#[ been distracted by so many wonderful asks ahaha ]

[despairforme]

Mondays can't hurt you if you forget it's monday.

[levi-supreme]

4, 5, 16?

Hi Ronan!! Thank you for sending me something~

4: what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Oh wtf I have so many............ but I think the one I do try to work on is my statistics professor Levi propaganda HAHA. I have a lot of scenarios and plot ideas regarding stats prof Levi, but I just don't have the time to work on them just yet because there are so many other things I need to work on first, such as overdue and pending requests hehe.

Then again, this is something I will definitely not give up on because I love the idea of single and hot 40 y.o. stats prof Levi and he is just irresistable 😵

5: have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

I have a lot of different playlists for different moods, so I'll change them up according to what I'm writing. But if it's a playlist I made specifically for a piece of writing, I only have one XD

It's a playlist titled Levi Ackerman 💋 (spotify playlist) and yep, I made it because I was writing a very indulgent Reivi birthday smut fic lol and I made it to brew the smut and get into the mood ahaha >//<

16: where is your favorite place to write?

My favourite place is at home, on my desk, with my laptop! It's my most comfortable spot because I can snack when I work (hehe) and I can also work without distractions!

I find going to places like the library or a café too distracting because people are always walking around and I am very easily distracted by anything and everything in my surrounding....... Also, I need to listen to music when I work too! If I listen to my headphones/earbuds for too long, I'll get a headache lol. My desk faces the window, so I do have an undisturbed view outside me and I don't get distracted as much. I can also listen to music without headphones/earbuds, so writing at home works the best for me! This applies to when I'm studying too hehe.

Fanfic writer ask game!

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« Progressive Rivalry

Omg I love your blog 🥺 could I get a scenario or one shot with iwaizumi or Sakusa (or honestly any character you’d like!) where u run into each other at every tournament and it started out as a bitter rivalry but then they got rly worried bc u got hurt and they’re like “why do I care!?” Does that make sense? Ahaha 😅

~ just why do you keep running into the guy you hate most, especially when he equally hates your guts as well?

format: One-Shot 

genre: fluff

- includes: Iwaizumi Hajime

Warning(s): swearing, slight mention of blood, enemies to lovers trope 

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“Oh look, my best friend’s here.” 

“Fuck off.” 

A sarcastic grin tickles your lips as you place a hand over your chest, pouting mock-affectionately as the dark haired spiker wipes at his sweaty neck with a damp towel. You adjust the gym bag on your arm as the rest of your team begins to warm up, already used to this turn of events. 

“Aw, Iwa! You always manage to warm my cold, dead heart. If you have a crush on me, just say so. Are you some kind of stalker?” 

“Hah? A stalker? You wish.”  Iwaizumi stands as the red-headed one and popular brunette behind him stifle their amused laughter into their fists. “Who would like looking at your ugly mug all day?” 

The spiker’s failed attempt to intimidate you with his height had your smile widening in challenge, the insult not hurting a bit.  In fact, you lean a little closer, fake sniffing as if he had genuinely hurt your feelings. 

“Yep. I definitely want this temperamental six year old in the body of a seventeen year old to show an ounce of interest in me. How’d you know?” 

“How can I not show interest in things that perturb me?” 

“So you are interested.” You wink. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head over using words that are too complicated for your brain.” You lean around him to shoot a sweet smile to his teammates, ignoring the flash of irritation across Iwa’s face. 

“Issei, Oikawa, Hiro!” You flash a thumbs up, your pretty smile almost blinding. “You guys were cool.” 

“Y/N-chan~ you’re such an angel!” 

“Angel my ass.” 

“Oh. You’re still here.” Your voice falls dejected as Iwaizumi gains an irk mark on his forehead. Glancing back at your team, you smile and wave at the other three. “Gotta go warm up, cheer for me!” 

“Good luck!” Matsukawa calls after you, merely grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him an irritated stare. 

“Not gonna wish the love of your life a good game?” Hanamaki questions, already beginning to walk off while smirking into his water bottle as his dark-haired friend merely scoffs. The teasing from his trio of “friends”  wasn’t anything new. 

“I don’t think that thing is capable of loving.”

“Yeah yeah, you love her, we get it.” 

Iwaizumi groaned inwardly, sitting down tiredly on the bleachers to rest up as your team littered your side of the net. His jaw clenched when you offered him a lazy wave, kneeling slightly in your position as a libero. 

There were many things Iwaizumi had could say about your character or even the irritating smile on your lips at his blatant annoyance, but he couldn’t deny how well your team mixed. Oikawa whistled lowly as Hanamaki absently mentions to Matsukawa about how the other team hardly stood a chance. 

Iwaizumi blinks, feeling a pit of annoyance in his gut as the boys in the stands whistled at every save you made, the pit deepening even further at the smile you cast in their direction. 

“You’ll get frown marks Iwa-Chan!” 

“Shut the hell-” 

“Oh shit! Y/N!” 

Iwaizumi’s head whips back in the direction of your match at the sound of Hanamaki’s exclamation just in time for the collision. 

And then his breath caught in his breath so abruptly he almost choked. 

You clutched your ankle, teeth biting so deep into your lip so hard Iwa swore he could see a bead of blood as you withheld an obvious wail of pain. Your teammate knelt by your side with a hand clamped over her mouth in shock, Iwa being able to make out from your teammates’ panic that someone had accidentally shoved you so hard to the side you swore you heard your ankle snap in an attempt to stabilize yourself. 

“Y/N-chan!” 

“Is she okay?” 

