#and everyone's just like. ah. shit. that guy is NOT built for this

[lizhly-writes]

kim iwol is such a funny fucking man. which is the reason why i'm like okay. what if we throw him into daydream inc.

look. look i'm not saying he'll do WELL. legitimately i have no idea how good he is at handling horror, and his skillset gained through hating idols is not going to be particularly useful, except in VERY specific circumstances.

but! he is also really good at/used to doing random miscellaneous tasks that have nothing to do with his actual job. i think he'd handle being thrown in a horror story with just the most resigned "fuck my baka life". i can imagine him trudging through one of these powered by pure resentment of his boss.

terrible au where kim iwol does manage to resign from his job only to end up at daydream fucking inc. terrible things happen to him and the running joke is just "well this is still better than working with manager nam".

[bluepurplepinklock]

Tsundere! Itoshi Rin x reader, where he insists he's well despite having a fever and you take care of him, making him open up to you a little more.

You wondered what lay beneath the hundred cold walls Rin has built around himself. Maybe more walls to keep others out. To keep you out. Because despite being together for a few months now, you still felt as if he never opened up to you.

Once you thought there was something wrong with you. Maybe Rin wasn't actually in love with you. That's why he still kept his distance. But no, he has proven time and time again, in those subtle ways of his, that the thought is false.

It has now become your mission in life to help him break out of his shell. Because you know, deep beneath those walls, he is lonely and sad and a beautiful person still, a person you'll always love.

And when he woke up with a burning fever beside you, Rin, being his stubborn self decided it was nothing.

"What do you mean it's nothing?" You call out as he slips out of bed, ready to start his day by heading to the gym.

"I said…" he walka to the bathroom with trembling steps, his breath hitching, "don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"You are anything but fine, Rin," you stomp over to him, blocking the bathroom door and glaring up at him, "stay in bed!"

Rin growls, now you have pissed him off. Interrupting his morning routine like this needs guts only you have.

"Listen here…" he trails off, his feet wobbling as he loses balance.

"Shit!" You support him upright, his weight crushing you down as his vision blurs, "Rin! You okay?"

"I'm… I'm fine…" he gasps, and stumbles back towards the bed as you help him lie down.

"Exactly," you scoff, folding your arms as you watch him catch his breath, sprawled on the bed, "you seem perfectly fine."

"…leave." Rin spits out, struggling to grab the covers.

You sigh and sit down beside him, pulling the sheets over him, "Rin, stop it."

He eyes you questioningly, still irritated.

"Stop," you lean forward and brush his soft hair away from his eyes, lightly caressing his face as he visibly relaxes, "stop shutting me out. I want to be with you. I want to see and love everything of you. So please, don't shut me out."

Rin was taken aback, his face dropping his cold mask. After a long stare with your fingers still soothing his face, he shut his eyes and you felt like you had never seen him this relaxed before as he weakly grabbed your palm and placed a feverish kiss on it.

"Sorry," you almost didn't hear him mumble, "I don't want you to leave. I just... I just..." he grabbed his face, trying to contain himself before he slips up and reveals his true self.

His true self which you would see and won't love back. It scares him. That's the only thing that scares him, you leaving him behind like everyone else did, like his brother did. But when he looked into those eyes of yours, drowned in concern and love for him, he decided that maybe you are different. Maybe you would see beneath his mask and still love what you see.

He's willing to take the risk. For you, he's willing.

And so, he opened his arms towards you, his face so loving, needy and human- so unlike the cold, hard mask he always wore, and whispered,

"I'm sorry. I won't shut you out. I want you to... want you to stay..." he gulped, his spread out arms trembling due to his rising fever, "Please?"

With a soft smile, you accept his embrace, snuggling into his heated body as he envelopes you, draping his legs over yours and burying you in his chest.

You wish you could stay that way for longer. But Rin needed medicine, and you were pleasantly surprised when he let you feed him the porridge you prepared.

Maybe after this, he'd start letting you in. Maybe his mask and his walls would slowly melt off until he would be bare before you, and you'd love him still.

A/N: Ah yes, my messed up Rin who shuts people out despite knowing he's damaging himself. Tell me if you guys need more of Tsundere! Rin because I sure do.

©bluepurplepinklock (Do not copy, steal or translate my work)

[sacredsorceress]

Hey queen! I love the way you write fluff! But help a girl out and send my love to worst!wolverine Logan. Poor man is just tired and I just wanna give his some stability in his life 😮‍💨💕

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my secret is that worst!wolverine is actually my favourite but i cannot write wade for the life of me so i haven't gotten to any fics for worst!wolvie yet. but god do i love thinking about giving logan the stability and domesticity he deserves...

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It all started with an attempted break-in of your apartment.

Afterwards, you ran (well, really, you took an Uber. After a close call such as that you were feeling uneasy about traversing the city at night on your own) to Wade's apartment.

A rapping against the door forced Logan from his alcohol-induced reverie. An old movie- black and white and far too reliant on gimmicks for Logan's enjoyment- had continued to play through his stupor. He felt around for the remote.

Checking his watch- a cheap thing he had bought at the local convenience store- the time blinked back at him. 3:42.

The rapping on the door escalated to a pounding.

Logan threw off the thin blanket that covered his knees. His forgotten beer bottle slipped from his lap, onto the floor and shattered.

"Ah shit."

He pushed himself up from the couch with a groan. With his stature, Logan crossed the apartment in five strides, throwing open the door as you lifted your fist to continue.

"Oh." You said surprised, dropping your hand to your side. "Logan. Hi. I was looking for Wade."

Logan, who knew Wade had disappeared for the evening with Vanessa, clicked his tongue.

"It's a bit late." He said gruffly.

"Yeah, well, tell that to the guy who just broke into my apartment."

You slipped past Logan and into the kitchen, the realization of what had just happened to you- what could have happened- settling in.

Locking the door behind you both, Logan followed you with his brows furrowed.

"What?"

Logan blinked a few times, sobering up at your last sentence. Someone broke in?

"Some crazy guy broke into my apartment." You explained, hugging yourself. "I scared him off with a knife, thank god, but what would have happened if I hadn't woken up? I didn't know what to do, Logan, I was so scared I ran right here."

In the past few weeks of living on Earth-10005, Logan considered himself well-behaved for the lack of violence he had found himself in. Now, however, he felt a familiar red, hot rage.

Despite the few moments you and Logan had shared in the short amount of time, you had left your imprint on him.

You were uncharacteristically kind to him: far more gentle and friendly than he felt he deserved. Everyone smiled when you walked into a room and it wasn't simply because of the fresh baked goods you carried in your hands; the fresh aroma of vanilla and cinnamon trailing behind you as you went. You were warm, funny, soft: attributes Logan had nearly forgotten existed behind the cold, hard walls he had built.

To think that someone had ill intent with you made him not only sick, but furious. Enraged. In the brief moments where his mind would run ahead of him, imagining the soft touch your skin on his and how your lips would feel against his rough cheek, he had felt twisted- perverted. Logan didn't deserve your love and any fantasy his mind conjured for him felt like an affront to your generosity.

And all he had wanted to do was treat you right. Who did this sick fuck think he was?

"My friends are right," you wrung your hands. "I shouldn't be living alone. It's not safe."

Your eyes glanced over to the scratchy couch on the far side of the living room. A discarded blanket and flattened pillow from who knows how long ago laid amongst its cushions.

"Wait, Logan?"

"Huh?" Logan asked, pulling himself from his thought. It only occurred to him then that he hadn't responded in a while.

"Would you... want to move in with me?" You asked, fingers toying with the frayed edge of your jacket, unable to meet his eyes. "I know that you don't exactly have the best living arrangement here and it would just... make me sleep easier knowing someone else was there. I'd feel safer with you around."

I'd feel safer with you around.

Now, that was something Logan hadn't heard in a while.

He stood a little straighter, bolstered by your confidence in him.

"I don't know, bub." Logan said, leaning against the cabinets. "You sure you wanna guy like me around?"

A dry laugh escaped your throat.

"I'd prefer to have a guy like you around." You said. "What do you say?"

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With only a backpack full of his belongings and a note to Wade in chicken scratch left on the counter, Logan moved in the following afternoon.

"And this..." you said, opening the door to the last room. "Is your room. I know it's not much, but I got you some new sheets and a phone charger-"

The room, quaint but equipped with a queen size bed, two matching nightstands, a window, and a desk was more than Logan had had even in how own universe. At least since-

"This is nice n' all," Logan said, shaking his head. "But I can't accept this, sweetheart. The couch'll do just fine."

Sweetheart.

You shook your head.

"I'm not taking no for an answer, Logan." You said, inviting him into the space. "This is your room. Besides, I like my couch too much to give it up for you."

You smiled at the last sentence, informing Logan that it was part joke (but also part not).

"I'm going to go finish dinner." You said. "And before you even say 'don't worry about me': save it. I've seen how empty Wade's fridge is and I'm not going to have you not eat, okay? Let me do this for you."

Logan brushed his hand through his hair and chuckled.

"Alright then."

With a triumphant nod you left the room.

Logan tossed his backpack onto the bed and took in the room around him. The sheets that had been neatly tucked into the bed were a crisp white and held the distinct scent of laundry detergent from its wash earlier that day. Draped across the comforter was a soft blanket- hues of browns and greens that stood stark against the pure white benath.

Was this hand-knit?

Brushing his fingers against the cloth, he turned and glanced at the desk where a journal caught his eye.

A yellow sticky note sat atop.

Welcome home, Logan

Logan's calloused fingertip ran over the script, feeling where your pen marked the paper with the loops, swirls, and divots of your penmanship... for him.

The journal beneath was leather bound and carried weight in his hands. Logan flipped through the pages considering your words earlier- how you had set up this room (on such short notice)- with Logan in mind.

He almost felt overwhelmed by how you had done all this in consideration of him- for him. Whatever had made you do it, he wasn't sure but you had looked at this journal and thought of him. It almost made him want to pick up a pen and start writing then and there.

Logan decided that even if you had painted the room bright yellow he'd have made yellow his favourite colour because however you thought of him- and clearly it was very highly- it was the type of man he'd strive to be.

In the few minutes since you had stepped from the room, Logan had heard the distant clatter of pots, pans, and dishes echoing from the kitchen. Now, the chaos had settled down, and instead his ears perked at the familiar, scratchy sound of a vinyl beginning to play.

"Logan!" You called. "Dinner's ready!"

Dropping the book onto the desk, he allowed the sweet sound of music and the mouth-watering aroma of dinner to lead the way. In the dining room, the lights had been dimmed, the table was set as a large dish sat in the middle of the table.

Bathed in the warm light of the lamps surrounding you, Logan swore you shone like his own personal guardian angel. A part of him wanted to fall to his knees before you and relinquish himself to your care. Instead, he shook his head.

"Fuck, that smells good."

Taking off your oven mitts, you smiled.

"Well what are you waiting for?" You asked, pulling out your seat. "Let's eat."

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Anywho this was so fun and so cute to write!! If you'd like to see more roommate!worst!wolverine PLEASE let me know because I have lots of thoughts.

feel free to come chat about any of your favourite mcu characters in the ask box!!

