#posting this without proofreading so yikes

[vqrtualheartss]

Without Barriers — e42!Miles x Fem!Black!Reader

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Hi chatt, unuh miss me? 🙂.

Anywho, part 3 of this thing

I been inactive but I swrr it's just school, I been inactive n shit but I still love writing and adore Spider-verse (I'm still hyper fixated. Helpp.)

Also looks like I have part 4&5 to give after I properly proofread, bye lovess

These past few weeks in Earth 42 have been quite eventful to say the least. Not to mention you breaking the promise to yourself that you'll never fall in love with Miles Morales ever again. I mean, it was inevitable really. Who wouldn't fall in love if someone looked at them like that?

Leading up to school Miles got everything in order for you.

Your hair? Who knew your man was a cosmetologist cause he did you right by that electric blue dye

Clothes? Bought and paid in fulll

He made sure you had common knowledge of everything. Places, people, lingo, social norms even drama, he went as far as teaching you basic fighting techniques.

"I know it may hurt tesoro, but you need to learn. I'm not gonna be there every time to save you."

One thing that had you on ice though was when he brought in fake identification with your new credentials that did not look fake at all. Truly, you didn't want to question it, but your face said what your mouth didn't. Now you looked at the papers then at Miles, back and forth, back and forth.

"I know you have questions, just ask" He spoke up, breaking the unneeded awkward silence when he did.

"I didn't even say anything to you" I retorted

"Good"

That came off with more sass than it should've, from both of you at that.

I hate his attitude at times. "Miles, sit down."

He sat himself where he did before, bracing himself deeper into the chair. "My eyes are up here by the way. "

He laughed when I hissed. Yuh bright bad. Slowly the playful air in the room dissipated, a more serious feel emerging. Miles cleared his throat, he was nervous, okayy. I still kicked my feet while being on the bed, waiting patiently for him to start.

"(y/n)" his leg started to bounce involuntarily

My eyes shifted to him, they already were but this time I looked into his eyes. Lord knows I was not the one for eye contact, so I hid the other half of my face with a pillow. Because, I was ready to giggle, and I don't think it was the time for that.

"You, and I know about how I feel about keeping secrets from each other"

My eyebrows furrowed, but it was true though. Miles told me everything he could remember , his allergies, favorites, dislikes, pet peeves. Even the most personal shit like how the house we shared was a piece of land paid in full by his father before he passed— one for him and another for his mamá. Like I said, everything.

And I never judged him for any of it, no reason to, but right now, I am not familiar or comfortable with this tone. I nodded for him to continue, visibly skeptical of what was to come next.

"And I've been giving you the half-assed truth about what I do. My uncle and I, we work fo- with this man. Kingpin, and the shit we do isn't necessarily good either. I fight, steal, hurt people, a bunch of stuff"

Knowing Miles he would've went on with the list trying to "be transparent" . Drawing an inference he stopped noticing my widened eyes , I wasn't shocked at him. No, it was the insane ass plot twist. In the other dimension it was just Aaron and Kingpin, yikes. Miles gave me my look, my look when I'm signaling for questions or something to make a situation less awkward.

"You kill people? "

He nodded

"Often?"

"They must've sent the feds on my ass"

I wasn't pissed, I swear, but the hitched lip and narrowed eyes inflicted a response from him. He relaxed his shoulders , but he still looked perplexed.

"Never have, almost broke the streak after-" I put up a hand in front of him, stopping whatever he was going say next. I do not care about what you do inside that suit, whatever you want handsome.

I stared blankly, randomly looking over at him when I heard his breathing heavy.

"You're not scared of me right?" He stammered a bit, aw

"Do you plan on hurting me?"

"I know you're not stupid" Just cause yah man nuh mean seh yuh fi wicked

I watch him rest his elbows to the edge of his thighs, I copied his hand placements from before, head in palms, a W over my lower features.

He sighed.

"No, never, nunca baby"

"Then there's your answer: no, never, nunca" Nah call yuh baby too much cause yahv mi siddung like yam inna basket.

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Then came the time when your results for Brooklyn Visions were to arrive. Given that they decided to send the letter a mere two days before school opened was criminal. Already anxious, it didn't help that it was one of those days where Miles was absent for almost all 24hrs.

Your stomach flipped on end, contemplating what to do if you didn't get in, what to tell Miles— you couldn't just stay here doing nothing for the whole day, waste style that. The what if's had you on edge, not wanting to open the letter, so—... you didn't.

Waking up from an afternoon nap, you felt disoriented with no remembrance of earlier. Somewhat aware of the time difference of then till now you went downstairs looking for Miles and instead went for the letter. Although a delayed reaction you shrieked at the words in bold : You're Accepted!. The lingering decibels drew Miles down frantically observing that he didn't even take off his left gauntlet. Seeming as though you were safe, he went up after a while then came back down— to shower presumably, he hated having you near him after he's gone out.

"I got in!"

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"Miles, stop kissing my face, you're gonna bring out my cheeks"

Any average person would've, but not Miles— he wasn't average.

"(y/n), can you leave me alone to give my esposa affection in peace?"

" 'Esposa', yeah right" I scoffed, rightful title

“I don't know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours but dios mio, sure isn't working right.”

Removing the arm from around my body, he took his phone from his pocket and placed it blatantly on the armrest of the couch. Securing his hands on my hips he moved me to the kitchen island then on top of the counter. I stayed put like a porcelain doll in showcase— not that I hated getting treated by him the way he did. Elevating himself on his palms he rubbed the sides of our faces together then pushed himself into my neck.

“Miles, are you a dog?”

“Whatever you want me to be”

Laying down on the counter, his head was adjacent to my thigh. Wrapping an arm around the width he dragged me closer, diminishing any little space left between his head and my body. Placing kisses along the length, I tangled a hand into his hair, massaging and drawing patterns into his scalp. After some time my neck and back started to hurt, constantly I began to rub them and groan. Miles noticed from the glances he took every now and then. He mumbled something into my thigh.

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you”

“Can we stay a bit longer—... please”

I passed him a re-assuring smile. Bringing himself back down he brought a hand of mine with him, toying with it and doing whatever. When I felt it lay flat on his face I assumed he had fallen asleep. Still, my body ached but I didn't want to leave him here by himself.

What could I do without him?

Shit.

After (what I thought were) three quiet yawns later Miles woke up, somewhat. I figured he wasn't fully conscious but enough to piece together the fact that I hadn't left even though I was still hurting. Sitting up, he flexed his wrists, arms, and other limbs, gathering strength before taking me off the counter and placing me on his bed. Instead of the usual hug as our sleeping position, he put a hand on my nape and lower back, kneading away more pain than I were aware of.

"Why didn't you leave?" I wonder

"I would've been bored alone"

"C'mon, you'd be sleeping"

I physically can't nor do I want to sleep without you.

Shaking my head, I held onto his shirt, initiating some type of contact before his hands were free. I looked up at him, completely in disbelief that once again, once more I fell in love with Miles Gonzalo Morales. And he's going to be my doom, I know it

Miless p.o.v

One, I don't think she realizes she said that out loud, and two, you know that feeling when your organs get flushed out and replaced with butterflies? That's basically how I felt. And believe me, half of the time I don't know what to say to her, whatever I say, I just do. She's perfect, mine to ruin, but I don't want to do that, I don't want to hurt her.

She's attached to me— deeply. While that may not be a bad thing, it isn't good either. I've studied (y/n) for a while within us being together, she's the 'i love you so that means I'd die for you' type but I can't let that happen. If anyone's sacrificing themself for the other its me— I wasn't raised otherwise, she hasn't taught me to love otherwise. Crucify me after for leaving my beautiful tesoro on the earth by herself, id deserve it. And I definitely think I'm the only one deserving of her.

Props to the jackass that fumbled, forever grateful to you.

Before I could answer, her hand fell flat against my chest, the warmth of it tugging me into sleep with her.

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Waking up, I saw a blue sky instead of the black abyss I was accustomed to . This became a regular thing since I started sleeping with her— physically, not y'know, she says she's not ready for that. Often, I had to push back meetings and missions with my uncle because of it.

Shit, speaking of that, today I intend to ask my uncle for at least 2 months of off jobs, and I know he'll come through, hopefully. School re-opens tomorrow, and while it's my first time back, it'll be her first time ever. I can't nor do I want to miss this for her.

Getting up, (y/n) gripped tightly onto my shirt forcing me to stay down. They were just her reflexes coming into play, but I still complied, waiting until she was comfortable to get up. From what happened I do not want to wake this girl up again. She placed her head onto my leg, be it any other day I would've stayed until she woke up, but if I wanted those months off I'd need to get my phone somewhere in the kitchen.

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With minimal back and forth, Uncle Aaron and I settled on 3months no jobs (he'd cover) with me coming in every Saturday 9-10, am to pm to keep overview on plan Burn Brooklyn. I promise it isn't what it sounds like.

Handing me my bag, he went behind his mini- bar and poured out something— Bailey's probably. Man is addicted to that shit. I understand though, kinda. What a time when he let me go through his cabinets after a fight with (y/n), I was a mess. She called me a hot mess.

Draping an arm around my neck, he noticed that unlike times before, instead of slanting downwards his arm tilted up.

"You're growing up, and fast Miles" Using the strength from his arm he turned us around to face the windows. Sunrises never intrigued me, but the sunsets were something else. He took a small swig at the cup before continuing.

"You're finding love, making it out, doing your best" I noticed hand movements from him at the corner of my eye. Uncle Aaron was crying. Uncle Aaron is crying.

"If I found a piece more of myself in you I'd say that you were just like me when I fell for yo—" He cleared his throat, stopping himself.

"You're not just doing this for us are you, she's involved isn't she"

I wasn't going to lie to Uncle Aaron over a question, I didn't even give him a answer to what he already knows. Despite the constant liquor intake he produced a smooth laugh, his hand repeatedly patting my bag.

"I like her a lot Uncle Aaron"

"Like is a feeble word for what you two have, we're happy to see you like this"

"we?"

"Rio and I"

So it's everybody in our business? Cool

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I'd prefer above all things walking beside my love to go home like we usually do, but unfortunately he had to call out of school. Typical, atleast he trusts me enough to walk home by myself, and with what I've learned from him I'm sure to be alright.

"Hand in your pocket hermosa, the watch looks shiny and that's what they like out here"

"Walk only where I showed you, if not the safest area but it's safer"

And he's referring to roads nearby Aaron's house so he's always here and there if I need him. It's ironic that a "criminal" makes the city safer for me and not some superficial superhero.

Sudden thuds draw me back to reality, what the hell? I recognize that thing, it's what I came through— a portal.

Fada God.

Action resumes on the road adjacent to me, an escapee of some sort and someone running after them.

My heart and pace speeds up as I stare through my peripheral at the hero of the encounter. Those where they can peep from buildings, street corners and alleyways at the commotion. It's something no one has ever seen, except for a comics con nerd. I'm not one, but I know exactly who that person is— the figure and combat style is just too familiar.

Fada. God. Not today. Abeg. Please.

"Is that Spiderman? And not just any Spiderman… Is that thee fucking Miles Morales?"

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Still re-wrote everything cause life didn't end when Tumblr decided to delete it 🙂.

It's kinda short, but work with it until I can update more tmrw on it 🙂.

[dragonmarquise]

OK OK OK HEAR ME OUT!!! HEAR ME OUT!!! all the BRC crews, but like, they're slashers/murderers, and the BRC crew is basically the main cast y'know???? I feel like solace should be the final girl

This is gonna be a fun one! I like horror stuff, but admittedly with slashers I tend to just read about them, since seeing the gory stuff makes me ill. ^^;

Still! Even just reading about a lot of these kinds of movies gives a lot of ideas, so I'm working off of that!

Also sorry I’m posting this the next day! I finished this yesterday, but I wanted to proofread it first and got too sleepy to finish it last night. ^^;

So with BRC as the main cast (I’m assuming just the original 5? Tryce, Bel, Felix, Vinyl, and Solace), horror movie logic dictates that usually the comedy relief character dies first. Then again I have no idea if that’s still a thing in horror movies these days. :u

But anyways, I feel the character who probably fits that role is either Felix or Solace. Because, Felix gives me the impression of a chill guy who cracks jokes every now and then. And Solace is Solace, the comedy is mostly in his bad luck and/or his status as a Sad Wet Blorbo, lol

imo Solace’s bad luck could actually work in his favor, basically him bumbling/tripping/etc. while avoiding death in more and more ridiculous ways as the movie goes on. To the point where he just happens to be the Final Girl!

But if we go with “comedy relief character dies first” and Solace gets that role, then I nominate Vinyl as the Final Girl. I feel like she’d be great as the Final Girl and actually manage to finish off the villain!

I guess the rest of the non-rival BRC members (Rave, Mesh, Shine, Rise, and Coil) get to be the background characters that get killed off along the way. Or otherwise they manage to escape just in time, but don't play much of a role in stopping the villain in the end. Whoops, sorry guys. D:

So with the main cast established, let’s move on to the crews! I’m gonna be predictable and start off with Devil Theory, specifically with my OCs. *u*

Daishō is a lover of horror media, so he goes all in on being a slasher movie villain! Serial killer who recreates elaborate deaths from his favorite horror movies!! Also involves plenty of knives and butcher themes, maybe.

Sai and Nunchaku tag along as minions, also a bit of a “If we didn’t help him, he might end up worse” kind of way. Cool motive, still murder though. Going by a horror movie structure, they’d get killed off before the main cast (or what’s left of them at that point) can take down Daishō directly.

Bō stays out of this whole mess because he hates horror stuff, especially gory stuff. He might play the role of someone warning the main cast to leave before it’s too late… before getting killed off by Daishō as a “traitor”. Yikes. D:

Now for DOT EXE... probably stuff involving hijacking robots and machines? Like that big incident in the mall in the Child’s Play remake from 2019. All the electronics go haywire and kill people, oh no!!

For my versions of the crew, Twoson and Fourside in particular would go all in on being evil serial killers like this. Like with Daishō, they’re big horror media nerds. Also they both probably kill off the other DOT EXE members when/if they try to get in the duo’s way too. I just can’t imagine the other members being okay with this, like how Sai and Nunchaku are okay with going along with Daishō’s plan. :o

With the Franks, maybe something like the Prince tricking people into thinking they’re getting life-saving surgeries free-of-charge... but then just harvesting them for organs and spare body parts for some experiments the Prince is carrying out. Or otherwise just sending out the Franks to kidnap people for “surgery”. I guess something like the doctor from the Mad Father game, just without the “turn people into dolls” obsession… or maybe have something like that too?! Or otherwise it’s just experiments to improve his skills and eventually advance humanity overall.

He insists he’s doing it for the good of humanity, but, y’know, he’s still tricking and killing people in the process. The Franks here are his minions, made from the body parts of former victims, and like I said being sent out to find more "test subjects".

So then for Eclipse, uhhhh, make them witches I guess?? Has there ever been a slasher with a witch as the villain? Gory magic! Surely there’s been at least one movie with that kind of idea.

Or if not that, then serial killers who leave astrology-themed “clues” at their murders, but really the clues are just to lure in more victims. Heck, combine the two! Why the hell not. Either way, they mostly target men who are genuinely heinous people, especially those who managed to escape punishment/jail time/etc. Basically a “the villain has a point though” kind of thing.

Sometimes they mess up and target a man who turned out to be completely innocent, or even the wrong guy entirely, but they don’t see it as a big deal. You could take this as a “He probably would have done something bad sooner or later anyways” thing, or otherwise “Well, you can’t make an omelette without cracking a few eggs. Or heads in this case.”

And now finally, FUTURISM! I’m thinking psychological horror mixed with slasher stuff! DJ Cyber and his crew basically messing with people before killing them off, stalking them for weeks or even months to get a good idea of their personality, background, etc. and then use it against them.

Maybe even go Saw with it, elaborate traps where they have to earn their survival or literally die trying! If we go with Solace surviving just on his weird luck alone, I can imagine some genuinely hilarious ways he can narrowly avoid death in this situation, lol

I think that’s about it for my ideas on this topic! This was a fun one to think over, thank you for sending this in. :D

[whyeverr]

TS4 Rebrand Critique

I don’t make a habit of talking about my day job on tumblr, but I thought it might be... fun? informative? thought-provoking? for me to share a fairly thorough critique of the newly announced branding update. 

Disclaimer: These are my views/opinions based on my career in brand strategy and design and lifelong obsession with The Sims. Anyone/everyone is free to disagree with me. (I have definitely seen people sharing that they like the updates and that’s cool, everyone gets to have their own opinion!) If you disagree and you’re respectful about it I am happy to discuss. 💗 So, let’s start with the good stuff, yeah?

The good: 

The Sims 4 has had great renders from the start (RIP Babs, your cover girl days have come to an end), and the latest update is no exception. The shift to filling almost the entire frame (instead of just the bottom half) is a strong one, though the way the logo is layered in does create a feeling of separation between two rows of characters on the basegame cover. I like seeing the renders for the DLC front and center as well on their respective covers.

The bad:

I don’t think it’s an inherently bad move to refresh the plumbob—despite the fact that it is arguably the most iconic and easily recognizable symbol of the Sims franchise. We have, after all, seen evolutions of the plumbob throughout the course of the series. However, I do think it’s a bad move when the change doesn’t really have a rationale beyond looking cool and lacks the versatility of the original. 