But Iwa wasn’t listening, all distaste for you seeming to drown out of his system as he wondered, 

wondered why the hell he cared so much about the girl who tried her hardest to get under his skin. Your witty retorts, your wide grin, the softness of your irises, and the pang in his chest every time you jokingly bumped your shoulder against his in passing- 

that same girl who’s cheeks were now shining with spilled tears causing him to rise to his feet. 

“Oi Iwaizumi, where are you going?” 

He didn’t spare a glance to your teammates as they silently made way for the wide-shouldered spiker, dark eyes assessing the damage as he bent down, swooping you up into his arms as if you hadn’t weighed a thing. He ignored the stares and wolf whistles from his team as he hurried out of the gym and in the direction of the infirmary towards the specialists who were trained for these events, heart tugging at the sound of your whimpers. 

“I’ve had dreams about this.” You mumble, eyes clenched shut as tears built up on your closed eyelids, arms wrapping around his neck tighter as you buried your face in his neck. “Please be hot, that’s all I’m asking for.”

“You’re still joking at a time like this?” Iwa’s voice cracks at the proximity, wondering why on earth his chest was pounding in his ears as your eyes shot open. Immediately, you begin to squirm, your face heating up as Iwaizumi continues his hurried stride, barely sparing you a glance. 

“You’re taking me?” 

“No.”

“Don’t be sarcastic with me!” 

Iwaizumi leans his head in the opposite direction, away from the volume of your voice, but he couldn’t stop the slight tilt of amusement on the right side of his lips as you seemed distracted by the obvious pain in your ankle. Mission successful. 

He ignores your protests to set you down, frowning at your claims to wanting anyone else to have taken you. Even the brunette one.

“See, now that’s just plain insulting.” Iwa’s eyes narrow at you as he finally sets you down on one of the cots, about to walk off to find the doctor before a hand weakly tugs at the bottom of his jersey. 

“....I think they’ll come soon. Can you...just stay? Just until they come?” 

Iwaizumi blinked. Then blinked again. 

Iwaizumi clears his throat, recovering from his shock before pulling up a stool and grabbing a nearby first aid kit. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his gentle touch causing your cheeks to flare up as your eyes took on a vulnerable edge. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” It was genuine curiosity, anything to alleviate the strange heaviness in his chest when he acknowledged that fact that you despised him so.

Your eyes widen at the sudden attack, wincing a little as the cotton pad dabs at your lips, soaked in alcohol. “Why do you?” 

“I don’t hate you.”

“Oh-” 

“I just think you’re annoying as hell.” 

“Well I think that not a single thought goes on behind those pretty eyes.” 

“So you think my eyes are pretty?” 

The silence is heavy as you shake your head no quickly, causing Iwa to click his tongue and scold you to stay still as he keeps his eyes trained on your-

oh god he’s looking at your lips. 

“Yes.” You’re almost whispering, shyly avoiding his widened gaze as you lean away from him.

He stumbles over his words at your direct response, unprepared for the way in which you lean a little further back, eyes nervous and not at all the sarcastic gleam he knows as he swallows back the lump in his throat. 

“Well,” and then his hand is cupping the side of your face as he tugs you closer, confusion swirling in his head as his heart surges him forward, practically mumbling against your lips in a daze before he could stop himself. 

“I think you’re prettier.” 

He wanted to smirk at how he could practically see smoke puff out of your head. 

“Even if you hate me?” 

“I’m honestly not sure I ever did.” 

The distance is closed by you, a hand coming up to run your fingers through his dark locks as his thumb strokes your cheek, lips moving feverishly together as you attempt to pull back-

If he let you go, would you go back to hating one another? 

only for him to kiss you back even harder as if he was satiating some sort of hunger, a smile growing on your lips before a shot of pain shoots through your leg, bringing you back to reality as you whine against his lips. Iwaizumi gasps, ignoring your giggles and assuring words that you’re fine, carefully laying you down on your back while elevating your ankle. 

“Y/N.” 

“First name basis? Look at us skipping all the necessary steps.” you tug your hair out of it’s knot, attempting to redo it with a hair tie between your lips as the pain in your ankle falls to a dull throb. 

“What did....are we...?”

“Does the Iwaizumi Hajime want to know if we’re a thing or not?” Your smile has his cheeks flushing, stare becoming irritated. 

“Oi. Nevermi-” 

“Yes, idiot. Now run along and fetch my things, will you?” 

He rolls his eyes at your playful wink, ensuring your injured ankle was positioned properly before beginning to exit the infirmary-

“And Iwa?”

“What is it, doll?” 

Your chest leaps at the nickname, Iwaizumi beginning to smirk at the change in expression on your face before you clear your throat. 

“Thank you.” 

It was one of the most sincere things you had ever said to him. 

Your unexpected boyfriend kissed you on the lips a second time after a few strides, any confusion within him seeming nonexistent as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The way you gazed up at him had his chest doing somersaults, wondering if you were both just denying the attraction you felt towards one another before fate took its turn. 

“Nah, I should be thanking you.” 

“For what?” 

“Hurting your ankle-” 

“Get out.” 

Iwa’s feeling like an idiot with the lilt to his lips when the door slides shut and something hits the door where his head would have been, the slight smile fading back to his usual scowl at the sight before him. 

His three friends had identical grins on their faces, Matsukawa holding a #1 fan balloon and Hanamaki decked out in merch from your school. He narrows his eyes at the bouquet of flowers tucked behind Oikawa’s back. All obviously from the themed store of the tournament. 

Guess he didn’t need to worry about whether or not you would enjoy his idiotic friends’ company. 