[write-by-night222]

Cherry Coke & Whiskey: Hospital Visit

TF141 x Fem!Injured!Reader

Warnings: female reader, poly!TF141, hospitals, mentions of trauma, anxiety, comfort, mild smut (no sex, just groping), pda, I think that's it?

had an the second mri on my shoulder today. got me thinking while I was laying there.

(Reader) had to go to a civilian hospital to get some MRI done on her injured shoulder. The team, knowing damn well how anxious she gets in the general public after having been in the binds of the military for so long, decide to go with her.

(Reader) had to be there early in the afternoon. Two hours before she had to be there, Price pulled Soap's jeep around and made sure she was ready to go.

"'Ey, come on, we gotta go." Price tells her, finding her in the common room, messing with her phone. Her hair was down, something somewhat unusual for her. Sweatpants covered her legs, a loose t-shirt covering her torso.

"Price, it's two hours before my appointment. I can get there in an hour."

"Yeah, speeding in your Mustang. I'm drivin' you. Soap, Ghost, and Gaz are already in the car." (Reader) rolls her eyes a little before grabbing her jacket off the back of the couch and pulling it on.

When they finally made it to the hospital, everyone could see the tension in her body. She was uncomfortable, even just in the parking lot.

"Shit, why's no one know how to park around here? Everyone's taking up two damn spots, there isn't even snow on the pavement." Price grunts out, driving around the parking lot, looking for a spot.

"You might need to go to the parking garage. Looks like these are full." Gaz speaks up, pointing to the four story parking garage. Price sighs, reluctantly turning on the turn signal to pull into the parking garage.

"How freaked out do you think people are gonna be when you guys walk in?" (Reader) mumbles sarcastically.

"We're in street clothes, lass." Soap reminds her, acting like he's stating the obvious. Price was wearing a pair of jeans and an old army t-shirt with an army green hoodie pulled over it. For once, he left the boonie hat in his office, longer brown buzz cut on full display. Gaz has on a pair of black sweatpants, a navy blue t-shirt with a black zip-up hoodie over top of it. Soap's dark wash jeans cling to him, the blue hoodie doing nothing to conceal the fact he was well built. Ghost looked like some stalker, his ghost mask being replaced with a black disposable mask covering the lower half of his face, black jeans, and just a black t-shirt, the sleeves stretching over his biceps.

"I can pass as just a very athletic civilian, it's blantly obvious that you four are military. If nothing else the boots give it away." (Reader) has on a pair of slip on shoes, knowing she'll have to take them off for the MRI.

"Ah whatever, love." Ghost mumbles and Price finally pulls into a parking spot.

"Use our first names in the hospital, yeah sweetheart?" John Price tells her, patting her thigh softly. She nods, John putting the vehicle into park.

After the walk to the hospital, they arrive at the front desk, the receptionist staring for a couple seconds at the well-build women in front of her, and then the four tall, muscular men standing behind her.

"(Reader) (Last Name), 'm here for an MRI."

"Uhm, are these men with you?" The receptionist, her name tag says Mary, was an older women with thick glasses, wearing a knit sweater looks up from the women to the men behind her.

"Yeah, they're my uhm... team mates." (Reader)'s gaze flickers behind her, not quite knowing how to introduce or adress the four men behind her. Mary clicks away at the keyboard, John and Simon's heads on swivel, checking out the main entrance of the hospital. Johnny softly pats (Reader) on her uninjured shoulder, reassuring her. Kyle give the receptionist a look, he knows that the hospital will probably label her as a possible trafficking situation until they see her file says military.

"Ah! You're military, that makes more sense now." (Reader) simply just nods her head, dread crawling up her throat. Mary hands her the paperwork she had printed and gives her instructions to the radiology department.

Paperwork was filled out, the team now sits in the main radiology department waiting room. Simon's arm drapped across the back of the bench he and (Reader) are sitting down. Simon hasn't said much, but he knows what she needs right now isn't words from him, it's just knowing he's here. The muscles of her body are still pulled tight.

Johnny's hand interlocks with her, squeezing it softly. John paces the waiting room, Kyle just sits in a chair near Johnny's. They had been getting weird looks the entire time, yet none of them even paid the other patients any mind.

A big male nurse come out of a locked door and calls (Reader)'s name. All three of the men sitting stood up, John walking to stand behind (Reader).

"They're my teammates." (Reader) grunts out, the anxiety in her obvious to the four men behind her. She hands the clipboard to the nurse, Johnny brushing up against her uninjured shoulder, trying to relax her.

"Guess it's good the MRI department is slow today." The nurse motions for them to follow. (Reader) hands the nurse the clipboard with paperwork on it, he takes it and leads them to a smaller waiting room. "My name is Jason. I need you to go into one of these changing rooms, remove all of your clothing other then your underwear on the bottom, change into these pants and this gown, it ties in the back. I'll be out to get you in a little bit." (Reader) nods, and takes the clothing from him the nurse disappearing into a backroom, locked with a keycard.

"You need help gettin' changed sweetheart?" John asks, his voice soft and smooth. (Reader) nods and John takes the clothing out of her hands, motioning her to the closest changing room. The other three men sit down in the waiting room.

John locks the changing room door, before setting the clothing down on the bench before putting his hands on (Reader)'s jacket.

"I know your anxious n I don't blame you." He keeps his voice soft, gentle. His hands slide the jacket off her shoulders. "You've been in the military a long time. Joined the army fresh outta highschool." He sets jacket down before moving to the hem of her shirt. "Somehow, made your way to our team." Her shirt drops to the bench too. "It's been a long time since you've been in a place like this. But you're safe, alright?" He presses a gentle kiss to her neck, noticing all the scars and marks on her back and shoulders but not saying anything about them. He undoes her bra, sliding it off. "We won't let anything happen to you." He grabs the gown, opening it and sliding it on her body, tying it at the base of her neck and again right around the curve of her waist. His hands slide under, untying her sweatpants. He hears her let out a small whine.

(Reader) wasn't weak or frail, not by any means. Just as capable as any of them on the field and on base, but she struggled being in normal civilian life a lot more then the others. She was used to the structure of the military, she craved it. She had a rough past, joining the military to escape. He knew part of her trauma made her anxious in hospitals. She needed a stable, steady hand right now, and John was completely willing to be that.

"Be good n strong through this and the team will have a treat for you, Sargent." She nods her head, slipping back into her more military mindset. John pushes her sweatpants off her legs and pulls off her socks, replacing them with the hospital standard grippy socks and then sliding the canvas pants on her, tying them in the front. "There you go, (Reader). You're safe, ok?"

She nods her head as John gathers up her clothes and puts them in the bag the nurse provided and carries them out to the small waiting room. She follows behind him, sitting down next to Johnny. Sure he was usually energetic, eager, excited. But right now his main focus was in getting (Reader) through this. He interlocked his fingers with hers, Kyle giving her a soft pat on the cheek, Simon squeezing her thigh before returning his hand to his lap. The sound of running water makes her turn her head, John pulling the lever on the water cooler that releases hot water into a disposable cup. He drops a tea bag in it and comes to sit next to all of them.

"You took out all your piercings, right love?" Simon's voice cuts through the silent room and she nods her head.

Only a little while later, Jason returns.

"Ok, (Reader), we're ready for you back in the room. You guys have to stay here, she'll be out in roughly 45 minutes." Johnny presses a desperate kiss to her lips, lasting a few seconds longer then necessary. Gaz simply squeezes her side when she stands up, giving her a reassuring grin. John steals a kiss to her hand, Ghost only nods to her. It's all she needs from them. She was no child, she didn't need to be coddled, but the men weren't about to let her go through something they know she hated without a little affection. She follows Jason, disappearing between behind the door.

"Alright, no metal right?"

"Right."

"You don't need any contrast for this one, so just walk through this metal detector here to make sure you're good." No sound arises from the metal detector as she walks through it. "Good, good. What kinda music you want while you're in there?"

She thinks for a second, her mind going to the nights at base. The common room filled with the warm sound of on old country vinyl spinning on John's record player. Only the lamps on, bathing the room in a warm, soft light. John sitting in his leather arm chair like it was a thrown, glass of whiskey in his hand, cigar smoking between his lips, one leg resting on the other. His gaze heavy on the scene in front of him. Johnny making a drink, making sure the record was spinning right. Kyle's eyes following Simon's hands running over my body as he spun me around in the center of the common room.

"Country please. Classic country."

"You bet."

Soon she was positioned on the MRI table how they wanted her, earplugs in, headphones over top of them. Emergency ball in her uninjured arm, heavy fabric covered plastic cage over her injured shoulder. Jason presses the button to make the table slide into the tube. The MRI started, clicks, beeps, and hums swirling around her as the slow sound of classic country soothing her mind. Eyes growing heavy, the scene of late nights in the common room playing behind her eyes.

Her body jolts awake, feeling the table moving underneath her.

'Holy hell, I fell asleep.' (Reader) thinks to herself as the table is fully slid out of the machine. Jason takes the cage off her shoulder, she sets the emergency ball down. Headphones off, she pulls the ear plugs out of her ears, as he lowers the table.

"Ok, you're free to go as soon as you get get dressed. Your doctor should call you in a few days with the results." She nods as she pushes herself to stand on the floor, following him out. She reaches the waiting room, her men still the only ones there. Johnny and Simon's hands were interlaced, Kyle's head resting on John's shoulder as the older captian watched the news on the small TV.

"'Ey bonnie, you survived!" Johnny says, standing up fron the chair and pulling her into a hug.

"C'mon I'll help ya change." Simon grunts, throwing away the paper cup as he leads her to the changing room. The door locks with a click, Simon settinf the bag of her belongings down on the bench. Large fingers make quick work of untying the knots holding the gown together.

"Did *kiss*, such a *kiss*, good *kiss* fucking job." He pressed sloppy kisses to the back of her neck, right along the spin, hands sliding the gown off her shoulders. His large hands come up to her chest, squeezing her tits in his hands.

"I mmmhm, fell asleep in the machine." She admits, her voice breathy.

"Atta fuckin' girl." He mumbles, pressing one more messy sloppy kiss to the back of her neck, right where her shoulder curves up into his neck. His hands still rubbing her tits. M'kay, jus' a little taste of what's coming to ya later." He pulls away, sliding her bra on her shoulders, buckling it in the back. Then he pulls om her shirt, tugging off the hospital pants and socks before replacing them with hers. As he pulls her jacket over her shoulders, he kisses her on the lips. "There ya go love." He tosses the used clothing into the hamper. Simon leads her out of the changing room.

"Let's get outta here, sweet girl." Kyle tells her as he presses a kiss on her lips after standing up from the chair. They all make their way out of the hospital and into the parking garage. When they get to the jeep, Kyle, Johnny, and Simon sitting in the back, John sitting in the driver seat and (Reader) sitting in the passenger seat. The jeep roars to life as John pushes the key to turn in the ignition. He leans over, his large calloused hand catching (Reader)'s chin, tilting her face towards him, catching her lips with his own in a messy, sloppy, teeth clashing kiss. When he finally breaks away, both their lips are pink, (Reader)'s face flushed red. John backs the jeep out of the parking spot, getting out of the parking garage before pulling out of the parking lot. He makes his way to the highway, turning the opposite way they came from.

