… I don’t know what to do with this. I don’t know the words. Is it too late, I wonder. I can’t. I’m not ready. Oh but if you can give me time, stranger, I think I want to learn your song too.

[firekyoshi]

i can't believe yall havent thought of a sambucky the handmaiden au LIKE GUYS LOOK AT THE POTENTIAL

okay if u haven't seen the handmaiden (2016) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CHECK IT OUT OMG ITS ONE OF MY FAV MOVIES AND AS A BISEXUAL WOMAN ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES FEATURING SAPPHIC CHARACTERS

anyways here's a very self-indulgent sambucky the handmaiden! au that i wrote at midnight literally 7 hours before my exam

tw // mentions of suicide

- sam is sook-hee and bucky is hideko obvs

- sam is a criminal working for the power broker aka sharon while bucky or in this case, the winter soldier, was a test experiment for HYDRA / is now an assassin + bodyguard for their leader, alexander pierce

- sharon is conducting business w hydra to obtain some weapons and idk black market stuff which forces her to go to siberia, but obviously the ultimate weapon she wants to take home is the infamous winter soldier

- she asks sam to pretend to be her butler/bodyguard but is actually hiring him to get information on the winter soldier program and obtain the code words needed to control them

- they end up staying in pierce's mansion in like a really remote place in siberia

- sam gets acquainted w the other butlers and housekeepers, they tell him that the area is haunted because they would always hear a man screaming just before daybreak followed by complete silence. they also tell him that the forest is haunted by the spirit of a man who killed himself there

- just like the housekeepers said, sam wakes around 3-4 in the morning to the sound of a man screaming followed by complete silence

- anyways the next morning he accompanies sharon to her first meeting w hydra officials, and that's where he encounters bucky

- after the meeting, sharon is all like, "change of plans. we're going to steal the winter soldier." sam's like "and who's that?", "the person u were standing next to earlier,"

- afterwards, sam starts to spy on bucky. he doesn't talk much, sam notices, actually scratch that this man does not talk period

- they were standing by the door a few feet away from where their bosses were talking. "so uh, what do i call you?" sam asks one day, but bucky is like a statue, his response being a mere blink

- sharon and pierce always have their business meetings in the morning, but they also have spend time at night, usually supper or dinner, that's more casual. sam notices that pierce's bodyguard is less stiff and more human during the later hours of the day

- sam and bucky are again standing by the door. "what do i call you?" bucky asks quietly, almost like a whisper. "uh sam, you can call me sam. and you?"

- he freezes for a while before replying, "james barnes"

- another thing that sam notices is that bucky is NEVER alone. either he's with pierce or he's escorted by other bodyguards (who look like they couldn't even take him down altogether)

- one morning, after the usual distant screams, sam decides to figure out where the screams were actually coming from. he goes to the main house, pretending to bring tea for sharon (there's a small camera hidden in the tray)

- he sees the usual group of bodyguards escorting a half-naked and disheveled bucky from the stairs to the basement. when they see him, the group looks like a pack of deers in headlights, one of them reaches for their gun, "i'm bringing tea for ms. carter," he quickly says.

- "go ahead," the leader, rumlow, says, "but next time use the main hallway will you?"

- "right, she just said it was faster this way, and she's really peculiar about the temperature of her tea."

- he shows the video to sharon and she's like "i need u to find out wtf is going on in that basement."

- one night, sharon and pierce are having dinner tgt "since we're on the topic of legends and fairytales, i have to ask about something," sharon says,

- "go, on," pierce replies

- "the winter soldier program, does it really exist?"

- the hydra leader chuckles, "i was wondering when you would ask that," then points toward bucky, "my dear, you're looking at the winter soldier."

- sam listens in on the conversation. the winter soldier program was a program created by hydra in the 1940s with the first successful test subject being an american ww2 soldier named steve rogers. apparently he was given this serum that made him super strong and for 10 years, while the other test subjects were cryogenically frozen, hydra worked to find ways to control him but failed and they had to keep him restrained most of the time.

- one night, rogers broke out of the facility, stole all the remaining formulas, and threw them away before blowing his brains out in the nearby forest

- after rogers' suicide, hydra brought out its second test subject, bucky barnes, and used the remaining serum on him. afterwards hydra froze him again while they worked on something to keep his mind under control.

- around the 1960s they created the trigger words and since then they've been using bucky to do their dirty work for them. "this, my dear, is our greatest creation." pierce says as he approaches a stand displaying a red book. "his trigger words. say them and he will do anything you want. if you need some errands taken care of, i'd be happy to lend him to you. we can talk about the costs later."

- "i don't have anything i can't take care of myself at the moment, but i'll keep that offer in mind." sharon replies

- now sharon's like "okay we HAVE to steal him and the codes." she figured out that all of the mansion's surveillance turns off for an hour to reboot from 1 AM to 2, and tells sam to basically go to the basement and manipulate bucky when he's not under hydra's control. "make him trust you, that way we won't have much of a fuss taking him to madripoor."

- that night, after the clock strikes 1, sam sneaks into the basement and finds a cell with bucky inside. there's a bed, well, more like a mattress, but bucky's not sleeping on it. instead he's sitting in a corner, head against the wall, knees tucked in his chest, hyperventilating and,,,crying???

- "hey," sam whispers, "you okay?"

- the winter soldier stares at him with red rimmed eyes and a tear stricken face. "you're sam, you're her bodyguard."

- "yeah and you're the winter soldier, or do you prefer james?"

- "bucky. it's bucky"

- yeah basically sam visits bucky's cell every night for exactly 45 minutes before he has to sneak back out. he tries to gain bucky's trust and manipulate him but guess what they fall in love surprise surprise

- bucky tells sam his true story. how he and steve used to be ww2 soldiers that were experimented on by hydra. he remembers being frozen and the first thing he sees when they woke him up was steve's dead body. "they told me he shot his head in the forest." the first thing he felt was pain as they injected the serum into his veins then tried to erase his memories. he remembers going into cryo and being woken up over and over again to kill someone or destroy something.

- he also tells sam about the one night he broke out, ran as fast as he could, and jumped off a cliff, only for him to survive. he lost an arm, but hydra replaced it with another weapon. "i thought i would end there, but i just became more of a weapon"

- so sam starts to feel unsure about stealing the winter soldier bc goddamnit bucky's a person and he doesnt deserve any of this.

- also the more time he spends with bucky the more he realises that the actual james bucky barnes is a fucking piece of shit that still uses 40s slang and petnames and makes outdated jokes and is actually a big fucking flirt.

- and sam's heart breaks every time he looks at bucky's crestfallen face when he realises that their 45 minutes are over

- of all the people he could fall in love with, it just had to be a brainwashed assassin

- sharon tells him that in a few days, she and pierce will leave for a week to actually get the business transaction done. basically she tells sam that he should break bucky out of the mansion while they're away, take the trigger word book, and meet with torres so he can take them both to madripoor.

- while sharon and pierce leave, sam continues visiting bucky during the night. also he doesn't see bucky during the day bc they have no reason to bring him out of the cell, and he kinda misses him aw

- one night, he wakes up to noise, lots of it. everyone in the house is running. in the midst of all the chaos, sam hears, "find the soldier!"

- the first place sam goes to is the forest, and there he finds bucky kneeling by a frozen lake, with a gun in his hands. sam tackles him and throws the gun away

- "what the fuck were you thinking huh?!" sam shouts, tightly holding the front of bucky's shirt, and he can't help but cry at the thought of bucky's dead body. and all of a sudden he feels like shit. for manipulating bucky and taking advantage of his trauma for his own gain. so he gathers bucky in his arms and tells him everything. about what he and sharon were actually planning, what his true motivations were when he first went inside the basement, and how he actually grew to care for bucky

- bucky just laughs and says, "i know,” he reveals that sharon's plan all along was to take bucky and the trigger words for herself, and frame sam as the mastermind behind everything. she'll then fake bucky’s death and offer sam as another test subject for the winter soldier program as compensation for stealing (and “killing”) bucky

- "how do you know all this?"

- "she visited me the first night you arrived and we talked. she told me she'll take me away and all i had to do was manipulate you into breaking me out." bucky confesses, "i didn't realise you were a sweetheart, that made everything so complicated."

- anyways sam knocks bucky unconscious and basically helps hydra guards put him back in his cell. "just saying, maybe we shouldn't tell pierce abt this yknow" and the hydra guards r like yeah no totally cause if he knew we're all fucked

- anyways bucky and sam come up with a plan to escape together. sam contacts a friend known as baron helmut zemo, who's basically sharon's biggest enemy, but more importantly, owes sam a big ass debt and asks him to give the two of them safe passage to sokovia

- they plan to escape two nights before sharon and pierce return to siberia. on that night, sam wakes up at exactly 1 AM like he always does, and kills everyone in the house. he puts a bullet in every hydra guard, every housekeeper, everyone. he disables all the techs in the house, steals the trigger word book and breaks bucky out of his cell.

- "wait. there's something i have to show you." bucky says. he takes sam to the facility. the place where they tortured him and experimented on him. the place where every other test subjects were kept frozen.

- (if you've watched the handmaiden, yes this is a reference to the library scene) sam can't contain the anger he feels when he looks at the room. "is this where they tortured you? is this where the screams come from every night?"

- bucky nods. he points at a chair in the centre of the room, surrounded by machines and computers. "every morning they would drag me out of my cell, put me on that chair, and-" he swallows a choked sob, "and read the trigger words,"

- sam can't control it anymore. he grabs a metal rod and starts destroying the place. he breaks every machine, tearing them apart until they are nothing more than wires and buttons. he kills all the frozen test subjects, because they deserve better than this. he rips apart the pages of the winter soldier's mission reports, and gathers them into a pile.

- from afar, bucky watches as sam lights up the pile and everything in front of him starts to burn. when sam turns to look at him, he can't help but think about how magnificent he looks as the fire roars behind him. his hero. his guardian angel. his sam.

- sam approaches bucky and pulls him in for a hungry kiss. something he feels he should've done earlier. "no one will ever control you again." he says, and for once its a promise that bucky believes in.

- sam reaches in his bag and pulls out the red book. bucky starts to cry bc no one, not even before hydra, had ever loved him like this. "i mean it. no one." sam says. bucky throws the book in the fire and watches and both paper and leather melt into ash

- the end they escape using zemo's private jet and live happily ever after haha

[quicksilverlightning]

Number One In Our Hearts

It starts innocuously enough, with All Might being invited to run the yearly Quirkless course on Quirk Warrior.

“It’s been a rough course this year folks – only six runners have made it all the way through, but we’ve got one last contestant to go.”

“That’s right, Ken, and it’s the one you’ve all been waiting for. This year’s Quirkless Run has pulled out all the stops – the jump hang is longer, the wall is higher, and it’s all for this one last runner. Ladies and gentlemen, the one, the only, the legend, All Might!”

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 cinnadust

My favorite thing about All Might running the QLC is that he doesn’t run at all. He strolls through like he’s fucking bored.

 Staples083

his wingspan is enormous

 pipe-fingers

Petition for All Might to run the Quirk course #NumberOneInOurHearts

 GangOrg4n

look at him wave at the audience he’s not even tring lol Absolute Legend

 Red-Phone-Wire

please someone make these announcers losing their shit into a meme

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All Might’s appearance rockets the ratings to unseen heights; the full video goes viral and has over a million views before the weekend is over. It isn’t long before the agency is fielding phone calls from the usual suspects – reporters, journalists, talk shows – but also from some more unusual places.

Toshinori lights up when PR brings him the first batch of requests and immediately agrees to do them all. The second flurry of requests comes before the cooking show segment is finished airing and the floodgates open. Every reality show and competition is clamoring for All Might to guest star.

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Quirky Kitchen makes it an hour-long special. The first half is dedicated to some old American favorites; he chats with the host and audience while slicing tomatoes with charming ease. The audience delights in his culinary prowess, gained over long years of bachelordom, and laughs at his silly anecdotes. Which makes the second half all the more surprising.

With the burden of secrecy lifted, Yagi Toshinori can finally see his way forward. All Might can no longer be a pillar, but, perhaps, Yagi Toshinori can be a support beam. While the live audience munches on potato chips hot from the fryer, Toshinori pulls a simple hardback chair from the set, seats himself, and opens up.

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“Cooking… it’s a lot like my Quirk – my strength is gone, but the reflexes, the training, all of that is still there. I can’t eat what I’m making anymore, but I still know how to make it. And I can still share it with all of you.”

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 explendative

holy shit

 out-of-batt

damn, look at him flipping burgers @9:32 this man is perfect??

 h0m3b0dyJJ

Okay, guys, my dad had a gastrectomy a few years before he died and it’s seriously no joke. My dad lost 63 pounds just a few months after his; it’s hard to keep anything down and you have to eat little meals all the time and there’s just so. much. food. that you can’t have anymore. He was taking like a billion supplements and vitamins just to manage everyday challenges. I can’t even imagine going through that on top of being an active Pro.

 its-ibuki

we must protect All Might at all costs

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He laughs when his students gather round, babbling about the dance show. He ruffles Ashido’s hair fondly.