“So you're whipped. Didn’t see that one coming.” 

“Whatever.”

“Iwa, where are you going?” 

“...to go get her things.” 

“You so love her.” 

“Shut the hell up and don’t enter her room until I get back.”

It was only when the dark-haired spiker turned the corner, looking behind and in front of him before his back hits a nearby wall as he attempts to calm his heartbeat, swearing he had never felt such a wild surge of energy through his veins as his lips tingled with the taste of you. He sighs, touching the hair tie that he stole from you when he kissed you a second time from within his pocket, wondering just when his hatred melted into the exact opposite. 

He was so whipped.

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Hi all! How are you lovelies doing? I’m going to be on here more often, thank you for 9k and your patience with me has helped me so much! This was one of my requests that I wanted to use to slide back into the swing of things, so I hope you enjoyed! <3

[id-amia]

Ok so I fell in love with your Mizuki bubble bath headcanons so could I request baking with them? As fluffy as you want to make it, and you can choose whether it's headcanons or a one shot! Don't worry about rushing this, I'd much rather it take a while and be high quality (and for you not to be stressed) than for it to be rushed and sub-par :))))

Also! Sorry that this ask is getting long but I just wanted to say I'm in love with the way you write, so thank you for publishing your work!

Baked Sweets, Sugary Love

“Somehow, my emotions kept making a fuss.”

Mizuki x reader baking together

characters: Akiyama Mizuki

note: thanks for requesting!! im actually terrible at baking but i love baked goods! it ended up way too long and is kinda late but i hope it’s alright! thank you for appreciating my writing omg aaahh i really love writing like this so i hope you can keep supporting me!!

Butter... sugar... eggs... flour... ah, was Mizuki supposed to bring the icing ingredients?

You put all the ingredients you have on the counter and checked your Nightcord chat logs.

Amia: That’s the recipe and the list of ingredients Amia: Since it’s at your house you can prepare the ingredients!! Amia: We can divide the price after [You]: Sure thing Amia: Nice :D Amia: Oh actually I can bring the icing stuff and the cutters Amia: I have a few ideas in mind hehe~