SimGuru Lyndsay even said in the live stream that they aren’t using this new plumbob for the in-game, above your Sims’ head specifically because it doesn’t function well at small sizes: “The more straightforward green [plumbob] was easier to read when it was smaller.” If you’ve taken a design course, read an article about logo design, or even made icons for your tumblr theme or whatever, you probably understand that scalability is pretty goddamn important. If a core part of your brand—new or old—limits it use to only certain applications, that weakens your brand. And if you’re only using the new part of your brand in some places, and still sticking to the old in others, that really weakens your brand.

The Ugly: 

The justification for the new plumbob in the logo and loading screen is that it ties in with the rest of the graphics refresh, through... delusion? As far as I can tell—from squinting really, really hard at icons that are now REALLY hard to decipher thanks to their vibrant, multicolor fills—the new treatment has more to do with the now antiquated, low poly style they’ve been using for years now. The background patterns, too, have seemingly nothing to do with the new plumbob treatment, at least in terms of form (I would expect to see that weird, curved bisecting line appear throughout if this were really tied together). 

Instead, the only way the new plumbob appears to be tied to the rest of the graphics refresh is through color contrast. Blue and green have always been the primary brand colors of The Sims (and bringing blue back to the forefront is a throwback move that, executed properly, I think a lot more folks would’ve been on board with). Here we see these colors as never before, with a Mountain Dew-esque green palette for Stuff Packs and a near-indistinguishable selection of blue and teal blue for Game Packs and Expansion Packs. To be charitable, this could be a design oversight, but a slightly more cynical person might say that this might be considered a dark pattern—blurring the line between two products with different price points and different levels of detail, a difference that casual players already have a hard time distinguishing.

Bottom line: 

Brand evolutions are super tricky. I’ve seen clients fall victim to half measures and updates that are rooted in trying to freshen things up and make themselves feel pretty or “a little more energetic and bold” instead of facing the real problems. There’s a saying in the marketing world that as soon as you are getting tired of something, your audience is just getting used to it. To me, this smacks of a short-sighted decision to “freshen things up” because a new coat of paint will beguile the masses into believing that was what they really wanted, not a color wheel, or cars, or open worlds, or restaurants that actually function, etc, etc, etc. And as much as we all know and love this franchise, this shouldn’t come as a surprise.

Random thoughts: 

The new loading screen legitimately looks half-finished and the blue seems waaaaay desaturated compared to the rest of the graphics.

Why dear god are the trailer previews in overlapping tiles on the menu screen? 

Also on the new menu screen: Why is there so little padding to the right of the logo?

The icons weren’t always super clear to begin with (e.g. the laundry basket, the hot tub), and now the multicolored fill makes some of them really challenging. (I legitimately did not recognize Get Together without the purple hexagon.)

Why didn’t they use the multicolor fill on the container and white as the icon fill? (a la the Instagram logo) 

Legitimately the only design-forward part of this is the blue-on-blue plumbob background behind all these new graphics.

It’s going to take me 800 years to find any EP items in Build/Buy and CAS. I am going to be using the shit out of Filters. 

[iluvdi1fs]

Something still here

arne johnson x reader

Warnings: maybe something close to a panic attack? not totally sure, cussing

A/N: Hi this is my first time writing an imagine or whatever u call this so im kinda scared and im sorry if this felt really slow and dragged out yikes. I have not proofread this im sorry im too lazy and this is just part 1 i think😋

Word count: 2.1k

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No one expected things to turn out like this. Especially when everyone thought it was all finally over- the sleepless nights doused with worry and fear, the sluggish long days that felt like never-ending repeats, and the constant panic that shook and consumed the house. No one realized it was just the beginning- for a certain someone at least.

The sun was always shining and it felt- it felt so unfucking fair- how while everyone you loved was suffering, the world refused to acknowledge it, decided it didn’t care about how you all felt that it’d be just fine without you all in it. Every day felt impossible and it was exhausting, having to go through the torment on the inside and then step outside into the god damn sunshine, but maybe, just maybe you're over reacting. Or maybe you had every right to be bitter and furious and upset and scared- so fucking scared- that things wouldn't turn out right.

It had been a few days since Davids horrifying and brutal exorcism and while he was beginning to heal and recover along with the rest of your family, you were still replaying everything over and over again in your head. Something about that night, besides the obvious traumatizing experience of holding down your possessed little brother yelling demonic curses, still felt like it was, here?

David was finally back to you, the warrens had made sure of it, and poor Mr. Warren, who had suffered a damaging heart attack night of, was still recovering in the hospital, yet, even if the house felt cleaner, happier, brighter, your gut was telling you a whole different story. Arne had tried to reassure you that it was just the post exorcism fear still creeping in and unsettling your mind, and while you did everything you could to believe him, you just couldn't fully accept it.

"But Arn-"

"No, Y/N, listen to me- sh, stop- listen," you tried to cut him off with more of your rebuttals but failed, especially when both of his hands rose to rest on the sides of your face, softly caressing your slightly reddened cheeks.

"You're scared, im scared, were all still scared, so scared and it's going to feel like this for a while, but if we keep, keep dwelling and thinking about everything that's happened, how are we supposed to get any better and move on? Look at david, look how he's playing again- he's happy! Please, just try to relax, okay? you're stressing yourself out way too much pretty girl and all you're going to do is damage yourself and i can't have that happening, alright?"

With a loud long and admittedly dramatic sigh, knowing he was right, you reached your hands up to clasp around his wrists. "Yeah, yeah you're right. Thank you, arne, I love you." A smile grew on his face showing his pretty white teeth and before he could return the feeling, you grumbled, "but dont get used to being right this often, this is a rare occasion-" Arne jokingly rolled his light brown eyes and chuckled, a lazy half smile now appearing on his face making his dimple visible. "You-" he huffed out, "are so cheeky," and he leaned down placing a soft kiss on your forehead, his hands dropping down to your waist. "were gonna be okay, promise baby."

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As night time dreadfully arrived, things in the house began to slow down and you had to constantly remind yourself that nothing was going to happen, david was okay, arne was okay, and your parents were okay. You weren't going to have to stay up with arne, eyes red and puffy as you held each other and watched david, alert on fear and panic, waiting for something to happen. The two of you could sleep peacefully.

You made your way into your bedroom, shuffling your feet and yawning ready to climb into bed with your precious boyfriend. All you wanted to do was curl into him and feel his arms wrap lovingly around you as you drifted off into a deep sleep full of absolute nothingness. Sat on the side of your bed facing the wall was Arne, slightly hunched over staring at the ground. "Arne, baby, what's wrong? Are you alright?" You called out crossing the room to stand in front of him. His hair was lightly coated in a slick shine and was damp from what you guessesd was sweat, which was faintly odd as there was a chill in your room from the opened windows and knew that arne hadn't been doing anything that would get him worked up. He lifted his head to look at you as you stepped closer standing in between his parted legs.

"Whats wrong, Arne?" you whispered softly, running a hand through his somehow still soft hair to which he closed his eyes in pleasure. His appearance shocked you, but of course you stayed silent. His eyes looked exhausted and the purple bags under his eyes made it seem like he hadn't slept in weeks, which he honestly probably hadn't, but just a few moments ago he looked nothing like this. While he still remained beautiful as ever, he looked almost ill.

"Im not, not really sure i just dont feel all too well, but no worries i just need some sleep." A small smile formed on his face making you're heart ache, because god, can't he get a break? You're poor boy. You frowned and caressed his pale cheek, his skin feeling cold and clammy , "can i get you anything? water, food?"

"No, im good baby, im good, lets sleep," he managed to get out with a small smile you knew all too well, a smile that meant the exact opposite of what he was saying.

Not convinced, you wanted to push back, but knowing he wouldn't change his mind, you were ultimately forced to let it drop. "Okay," you softly murmured, leaning down to kiss his lips and wrapping your arms around his neck. With a slight groan, he leaned back, pulling you on top of him so that you were straddling him, and with one final kiss, you reluctantly pulled away.

"You need sleep,"

"but-"

"sleeeeep arne," you dragged out and couldn't help let a small laugh through your teeth at his eyes rolling. The two of you shifted under the covers, and you reached out to turn the lamp off. Arne's arms wrapped tightly around you from behind as he dug his face into the smooth spot between your neck and shoulder and placed a soft kiss.

"Goodnight Arne, I love you. Thank you thank you for all you've done for david, for me, for my parents. I dont know what id do without you."

You felt him smile against your neck and place another kiss.

"I love you, i love david, and i love your parents. No matter what would've happened, i would stay over and over again and do everything i could to help. I'm here, always."

With a smile on your face that could cure the worst of arne's days, you almost felt bad that he couldn't see it in the dark abyss of your room. Speechless, certain that tears would start to form and your voice would break if you spoke, you gave him a gentle yet firm squeeze to his arm wrapped around your stomach and let the heaviness of your eyelids take rein, and haul you into a bottomless sleep.

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"Alright mom, we'll check back soon, okay? Alright, bye, love you too, bye bye," you spoke into the phone that was smushed between your shoulder and ear as you folded yours and Arne's laundry. With a sigh of relief, you hung up and silently sat on the edge of the bed in your shared small homey apartment. You and arne finally returned home and while you wanted to scream out that things were normal and fine and okay, you knew it would all be an act to convince yourself of what you were still scared to believe- that things were not okay, that still, something was off. And what scared you the most was that if it wasn't the house that had a smidge of whatever evil remained, it meant that someone around you did.

A loud slam of a car door snapped you out of your train of thought when you stand to glimpse out the window, finding arne hastily walking towards the house like he just found out his favorite sports team lost. A puzzled look formed on your face at the realization that arne still had a few more hours left at work, or at least until he said he'd be home, so in fear that something bad actually occurred, you quickly worked your way down the stairs.

Bruno was out today and only a few dogs remained in the shelter, leaving you with time to try to get other chores done, such as the laundry. With an abrupt opening of the door, arne stumbled through looking as lost as ever and as sickly as ever. A gasp broke through your lips and you rushed towards Arne, "Arne, oh my god what happened, are you okay, come- come sit," You couldn't help but rush all your words out and panic. Obviously the best thing to do would have been to stay calm, but never having seen Arne in a state like this, you couldn't find that control.

Arne appeared to have been struggling to speak, like he was trying to keep something down that needed to come up. Was he going to vomit? His eyes, looking nothing like your arne's eyes, were so light you could see your reflection in them and your heart stopped. Fear began to seep in. His face, surprisingly more pale than the other night, was pain stricken and his lips were pressed together in a firm line that arched down at the ends, almost as if he was attempting to keep himself pieced together and not lose control of- of what exactly?

"Arne," you spoke softly but urgent, "what's wrong? Tell me what's wrong?" He winced as if you'd just insulted him, and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple. His arms were stiff by his side and his hands clenched to the point where his veins began to bulge. "Arne, please," you pleaded desperately and grabbed onto his arms. A sob broke free from his mouth and he collapsed to the floor on his hands and knees. "Oh my god," you whispered out in complete and utter shock.

You fell to your knees in front of him, resting your hands on his cheeks to lift his face up, tears forming in your eyes at what the fuck just happened. You had no idea what was going on and the effect that it just had on Arne, the fear that was etched across his precious face as if he had had a gun held to the back of his head, was more than enough for you to conclude that something was most definitely wrong.

Gasps escaped his mouth like he'd never had a breath of air before and another sob escaped his lips. His hands remained glued to the floor, fingers digging in like he could hold on to the dark brown planks, as his eyes finally lifted to meet yours.

Brown. His brown eyes.

Your heart broke for him. "Arne," you cried out, "what happened, please, please baby, tell me what happened," and you cupped his face, rubbing your thumbs soothingly back and forth. His head dropped once again and he crawled forward, forcing you to reposition from on your knees to your bottom. Luckily, a wall wasn't too far behind you.

Arne wrapped his arms around your middle so tightly as if you were the most valuable thing in the world, as if you were the only thing that could make whatever he was feeling, go away- and In his mind, you were.

His head rested on your chest and he laid there, partially on your body. His breathing slowed and yet, he still couldn't find the words to speak.

You didn't force him.

So there you sat against the wall, your terrified boyfriend latched on to your middle, head on your chest, and both of your legs splayed on the floor. You ran one hand through his damp hair and the other stroking his plaid clad back, occasionally placing a kiss to his forehead. Every now and then you could feel his arms squeeze harder, then release, and repeat, ensuring that you weren't going anywhere and wouldn't disappear. He pushed his head in to your chest as if he was trying to get closer to you and when his breathing began to accelerate once again, you held him tighter and gently shushed him.

You waited until he was ready.

[harrysweasleys]

a little sunshine never hurt // d.m

Summary: hi alexa!!! if your requests are still open, could i request a draco x reader fic? in it’s the first day of holidays/vacation and the reader and draco are best friends who (obviously) have feelings for the other but think the other doesn’t like them that way, and they’re having a picnic at malfoy manor, relaxing in the sun reading or doing homework and draco just blurts it and confession + kiss?? if you can’t there’s no problem! thanks 🥰💓

Warnings: mentions of food! also v v short but v v sweet (also not proofread/edited so pls dont come @ me)

Word count: 1.9k

a/n: yikes, so completely ignore my message about not posing a fic before christmas because here i am, posting another fic before christmas. hope you all enjoy!!! xx [I DO NOT GIVE CONSENT OR PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE REPOSTED ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM!]

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Ah, finally summer break.

The start of the holidays meant that you’d now have a good months time to catch up on rest, relaxation, and obviously, assignments. Though you usually disliked the prospect of doing homework while on vacation, you couldn’t help but feel a little thankful at the fact that you now had something to keep your mind laced on magic while you were away from Hogwarts. 

Though you were staying with Draco for the first two weeks — where magic was very much present — you still liked to learn. You liked to keep that ever-growing passion for the magical arts, and you were most likely going to finish every single project within the first week of the break.

Draco, however, had different thoughts.

“Bloody ridiculous,” he scoffed, raising his hand to move his blond bangs out of his face, “Giving out homework while we’re on break? What kind of git does that?”

“Those are your professors, Draco,” you grinned, turning to face him, squinting slightly in the blinding sunlight, “Have a little respect, yeah?”

He rolled his eyes, laying back down on the freshly mowed lawn, his dark clothing most likely scorching his skin under the blazing afternoon sun, “Is giving out homework a show of respect? I don’t think so.”

You leaned up on your elbows, a fresh summer breeze rolling through and pushing your hair over your shoulder. It wasn’t necessarily a cold breeze, but it did cause you to let out a small shiver. Draco’s eyes followed you as you sat up properly, crossing you legs and reaching into the tiny basket that carried your snacks.

He had asked you to share a picnic lunch with him today, which came as a bit of an odd question, to be honest. A picnic? You knew Draco wasn’t the kind of person to ‘enjoy the fresh air’ so it was a little bit of a strange request coming from him, to be honest. But there was no bloody way you’d complain. An outdoor lunch with him meant that you got to spend more time one on one — it meant that you’d get to continue seeing the side of him that he chose not to show anyone else.

He was quite a complex fellow, if you were to be honest. In school, he closed himself off. He hid away from the world and kept his cold exterior up, not daring to let anyone in. You had gotten through to him — after trying for multiple years, of course — but there really was nothing better than seeing him as relaxed as he was when he was home. Maybe ‘relaxed’ isn’t the proper term; but he did have a totally different air. Less arrogant, less obnoxious, and definitely less pompous. 

It didn’t help your ever-blossoming crush in the slightest.

“Can you toss me an apple?” he asked, now mimicking your position and crossing his legs as well. His knee brushed against yours, and even though you were both clothed, you felt a jolt of sparks rush through your body. 

You let out a small cough to clear your throat, “Sure.”

Completely forgetting whatever it was that you were looking for in the first place, you tossed him the bright green apple that he had insisted on bringing to lunch. You were surprised that the Malfoy family didn’t decide to grow their own apple trees, to be honest, with how often Draco would scavenge the pantries for the perfect one to eat, they’d most likely be better off by growing some in their own vast yard.

“What are your plans for the summer, then?” he asked, taking a big bite, crunching loudly and closing his eyes as he craned his head up to look at the sky. 

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, his defined jawline and smooth neck looking sharper than ever under the bright sunlight, casting shadows around the base of his neck. His platinum hair hurt your eyes to look at, but even then, you’d love nothing more than to run your hands through it. While he rested his head on your lap, while you made out in bed, while you —

“Are you ignoring me?” he snapped your attention back to reality with the low chuckle in his throat.

“No. No, sorry, just got caught in a daydream,” you turned away from him, hiding the growing redness on your cheeks before trying your best to play it off, “I don’t really have plans for the remainder of summer, honestly. Just taking it one day at a time.”

You laid back down on the grass next to him, resting your arm at your side and brushing your fingers against Draco’s. Your heart jolted and you tried to quickly pull your hand away, but you felt his finger twitch against your skin, his pinky finger locking with yours.

It was as if you totally forgot to breathe.

“I’m happy to have you here,” he said softly, placing the unfinished apple down on top of the closed basket, giving you his undivided attention, “I’m gonna miss you when you leave.”

You could hardly think straight, but you couldn’t give in to his charm that easily. He’d only tease you for the rest of the break, wouldn’t he? But, it was hard not to give in. His finger was awfully soft locked with yours, and you could feel both the heat from his body next to you, on top of your own body temperature spiking. It was way too warm to be in the sunshine.

“I’m happy to be here, too,” you replied, voice awfully quiet. You were almost sure he didn’t hear you, but the way that his hand gave yours a little squeeze, you knew that he did. 