"Base is the other way, John." (Reader)'s voice is confused, wondering how in the world John forgot which way on the highway to go. He just chuckles, Simon speaking up from right behind her.

"We ain't going to base, love. We're going to my cabin. It's about 10 miles in the woods, no one will hear ya scream, pretty girl."

part two?

[airandyeah]

The Last Of The Real Ones (TigerHybrid!Sukuna X LionessHybrid!Reader) Pt.1

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Sukuna Ryomen didn’t do clubs. Not anymore.

And yet, here he was—third one this week. His patience was wearing thin, and so was the shirt he’d been coerced into wearing: some sleek, dark thing that clung to his form like it was auditioning for a mate. Gaudy. Loud. He hated it.

But his mother insisted he "make an effort." His father said it was "time to get serious." And worst of all—his twin, Jin, just got engaged. To a pristine, proper tigress hybrid whose family practically purred over their bloodline.

Sukuna snorted to himself as he slid into a low leather booth, crimson eyes scanning the dancefloor. "Like it’s a damn breeding program," he muttered.

He wasn’t against the idea of a partner. He just didn’t give a shit about bloodline purity, or presenting a tidy image like Jin. Sukuna wanted heat. He wanted pull. Someone wild enough to bite back and walk away with her head held high.

So far? Everyone he met felt like a performance. Clingy hybrids with polished smiles and empty conversation. He was tired. Irritated. On his fourth drink.

Until she walked in.

The bass shifted as if the room adjusted to her presence. A lioness hybrid in a deep-cut suit jacket, every motion oozing the kind of effortless danger Sukuna could feel down to his tail. Confident stride, sharp eyes—someone who wasn’t just hunting. She was choosing.

His lips curled around the rim of his glass.

Finally.

She didn’t look his way at first. Didn’t need to. Her energy was magnetic—drew attention like a flame did moths. The kind that didn’t ask for eyes, just earned them. Sukuna watched as she slid onto a barstool with all the grace of a predator used to being watched, but too proud to care.

“Double whiskey,” she told the bartender, voice low and deliberate. No flourish. No frilly mixer. Just strong, straight, unapologetic.

Sukuna’s smirk deepened.

A lioness hybrid. Of course.

She sat with one elbow propped on the counter, legs crossed, golden tail flicking idly near her ankle. Her hair was tousled like she’d come straight from a fight—or like she never bothered to tame it in the first place. Sukuna could respect that.

He didn’t move from his booth yet. No need to chase. Tigers didn’t pounce without purpose.

Instead, he watched. Curious.

There was something about the set of her shoulders, the way her eyes scanned the room like she was bored of it all already. Like him. Another hybrid dragged into the mating market with zero interest in the desperate parade of pheromone-slicked desperation.

His gaze traveled down the curve of her spine to the firm sway of her hips when she shifted on the stool. Yeah. She wasn’t here for show.

She was here for a reason. And Sukuna suddenly hoped that reason was him.

Another lion hybrid passed behind her, a male, built thick and golden with a grin that screamed misplaced confidence. He leaned in to say something.

Sukuna didn’t hear it. Didn’t need to.

The lioness didn’t even blink. Just swirled her glass once and tilted her head enough to let her eyes cut sideways. Whatever she said back made the guy go still, blink, and then awkwardly shuffle away with his tail practically tucked between his legs.

Sukuna laughed under his breath. Goddamn.

He rose from the booth finally, rolling his shoulders out, setting his drink down without a second glance.

If she wanted strong?

Let her meet him.

He took his time crossing the room. Not to stalk—no, that was too obvious. Sukuna didn’t need theatrics. He simply moved like he belonged wherever he walked. And when he leaned against the bar beside her, she didn’t flinch, didn’t even glance.

But he saw her ear twitch in acknowledgment.

“Out of your element, housecat?” she muttered, still nursing her whiskey.

He laughed. Low and genuine.

“Cute. You rehearse that on the way in?”

“Only for tigers who look like they got dressed by their mother.”

“Ah,” he hummed, letting his eyes drag down the line of her back, “So you noticed the shirt. Must be hard to miss things when your nose is in the air.”

She finally turned. Met his gaze head-on. Those eyes were sharp—like she saw through him and couldn’t be bothered by what she found.

Sukuna’s grin sharpened.

“You always try this hard to seem unbothered?” he asked.

She tipped her glass toward him. “Only when I smell ego before cologne.”

His chuckle rumbled in his chest. “You know, most hybrids try to flirt when they sidle up at the bar.”

“Flirting?” she echoed, feigning offense. “God forbid. I was just sitting here minding my business when some stripy fuckboy decided I looked bored.”

He huffed a laugh and finally leaned an elbow on the counter, turning fully toward her. “Tell me to fuck off, then.”

She arched a brow. “Why bother? Watching you try to be smooth is more entertaining than the DJ.”

They stared at each other for a beat too long. Her lip twitched first. His grin followed.

“Alright,” she said, setting her glass down. “Name?”

“Sukuna.” He reached for his own drink, finishing what was left. “You?”

“Y/N.” A flick of her tail. “Don’t wear it out.”

“Too late,” he muttered, eyes still on her mouth.

“You sticking around?” he asked, tilting his head toward the dance floor where couples writhed in dim lights and pheromones.

“Doubt it,” she said, finishing off her drink. “Already seen what I needed.”

He raised a brow. “Yeah? And what was that?”

She didn’t answer. Just reached into her jacket and pulled out her phone, screen already lit and unlocked. Then she passed it to him without a word.

Sukuna blinked once, then smirked and typed in his number, name saved as Stripes, before handing it back.

She glanced at the screen, unimpressed. “Seriously?”

“You call me that again and I’ll start purring,” he said, voice low and dangerous.

“Tch. Gross.”

But she didn’t delete the name.

Instead, she dug into her back pocket and pulled out a crumpled bill. One, then two. She dropped enough on the counter to cover both drinks and a generous tip.

Sukuna frowned.

“Mine too?”

She slid off the barstool with a roll of her shoulder and a wicked grin. “Yeah. Gotta make sure the poor tiger gets home okay.”

“That’s petty.”

“That’s lioness instinct.”

He watched her walk away—tail swaying, spine proud, never looking back. She didn’t need to.

Sukuna stood there for a second longer, thumb tapping the bar, then pulled out his phone to make her contact after he sent himself a message from her phone. Y/N – Claws & Whiskey.

He chuckled under his breath.

Finally. Something worth chasing. ~~~

The next morning, Sukuna was halfway through flipping eggs when his phone buzzed across the counter. He ignored it the first time, then the second, until the familiar vibration pattern forced a groan out of him.

“Persistent old woman,” he muttered, wiping his hand on a dishtowel and grabbing the phone.

Mom 💐 [Incoming Call]

He swiped to answer and tucked it between his ear and shoulder.

“Yes?”

“Don’t you yes me, Ryomen,” came his mother’s voice, sharp and expectant. “I haven’t heard from you in three days.”

“Because I’ve been busy.”

“With what, sulking at bars?”

Sukuna scowled and stirred the eggs a little harder than necessary. “I’ve been out, actually. Meeting people. Like you wanted.”

There was a pause. Then, carefully, “You met someone?”

He hesitated for a half-second too long.

“…Maybe.”

“Maybe?” She gasped like he’d announced an engagement. “Who is she? What is she? Family name? What does she do?”

Sukuna sighed. “Relax. I’m not mating with her in a meadow, I just got her number.”

“Details, Ryomen!”

“She’s… confident,” he said slowly, letting the word simmer like the bacon in the pan beside him. “Sharp. Got a mouth on her.”

“Oh? So not another docile tigress then?”

He turned the stove off with a flick, cracking a crooked grin. “Nope. Definitely not docile.”

His mother made a sound—somewhere between resigned and suspicious.

“You’d better not be keeping secrets from me.”

“I’m not,” Sukuna lied smoothly, plating his food. “You wanted me to meet someone. I met someone. Let me handle it.”

“You know Jin and Yua are planning the family dinner next week—”

“Don’t rope me into that shit,” he snapped, too fast. Then sighed. “I’ll come by soon. You can yell at me in person.”

Before she could press further, he ended the call and set the phone face down on the counter. The moment it was quiet again, his shoulders dropped a fraction. He sat down, fork in hand, but his appetite was already shifting.

He didn’t want to think about Jin’s fiancée or family dinner or whatever matchmaking madness was waiting.

Sukuna leaned back in his chair, staring at his phone like it owed him something.

The contact glared up at him: Y/N – Claws & Whiskey Still no message from her.

He scoffed, thumb hovering over the screen. Of course she hadn’t texted. She wasn’t the type to chase.

Fine. He’d poke first.

He opened the thread and typed:

Stripes 🐅 So are you always this slow to text back, or were you just scared I’d bite?

He hit send, let it sit for five seconds—then added:

Or is that why you paid my tab? You thought you were buying yourself some time to run.

He tossed the phone beside him and reclined like he didn’t care.

But his ears were already tilted forward. Listening for the buzz.

Fifteen minutes passed. Long enough for Sukuna to start questioning whether he’d pissed her off.

(He did check to make sure it sent. Twice.)

Just as he reached for the remote, his phone finally buzzed—sharp and satisfying.

Y/N – Claws & Whiskey I’m in a meeting, Stripes. You ever heard of patience or is that not something your kind learns?

Sukuna’s grin reappeared immediately. He could practically hear the eye-roll.

He leaned forward and typed, smug:

My kind? You mean devastatingly attractive and difficult to ignore?

Three little dots appeared. Paused. Then disappeared again.

He snorted.

Ten seconds later, her reply landed:

I mean obnoxiously loud and addicted to attention. Try again.

He chuckled, eyes gleaming.

Fine. Let’s try in person. When are you free, Claws?

Taglist: @tsumoorin , @zaynes-beloved-whore Perm Tags: @thenightperson , @makingtimemine , @nina-from-317

[stubz]

late shift

Shuttle for Mars is departing now. Please keep hands, feet, tails, and other appendages clear of the yellow line.

‘Nice, finally get off work on time for once! Man is it empty, way less busy than the 5:45 one…

Are they sleeping? Please tell me they’re sleeping…’

“Snnrk…”

‘Oh good they are, oooh lots of empty seats next to them! Nice.’

The young human sits across the large figure and looks around.

‘Wonder why everyone else is sitting so far away from this guy? He’s not that much scarier than a Alteauh…OH! He’s an Orc! An actual Orc, oh this is so cool! Wait. Calm down, control yourself. Orc’s are people too, not some exotic animal in a zoo….he’s sooo cool looking tho!’

The human smiles and takes out their headphones and listens to some music and take in the view they see through the shuttle’s windows. From time to time they peek at the orc, can’t helping themselves from people-watching him.

Like what most humans imagined, he was huge. Easily more than 7 feet tall, with large calloused hands bigger than their head. He had large tusks but unlike the stereotypes he was well trimmed with well relatively kept hair. It would have neater had there not been dust in it. The orc wore dirty cloths and work boots. Beside them what looked like a tool box and bag.