“What are they planning, I wonder?”

~~~(this break is brought to you by miku)~~~

Ding dong!

“I’ll get it!”

You open the door to be greeted by a long-awaited cheerful smile.

“Yahoo~” Mizuki beams at you.

You smile back, “You’re awfully cheery today.”

“Ahaha, I mean I’ve been preparing a whole lot for today, you know!” Mizuki leaves their shoes at the entrance and you lead them to the kitchen.

“Should we get started? Ah, but you came a long way so you can rest first. We can get started whenever.” You tell them.

Mizuki shakes their head, “Thanks, but I’m good! I want to make them right away so we can eat them soon!”

“Hehe, sure then.”

You show them to the kitchen and bring out the things you need.

You look around, “Right, we need aprons.”

“No need, no need!” Mizuki brings out 2 cute pink aprons with little frills and ribbons and hands you one.

“These are so cute! Did you make them?” You put it on and adjust it.

“Ahaha, I sure did! Thanks! I worked really hard on them so I’m really really glad you liked them.” They smile.

After a few more compliments and pictures with the aprons you finally get to work.

“Do you think we need a bigger bowl?” you ask.

Mizuki checks the ingredients, “I guess it depends on how many we’re making. I think 20 or so would be enough? So... yeah, I think this big bowl is okay.”

They take out the flour and pour it in. “Is this enough? It says 2 and a fourth cups.”

“Maybe we should have measured first before pouring...” You giggle a little.

“Yeah, probably.” Mizuki chuckles guiltily. They measure the baking powder and salt and pour them as well.

“You wanna mix? I’ll measure the other ingredients while you do!” Mizuki asks. You nod and start whisking the bowl.

As you whisk your bowl you see Mizuki measuring and putting in ingredients into bowls. Sometimes you hear them go “Ah, it’s too much!” or “Whoops, it spilled a little!” which made you smile without realizing.

“So that’s it I think- Ah! Hey, it’s spilling out everywhere!” Mizuki looks to you and runs over.

You look down and realize that you’ve been mixing to hard and it flew everywhere without noticing.

“Ah, sorry. I guess I got distracted,” you apologize as they dust off the flour on your apron.

“Haha, what are you getting distracted for?” Mizuki cleans up the table for you and walks up to grab the hand mixer.

You blush a little as you realize how much you’ve been staring at Mizuki. “It’s nothing...”

Mizuki smirks but decides not to tease you.

They get a bowl with butter and sugar in it, “The next step is to cream the butter by mixing butter and sugar.”

“So we mix with the hand mixer?”

“Yeah, I think so! Do you know how to use it?”

“No...”

“Me neither! Let’s just try whatever!”

They turn on the mixer and let out a little yelp.

“It’s going everywhere!” you yell.

Mizuki tries to steady the mixer in the bowl.

“Ahaha! There’s butter on your face!” Mizuki laughs as you wipe your face begrudgingly.

“Alright, alright. The butter is creamed so let’s move on!” You give a sarcastic smile which Mizuki laughs at.

“Haha, so next is... vanilla and egg! We need to mix them with the butter.” Mizuki starts up the mixer again.

“And I shall be staying away,” You joke as you step back.

After a messy battle with the ingredients, Mizuki grins and turns off the mixer.

“And done! Now let’s put in the stuff in the other bowl.”

You go to and pour the contents of the other bowl and Mizuki turns on the mixer again.

“It’s slower now so it should be fine?” Mizuki smiles and hums.

Once the dough is mixed well, Mizuki brings out a rolling pin and a tray with parchment paper.

“Alright! So we need to flatten the dough now,”  Mizuki hands you the pin. “Do you wanna try?”

“Sure thing,” you take the dough out of the bowl and start rolling the pin back and forth. Once it’s evenly flattened, you both put it in the freezer to chill.

“I’ll go ahead and preheat the oven,” you say as Mizuki nods.

You have a few light conversations while waiting. When the oven is finished preheating, you head over and bring in the tray. Mizuki brings out the cutters they brought.

“Here we are! I picked out a lot of cute ones!” Mizuki smiles.

“These are so cute!” You pick out some to look at.

“Uh huh! These heart ones are really cute, but this little cat one is cute too! I also bought this one that looks like Miku! It’s adorable isn’t it?” Mizuki gushes about each cutter happily.

“Maybe we should try all of them? They’re all too cute! I can’t really decide which to use,” you suggest.

Mizuki smiles, “Alright then! Let’s use them all.”

You both take turns cutting the dough and soon you have more than 20 cookies.

“Let’s put them in! I can’t wait to eat them!” Mizuki get’s the tray excitedly.

“Ah, careful. Here, wear these gloves,” you hand your old baking gloves to them and they put the cookies into the oven.

“It takes around 12 minutes, so it won’t be that long,” Mizuki turns to their bag. “In the meantime...”

Mizuki takes out a bunch of piping bags and nozzle tips from their bag. “Tadah! These are all the stuff I bought for the icing! This one is a plain circular one, but this one can make a star shape! And there’s this one which apparently can make rose petals, and this one can make leaves!” They say as they lay them out.

You smile as you look at some of the nozzle tips. “Let’s also begin making the icing then!”

You both suggest and bicker about the colors of icing to make and end up making a whole pastel-like rainbow collection of them. Along the way you take out and cool the baked cookies as well.

“Ooh! We’re almost done, I’m so excited!” Mizuki jumps around.

You start putting in all the icing in bags and pick out some nozzles.

Once the cookies are chilled, you cut small holes in the bags and insert the nozzles.

Mizuki takes a Miku cookie and looks at the icing bags, “Do you think we should go with green or blue for Miku?”

“Of course blue! It’s Miku’s signature color after all,” you reply.

“Eh?” They exclaim. “But isn’t green also really good on her?”

“I guess, it is based on personal interpretation after all.”

Mizuki smiles, “Let’s just use both! We have 6 Mikus, so we can have 3 green ones and 3 blue ones!”

You laugh a little as you begin icing the cookies. Mizuki tried making a rose with the petal nozzle, but it kept melting. You made little stars on a heart and carefully drew whiskers and a face on a cat one.

After they’re all done, you put them in the fridge one last time.

“Let’s leave some for our friends! I think Kanade and Mafuyu would love the Miku ones. Ena would like this cat one!” Mizuki suggests. You nod and smile sweetly.

“Ah, this heart cookie is reserved though! It’s for someone very special!” Mizuki points at a pink and white heart cookie with little flowers.

You giggle, “You’re gonna say it’s me and be all cheesy aren’t you?”

Mizuki laughs, “Ehh, you’re ruining the moment! It’s not cheesy it’s romantic!”

You both laugh together until the cookies are done cooling.

They tasted amazing. Eating food made together had been so fun.

Maybe you’re the cheesy one.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