You two were often on the same page, it was rare he didn’t know exactly how you were feeling. And it was rare that you didn’t know exactly how he was feeling. Right now was one of those rare moments. You couldn’t tell if he was honestly just pleased to have you here — mostly to help him deal with his pain in the ass father — or if this was something more. More than friendship, more than just... platonic. You couldn’t tell what he was feeling and it was driving you absolutely bonkers.

How could you even begin to ask him? Could you even ask? How would that go?

“Hey, Draco, I think I like you.” Pathetic, really. What a way to embarrass yourself.

You felt his hand give yours another squeeze, “You alright?”

Turning to face him, you thought that it was now or never. When would you get another moment of privacy with him like this? Where you could tell him the truth without the possibility of being overheard? 

To weight the pros and cons; if he felt the same, you guys could get the next little while together before going your separate ways for the remainder of the holidays. But if he didn’t, you’d have to deal with the brutal awkwardness of spending the next ten days with him, knowing that your feelings were one sided. Then, you’d have to see him again once returned to school. It wasn’t a very balanced list, in your opinion.

“I’m fine,” you turned to face him, forcing a small smile. 

As mentioned before, Draco could always tell how you were feeling. Which is why he pulled his hand from yours, turning over on his side to look at you. With furrowed eyebrows and concerned written across his features, you wanted nothing more than to peel your eyes away from him and completely ignore his gaze. But that was nearly impossible. It’s hard to look away from Draco Malfoy.

“Something tells me you’re lying,” he said softly, eyes scanning your face as if he could read your emotions written into your skin — as if the light freckles dotting your cheeks could give him the answers he was looking for.

You sucked in a deep breath, feeling the expansion of your lungs in your chest — it felt as if you were going to crush your heart any second now. Quite an unpleasant feeling, really.

“I’m not lying,” you said, voice cracking as you spoke. The worst possible lie. There was no way he’d believe that. 

He scoffed lightly, “So you’re just going to ignore your feelings then, yeah?”

It was now your turn to sit up, leaning against one of your elbows as you turned your body to face him. His cheeks were tinted with a pale shade of pink, most likely from the burning sun. It was a rather warm afternoon for summer in England. 

“What feelings?” you asked, averting your eyes, choosing to stare at an ant crawling slowly up a blade of grass. Not fascinating, but better than giving in to Draco. 

“Y/N,” one of his hands reached over and touched your chin, lightly tilting it so you could turn your head up and face him, “I asked you to a picnic today so we could be alone, you know?”

You finally looked over to him, eyes scanning from the base of his throat, slowly up to meet his eyes, “Why?”

“Well, I thought I was being bloody obvious,” he grinned, “I like being alone with you.”

“But why?” you sounded like a child

His laugh was taunting you — effortless and relaxed. Completely juxtaposed to the raging storm of emotions going through your heart and head. How he could say something like that; so heavy and heartfelt, to acting like it was nothing, you could never understand.

“Because,” he scooted closer, his hand leaving your chin, but coming to rest atop of yours, “I don’t know how much clearer I can make this, but I like you.”

You looked over at him, eyes wide and mouth gaped open like a fish. You must look like a bloody idiot, but there was really no other way to respond to that. He liked you back. All this time, he liked you back. And you genuinely had no idea.

There were really no words you could say in response, so you decided on showing him how you felt instead,  placing your hand at the back of his neck and bringing his lips to yours. They were incredibly warm — possibly from the sun — and soft. Softer than the grass beneath your skin, and sweeter than the chocolates melting in the basket by your feet. He tasted like mint and green apple, a mixture that felt odd when spoken, but tasted like heaven when experienced.

You felt him mumble against your lips, “I’ll take it you feel the same way?”

Pulling away to let out a small laugh, you nodded your head, “If it wasn’t obvious, yes.”

“Just making sure,” he gave you a lopsided grin, his hand cupping your cheek to connect his lips to yours once again. 

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[shorkbrian]

Dizzy

Prelude - I had such a hard time coming up with a scenario. I maybe might be stuck in a mud pile here and it’s sucking away any sort of brian I had and taking my writing ability with it. please excuse all errors my dear readers. I don’t really proofread, i just write and then post cause monkey brian wants it done now hurr durr. ANYWAYS Kiri here finally decides to make a move on the pretty pal that is now in their college friend group. reader is obvs not into it, but as long as reader doesn’t outright say no, he thinks it’s okay and that they’re just shy and sensitive. (Which btw yikes yikes yikes don’t do anything without consent. Even touching. Consent is required irl periodt)

Prompt - No prompt this time, just thinking about the sweet anon that asked for a S/O with a sensitive body.

Pairing - Kirishima Eijirou x reader

Warnings - Pretty nsfw themes throughout. 

Music -  https://youtu.be/gBRi6aZJGj4

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Hands pulled you flush against a large, muscular body, spinning you so that your back was against the wall. You felt disoriented, trying to make rational sense of the sights, sounds, and sensations assaulting your body. Kirishima was palming roughly at your chest with one hand, his other inching towards the space between your legs. Hot kisses were pressing into your neck, feeling your skin move as you tried to twist away from the groping hands, unbidden tears creeping up into your eyes.

“Kirishima-! Pl-plea—se-”

Kirishima pressed his forehead against your collarbone, breathing heavily. “ ‘m sorry I can’t go slower....... it’ll be okay though, yeah? Just lemme - lemme make you feel good.”

It sounded like he was begging, his lips once again returning to mouth wetly at your neck.  You wiggled against the body keeping you trapped against the wall, but it was useless; Kirishima was so much bigger and stronger than you were -  he was easily able to keep you pinned.

You didn’t even think the redhead liked you that way. Your roommate Mina had introduced you to her friend group, and they immediately accepted you as one of their own (except for the hothead Bakugou, who seemed to hate everything. The other told you to ignore his jabs and insults). You all seemed to run in different circles, but you quickly became comfortable with everyone and absolutely loved them all. You enjoyed hanging out with the group, going to see movies and getting together for ice cream or video game marathons. Whenever you settled down in Denki’s apartment for said marathons (he had the best set-up),  you opted to sit on the floor instead of of squished together on the couch with the others. Kirishima would always shout over the whooping and yelling of Sero and Mina that you should come sit next to him; he always saved you a seat in these situations, but you knew your boundaries.

There was no indication that Kirishima had feelings for you. Sure, the man liked to pay for your food when you all went out, but he did that for everyone.  He would try to sling his arm over your shoulder as the group walked around the lake in the park, but he didn’t seem miffed when you always shrugged him off; Bakugou didn’t like being touched either. Sometimes Kirishima would show up at your college dorm, claiming that the campus coffeeshop had accidentally made him an extra coffee and it just happened to be your favorite, but that didn’t mean he liked you! He would often run errands for Mina, showing up in your shared dorm at odd times to drop off food or clothes or whatever Mina had him buy.  He was just a kind, considerate dude, who loved his friends! (You pointedly chose not to remember all the awkward times he had shown up in yours and Mina’s dorm to drop something off and you had been barely clothed, or just getting out of the shower. You figured neither you nor Kirishima wanted to think about those times. ((You were wrong))).

It was well known that Kirishima wasn’t amazing in school - his strength was more physical, the man competing as a scholarship athlete in wrestling. You had been to one of his matches and it was almost scary at how strong and /ferocious/ you had seen Kirishima get as he grappled with his opponent. Kirishima was amazing at what he did, and you couldn’t believe the redhead hadn’t told you how good he actually was. Mina said Kiri had always been like that - determined and quiet about his goals and the things he knew he could succeed in.  He was humble, unlike Bakugou who bragged and puffed out his chest at every opportunity.

Had you been surprised when Kirishima had called you in a panic, babbling something about Bakugou refusing to help him study and Kiri didn’t understand what the book was talking about and could you /please/ come over and help because you were the smartest person he knew? Not really. Were you surprised to find that he had a house off-campus, where he lived with his parents? Yes, Kirishima didn’t really ever talk about where he lived.  It wasn’t far, but Kiri insisted on coming to pick you up. The ride there was pleasant, the two of you chatting and laughing about how Sero had singlehandedly shut down the chem building because Denki had convinced him to make something (you weren’t sure what) and there had been a small explosion.

He was fun to tutor. He just needed a bit more explanation than the teachers provided, and you were more than happy to help. After studying for an hour and a half, Kirishima thumped his head down on the table and groaned, claiming he needed a break. You had agreed, and Kirishima had gotten up and led you to the kitchen, where you pulled out two sodas and sat down at the island. The two of you had begun talking, and somehow it had strayed into each other’s love lives. Kirishima seemed very interested in yours, brushing aside every question you had for him and focusing on you. It had come out that you had never really kissed anyone, even though you were a sophomore in college. 

“Aww, poor little baby, never been kissed.” Kiri had teased. ‘Y’know, I wouldn’t mind teaching you. I’m really good with my mouth.”

His wink threw you off and you had blushed, stammering out a weak, respectful refusal.

“C’mon, you’ve gone all your life without having a hot makeup ‘sesh! With someone as hot as you, that’s practically a crime.”

Kirishima had slid closer to you, lowering his voice as he leaned in close.

“I won’t hurt you, you can trust me (Y/N). I know how to treat a girl right. It’ll feel good, Y’know? Mmhm, I can teach you some other things too, if you like.”

You didn’t like where he was going with that.

“I uh, think I need to go home now? Mina’s probably worried and I need to wake up early tomor-“

Kiri rose as you did, quickly stepping forward to crowd you against the kitchen island as he gave a short huffing laugh.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’ve been kind enough to tutor me, now let me return the favor.”

He had surged forward then, mouth meeting yours. You had squeaked in surprise, eyes going wide as strong hands came to rest on your hips. Everything felt weird, this was happening too fast. Kirishima didn’t even like you? You pushed against his chest as hard as you could, struggling to separate the two of you.

“Kiri, we shouldn’t- I don’t think-“

“Don’t think then.  It’ll be fine, okay?”

That had all lead up to now, where he had you against the wall, kissing your neck and groping your chest. You felt dizzy, there were too many sensations and you couldn’t figure out what was happening. His other hand gently pressed towards your crotch, your hand flying down to block him entrance in between your legs. 

“Kirishima… You- yo- your parents!”

You gasped quietly. Maybe the man would come to his senses and let you go. Or maybe you could scream for Mr. and Mrs. Kirishima and they would come rescue you. You hoped Kiri would just let you go; having to call for his parents would be humiliating. Would they even believe you? Would Kirishima shove himself away before they could come around the corner?  

“What? Oh, they’re on vacation…. You could stay for the next couple of days. Yeah, I think it’d be nice if you stayed for a little bit. I can show you so much, make you feel so good!”

Your throat felt tight. You couldn’t scream. You felt too overwhelmed and there was so much going on that you couldn’t focus on hardly anything, let alone trying to scream your lungs out. The world felt fuzzy.

Kirishima easily batted your hand aside to dip his own in between your legs. He began rubbing at your crotch, slowly, sensually. His other hand came up to pull down the collar of your shirt so he could mouth at your collarbone, and you panicked.

“KirishIMA, wa-wait!”

Kirishima paused for a second at your cry. You figured you sounded genuinely distressed as he pulled away from you, retracting both of his hands to look at you with a hint of worry in his eyes. Now that his hands weren’t on you, you were able to re-center your thoughts, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“Kiri……. I like being friends with you. I-I can’t go this far with you, I’m sorry.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. Why were you apologizing? He was the one making you uncomfortable, touching you without asking and not stopping when you asked. It was easier to think when he wasn’t touching you.

“Why not?”

He pressed close to you again, and you shrank back as far as you could, plastering yourself to the wall. When you looked up at him, his eyes were dark. “I wanna be yours, wanna have a relationship with you. I could be so good for you, treat you so well. Just give me a chance (Y/N)”

You shivered. A relationship with Kirishima wouldn’t be horrible. He was nice, kind, funny. But you didn’t want to get physical.

“I….. I’m too sensitive…..”

Kiri froze. “What does that mean?”

“I, well……… Uh I don’t know how to explain really-“

Kiri crowded you further, pressing his chest against yours and craning his neck down to glare into your eyes.

“No, tell me what that means. Help me understand.”

You were too scared to refuse.

“Theres…..I’ve never been kissed before because my body is just too-too sensitive. Whenever people touch me I feel all tingly and it’s too much and I can’t focus and the world just feels blurry and everything feels fuzzy and it’s so much. That’s why I hate hugs, and sitting together with everyone at Denki’s, and when people touch me. I don’t….. I don’t know, it just feels weird and I don’t know how to deal with it I guess…..”

You trailed off, glancing up at Kirishima to find him staring down at you intensely.

Kirishima felt like drooling. He could only imagine what you’d look like when he was inside of you, when he touched you and played with you and licked and sucked at every inch of your skin. You would be so frazzled, crying and whining in overstimulation just from a simple kiss.  He wanted to see that, wanted to see you thrashing and whimpering because of him, because of what he would do to you. Kirishima had liked you ever since Mina had introduced you to the group, and had just assumed that you were playing coy, or hard-to-get when you brushed off his casual touches. He was an extremely touchy person after all. But to learn that the reason you refused to let him touch you was because your body was too sensitive? Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

You gasped as Kirishima suddenly grabbed your shirt and pulled, the fabric shredding like paper.  

“Kirishima! Wha-“

His mouth devoured yours in a searing kiss; you could feel his sharp teeth occasionally brush against your lips as he hungrily breathed in every protest you tried to utter. Hands smoothed down your shoulders, dropping to grab at your chest roughly before moving down to grab your hips. In a sudden movement, Kirishima had you in the air, holding your waist and moving your legs so they hung loosely around his hips. You broke from his kiss with trouble, gasping for breath as Kirishima began walking.

“Kiri! Wa—it where are we-? Where are we….. going?” You didn’t feel so good. Kirishima had begun kissing along your cheeks, neck, collarbone, anywhere he could reach as he walked, his strong arms holding you up.

“You’re gonna wanna lay down, I don’t want you to pass out and hit your head when I eat you out.”

He bit down onto your shoulder, making you scream into his neck before you could tell him to put you down.

“Ohhhh, you’re gonna feel so good. I can’t wait to be inside you, I can’t believe I get to be your first (Y/N).  You already feel so, so good against me baby………….”

Through the confusion, you realized with disgust that you could feel a blunt hardness underneath you, rubbing up against your backside with every step Kirishima took. You wanted to fight, to scream in his ear and bit his nose and punch and kick and swear. You felt so weak. Everything was happening so fast and you couldn’t focus and you were crying and he was touching you and you felt dizzy and-

“I’ll be so gentle, don’t worry….. It’s gonna be okay. I want you to feel just as good as I do, I love you so much (Y/N)……”

You ignored the rest of his babbling, the only thing you were able to focus on was the steady drip of tears as the slid down your face. You watched as they dripped onto Kirishima’s shirt, dampening the fabric. 

You felt so sleepy. 

You felt so sick.

[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Reader : Playing With Fire        chapter 19

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Story Summary:  The Huntsman, that is what they called your brother. A name he had earned by hunting down the fey for coin. Coin that is given by Father Carden for his services. You refuse to stand aside and watch how your brother hunts down those who are fey. When you start to warn the fey camps your brother wishes to attack, you find yourself behind enemy lines. But when the Weeping Monk becomes suspicious of you, you realise you are playing with fire.

Chapter Summary:  You are still in a state of shock after what happened and Lancelot questions why you had wished to show mercy to the Huntsman.

Notes: Maybe I’ll post 20 in a bit as well, I don’t know. Took me 2 hours to proofread this one yikes. At least I made a new gif so there.

Warnings:  None, I think.

Word count: 2038 words in this chapter.

Chapter:  19/ 33+ something (buckle up, it’s a wild ride.)

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After riding like that for hours, you felt yourself grow more relaxed holding onto Lancelot. You didn't hate him like you had once done, you didn't know how to feel about him now. Could you trust him ? It felt so confusing. Still, you felt yourself grow tired after all this time without proper sleep and rested your head against his back. You hated to admit that feeling him breath calmly like this almost made you doze off. The thought that you might fall off the horse was what kept you awake. He had felt you lean closer against him, felt your head resting against his back and how you seemed more comfortable with holding on to him like this. Lancelot worried you would fall asleep and end up plummeting off of Goliath. It was time to halt somewhere and offer Goliath some rest as well. The last thing he wanted was to exhaust the loyal horse. He finally halted the horse near a river bank. He helped the boy off of the horse first before helping you, and he noticed you were having some difficulty dismounting. The Huntsman had not been merciful to you, and neither had his henchmen. When one of them had pushed you back to the ground with his boot, it had been in the spot where the boy had spotted the large bruise. And before that, the Huntsman had brutally kicked you in the stomach.

He would offer to check on them to see the severity of your bruises or injuries but he feared you would not appreciate the offer. Lancelot could feel that you did not trust him yet, you were not afraid but it did not mean you were comfortable around him. Lastly he dismounted and winced when he felt the thread on one of his sewed up wounds pull at his skin. The fey medicine you had given him had blocked out most of the pain, now he regretted not taking that chest with him. He could have made you drink the rest of that fey medicine instead of watching you be in pain now. You were glad he had picked this place to stop, so close to a river. You held a hand tightly against your abdomen. You felt the familiar burning pain that you had felt many times before, but it was worse this time. Draegan had kicked you before but never this brutally. You looked down at your hands, blood was stuck to them. And then you remembered that drops of his blood were also on your face.