“You don’t get to Number One without some fancy footwork! Take that to heart, my young students,” he nods sagely, managing to extract himself before he’s late to the staff meeting. He heads down the hall, but not before tossing one last piece of advice over his shoulder.

“And learn at least one social dance!”

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Honestly? I don’t like the hero rankings. I’d prefer they didn’t exist at all. How do you rank acts of heroism? Why is saving one life worth less than saving a hundred? You can’t quantify someone’s worth down to a data point. What’s a hundred lives to a parent that’s lost their only child?

- All Might discusses the ranking system on Hero Discourse

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 LoreleiFae

another day, another reason to love All Might

 FlipFlapItsATrap

you know, I never really got the hype around All Might. Like, I understood he was number one and super strong and all that, but I never got all the fervor around him. I started to get it after Kamino, but it’s really little moments like these that make me understand why he was number one. why he’s still number one, no matter what the ranking says. #NumberOneInOurHearts

 07ohseven

@FlipFlapItsATrap: I’ve met All Might twice, both before and after Kamino (humblebrag, lol), and he really is just the nicest guy. He never treated anyone like they weren’t worth his time, from teenagers hunting autographs to little kids that wanted a hug. I ran into him again a few months ago at the Mustafu Library – he’d tucked himself away into a corner with a few books and we talked a little about what he was reading (a biography and a fantasy novel, if you were wondering). He asked me to call him Toshi and gave me some movie recommendations.

 07ohseven

@FlipFlapItsATrap: I got off topic there, but what I wanted to say was that you’re right – All Might wasn’t number one because he was a good hero. He was number one because he’s a good person. All Might made me feel safe, but Toshi made me feel comfortable, like talking to an old friend. I hope I get to meet him again one day. #NumberOneInOurHearts

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Kizumi Takada @0Window0Knight0

@AllMightOfficial how many people have you kissed?

All Might @AllMightOfficial

@0Window0Knight0 None.

All Might @AllMightOfficial

@0Window0Knight0 But, many, many people have kissed me.

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 Peony-crowned

Next time on Hero Theory – is All Might asexual?

 Superxxchar04

@peony-crowned: OTP – All Might X Justice

 Hkoin

@superxxchar04: All Might X A healthy mind body and soul in a long life filled with joy and laughter FTFY

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He’s carrying a stack of grading in one hand and nearly throws the entire pile in the air when Present Mic grabs him in the hallway, begging him to be on his show. After a few moments spent calming him down, Toshinori manages to gather that his guest for the night has had a last minute cancellation. He offers an easy smile and agrees to fill in.

He wasn’t expecting Hizashi to open the phone lines up for questions, but what kind of hero would he be if he couldn’t roll with the punches?

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 Am I on the air?

 That’s right, listener! You are live and you’ve got a question for us?

 Yeah! Well, for All Might. Big fan by the way, you’re the greatest.

 Thank you kindly, young man!

 Right, so I was wondering – do you make more from your hero work, or from merchandising rights? I’ll hang up and listen, if that’s okay?

 Perfectly fine, listener!

 I don’t – didn’t – make any money at all from my hero work. Any bounties have gone to victims or to charity, and I’ve never sent anyone a bill for helping at a natural disaster. Merchandising rights more than cover the agency overhead – I’m not even the highest paid individual at my own company.

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 TexasSmashMe

I’m sorry to inform the hero fandom that Stain was 100% correct – there is only one real hero, and his name is Yagi Toshinori.

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 drrdrrdrrdrr reblogged from nessalee

 [gif set]

 [First image description]

 A young All Might flies through the air, cape billowing like a banner

 [Second image description]

 Silver Age All Might holds up a collapsing bridge pillar with one arm while the other gives a thumbs up.

 [Third image description]

 Golden Age All Might overlooks the city from a skyscraper, bangs ruffling in the wind

 [Fourth image description]

 All Might stands tall, battered and bloody, a single fist raised into the air

 [Fifth image description]

 Yagi Toshinori bounces at the front of the course, posture relaxed, waiting for the starting bell

 [Sixth image description]

 A toddler yanks on Yagi Toshinori's bangs as he smiles indulgently

 [Seventh image description]

 Yagi Toshinori sitting in the bleachers at Yuuei, beaming proudly at the field where his students compete

 [Eighth image description]

 Yagi Toshinori stands, battered and bloody, face turned away, pointing into the distance

 A Hero for Eternity

All Might / Yagi Toshinori

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 CoraBakes

get u a man that can do both

 la-la-lo-li

The one with the kid is so cute <3 Yagi-san would be a great dad

 kainnn9056

pft look at him casually holding up a bridge with one arm hes so extra i love it.

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He's just leaving the school when PR messages him with the request from Hero Monthly magazine. It's usually the kind of thing he would sign off on without a second thought, but his eye lingers on a single word - photoshoot. This wouldn't be like answering questions about his gastrectomy online, or explaining his injury on a talk show - this would be actively showing off the wound that nearly killed him.

Toshinori never expected to retire; hell, he'd never expected to survive. He assumed he would die as he lived - being a hero - and take all his secrets with him. But now...

Now he thinks of young Midoriya with his scarred hand; of his friend Todoroki, who couldn't hide his burn if he wanted to. He thinks of Iida's older brother, learning to walk again. He remembers Best Jeanist may lose his own stomach in the near future and the scar under Aizawa's eye. He remembers hospital wards full of children with amputated body parts and prosthetic limbs and dreams of heroism. He remembers being twelve and Quirkless and thinks again of young Midoriya, to whom Quirkless may as well have been a synonym for disabled.

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 [Image set]

 [Cover image description]

 Yagi Toshinori sits in a crisp white button-up on an angled couch, legs stretched over the cushions, looking at the camera over his shoulder.

 [First image description]

 Yagi Toshinori adjusts a cuff-link, grinning wildly at something off camera, suit jacket flared in the wind.

 [Second image description]

 Yagi Toshinori sits on the edge of a bed, hands together between his open knees. His white shirt is unbuttoned, revealing a  skinny chest and hints of spiderwebbing red.

 [Third image description]

 Yagi Toshinori looks away from the camera shyly, one hand rubbing the back of his head. His scar is viciously red, stretching the full length of his torso before disappearing below the hem of the dark slacks clinging to his skinny hips.

108,792 notes

 vedran-oligarch

All Might looks like someone punched a hole through him and I'm still lusting over his fine ass hot DAMN

 i-am-a-blank-page

@vedran-oligarch: it's the eyes - they're always the same and they're always so intense

 vedran-oligarch

@i-am-a-blank-page: point, but those beautiful hipbones aren't hurting my lady-boner

 IrisEvergarden

I really, really love the last picture. His expression is so sweet and unsure and humanizing - the whole set is, but that one really does it for me <3

 paperclipped-wildflowers

his hair looks so soft

 IrisEvergarden

I just want to give this man a hug, he's so good and pure and brave

 ExpectingDelay

okay, but how how no one mentioned the interview part?!

 If I saved one person when I lost my stomach, it was worth it. If I brought one child home to their parents when I crushed my lungs, it was worth it. If my words have helped someone through a rough patch, if I inspired someone to do better, be better, it was all worth it. There are a great many regrets in my life, but helping others has never been one of them. There is nothing I wouldn’t break; no sacrifice that would make me hesitate.

 That's what heroism is - it's taking these hits so that no one else has to.

this man is incredible.

 flowwithit54

@ExpectingDelay: I'm fucking crying rn we don't deserve All Might OR Yagi Toshinori

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It's almost nine when Ishiyama finds him lazing on the teacher's lounge couch, idly scrolling through his own tag online. In the past few minutes alone, he's found post after post from individuals finding strength from last week's magazine shoot. A teenager with an arm mangled in a villain attack; an office worker embarrassed by needing a wheelchair; a boy with an annoying twitch thanks to an accident with his electricity Quirk. Thousands of messages of love and support, admiration and inspiration. It's almost enough to make him wonder why he'd been so worried about the inevitable. Ishiyama hands him a cup of tea.

"You look happy today, Yagi."

He closes the phone and takes the offered tea with a smile.

"Yeah. I guess I am."

[princesssarcastia]

the day that was(n’t)

edit 4/9/20: now on ao3, if you’d prefer

Allison buys two tickets for Luther and he still hunches his shoulders in, trying to make himself that much smaller.  She hasn’t let go of his hand since they left the park.  Everything is balancing on a knife’s edge in her mind, and if she loses him as an anchor right now she’ll crumble.

Her ears pop as they rise, rise, rise, and she clenches Luther’s hand and finally lets herself wonder if she can do this.  Wonder what words she can say to Patrick to make him understand that this isn’t a trick.  Allison only has two days left on this Earth to see her daughter.  (her daughter only has two days left on this Earth.  this Earth only has two days left) what if he says no what if he calls the police what if five is wrong and she destroys her last chance what if what if what if what if—

Luther pulls her hand to his chest and splays it flat, letting her feel the steady march of his heartbeat and the slow pull of his breath, in, out, in, out. Hers is coming in short, quick (quiet, always quiet don’t let him hear number three) bursts; panic like she hasn’t felt in years is rising in her. 

But.  But Luther is here.  Luther is here, and he’s holding her hand, and he’s breathing.  In.  Out.  In.  Out.

Allison lets her eyes close and focuses on him, for a little while.

                                                               —

Klaus shudders and sobs and smiles because he did it.  Dave is here.

“Klaus,” Dave smiles at him (Dave Dave Dave his heart beats).  “What are you doing to yourself, sweetheart?”

He crosses the attic, floorboards creaking in time with his footsteps, and crouches down next to him.

“I had to see you,” Klaus sobs and smiles and it’s all tangled up inside but it doesn’t matter, because Dave is here.  Dave died in his arms and Klaus scrubbed Dave’s blood out from under his fingernails, but he’s here.  It’s okay now.

“So you tied yourself to a chair?” He shakes his head.  “Wait, are you sober?”  A hesitant look takes over Dave’s face.  “Klaus, does this mean you can see—can see all the others, too?  You don’t have to—not for me.”

Klaus shakes his head.  “No, no, Dave, you’re—you’re worth every second of it.  I love you, Dave, so much.  I missed you so much,” he sobs again.  And oh, this won’t do; his eyes are so watery it’s hard to make Dave out.  He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ward off more tears.

Dave runs a hand gently over Klaus’s forehead, pushing his hair away from his eyes.  Memories of nights spent memorizing the way Dave’s warm, calloused hands felt against him flash in Klaus’s mind.

Wait.

Klaus opens his eyes and jerks back a little.  Hands.  Floorboards.

“Dave,” he breathes, shocked, and finally manages to pull his own hands free.  The space between them is illuminated with pale blue light.  He reaches up, shaking, as Dave leans down, and their foreheads collide somewhere in the middle.

They press against each other, just savoring getting to breathe the same air.  Figuratively.  Except, well, maybe not?

“How is this possible?” Klaus murmurs, trying to pull Dave even closer.  “Is this you?”

“No, this is all you, sweetheart.”  Dave smiles at him again (hasn’t stopped smiling at him, actually, not that Klaus is any better).

“Hmmm.  Sounds like a problem for tomorrow, don’t you think?”

Dave laughs, and it’s the greatest thing Klaus has ever heard.

                                                             —

“I won’t lie to my children anymore,” Mom says, and lifts her chin ever so slightly.

Diego feels something ease inside him.  It is the first time she has ever called them hers; Sir Reginald never allowed her the attachment.

But his father isn’t here anymore.

“Mom,” he says softly.  “Mom, whatever it is, it’ll be okay.  I understand, I promise.”

She doesn’t smile and says, “Sir Reginald killed himself, in the hopes that it would bring you all together one last time.”

She doesn’t smile and says, “Pogo has been sabotaging my programming to arouse your suspicions, to keep you all investigating and focused, as a team.  As long as I was a suspect, you children would stay.”

She doesn’t smile and says, “Do you remember when I first came to stay with you, Diego?”

He sucks in a breath; it’s—what?  It’s too much at once, but also not enough.  “Why would.  Why w-w-would he kill himself?  What could possibly m-m-m—”

“Diego,” she cuts him off.  Something in his chest curls up; she’s never interrupted him when he was struggling with a word, not once, and it hurts.

Mom reaches out and grasps his shoulders. “Diego.  My sweet boy,” and now a smile flits across her mouth, as she’s looking into his eyes.  “This is important.  Do you remember the nannies you had before I came to stay?”

Something vague drags itself from his memory.  “I.  Yeah, one of them spoke french, right?”

She smiles again, but this time it’s one of Reginald's. He can always tell the difference; this one is meant to be encouragement for answering a question correctly.  “That’s right!” 

And then it slides off her face.  “They were human.  But humans are,” she pauses, “breakable.  Your father stopped employing human nannies after you all turned four.”

Breakable.  “Did we,” he swallows, “did we hurt them?”

She doesn’t smile and says, “You didn’t.  But Vanya did.”

                                                        —

Vanya presses her father’s journal to her chest with one hand and grips her case with the other as she walks the length of the city.

After Ben—when she first moved out, the only thing she could think was away.  Far away.  And Leonard’s house is close—was close—

There’s blood on her face.  There was blood everywhere, my god what have I—

No cabs.  No friends to call.  Just Vanya, making her way to the house she ran away from twelve years ago.