WAAAH I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE REQUEST TT^TT TO THE ANON WHO WISHED FOR THE TERU X READER, ANGST TO FLUFF, HERE IT ISS;; I'M SO SORRY;;;;;

teru minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: thank you so much for being patient and understanding, though I’m still so sorry for how long this took;;!! It really does mean a lot, so truly- thank you for that, and for the encouragement <3! But!! Of course, I’m a bit of a sucker for angst to fluff, tho I don’t write it too often, so I hope it turns out alright! Thank you so much for requesting, and for your encouragement!!! <3 <333

warnings: self deprecating thoughts..?

word count: 1,848

Your eyes drifted around the room. Person to person, conversation to conversations. Yet, you sat at your desk, lunch in front of you, completely alone. You had a boyfriend, yes, but you didn’t even know where on earth he could be… no, he usually sat with you during lunch. However, today he walked up to you, announcing that he had to attend to something during lunch. He asked if you could eat your lunch without him today, and… well, who were you to say no?

The bell rang, and your lunch remained barely touched. You were sure you wouldn’t have been so dramatic normally- however, it felt as if Teru was practically avoiding you at this point. In fact, it almost felt like he was ditching you for someone else. The thought was enough to make you feel nauseous- both because of it being unpleasant, and because you felt bad for simply thinking it. Teru was a good person. You wouldn’t have fallen for him if he wasn’t. Still, he was only human… and, in your head, there were many other humans out there much more fit for Teru. She was one of them.

Her hair flowed alongside her. Her skin was practically flawless. Her teeth weren’t crooked, and her smile was… frankly, flawless. Good grades, good body, good personality. A lovely match for the prince of the school. A princess suited just for him.

Yet, he seemed to stick with the… well- what was the opposite of a princess? A… troll? You did suppose that, compared to someone like that, a troll was a fair enough comparison. Nothing but a creature in the face of such beauty.

The worst part, you were sure, was the fact that Teru did spend time with her. In fact, you were confident that she “needed him” for something during lunch, causing him to miss out on yet another thing. As if grabbing his attention after school during club activities wasn’t enough. As if going to him constantly to ask for help on things you were positive she was perfectly good at. Her grades were nearly as good as his… was it because he helped her? In that case, why were your grades still lower…? Teru helped you study plenty of times- and, while your grades did get better, you were sure you couldn’t get all 99s and 100s. It was impossible for someone who couldn’t be any form of royalty.

You leaned over, placing your lunch back into the box, then shoving the box into your bookbag. Once you sat up, the classroom door was pushed open- as it usually was. It was right after lunch, after all. However, when you saw two familiar people step in, you began to wish that the door never opened. If only it had been locked- if only someone got distracted. If only you looked down just a bit longer. But, it was done- there was no going back, no need to go back, on such a tiny detail.

In stepped the “Princess”, the “Prince” following her- he even held the door open. It was a basic act of chivalry, yes, but the lack of it around you only made him that much more like a prince… Yes, he wasn’t kind to just you. He treated everyone with kindness, as a normal person should. That little act shouldn’t have made you feel that twinge of jealousy- of doubt- spark in your mind.

“(Y/N), were you able to enjoy lunch?” Teru asked, taking a seat next to you. At least he was still acknowledging you.

“Mmh… I’m not really hungry, haha.”

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, concern crossing onto his beautiful features.

“Are you feeling alright? I don’t want you to wind up hungry later…”

Of course, the concern on his face was no longer in your direction- his expression changing slightly as the unfortunately familiar girl called his name. Though she spoke to him, his eyes drifted in your direction several times.

“Teru, I was wondering if you could let me borrow your notes from second hour? The teacher was speaking so fast, ahaha~. I don’t know how you keep up, really!”

“Oh? Of course, I don’t mind. If you’d please return them when you’re done though,” Teru spoke, grabbing a notebook from his bag, then handing them to her. He’d surely let you borrow his notes too, so… she wasn’t special. Though it was a bit surprising that someone that bright couldn’t keep up with the teacher’s far-too-fast method of teaching. When you opened your mouth to make a comment you already knew you shouldn’t, the teacher entered, as if prompting you to keep your emotions in check.

The rest of the day passed nearly the same as the first half did. Teru’s attention constantly elsewhere, though he did seem to at least try to keep it on you. Hey, you were used to that much… everyone wanted his attention. You couldn’t be the one to deny them of it. Yes, it was normal. That’s what you told yourself, as you stepped into the hallway, making your way towards the student council room. Finally, you’d have a chance to be with Teru, no one out to beg for his attention. Well- Akane would be there, but- honestly, you were plainly aware of his… distaste towards your boyfriend. Really, you didn’t mind it. At least it was someone not trying to take any attention you got at school away from you.

“Yeah! With the way that girl seems to be all over him! I think they’re dating?”

“No, no, isn’t he dating (Y/N)?”

“I think he was? But, he doesn’t really seem to spend as much time with her, you know.”

You shut your locker, the sound echoing much louder than you thought you intended. The conversation ceased, as the two engaged in it glanced in your direction, one muttering some profanity under their breath. Still, you picked up your bag, not wanting to drag two strangers into your personal business. All you had to do was establish that you were the one dating Teru, right? And the first step was… making sure Teru still wanted to date. Despite how you tried to calm and reassure yourself as your legs carried you quickly to the school council room, you could feel a mix of frustration, fear, sadness, and insecurity bubbling up in your stomach. Why was he spending so much time with her? Was she better than you? Did he like her more than you? Of course, how could someone like him choose you…? If you were in his shoes, you were sure you’d pick the other girl…

Soon, you stood in front of the room. Though you reached for the doorknob confidently at first, you froze once your hand was about to rest on it. Nerves were practically eating at you, your heart racing so quickly that you felt dizzy. Heck- when was the last time you were this nervous? When was the last time your emotions ran this rampant?