Lancelot had noticed the shift in your behaviour and watched as you walked a small distance away from them before you knelled besides the river.

“Is she going to be alright ?” The boy looked up at him with a look of doubt.

A look that he shared with the boy “I'll go and see.”

“What should I do then ?” Percival was starting to sound bored.

“Do you know how to make a fire ?” He looked down at the boy, already guessing the answer when the boy looked at him as if he had insulted him.

“Do I look stupid to you ?” The boy shook his head, visibly irritated “You're not the only one who can set things on fire, you know ?”

The boy had a way to mentally slap him with his words, it was definitely one of Percival's talents. He elected to ignore that last sentence “Collect some firewood, and...set it on fire. It will be dark soon.”

“And you will talk to y/n while I do that ?” The boy seemed interested in that, there was a hidden undertone in his question.

He narrowed his eyes for a moment when he detected the undertone “Yes...what else would I do ?”

Even though the boy was nowhere near his height he stared him down for a moment before shrugging his shoulders “Alright then.”

He was perplexed by the boy's reaction, Percival seemed rather protective over you. But then again, you had always been kind to the boy so it should not come as a suprise. Lancelot turned to look in your direction and watched as you washed your hands in the river, one look at you and the memory of his own reaction to killing someone for the first time came back to him.

You were shaking when the water from the river streamed through your hands and watched as the water turned pink. The memory of you stabbing Draegan and watching as he collapsed to the ground flooded your mind. It happened so fast and you still couldn't believe that was your instinctive reaction. You swallowed the lump in your throat and started to rub your hands roughly, wanting to wash away the results of your unspeakable actions. Only when the skin of your hands started to hurt, did you stop. The blood was gone, but you could still feel it's phantom lingering, as if it had sunken into your skin. You wanted that feeling to go away, to be erased. But no matter how long you would try and wash it off, you knew it would taint you forever.

You were indeed the Huntsman's sister. A killer just like he was. You closed your eyes and felt the tears stream down your face. Your parents would never have forgiven you if they had still been alive. All of your kin was gone now, your brother had murdered your sister and now you had murdered your brother. When you heard quiet footsteps approach you quickly washed the blood and tears from your face. You didn't bother looking behind you when you heard him get closer, there was only one person you knew that was able to walk this quietly. He had always caught you off-guard because of it.

Lancelot had tried to think of something to say while he was walking over to you, but they had vanished from his mind when he noticed the tears staining your cheeks before you had washed them away. After a moment of silence he could only state what he believed was true “You did the right thing, y/n.”

“The right thing ?” You scoffed in disbelieve, it was audible how upset you were “I killed someone, I killed my own brother !”

He looked down at you, watching how you fought back the tears that were so evidently forming in your eyes “You had no other choice. He was not going to stop ! Had you not pushed me away when you did, I doubt we would both be here now.”

Deep down you knew Lancelot was right, but the guilt was clouding your mind.

“Why did you stop me then ? His blood would have been on my hands, not yours.” He still questioned why you had asked him to show mercy to the Huntsman.

You looked up at him and let out a sigh "Violence should never be the norm. Maybe he could have changed his ways.”

He found the mercy you had shown towards your brother both odd and admirable “Would he have shown you the same compassion ?” He knew the answer, but he was curious if you realised that the Huntsman wouldn't have blinked twice if you died.

You shook your head and let out a bitter laugh “He would have sold me off like cattle if I stopped serving his purpose. You heard what he said, what he would have let his men do...”

Lancelot had heard the threat, he had heard it loud and clear, and he had wanted to have the satisfaction of killing the Huntsman himself because of it.

“He has hurt you before...has he not ?” He gingerly reached down to touch your arm with the tips of his fingers, the one that he knew was covered in the bruises he had seen that day in the forest. You looked at his hand lightly touching your lower arm, the sleeve of your jacket covered the evidence he was referring to.

You nodded in silence, and then you felt him lightly touching your jaw, making you tilt your head so your neck was more exposed. You looked up at him and saw how he was looking at the bruises in your neck now.

“Many times ?” His fingers were almost touching your neck now.

You moved a little out of his reach and he moved his hand away “Many enough. It was worse when I was defiant, as you have seen.”

He was eerily quiet, ever since he met you he had known you to be defiant. You had shown him almost nothing else but defiance for so long, and it dawned on him that even with his reputation you always had been less afraid of him then you were of the Huntsman. Otherwise you had not shown him such defiance all this time.

Lancelot suspected what the answer to his question would be, but he wanted to hear the truth from you “Why didn't you leave ? If he hurt you... why not leave ?”

You shrugged your shoulders, a sad smile on your lips as you looked at the water “He was my kin and he did terrible things. If I stayed I could help those he wished to harm. I couldn't just turn away knowing that I could make a difference. As long as I stayed close I could help the fey.”

He swallowed thickly, he felt horrible thinking back to all the times he had threatened your life. You were suffering all this time and him hounding you had only added to that. He saw pieces of himself in you, both withstanding the silent suffering beside the ones who sought to 'cleanse' the fey.

A bitter chuckle escaped you “Besides, I have no one else. He murdered my sister, he practically raised me. Well...raised...”

By raised you meant he had practically shoved you into the hands of anyone close enough at that moment, to be cared for. Of course the people of Mirstone did not like the responsibility of caring for the little sister of the feared Huntsman, so they shoved some food in your hands out of pity before leaving you to yourself. You often spoke to the other children, but friendship was not an option. The parents would not allow their children to bond with you, it wasn't until you were almost an adult that the people you had grown up with started to treat you like a normal person. But it was not friendship. They feared the Huntsman too much to get close to his sister.

The words escaped him before he could stop them, because to him they were a truth that needed to be voiced “You're not alone anymore, y/n.”

You frowned when you heard him say that and looked up at him questioningly. He shifted on his feet, something he had always done when he was uncomfortable. What had he meant by that ? Did he... ?

Finally he cleared his throat and gestured in the direction of the boy “He needs us.”

It was not how he wanted to tell you this, but he worried how you would respond if he outrightly told you that he wished to remain in your presence. So he had pointed out that the boy needed both him and you and hoped you would understand the unspoken truth.  

You looked in the direction of the boy “Oh...”

For a moment you had thought he was talking about himself, you caught yourself feeling silently disappointed that that was not the case. You brushed the strange feeling aside and quirked a brow at him “Well, according to him he doesn't need us.”

Lancelot looked in the direction of the boy again before smirking down at you “Who else will tell him that if he makes that fire any larger they will see us all the way back to Mirstone ?”

You quickly whipped your head around and saw how large the fire already was, and when Percival tossed another piece of firewood in it you jumped to your feet. Lancelot was looking impressed by it, and you groaned in frustration before making your way over to the boy.

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hey boo, request for a zion imagine where he's away on tour and reader surprises him and they spend all their time just exploring the city before they're seperated and its just super fluffy xx take your time lovie

Hi lovely!!! Ofc!! I got you, I’m sorry it took so long yikes, and I hope it’s good, also sorry I changed your request completely I kinda went overboard haha

Belong

Summary: Zion is on tour, and he misses you dearly, but what he doesn’t know is that you’re in the same city as him, and you’re coming to his last show.

A/n: I’ve been obsessed with this song since I found out about it, this songs just makes me wanna drive up a mountain and just look at the stars lol sorry I’m done talking now.

Proofread: yes/no

Zion was on tour, sending you picture after pictures. Calling you late at night just to fall asleep with you on the phone. No doubt about it, he loved you with all his heart. Zion was the first to fall in love. And when he fell for you he fell hard. Multiple times his jealously was shown but you never quite picked it up, because he was so good at hiding it with humor or somehow his friends covered it up for him. Whenever you would ask him for advice on talking to your crush, what you should wear on your date. He would constantly joke. But sometimes his jokes came off harsh, which eventually caused you guys to ignore each other. But Zion couldn’t take it anymore. So instead of coming to your house to apologize.

He spilled his guts and apologized. And that’s when you knew that all the sarcastic stoic jokes were to cover his true feelings and jealousy.

Patting your hair dry with the towel, your phone vibrates against the counter cuts your music off, sliding to answer you set your phone up so he can look at you. “Beautiful” Zion mumbles, laughing you drop the towel from your hair “you think I’m joking but I’m not! You’re fucking beautiful mamas” Zion presses

“I never said you were!!” You laugh a little, doing your daily hair routine Zion just filled you in with how tour was, every now and then he stopped to say how much he loved you and how precious you are to him. After that you guys watched a movie together while you filled him in on how the past couple of days were for you.

Hours passed and you told Zion you were going to hangout with your “friends” but that was just a coverup how you were going to surprise him at his show, Brandon and Edwin were the only ones that knew you were coming to the show. If you would’ve told nick he would’ve accidentally told him. Nick and Zion are the main ones that don’t have a filter, they speak with whatever is on their mind. Take it or leave it. Grabbing the basket of gifts for him you looked at your outfit once more feeling satisfied with it. You got a text from the videographer to come outside.

Getting in the car he greets you with a soft smile “I swear you might just make his week” he comments, clicking in your seatbelt you smile “why’d you say that?”

“I swear I’ve never seen Zion so irritated in my life, he misses you a lot dude, and his denial just gets stronger and stronger” you giggle at his comment knowing how Zion hates to show how he’s feeling deep inside, when you tell him Everytime “you can confide in the one that you love” , smiling you look out the window admiring the lights over the semi vacant city. On these nights you wish Zion would cuddle you and stargaze. You might just do that.

Sitting backstage with their other friend he fills you in on how Zion acts during tour, how he shows you off to him and posts how much he loves you on Twitter, since you don’t own an account. Zion really is head over heels for you, and he’s never felt this way before. He always told himself if this how love feels I can’t wait to see what marriage feels like. all you did was laugh at his comments ultimately feeling embarrassed at the same time, but he was serious. When prettymuch was done performing you hugged each member before smiling at Zion.

“Hi baby missed me?” You giggle. Zion drops everything in his hands running over to squeeze you in the tightest bear hug. His sweaty chest again yours while his fingers latch underneath your thigh. Tender kisses against your neck with mumbles of ‘i love you’ you felt his torso shake slightly. You knew he was trying to keep his composure together from crying in front of people, you kissed his jawline while threading your hands through his hair. “I fucking love you so much mamas” Zion states, looking deep into your eyes, he just drowns in admiration.

“I love you more baby” you giggle slowly he puts you down on the floor but never taking his eyes off you, Zion locks his fingers with yours. Following where ever you were heading. Sitting down on the couch, Zion sat right next to you arm draped around your shoulder.

“Told you, Zion was acting a whole fool without you” his videographer smiles

“Zion is always a little brat, but this time he was overdoing it!” Edwin jumps in laughing along with you and Brandon. Zion says nothing but lays his cheek on your head. Caressing his arm over your shoulders you kiss the palm of his hand.

“How long are you staying for?” Zion mumbles, almost sounding so regretful he even asked.

“Hm, a day or two maybe, you want me to leave already?” You joke at the end Zion just pulls you closer leaving passionate pecks against your temple.

“I don’t want you to leave at all, I miss your crazy ass” Zion truly states.

“Lucky for you I got something planned”

“I’m excited mamas”

After Zion went to his hotel and freshened up you smile while laying on his bed, seeing the reposts of you surprising Zion, his friend posted it to his story. Many fans calling it relationship goals, most saying ‘maybe his attitude will change’ another saying ‘no more grumpy Zion’ before you can like some of the posts your phone is out of your grasp and you lock eyes with your beloved boyfriend.

“No phones, I just want me and you” Zion smiles bending down to kiss you, Zion was wrapped around your finger and you both knew it, Zion feared that if he ever lost you, he knew love wouldn’t feel as good as this but nevertheless he knew he’d fall in love again if it were to happen.

“Okay, it’s you and me today baby” you kiss him again “ready to go?”

“Yeah”

Helping Zion out the car was much more difficult than you thought, Zion was much taller than you, not only that Zion was also asking way too many question and becoming very curious if every little thing you did. “Mamas if you’re proposing to me I may just cry” Zion chuckles at the end

“What gives you that idea?” You ask feeling the heat rush up your chest to your cheek

“I’ve had a dream about it , but you also got me blindfolded!!” Zion laughs, stopping right in front of the picnic you had his friends set up you hold one of his hands “take it off now” without a second thought he undo the knots his eyes widen at the candlelight’s around the picnic table. It was something Zion wanted to do for months, but things just always got in the way. “Oh fuck mamas I love you” crashing you into his chest he kisses you as you giggle your fingers holding onto his forearm.

“I thought you were the only surprise, holy shit mamas you’re going to wreck me” breathlessly he tells you.

After eating Zion and you just watched the stars while he just listened to you picturing what each constellation looked like. Zion so badly wanted you to stay longer. But he couldn’t force you to put him above your priorities, he’d rather have you not text him for a week then to not do something that’s important to you. “Baby?” You call for him

“Hm?” Zion caught in a daze answers.

“We’re you listening baby?” You grab his chin in the palm of your hands “no, I was distracted, you’re so damn beautiful mamas” Zion leans in kissing you softly, the kiss taking your breath away. “how long you’ve been planing this hm?” He asks you

“Not long two days, it’s funny how you didn’t even notice when you called me that wasn’t my bathroom, it was the hotels”

“Well fuck me, I wasn’t really paying attention, I wanted to call you” his smiles widens, you thumb skidding across his jawline. Zion couldn’t stand how long he was away from you. His denial just made him miss you even more. You told him that after he hangs out with you to apologize to those he popped off on in a fight of frustration. Complying to your request. He shot everyone a text apologizing. Something he normally doesn’t do. But you bring out the best in him.

Zion drove you back to your hotel, walking with you to your room to make sure you were safe. But just as he’s about to walk away you smile “does my boyfriend Wanna come in?” Zion caught wind in his throat, surprised by your sudden change. “You know when I said a day or two, that meant I’m going to leave with y’all right?” Zion pushes through closing the door behind him locking it and scooping you up in his arms walking towards the bedroom.

Removing his clothes down to his boxers he wraps an arm around you just wearing his shirt. His chin laid on the sink of your shoulders. “I bought you clothes for nothing then” you giggle

“Shut up, you know I’ll wear them, I just wanna hold you” Zion mumbles through the cloud of sleep. Leaving no space in between you two your fingers travel up and down his ink.

“Good night baby I love you”

“I love you more mamas,Goodnight”

[pampamtiger]

The Gate (short story) 1/ 2

This was supposed to be up last Halloween but I just finished this yesterday. I divided this story into two parts because of its length (it was supposed to be 1000 words maximum, but heck with my hands for typing beyond the limit...). The second part would be posted soon after.

Though this story hadn’t undergone much proofreading, I still hope that you could give it a try. :)

Enjoy!

Word count: 3477 (part one)

Themes: friendship, childhood, bits of fantasy

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Filipino terminologies used in the story:

ate - older sister             tita - aunt

kuya - older brother       manong - old man

lola - grandmother

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The Gate

   Every spring during my childhood, my whole family, along with some of my relatives, would spend a one week vacation on my grandma's ancestral house located in the province. It was a two-story ancient house that had been standing for nearly a hundred years which was meticulously preserved and taken care of by my lineage. It had a marble first floor and a second floor that was mostly made out of furnished woods. But the house was not the only one that had been standing for ages and still looking like it's just been built. There was also this beautiful little garden located at the right side of it. The garden housed plenty of plants with abundant leaves, herbs, some leafy vegetables, and various flowers in full bloom. It had always been tended with utmost care, for it was a special space loved by my late great-great grandmother when she was still alive, as what my mother had mentioned. The small garden was enclosed by white fences and a gate embroidered with flower patterns. At the back of the garden, there was an identical but rusty gate plastered on a brick wall, which seemed to be a passageway to some place that I still did not know of... not until we met Harper. 