She is a liability you have to have powers to go this is a family matter I heard a              r u  m  o   r

But she loves them.  She loves them.  It’ll be okay.  They can help, her family can help her.  Her family will help her.  Sisters.

Time collapses.

Vanya knocks quietly at the manor’s front door, but nobody answers.  Late.  It’s late.  Her family isn’t ignoring her, they’re just asleep.  She could knock louder, but—(he beats his fist against the book until it’s the only thing she can hear, until it fills her mind and she  s c r e a m s).

Through the kitchen.  Her key fits into the lock and the door creaks open and she’s in the kitchen.  There are dishes in the sink, why are there dishes in the sink?  Mom always puts the dishes away before bed.  (the new nanny cracks as she hits the ground, and doesn’t get up again)

Maybe they’re in the living room.  They were meeting there earlier, maybe they’re still—

She’s in the living room, and she’s alone.  Just Vanya.  Some of the lamps are still on, casting a warm glow on everything.

Late.  It’s late.  Her family is probably asleep.  Vanya could call out for them (she  s c r e a m s) or Pogo (did you know?) but. 

Vanya can wait here.  She can sit here, and wait for them to notice her.  Then they can help, her family can help her.

She perches on the edge of the cushion, journal pressed to her chest in one hand, case gripped tight in the other, and waits.

                                                           —

Seven seconds from the time he drops the grenade to the explosion.  Just enough to get the year, the month the day, but his hands are too goddamn sweaty to fix the hour.

“Shit!” He grinds his teeth and flips the catches anyway.  Two days is better than nothing, which is what he’ll be if he stays any longer.

The heat of the explosion reaches him just as he slips into the void, and gets unceremoniously dumped onto the unyielding oak of his father’s wet-bar.

He gives himself two seconds to lie there and groan.  God, that hurt.  He’s thirteen years old, but you wouldn’t know it from all the aches and pains littering his body.  This is what fifty felt like the first time around. What he wants, more than anything, is to sleep for the next sixteen hours and then drink a gallon of coffee.

What, are you going to sit there and whine all day? Dolores says in the back of his mind.  Get up.  We have work to do.

Everything hurts as he pushes himself to his feet, and there’s a particularly stabbing pain in his right side, but that’s irrelevant right now.

Coffee.  He can give himself one out of two, and then round up his idiot siblings to stop the apoca—

“Five?” Someone croaks.  He recognizes that kind of voice; that’s the voice of someone who’s screamed their vocal cords to shreds.

His eyes land on Vanya, of all people, sitting alone on the couch.  Why would she be—nope, doesn’t matter.  Apocalypse first, issues later.

“Good.  You’re here.”  He marches across the room.  “The apocalypse is in two...” his voice trails off.

She’s covered in blood.  It’s splattered across her face, her chest; her hands look like she dunked them in a vat of it.  There’s a familiar looking book clutched to her chest like a life-line.

“Five,” she croaks again.  Her eyes.  The look in her eyes...Five notes distantly that it’s a wonder she can speak at all, if she’s that shell-shocked.

“Vanya,” he says warily, “what happened?”

“I didn’t mean to,” she says dazedly.  “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t.“

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t,” he says quietly, and takes a slow step closer to her.

“I just...” she looks down and seemingly pries her arm from around the book and holds it out to him.  “I found it.  Under his bed.  He had it under his bed the whole time.”

Another step, and another, and gently, he lifts the book from her hand.  He hesitates for a second and replaces it with his own hand, letting her clutch at him instead while he examines the book.

It’s dad’s journal.

A slow, uneasy feeling stirs in his gut.

Vanya blinks, and turns her head to look up at him.  She looks fragile, and not all there yet, but it’s progress.

“Vanya, where is everyone?”

“It’s late,” she says dully.  “I didn’t want to wake anyone up,” she continues, and then shudders. 

Right.  He’s pretty sure even Diego would have gotten up to help Vanya if she showed up looking like this, but there’s clearly something else bothering her about the idea.

“I was waiting for them to notice me.  They can help me. They can help me,” she repeats, and sounds a little stronger.

“Of course they can.  I can help you too, Vanya.  Just,” he sets the book on the end table and sits next to her, “tell me what happened.”

She starts shaking.  “I think—I think I killed him, Five.  I killed him.”

There’s enough blood for her to have killed several ‘hims.’

“Who did you kill?”

“Leonard.  It was an accident,” the word start pouring out of her, “It was an accident, Five, I didn’t mean to, but I found dad’s journal and he’s been reading dad’s notes about me, manipulating me, and he wouldn’t stop hitting it it was so loud I couldn’t help it and I screamed and he was,” she gasps, “He was dead, I killed him, I killed him!”

Vanya keeps gasping at shorter and short intervals until she’s crying, sobbing.  Five throws his other arm around her shoulders and pulls her into him and feels helpless against the onslaught of tears; he’s never seen her this emotional before.

Then again, to his knowledge, she’s never killed anyone before.

“it’s okay.  It’ll be okay, we’ll fix this.  I mean, do you have any idea how many people I’ve killed?”  He tries for levity and then immediately regrets it.

But somehow, it works.  At least a little.  “You’ve killed people with your powers, too?”

He blinks in shock.  “Powers?”

Dad’s journal, the one he took notes about their training in; it’s bound to be full of dangerous information about all of them.  This “Leonard” had their Dad’s journal.  He was manipulating Vanya with it.  There’s information about Vanya in it.

Vanya has powers?

She jerks her head in an imitation of a nod, but doesn’t say anything.  Five doesn’t say anything either, just absently pulls her a little closer while he mulls this over.

His equations were always off.  It all makes sense now, though, because he was missing a crucial piece of data.  Vanya has powers.  How could he not have known?  How could any of them have missed this?

She still has tears running down her face, which is a step above shock, but not great.  All it means is he can worry about the details later.  He can feel the pieces of their lives slowly coming together in the back of his mind, but Vanya can’t wait until he figures it out.

“Alright.  Here’s what we’re going to do.”  He pulls away from her enough to help her sit up.  “You’re going to wash all the—take a shower,” he awkwardly switches tacks when he sees the look it gives her.  “And then we’ll find the others and figure out what happened.” 

And then he and Diego will go hide the body, he adds silently, but even he can tell Vanya is in no state to hear that.

“We can help you, Vanya.  We will help you.  Everything’s going to be okay.”

[aliferous-ly]

Dibs

i wrote this quick as a warmup then ended up not having time to actually write nything else but anyway here it is!! based on this text post uwu

warnings: swearing, college parties, alcohol, talking about misuse of chemicals being water + sodium.... yeah that’s all i can think of 

----

Logan hadn’t planned on going to the party. Not because he hated parties (although he sort of disliked them, depending on the host) but it hadn’t really been on his radar. 

So when Remy texted him that “the coolest shit is going down” and that he “needs to come to Payton Braun’s right now right now they’re playing with fire and chemicals”, well. How could he refuse? 

Especially because Payton Braun housed a quarter of the basketball team, including Virgil, so Logan couldn’t let Virgil’s place to stay get burned down because of stupid drunken decisions. 

So he walked in. There were only two couples making out on the front porch, and nobody throwing up (at midnight, he assumed there were already be multitudes) Logan could determine that it wasn’t a hell-raising party and only a seven minutes in heaven, high-school esque party. 

Regardless, that didn’t explain that the moment he walked in, someone called out a blatant, loud, “DIBS!”. 

Logan froze on the spot, gaze flicking into the crowd. Half the room was caught up in each other and the pounding music, the other half laughing or shoving from the comment. 

Logan blinked. He brought his phone out, because he couldn’t not immediately text Patton, just for posterity. I just walked into this party and someone yelled dibs. Aaaand send. 

Little bubbles showed up almost immediately, so Logan knew Patton was in the midst of a late night study session. 

His phone buzzed. omg!! who??? which party?? i can find them for u! and get it ;) 

Logan rolled his eyes and nearly pocketed his phone then and there. I don’t know who. Stay at your dorm, I’m fine. And stop that

He could feel Patton’s teasing aura seeping through the phone and thanked the heavens that Patton wasn’t with him. ok, if you say so!! but only if u tell me ALL the deets later !! >:(

Logan’s lips quirked, just barely. Patton really was the greatest. Don’t worry, I will. Get to sleep by two

I will! <3 

Logan sent one final <3 before turning his phone off and pocketing it. A red solo cup was pressed into his hands, but the person who handed it to him disappeared before he could catch them. He could text Remy to find him, but he heard yelling in the basement and the colored lights were bright pink. It didn’t take a detective to know where the fire was. 

Logan shook his head because they couldn’t even experiment outside? Really? Rookie mistake. 

As he approached the stairs he dumped the contents of the red solo cup into a fake house plant. He’d throw it away downstairs. 

Stepping into the basement, Logan saw many things at once. 

One, two shirtless guys in the corner were licking peanut butter off of each other, which, gross, hard pass for Logan. Two, a circle of people surrounded a flourescent green bowl, while one guy was holding a small white substance in his hand, presenting it dramatically. 

Three, he heard the word sodium from a girl five people down, and his eyes widened. 

“Don’t put that in the water!” Logan yelled. Were they stupid? And in the basement? Honestly. 

Logan tried shoving through but he saw the guy startle, and the sodium slipped from his fingers. Logan panicked and did the only thing he could think of. 

He threw the red solo cup. 

Miraculously, between throwing the football with his older brother and throwing crumpled up papers into the trash, the cup collided with the sodium and threw it off course. It landed, harmless, between two couch cushions. 

The room exploded. 

“Yo!!! That was baller, dude!” someone slapped him on the back. Hands shook his shoulders as everyone was jumping to the faint beat of the music from upstairs. 

Remy found him. “Are you kidding me, bitch? That was the coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Full stop. Don’t even look at me.” 

Logan sighed. “What’s in the bowl?” he yelled over the din of voices. 

“Water, I think. Mountain dew. Lots of green food coloring,” Remy said. “Jenny’s the ringleader. I got her hooked up with Sasha, though, so she’s out of the picture. Nobody else knows where anything dangerous is, so we’re good.” 

“Then I’m leaving,” Logan said. That was enough excitement for him, and besides, he didn’t know anyone at this party except for Remy. And Virgil, but Virgil was undoubtedly upstairs, hoodie over his ears. 

“See ya, girl! Catch you on the flipside!” Remy called. His sunglasses reflected pink as he grinned. 

Logan waved, exasperated. He threw the cup out at the base of the stairs and was about to take a step up when a hand pulled him to the side. Logan frowned and looked up into amber eyes, smooth skin, and swept up curly dark hair. 

He swallowed. 

The guy smiled, but it looked a bit lopsided, crooked, awkward. “That was sick, man.” Ah, that explained it. His words were rounded, sloppy. He was drunk. 

Logan smiled placatingly. “Thanks. I’m going to head out now, but--”

“No, wait, wait,” the guy touched his shoulder. “You -- who invited you?” 

Logan snorted. “Remy. But I only came to help Virgil.” 

“Virgil,” he repeated. Then his eyes lit up. “You know Virgil!” 

“I do,” Logan said. His gaze flicked to the stairs. 

“Virgil’s my man,” he said. “I told him to come down.” 

“I’m sure he loved that.” 

“No, because -- because -- dibs,” the guy said. Then he winced. “Shit.” 

Realization struck Logan right between the eyes. “You’re the one who yelled dibs.” 

“Yeah,” he said. One of his hands rubbed at the back of his neck and Logan couldn’t help from staring at his arms. 

He shook himself. Get yourself together. C’mon, Logan. 

“Can I have your number?” 

“No,” Logan said, mouth running before he could consider it. In his defense, really, this whole situation was -- super awkward. 

“That’s fair,” he said. “I’m Roman, by the way.” 

“Roman,” Logan repeated. “I’m Logan.” 

“Nice to meet you, Logan,” Roman smiled, and this time -- wow. His entire face lit up, eyes crinkling and warm. “Can I try for your number upstairs, or do you need to leave?” 

Logan considered it, he really did. He could leave, sleep, salvage his sleep schedule (somewhat -- it was nearing one am). Or he could stay and talk to this gradually sobering gorgeous man named Roman. 

Being a single college student, he made the wiser choice. “You can try. We’ll see if you succeed.” 

Roman’s delight was palpable and Logan -- internally -- swooned. He wanted Roman to look at him like that all the time. 

They ended up outside, in the back. Less music, less people, less noise. Just… talking. About everything and nothing. Roman’s phone lay face up on the table. It buzzed, and Logan caught the name of the sender -- Virgil -- before Roman silenced his phone and flipped it upside down. 

Logan’s lips quirked at the small gesture. 

At this rate, Roman would have his number in no time. 

Of course, he could always hold his number back, just because. What would Roman do then? Was he that interested in Logan? 

Logan leaned on his fist, smiling at Roman making wild gestures along to a story. 

He really hoped Roman was as into him as he was into Roman. 