Gathering your emotions as best as you could, you opened the door.

“(Y/N), good afternoon,” Teru greeted, giving you his usual, sweet smile. Did he smile at the other girl like that?

You didn’t want to lose that smile…

“Teru,” You muttered, voice cracking a bit as tears finally filled your eyes. Instantly, those smiling eyes of his were filled with concern. He was so easily concerned for you. Did he worry for her that easily?

“(Y/N)? What happened-? What’s wrong?” He questioned, standing up and rushing over towards you. Once you noticed that Akane hadn’t arrived yet, Teru reached behind you, one arm resting on your shoulder as he locked any potential intruders out. He knew you wouldn’t want anyone to bother you, if something was upsetting you enough to cry like this in front of him.

“Teru, do you still want to be with me?”

“What? (Y/N), of course-” “Be honest, Teru. If you don’t wanna, then don’t lie to me, please. I understand. I’m not as pretty as her- and I’m not as smart, I know. And she’s popular, like you. And she can talk to people easily, and she’s fit, and thin, and she’s got a pretty, normal smile… a-and I know I’m nothing like her, so I understand. She and I are complete opposites, Teru, so I’m positive she’s more your type.”

“(Y/N), calm down,” Teru spoke, both of his hands now resting on your shoulders, thumbs moving comfortingly. “I don’t know who you’re talking about, but I assure you-”

“You’ve been skipping on things we’ve done since we became friends to spend time with her, Teru. Just today, the two of you spent time together during lunch-”

“Her? (Y/N), darling, you’re joking.”

Your eyes filled further with tears, as you shook your head in frustration. “I’m not joking, Teru!”

“(Y/N), please, sweetheart. Calm down, let me explain, alright? Here, let’s sit down?”

Teru led you to a chair, sitting you in it carefully, then crouching next to you, his hands holding both of yours.

“She’s just trying to get some extracurricular things done, relating to her education. Yes, when she needs help, which I’ll admit has been frequently lately, I told her to go to me. I wasn’t expecting her to need this much help, but I didn’t want to go back on my word. Here, if you’d like, I’ll explain to her that I’m a bit too busy to help all the time. I’ll get Akane to step in a bit, is that alright?”

You sniffled, thinking about what he said. Still, as you processed it, you nodded. Poor Akane indeed, but… you felt slightly relieved.

“Next, you know you’re more my type than anyone, (Y/N). Really, sweetie, I only show her basic human kindness. Even when she gets irritating… with you, I never feel annoyed or irritated. Plus, I can actually express how I feel around you- listen, would I admit to anyone else that I find one of our classmates annoying at times?”

“I’m sure you’d tell anyone how you felt about Akane,” You joked lightheartedly, laughing to yourself. Teru’s slight smile grew to a grin, as he closed his eyes.

“Mmm, maybe? But he’s a different story. Still, I love you, (Y/N). You’re plenty smart- and, if you don’t think so, then who cares? Your lack of confidence in yourself means I get to help you study- and you always end up doing just fine. You’re more than plenty gorgeous- I love everything about you. Your smile, your hair, your skin, your body type, anything and everything. You’re perfect, (Y/N). Perfect for the world, and absolutely perfect for me.”

This time, when you felt your eyes get watery, they weren’t tears of sadness or worry. When you hugged Teru, sniffling lightly once again, he could feel you smile against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for assuming things, Teru-”

“Ah-ah. No need to apologize, (Y/N). Really, you have no reason to apologize… you’re fine, darling.”

[marvelouslytrekking]

92: “ Are you drunk? ” with Tony Stark? (This feels like it has big angst potential and I don't know why ahaha)

Leaving

Pairing: Tony/f!reader Summary: Tony has ran out of chances with you and after him standing you up again, you decide to leave. Word Count: 851 Warnings: Swearing, mention of alcohol (Don't drink and drive!!) A/N: You said angst so I went with angst and not even a happy ending like I normally would go for... hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

You were frantically packing your belongings. You were upset and angry and you had finally had enough. You refused to even give Tony the chance to come up with an excuse. You were beyond sick of his excuses.

You had been so focused on getting all your stuff, not wanting to need to come back, you didn’t hear Tony entering the room.

“Woah! What are you doing?” He chuckled slightly, until you turned around and he saw the look of anger on your face.

“I’m leaving.” You stated before turning back. Probably too fast as you started to stumble. Stupid wine.

“Are you drunk?” Tony asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Yeah I am. Take a guess as to how I got drunk.”

“Did you go out with Nat?”

“Yep! That’s it, and I realized she’s a bunch better fuck so I am leaving you.” You knew that was just cruel, even if your voice was laced with sarcasm. You turned back to him. “No, I am very wine drunk because the waiter felt so bad for the poor girl who got stood up at one of the fanciest restaurants in New York City, so he kept bringing me more wine.”

“Oh. Oh shit,” The realization finally hit Tony, “oh god I am so so sorry, it totally slipped my mind, I was so distracted, why didn’t you call?”

“Fuck you.” You spat. “I did call, probably around 6 times but you had told Jarvis to put your phone on silent it seems. But you know what, that doesn’t even matter, because I shouldn’t have to call. I deserve someone who remembers when they plan a date.”

“You’re right. I know you do, but I will try to do better! I will make it up to you! I promise.” Tony pleaded with you.

“It’s too late for that.” You sighed. You really didn’t have the energy for a fight. You just wanted to get your stuff and leave. “I have given you so many chances. Too many. There comes a point where it is obvious where your priorities lie and they're not with me.”

“That’s not true. You mean everything to me! I just- I get so caught up sometimes but that doesn’t take away from how much I love you!”

“I think it does.” You finished throwing the last of your clothes in a suitcase before zipping it. “Tony I can’t do this anymore. I need some space.”

“I-” You could tell he wanted to protest but he just sighed and nodded, “Where are you going to go?”

“I’ll figure it out.” You weren’t going to admit to Tony that you already had a place. It wasn’t like you had been preparing for the worst, the opposite in fact but you had a cabin in the middle of nowhere and it was ready to be lived in. You had bought and renovated it as a surprise for Tony. A place that the two of you could get away to. Somewhere he would maybe give you the attention you needed. But now, it would be your escape from him. You had never been more glad that you had kept it off the radar from everyone, you really did need some space.