One spring afternoon when I was eight years old, three of my cousins and I were playing in front of the garden. We liked playing there because it was the only spacious area that we could freely run to, without being scolded by our parents. It was our second day in the province, when we encountered her. We were resting under an Acacia tree in front of the garden back then, when we heard a voice. "Hello." It was a voice of a girl. We turned our glance toward the garden where the voice seemed to come from, and there was really a girl, standing in front of the gate, looking about our age and had a wavy auburn hair. Skipping happily toward us, the girl smiled brightly and waved her hand. "Uh... hello?" my cousin Danny hesitantly replied. "What game were you playing before?" the girl sat two feet away from us, giving us a fascinated look, like we were some kind of spectacle, when we basically weren't, just four sweaty kids who were dreaming of eating ice cream moments ago. "Well, we just finished playing tags for the third time and decided to take a timeout." I was the one who talked this time. "And who are you?" butted cousin Paul, looking a bit taken aback. "Oh! I'm very sorry! I got really excited to know what game you were playing earlier that I forgot to introduce myself. A-hem... Hello again. Nice to meet all of you. I am Per—H-harper. Harper, that's right. Sorry, I'm just excited to meet you." She said as she grinned at us, displaying her crooked front tooth. "Hi, Harper. We're glad to meet you, too! By the way, these are my cousins, Cindy, Paul, and Kuya Danny. Oh, and I'm Janine. Call me Ate Janine." After the short introduction that I uttered, she shook our hands one by one. "Hi, Cindy! Hi, Paul! Hi, Kuya Danny! Hi, Ate Janine!" She acted like she just ate tons of chocolate bars, jumping from one person to another, getting hyper as the moment passed, which by the way sounded a lot like her name. "Where do you live, Harper? We haven't seen you around before." It was Paul who threw her a questioning look, acting tough all of a sudden, as if he was not frightened minutes ago. "Oh, I lived near here, somewhere behind that gate." She then pointed at the rusty old gate, inside the garden. "That gate? Did you use it to get here?" My curiosity jumped out when I had asked her that question. It was not because we were not allowed to go beyond the old gate by our parents—they didn't even bother to tell us what was behind it—it was just we never thought of opening it since we were afraid of breaking it. "Uh...yes? I accidentally saw that gate and took a peek. I was captivated by beautiful flowers that I saw and the next thing I knew, I had already entered it and then saw you running around afterwards. Why?", she offered us an innocent gaze. "Nothing. Did you struggle to open it? It was rusty after all." "No, not at all! Believe me or not, the gate on the other side was not that bad looking. It looks okay, just like that gate." She gestured her index finger at the outer gate of the garden which still looked pristine due to caretakers. "Really?" Cindy perked up. "Really. Anyway, let's not talk about the gate anymore, please. Now that we know each other, is it alright if I play with you? I don't have any friends in here yet. I want you to be my friends. It's been so long since I last made a friend." "How can we be friends already, we just met you! Mommy said not to talk to strangers!" Paul sulked beside Danny. Harper looked hurt and her eyes turned sad. "B-but I just told you my name. We know each other now." "Hey, Paul. Quit it. Don't be mean to her. She just wanted to play with us. She was not hurting you, is she?", lectured Kuya Danny who was a year older than me and two years to Paul and Cindy. "Kuya Danny was right, Paul. Harper meant no harm, right Harper?", she nodded at me. "Paul was a meanie, not Harper!", shouted Cindy. "Hey!" "Paul, stop it already. We will play with Harper whether you like it or not. You can go inside the house if you don't want to play." "Oh no. I don't want to force him to be my friend. It's okay, Kuya Danny." Harper insisted. "No, Harper. We'll be your friends. We'll play with you. It's just that Paul is not used on playing with other kids unless it's us, because he grew up hearing stories about strangers and that scared him." I assured her as I patted her head, for she was a bit smaller than me. "F-fine! I'll play, too. But do not blame me if we suddenly get kidnap by strangers because we befriended one." Paul crossed his arms while his mouth talked in pout but with no bite. "Hey! I'm not a stranger anymore! I don't harm people unless—" "Alright, alright. Let's not argue anymore. We better start playing again since the sky will get dark soon." cut Kuya Danny. "Now, Harper and Paul. I hope you get along well." "Me, too! Me, too!", squealed Cindy. Cindy's excitement seemed to affect to both Harper and Paul, for they slightly smiled at her. Minutes later, we resumed our game of tag. Since Harper was a new friend, we made her the IT. At first, she was clueless on how to play it because according to her, she seldom left her house and whenever she had the chance to go out, she'd just spend hours picking flowers and strolling around nature or bonding with her mother in their farm. Aside from tag, we also played Langit-Lupa (Heaven-Hell) and explained to her the rules. It was a game which was a bit similar to tag but with a twist; the IT would act as the devil on land while the others would find an elevated ground to go to, which was referred to as the heaven. Players were only given five seconds to stay on a certain elevated ground before the devil could access that part, so they would move location from time to time. "I like this game a lot, Ate Janine! This reminds me of someone but he might be mad when I told him about this.", Harper snickered as she changed her place. "What was it again, Harper? Sorry I couldn't fully hear what was just said. Who is that someone and what's it about?" I told her while I was busy catching my breath. "Nothing, ate. I just find this game really fun.", a ray of sunlight hit her face right when she smiled so wide, accentuating the glow on her face. I once again thought that her parents must be very beautiful since their child was really cute. Hours passed by and Paul's indifference to Harper gradually faded. They talked a bit while we were trying to rest after playing different games. We played and played until we got tired and rested again under the tree. It was nearing dusk when Harper spoke. "Oh, look at the time! It's going to be dark soon, I should make my way home." Kuya Danny offered to escort her home since she was about Cindy's and Paul's age, but she immediately declined. "No need, kuya. But if it's okay, can I go through the old gate in the garden again? That way, I could reach my house in no time." "Are you sure you don't want Kuya Danny's help? You never know if someone is gonna kidnap you, you know..." Paul insisted his opinion about strangers again, but this time, it was out of concern for Harper's safety. "Thank you for all your concern but there's really no need. My h— I mean my brother taught me how to go back in our house by myself so I was really used to it. And no one would try to harm me. Ever.", crossing her heart cutely. "O...kay. Just stay safe and don't let your guard down, alright?" I said as we walked with her toward the garden. "Yes, ate. Thank you. Uhm... you can stop at this point. I will go on the other gate on my own. Your parents must be looking for you now." Harper stated when we reached the front gate of the garden. "Yikes! I said to mama that I will only play for a bit then go take a nap after it! What should I tell her, Kuya Danny?", brought out Cindy who was biting her thumb. "Don't worry, Cindy. We'll just tell tita that we didn't notice the time since we're having a lot of fun.", reassured Kuya Danny. "Okay." "See? You should go now. I'll go once you enter the house. I'll make sure to close both gates when I leave, so no stranger could get Paul." she whispered the last phrase to me which made me chuckle and directly looked at Paul. "Will you be here again tomorrow, Harper?" Cindy asked shyly. "I don't know... but is it okay if I play with you again tomorrow?" She searched our eyes to see if we agree. "You don't need to ask us, Harp. You're already our friend and I think of you as my little sister already.", answered Kuya Danny as he patted Harper's head. "Really?" "Really. Now, we better get going. Bye, Harper!" "B-bye, Harper!" stuttered Paul before he ran real fast toward the ancestral house. His gesture made Harper laughed. "Bye!", she waved us goodbye then flashed her bright smile. Later that night, us cousins recounted our fun-filled afternoon to our parents during dinner. We told them that we made a new friend but left the part about Harper using the gate since they might scold us; they seemed happy about it but were not really glad when they saw how sweaty we were.

Harper came back the day after we first met her, just like she had promised. Harper easily became closer to us as days passed by. For four days straight, we stuck to our routine; played various games, rested under the tree and talked nonsense, then ran around again until our feet became sore. During our timeout, Harper loved to tell us information about her favorite flowers namely rose, crocus, violet, iris, lily and larkspur. She would not leave any small detail about those go unmentioned, which was really impressive for a little girl. We would sometimes enter the garden upon her request, that was if she got too absorbed on telling tales about it and would go from one plant to another. We never dismissed her chatter because she really seemed fond of it, and we thought it was really interesting, too. We got to discover that most of her favorite flowers can be found inside our lola's garden, and that to us were such a pretty amazing coincidence. Harper, too, would always bid goodbye when the sky turned into twilight and would always use the old gate to return to her house. During our fifth afternoon with Harper, Paul asked her if we could visit her house in return while we were resting under the Acacia tree. Harper suddenly sprang up from her seat and looked surprised. "As much as I would love to, Paul, you certainly can't. My h—brother is not that friendly, like I am, and you might get lost andyoumightneverreturnonceyougowithme...", she uttered the last part so quick and in a whisper manner that we didn't get to understand it. "But I think it would be okay if we get permission from your mother, right? You said that she's a lovely lady who loves you the most.", it was Cindy who proposed the said idea. "Yes, my mother would love meeting you all but that would be a lost case since she doesn't live with us there and she's busy with her farm. Please don't be sad if you can't come into my house. There's really no point... unless you're already gone..." she looked down. "Already gone...? What?", my eight-year-old self could not comprehend what Harper was saying. "N-nevermind, now. At least we get to play in front of your beautiful garden every afternoon, right? Plus, you said that tomorrow will be your last day in here. It'll be a waste if you try and go to my house.", she reasoned. "We just wanted to visit your house, that's all..." Paul shyly insisted. "Enough. If Harper said that we shouldn't visit her house, then we won't visit at all. Let's not make her uncomfortable and let's just play and play since tomorrow is our last day. Is that okay?", as usual, nine-year-old Kuya Danny knew what words to say for us to agree among each other. "Okay." After the said conversation, we resumed playing until the sky was getting darker and Harper needed to come back home once more. We were walking toward the front of the garden when Harper suddenly turned around. "Cindy, Paul, Kuya Danny, Ate Janine, thank you for playing with me. It was really fun learning all those games and being with you. It's been awhile since I've made a friend and had this much fun on this side. Thank you a lot!", she then launched a surprise group hug which made us stumbling onto the ground. "Thank you, too, Harp. It's not only you who were having fun. We did, too. And, please. Don't sound like we won't see each other again. We still have tomorrow, right?" "...right.", back then, we never noticed the bittersweet smile that Harper painted on her face.

Morning came and we were asked by the elderly to help tidy up the house since we were leaving later that night. Though the said house had numbers of caretaker, my family believed that we should still help maintaining the beauty of the place as our passed on loved ones did it by themselves. By the time that we finished packing and cleaning, we quickly ate our lunch then ran straight to the Acacia tree to wait for Harper and spend our last day with her. An hour had passed but Harper didn't show up. We waited for her a bit more but decided to go at the old gate when some moments passed. When we opened the front gate of the garden, we noticed that all the flowers looked like they're shining and in in their most blooming form, most of the flowers which were in different kind of beauty were Harper's favorites. While we were in awe, Cindy's mother, Tita Sally, called our attention who just came out of the house. "Are you playing inside the garden this time, guys?", she inquired. "No, mama. We're about to go to the old gate to wait for Harper.", Cindy replied. "Wait for who? And why wait on that gate?", Tita Sally seemed intrigued and confused at the same time. "Wow. These flowers are extra beautiful today. The gardener must be so busy tending it.", she added as she walked toward us. "Tita, remember the girl we mentioned last time who became our friend? Her name's Harper.", Kuya Danny explained to her and we nodded along. "Oh, your new friend! But why wait on this old gate, then? Is this your meeting place? You should wait under the tree instead." . "No, tita. Harper will be coming through this gate. Her house is on the other side and she always use this gate to come here." With Paul's words, Tita Sally's eyes grew big and she seemed really shocked. "What are you talking about, Paul? How will a girl live there when it's just an empty vast land for centuries? You kids! Are you playing tricks on your tita? It's not funny and totally not scary at all. C-cindy! Help mama finish packing our things. Hurry!", she stormed out of the garden. "Y-yes, mama.", Cindy looked confused with her mother's action but followed her anyway. Kuya Danny, Paul, and I were left standing in front of the old gate, still processing what our tita just told us. "...what did Tita Sally say?", I asked them but received no reply since both of them seemed shaky just like I was. "I... I don't understand. Why would Tita Sally say those things when Harper clearly told us that she lived behind this gate. And what about the other side being an empty land?", Kuya Danny paced back and forth like a little detective, but a coward one since his voice was shaking when he said that while avoiding to look past the old gate. "Ate...kuya...l-look.", hearing Paul's voice, we looked on where his gaze was focused on. He was really near the old gate and seemed to be peeking. We went near him and tried to peek, too. What we saw behind the gate was nothing but big land with few grasses and some trees. No houses were visible. The only sound that can be heard was the chirping of birds and rustling of the spring wind. I was getting scared bit by bit, and I felt that they were too, when Kuya Danny spoke. "Maybe Harper's house can't be seen from this distance. Maybe we should go take a look ourselves." "B-but Kuya Danny, Harper said that we shouldn't visit her house. His brother won't like it.", Paul added. "I know. But we'll just said bye to her if she doesn't want to play. We won't technically go inside her house but call her name outside of it. That, if we can find it.", kuya sounded like he was convincing himself. "O-kay. Since it's just 2:30 in the afternoon, we could try finding her house, I guess.", I said. Paul found the idea crazy but agreed anyway. After agreeing with the plan, I started to pull the gate but it won't budge. I asked for their help but the gate can't be opened and just made a creaking sound which hurt our ears, making us stop. "Stupid gate," muttered Paul as he slumped on the ground, looking resigned. But not long after he had sat, he suddenly got up. "How can we open this ugly gate if it's locked in the first place!", he pointed at the lock which was place a bit lower, making us not notice it out of our panic earlier. "Wait. When was this gate locked? I thought this was never locked?", my curiosity was running wild. Manong Gil, the gardener, was entering the garden with his tools, when we were busy figuring things out. "Hey, kids. What are you doing there?", putting his gardening tools down, he approached us. "Nothing, Manong Gil. By the way, manong, did you perhaps lock this gate last night or earlier?", Kuya Danny probed. "No, Danny. I didn't lock it.", Manong Gil replied. "If you didn't lock it, then who did it?" I added. "Well, I did locked it but not last night or earlier. I locked it weeks ago when I finished decomposing the trash.", he seemed weirded out by our questions. "But...how?", Kuya Danny looked flabbergasted. We never got another reply from Manong Gil as we heard my mother’s voice coming from inside the house. "Danny! Janine! Paul! Come inside! In the living room! Now!" shouted my mother. (to be continued...)

[just-homo-thingsxd]

Honesty. (Endeavor x Male Reader pt 5)

(Sorry for the late post today. I was at the Franklyn Institute with my Mom and sister so I didn't have any time to proofread until now xd. Enjoy.)

After a week and a half you were finally ready to be discharged from the hospital. Unfortunately, once your face bandages came off there was some scarring along the right ridge of your nose that wrapped underneath your eye. Other than that there wasn't any other permanent damage done. You were handed off to Endeavor, obviously your parents did not want to take you home after what happened. It was your first day out of the hospital and you were in Leonard's car. On your way to Endeavors place.

"How you holding up, kiddo? Your story was all over the news."

"Eh, I've been better Leonard. I'm super tired, but at least most of the pain is gone."

"How'd you end up in their place anyway?"

You hesitated for a moment. Endeavor wasn't in the car since he had to help with police reports with the answers you'd given to his questions. He never did ask how you got there, and you forgot to mention it as well.

"The night I stayed at his place. I got a voice mail from a number I didn't recognize. When I listened to it, they said they'd been watching me. That since I was close to Endeavor if I wanted him to not have a target on his back I was to meet them in the park at night alone. I couldn't just ignore them. They knew where I worked, and knew that I was close to Endeavor. I had no choice but to follow their orders. Once I got there the man that left me the voice mail, Kurogiri, asked all sorts of questions about our relationship. I do have a theory about the whole encounter, but I haven't shared it with Endeavor yet."

Pulling up to a red light he turned back to face you, with a tilted head he asked.

"What's your theory?"

"They wanted him to act impulsively and ruin his image, by hurting me they wanted to get to him. Why would they let me live? Granted, I did shove a knife through a guys arm. Maybe they did plan to kill me...."

You shivered. Very glad you brought the knife and erred on the side of caution.

"I'm glad you thought ahead. You're cute, and have brains. Endeavor sure is lucky."

You couldn't help but turn away, and scratch the back of your head nervously.

"Th-thank you."

"As for your theory. I suppose it's plausible. Why they'd want to ruin Endeavors image though is beyond me."

Only two reasonable explanations came to mind.

"Either they went into it without thinking too much, and just hoped it would effect him somehow? Maybe they want to poke holes in the top heroes, and crumble our society so uncertainty and doubt spreads throughout like a wildfire."

Leonard scoffed, but then grunted.

"That second one sounds exactly like what someone would want. Some crazy villain worshiping loser."

Letting out a soft chuckle you agreed. Still, it didn't seem like they got the attention they wanted. Most likely they expected something different to happen. It seemed too cut and dry.

After a few minutes past Leonard pulled up to Endeavors place and had a sly grin on his face.

"You want to get close to Endeavor, right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Then hear me out."

You nodded

"I'll help walk you up to the door. I'll say something along the lines of you're feeling weak and tired so you asked me to help. Then, I'll hand you off to Endeavor. Who will most likely be a little flustered, and because of his nature. He'll want you close incase something happens, if you're lucky.... He will keep you in his room."

This plan was assuming a lot of Endeavors actions, however it did seem feasible. A night alone with Endeavor, in his room.

"This sounds thoroughly thought through. Why are you doing this again?"

"You're the only one who tells me the stuff with you two. So all my schemes have to go to you. Besides, I gotta hear whether he's good in bed. Just to sate my own curiosity. Not to mention you've had it rough for a long time right? You deserve to be happy, and if being with him makes you happy I'll help however I can."

To think that Leonard would almost drive you to tears would've sounded ridiculous about 30 seconds ago. Yet, here you were.

"I say it a bunch, but seriously thank you Leonard."

"Don't mention it cutie. Now lets get going."

Even though you could walk just fine. You wrapped an arm around Leonard and he did the same. Walking slow you made your way to the door. It took a few seconds to compose yourself from laughing at this. You'd rather be honest with Endeavor, buuuut there's nothing wrong with some harmless fun. Leonard knocked and shouted out.

"Hellooooo, Endeavor are you home?"

"Coming, Coming!"

"Bet that wont be the last time you hear that eh?"

With a deep blush you turned your head away from him.

"Asshole."

"Preferably right?"

"Leonard I swear to god I will slap you."

"I'm down."

"Ugh, of course you are."

He let out a loud laugh as he pat your back.

"Relax, kiddo. You'll be fine, stick to th- Endeavor! How you doing?"

Endeavor opened the door. His hair was disheveled and he didn't seem entirely there, but he still looked as dashing as ever. Dressed in his usual robe. His eyes immediately met yours, and his eyes lit up.