---

v: roman do i see u outside with logan

v: u little shit 

v: if u hurt him i kill u 

v: DID YOU CALL DIBS ON HIM YOU DISASTER

v: fuckn nerd

[fics-not-tragedies]

Intervistare

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It’s time for some Italian loving tonight, with a special dedication to @ivatsworld​ who’s obsessed with Santino just as I am 😈

SUMMARY: You’re a journalist who had the chance of having an exclusive interview with the heir of Camorra - the one and only Santino D’Antonio. Words:  3783; Warnings: smut ahead;

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You were tense to say the least. Not because of who he was, you’d come to terms with him being the biggest name you were interviewing yet, but because he looked quite uncomfortable, like he didn’t really want to be there. But there was no backing out now, from neither side really, and you’d been so excited so you tried to stay professional, not just get it over with but make it as good as you could, no matter how disinterested, reserved, distant he looked.

“Are you comfortable?” You inquired, looking at him doubtfully, “Is the coffee alright?”

He nodded slowly, holding the coffee cup in his hand, bringing it up to his lips to take a small sip. “Si, bella, thank you…” he said quietly, his thick accent making every word sound incredibly sexy.

Not just his mood was intimidating, the way he looked was too, the neatly tailored suit, his black coat threw nonchalantly on the armrest of the couch, the way his eyes kept piercing through you, the stare overly intimidating, and he just looked too well.

“Because I can get you something else…” you assured him, wanting him to be pleased with the drink you’d made him, you were desperate to make everything perfect.

It felt like you were the only two people in the whole building now, except for the security standing outside the door and lurking from every corner; he hadn’t been able to make any other time, it was past your hours, had gone dark a while ago, but you’d been willing to do this either way, if he was going to make the time to talk to you and grant you first and fully exclusive interview, you were going to make an effort and give it your all.

“It’s really good actually” he said, clearing his throat. “I like it, bella.”

You smiled, nodding and glancing down at your notes. “Okay, so… are you okay with me filming our conversation?” you asked, a faint smile hiding in the corner of his mouth, “I promise it’s only for my eyes, so I can refer back to it and go back and forth through it when I write the article.”

Santino nodded, “Yes, bella. I already agreed to that when you called.”

You nodded quickly, “Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to make sure again” you stammered.

He gave you a small smile, shifting slightly on the couch, “It’s fine, veramente. I bet you’re not the only one that would like to have videos of me” he chuckled.

You swallowed hard, your cheeks started to burn and you tried your best to calm down, and get your shit together.

“Okay…” you said, smiling, also clearing your throat. “Let’s… uh… let’s start then” you said, leaning over to press play on your laptop that you’d set up in front of the sofa you were both sat on, “Easy question to start with… how are you doing?” you asked, feeling like it was suitable to start on as he seemed to start flirting with you, “Like, not just your mood right now” you added with a laugh to seem a bit more deep, professional, “How are you generally… I can imagine that being a mobster isn’t an easy job… and I must say that I appreciate how you just simply agreed to talk with me, perhaps you want to show a warmer side of the mafia?”

He chuckled, the sound relieving you a little, hoping he was loosening up, “You’re right about that, bella. It’s not as easy as it might seem.”

You nodded, smiling, “So, right now it’s just… relaxing, recharging, taking a break from the usual… businesses?” you asked.

He sighed, stretching his arms out a little.

“Malavita is a form of an art really. With all of the power and money I have I could use it for anything I wanted.”

You smiled, nodding again, “Yeah” you said, “but isn’t it all like a burden for you somehow? Living in a constant state of danger? I’m sorry, I’m slipping into the heavy questions that early…” you laughed.

Santino shrugged, waving it off, “No, no, it’s fine, bella. I can understand that you have various questions… about various things… but I like to live in a constant state of danger” he leaned closer to you, “just like now… since you weren’t searched al momento dell'arrivo, how can I be sure you’re not having a gun or a knife�� hidden somewhere.”

You nodded understandingly, smiling, “Right…”

“So… all the blood we, D’Antonios, have spilled is for our best. Our enemies have to die, so we can live.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I see that. And what’s made you stick with it, the fact that somehow it’s a family business?”

He nodded few times, before grabbing the coffee cup, “Yeah, I suppose…” he smiled, shifting and leaning back against the cushions of the sofa, turning his body slightly, so he was facing you more, pulling one of his legs up onto the other and taking another sip of his coffee. “It’s the only way of living I know.”

“But… haven’t you really tried, to escape this way of living?”

He shrugged, “I haven’t really thought about that… it’s more like I was already born into all that… born with murder coursing through my veins. I won’t describe myself as a bad person even though I kill people.”

“So, in your opinion, what makes a person bad?” you looked up at him from your notes and when your eyes met he couldn’t help but smile.

“I live by the codex, bella. A codex I have to work out myself… in my world there are three crucial rules: you don’t hurt women, you don’t hurt children and even a single word is worth more than anything. That’s how you make people trust you. You won’t hurt someone’s wife and kids even if it’s per vendetta. A loving woman is worth more than any amount of money, gold or anything equally pricey.”

You watched as he gently placed the empty cup onto the coffee table, “Would you like another drink? Perhaps some tea?” you offered.

He thought for a moment, “Veramente, bella, have you got… anything stronger?” Santino smirked.

You laughed, placing your notepad down and shuffling off the sofa, heading to the kitchen, “Really?” you grinned.

“I mean, not just for me, have a drink too…” he said and you could feel his eyes on you from behind you.

“I’m working…” you said, “And so are you, Mister Santino.”

“Please, just Santino!” he undid all of the buttons of his jacket, “Well, if no one sees that video, no one will know…”

You returned with two small glasses and a bottle of whisky, “Lucky me. Getting an exclusive interview and he’s even requesting a drink that’ll loosen his tongue” you joked.

“Well, you don’t seem as a person who would twist my words, then run them for printing. Also we both agreed that you’ll show me the final product of our discorso.”

You nodded quickly, pouring both of you a generous drink, handing him his before sitting back down with yours, picking up your notes again, “Absolutely” you said. “I don’t want you to think about every single word you say clearly because then it’s just going to be stiff and not very real, right? You’d be much more comfortable and more likely to just speak your mind and we can have a proper conversation.”

Santino smiled, nodding. “You know what you want, bella. Also you’re not trying to force me to say something that I’d regret later… you’re a true professional. You’re not one of those that’d like to force out a scandal.”

You nodded understandingly. “Yeah, but… that’s understandable” you smiled.

“But I feel … much more comfortable now, and it’s somehow like we’re just having a chat like… un primo incontro style…”

Your eyes widened and you blushed, trying to quickly think of something else to ask him, skimming your notes.

“To good journalism… and beautiful journalists” he said, quickly taking over your job of moving on and holding his glass up.

You laughed nervously, letting your glasses ring together, smiling at his words and taking a big sip of the whisky, the sharp aftertaste burning down your throat.

He smiled. “This is good…” he mumbled, “At least I know you have a good taste in liquor. So… now you can ask about the juicier things…” he joked.

“I don’t know about juicy…” you laughed again, “but I definitely have some few tricky ones, that I didn’t know if we’d get to, or if you were comfortable with…”

“Don’t be scared, either of asking or of me” his fingertips ghosted over the skin of your hand, a smile on his face.

You nodded, another blush creeping on your face.

“You said that ‘a loving woman is worth more than any amount of money’, is there someone in your life that you truly love?” his eyes seemed dull for a moment, it felt like he was deep in his thoughts, but he blinked them away.

“I’ve never really met someone I could adore… until now, I think” he probably sensed that his words made you uneasy, “Well, it’s definitely been one of the greatest conversations I’ve ever had in my life” Santino added quickly, laughing a little.

You smiled, flattered by the lovely compliment, “Wow, that’s… that makes me really proud” you said.

“You should be, bella” he said, sitting up straight and finishing his glass. “I’m actually… dying for a cigarette” he said, fumbling in the pocket of his jacket, “You smoke?”

You thought for a moment, then nodded slowly, “Yeah, I could have one too” you said with a smile, leaning over to finish and save your recording, before grabbing one of the ashtrays from the kitchen and placing it on the coffee table next to the sofa.

“It was a great conversation” Santino said as he handed you a cigarette and trapped one between his lips, lightning them both with a silver lighter.

“Thank you” you smiled. “I thought so too, I was a little nervous but that turned out to be unnecessary.”

He smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette, “Doesn’t it always?” a little chuckle left his lips.

“True” you laughed, nodding, also taking a drag and blowing it away from him. It felt like he moved closer, slowly reducing the distance between you two.

“So, any plans for now?” he asked, slowly moving even closer to you.

You shrugged. “Well, I didn’t know how long this was going to take so I didn’t make any plans…” you confessed, “I might order some food, start writing the article. Bit of lonely work. How about you?”

“I mean, quite the same” he laughed, “Mob life is a quite a lonely one, surprising.”

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, biting your lip, “O-Or… perhaps … you could… just stay for a little longer” you suggested, “If you wanted, to just… have another drink?”

“I don’t want to keep you away from work, bella…”

You smiled, “Well, I asked, so…” you mumbled nervously, unable to take your eyes off his with how close he was and you wondered if he really was getting closer or if you were just imagining that.

“Magnifico…” he hummed, “Because I feel like the real conversation hasn’t really started yet.”

You swallowed hard, your eyes glued to his face, hypnotized by the way his lips moved as he spoke, his face was even prettier in person and you just couldn’t take your eyes of it, thought about what it would feel like if he just came a little closer, if he just closed the space between the two of you completely and then your heart fluttered when he did.

Your eyes stayed wide open for a moment, unable to believe that this was happening, how was this happening?

And then he already pulled back, eyes fluttering open, looking back at you, “Mi spiace, bella” he mumbled, the Italian accent driving you more and more insane with every word he spoke, “Was that okay… okay with you…? I… oh, bella…”

You nodded eagerly, reaching to cup the back of his neck, not giving him a moment of doubt and leaning up to press your lips to his, your eyes fluttering shut. Santino quickly stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and you felt how he hesitated for a moment, just like you had before kissing you back, one of his arms looping around you to pull you closer, his other hand cupping the side of your face. He tasted exactly the way he looked, sweet, like smoke, the whisky and something else that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, something mysterious…

You drew back, inhaling sharply and he giggled shakily, “I thought I just sbagliare…” he said quietly.

“No, no, I was just … caught off guard, I…” you took one last drag from your cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray just like he did with his.

“No, no, bella…” he said, his thumb grazing your lips, “don’t apologize” his other hand gently touching your neck, “I just… my first thought when I walked here was that you’re una bellissima donna… when we started talking… you’re voice was the most sublime music I’ve ever heard… I felt like we were on the same wavelength, I think that’s how you say it in English…” he smiled again.

“No, no, I agree!” you assured him quickly, pressing your hand to his chest, “I … just wasn’t sure if you… felt the same…”

 “I do, bella. There’s something magic about you…” he smirked.

You poured both of you another glass of whisky, a little more this time and you kicked off your shoes, getting more comfortable on the sofa, Santino doing the same, pulling up his legs and leaning his side against the back of the sofa to face you properly.

He smiled back at you, sighing, “I know you can see me as someone who’s ruthless… someone rotten to the core, but I rarely pull the trigger, I just make orders.”

“That’s understandable. You have a whole army of people to do that for you” there was a faint smile on your lips.

“Bella?”

“Y-Yes, Santino?”His voice sounded serious and you looked back at him curiously, swallowing.

“Can I kiss those lips again?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you found yourself nodding, placing your glass down on the table but holding his gaze.

He smiled softly, biting his bottom lip before shrugged off his jacket and leaned in again, his hand moving to the back of your head to draw you close, pressing his lips to yours again, less hesitant this time, more confident, like he wasn’t all that before and it felt more like he meant it, like he now knew what he truly wanted.

You sighed softly against his lips, returning the kiss, moving your hand to the side of his face, brushing your thumb along his jaw, a slight gasp falling from your lips when you felt his tongue slip past them to dance with yours, deepening the kiss.

You felt a fire coiling in your stomach, trying to compose yourself, to not get lost in the kiss but he tasted incredible, felt incredible, smelt incredible, he was intoxicating and you wanted more, tried to hold yourself back but you couldn’t, cupping his face with both hands to keep him close, kissing him back more eagerly, the alcohol loosening your inhibitions, making you more confident than you normally would’ve been in any sort of position like this. Not that you’d ever been in one, not that you’d ever had the chance to be with someone like he was.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and you shifted to climb into his lap, sighing with relief when you sank into his arms and it was much more comfortable to kiss him this way, pressing yourself close to him as you moved your tongue with his and his lips became more demanding, eager, almost desperate for more.

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, didn’t recognize yourself, or the confidence you had, your hips grinding forward into his, your face flushed, heart racing as he tightened his arm around you, groaning softly into your mouth. One of his hands moved slowly up your side before cupping your breast over your shirt, groping, kneading before tugging up your shirt, both his hands wandering underneath and you moaned against his lips as he massaged your breasts through your bra.

As you moved to grind your hips forward again, aching for some friction, something to tend to the ache between your legs that was growing more and more prominent the more he touched you, the more he moaned, mumbled your name, sucked on your tongue, “S-Santino…” you were unable to stop the little moan from leaving your mouth.

“Are we making love tonight, bella?” he drawled when he felt your hips grinding down again, hands moving slowly down your hips. He was hard, straining in his perfectly tailored trousers.

You whimpered at his words, couldn’t help but nod, “Y-Yes…” you whispered.