You slipped off the ring he had presented to you months ago, gently setting it on his bedside table before throwing a duffle bag on your shoulder and grabbing your suitcase and another bag. “Goodbye Tony.” You muttered as you left his room.

He didn’t move, he didn’t say anything. You had expected a last minute plea, a last attempt to beg you to stay but he remained silent and you were able to slip out of his room in peace. You managed to make it to your car before you broke down in tears.

The anger you felt for Tony still didn’t outweigh your love for him but you knew you could not stay with him any longer. You had to get out while you still could before he destroyed you later.

You made the long drive to your new home. While all you wanted to do was go to sleep, you knew that Tony would most likely be trying to track you. You had already made sure your phone and car were untrackable but it was now time to make sure your home didn’t leave a trace.

One of the nice things about being Tony’s fiance was that he taught you many things about Jarvis and you had managed to integrate him into the cabin, and it was already set to not let Tony know about it, but you were going to make sure that he never did.

You pulled every command in the books to make sure that Jarvis was fully separate from Tony’s system and that his Jarvis was completely unaware of your presence and if he did become aware he was sworn to secrecy.

Once you were sure Tony would not be able to track you, you finally found yourself passed out on the couch, wondering what you were meant to do now.

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Girl Code

Pairing: Giyuu x Reader

Synopsis: Having crushes are hard. Especially when your best friend and the person you like seem to be hitting it off. 

Tags/warnings: very very very light angst, mostly fluff uwu

a/n: first of all, happy new year! school got reaaaal busy, so whew! it’s been a while! not gonna lie, I really missed writing stuff! I got a few days worth of break, so hopefully I get to finish a few backlogged reqs. (I think I only have two left, but to those two, I sincerely apologize for the wait! I’m planning to write them as headcanons to get them out faster, so I hope you don’t mind!)

to @aliaisreal​, thank you so much for requesting and being so patient with me 🥺 i apologize in advance if it’s not very good :(( it’s not my best work, but I hope you still enjoy it and that it’s somehow worth the wait^^

Link to the ask: Request by @aliaisreal​

As the Insect Pillar, and the successor of the Butterfly Estate, Shinobu Kocho was one busy woman. She has a lot of responsibilities on her plate such as slaying demons, concocting medicine, and the like, so it was safe to say that she had no time to babysit anyone but—

“Shinobu!” The door bursts open and one of her… self-appointed responsibilities come prancing right through the threshold. “How about we go out to the village and have some lunch, hmm? My treat!”

Even if her skin felt like it almost flew off in shock, her smile stayed the same as she arranged the papers she intentionally threw around her desk when you came barging through the door. It wasn’t like you immediately coming in shocked her or anything. No, not at all. “Hello to you too, (F/N). Not that I particularly mind, but why so sudden?”

At that, your cheeks turn an adorable shade of red. In your excitement to invite her out to eat, you forgot to greet her first. “Ah, hello. But, back to the topic of lunch!”

Shinobu didn’t really change the topic, but she waved a hand as an indication for you to continue.

“Well, you seem stressed lately. I was hoping to treat you out y’know? And then you could rant and tell me all about it—only if you want to of course, no pressure at all!”

She sighed. For the past few days, Shinobu was starting to get a little frustrated with the current medicine she was trying to make work. On top of that, she needed to handle so many other things, and do missions, check in on patients, cook—well, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it was starting to get on her nerves. 

It was no surprise that you were starting to notice because even if you seemed a little too enthusiastic at times, you were still her best friend and a pillar at that—you wouldn’t be here without being exceptionally skilled and observant. Overenthusiasm aside, she—and everybody else included—knew you meant well. 

“I don’t know,” She hums, excited to see how you’ll react. “Are you done with your portion of the work? You looked a little distracted earlier, what with Tomioka-san—“

With the mention of the water pillar’s name, your sweet closed eyed smile turned sour as you immediately placed your hands on her mouth to stop her from continuing that sentence. “Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’m done! You know I don’t slack off. All the patients are fine and I've stitched up the few whose wounds opened.”

She was just teasing. Shinobu was well aware of your skill and work ethic, and while Shinobu was gifted in medicine, particularly pharmaceuticals, you had an uncanny knack for cutting people apart, and stitching them back up again. You were as skilled with a scalpel as you were with a sword.

“I’m just teasing (F/N)-chan.” The Insect Pillar replied, and couldn’t help but want to push more of your buttons as your face seemed to relax at the thought that she wouldn’t mention a particular someone. “But are you sure you’d rather invite me? I’m sure you’d rather ask Tomio—“

If your face was pink before, you were absolutely glowing right now as you put back your hand on top of her mouth. “Shinobu! You know I...you know I don’t like him like that! Besides, I am positive he likes someone else.”

She shrugs your hands off—which were slightly clammy, ew— as she shows you a devilish smile that has you sweating more. “Lie all you’d like, but I don’t think that’s something someone who ‘doesn’t like him like that’ would say, don’t you think?”

Ah, teasing was fun, but teasing you and tomioka were one of the few pleasures in life she made sure to enjoy.

“...Stop teasing me or I will eat without you.”

“Okay, okay, let’s go to that ramen shop in the village.”

Everyone didn’t give the great Inosuke-sama enough credit!

He was raised by boars, grew up in the wild, and treated the mountains like his home. Insouke may have lacked skill in what society normally taught, like proper etiquette, and reading, but the wild was a great teacher on its own, and taught him things he wouldn’t have learned in the company of other humans.

Spending his entire life out in the wild, Inosuke was able to learn how to heighten his senses, particularly his sense of touch, and how to observe. He may have been clueless in the socially acceptable ways to voice out what he sees, what he feels, but Inosuke is perceptive, and that’s what people normally wouldn’t associate with someone who was as stubborn as a rock, and as brash as a beast.