"You're still looking good, and that scar adds a bit of mystery to your character."

"Oh ho ho. Ignoring little old me? That's a bold thing to do."

"I'm not, but it's been a week since I've seen him Leonard. I've been busy trying to prepare my agency for my absence."

You cleared your throat.

"Thank you, Endeavor. I'm glad it's not hideous."

"You'll never have to worry about that."

Leonard chuckled.

"Well if you'd be so kind to take this handsome man away from me, Endeavor, I can get out of you two love bird's hair."

Endeavor blushed a bit, but his attention turned back to you.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, just a little tired. I've been stumbling all day, so Leonard walked me up."

"I see. I'm sorry I couldn't be there."

Leonard pushed you a little bit forward to Endeavor. Who immediately wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close.

"Yeesh, finally. Took you both awhile. Have fun you two."

Before either of you could respond he walked away and waved.

"He certainly likes to be involved in my business. I never understood that about him. He didn't.... say or do anything weird right?"

"Of course not, why?"

"Just, uh, wanted to be sure."

"How have you been?"

"Stressed, and busy. I'm sorry I couldn't come by at all the past week or so. Like I said I had to prepare the agency for the time I'd be gone to take care of you. Regardless, do you want to take a nap?"

Yikes, you weren't actually tired, but you couldn't exactly deny it now.

"That'd be nice."

His hand slid down to your stomach as he held you close and started walking. You were the one setting the pace however he didn't want to go to fast so he just followed your lead. You made it to one of the stairs.

"Would.. hmm. There's no good way to ask this, so I'll just be blunt. Would you mind sleeping with me? I-in my room I mean!"

He naturally produced a ton of heat, but now there was a lot more. You didn't mind either of those, but you kept that little thought to yourself.

"Sure, that's fine."

He looked back to the door, and around the courtyard.

"Are you o-"

With ease he lifted you and held you against his chest. Bridal style. You wrapped your left arm around his neck, your right arm around his chest and locking your hands together.

"You've had some trouble walking right? Well.. I'd feel bad having you walk upstairs so...."

You rested your head against his shoulder.

"No need to explain Enji. Thank you."

The man made his way up the stairs and to his room. Once inside he gently laid you down on his bed. He pulled the covers up to your chin and sat down next to you.

"Are you comfy?"

"Yesss, this is so much better than my bed. I could get used to this."

"Good, because you should. Until you recover completely you're stuck in here with me."

"I could think of worse things. You treat me like a prince, even carry me. I could spend everyday with you."

You turned away from him. You let a little bit too much out there, but it all came so naturally it was hard to stop yourself.

"Is that so?"

His hand gently rubbed your forehead. Ruffling your hair a little bit he let out a grunt.

"I..I'm really glad you're okay after what happened the other week. Between the confrontation with your parents, and the villains.."

"Huh? Of course I am a close encounter with death can't.. bring... me.... down."

You looked up to Enji mid sentence and saw how red his face was. His hands were covering his eyes and his shoulders were shaking. Something clicked inside you. You weren't sure what it was at first. You just quickly got on your knees and wrapped your arms around him. Instead of using his hands to cover his face, he substituted it with your neck. Burying his face there. Nearly toppling you over in the process.

"It's alright Enji. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

You spoke in the softest most soothing voice you could muster. You rubbed at his back softly.

"I was so scared to lose you again. I don't know how I would've dealt with all the things I haven't said. Everything I feel for you, it was almost all lost. That's why now, of all times. I can't hesitate anymore."

It was a swift movement, and an unexpected one at that. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you into a kiss. His lips were trembling, but he used his hands to keep you in the kiss. Not that he needed to worry about you backing out. His lips were surprisingly soft. It took a moment for your heart to start fluttering at the feeling. You were kissing Endeavor. Really he was kissing you, but still. A man you'd grown so attached to since you first met him was doing what you wish you knew you could've done sooner. Did he really feel the same way you did? If he did you would've kissed him many times by now, but this felt more special. After a long moment, he separated the kiss. Though it was easy to tell he was reluctant.

"I've wanted that for so long, Enji.."

"Really? You're not.... upset?"

You let out a soft giggle as you wiped away the tears that still lingered on his face.

"How could I be upset? I've had a long time to think about how I felt towards you. Even though you frustrated me to no end at U.A. I can't deny that being with you those days were some of my fondest memories. Even when you scolded me for doing something stupid. In some weird way, I knew you only did that because you cared. People around us were doing stupid things all the time. I was the only one you ever got angry at."

"I knew you were above those things. That's why I'd get so angry. You had, and still do have, so much potential but you didn't see it back then. I didn't know how to convey that message to you at the time."

"You really thought high of me?"

"Yes, and I still do."

You looked down at the bed, and closed your eyes for a moment. This was the happiest you've felt in a long time. Your entire body was hot, from the kiss, now to this. He placed his hand under your chin and gently lifted it so you could face him.

"May I kiss you some more?"

You tugged on the collar of your shirt. You'd been blushing this entire time, but it was getting very warm now.

"Y-you don't need to ask Enji. It's not like I'm going to run from you."

His eyes closed and he moved in a bit closer.

"Good, I'm glad. Get ready~"

His voice playfully went higher on the last word as he once again pressed his lips against yours. He was a lot more forceful this time. Now that he knew you didn't want to leave, and didn't mind being kissed by him it was only natural for him to be more assertive now. He leaned you down on the bed, laying you on your back he climbed on top of you. He lifted himself up and placed his hands on your chest. He looked down to you with a tilted head.

"You seriously don't resist much do you?"

"Tch. I have no reason to Enji. I'm.. mph."

"You're...?"

"I-It's nothing important."

"Say it, I want to hear it."

You turned away, and felt your face burn as the embarrassing thoughts just kept coming.

"You still with me?"

"Todoroki, I'm.. yours...."

The males eyes widened in shock, and he grinned slightly.

"That's surprising."

"W-what is?"

"You called me Todoroki, and I guess saying you're mine is surprising as well."

"I-i called you that? i didn't even notice.."

"You did. I don't mind though, although I could think of a few other things you could call me."

He smirked, before giving you time to answer. He had little hesitation as he brought himself down over you and kissed your lips once more. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. His chest pressed against your own. The fact Enji was straddling you was having some... side effects. Everything about this situation felt right, but you still hoped he wouldn't notice. Although it wouldn't be easy to hide while he's on top of you, and not having access to your hands. Geez, reaching down there regardless might give him the wrong idea. A sharp sting hit your forehead.

"Owwww, what's the big idea?"

He had the audacity to flick you, rude.

"You zoned out there. Got a lot on your mind?"

"O-of course I do. You're on top of me, and you're almost naked."

He looked down and noticed he was only in his robe. He slid back a bit and scratched the back of his head.

"S-shit. Sorry. I completely forgot what I was wearing."

He was so dangerously close to sliding against the tent that had pitched itself. It was very uncomfortable.

"No worries, I don't mind."

"You don't mind me naked on top of you?"

"W-when you put it like that...."

He reached for the top of your head and gently ruffled your hair. He kept rubbing for a moment. Slow and rhythmic circles on the top of your head. Thank God you didn't have an animal quirk. If you had a tail right now it'd be flying all over the place. You closed your eyes and he continued to pet you. As good as it felt, you must admit it's a little embarrassing to be shown this kind of compassion.

"You really like that, hmm?"

"T-this is news to me as well, but yes I suppose I do."

"Well I've kept you up long enough I should let you sleep. Would you like me to pet you whlie you fall asleep?"

You knew you were as red as a tomato right now, but it couldn't be that bad right?

"Y-y..yes ple-please?"

"Are you asking me, or telling me?"

"B-both."

He climbed off you and laid down next to you on his side. His warm hand returned to it's previous place as you relaxed. You shut your eyes and leaned into his hand. The action was instinct, honestly you didn't even notice until he spoke something quietly under his breath. It was just loud enough for you to pick up on.

"you're so adorable."

You felt your heartthrob as he spoke. His voice was so genuine and gentle. It felt so nice that it made your chest hurt afterwards. You opened an eye and looked to him with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"D-did you say something? I'm sorry, I'm kind of out of it right now."

"N-no I didn't say anything."

Heheh. You'll turn a blind eye this time. You didn't want to get him worked up and the petting stopping. Still it was very surprising that you enjoyed this kind of affection as much as you did. Without any warning he laid his head on your shoulder. Giving you a quick peck on your cheek. He didn't force anything, but he influenced your body a bit as you were turned on your side to face him. You were face to his, and he never looked more handsome. You noticed some bags under his eyes. Has he been sleeping enough? Guh. You sounded like a Mom. Still you couldn't help but worry. He definitely noticed something was up by the look on your face.

"What's on your mind?"

"O-oh I was just thinking about you."

You blushed a bit and put your face into the pillow to hide it. Leaving your mouth exposed.

"W-What I meant was your well being. Are you taking care of yourself?"

"You're worried about me?"

You turned to face him, and stared at him in the eyes.

"Of course I am. You have bags under your eyes. You're getting enough sleep right?"

He averted your gaze with a sigh.

"No. This week has been rough. I've been working so much I just pushed it aside."

"Alright Enji, let me ask you this. 168 hours in a week. How many have you slept?"

He thought tentatively for a moment.

"M-maybe about 20 give or take?"

Your jaw dropped. Only 20 hours? How is he not passing out?

"That's like. Is that common?"

"More than it should be. I've been doing alright for a few months, but I've been stressed out recently it's hard for me to relax."

"So it has happened before?"

He nodded in response. You guessed you probably pulling that stunt and ending up in the hospital probably didn't help either. Guilt rises for a moment. His hand graces the side of your face.

"I know what you're thinking. It's written allover your face. It's not your fault. I've always had issues relaxing. Even when I was a kid."

"Do you have insomnia?"

He shrugged.

"Maybe. I can sleep well, but I can't when I have too much on my mind."

He turned away from you slightly. In a way it kind of was your fault, but you knew how stubborn he was. He would deny it over and over. Maybe you could help him relax.

You scooted closer to him. Looking up into his eyes you could see a flash of confusion. Followed by happiness.He wrapped his arms around you and held you close.

"I know I made the first move, but I still love having you close to me."

Placing a hand on his chest you leaned into his neck. That's when you felt it. It was so surprising you had to look up to him.

"E-Enji?"

"Y-yeah? What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

"O-of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?

"You're.. uhm."

"I know."

This could be taken the wrong way quite easily.

"Are you.. nervous?"

"Incredibly."

He didn't waste a moment to respond. When you laid your hand on his chest. It was very noticeable. Just how fast his heart was beating. The fact The Endeavor could be so nervous about just being close to someone was surprising.

"You should have felt it when I kissed you. I was so scared you'd be turned off and run away from me. With what happened to you though I didn't want to waste another opportunity to tell you well i guess show you how I felt."

Since he was a much bigger guy. He was further up on the bed as to not have his feet off of it. So you scooted up to him so you could look him the eyes again. He looked away and blushed a little. For as much as our sizes differ, our habits are quite the same.

"I guess the second best hero does have a weakness hmm?"

"I do, and you're it."

You had another heartthrob moment, though this one was a bit more conflicting. Whether he meant that as or good thing or not.

"You're my weakness, but you're also my strength. This is going to sound sappy, I know. When I got news that a villain attacked a waiter who worked at the Hook, Brine, and Shirmper I had this gut feeling that it was you. I kept trying to reassure myself you were okay, but every fiber of my being knew better than that. You... talked a lot when you were unconscious. Most of it was just mumbling, but there was one sentence that hit me like a truck. One that made me understand a bit more about you."

His eyes closed for a moment, most likely deciding whether he should say it or not. Hopefully it wasn't anything awful.

"I have to tell Enji I love him. You mumbled."

...

....

.....

"I-I..."

Your words drifted off. You managed to spill the secret you wanted to keep from him so badly while unconscious? It was hard to speak, It was hard to find any words. It was impossible to make a sound. He knew you said that. Yet he still kept it a secret until now? Was that why...? Your thoughts became clear for a moment.

"I-is th-that why you couldn't sl-sleep?"

Jeez. Such a way with words.

"Yes. That is why. I spent every moment I had awake wondering why I was such an ass to you when we were younger. I got depressed. I felt like the worst person in the world. My best friend cared about me and I couldn't show any compassion back to him? I wasn't even the slightest aware you had feelings for me. I was so concerned with myself I didn't notice the distance between us. Then on the day you ran away. The last day I saw you for years. I finally noticed how much a bitch I was to you all that time. That was the first time I ever felt ashamed of myself. I.... I cried myself to sleep that night. I had lost something I never knew I needed. A friend. It's funny. I practiced what I'd say to you as an apology, but right now my head is spinning. I can't think of anything I'm just saying the first things that come to mind."

H-he really has been in his head all week hasn't he? Endeavors not one to put this much thinking into anything other than hero work. That's the way it's always been, but it seems you have an effect on him.

"Enji. Could this also be why you didn't stop by this week?"

He nodded meekly.

"I-I didn't want to ignore you, but after what you said I didn't know how I would be able to compose myself around you. I've been doing a lot of self-reflecting this week."

You nodded. He was certainly more open, and not as stiff when it came to his responses. He was a lot more fluid in conversation which was new.

"Why self-reflect now though?"

"You had no reason to be my friend. I gave you every reason not to, and yet you were so insistent on being close to me. I only pushed you away, but every time I did you came back with 3 more reasons for you to stay. I want to be that for you."

"An annoying gremlin? It's not that fun trust me."

"Shut it, Boy. I'm serious."

"Y-YESSIR."

He ruffled your hair and smiled softly.

"Good boy."

You turned away from him. Even though being right in front of his face didn't help your case none.

"D-don't call me that. I'm not a dog."

"You like being pet though."

"B-Besides the point!"

"You like it when I call you Good Boy and when I pet you. You really are like a dog. Maybe you-"

He cut himself off and smirked. Shaking his head slightly.

"Never mind that."

"You were gonna say something I wouldn't like, weren't you?"

"Oh I'm sure you'd like it."

"W-what?"

"You sure you want me to tell you, this is my last warning, pup."

"Call me that again and I'll-"

You looked at how happy he was. Teasing you. Damn sadist.

"- Just say it. I'm sure I've heard worse."

He smirked and pulled you into his neck. His hand met the top of your head.

"Let's start over. You like it when I pet you. You like it when I call you a good boy which you are. My follow up statement was going to say you'd probably like it doggy style."

If this were an anime steam would be blowing out your nose and ears right now with how hot and bothered you just got.

"I-i wouldn't be so sure about that. I like.... uhm."

"Ooh! Do tell."

God, you couldn't believe you were about to tell him this.

"I like more... intimate positions. I don't want to feel disconnected."

"If someones in you, or you're in them. How the hell can you feel disconnected?"

As expected Enji doesn't get the term of romance.

"Come to think of it, what are you?"

"A human, although you believe otherwise."

"I was asking if you're a top or bottom puppy."

Here was the problem. You definitely didn't hook-up, but in previous relationships you'd always been the top. With... this hulking mass of beef however. The thought intimidates you.

"D-don't you dare laugh."

He nodded.

"In my previous relationships I've always been the top. I did enjoy being the giver. I'd never once received."

"Hmm. That's surprising coming from you. I suppose I could try being the bot-"

"I-I don't want to be on top... n-not with you."

He stammered for a moment.

"R-really? I'm like double your size. That also means."

He groped himself which sent a tingle down your spine.

"This could hurt you."

"L-lube and patience can get you anywhere. WAIT WHY DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?"

"I press your buttons all the time and I rarely expect to. When it's with me you're so jumpy and anxious. I can't imagine the server who I saw when we met up again being like this."

"Y-you.. I just. I still can't believe I'm with you like this Enji. I had little hope you'd change.. i'm sorry but it's true."

"I understand. I did too, so no offense taken."

A yawn crept up out of nowhere. How long had we been talking?

"Oh shit. You're supposed to sleeping, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Although I am a little tired."

"No more talking. Just petting and sleep."

He still held you in his arms. His hand idly rubbing the top of your head as usual. Seriously. How does someone enjoy this so much? Maybe he's right.

"I'll wake you up for dinner later, okay puppy?"

He really likes calling you that. As embarrassing as it is. There's nothing wrong with it. Receiving genuine compassion wasn't something you got often. You'll take what you can get.

"Sounds good, Enji."

"Haha, not gonna argue this time?"

"You win, you win. I'm too tired to try and argue."

"Not that you'd get anywhere."

Ouch, he wasn't wrong. He's more stubborn than a mule.

"Enji?"

"Hmm?"

"I..I love you."

He chuckled nervously. His idle rubs paused.

"Yeesh, that came out of nowhere."

"I guess it did, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, as long as you're happy."

"With you, I am."

It took a few minutes but in time. The radiating heat from Enji, and the sudden sleepiness overtook you as you fell fast asleep in his arms. He's done a lot of reflection, and that makes you happy. He's trying to improve himself for the better. It's.. Inspiring. Maybe... it was time for you to do the same. Sooner or later the mask has to come off. You needed to deal with your issues, and if anyone deserves to know that. It's him.

[sharethisgemwithme]

“Change Your Mind” instant reaction

As always, my first watch is without pausing or rewinding. The stopwatch for part one starts as close to "We..." as possible (assuming we get a standard intro). As this is a single episode, I'll pause the clock during commercial breaks and try to gather my thoughts, then post the whole thing in one block.

As the episode just aired, and this is quite lengthy, parts 2-4 are behind a cut. I’m gonna go through and re-proofread after posting.