‘Must be a construction worker or works in a trade’ they mused

‘Poor guy, he’s gotta be exhausted to sleep here. At least he gets to go home now.’

The shuttle shakes and with it so does the sleeping giant. Rocking side to side.

'That's not good.' They nervously slide off their headphones.

The turbulence increases until the sleeping orc leans too far and starts fall face first off his seat.

“OH SHIT!” Diving to their knees they manage to catch his head and shoulders.

“Mm?”

“You okay?” Damn he's heavy!

“Mmm…sorry.” Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he slowly got back into his seat, the turbulence now gone.

“No worries, I just didn’t want you to hit your head.”

“Heh, wouldn't be the first time I’ve done it.”

after rubbing his eyes a bit more and a crack of the neck he looks at them, brain finally working to some degree.

“…wait. You caught me?”

“Uh-huh”

“But you’re so small! Are you hurt?”

“You're not the first sleeping giant I’ve caught. I’m alright.”

“I am so sorry for that. I just finished working a 12 hour shift fixing the 1st and 3rd engine rooms and couldn’t help myself from dozing off.”

They whistle. “12 hours? No wonder you’re tired! If I were you I’d be in a coma.”

“Ah but surely you have a difficult job yourself. How else would you be able to catch me?”

“No, nothing like yours! I just work at a youngling centre.”

“The one on the ship?”

“That’s the one.”

“...YOUR ONE OF THE BRAVE WARRIORS WHO RISKED THEIR LIVES TO PROTECT THE CHILDREN??!”

“…you’ve heard of us?”

“Every orc and warrior worth their blade knows of your valiant deeds!! Tell me, what is your name??”

“Kim, uh and you are?”

“Fenrir. It is truly an honor to meet someone of your bravery and intelligence."

"Likewise! I've heard that the orc species are a true warrior race."

For the rest of the trip the two talked. Kim sharing how her and Max built such a safe room in the centre, which lead to the two realizing how similar each other's planets are.

"You have wind whirlpools as well? I thought they only existed on Bantor!"

"Well we call them hurricanes and tornadoes but yeah. Do you guys have hail?"

"Not where I grew up but nearby farther up they get a week or two of light hail showers during the fall. What about animals? Do you have reptiles bigger than an adult with large teeth and live in rivers? We call them darthrang."

"Oh we call them crocodiles!"

"Amazing! To think that your species live in a world much like mine!"

When the shuttle finally reached it's destination the two went their separate ways. A few days later they meet again, this time on the later shuttle. They sit and talk and create a routine of sorts where they became each others travelling companion for the trip to Mars.

One day however, Fenrir stopped coming. The human was saddened as she enjoyed his company but was soon surprised when seeing him at the centre.

"Kim! I've been transferred to stay on the ship so I won't be taking the shuttle to Mars anymore."

"Oh...well, as you know I only go home at the end of the week so maybe we can hang out now. Like eat lunch together or have a drink after work...or something like that!"

"Actually we'll be seeing each other everyday now. But if you don't get sick of me then yes, lets each lunch together."

"Great! But why will I be seeing you everyday?"

"Because after telling my family about you and the centre they've enrolled my nieces and nephews and younger siblings here...and I offered to drop them off and pick them up."

It was then that Kim noticed the dozen of orc children hiding behind Fenrir. The tallest and what looked the eldest of them stepped forward.

"Hello, I am Athea, uncle Fenrir said your one of the ones who saved the centre."

"Yes, my name is Kim. It's great to meet you AtheaaAA!" The orc girl pulled the human into a tight hug, lifting the adult woman off of her feet.

"Thank you for saving Nova." she mumbled into her chest.

'Ah, the Captain's daughter' Kim thought. "I was just doing what any teacher would do."

After a moment the human was put down and lead the children into the centre. The day went well. Fenrir's young family members were quickly won over by the humans, first with the saving of the centre, then with how they understood how wonderful their planet was rather than terrifying or deadly.

They were also greatly intrigued by how such a small species could survive in a planet that was thought to only be habitable to orcs.

"How can you carry us?" asked Thor, one of Fenrir's youngest brothers. "We're much bigger than a human child."

"Yeah but your not bigger than my cousins who are teenagers. Also just last month I had like 10 kids climbing on me. Two were tighalaxes."

"Your joking!"

...

"It that tumpon?!"

"Hm? We call it maafe, but it's also known as peanut stew, do you want some? It doesn't have any meat in it though."

"Guys Max has tumpon!! Can you tell Fenrir where we can buy the ingredients?"

"Of course. Finally I'll finish what gran gave me without having to gain 10 pounds."

And thus the first day ended on a high note! Now if only Kim could figure out why the children looked at her and nodded while talking to Fenrir...

So this based off of a post by @llamagoddessofficial about humans meeting actual space orcs. Sadly I can't find the actual post. but yeah, here u go, space orc and human meet cute

[superstarcherrycolagirl]

piece of you in how i dress

“cherry” by harry styles

benny cross x reader / 1.1k words

idea: benny rocks a new look

tw: none really, drinking, smoking, cursing, but just a bunch of cuteness

notes: sooo i sent a request to clo a bit ago (b4 we became bestie boos) and i was rereading what she wrote and it was SO GOOD so i kinda wanted to write a little piece abt that!! sorry if this is kinda shit imve been really really busy the past week but i wanted to put something out BUT i hope y’all like this :)) also PLEASE go read @semperamans work bc she is just TOO GOOD and deserves all the love !!

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benny’s always had a distinct look to him. messy hair, ripped jeans, sharp tattoos, scares covering his fists, and a chilling stare on his face that completed his intimidating look. although he and the rest of the vandals all seem to look the same, with their colors on and unique pasts merging together, benny was always recognizable and stood out like a sore thumb.

nobody really questioned why the young vandal was so feral, why his past shaped him into somebody who can either lurk in silence or create chaos out of nothing in the blink of an eye, because it wasn’t anyone's business. sure the vandals began because of the love to ride all day and night, but the community of people was built around acceptance of each member, regardless of their past.

so why the hell would anyone care? the guy just has a classic look to him!

until benny met you.

“wahoo you seeing what i’m seein’?” “the sexy redhead with that tiny skirt on? cause if you are-” “stop fuckin’ droolin’ for a second and turn that thick ass head of yours ‘round! over at the pool table!” due to drinking a ton and smoking weed, it took a while for corky and wahoo to focus on the same thing. and luckily they were able to, looking over at the pool table where benny was watching cal take a strike during their game. his dark shirt and dark jeans were so rough against his skin, that the pop of blush pink was throwing the two guys off. a little pink blob was tied around a belt loop on benny’s jeans, standing out like a sore thumb.

to say that wahoo and corky were stumped was an understatement “what is that shit on his pants?” “i d’know, that’s why my last resort was askin’ you” “ah fuck you too shithead! if you care s’much let’s jus’go ahead n’ask him” wahoo stood up first with corky trailing behind as they walked to the pool table, the mix of alcohol and pot in their systems making them stumble and laugh.

once they reached the table they immediately approached benny, perching their hands on his side of the table “hey benny! did ya’ fairy godmother visit you in ya’ sleep last night?” “or a.. a princess spare y’any gifts?” the boys started chattering, trying to hint to benny at what they were talking about “what t’hell are you goin’ on about? did you take some of that shit sonny got?” benny was genuinely confused, wondering what in gods name wahoo and corky took to be asking him about fairies and princesses. “what y’mean? look at you! all pretty in pink for us tonight! jus’wanna know what lucky lady gave y’that?” corky said with a laugh, which got the attention of cal.

oh here we go.

benny put it together in his head what they were laughing about, and a rush of pink started to fill the cheeks. he completely forgot he had your pink scare tied to him, you asked him to hold onto it because it was bothering your neck. he didn’t even think of it, and now caught off guard that his friends noticed.

he didn’t know what to say. was everyone else gonna start teasing him? telling him that he’s changed and now all soft? he had no idea. but as he was trying to open his mouth to say something, cal already beat him to it.

“you guys know who gave that to him, she’s literally been in here 3 times this week! spared your sorry asses some cookies that were for the ladies!” cal chirped in, his voice gaining the intoxicated guys attention “benny’s right, what the fuck did y’all take? can’t have y’forget so much that your dicks are hanging out ‘cause you forgot how to zip up your flies!” he said vulgarly, but earning a little chuckle from benny “now go smoke whatever shit sonny gave you outside! m’getting a headache” cal told corky and wahoo. both benny and cal watched them walk away, drowning in drunken cackles.

benny turns his head back to cal, seeing him take a sip of his beer before shifting his attention back to him “so how is she? i noticed that she isn’t with you tonight?” cal’s question threw off benny for a moment, surprised that he’d be asking about his girl. “yeah she’s good. she uh.. picked up an extra shift early for the mornin’, so she stayed home so she could get a good sleep,” benny said softly, the shift to talking about his girl made the blush creep even higher “almost didn’t show tonight ‘cause i wanted to help her relax, but she insisted for me to come here anyway” he said with a smile. oh how stubborn you could be.

“well i'm glad that she’s well, y’got a hard working lady on y’hands” cal said in response, noticing how shy benny got “listen, you and i both know that they're off their asses tonight, so don’t let their teasing rattle you, i know they respect her as much as the rest of us do” cal spoke to benny calmly, unsure if he was upset with their friends “no no i.. i’m not mad. i feel the opposite really,” benny looked down at the sweet pink scarf against his jeans “jus’happy that’ll get to see her once i get back home” he looked up at cal with a smile. it’s already getting pretty late, and benny told you that he’d drive you to work in the morning, so he might as well just call it a night and head out.

and just like that it was like cal read his mind “well why don’t you go on and get to it, i’ll cover our drinks right here” cal offered, which benny returned with a nod. he benny grabbed his leather jacket, and started walking away, cal spoke up one more time

“tell her i wish her luck, and hope to see the both of you on friday” “i promise i will”

and with that final promise he was out the door, hopped on his bike, and was on his way home. while driving down the dimly lit roads he’d glance down at your scarf blowing in the wind, and couldn’t help but smile. ‘a little piece of you in how he dressed’ some could say.

he couldn’t wait to get home.