“Mmm, perfetto…” he mumbled, making you giggle against his lips and he pushed up your skirt, hands roaming your thighs and spreading them further apart in his lap, allowing you to press up closer to him, whining when you felt the rough fabric of his trousers brush up against your wet folds, just grazing your clit slightly.

“O-Oh, fuck…” you whispered.

He was quick to unbuckle his belt and you lifted your hips to give him enough space to tug down his jeans far enough to reach into his underwear, giving his hard cock a few pumps and you watched him, mesmerized, licking your lips.

Then you just switched his hand with yours, giving him a few more pumps, stroking him slowly, enjoying the look on his face as he slowly relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut, lips parted slightly, little moans you couldn’t figure out falling from his mouth.

You couldn’t believe this was about to happen, doubted it was for a moment but here you were, on top of him, aching for him to be inside you and soon you couldn’t wait any longer, sitting up on your knees to position yourself above him, whimpering when his tip brushed up against your clit and you pulled your thong to the side, whining when your wet heat enveloped him, you were so wet that he slipped inside easily, before you could properly adjust, falling against him, your chest pressed up against him.

He groaned, throwing his head back as he sank inside you slowly and you squirmed when his cock was buried all the way inside you, throbbing, stretching out your walls, “Excuse my words, bella, but la tua figa è perfetta…” he muttered, his hips bucking up.

You whimpered, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tried to lift your hips, only to sink back down on him again, moaning softly at the friction, his cock rubbing up so tightly against your walls.

“Take this off…” he groaned, pushing your shirt up properly and you tried to sit up straight so he could pull it over your head, grabbing at your tits again as you started rolling your hips, adjusting slowly to his size and starting to pick up the pace, bouncing in his lap, whining softly each time his cock reached deep inside you, brushing up into just the right spot and you reached between your legs to rub your clit.

He moved his hips with yours, bucking them up and groaning, massaging your breasts and dragging your bra down so they spilled over, making you whine when he rolled your nipples between his fingers, teasing, attaching his lips to your neck and sucking needily on your skin.

You picked up the pace, hips rising and falling faster, it was a quick grind, a fast build up and you could tell he was getting just as close just as quickly, your walls clenching around his throbbing cock.

“C-cazzo, bella! You’re fucking gorgeous…” he panted, his hands dropping to your hips to guide your movements, bouncing you faster in his lap as he started pushing up inside you, his snapping up again and again and again, making you cry out, whimpering his name each time he drove his cock deep inside you.

“Santi!” You moaned loudly, glad you were all alone now. “Oh, fuck Santino! I’m… I’m so close… I’m gonna…”

“Me too, bella, come on, let go, let your pretty little cunt come all over my cock…”

His filthy words were doing it all, encouraging you as your hips slapped together and you fell against him, your hard nipples brushing up against his chest as you gripped his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin through the fabric, whining, squirming as your walls gripped his cock, fluttering around him, the pleasure rocking through your body.

Triggered by your orgasm, he followed suit, burying himself deep inside you, holding you close and whimpering as he bit down on your neck.

“Santi!” you whined, moving your fingers to the back of his head, nails scraping against his skin gently, riding out both your orgasms, sighing as his cock brushed against your sensitive walls, a quiet whimper escaping your lips when he slipped out of you.

“Cazzo… oh, bella…” he groaned, tucking himself back into his underwear, fixing his clothes.

You shifted off his lap, your legs shaking as you stood up to fix your own clothes, picking up your shirt and pulling it back on, turning around when you felt his hand close around your wrist and he pulled you down on the sofa beside him again, your head falling down on his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you.

“Come here…” he mumbled softly, pressing an absent kiss to your hair, his hand brushing up and down your arm.

You were surprised by the tender nature of his touches, had thought he’d really just want to grind it out quickly now but he still seemed interested in spending more time with you and you were pleasantly surprised, cuddling closer to his side to cherish the moment.

“If you want me to go just say a word, bella…” he mumbled quietly against your hair.

“I don’t…” you sighed, speaking into his chest and wrapping your arm around him.

[drowninginblox]

Thrown into It

Part: 1,2,3,4,5, 6, 7, 8

Part 9: Titles at Momo’s

How the fuck did I get here? We were just going over math damn it. Why did we have to train my powers? It’s not like I’m gonna be a pro hero! I’m not main character material after all. Have you seen what I'm packing? All bone and fat. No muscle to this bitch. “Y/n! Cmon! Keep your head out of the clouds!” Ochako called from the front. I can only nod my head and try not to faint. Right now me and the main character gang are walking to Momo’s house. Apparently this is an impromptu sleepover. Momo told us that she’ll cover everything we needed so now we’re just walking. Don't worry the cast dragged me to the local train station before hand and Inko was cool with this somehow. What even is this? “Y/n? Are you alright?” I hear before Tenya- fuck I mean Iida nudge me. It’s so weird acting like a stranger to people you already know. “Oh, um.. Y-yeah just a little.. I don't know how to explain it? Anxious?” I try to look at him but his straight laced demeanor and overall physic is intimidating in itself. “There is nothing to worry about though! Surely Midoryia has told you that we are trustworthy!” He declares while chopping his hand around. I try to hold in my laugh but fail miserably. “Did I do something funny?!” He shouts defensively while chopping more. Fuck its just as funny in person-. I feel eyes fall on me as I just keep laughing. “I-oh holly crap- fuckin give me a minute holy shit-” I takes deep breaths while the group mumbles something about me being weird. “S-sorry- Just.. The fucking hand chops kill me- you remind me of C3PO..” I whip a tear from my eye but when I focus back on the group they all look clueless as to what I was saying. “Um.. Y’know? Star Wars?” I prompt but all look just as clueless. Does this universe not have star wars? “What's that?” Tsuyu asks with a small kero. I couldn't only stare. “Just the greatest movie franchise to grace the planet! Yknow- fuckin-” I cover my mouth and inhale deeply. “Luke, I am your father!” They all glance at each other. “Y/n is it something from your home?” I feel my eye twitch but give up. “Yeah it is, and it's amazing.” I sigh. “What might it be about?” Tokoyami asks. His eyes widened at my overwhelming joy. Midoryia chuckles and smiles along with me. “Now you did it-” Before tonight Izuku made the mistake of asking me who my favorite hero was.

The rest of the journey was me basically explaining all of star wars to them without giving the major spoilers. At some points they had to smack me since in my excitement I was babbling nonsense. Ochako, Tsuyu, and Momo seemed to be the most invested in it from what I could tell. “Does the princess ever go home?” Ochoko questions. Momo interrupts me with a pointer finger. “There it is!”  She announces at the sight of the gates. She runs up ahead of us and speaks into the microphone. Not even two minutes later and the gate opens up to us, two white golf carts not too far behind. “Dude how rich are you..?” I mumble into the open air. She only laughs. I turned to Ochoko, then to Izuku, both of whom shook to the core over how long the driveway was. “My goodness! You have golf carts too Yaoyorozo?” Tenya acquires when two while golf carts pull up to the gate. The fuck even is this bull shitery? “Only for when I’m lazy.” She defends before hopping on the back of one of the carts. We all follow suit and within a few minutes we are in front of a behemoth of a mansion. “Welcome home everyone!” She cheers. The carts come to stop at her front door and holy fuck I am too intimidated to move. 

Everyone gets out of the carts while me and Ochoko take in the sight that is Momo’s home. It was larger than my house, that's for sure. It was also weastern, made of what looked like marble with stone accents near the front door and side of the house. The windows were large and peaking from the roof were two brick chimneys. “Are you two going to stay there all night?” Tenya called with what looked like a cocky smile. “Oh shush Mr. My brother is a pro hero!” I called playfully. His cheeks flashes a bright red and turns to Midorya while I slowly get up, help a dazed Ochoko in the process, and make my way to the front door. Izuku was mumbling about every small detail while Tsu and Tokoyami were notably quiet through this whole ordeal. Momo turned to us and smiled. “My mother and Father are out of town, visiting friends and the likes, so we have the whole house to ourselves!” She rings the doorbell and not even a second later, it opens to a maid. I could feel my face heat up at the sight of any of the main characters in that outfit like that, even though it wasn't that revealing. “Y/n are you okay?” Tokoyami asks about my flushed face but I just cough it off. “Oh my! Are you catching something?” Momo asks before turning to the maid. “Please get them some hot chocolate and hot tea! Also prepare my room with extra blankets, clothes, and pillows.” The young woman bows before walking away from us. “You didn't have to-! I'm not sick!” I tried but I was silenced by Momo rushing to me and covering my forehead with her hand. I jumped at how close we were. “You're burning up! C'mon! You can have a guest room.” She makes some medical masks for the group but Tsu backs me up. “Momo I think you’re overreacting.. Kero.” But she doesn't stop to hear reason, only dragging me through her maze of a house and shoving me into a room. “There should be a maid coming. Once she’s here she’ll give you something to wear.” And before I could say anything she closed the door. What the fuck. Why the fuck. I thought this was the training arch not the filler episode. I swear to god if one of the boys walks in on me changing I will murder. 

Thank god that wasn't the case. A maid got me some silk jammies and directed me to another room. It wasn't until I walked in did I realize it was Momo’s room. And holy crap was she a hero fan damn- I’m talking hero’s of all shapes and sizes. Ethnicities and races. Genders of all kinds. Some of the posters were black and white while others were neon and vibrant. All were framed and signed on the wall parallel to the door. “Holy-” I started but Momo caught me. “Y/n! It's good to see you out first!” She says just loud enough from her king size canopy bed. Her bedroom- in length- was the size of me and Midoryia’s rooms connected and then some. On the wall to my right were instruments, a desk, and cubicles for storage while the rest of the room was empty. Well scratch that, there was a rug. But it was small and a bright white, a needed contrast with the equally white was and dark floors. “Yeah.. um.. How do you know my size..?” I ask while motioning to my pjs. She laughs lightly. “Cmon! Come sit on my bed!” OKAY just leave me in the dark on that creepy fact then. Wordlessly I wander to the bed and take a sit right beside her. “So Y/n, tell me about yourself.” I glance up at her and play with my hair. “I'm not that interesting, trust me.” She waves a hand dismissively. “Oh please! There must be more to you than your quirk! I know I’m more than mine!” She assures. I kick my legs and think for a moment. “I'm a big nerd. I love fantastical worlds, and possibilities that probably won't happen. For better or worse.” I say with a nervous chuckle. “Really?” She asks. I nod and humor her. “YEah- I uh.. I write, draw, sing, creative stuff mostly. But I don’t think I’m that creative honestly.” She loosens her posture. “Well then, prove it!” I jumped at her request. “O-Oh um- I don't think-” 

“Madam, the other guests are ready!” A maid calls after a knock. Momo sighs “Let them in then!” With that the maid from before lets in the rest of the group, all in t-shirts and pajama pants/ shorts. Aside from Iida. He has a classic set of pajamas and a nightcap to go with the ensemble. “Thank you so much for the pj’s Momo!” Ochoko says with a smile, rushing up to us and hugging her in gratitude. “Oh it’s no problem at all.” “What were you guys talking about kero?” Tsuyu prompts. “Oh-” Momo starts but i cut her off. “Oh nothing interesting!” She glances at me and lightly slaps my arm. “Nonsense. Y/n was just telling me about their hobbies. Apparently they write and do art!” Tokoyami perks at this. “What do you write L/n?” I scratch the back of my neck “Ahahahaha- wouldn’t you like to know..” Tenya’s eyes narrow. “Certainly nothing unsavory? Right Y/n?” Fuck his glasses are reflecting light- f u c k. “Oh nooooo! Nothing like that. Mostly self indulgent romantic crap, some angst-“ Izuku gasped. “Y/n! You write angst!?” Of course Midorya’s the only one who knows that I’m talking about. “Strange. Why is your face a rose then?” Tokoyami teases. His tone says otherwise but that knowing glance is dangerous. “Ahahahaha- Tokoyami you jokester-” I get up close to him and say through my teeth. “You cant out me like this man-! Not here!” Over my shoulder I hear Ochoko laugh. “You remind me Jiro-chan, Y/n. She always gets flustered like this when she’s embarrassed.” I back up from Tokoyami and turn to the group. “Wait what?”

“Oh! You don't know Jiro, but she's so smart and talented.” Ochoko says. “Oh yeah, I know her.” I say casually but when I see Momo’s eyes widen I try to recover. “Me and my dad saw her on the TV. Y'know during UA’s annual sports festival. She had dangles on her ear lobes right?” I scratch the back of my neck for a moment to sell it. Thankfully Momo took the bait because she slowly nodded. “That’s her. She is very smart. Don’t underestimate her when you meet her.” Tyu nods. “What was her score on the midterms?”  Midorya hums for a moment. “I don't remember if she told us, but she was up there in ranking..” Before Izuku could go on a mumbling tangent, Iida inquired on the subject. “Seventh in class ranking I think.” The group hums in agreement before turning back to me. “What were you on about before Y/n?” I think a moment before remembering. “Oooh!” I snapped my fingers. I exhale a little at my idiocy. “I just forgot that you guys use titles normally. I was just a little confused.” Tenya’s glasses brightened in the light. Crap. “Shouldn’t you have researched on Japanese culture before you came to Japan Y/n?” He gets up close to me as he says that. “Uhh well.. yasee- I was kind of in a rush to get here and I don't have a phone anymore.. My dad thought it would be a great idea to take away my phone before I go to a whole ‘nother country soooo..” Great job Y/n. Nothing like feeding into the idiot father trope. Dad would be so proud of your creative genius. “And I've been so busy with school and my room..”