0:00 - LET THE BATTLE OF HEART AND MIND BEGIN. I don't expect a standard episode title card, more likely something like they did for "Bismuth". 0:03 - WE'LL ALWAYS SAVE THE DAY! 0:21 - OK, title card. And the litany of boarders. 0:34 - Wake up, Pink Lasagna. 0:44 - "Oh right, prison." Exactly what I would have sarcastically typed. 0:58 - Umm, where is she? 1:11 - You didn't send her to the zoo, did you? 1:24 - What the hell? 1:38 - That's a weird looking pebble. Even for the pebbles. 1:48 - Oh. Shit. flashback? 2:04 - She's gonna take away your pearl. That's gonna become White Pearl? 2:28 - Everything goes in circles. 2:39 - Another terrible nightmare. Enjoy eternity spent in prison. 2:55 - Yep. Everything goes in circles, alright. 3:06 - Connie, you are probably not gonna help the situation right now. 3:25 - Ok. "I'm sorry." 3:29 - Or not. 3:38 - Bunches of tears. 3:49 - This is not gonna make her any happier. 4:09 - It has warped him into thinking that fusion is okay. Which is not a bad thing. 4:32 - Oof. 4:46 - You did. A lot. Enough to make her run away and pretend she was gone forever. 5:04 - "This is why you left, isn't it?" Pretty much. 5:10 - I think we're about to get a song... 5:35 - I don't know we're ready to get you home. 5:45 - MEAL TIME. 6:08 - Good luck with that. 6:25 - Busted. 6:42 - "She prefers to be called Steven." Wow. Close enough. 7:06 - Diamond on diamond violence. 7:24 - This is a good distraction. 7:38 - That's a lot of shards in bubbles in the background there. 7:50 - I saw four gems there. 8:00 - They're not ready to reform yet! 8:08 - You've already done that. Yep, just like Blue just said. 8:20 - But Yellow can't admit that she's hurtng. 8:34 - Yellow trying to fuckin' kill Blue here. 8:59 - It's been only 100 something episodes since that hot dog line came up. I'm glad Yellow was like "WTF does that even mean?" 9:21 - You'd think these bridges would be a bit sturdier. 9:29 - "I'm not." 9:45 - RUN FOR IT. 9:58 - Makes sense. The harder the hit, the longer the recovery. 10:17 - Yeah, this isn't gonna work. 10:29 - Time for white to say her line from the promo. "You're not going anywhere." 10:35 - I mean that was kinda obvious, but... called it. 10:58 - White Pearl, you are freaky as all hell.

OK, so Steven and Connie have retrieved the physical gems, and have Blue and Yellow on their side, but 3 on 1 might not be enough for a fair fight.

11:00 - Start of Act 2. 11:15 - Go to your rooms. All three of you. 11:29 - Was that pun really necessary, Connie? 11:44 - And here comes Bismuth! 11:55 - They look like they're lying, even though we know they aren't. 12:14 - Boom, what a knockout. 12:22 - Bismuth's piloting one of them. 12:32 - I guess Peri's piloting the other one, if she's woken up. 12:45 - Damn, those are some fancy outfits 12:52 - Lapis... almost has a star. 13:00 - Good thing you fixed it. 13:20 - One of these days Steven will learn how to GET THE FUCK OUT WHILE YOU CAN. 13:45 - At least put the gems somewhere safe! 14:07 - And White won't admit it. 14:14 - Connie's motif. Always pretty. 14:25 - Remember when Dr. Maheswaren was used as a proxy for Yellow? 14:55 - She called him Steven! 15:08 - FORM VOLTRON! 15:20 - It's about time we found out why the diamond ships form a full body. 15:55 - Id on't know what they'd actually want to say, though. 16:02 - I took over a lot of worlds, and I don't get enough credit for that. 16:25 - So many geology puns there. 16:30 - I'm not sure that's the kind of conversation Steven was really looking for, though. 16:51 - Peridot's visor is too wonky IMO. 17:00 - Let us all into our head. That might be a bit too literal. 17:!2 - WHAT THE FUCK. 17:19 - WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK. 17:28 - NOT OKAY. 17:36 - AGAIN, HOW ABOUT WE GET THE FUCK OUT AND REGROUP? 17:50 - Goddammit, Steven. I told you to put those somewhere safer than IN YOUR HANDS. Don't you have pockets?! 18:28 - What? That's a bit weird. 18:36 - Is that how he's gonna get the other ones back also?! 18:54 - "Owl be fine.” NICE. 19:04 - WE'RE REALLY DOING THIS!!! 19:15 - Whose voice is that? 19:28 - Luckily this chasm is fuckin' infinite. 19:59 - OH HELL YES WE DOING THIS ALRIGHT! 20:07 - Or maybe not just yet.

Holy shit all the new fusions and forms, fuck yeah everything. But we didn't even get a name or appearance for Steven + Garnet before they got stomped on by a diamond ship.

20:15 - Start of Act 3. 20:19 - So much for a chance to collect my thoughts first. 20:29 - "You better step off." "Chillax my dudes." 20:41 - Sunstone. Wow. 20:48 - I feel like I should be able to place this voice, but I can't. 21:12 - Fourth wall breaking. Just like on the bingo card. 21:25 - Bungacowa. That's Amethyst's line! 21:38 - What the hell is even happening now? 21:58 - That didn't work. 22:02 - Another wonky visor. 22:10 - Obsidian? 22:14 - OBSIDIAN! 22:20 - You might wanna hurry this dance up. 22:38 - Gonna look like the temple fusion? 22:58 - YEP. Even though I question the chronology of that. 23:11 - Huge is a relative term. 23:25 - Yeah, it's about time the B team started doing something down here. 23:49 - Peridot, shut up before you get smacked in the face again. 24:02 - Try to be a little more stable when you got a human holding on for dear life. 24:22 - Oof, they took a hit. 24:39 - Bismuth's suit is metal. That should be good enough. 24:48 - Fuckin' ow. 24:52 - Connie. Where's Connie? 24:58 - Whew. 25:05 - "I've got this." The hell you do, Connie. 25:19 - If you're Voltron, then why am I the one forming blazing sword? 25:40 - Gem script decoders, get to work. 25:59 - They fell apart. But now they've got a way in. 26:15 - Save Connie! 26:24 - Never mind, she's okay. 26:40 - Oh this is creepy as all fuck. All three of them with one voice. 27:07 - So why didn't White zap Steven or any of the true rebels? 27:39 - Amethyst is me. As usual. 27:51 - Why did I have to ask that? 28:02 - Yeah, and it's plenty, Amethyst. 28:11 - GET OUT OF THE WAY, DAMMIT. 28:24 - This is not going well. 28:32 - And now they're all devoid of color. 28:55 - That was a middle finger, just sayin'. 29:09 - Oh good we got the 360 degree head spin just for kicks. 29:35 - She's not often told that she's wrong. 29:47 - "Because you are also flawed."? 30:07 - That's a creepy laugh. On top of all the other creepy shit. 30:20 - Connie, be careful. 30:33 - The student faces the teacher. 30:58 - Please make it stop. 31:15 - You've gotta say something more than just "You're wrong." 31:28 - That picture did seem a bit weird. 31:53 - We know that he's part gem. That doesn't mean he's the same person. 32:15 - And one more commercial break? 32:30 - Oh don't you dare. 32:49 - FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. WE ALWAYS WORRIED THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN.

"Three Gems", "Bubbled", and I'm sure one or two other episodes teased the idea of what would happen if Steven's gem was removed. Well we're about to find out, I guess. Shit.

33:00 - Start of Act 4. 33:05 - Oh wow, a two-part vision? 33:19 - This is freaky. 33:32 - Shit, I wasn't looking at all the forms. 33:45 - Yikes. 33:49 - No one's quite sure what to say. 33:59 - Are they gonna talk together? I guess not. 34:15 - That's some hardcore yelling from Pink Steven. 34:35 - Merge with him. Please. 34:42 - Fuck, Connie got strong. 34:52 - It's not a real thing. You can't zap him. 35:10 - Or something like that. 35:21 - Luckily he's got a 360 shield. 35:40 - What does this mean? 35:50 - Flesh Steven is in so much pain. 36:02 - 'Cause it's funny how much you suck. 36:19 - He's back! 36:40 - White is losing her shit. She's the one having the tantrum. 36:54 - Oh, her imperfections are showing. And now there's color in the world again! 37:13 - I don't think you're in control anymore. 37:25 - And where's the original Pink Pearl? 37:33 - Show us the original pink pearl. 37:39 - Read the room, guys. 37:55 - There she is! 38:02 - Still wondering what the deal is with her eye. 38:14 - OH FUCK, THAT'S WHY SHE SHINE SO BRIGHT, SO THAT NO ONE CAN SEE HER SHADING. 38:30 - We're all who we are. 38:38 - Why don't you let yourself just be whoever you are! 38:45 - You been doing a shit job of making everything better so far, White. 38:59 - And we're glad they left Greg behind. 39:12 - Sadie's singing Greg's greatest hit! 39:25 - IT'S BEACHAPALOOZA. 39:38 - Greg's gonna break into tears. And then some. 39:47 -- Ronaldo's face! 39:55 - PERFECT TIMING, LARS! 40:12 -Or maybe not, Rhodonite, but it's okay. 40:29 - Yeah, they know who the Diamonds are. 40:44 - You're kin with each other now. 40:55 - Oh god, Padparascha. 41:02 - "Lars isn't going to know what to say." Oh god, I laughed. 41:18 - How long has it been since we had a nice star wipe ending? 41:39 - I think that counts as a hot pink limousine. 41:56 - Ronaldo already pissing off Lars. 42:20 - We're healing everybody!!!! 42:42 - New verse for the "WATCG"! 43:02 - JASPER! 43:15 - Someone's gonna have to explain something to Jasper. 43:36 - So... where the hell do we go from here? 43:52 - Like, seriously. What in the hell can the next episode possibly be? 44:45 - Eh. I'm not sure how I feel about that last song. 45:00 - Movie promo! 45:10 - COMING THIS FALL.

And... we got the credits from "We Need to Talk" for some reason. Okay then. No credit notes tonight, I suppose.

[sansvirtuosity]

lonashipping and #7 for the kiss meme? :3c

I’m dying this ended up so much longer than I expected please kill me. This is the first thing I wrote in like a month, and it’s also extremely unedited (or even proofread because I’m so damn tired) so if it’s nonsense, I’m sorry. If it’s not utter garbage when I wake up, I’m posting this shit to AO3. You’re a goddess for requesting this, Pixel. You got so many words from me. Like blood from a stone.

Lonashipping, #7: “A kiss to shut them up.” from this post. Recommended listening: All-Nighter by Bad Bad Hats. 

Rating: T, characters are older than in canon (16+) because I still can’t reasonably believe that ten-year-olds are going around and cockfighting dragons and no one is stopping them.

Moon was Alola’s first Champion. Just the thought alone was surreal. Even now, at the party thrown in her honor, she still forgets to respond to the title. But she was sure the role would grow on her, just as her strange group of friends did. Everything in Alola had a way of sticking to you.

Champion, huh?

It wasn’t something she’d set out to become when she left Kanto. She just wanted something to do. And now look at her. She almost felt like a fraud, like at any moment everyone would realize she was just a bored kid who likes pokemon, and not some great Champion.

Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket, and she seized the opportunity to excuse herself from her current group of admirers to check the message.

‘Unknown Number: [Image attached]’

Well. If that wasn’t a virus, she was the Queen of Kalos. She moved to delete the message, but another came through just as her thumb hovered over the ‘Erase’ button.

‘If you hurry, you can still catch him ;)  - W’

Him who? And ‘W’?

Now she had to know.

The number had an Alolan area code, after all. Maybe it was fine. And the possibility that someone got her number from Hau or Kukui without her knowledge was extremely high. Those two never understood discretion a day in their lives.

She opened the image, steeling herself for the possibility that she’d need to get a new phone after her curiosity killed her current one. But thankfully, the image was completely innocent; a screenshot of a boarding pass.

They definitely had the wrong number.

At least, that’s what Moon kept telling herself as her curiosity continued to get the better of her and she zoomed in on the passenger information. It’s not a breach of privacy if it has nothing to do with her, right? She’ll just delete it and move on.

But it turns out, as it always does in Alola, that it has everything to do with her.

Several realizations hit her at once as she numbly read through the entirety of the boarding pass to Kanto, which she learned belonged to Gladion:

Firstly: She hadn’t seen Gladion all night. It was strange. Or so it should’ve been. He called her the night before to congratulate her on her win, and she thought that meant he’d be coming into Iki Town to celebrate with her. But she was very, painfully wrong.

Secondly: The W made sense, and she quickly added the number to her contacts for convenience; It could only be Wicke. She probably acted as Gladion’s proxy to buy a ticket out of the region to begin with. There was no way Lusamine would’ve let him leave on his own, but Wicke always trusted Gladion implicitly. Wicke apparently trusted Moon, too. Enough to send her potentially security-compromising information.

Thirdly, and to her, most importantly: She hadn’t even considered that Gladion could just up and leave without telling anyone, despite knowing full well how he’d left Aether on his own years ago. It frustrated her to no end to think that she would’ve been completely blindsided by this if Wicke hadn’t messaged her.

She silently thanked Wicke for the heads-up, not bothering to text her back. She needed to catch Gladion, and fast.

Moon shoved her phone into her pocket and surreptitiously tried to skirt her way around the crowd of party-goers and avoid as much attention as possible.

How could he? She thought. He didn’t care about me or Hau enough to say goodbye? Did Lillie even know? Was he just going to sneak off into the night like some jilted lover?

It was nonsense. She wasn’t going to have any of it.

Anger began to bubble up beneath her skin and she reflexively clenched her fists. She shoved them into her pockets with unnecessary force, and to her added annoyance, the movement caught someone’s eye.

“Moon, where are ya goin’? Party’s that way,” Hau laughed and clapped her hard on the shoulder. That is, until he saw the dark look on her face and backed off, peeling his hand away with deliberate slowness. “Yikes. I’m not going to ask; I’m too young to die. But if you want to talk about it…?”

Moon continued to walk, and Hau warily hovered just out of her reach, very obviously itching to reach out to her. Moon felt her lip twitch into a smile despite herself, and she sighed. She couldn’t even pretend to be upset if she wanted to. Not with Hau around.

“Can you do me a huge favor?” she asked, throwing him an apologetic look and feeling guilty when she noticed Hau’s body visibly relax.

“Always. Anything.” He said seriously, nodding to himself.

“If anyone asks, I’m in the bathroom.”

“You’re going somewhere?” he raised an eyebrow, but when she didn’t respond, he dropped it. “Alright, I won’t ask. You do your thing. Just come back soon; it’s your party, after all. If you don’t come back in an hour, I’m eating the entire buffet table and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Table and all?”

“Of course.”

Moon laughed despite the ever-growing pit of anxiety in her stomach and pulled Hau into a crushing hug. He coughed, and repeatedly tapped her shoulder-blade with the flat of his palm like a wrestler desperately trying to end his match. Moon took pity on him and let him go, fluidly sidestepping him to continue on out of Iki Town.

She absently put her hand up in a final wave, in case Hau was still watching her go.

Moon escaped the party with minimal interference and prayed that she wouldn’t be missed.

She had no idea how long she’d be out. At best, she hoped she could give Gladion a quick verbal ass-kicking and convince him to stay. But the worst-case scenario was, she realized with a growing restlessness that made her break out into a full sprint, she might have already missed him. He might already be on his way to Kanto, and too far away to reach.

She cursed herself for not checking the departure time on the boarding pass, but Wicke did say that she still had time, didn’t she? And Moon knew Wicke would never be so malicious as to give her false hope.

She made it to the marina in record time, feeling grateful for the consistent exercise that she got over the course of her Island Challenge.

She scanned the docks with a desperate eye, keeping every moored boat in a mental tally as she calculated her chances of seeing Gladion and actually convincing him to stay. She honestly didn’t know him as well as she’d like to, and this proved it. What were her odds, exactly?

Taking a deep breath to steel her resolve, Moon entered the building and stepped into the waiting room. Immediately her eyes caught a shock of blonde hair, and she rushed towards him. He was sitting in one of the rows of uncomfortable plastic chairs, bent over his phone which he turned around in his hands with obvious anxious energy. Wicke saw Moon before Gladion did, and she gave Moon a bolstering smile as she nudged Gladion to get his attention. Moon froze just outside the row of chairs, a painful shyness coming over her in waves.

What was she thinking, coming here?

Gladion caught and followed Wicke’s gaze, and when he saw Moon standing there, he launched himself out of his seat, dropping his phone in the process. His knees hit the chair in front of him with a painful-sounding plastic crack, but he didn’t react. He was too busy searching for an escape route. He turned around to try and push past Wicke, but she put her arm out to stop him. With no other option, he finally turned towards Moon, but refused to look her in the eye. She couldn’t tell if it was guilt or stubborn pride that kept him from looking at her.

The sight helped Moon remember her anger.

“Outside.” She said, hoping she just imagined the way her voice wavered.

He pushed past her, not waiting for her to step aside. Wicke sent Moon an apologetic look, and Moon mouthed a ‘thank you’ in return. She had no idea what she was going to say to Gladion, but just knowing she had Wicke’s support gave her the push she needed to follow him out of the building anyways. She didn’t have the time to compose her thoughts; she just needed to go. She had to talk to him.