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #11

synopsis: when aot characters get drunk🍺

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: exams are finally over and its SUMMAA so i switched up my theme, rip coquette hanjisungslag u will b missed x

☆ eren jaeger

loves a strong bow and a corona on a warm summers day x

is a lightweight

one beer and he is off his rocker

gets hyper in several different ways, happy, giggly, angry etc.

passed out by 22:00

☆ mikasa ackerman

she’s a cider girlie!!

loves a rekorderlig & kopparberg (strawberry & lime and mixed fruits specifically)

tries some people’s gins and vodkas and it ain’t for her

she’s a lightweight too

she’s so shocked how hard it hits her

she’s a lot more chatty and giggly

goes red in the cheeks > <

☆ armin arlert

he tries beer. doesn’t like san miguel. hates stella.

will take a corona on a sunny day though…

but he likes a cider!

he looovveesss any fruity drinks

he’s not a lightweight or heavyweight, good middle ground

gets sooo chatty

the type of drunk to info dump on you / talk about their special interests

☆ jean kirsten

drinks mostly everything. strongbow, cider, maybe be cheeky and have a rum!

also tequila tbh

he’s a bit of a lightweight tbh

but he refuses to admit it 😭

he’s a chill drunk, he’ll sit and chat and drink

but bro is RAVENOUS like he will eat a fuckin buffet and a half afterwards.

spends more money on food than actual drink

☆ sasha braus

AH SHE LOVES A PITCHER FROM SPOONS X

her, ymir and historia deffo get some refreshing, fruity pitchers between em all.

they’re literally just girls… 😖

she’s a lightweight duhhh!!

she’s 100% busting a move on the dance floor

there’s also a liability.

and she is that liability. she is constantly running off

☆ connie springer

 MY GUY IS A VODKA MAN I SAID IT

he gets sooo drunk

like i’m talking running away with sasha, doing karaoke, dancing, chatting to EVERYONEE

THE no 1. yapper when drunk

by the end of the night he was 10 new best friends, invited to three weddings and several after parties.

he’s deffo the one who ends up being sick but he’s so ready to drink afterwards😭(don’t let him)

☆ reiner braun

heavyweighhhhttt

he starts off with ‘man’ drinks like san miguel, stella etc.

HOWEVAA i know this man loves a voddy and coke and gin.

i just know when this man is pissed and wants another one he is getting his bloody pink gin

he’s rizzing people up sooo hard like reiner stawp 😜

he’s so sweet and pookie when drunk like he’s just chatting and hugging all his friends

☆ bertolt hoover

actually loves a san miguel

everyone’s so surprised by this?

he’s also a heavyweight

he’s tall ok, more of him to get drunk

when he’s drunk HES A TALKERR

it’s like it’s all been built up and now he’s exploding with words and conversations

deffo says way too much for his liking and regrets it deeply in the morning.

expect an apology message in the morning (even tho he has nothing to apologise for, bless)

☆ annie leonhart

heavy weight

this girl is on vodkas with lemonade hmk x

when she’s drunk she’s soo red

she’ll find someone to just sit and chill with

doesn’t want to embarrass herself or bring attention to herself.

she’s so funny when she’s drunk

pulls out ALL the stops when it comes to jokes

she’s always giggling at everyone doing some dumb shit

☆ levi ackerman

heavy weight!

he doesn’t drink much anyways

but if he is, its whiskey or tia maria in some coffee

he’s usually the one watching everyone, not getting too drunk

making sure no one is dead x

but he always ends up tipsy at the least

although he’s supposed to be baby sitting

he cant help but slightly smirking at anything anyone says.

☆ erwin smith

heavy weight once again

doesn’t like to get too drunk

he’s an old man now cmon

my man is drinking wine like merlot, pino, etc

he’s so elegant when drinking

but by the end of the night his hair is messed up baddd

he says loads of stuff and regrets it.

obviously it’s nothing too extreme but just him being silly

gets super sleepy though. wine drunk 🙁

☆ hange zoë

SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS

literally adores shots

just goes crazy on them tbh

after an hour, they’re buying shots for EVERYOONNNEEE

definitely broke by the end of the night.

has to start giving themselves a limit every time they go out

ANYWAYS an absolute party animal

hitting up the clubs

hitting the DANCE FLOOR DUH!

[bakugotrashpanda]

Summer Lovin’

Chapter 2: Beach

Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Hawks, Dabi x Reader

⫸ Word Count: 879

⪢ Chapter Select

⪢ Previous Chapter

It’s your pity party, not Kaminari’s.

Your bedroom claimed, you walk out onto the connecting balcony and admire the waves crashing down on the shore in the distance. Pure sand runs from the waves all the way to the edge of the property where sparse grass intermixed with more sand surrounds a fire pit. A stack of plastic chairs and patio furniture line the house, ready for use at any moment.

The late afternoon sun warms your face and you take another deep, cleansing breath. Inside, you can hear Ochako and Mina gushing about the house. They seem just as excited as you do to have a comfy night in. This is your weekend.

“Hey neighbor,” Kaminari singsongs from across the way. His voice is nails on a chalkboard for your relaxed state. He stands on his own balcony waving at you. Crossing your arms, you squint and bite your tongue. You could rip him a new one. You could tell him off for ruining your trip… Or you could be civil. Just in case.

“How many of you are there?” you finally ask.

“It’s just the guys,” Kaminari calls back. That could be anyone.

“And who would that be?” you ask with a saccharine smile pasted on your face.

“Me, Kirishima, Todoroki, Bakugou,” Kaminari counted on his fingers. He bit his lower lip and narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t through… Did he invite…?

“Anyone else?” Your breath hitches as he thinks. There’s only one name you don’t want to hear, and the longer he thinks, the worse your stomach cramps with dread.

He scratches the back of his head. “Keigo said he might stop by for a bit, but he has some work stuff to do nearby.” First name basis with the higher ups, damn.

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it!”

Relief sweeps through you. His name wasn’t listed. “Good! And as long as you stick to your half of the beach, we’ll stick with ours.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he protests. With a wave, you turn on your heel and walk back through the gossamer curtains streaming out the door with the wind.

A few ciders later, the car is unpacked and the music is flowing in the house. Golden rays streak across the sky tinted with hints of indigo. You and Ochako pile firewood next to a circle of chairs as Mina tends to the start of a fire. You have all the fixings for s’mores, veggie kabobs, hotdogs, and boozy brie. You’re ready to catch up on all the gossip you’ve missed – and rant about your break up if prompted.

“Smells like a campfire over here!”

You resist rolling your eyes at your ever-present neighbor.

“Denki go back to your side of the beach,” you sigh. Hurt gold eyes stare at the cozy fire being built before pleading silently with you. Well he has another thing coming if he thinks that is going to work on you.

“Ah c’mon, don’t be like that,” he jokes and fully walks into your yard.

“What’s your girlfriend going to think of you hanging out with a buncha single ladies?” you tease him. Single. And it doesn’t hurt to say that. Almost. The breakup hadn’t been amicable and you fought tooth and nail for everything you kept. It almost felt like a divorce with how things were divided, but you were never married.

“She’s… gone,” Kaminari shoves his hands into his pocket. Kicking a loose pebble, you can tell he sinks slowly into his own thoughts – that’s where you had been earlier in the week. The what ifs and was it really me? playing out in his mind.

“Shit Denks,” Mina pats a chair near her for him to sit in. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He plops down and Momo joins on one side as Mina sits on the other. “So we’re here to take my mind off it.” 

What a coincidence, that was supposed to be my weekend too.

As if planned, Todoroki and Kirishima walk over too and start chatting up a storm. Jiro joins and soon everyone settles around the fire – except for you. Unfuckingbelievable. 

“Yeah, come on over,” you mutter under your breath. “This was my pity party, you’re not invited.”

“‘S wrong with you?”

Startled, you jump as Bakugou leans against the edge of the hedge that separates the two houses.

“Bakugou, didn’t expect to see you out here.”

“Can’t do anything else with all the racket you’re making out here.”

“I am doing nothing of the sort,” you say dryly.

“You’re all out here together. And I have to listen to Sir Fumbles-A-Lot bitch about how he messed up with his chick. Again. The whole drive over was about how he bought the tea she likes even though he thinks it tastes like dirt.”

“You can listen to me complain instead,” you say and sneak out a flask from the back pocket of your shorts. “I provide alcohol.”

Bakugou raises an eyebrow. “You broke up with-”

“Don’t,” you say sharply, “Don’t say his name or me and my whiskey go down the beach.” It’s not like saying his name will summon him, but you’d rather not take the chance…

Bakugou grabs the flask and tips it back before nodding towards the sandy shore. “Let’s take a walk.”

⪢ Next Chapter

[aebinspa]

magic clock

PAIRING: gyuvin x y/n reader

SUMMARY: Your friend Rei decides to organize a blind date night at her apartment and innocently invites you to spend the evening with her, without warning you of the situation. Despite your heartbreak, you spend the evening with several guys, only to meet one who is unlike all the others.

GENRES: fluff, yn can't take it anymore and everyone understands it, cameo of hanbin and ricky who are treated badly, rei is the greatest showgirl of her generation, gyuvin was supposed to be a bad boy but i couldn't do it, jiwoong is seriously the only sane one

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: english is not my first language! how much time has passed? too much. i took an exam and passed, then i realized that the life i was leading was taking away all my energy (commuting life is not easy at all). i couldn't write anything and i don't swear i'll write anything else soon. i hope you like this little story about gyuvin (i love him). never give up! take care. be happy, always.

“I need you to calm down. Nothing’s going to happen. Okay, I lied to you and forced you to come here by making you think this was a quiet night, only to tell you that I was planning a blind date night with a bunch of people, but our friendship is stronger than-” Rei went quiet and closed her eyes, ready to receive a huge slap in the face from you.

“You know what?”

Rei looked up and saw you about to say something, so she calmed down.

“Um, tell me Y/n”

“My self-esteem is so low that something like this can only lead to me doing the final act. You’re a great friend” You put a hand on Rei’s shoulder and closed your eyes “You’re a great friend”

“Welcome! Today, at your service, is the most extraordinary woman on campus—a truly remarkable individual. Yes, I’m talking about myself, the incredible Rei. With a vibrant personality and a passion for making every moment count, I strive to bring my best to everything I do. Whether it's in academics, leadership, or simply spreading positivity, I aim to inspire those around me!”

Applause began to get louder and louder in the room, allowing the others to join in. From afar, in the most remote corner, you watched with tired eyes the commitment with which your friend had built this evening.

There were more than fifty people holed up with you in Rei’s apartment, which was now adorned with more seats than a ten-room apartment building could have; each chair was in front of another, and next to each pair was a stopwatch, already set to ten minutes, that would remind the pre-arranged couple when the time was up.

“Good good, I see you’re excited,” another shout made its way through the walls, “your Rei then begins this evening of blind dates dedicated to lonely little hearts”

People began to position themselves in their chairs and, in the process, you received quite a few shoves and a few “sorry” at best.

“Ah, forgive me, any of you who can’t find a partner who matches the spark of love, remember to stop by Rei’s love counter. Hope dies last”

“Um, nice to meet you, I’m Y/n. Nice sweater” In reality the sweater made you shit, but you don’t think it’s the right thing to shout at the handsome boy in front of you.

“Thanks, you have no idea how much it cost me. Balenciaga sees something that us normal humans can’t see. They’re visionaries”

“Yes, of course… But what’s your name?”

“Ricky, nice to meet you. As I was telling you, they are incredible. You should take fashion lessons from someone, this hoodie you are wearing is obscene”

“Are you tired?”

“Um?”

“You’ve just been staring into space for five minutes. I was wondering if you were okay.”

“Oh thank you… Um…”

“Hanbin”

“Thanks, Hanbin, I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t look like it.”

“Hanbin, have you ever thought about minding your own business?”

“A rumor is starting to spread,” the boy in front of you let out a soft laugh.

“Which one?

“That you’re a crazy girl who can’t hold a conversation.”

“Who said that?”

The boy laughed again.

“Everyone you talked to before.”