“Wow.” the group mumbles. “YEeeeah.. Not the brightest bulb.” I mumble dryly. “Well, surely we can teach you a few things.” Midorya counters. “No one is hopeless unless they don't bother to try! And you want to try don't you?” He says with that signature baby boy smile. I laugh a little at that bright fire in his eyes. That want to help is gonna make him a great hero one day. “Of course! If you guys can teach me that is.” I looked over at the group. Collectively they nod. Que the anime montage.

I was woken up by Midoya at twelve. Am not pm mind you. Momo was kicking us out. “I’m sorry! My parents just called and said they were on their way back home as we speak!” She defended sadly as me and Midorya were finishing up getting our shoes back on. Apparently because of my sleeping habits, Midorya had to watch all of his other friends leave until it was just him and Momo alone in her house together. “Dude, it's okay. Calm down.” I said with a slightly worried smile. Midorya was patiently waiting for me outside with a new duffle bag of his clothes for the night before and some new ones that Momo gave him this morning. “It was an honor staying here for the night Yaoyorozo-sama.” I say with a bow once both my shoes are on. She gasps, a light blush covering her cheeks from the title. But she smiles nonetheless. “It is an honor to meet you too, Y/n-san. And please, call me Momo.” She says with a smile, bowing after. We both rise and I smile back to her before walking out the door. “Y/n-chan, what took you so long?” Midorya asked. “Nothin. Just telling Momo thank you. And chan? Really?” He laughs. “What? Don't like being babied?”

“Oh screw you.”

[dylinski]

Mess I Made

Anon: Hey, can i do a request about Stiles and Isaac? Love triangle Isaac/Stiles/Reader or Reader dating one and cheating with the other. 

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. Language, Angst, Alcohol, Oral (female receiving), ROUGH SEX, Light bondage, Cheating.

Relationships: Isaac Lahey/Reader, Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 3394

Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog

A/N: Sorry it’s so long, I just aint messing around with that shit. This is the first REALLY smutty fic I’ve written, so I hope it’s okay. Hope this is what you wanted anon. Thanks for the idea. I was also inspired by this song if you wanna give it a listen while you read. Please don’t hate me for the ending.

Laying on the edge of the bed, your back faced his back. You don’t know when things changed, but they did, and without warning. Most nights you slept back to back, ignoring one other while you slept. Well, while Isaac slept. You would spend most of the night awake, wondering where things went wrong. Was it something you said? Something you did? Were you both just drifting apart? He wasn’t the same after Allison died, she was his best friend, but it had happened almost 2 years ago. It’s not like he was bottling those emotions up either. Whenever he was hurting, he was open and always talked to you about his problems. You were the picture perfect example of communication. Were .

You could hear his breathing and pictured the rise and fall of every breath. You missed feeling his chest against your back at night, knowing you were safe in his arms. Deciding to escape the torture from the reminders of how things used to be, you got up from bed to get a snack. When you got to the kitchen, the clock on the microwave told you it was 3AM, but you weren’t surprised. You hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. Thankfully things had been quiet around Beacon Hills the last couple months. Everyone needed a break after being almost brutally murdered by the town.

You popped some popcorn and sat down on the couch in the moonlit room. You hadn’t checked your phone since you laid down so you decided to look and scroll mindlessly through the internet. When your screen lit up, you were surprised to see a text message from Stiles. He was the last person you thought you’d hear from. He didn’t stay long after the whole murderous town mess and went back to Quantico. Although you guys were pretty close before he left, as time went on his texts and calls became less frequent. Despite being surprised, you still smiled as you looked back to the memories you shared in high school and the many times at basically saving the world. You opened the message.

Stiles: hey! i’m back bitches! i’m visiting my dad. it’s been a while, so i thought u might want to grab a beer or something

Y/N: hey there stranger. i’d love to go out. i think i’m free friday if you’re still around. how long are you staying?

You sat your phone down and clicked the button on the remote to turn on the tv. Reruns of your favorite sitcom were on, so you let that play while you enjoyed the popcorn. Your phone buzzed in your lap and it slightly startled you. Who would be up this late? Your question was immediately answered when you saw who the text was from, and it was no surprise. Stiles.

Stiles: are u free right now?

Stiles: i haven’t heard from anyone else and i can’t sleep

Stiles: on that FBI schedule lol

Y/N: you mean Stiles schedule.

Stiles: don’t call me out like that lol

Stiles: so u wanna meet up?

Y/N: meet up where? it’s 3AM.

Stiles: oh shit, u right

Stiles: uuuuuuuuummmmmm

Stiles: u could come here?

Stiles: my dad’s working the night shift

You stared at the message and watched as the cursor blinked at you, waiting for your response. You looked over to the door that led to your bedroom and didn’t want to leave Isaac here alone. Knowing Stiles, there would be alcohol involved and you’d probably end up crashing there, like old times. After sitting and considering your two options, buzzing broke your train of thought.

Stiles: did you pass out?

Stiles: if ur too tired it’s all good

Stiles: we can hang out friday at a decent hour

Stiles liked to send multiple texts at a time and your phone kept buzzing, in a rush to get him to stop bombarding your phone, you impulsively replied.

Y/N: STILES STOP

Y/N: i’m awake, i’ll be over in 30 minutes

You decided to leave a note so that Isaac wouldn’t freak out when he woke up and found you missing. You doubted he even would, with how things were lately. You put the dirty bowl in the sink, grabbed some clothes from the laundry, and jotted down the note for him. You grabbed the keys to your car and headed to Stiles’.

When you pulled up to the house you were startled that Roscoe wasn’t there, but then you remembered that Scott had him. Stiles had said something about Roscoe not making the drive to Quantico. You pulled into the driveway, next to a Ford Taurus, typical FBI car. Stiles must have heard you drive up because as you got out of the car, you could see someone’s eyes and nose sticking through the blinds in the front window. Those are some FBI surveillance skills right there, Stiles. You walked up to the door and before you could knock, the door opened.

“HAAAAAY!” Stiles greeted you with a big hug, holding a beer in his hand. You gave him a look that made him roll his eyes. “I may have started without you.” You scoffed at his explanation for his behavior and walked past the buzzed boy.

“I guess I'll just have to catch up.” You walked over to the counter and popped the top of a beer. You cheered your bottles from across the room.

“Hell yeah!” You shook your head at him as you laughed and headed over to the couch where the TV was on. Folding your legs under you, you sat next to Stiles and were reminded of the many nights you’d sat in this very spot, watching movies with your old friend. You smiled at him and he noticed from the corner of his eye and smiled back.

“So tell me about Quantico.”

“Well, if I did, I’d have to kill you.” Stiles spoke with a straight face that lasted all of 5 seconds. You grabbed the pillow behind you and smacked him with it, erupting an echo of giggles from both of you.

“Really Stiles, tell me what’s been going on. I haven’t heard from you in months. I didn’t know if you were alive.” The last statement was a joke, but not empty of disappointment.

“Honestly nothing that exciting. I got benched after the whole Derek operation and well, getting shot. You know, with him getting away and everything.They don’t typically appreciate that. Mostly been riding a desk since then. It’s the worst, but they have me doing a lot of intel stuff. And you know how much I love to research the shit out of shit.”

“Oh shit! That’s right, your toe.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Stiles with 9 toes.

“You wanna see?” He started to pull up his leg when you screamed.

“EW. GOD NO. PUT THAT AWAY STILINSKI.”

“Didn’t take you for a weak stomach.” He laughed at you.

“It’s not that, I just hate feet.” You smirked at him as he smiled at your discomfort. You both found yourselves unable to keep up the conversation so you enjoyed each other’s company while watching tv.

Somewhere along the way, and four beers later, you found yourself curled up against Stiles with his arm around you and his fingers mindlessly twirling the ends of your hair. You started drifting off but caught yourself and looked up to see if Stiles was still awake too. He was already looking down at you, a smile on his face. You smiled back, but were curious as to how long he had actually been watching you. It flattered you, so you snuggled deeper into him and he squeezed you, bringing you in close. As you looked back to the tv, he broke the silence.

“I had almost forgotten how beautiful you are.” Your gaze immediately flew back to Stiles and it was full of confusion. He was still looking at you with his whiskey eyes, full of affection and warmth, and playing with your hair. You were loving all of this, but it didn’t feel okay that he told you that you were beautiful. Your mind immediately flickering to Isaac and what he would think of this. So you shot up, pulling away from him, as far to your end of the couch as you could get.

“What? Did I do something?”

“Actually, yes. You called me beautiful.”

“I don’t have the greatest knowledge of women, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to get mad when someone calls you that.”

“Stiles, you’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying.” He frowned at your words and furrowed his brow as he looked away, as if you punched him in the gut. Now feeling guilty, you scooted closer to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...I was just caught off guard.”

“It’s okay. I get it. I wasn’t trying to make you feel uncomfortable. I know you’re with Isaac.” He kept his eyes on the TV while he spoke, but he rested his hand on top of yours and pulled it to his face. The feeling of his lips on your hand sent shivers down your spine, a feeling you hadn’t felt in ages. You shifted your hand from his lips to his cheek, causing him to turn and face you. Staring into his sun-kissed eyes, it was like you were staring at the sun, sparking a fire inside that had long burnt out.

Without hesitation, you flew in and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaving you both surprised. You pulled away for a breath and Stiles took the break to speak. “What…what was that for?”

“I don’t know.” You huffed breathlessly.

“Can we do it again?” All you could muster was a nod as you went back in for the kill. This time the kiss had more passion as Stiles grabbed you waist with both hands, pulling you in. Unable to get close enough, you threw a leg over his lap, straddling the beautiful boy. Your pelvis instinctively began to move in slow circles in sync with your breaths that you stole between kisses. He moaned at your motions, so you took advantage by pushing your tongue past his lips. Your body’s moving to meet each other, your hands moved down his chest and clenched at his shirt. He looked up at you through his lashes, biting his lip and reached down to remove the cloth. Your hands rested on his bare chest as your lips found each other again, fingers leaving white trails that faded just as quickly as they appeared. You reached down and removed your shirt, thinking it only fair. Stiles smiled lustfully at the removal and bit your bottom lip, causing a moan to escape. You plant wet kisses down his jaw to his neck where you leave a purple mark that stirs something vicious in the man.

He slides his hands under your ass and stands up as you wrap your legs around his waist. Refusing to break your locked lips, he starts walking you down the hall. The breath is knocked out of your lungs when your back hits the wall. Stiles uses his knee to hold you up while he unhooked your bra, throwing it to the floor. You drop down to your feet as he unbuckled his belt, but your hands soon follow because his were taking too long. You pull out his belt and wrap it around his wrists. He growls at the development and you pop the button on his khakis, pulling them down to his ankles to step out of. You grab him by the belt where his hands meet and pull him into his bedroom.

You pull him around and then push him onto the bed. You remove your shorts and walk up to him as you crawl up his body, kissing his stomach where the hair disappears into his briefs, causing his body to shudder. You work your way up to his chest, kissing each nipple. Now at his shoulders, you bite, leaving tiny teeth marks, then licking the red skin to soothe it. Holding his arms over his head, you kiss his neck and work your way up to his nose where you leave a peck. You pull back and look into his now black eyes, full of lust and you can’t help but smile from ear to ear.

You lean down and kiss him again, then whisper in his ear, “have you ever thought about me like this?” All he can muster is a nod and a whine as he reaches for your lips with his own, but you pull back, denying him. “You’ve dreamed about me, haven’t you?”

“I have.” Stiles breathed his words, his breaths shallow and heavy as his desire became unbearable.

“Do you want me, Stiles?” You kiss him hard, breathing into his lips as he licked yours.

“I want you so bad, Y/N.”

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.” You undid the belt around his wrists and he shot up, grabbing your waist in a grip that you know will leave bruises.

“I want to taste you.” Stiles growled his words as he flipped you over and kissed down your neck, leaving purple marks, then biting your shoulders. He made his way to your tits and squeezed one while he took the other in his mouth. He sucked hard on the peak, leaving it red and sensitive. He teased the point with his tongue, licking and flicking. He then tugged on it lightly with his teeth, causing you to writhe beneath him. The movement against his hardened cock making him arch his back as he let out a moan. He licked down your stomach to the hem of your panties. He grabbed them with his teeth and pulled them down your legs.

He took the panties and held them to his face, inhaling the musk of your core. “I made you so wet, didn’t I?” You nodded, biting your lip. He purred at the thought and stood up, grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed, as you let out a yelp from the sudden jerk. He kicked your legs apart and kneeled down between them. Without warning he licked your folds, your body shuddering from the surprise. He found your bundle of nerves with his tongue and sucked and licked methodically, sending sensations up your core. He pushed his tongue inside of you, licking your walls and his nose hit your hardened nub as he moved his tongue. He moved his mouth back to your clit and pushed two digits into you slowly, causing you to gasp. Your noises made him smile and chuckle with excitement, vibrating through your body pushing you to your edge. Your hips began to push back to meet his finger thrusts, so he added a third digit and sharted pumping faster. Your back arched as a small scream developed in your throat.