Gladion was already at the end of the dock when she finally stepped outside. He was leaning on the guardrails that just barely separated them from the dark waves below, his chin tilted upwards in defiance, daring her to say something.

So she did.

“Where do you think you’re going? What is all of this about?” without giving him time to respond, she came closer. She gestured vaguely, opening and closing her fists in both anger and anxiety, overtaken with a sudden need to simply move. “Why didn’t you say anything? You were just going to leave without telling anyone? How do you think Hau would’ve felt? Did you think about him at all? Or-“

Or me, she wanted to say.

Instead, she let out a frustrated sigh that sounded more like a growl.

Gladion took that as a cue to defend himself, and he pushed off the railing to step even closer to her. He was only an arm’s length away now, and Moon could see the way his hands trembled with nothing to occupy them.

“It’s for training-“ he began, but Moon cut him off.

“Training? Glad, you can train here. You’re friends with some of the strongest trainers on the island.” Moon heard her own desperation in her voice now; she couldn’t deny it was there, even though it annoyed her to no end. “I’m the Champion, too. There’s no one better-“

“That’s exactly the problem!” he raked his hands through his hair in frustration, sending his strangely-styled bangs into further disarray. He half-turned around, ready to pace, but stopped himself and whipped back to Moon, his brows drawn in a tight grimace.

Moon didn’t give him a chance to clarify his words, stepping closer and staring him down. He didn’t back away. She could feel his breath on her face now, hot and quick. Overwhelmed, she almost snarled, “So, in order to satisfy some sort of personal inferiority complex of yours, you’d rather just leave Alola completely than accept any kind of help from-“

Moon found whatever words she’d had on her lips were swallowed entirely by a mouth not her own.

Gladion’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist for a brief moment before he pulled away from her, refusing to give Moon even a second to digest what just happened. As quickly as it came, the warmth of his body was gone, and she almost ached to feel it again. 

She could still feel the ghost of his lips on hers, and she shivered at the realization of what just happened.

“I’m coming back.” He said, breathless, his face flushed a damning red. “I’m definitely coming back, so stop.”

They stood in a heavy silence, the white noise of the waves rushing against the docks were nothing in the face of their sudden outburst of emotion. Moon couldn’t say anything at all, though she desperately wanted to. She had so many questions, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Can you just,” he started, and cleared his throat when the words came out rougher than intended, “can you see me off when I leave?” his eyes fell to the ground in-between them and fixed themselves there as though it were the most interesting sight in the world. “I’m bad at this. Not the leaving itself, but… leaving others behind. I didn’t mean for things to get like this, Moon, believe me.” she shivered again at his casual use of her name, but let him finish: “It’s always easier if I just skip saying ‘goodbye’ altogether.”

“Yeah,” She nodded, still a little breathless, “Yeah, okay; I’ll see you off.” He looked up at her, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes. Or perhaps it was a trick of the light reflecting off of the windows behind her, she couldn’t tell. “I’ll be right here, so make sure you look back.”

“You’d better prepare yourself. Once I’m finished in Kanto, I’m coming for you.” Moon didn’t have to wonder if he realized that his words could have a double meaning, because immediately he added, all in a rush, “So, uh, make sure you keep that Champion’s throne warm for me, alright? It won’t be the same earning it from someone else.”

She couldn’t help it; she laughed.

And just as she promised, she was there when his ship left, joined by Wicke, and more surprisingly, Lusamine, on the docks. Moon waved his way until the ship disappeared below the horizon.

He’d be back, but she had no intention of losing to him when he returned. She’d fully embrace her new role as Champion, and, at the very least, make Gladion’s trip worthwhile.

Just as she began her long walk back to the party, her phone vibrated with a new message:

‘If you were still wondering,

I figured Kanto was my best bet for training

because the strongest trainer I know grew up there.’

[letholojimin]

Look What You Made Me Do (PJM)

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader 

Themes: high school bestfriends au, college au

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 757

Summary: Park Jimin brings up your old flame from high school after four years of being strangers to each other.

“God, Y/N.” He says, stepping away from me. 

“Look what you made me do.”

Park Jimin was many different things- a college jock, a fraternity member, a sought-after campus crush yet to me, he was nothing. 

Not anymore at least. 

So when he started following me around, I expected it to be another one of his stupid tactics or dares. Every single day, he came to see me without fail. And if I were to be fully honest, I was starting to get pissed. 

“What the hell do you want, Jimin? Why the fuck are you hovering over me like I’m something that’s so interesting? After all, you didn’t think I was interesting enough to stick around you in high school so what’s up, huh?!” I exclaimed, exasperated.

He chuckled lightly, leaning back against the brick wall of one of the passageways between buildings in the campus. It was getting dark and I had time to spare so I wasn’t too worried about getting carried away with confronting him anyway. “You really are clueless, aren’t you?” 

With his words, my forehead scrunches up in confusion. Is he really that shallow? Is he really going to expect that I buy his ‘you really are clueless’ bullshit, whatever that even means?

“What do you even mean by that?”

My left hand is balled up into a fist, severely vexed with the reaction- or lack thereof- he was giving me. 

“I’m saying,” he brings out his wallet and takes out a rectangular piece of paper. “that I never believed you weren’t interesting enough to stick by me. If anything, you left me. I wanted you to stay.”

He hands the paper to me and I’m surprised to see a polaroid photograph of us two when we were still teenagers, when we were young and practically inseparable. “The bridge. That night at the bridge…” He sighs as I stare at the picture in my palm, a wave of nostalgia rushing over me like a tsunami. “That meant everything to me, Y/N.” 

Before I know it, I began crying. He obviously does not expect this because I see him panic in my peripheral vision. “Why now?” I breathe out, my voice hoarse. I gulp slowly and he comes closer to cup my face. “Why would you say this now?”

“I was afraid, okay? I didn’t know what I was feeling at the time, I was scared. I was young and stupid and I didn’t know how good I had it until I lost you.” This makes my tears flow out more easily because I’m hearing everything I wished to hear four years ago. “Jimin…” 

I look up at his eyes, looking for any kind of lie, looking for any kind of mischief behind a facade. To my surprise what I see is genuine sadness- something both of us have obtained after so many years of seeing each other and having a terrible past. It was insane- both of were the best of friends for so many years and one kiss changed all of that. 

It was his first time driving me out that time- neither of us had enough time to go out and really explore the city. We were sixteen, immature and bold. At that time, I felt like I could do anything with him by my side. But the next day he simply walked past me with no words. We never spoke again after that night at the bridge. 

“I was so damn in love with you. I didn’t deserve you.” He mutters lightly, his lips grazing over mine and his forehead pressed on mine. “I know I can’t live without you now, though. I know better now.”

He connects our lips and I taste the salty tears which had run down my cheeks. I waited so long for something like this to happen again. I tried and tried to forget him and everything we’ve been through but nothing ever worked. Sometimes I even stayed up at night just thinking about what was and what could have been but I knew that was wishful thinking. Now my naive dreams because a reality. 

I’ve never ever felt this alive in my entire life. Even after drunk kisses and several high school and college parties, I never felt so full of life. His lips disconnect from mine in an attempt to let us both catch our breath. It was the kind of kiss you’d die for- the kind you wait for your entire life. The kind that knocks the wind out of your lungs. Every second of it was ethereal. 

“God, Y/N.” He says, stepping away from me. 

“Look what you made me do.”

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Oh my god this is my first ever post in here I bet this is terrible but I wanted to write an angsty fluff ish drabble cause I was listening to Taylor’s new song and I was like wow this is darker than the usual Taylor and so this happened. I’m sorry for any lapses I didn’t proofread yikes.

[mogamifucker666]

Do you maybe happen to have some mogamatsuo hc to share? 👀

yyyyyYYA BABY

this is a dump of hcs and thoughts in general i’m sorry it’s a mess

anyway i’m gay here’s a readmore

some of this stuff is directly referencing Matsuo’s evil spirit reports (omakes form the manga) so there is that 4 ur reference as well

personally i think Mogami got out/was let out after Matsuo caught him at the Asagiri mansion, and i think there was Some Sort of altercation and like. ok..

Mogami: *hurts Matsuo*

Matsuo: *aroused* *sexy moan probably*

Mogami: did you just…?

Basically Matsuo is into it and Mogami is completely caught off guard. anyway that’s how Matsuo got him caught again probably lmao. 

(Old Man Doesn’t Understand Kinks, More On This Story At 9)

Mogami like “bitch what the fuck” at Matsuo is my fave

some misc thoughts on their dynamic? i guess?

Mogami just shows up sometimes after the world domination arc and at first Matsuo is like “hhhhhm yikes??” but then it’s like “oh hey ;^) fancy seeing you here ;^) in my house where i live ;^)”

OK SO. Matsuo is a weird boi, very disconnected from ppl/everything, wants 0 validation or support, independent and self-sufficient, prefers being around his pets to real people usually. Also imo he’s lowkey a sadist and.. a highkey masochist.. given the right situation.. ;^)💦💦💦

point being: Mogami is like.. annoyingly human in his personality, and is grouchy and OP and could kill Matsuo without much effort, which Matsu is used to (between Claw, Toichiro, the Super 5, Mob and co., etc) but it probably gets tiresome after a while. but like it’s kinda hot lmao.

and Mogami is just. Mogami.

meaning they get tired of each other after time together so there’s like.. no commitment at all. Matsuo is just here to have a fun time and Mogami is.. hm. idk i imagine him say things with Matsuo are “amusing” but like.. @ mogami bish u like it enough to keep coming back bish i c u shut up

Matsuo was originally gonna try to use.. uh.. relations.. with Mogami to get control over him, or at least manipulate him somehow. But Mogam is too powerful for Matsuo’s powers to do much of anything, and Mogami is Mogami so he ditched that idea and is just on for the ride (wink wink) at this point

(sidenote: it’d be interesting if Matsuo was able to get control over Mogami over time.. definitely a concept worth considering……. :3c but also a whole other barrel of moneys for a whole other post)

and Mogami had 0 interest in Matsuo (Matsuo’s ability is probably eerie to him, like Matsuo was able to contain him and that’s Fucked Up. Matsuo being into getting hurt? Also Fucked Up.)

but Matsuo is also intriguing and knows what it’s like to be around spirits and like..? he’s the only character that showed Any interest in Mogami at all?

basically gets a tiny bit attached to Matsuo because god damn it he is endearing like??

Mogami’s attachment isn’t consistent or consistently expressed kindly regardless but sometimes there are tender moments. Matsuo isn’t counting on that at all tho lol. but Mogami’s moments of endearment are cute and endearing.

ok i’m getting sentimental i’ll mayb come back to this part

i’m getting worn out on writing so? some last thoughts/things 2 consider

anyway they have that Good af S&M dynamic it’s super lit

Matsuo legit gets off on being afraid (dark but?? shrug? gotta get that Good Adrenaline Rush)

Matsuo with bite marks and bruises… mayb a lil bloody.. *sweats* y-ya.. boi…

he’s a wild one lmao..

some fun ideas for Matsuo using physical objects + psychic abilities to interact with ghosts

sticker-covered collar 4 Mogami

make up

ropes ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Matsuo’s pets avoid Mogami (even tho they get jealous)

power play.. Mogami being submissive but quickly/abruptly turning the tables

the fucking mindscape?? endless possibilities

ghost shenanigans 

good ol’ possession

Mogami just reaching straight through Matsuo’s chest/just walking through him if he gets pissed/annoyed

being around Mogami is physically cold/him being cold to the touch

Mogami’s dark/scary aura messing with Matsuo’s head sometimes (ex: nightmares)

also Matsuo being used to touching and being around ghosts but still like.. getting cold/shivering after a while.. cute..

(writing this is.. i hate that this is giving me spicy ideas for drawings.. Anon i’m dying i feel so attacked right now….)

ANYWAY sorry 4 the typos i’m sure r present here but i can bother to proofread rn! i’ll try to read through it later n maybe add some more

[alexandraa-writes]

Blog Entry# 3

          When I’m consoling a friend who’s going through rough times, say for example a breakup or a loss, I tell them to let themselves feel everything— no matter how painful and heart-wrenching it may be. “Iiyak mo lang lahat ‘yan,” I would say. “Just let all the negativity out of your system,” I’ll add. I’ve read a fitting quote somewhere which goes, “Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see life in a clearer view again.” I took note of that. It made sense. Crying is a form of release; it’s highly cathartic. It really does make you see your situation in a different perspective afterwards.

    However, like most people, I can’t seem to follow my own advice.

         I don’t know if I’ve always been like this or I’m just noticing it now, but after a traumatic incident involving roommates and blockmates and betrayal, I think my emotions have completely shut down. (Wow, I can’t believe just thinking back to that time made me flinch. Oof) Anyway, after all of that, I just became so apathetic (or was that what pushed me off the edge?) I don’t know how to explain this, but I just don’t care about anything (or anyone) anymore. To put it simply, Nawalan na ako ng pake, I guess.

         After being constantly betrayed and abandoned by so, so many people I used to trust and care about, I’ve just given up. As cliché as it sounds, but my heart has slowly been turning stone cold, as hard as rock. I stopped being attached to people. Every person I meet, every existing relationship I have, I think of them as temporary— that one day, this very people who are making me laugh and smile would inevitably leave me. I’ve accepted that fact— that no one really stays in my life. They’ll all disappear eventually. I’ve never had a true best friend or a constant group of friends to support me. And it’s okay, and it will be okay. The thought of that doesn’t make me depressed or anything, it’s just something I have come in terms with. It doesn’t really bother me that much, but of course, I hope things weren’t like that. Sometimes I wish that someone would stay.

         Recently, I haven’t felt any kind of unpleasant emotion that really riled me up. Of course, there’s the occasional sadness (Have you heard about the death of Oppy, the Mars Rover?) and I do feel anger at times (I’m looking at you, Philippine Government). So yeah, I’m not completely numb. I just haven’t been feeling any sort of intense emotions lately. To illustrate, when my best friend of three years backstabbed me, I didn’t feel anything. And when another close friend just stopped talking to me (when he promised never to leave), I just shrugged it off and moved on. Then there’s this ex-fling who disappeared after he said we’ll still be friends even if our little “relationship” ended, and I was just like “thank u, next” after. I can’t even remember the last time I genuinely cried. So, I guess, that’s a good thing, right?

         Honestly, I don’t think I’m suppressing my emotions. There’s really no struggle to fight back tears, to stifle anger or anxiety— nothing. There’s nothing to suppress. However, I do feel empty at times, like there’s some sort of void in the place where my heart is supposed to be. My relationships seem so shallow now. No one’s impacting my life anymore, no one matters to me— not even my parents. When I say that I don’t care about anyone anymore, I really mean it. I don’t even care about myself or my life in general. I could die tomorrow, tonight, or as I’m writing this, I wouldn’t mind. Without attachments, nothing’s really holding me down to this world. I’m not suicidal or anything, but I just don’t see the value of my life anymore.

    Woah, well that got dark really fast.

     Anyway, I’m just a chill, happy-go-lucky, go-with-the-flow, ride-the-waves kind of person. I live by the quote, “Just say yikes and move on. It really do be like that sometimes.” (That’s actually my phone’s wallpaper right now) Shit happens, so might as well get over it quick; there’s no point crying over spilled milk. I just learn from my mistakes and move on to the next mistake. I’m weirdly optimistic in a sense that I don’t regret anything bad that I’ve done or has happened to me, I just treat it as a learning experience that would help me grow as a person.

    So yeah, bottom line is: no emotions = no problem. Yay!

(As I’m proofreading this blog post, I’d like to say that I think I am suppressing my emotions after all. When I wrote about the part about me not having “real” friends, I kind of felt sad for myself. And I tried to push that sadness away, I tried to delude myself into thinking that I don’t care.) But really, I can’t help but think, is there something wrong with me? I’m outgoing, energetic, friendly, and I love meeting new people and interacting with crowds. I have lots of friends… but all those friendships seem so superficial. None of the people I’m friends with right now had seen me at my worst— no one knows about my hopes and dreams or even my favorite ice cream flavor (which is strawberry, by the way.) I’m really good at making friends, but I have a hard time maintaining them. It seems like I always do something wrong that compromises everything. Oh well, that’s all I can say.)

[musicrunsthroughmysoul]

I keep writing the wrong words I mean - like, not even misspelling them, just totally writing the wrong word when I mean a different word even though the difference so far is usually, like, a prefix or suffix. But still. This is fucking weird. (I JUST DID IT AGAIN, BUT I TYPED ‘WORD’ INSTEAD OF ‘WEIRD.’ WHAT THE FUCK.)

My brain is...not working correctly. This is scary. I’m not even dyslexic, so like, what is this?

Guess this means I have to be extra vigilant about proofreading things before I post them. For every post. Yikes. That’s disheartening. I like to be a little carefree, you know? I mean, not 100% because it’s language, but like, in the way I post things...well, sort of.

Oh, and I found out when I was handwriting the card I made for my best friend, this writing-the-wrong-words thing extends to not just typing, but handwriting, too. At one point I handwrote in her card “carry” instead of “care,” but I think that’s because my hand couldn’t keep up with my thoughts because I wrote “worry” two words after “carry” so I think my hand ended up combining “care” and “worry” without me noticing.

I have no idea what the fuck this is or what it’s called but I’d kind of like to know.

LINGUISTS? ANY LINGUISTS IN THE HOUSE WANNA EXPLAIN THIS TO ME?