“They’re right, Jiwoong. Run away while you still can.”

“You know, Y/n, I was forced to come here. You have tired eyes like me and you put on the first thing you found in the wardrobe. I understand.”

“I wanted to dress like this. Think about that crap you put on.” You stood up from your chair and, as if on purpose, the stopwatch started to ring.

“Fuck it! Those slippers of yours suck too. You could have worn shoes, you idiot!”

Jiwoong watched you leave while laughing loudly.

“Rei, I don’t think I’m in the mood for a night like this,” your best friend was busy pouring a couple of drinks, but you continued.

“Since I found out my boyfriend cheated on me with a very tall and filthy rich model, I don’t feel like myself anymore. He was the only one who said he loved me for who I am. I suck, Rei. I’m garbage. No one will ever love me.”

The girl put the tray with the drinks she was filling a second before in your hands and slapped your ass.

“Go give those two Fantas to those two guys over there. Jiwoong and… Gyuvin? I don’t remember. Okay, you get the idea, the hot one and the super hot one.”

“No please Rei, I told him to fuck off first.”

“Which one? The hot one or the super hot one?” “Who would be the super hot one for you?” you asked her questioningly.

“Obviously the one with black hair!” Jiwoong, you thought.

“Um, sorry. The drinks you asked for from Rei”

Jiwoong was the first to turn around and a huge smile spread across his face.

“Hey, Gyuvin. My favorite girl of the night is here” the boy started pinching the other’s shoulder who turned around annoyed.

If the red-haired boy wasn’t handsome enough for Rei, then he was handsome enough for you. You were left breathless. You'd had a thousand ten-minute dates, but you'd never met his gaze before.

“Um, nice to meet you, I’m Gyuvin,” he said taking the cigarette he was smoking out of his mouth and putting it in the ashtray, “you must be the crazy one who wants to be anywhere but here”

“Ahahaha, bingo!” you turned to Jiwoong, unable to hold Gyuvin’s gaze and apologized to him for the moments before, but in response you received a pat on the back and a “Cute friend of yours”. The black haired boy then stood up and walked towards the kitchen, leaving you with the red haired beauty.

“Y/n is my name”

“I know” The boy took the pack of cigarettes and motioned for you to go out with him.

“Sorry, but here at least I can smoke freely” You nodded and immediately sat down in the chair. You stared at the sky intently, unable to say anything.

But Gyuvin didn't agree with you.

“Why do you have these impulses of anger?”

“Being cheated on makes you crazy. Blame that idiot who got caught in bed with someone else."

“What a son of a bitch…”

Five more minutes of silence. Gyuvin had understood that with you he had to moderate his words and go slowly. You, however, in your heart wanted to know much more about that boy.

“Nice red hair. Why this choice?

“Should I get angry? I sense a hint of irony in this question” Gyuvin sat down next to you.

“No, on the contrary. I like them a lot. Blood red.”

Gyuvin started staring at you intensely. Your cheeks turned red in no time; you were unable to handle any of the eye contact. This made the young man laugh out loud, making you cross your arms and look away.

“Come on. Don’t be sour. It’s not every day that you get the chance to see something so beautiful up close.”

“Have you ever thought about going to fuck off, Gyuvin?”

“Yes. I hope with you.” The boy let out another loud laugh.

“Are you drunk?”

“No, but it’s funny to see you like this. I wonder what else you have inside you. How’s the happy Y/n, the excited one, the sad one-”

You put your hands over the boy’s mouth, ready to silence him. He took them away and in that moment you noticed how attractive and big his hands were.

“You’re more charming than you think.”

“Stop being such a jerk.”

Silence.

“What was he like?” Gyuvin began to smoke his third cigarette of the evening.

“Handsome, average height, blonde and pretending to love me. I was so blind. He never loved me. After he cheated on me I asked myself a thousand times why he was with me, but I never could understand it. Maybe he just wanted to make fun of me and he succeeded”

“Um… Listen, Y/n. I’m certainly not the knight who saves the princess but if you need someone I’ll-”

Jiwoong ran towards you, accidentally ending up interrupting his friend.

“Princess Rei is ending the evening. We have to go Gyuvin. Y/n, it was a pleasure” Jiwoong held out his hand and you shook it friendly.

You looked at the clock and were surprised at how much time had flown since you had brought the drinks to the two boys. Jiwoong had a sly smile on his face. Gyuvin, on the other hand, seemed quite uncomfortable.

“Ah, guys, I forgot,” Jiwoong took two crumpled sheets of paper out of his pocket, “Rei sent these, she said they were your love diagrams or something.”

Jiwoong placed two pieces of paper in your hand with red hearts drawn all over them.

The title on the sheet was “Haven’t you found your soulmate? Don’t worry, Rei won’t abandon you.” Below were the answers that the test Rei had forced you to take had generated and, at the bottom of the sheet, the name of a person. The person of your heart. Your sheet contained a name that until a few hours ago would have meant nothing to you: Kim Gyuvin.

You quickly crumpled it up and put it in your pocket. Then you told the two boys to head towards the door, where Rei was waiting for you.

The young woman greeted you with a big smile and reserved a wink for her “super hottie,” who apparently she had managed to win over.

“Nice evening guys. Let's do it again sometime. Now you have no excuses, the stars have spoken for me and have chosen you as a matching couple of the evening! How beautiful!” Rei began to jump with joy. Gyuvin, embarrassed, quickly passed his paper to you.

It was your name. You looked up and noticed the fiery red cheeks of the red-haired boy who had transformed into a full-blown tomato. Oh my god.

Gyuvin and Jiwoong were the last to leave. Before the door closed, Gyuvin held it and turned to you, albeit still embarrassed.

“Here,” he put the empty pack of cigarettes in your hand, “If you ever need a beautiful, tall, red-headed boy who can truly love you, call me”

The door shut, and you leaned wearily against the cool wall, feeling drained. As you sifted through the pack of cigarettes, you found Gyuvin's number tucked inside. 

Rei, glowing with happiness, sat beside you, her warmth a comforting presence. She leaned in and kissed your cheek, a playful smile on their lips. 

“Sometimes it’s best to just stay quiet and follow my lead. Today, Rei is definitely right!”

[stone-stars]

in which murph has a very normal time at the hands of his players

Transcript:

Murph: Wel-come back to Bahumia everybody! [Jake, Emily, and Caldwell echo him with "Bahumia!". Caldwell sounds incredibly enthusiastic.] Murph: He's so excited! Caldwell Tanner, thanks for being here. Caldwell: Ye-ah! Murph: It's not your turn yet, dude! Caldwell: I'm so sorry sir! Murph: Okay? I'm your Dungeon Master Brian Murphy, joined by Jake Hurwitz-- Caldwell: Bahumia! Jake: [laughs] Hey! Dude! Murph: Caldwell! Caldwell: Sorry! Emily: [laughs] Bahumia! Bahumia! Jake: I'm trying to rhyme, man! Murph: Quit stepping on him with your enthusiasm! Caldwell: I'm just so ready to go! Emily: Bahumia! Jake: I worked really hard on this. I di-- [sighs] well forget it. Fuckin' forget it. Murph: No you gotta! Emily: Bahumia! [Overlapping crosstalk as Caldwell and Murph encourage Jake.] Caldwell: You've got this. Murph: You got this. Jake, go ahead, don't let these two enthusiasms get in your way, alright? Jake: Yeah. Alright, no, yeah. I got this. I got this. Yeah. Caldwell: Whoo! He's got this! Jake: Fighting alongside-- Caldwell: You've got this man! Do it! Murph: Stop! You have to stop! Jake: I know I got it! I'm doin' it! (Calder voice) Fighting alongside a frog and a bard with my brand new sword, Shard. [Emily and Caldwell laugh.] Murph: Yeah! Pretty good. I do feel like we built it up though, at a certain point. And there was just-- there was no way you could fully deliver. Jake: Yeah. It would've been perfect if I got it out clean right up top as soon as you introed. Murph: Yeah, if we did a super low energy intro. [Jake: M-hm. Yeah.] Caldwell: I think it was great man, I think it was amazing, I can't wait to hear it again! Murph: Who is this person. And then of course we've got Emily Axford-- Emily: Bahumia! [Everyone laughs. The others continue laughing harder as Murph talks.] Murph: Ohh. Okay?? That's the name of the world. Her character's name is Calliope Petrichor. If for some reason episode 57 of campaign 3 is the first thing you've listened to. That's Emily Axford. (laughing) She plays Calliope Petrichor. She did say before we started, I think almost as a counter-bit to Emily's bit, before we started (laughing) Emily said "I'm not gonna do a rhyme I don't feel like it." And I said "wild energy to bring into the episode!" so Caldwell went the opposite and went overenthusiastic. They're just fucking with me! Everything we do is just an inside joke to make me upset. Caldwell: And now you're caught up! Murph: Yeah, and now we're caught up. Caldwell: Bahumia! Murph: And-- [laughs] and Bahumia. And-- Uh, and then of course we've got Caldwell Tanner-- Jake: (yelling) Bahumia! Emily: Yeah!!! Jake's in on it!! Caldwell: See, it feels good! It feels good. Murph: Okay. Caldwell Tanner, of course, plays Sol-- Caldwell: Ohhh, Sol Bufo [Murph: Okay.] I'm feeling fine, just found out I'm two of a kind, [Emily: ooh!] and now I'm gonna go and find out if Swag's still alive. I'm really trying to thrive here. Bahumia. [The others laugh. As they talk, Caldwell laughs too.] Murph: You lost me. But you had me for a moment. And that's more that can be said for the other guys. Jake: Wow. Emily: Bahumia. Murph: [laughs] Bahumia. Jake: Bahumia, guys. Murph: Sure. Hey guys, Bahumia. We did it. We did it everyone. Alright? Everyone settle. Settle? Okay?

[The others sigh as if relaxing, and chorus "yeah."] Murph: Ready? Alright. Let's do-- let's do-- Caldwell: Eldermourne. Murph: Not the right campaign. Not the correct campaign. Caldwell: Shit, sorry. Murph: Let's go ahead and do a little-- [laughs as Emily interrupts him] recap-- Emily: That's Calliope's middle name. [Everyone laughing.] Murph: (through laughter) Shut. The fuck up. Everyone. Alright. [Pause as everyone continues to laugh.] Jake: S-- sorry. Murph: So last time, you left Calder's home to pursue Gowan to the Ice Knife, but received a call from Albin along the way-- [laughs] Shut up, dude. Jake: Bahumia. Bahumia. [Everyone laughs.] Murph: This is precious information! Jake: Bahumia! Emily: Bahumia! Bahumia. Caldwell: (exaggerated) Bahumia! Murph: Yeah, okay. You guys are like pokemon now? [The others laugh.] Okay. Alright. Worst bit ever. Okay. [Jake: Bahumia] You recieved a message from Albin--

Murph: -- You were greeted by a ghostly message in the ice that said Friends… Murph and Emily: Betray! Emily: I remember! Murph: You remember. Good job, Em. Jake: Holy shit. She's back. Murph: You get a sticker. Emily: I wrote it in my notebook. Murph: Very good! [Emily: Yeah, yeah, yeah.] That almost makes up to your behavior for the first three minutes of the show [The others laugh.]