“That’s right baby, cum for me.” He spoke the words without leaving your clit. They shook through your body, breaking the barrier that was holding it all back. Your body shook as you came into his mouth, eyes rolling back and body limp. He stood up, licking his fingers and lips, taking in as much of you as he could. He crawled back up to meet you, and kissed you harshly. “Oh, I’m not done yet.”

He flipped you over onto your hands and knees and smacked your ass, leaving a red handprint. He pulled off his briefs and grabbed your waist with one hand while pumping himself with the other. You shudder when he rubbed his cock against your folds as he hit your overstimulated clit. He found joy in that and smacked your ass again, leaving another mark. “Just fuck me already.” You shouted and with that he pushed himself into your core as far as he could go. You gasped and arched your back as he entered and moaned as he slowly pulled out. He pushed back in, more harsh this time and held it as he wiggled his hips.

He began thrusting at a rapid pace that hit you in all the right places. If he kept it up you wouldn’t last long. You pulled away from him and stood up, spinning him around and pushing him to the bed. You sat on top of him and grabbed his cock to line him up with your entrance. You slid down on him and started to ride his member up and down in figure 8’s. He threw his head back, moaning at the motions as his back arched. Pressing down on his chest, you threw your head back, adding to Stiles’ moans. Your nails tore down his chest, leaving trails of red, raised skin. “I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep that up babe.” He mumbled under his pants.

He turned you over onto your back and placed himself inside you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist as high as they could go so he could hit your g spot. “Oh god, yes. Right there.” You moaned as he vigorously pounded into you. The room filled with moans and skin against skin.

“Come for me baby.” Stiles was close and knew you were too. Your walls throbbed against his cock and he leaned in and bit your shoulder to keep himself from cumming before you did. Through his bite, he whispered your name and that was all you needed. Your body shook as your gates burst and your eyes rolled back. Not long after, you could feel Stiles’ release inside you, spraying your walls with his warm seed. He pumped a couple more times, more slowly, riding out both of your highs. He immediately left, but you were too tired and weak to bother asking. He returned shortly with a wet cloth. You winced when he wiped your folds as the cold touched your overwhelmed bundle of nerves. He wiped himself off and fell onto the bed next to you. He pulled you into his arms, but you were both too tired to cuddle. You fell asleep quickly and deeply.

———

You were woken by your ringtone, your head pounding from the hangover. Confused as to where you were, it suddenly dawned on you what had happened. Eyes wide, you saw Stiles sprawled out next to you, drool at the corner of his mouth. His arm was on top of you, so you attempted to move it without waking him. He twitched as you moved, but readjusted himself, still sleeping. You remembered drinking, but not that much to do something so stupid.

Your phone started ringing again and you ran to your shorts on the floor, silencing it before it could wake up Stiles. Reluctantly, you looked at the screen and saw you had 4 missed calls and 6 missed messages. You couldn’t find your underwear, so you pulled on your shorts. Following the trail of clothes, you found your bra and your shirt. You put both of them on, then sat down on the couch where the night started. You opened up your phone.

Isaac: hey, saw your note. when will you be back?

Isaac: it’s 11am, where are you?

Isaac: are you okay?

Isaac: Y/N, did something happen? please answer me.

Isaac: Y/N?

Isaac: that’s it, i’m on my way.

Just as you read the last text, there was a knock at the door. Your body went into shock and you were silent, but internally you were screaming. What the fuck do I do? There was a second knock and you realized that it could wake Stiles up, so you ran to the door. When you answered it, it took everything you had to keep your composer.

“Isaac? What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my calls.” He looked passed you and down the hall, his eyes widening. “Where’s Stiles?” He tried to look past you but you blocked his view by stepping out and slightly closing the door behind you. He immediately averted his eyes to you. He leaned in and sniffed you and you knew exactly what was going to happen next.

[apriorisea]

Hello! I love your writing. I'm always reading the things you write and I want to thank you for that :D It makes my day better ^u^ If it's ok, could you write something about Hobi dealing with his affectionate bff/crush, like his crush is really affectionate and asks him if they could play with his hair because it looked really fluffy, hugs him out of the blue just because they wanted and gives him surprise kisses on his cheeks xD

--You are so darling, thank you!! I absolutely loved this suggestion, and I’m sorry it’s taken so long, but here’s my take on the scenario. I hope you enjoy! 💜💕

You x Hoseok“Unmanageable”

You were Hoseok’s best friend. This was absolutely undeniable. What you didn’t know was that you were also the girl of his dreams. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he’d developed the crush; all he knew was that it was now all-consuming---and his greatest secret. No matter how much it was killing him, he would never dare risk losing you by admitting to his crush.     You slammed the door to Hoseok’s room open with a groan. “This internship,” you say, flopping across his bed, “Is going to kill me.”    Grinning automatically at your presence, he swivels his chair around to look at you. “Really?”    “Ye-ess,” you whine, reaching for the stuffed elephant you’d won him out of a claw game 2 years ago and hugging it tight.     “Aw.” He gets out of his chair and comes to sit next to you on the bed. “Are people being mean?” he teases.    You hit him with the elephant, then twist to rest your head against his thigh, holding the stuffed animal in the air above you. “It’s just…difficult,” you say more seriously. “On top of all the actual job things I have to do, I’m also the one who’s supposed to get the coffee and tidy the office and run the errands…I’m just…tired.”    He hums sympathetically, but fights the urge to comfortingly stroke the side of your face.    “And I still have 3 months left,” you sigh, bringing the elephant back down to snuggle against your chest. “I don’t know if I’m going to make it.”    “You can make it,” he says immediately. “I know you can. You can do anything.”    Looking up at him, you feel some of your anxiety fade away. The corner of your mouth quirks up in a smile at his concerned expression. “Yeah?”    His face breaks into his signature bright smile. “Absolutely.”    “All right,” you concede with a heavy sigh. “I believe you.”    “That was quick,” he laughs, and a strand of his curly hair falls into his face. “Are you all better now?”    Grinning, you sit up, setting the elephant aside. “Almost. I think what I really need to feel completely better is…..”    “Ice cream?”    “Ding ding ding!” you agree. “Can you take a little break?”    He pretends to think about it. “Well….since it’s a case of life and death, I think I can definitely take a little ice cream break.”    You give a little cheer. “Perfect! Let’s go. Oh, wait—” Leaning forward a little, you reach up to brush the hair out of his face, settling it back in place. “Okay. Now, let’s go!” You miss the way his breath catches in his chest at your touch, bouncing off the bed in excitement.      With a slightly dazed smile, he climbs off the bed and follows you.

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     The two of you are sitting outside the ice cream shop, at a table under an umbrella, settled in a comfortable silence. You finish your cone while he is still working his way through the first layer of his 2 scoop bowl. “Mmmm,” you say happily. “That was perfect.”     “All better now?” he asks with a fond smile.     You nod, then climb to your feet. “I need to go wash my hands,” you say, holding your palms up for evidence. “Be right back!”     On your way back, you pause just inside the door, your eyes finding your best friend immediately. It’s ridiculous how good he looks, just sitting under a table-umbrella eating ice cream, and, not for the first time, you find yourself surprised that he doesn’t have a girlfriend. Remembering how easily he had calmed you down earlier turns that surprise to gratitude, and you push open the door, eager to be in his warm presence again. Reaching the table, you sit on the round-bench seat next to him, a little closer than you were before. “How’s your ice cream?”    He swallows and nods at the same time, the tops of his cheeks going pink at your proximity. “Really good,” he tries to say around a mouthful of ice cream. “Life-saving.”    “Right,” you laugh.     “I’m almost done,” he says. “What do you want to do next?”    You perk up. “Do you have more time??”     “Yep. I can be done for the day, actually.” The smiles blooms across his face at your little cheer. “Do you wanna go watch some of our show?”    “Yes. What episode are we on?”    He takes his final bite. “7? Maybe?”    “No….” you disagree. “Didn’t we get to 9?”    The playful disagreement lasts all the way back to his apartment and the two of you argue all the way up until the Netflix logo loads. When you discover that you’re both wrong—it was episode 8—you tuck your feet under you on the couch, one of the throw pillows resting against your side.     “So we were both off,” you say with a grin.    He laughs. “No, we were both wrong.” Stretching out, he readjusts the throw pillow. “Ready?”    “Mmhmm.” As the opening credits are rolling, your eyes wander to the soft curls splayed across the pillow. “Your hair is so fluffy today,” you say with a small smile. “Can I play with it, please??”    He goes absolutely still. “My…my hair?”    “Yeah!” You don’t notice his frozen posture. “Seriously, Hobi, it is so fluffy-looking today.”    He laughs, an honest but nervous sound. Clearing his throat, he manages to sound casual. “Sure. …Weirdo.”    “That’s me,” you agree cheerfully and reach for a strand of his hair.     The absolute static electricity he feels at your fingers in his hair is overwhelming. You comb through his curls, occasionally twisting a strand loosely around your finger while you get wrapped up in the episode. He can barely breathe, every fiber of his being humming with pure happiness at the situation. By the end of the episode, he has no idea what happened, but he knows one thing: this crush was becoming almost unmanageable. 

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    “So….we’re good to leave Saturday night, right?” you ask, frowning a little as you read through the booking confirmation on your laptop.     “Yep.” Hoseok is at the stove, cooking his favorite rice dish for the both of you. “The others are going to meet us on Sunday, I think.”    You hit confirm and sit back. “There! All done.”    He’s grinning. “Perfect. I’m excited for this trip,” he says, reaching for the spices.     “Me, too.” You watch him cook for a second, a fond smile on your face. “I’m really glad we get to go.” Bouncing to your feet, you cross to where he stands in the kitchen and wrap your arms around him from behind, giving him a tight hug. “Plus dinner smells amazing!”    He’s frozen in place, unable to breathe because of the random hug-attack you’re currently engaged in. The blush is creeping up his neck unchecked—but so is the smile on his face. He clears his throat loudly to cover up the way his heart is pounding. “Um…t-thanks.”    You give him a final squeeze and let go, moving to stand next to him in order to inhale the delicious aroma even better. “Mmm…is it almost ready??”    “Yep.” His cheeks are still pink. “Maybe…5 more minutes?”    “Great.” You cross to the fridge, pulling it open and scanning the contents. “We’re out of drinks,” you say, closing it again. “Sprite? Coke?”    He glances over at you. “Um…do we have—?”   “I’m going to run to the store real quick,” you interrupt, pulling on your jacket. “What are you craving?”    “You don’t have to do that…”    You shrug. “It’s no big deal. So?”    He smiles at you, neglecting the food for a second. “Sprite.”    “That’s what I thought,” you laugh. On your way past him to the door, you wrap your arms around him again in another quick hug. “Be right back!” You’re so focused on getting your shoes on that you miss how wide his eyes are, the way he takes an involuntary step after you, already missing your presence.     When you’re gone, he takes just a second to collect himself, leaning against the counter with the goofiest grin on his face. Replaying the two hugs over and over in his mind, he almost lets the rice burn.

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“Hey.”    You look up at Hoseok’s soft voice. He’s smiling at you gently, trying to pull you out of your worried tailspin. Finding your voice, you finally respond: “Hey.”    “You all right?”    Nodding, you look back at the security checkpoint, feeling your heart race again. Last night, you had been beyond excited about this business trip, thrilled that your boss had finally entrusted you with something so big, eager to take on the world, ready to go. Now, however, surrounded by your carry-on bag and your best friend, you feel like your legs are made of jelly. Your breath catches in your chest, and without thinking, you reach for Hoseok’s hand.     His eyes widen, but he laces his fingers with yours immediately and gives your hand a little squeeze. “It’s okay,” he says calmly. “Remember how excited you were last night?”    “That was last night,” you correct nervously, your gaze still stuck on the line in front of you. “Now...”    “Hey,” he says again, shaking your connected hands a little to catch your attention. When you look up at him, he smiles again. “You’re going to be incredible. It’s going to be such a fun trip. Your boss trusts you, remember? He knows you’re going to knock this out of the park. You can do this.”    It works. His reassuring words zip through you, warming you from head to toe, and for the first time that morning, you feel the anxiety dissipate. “Can I?”    “Of course.” He squeezes your hand again.    You smile, take a deep breath, and look back at the security checkpoint; the line has dwindled to almost no one: it was now or never. “You’ll text me?” you ask, turning to him. “Every day?”    “Everyday,” he agrees.     “And you’ll answer any time I call?” you ask more playfully.    “Mm,” he pretends to think. “Most of the time.” He grins at your faux-outraged expression. “Of course, I’ll answer any time you call.” He grows more serious. “I’m going to miss you.”    Feeling another burst of anxiety, you reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on tight. “I’m going to miss you, too,” you agree. “So much.”    His heart is racing, but he holds onto you with steady hands. “It’s just a week,” he says lightly, but he’s unsure whether he’s trying to reassure you or himself.    “Right.” You let go, pulling back and straightening your shoulders. “Okay. Here I go.”    He grins. “You’ve got this.”    And with his support, you almost believe it. Acting on pure impulse, you lean up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Goodbye, Hobi,” you say, lingering for just a moment. “I’ll see you in a week!” And then you step back, using the band-aid approach to tear yourself away from him, hurrying to security before you can overthink it.    He stays behind, his face bright red, already longing for you again. As he watches you move through security, something changes in him. “A week,” he repeats to himself, feeling his skin burn where you kissed him. “Just one week.”

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The first thing you do when you get back is text Hoseok. The second is call for a cab. On your way to your apartment, you hear from him: You’re home! I’m coming over. Ok?    You grin as soon as you read the message, unable to deny the happiness that floods you entire body at the thought of seeing him again. YES. I’ll be home in 10.     His answer comes quickly: I’ll be there in 15.    True to his word, when you get home, you only have enough time to empty your suitcase straight into the washer, brush your teeth, and change into non-airplane-smelling clothes, before you hear him ring the doorbell.     You grab the little souvenir you’d gotten for him while you were away, and hurry to the door. You throw it open excitedly. “Hobiii!”    He’s already smiling. “Hey there,” he says. “I’m so glad you’re back.”   “Me, too!” But your eyes were drifting to what he held in his hands. Unable to hide your surprise, you look back up at him, confusion coloring your expression.    He’s still smiling, though now it’s slightly uneasy. Clearing his throat, you finally see the blush color the top of his cheeks as he readjusts his grip on the massive bouquet of flowers. “I’ve missed you a lot,” he says nervously. “And....I think we need to talk. I have some things to tell you.”

[jungshookz]

How about Y/N decides to take care of Android Yoongi for a week instead of the other way around since I’m assuming that’s what Yoongi does all day when Y/N is out since that’s what he was made to do? I’m not a writer so I hope that’s enough for a drabble!

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader

→ genre: android!yoongi, fluff!, yoongi’s extra cuddly when he’s sick, uhhhh kinda crackheady kinda smutty, tae is a moron and he loves talking about his greatest creation aka yoongi’s penis 

→ wordcount: 2.5k

→ note: i switched your request up a little!! i hope you don’t mind :-)) i loved writing this yoongi is so cute 

(gif isn’t mine!)

logically, technically, physically, and literally speaking

dis shit don’t make sense

yoongi, or Y00NG1 if we’re being realistic here, is a robot

so how is it possible that he, a robot, managed to get sick

he has a cold

the common flu

like a weak human being

“sorry, bud. i guess a little bug managed to sneak its way into your latest update. my bad!” namjoon winces as he takes a look at yoongi’s disheveled state “i probably shouldn’t have programmed your update while being drunk off my ass… we were celebrating hoseok’s birthday, remember??”

he’s lucky he’s face timing yoongi and not actually physically in the bedroom because it looks like yoongi wants to strangle him

and namjoon is well aware that yoongi has the capability to do so

“Yes, I faintly remember you programming one of your newer bots to serve us birthday cake.” the tiny little inferior servant robot ended up flinging cake all over the place and yoongi had to clean it up because all of you were too drunk to do anything  

“i thought your system would be strong enough to override it but apparently i was wrong.”

“Apparently you were.” yoongi scoffs sarcastically and reaches over to grab a tissue

namjoon winces again when yoongi blows his nose obnoxiously  

the poor bot

he has bags under his eyes

there’s the occasional glitch of 1’s and 0’s that appear under his skin

a couple screws are loose inside of him which explains the leakage of fluids from his nose

his voice is all gross and nasaly and sometimes when he coughs he coughs out tiny pieces of metal

“look, i’ll see you later, alright? don’t you worry, i’ll get you back into shape!”

“You better. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to zap you with my laser eyes.”

“…i told you that’s not going to become a thing.”

“You people can give me a vibrating penis but you can’t give me laser eyes?”

“vibrating-? taehyung!!!!!”  

“it was just for valentine’s day!!!!!!!! it doesn’t vibrate anymore it’s back to normal!!”

“oH my god you freak-“

yoongi promptly hangs up because the bickering is starting to make his head pound

he tosses your phone aside and lets out a huff as he flops his head back against the headboard

“feeling any better?” you pop into the bedroom and shut the door behind you as you approach yoongi

“Not since the last time you checked up on me… which was ten minutes ago.” you plop down on the edge of the bed and yoongi reaches over to yank on your wrist “C’mere.” he pulls you over so that you’re sitting on top of him with your legs on either side of him

“aw, my poor baby.” you coo mockingly as yoongi wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles his face into your chest

“Don’t patronise me.” yoongi murmurs and you can’t help but giggle because you hear the pout in his voice

you stroke the back of his head and yoongi sniffles

“You think if I overcharge myself I’ll end up frying the bug inside of me to death?” he props his chin up on your chest and looks up at you with bloodshot eyes

you scowl

“don’t even try it, you moron.”

“Don’t have enough energy to walk myself over to the pod anyway.” yoongi huffs and smooshes his face into your boobs again “Mm, I feel better already.”

“shut up, you little perv” you snort and plant a kiss on the top of his head

you don’t fckin know how to take care of sick robot

he’s not even supposed to be sick!!!!

he’s a robot for christ’s sakes

usually when you’re sick you just stay in bed all day and mope about how sick you are and yoongi dotes over you like the caring boyfriend-bot he is

he makes soup for you and tricks you into taking your medicine (he shoved your pill into a chunk of brownie and you fell for it like a damn fool)

he snuggles up with you in bed and turns on his internal heater so that you’re nice and warm

you ended up drooling all over his chest which was kinda gross but it was an endearing kinda gross

but you

you don’t have an internal heater

you could make chicken noodle soup for yoongi but u both know that it’s just going to go strAIGht through his system and he’s going to leak soup all over the sheets

yoongi doesn’t have any pills to take because he’s a robot for christ’s sakes so like

you don’t know what to do

namjoon said he’d stop by later with some ‘medicine’ for yoongi (it’s a little chip he’s going to insert into his neck in an attempt to eradicate whatever bug is floating around in his hard drive) but for now it’s up to you to take care of him

which is just odd because usually he’s the one taking care of you

you know what though

there is an upside to yoongi falling sick

you can finally relive your old life

and by that you mean you’ve been eating like a shiT ton of junk food because yoongi’s been unable to connect to your bracelet

ordering an XL pizza and dunking it in italian garlic dip after yoongi charges up for the night has been the absolute highlight of your week

although you will note that there was a little bit of regret the next morning because you were sO bloated you felt like you couldn’t move

“alright, how are we feeling??” namjoon claps his hands together as the others continue wheeling machines and monitors into the bedroom

yoongi sits ups against the headboard and lets out a breath

“Nothing has changed since I called you two hours ago. I have more a migraine now because someone in here is wearing far too much Axe body spray.”

everyone immediately looks towards jungkook

“well i think it smells nice so-”

“let’s get this show on the road, shall we??” namjoon nudges jungkook to the side to get the monitor

“what… exactly are you going to do again?” you peek over his shoulder and all you see are 1s and 0s so you honestly couldn’t even guess what namjoon was going to do

namjoon pulls a case out of his back pocket and waves it in front of your face before unzipping it

he rifles through the case before pulling out a small blue cartridge

“well, i’m inserting this chip into the monitor and then i’m going to hook yoongi up to the machines and his database should successfully download all the brand neW files that should override his old ones.”

okay

seems simple enough

“oh! okay, well i can help hook yoongi up if you need help.” you offer and yoongi wraps his fingers around your wrist and tugs you back a little before he’s intertwining his fingers with yours

you glance down at him and ruffle his hair

“don’t worry about it, i got it! now lemme just- ah hEre it is!” namjoon pulls out a particularly thiCK looking wire and that plug has to be like an inch thick which is vEry thick compared to his usual charging cord

that’s

that’s very intimidating looking

suddenly u don’t want yoongi to get better if that thing has to be shoved inside of his neck

“step aside, y/n” you immediately stand in front of yoongi protectively and namjoon gives you a pointed look “oh, cut it out. i’m not going to kill him.”

“and if we do kill him we can always just make you a new one!”

“Hey!” yoongi scowls and jimin shrugs because it’s.,.,., well it’s truE

namjoon nudges you to the side and yoongi lets go of your wrist reluctantly before sitting up a little straighter

“alright, and we just-“ namjoon shoves the plug into yoongi’s charging port and-

bZT

yoongi’s head drops and his entire body slouches over

you yelp in surprise and immediately scramble over to him

u know what this is giving you PTSD to the incident and you weren’t worried before but noW you’re worried

“what did you do!!!!!!!!!” you push yoongi up before getting on top of him and giving his shoulders a shake “yoongi??? yoongi!!!!” you cup his face and squish his cheeks together and he’s still unresponsive

“i-i don’t know, maybe i fried a wire?? i probably should’ve performed a trial test before-“

“you didn’t test this?? i thought you were supposed to be smART”

“don’t yELL AT ME” namjoon’s punching a bunch of buttons on the monitor and-

bZT

yoongi’s head shoots up and his eyes pop right open

you watch as his pupils constrict and expand and he blinks quickly

“…you okay?”

“I-“ you hear another small bzt and yoongi twitches before his expression shifts

he places his hands on your hips and gives you a squeeze before you’re suddenly aware of sultry gaze he’s giving you

“I’m more than okay, baby.”

ok

a little odd but

well at least he’s back

“that’s good! i was worried for a sec-“ yoongi buries his face into the crook of your neck and starts to plant kisses on your skin “-ond…?”

“Mhm, yeah.” yoongi purrs and a hand slides to your front and he gives the waistband of your sweatpants a little tug

you immediately swat his hand away and turn to look over your shoulder at the boys

“are we sure he’s okay?” you yaNK yoongi’s hand out of your pants and turn to glare at him “cut it out you weirdo”

“everything seems to be running normally…” namjoon keeps an eye on the monitor and scratches the top of his head

taehyung peeks over at the monitor before his eyes flicker over to yoongi (who is currently trying to get you to kiss him but you keep dodging his mouth and scolding him)

“hyung just out of curiosity which chip did u put in”

“the- the one that i use specifically for yoongi-“ namjoon pauses and narrows his eyes at taehyung “…why do you ask?”

taehyung clears his throat before inspecting his cuticles

“weLL the thing is-“ he lets out a sheepish laugh “i uhhhhhhhhhh i was working on a little side project, and uh, i might’ve used one of your chips because yours are so much more fancier than mine and anYWays i might’ve used your chip to-“

oh my god

“what did you do”

“well you know it’s reaLLY not as bad as you might think-“

“taehyung-“

“and you know if you think about it you should be flattered because i was inspired by you-“

“sPIT IT OUT”

“it’s a seX BOT CHIP OKAY” taehyung winces

“oh my fucking-“

“oW” yoongi bites down on your shoulder before laving his tongue over the sore spot all while his hips are bucking into yours and he went from zero to a hundRED in the span of like 3 seconds

and you know what while this would be nice in private it’s not as nice when there are six other mEN in the rOOM and also yoongi is being very very rough

his fingers dig into the your bum and you let out a squeak because heLLo OW  

“I wanna fuck you I wanna feel you I want you so bad and I-“ his arms are beginning to wrap around your waist like a boa constrictor around its prey and it is noT a pleasant feeling

jungkook and jimin rush over and proceed to pin yoongi’s arm back which doesn’t seem to help because now he’s angry and horny and he looks like he wants to deVOUR you

you’re about to scramble off of yoongi’s lap because this is terrifying but-

“take the WIRE OUT TAKE IT OUT NOW” namjoon is freaKing out because what is HAPPENING TO HIS BABY

you reach over and yank it out of yoongi’s neck before you’re flinging it onto the floor

yoongi immediately slumps over and jungkook and jimin both let out breaths of relief

“i forgot how strong he was” jimin is wiNDED and he’s definitely going to have to lie down for like ten minutes after y’all sort this mess out

“i think there might be a couple glitches in your chip, tae.” you pant and press a hand against your chest

“okay, now let’s put in the actual chip-“ namjoon sends tae a glare and tae smiles sheepishly

he inserts it into the monitor and it lets out a happy chirp before you hear the fans beginning to whir

“you wanna hook him up y/n?”

“y/n has to do it because i don’t want yoongi humping me”

“me neither”

“ya same lol gross”

“very smooth movement in the hips tho”

“wait what”

“what”

bZT

yoongi shoots straight up and he blinks furiously

once again his pupils are dilating and expanding at an abnormal rate and you start to worry again until he wrinkles his nose which is a very yoongi-like habit

“That was quite an unpleasant experience. I would not like to experience that again.”

ah

it’s good to have yoongi back

he yanks the cord out of his neck and drops it onto the floor and you roll off of him and watch as he reorients himself with everything

you jump in surprise when your bracelet beeps twice and buzzes on your wrist

yoongi freezes before turning to glare at you over his shoulder

“Did you seriously eat an entire XL pizza last night?” You’re going on a green juice cleanse for the next two days to flush out all the toxins in your body. I’ll go make a smoothie for you now.” he pushes past the boys and leaves the room but continues to talk “And why haven’t you done the laundry yet? I- Oh, god, look at the state of the living room!”

you let out a huff and roll your eyes playfully “…is it too late to bring sex bot yoongi back”

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