Murph: And that's where we are now. Caldwell: Alright! All my real betrayal heads get ready! Emily: Yeah! Caldwell: This is where it starts! Murph: [laughs] Shut up. All of you. [Everyone laughs.] Caldwell: (through laughter) I can't. I have to talk for another hour at least. I'm so sorry. Murph: It's all good. Alright. So--

Murph: Sweet, well we'll talk more about this over on our Patreon. That's patreon.com/naddpod that's N-A-D-D-P-O-D-don't sing yet-- [Emily and Jake start to sing "We"] Caldwell: Bahumia! Murph: Yeah, remember that. [laughs] D-- Do you guys remember that? Uh-- Emily: Bahumia! Caldwell: What are you talking about, man? Murph: Bahumia! Does anyone else have anything they'd like to plug? Emily: Bahumia! Murph: Bahumia, yeah. Jake: Oh, yeah, I would love to plug Bahumia. Murph: Yeah. Check it out. Campaign 1, campaign 3. Caldwell: The world. Emily: Oh! [Murph: uh-huh] Uh, actually can I plug Bahumia? Murph: Great. Really good job, guys. Awesome. Caldwell: It's an incredible world. Incredible place. [Murph: yep!] Check out all of the incredible environs there. Murph: Yeah. Check it out. Uh- You can follow us on, uh-- Emily: Bahumia. Murph: You can follow us on social media that we may or may not use. @ chmurph's me, @ caldy's Caldwell, @ eaxford's Emily-- [Emily: @ bahumia] -- @ jakehurwitz is Jake-- Jake: I'm actually-- I'm actually @ bahumia. Murph: Follow our campaigns on Bahumia-- Emily: I'm also @ bahumia. Murph: I don't think you are. And you can tweet about the show using #naddpod that's N-A-D-D-P-O-D. [They sing "We are, We are" as the audio fades out, but Caldwell and Jake replace the words with "Bahumia"]

[survivalqueenblog]

GINNY AND GEORGIA S3 REVIEW: (spoilers!!!)

I genuinely love that this show makes me love a character and then flip that on me the next freaking season and it’ll make sense! I’ll still agree with the characters previous motivations. The only comically evil characters are gil, the rest of the dead exs and georgias parents. Everyone else is morally grey.

Let’s take Paul. Never my favourite but lived up to the decent guy standard. And then we see him make decisions that make us hate him. But he was right! His wife was a murderer who lied to him and deceived him. She faked a fucking pregnancy! Honestly I wasn’t mad he left her, I thought he was justified. It was the speech and that public no comment. And the part that really drove it home was when he hit the wall. That’s a dv victim! Wtf?

But the writers built it slow. It was diabolical. We lost faith in him episode by episode.

Then we have Georgia. Honestly this is Georgias weakest season. She was stuck in a house faced with the consequences of all her shit. I honestly found it hilarious.

I should mention that my mom basically was Georgia Miller? Minus the murders. Instead we had debts and she stole quite a bit from family. Same strength of will, same insane charisma. You met my mom? You’d remember her. Same mental illness ( bipolar) same refusal to ever admit wrongdoing.

I raised my mom more than she’d raised me by the end of it.

ANYWAY I really relate to Ginny. But this season was tough on me with Ginny. I understood the acting out but a lot of it just kinda stressed me out?

But brilliantly done. Her refusal to give up on Georgia? Fighting Zion ? It was insane. I wondered how I would have reacted to my shitty situation coming to a close, and yeah, I would’ve gone back too.

I hated what she said to Maxine though. It was so insanely mean girl coded that I felt repulsed. I was like my God I would never talk to anyone again if they said that to me. The whole thing was pure high school flashback nightmare. I genuinely hated Ginny in that moment.

Maxine was in hell this season. And for doing the right thing. For wanting her friends to talk to her. Having to pretty much parent her brother was bad enough. Having your friends basically tell you they don’t want to be around you? Without actually having done something to deserve that? Everything’s good, we just drifted apart?

I know it’s wishful thinking but I hope she just shuts them all out and becomes friends with bracia, the least toxic teen in that high school. Obviously we’ll see a period of suffering followed by the return of mang.

Or maybe it’s the break up of a friends group that drifted apart after Max broke up the group last season and was mean to everyone. I mean realistically you stop trusting someone when they do what Max did.

Ah teenage years. Fuck you.

Marcus was perfection, thank you felix. Felt every moment of his need to disappear into oblivion.

In case it was not obvious Maxine grew on me this season. I think this is the first time I’ve loved her. She changed for the better. Maxine was amazing this season.

Abbbyyyy. Abby was on fire this season. I’ve always kinda disliked Abby because she is such a bitch but I loved her this season. Didn’t love what she did to Max. It felt revenge coded.

Nora? Meh.

I’m joever forever so we know how I felt about that, I almost fainted when he took off his shirt, thank you Jesus.

And end. I’ll write more later if I see a response!

[weirdleeenough]

One Shot, Adventure

It really is falling in love. And the fall is treacherous.

At least it's an adventure along the way.

Reader w/a Crush! Unrequited Love, Questionable Overuse of the Word Adventure. SFW! 10 Second Bad Guy.

Monkey D Luffy / You

What exactly is an adventure?

You hadn't really paid much mind to the concept.

It wasn't a very important or necessary thing at the time, so who could blame you? Sure, you'd understood the basic idea of it.

Going somewhere to find something interesting. But, wasn't the word adventure so ambiguous? It was a risk, and a journey and then also an experience. You knew very well that none of those words were synonymous, of course.

Actually, your real question all along was, what was so amazing about an adventure?

Amazing enough that Monkey D. Luffy felt that the mere mention of one would make you just drop everything. All that you'd built, and healed and survived from. None of it would matter in the face of an adventure. It was his assurance, his promise, his smile.

Adventure could make you leave it all behind and say, 'Ah, it was worth it.'

You doubted it.

Monkey D. Luffy didn't.

Then Monkey D. Luffy slayed a man who felt like a God, and waltzed his way to Barry's Inn. Ate what you were sure was a meal even a whale would leave leftovers of. Laughed, laughed, ate again, drank, was so merry as he chatted.

All these collective moments were a part of his adventure.

You weren't sure there was much to it.

You just wanted to watch it a little longer. Because if you watched him long enough, you'd definitely find the right answer.

So, you joined his crew and became some diluted, proxy form of a pirate.

Now to answer your question, what really is the adventure? The future you could say with your chest that it was the itch on your back legs. Luffy got flees from the last island and no one's quite sure exactly how they're still living.

The adventure was the Merry's dining table, bite mark shaped indent at the edge because sometimes Luffy just doesn't stop eating. It was your comb tangled with reddish sun-tanned strands. And the bathroom that smelled of Zoro's lost stinky boot. Just where the hell was it?

The adventure was an island made of spoons, and a dog with human ears. It was Luffy deciding he'd go for a swim knowing very well the water was his undoing. Chopper dropped something off the side of Merry by accident, you know?

Usopp lied about being the last person to take a shit.

Zoro just might need glasses.

Nami wears the same bra size as you.

Luffy loves you.

Well, not just you. He loves everyone. In this clumsy way where he's the protector, the merriment, the one's who's so overbearingly honest you wish he'd just shut up.

The adventure was that love, in that moment, that you wished you possessed in the same way. Why couldn't you look at every person, and every breeze and every breath as the adventure?

Why only him.

Why could you love only him.

Only his family. Only his moment.

The adventure consumed you, and here comes the risk, here comes the journey. May experience find you and drown you in that smile.

Oh, did experience find you. Maybe today was divine punishment. Today was the moment adventure got a little hungry and wandered off on his own. Nami needs new shoes. Usopp just might be off somewhere being the pirate king. Zoro's looking for liquor and Chopper is looking for Zoro.

You're alone.

And everything you reeled from and healed from had found you again.

He came like a wave and washed you away, battered you against the cliffside and made you wish you never left that god forsaken island for something as small and vague and meaningless as an adventure. You were fated to lay here, weep here, die here.

You swore adventure was nothing in the face of this man who'd held you captive since you were a babe. Who you barely escaped with torn flesh, blood dripping fingertips, ashen mouth agape. The man who stood so tall his shadow blocked the sun, the moon, and the stars.

He crushed you beneath his boot, would take your life if only adventure didn't appear with a snare.

"Are you okay?"

That's what Luffy asked you. Then he turned, smiled like if nothing was ever wrong or shameful or miserable. He told Zoro to come get you and that was the last you saw of that. Until half an hour later when the earth shook and the cliffside crumbled. Luffy came back dusted, with a scrape on his lip and elbow.

This was adventure too. You were adventure.

Curse it's name.

You never wanted adventure, you wanted a boy named Monkey D. Luffy. A fickle thing love is.

Careful, don't get confused.

It's an easy thing to do when adventure smiles at you like that.

sorry this took as long as it did. and sorry it feels as empty as it is. i think i just got tired of staring at it in my drafts🥲.

[symphonic-scream]

More Inaba Wildcard Ryuji

Arcana reminder;

Fool Ryuji, Chariot Makoto (transmasc), Magician Ann, Priestess Haru, Emperor Goro

Just. The boys out jogging,

Ryuji: why do you wear a shirt for this? Like, you keep pulling at it like it's bothering you

Makoto: oh, I just... I don't like having my scars visible. I get enough stares as it is, since they all know about me, but it's worse when, they can see "what I've done to myself",

Ryuji: well, if those who are trying to bring you down are loud, guess we've gotta be louder

Makoto: what

Ryuji: us; me, Haru, and Ann-

Makoto, muttered: Haru, Ann and I-

Ryuji: we're trying to lift you up, so we gotta be louder so you don't hear the downers!

Makoto: dude,,

Ryuji: we can try doing it so early that no one's out yet-

Makoto: neither of us will wake up for that

Ryuji: okay, so we'll do it late at night! Or in the mountains, where no one can see you, until you feel like you can run without a shirt in town!

Ryuji, from the city, very socially "who gives a fuck let's ball"

Makoto, small town trans guy, doesn't wanna ruin his family's rep in town too much for his sister's sake

But man. Sae would see him return from a run with Ryuji in just track pants and greet him with a proud smile

Oh, and

Like. Ryuji comes to Yasogami and is like "when are track tryouts" and Makoto ahs to look at him and say they have two sports. Basketball or Soccer.

Ryuji: what do you play?

Makoto: oh, I don't. They've never let me on either team

Ryuji: then how are you so built, bro?

Makoto: I do martial arts from home, and I go for a run every day

Ryuji: RUNNING YES LEMME JOIN YOU

Ryuji is a track runner so he's completely unprepared for the cross country shit Makoto does as a wake up and it's comedy day one of the social link

Ryuji: WHAT *gasp* THE *gasp* EFF

Makoto: running uphill is hard to adjust to

Ryuji: WHY DO YOU DO IT

Makoto: great calves

City boy gets the "hills exist" treatment

Ryuji: we should have a bros night!

Makoto: as long as it's not Saturday, Haru and I have our own sleepovers every week

Ryuji: dude you two are adorable together, of course I'll pick another day! Uh, Tuesday?

Makoto: sure, yours or mine? My sister won't be home until late-

Ryuji: come over, it'll help prove to my Ma that I have friends

And now. MakoHaru content

The woes of a small town trans boy. Everyone has known him since he was born. The dichotomy of being so known but no one really knowing ***you***

And, well, he's always had his best friend at his side. And maybe he's been in love with her for years, and maybe she's had a thing for him for just as long. Maybe they have weekly sleepovers, with her wearing one of his crew necks, and it's the only time he doesn't feel self conscious about his chest scars, and maybe they've been sleeping in the same bed for years, curled together like they're the last two people on earth who understand,

And I like to think, that the night they rescue Haru from the TV world, he goes home with her. After her dad bear hugs her, and tugs him in as well, Makoto holds her close in her bed. His lip is wobbling, and she's very tired, but she knows him. Knows he's probably too in his head. She cups his face, gently, and kisses the edge of his lips, just a soft peck

Makoto: ...'Ru,

Haru: shhh, I'm sleepy. When we wake up,, make sure to kiss me, okay, silly boy?

Makoto: whatever you want, I'll do anything for you

Haru: then lie with me and sleep,

They kiss in the morning. They kiss, a lot. Haru is still feeling a bit tired, and Makoto takes the day off school without a second thought. They don't spend the *whole* day kissing, but Haru finds she loves how Makoto looks with wide, red eyes, a dopey lil smile, flushed down to his chest. Hair a lil rumpled,

Haru: you look really good when you're happy like this

Makoto: you- you're always so pretty,, gorgeous even!

Haru: oh, my Silly Boy,

Haru: my boyfriend is built like a Greek statue. He is the temple. And yet, he is still cuddly. He's a simp. He loves me like I created the universe just for him,, I might not want to immediately get married after graduation like my dad once wanted, but one day, I *will* be his wife. Gladly, happily, for eternity

Makoto: ...Haru,,, she's so,,, *goes red and hides his face and makes a loud whining noise*

IT meetings on the roof or in the cafeteria with Haru sitting on Makoto's lap, his arms around her middle as she plays with his hands, his chin on her shoulder, him paying more attention than her-

Makoto, softly: what do you think, Darling?

Haru: hm? About what?

Makoto: about the case

Haru: mm, I agree with whatever you're thinking, Love. You have a clever mind

Makoto: you weren't listening were you?

Haru: nope. Thinking about kissing you at our sleepover tonight, handsome

Makoto: skdbfkfbfkfnfjf

Goro: can we ban them from sitting together at meetings? I'm going to be sick.

Ryuji: bro, homophobia is never okay

Goro: IM GAY

Ann: HE'S DODGING THE QUESTION

And now, some Haru stuff

Haru's thing with her dad is he was basically pressuring her to try to get married after graduation, not to anyone in particular, but she really wanted to go to college (with Makoto) and they end up talking it out when she gets back from being in the TV

His reasoning? He's worried he'll die one day like her mother and leave her alone, and there won't be anyone to care for her. His whole reasoning is he wanted to make sure that no matter what, there would be someone to take care of her

Haru: have you ever considered, that I could care for myself?

Okumura: then I'd have to admit you've grown up from my precious little girl, and I guess I was still thinking of you as my baby girl

(yes he isn't completely evil here)

And. Finally. Goro and Makoto stuff

The whole camping thing. No one but Goro will share a tent with Makoto, and they're both lying there silently

Goro: they're all idiots for hating you for being a boy. You have much worse qualities.

Makoto: shut up, prick

They're both smiling, just a little

Makoto pushes him into the river the next day

Goro: YOU ASSHOLE

Makoto: wow, that was a weird gust of wind

Antagonistic friendship

But at the end of the day, it's clear they have the other's back.

Makoto arrives to school earlier than usual and notices Goro cleaning out Makoto's shoe locker silently. Cleaning off graffiti, throwing out trash and notes-

Makoto doesn't say a thing. He starts silently dropping spare food in Goro's bag before lunch.

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Still haven't picked out where the others really fit in besides Star Joker. Still thinking of how to make those dynamics work, but I'm really open to opinions and suggestions cause I'm blanking

[crosbyism]

Sid’s spiritual heir being Mitch Marner feels very correct and does also explain NateMac’s effusive praise of Mitch. It had never occurred to me, but that’s like perfect characterization.

Like, of course, if you idolize Sid and somehow stalk him into very close friendship, you’d *know* how hard he worked and how often he got told he wasn’t built for the NHL even though he was always the best guy on the ice most nights, by the media and his own teammates, not just other players, and then you see the *same* story being told in Toronto about a guy whose hands look like magic to everyone and especially you (because you are the kind of a brute-force player, better bigger faster stronger, that everyone has always respected more) and see the shit he gets, of course, you’d think, yes, this one, He is the same brand of *special*.

And then you can give a bunch of very intense interviews that make strangers on the internet wonder exactly how hard you’re lobbying your GM to get this boy for you since *the boy* is never leaving his sinking ship, but this boy might.

(To be clear, I don’t want that outcome, but I was just baffled by how often Mitch came up for Nate pre-season, like chill out buddy)

ah these two asks are gonna make me dig up the draft of the essay i have lying around about generational talents, narratives, and “the first male hockey player to experience misogyny”

also @ first anon, you’re spot on with all the parallels, that’s exactly why i said it. Although I will say that I don’t think NateMac consciously sees a lot of parallels between Mitch and Sid. Subconsciously? Who knows. He is the Sid superfan after all.

I don’t think Sid personally sees a lot of himself in Mitch— Sid was an absolute spitfire as a rookie, a hissing ball of rage trying to prove himself. Mitch was… decidedly not that. He was also a lot more gracefully sociable, less awkward. More of a glue guy.

Despite all of that, if there’s any heir to Sid’s narrative within the next generation, it’s decidedly Mitch—

Ah, I’m going to have to dig up that draft, aren’t I?

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Looks like you guys are getting another fic. So here it is, misfits! Have some adorable Chaggie/RainbowAngel fluff! (I wrote this at like 3 to 4 a.m., so yeah, that's why it's shorter than my other fics)

When magic goes awry:

“Uh what the fuck am I looking at?”

Those words were on everyone's minds as something small, red, fluffy and with a shit eating grin was seen. In front of the little creature was a familiar mic as it snatched it up. “Ah mierda!” (Oh fuck!) Vaggie yelped as the critter skittered past her and snatched her spear with a cheeky grin.

“Quick catch it!” Charlie barked, sending the boys on a goose chase with the weird creature. “I seriously didn't mean to turn Al into that thing, honest!”

Angel looked back at her as the creature ran past him. “Quick Niff catch it!”

“Oh sir you look so cute, c'mere so I can hug you!” Niffty chased the critter alongside the boys.

Vaggie was grimacing, holding her hand which the creature had bit. “Fucking cannibal teeth…” She hissed as golden blood leaked from the bite.

“Oh shit!” Charlie gasped seeing the wound and quickly ran over from the other side of the room. “Fuck I'm really sorry Vaggie!” She started fretting since it was kinda her fault Alastor got turned into that thing. The grey skinned woman looked up at her girlfriend who was panicking. “It's not your fault hon, blame your dad since he's the one who caused this mess…” Vaggie narrowed her eye at Lucifer who was laughing at the chaos.

“I think it's an improvement? Besides, what's the harm in a little prank??” The short king replied with a big grin much to Charlie’s dismay. “First time I asked you to teach me some more magic and you pull this?!” The princess glared at her dad.

“C’mon char-char, it's harmless..” Lucifer laughed nervously however gulped seeing his child flash her demonic eyes at him. “Go. Fix. This. Now.”

“On it apple pie!” Lucifer yelped, bolting off to join the others while they chased down Alastor.

Vaggie blinked looking up at Charlie who looked annoyed. “Hey it's not that bad hon..” She started but soon blushed when Charlie brought that wounded hand to her lips and kissed the knuckle. “I know.. It's just I hate seeing you get hurt..”

Vaggie’s gaze softened, with everything that's happened such as the hotel being rebuilt after the fight with Adam’s army, she felt the same way about Charlie getting hurt too. “Babe..” Her hand raised and slightly tucked some hair behind Charlie’s cute little pointed ear. “Look on the bright side, he didn't bite the bad hand..?”

Charlie pouted at that attempt, but then gently took the injured hand with both her own and started to channel some magic into them. The bite wound disappeared with ease as Vaggie blinked. Right Charlie was half seraphim since Lucifer was a fallen angel. “Babe… The battle with heaven, with what we lost… I have nightmares about it..” The princess admitted with her ruby eyes looking down at the new carpet.

“I know hon, me too.. But can I show you something?” Vaggie smiled softly and sat down on the armrest of the sofa. “What is it?” Charlie couldn't help but be curious as she sat beside her girlfriend.

As everyone else chased Alastor around the newly built hotel, Vaggie extended a wing over Charlie, though what came next made the princess do a double take after she started to idly stroke the feathers. “It only happens when I'm really comfortable, and since I don't have to hide anymore…” Vaggie’s cheeks turned into a beautiful shade of gold as Charlie felt her girlfriend purr, it sounded like a soft falcon coo.

Those ruby eyes went wide as Charlie's jaw dropped. “Since when can you do that?!” She jolted up staring. “It's seriously the cutest fucking thing ever!”

“Well all exorcists can do this, but only with those they're really comfortable with as it is a sign of affection. Don't get me wrong, hon, I was incredibly comfortable with you but I just felt so guilty about hiding my secret I just couldn't really relax enough to do this..” Vaggie admitted with a sheepish scratch to her neck.

Charlie blinked but smiled softly bringing Vaggie in for a cuddle. “Well here's something you didn't know I could do… It's embarrassing but..” She blushed and did a very cute wolf-like growl followed up by a soft goat meh.

Now it was Vaggie's turn to do a double take. But before she could say anything a loud crash was heard. “Fuck he knocked over all the pans in the new kitchen!” Angel Dust yelled as Alastor ran out of said kitchen towards the cuddling girls.

Charlie blinked seeing a devilish grin on Vaggie's face. “Tiempo de venganza pequeña mierda..” (Payback time you little shit) She moved in front of her princess and tossed something at Alastor.

The critter stopped and dropped the items in his jaws before he started to play with the item. It was a little yellow ducky plushie with catnip inside. “Why do you have that..?” Charlie asked bewildered.

“Was going to toss it at Husk if he ever pissed me off enough. But he's a decent guy so it's fine to use it now.” The angel grinned smugly as the others looked slack jawed.

“Is that why I kept smelling something nice on you?!” Husk blinked as Angel laughed.

Lucifer just stared “Why did it have to be a duck…” He groaned as the critter tore it apart to get at the catnip inside.

After a while, the spell was reversed as Alastor rose up looking pissed. He soon started to chase Lucifer around the hotel with his shadow in hot pursuit as well. That was the last time anyone decided to pull a prank on Alastor.

(Couldn't resist the cursed cat Alastor bit too. Also thanks for the idea of Vaggie possibly being able to purr? I thought it was the cutest idea!)