Inosuke—and Kentaro, Nezuko, and Monitsu for that matter—usually spent their time at the butterfly estate. The three of them—mostly Tontaro, really—helped the girls. Cooking, laundry, cleaning, lifting heavy things, were simple chores that they did, and afterwards, Inosuke would often find himself looking for you and Shinobu.

He always felt this...fuwa-fuwa feeling around the two of you, and he thought both of you were like that Gengoro, his sister, and reluctantly Chuitsu.

There was a day where Shinobu was out on a mission, leaving you partially in charge of the butterfly estate, and spending some time with Inosuke. Personally, you found Inosuke to be interesting due to his origins, and overall, he was fun to be around with. Surprisingly, both of you really complimented each other despite being both huge balls of energy and enthusiasm.

That day, you and him were having a little spar by one of the yards around the estate. To an outsider, it was absolutely funny seeing him, who had a more built body compared to your lithe frame, getting thrown off and beaten to a pulp with a wooden stick. If Shuitzu were here to see the spar, he would be laughing his ass off in that pissy, slightly disgusting high-pitched tone at the many times Inosuke was thrown down. Manchiro would probably observe though, and would probably encourage him that he could beat you one day while helping him with his wounds.

Contrary to popular belief though, Inosuke was well aware he couldn’t beat you, at least not yet. Regardless of the way you looked, he could feel it in his skin that you were a formidable opponent who could easily break his bones if you wanted. Seeing your strength for himself was an opportunity he saw where he could get stronger, even if it did frustrate him a little. Or a lot.

“The great Inosuke demands a rematch! A rematch!”he demands, fussing against the ground as you lower your sword and stand up straight from your last breathing form.

“Ahaha, okay, okay! But I’m feeling a little tired…” you pause and place a hand on your chin with a thoughtful look. In a few seconds, you snap your fingers and turn back to him with a bright smile. “Ah! How about we take a break first? Then you could go back to handing me my butt?”

Inosuke knew you weren’t tired and that technically, you were the one handing him his ass. You weren’t heaving a lung out like he was, or sweating bullets. You were the picture of calm and collected, pristine like untouched snow, without a hair out of place.

Inosuke huffs and pushes himself off the ground. “Fine! Insouke-sama permits it!”

“Wonderful! Wait here.” You chirp and pad back into the butterfly estate, leaving Inosuke to unceremoniously plop back down to the ground.

A few minutes pass, and he feels his skin tingle—someone was here, but they didn’t seem to have any malicious intent. It would have felt different if there was.

He looks up from his spot on the ground and spots the hanhan baori guy, his face looking the same as it did the past few times Inosuke saw it. The odd guy was just passing through the gate when Inosuke pushed himself off the floor, wooden sword pointed between Pochioka’s eyes.

“Hanhan Bao—!”

Before Inosuke would have finished his proclamation to fight, you were back standing at the engawa with a tray of sliced fruit, and bamboo cups filled with cool water. “Inosuke? What’s wro—Giyuu! What brings you here?”

Huh. That was odd.

“(F/N)-san.” Inosuke goes uncharacteristically quiet as his eyes darted between the two of you.

It was completely unmistakable. Hanhan Baori’s mouth moved when you arrived. Inosuke honestly thought Dohioka was a magic statue before this day.

You turn to Inosuke and place the tray in a safe spot. “Here, eat first. I’ll just ask what Giyuu needs, and we can spar right after, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay.”

At his response, you give him a warm smile and pat his head (there was that darned fuwa-fuwa feeling again!). He watches as you and Tapioka move a few meters away, settling underneath the shade of a tree to talk, a bit too far away for him to hear.

He doesn’t think he needs to though, because your body language said it all.

Your face was a little flushed, your smile looked even sweeter. Hanhan baori’s mouth was curling upwards in a smile, and his eyes looked fond. A suspicious combination for someone who he previously thought was a statue up until now. But he digresses. He’s never seen you look so...like this. You smiling wasn’t much of a surprise, but with Pachinko around...it was different, and Tochioka seemed more open to boot. There wasn’t much of a doubt in his mind. There was something between you two. He just couldn’t put a name on it—but there was something. Maybe he should ask Monjiro about it.

He munches on the fruit thoughtfully, watching you smile softly—softer than he’s ever seen—as you seem to answer a question Torioka asked you.

Yep, definitely something up between you and Tomioka.

Maybe he should extend his help. After all, the great Inosuke-sama was the kind ruler of the mountains. Pushing you two along would be a piece of cake.

Shinobu catches you pouting by the window in your joint office. It was adorable, considering how your cheeks were puffed, and your eyebrows were furrowed, but with your personality? Sulking wasn’t like you. “Care to tell me what’s wrong?”

Surprised, you jump and turn to find the Insect Pillar with her ever present smile painted on her face. It seems softer though, kinder. “Huh? No, nothing’s wrong!” You disagree, pushing yourself off the chair and tidying up the papers scattered on your desk.

She watches you with a small knowing smile on her face. “What, didn’t see Tomioka-san today?”

You paused for a moment, imperceptible to any outsider, but to Shinobu, who has spent so much time around you, that momentary lapse in movement was enough of an indicator. “...No.”

Hit the nail right on the head!

“You are a terrible liar (F/N)-chan. I thought the two of you were getting along? Should I go put poison in his tea?”

At her suggestion, you turn back as your skin pales. It was largely concerning how easily Shinobu could do that. “What? No! He did nothing, I swear it!”

“Awfully defensive,” The Insect Pillar snickers, before taking a seat on her chair and turning to you. With you pouting at her, Shinobu is reminded of how fun it was to tease you.

“Shinobu-chan.”

“Teasing.” She raises her hands in a move to placate you. Well, annoying you was fun and all, but she was concerned for you, more so than wanting to piss you off. “Anyway—jokes aside, you know i’m always here for you, right?”

You knew that. She was always willing to listen to your problems, but you couldn’t exactly tell her that you’re trying to distance yourself from Giyuu because he liked her.

Truth be told, you were getting along with Giyuu, so much so that you’ve started to like him as more than a friend. But, you cared for Shinobu and you wanted her to be happy. She and Giyuu made more sense than you and him.

“...Yes.”

“And that I love you like a sister, right?”

Despite all the teasing, you knew Shinobu really cared for you. She may like to push your buttons, but oddly enough, it reminded you of one of your siblings, so you didn’t mind. Just like your relative, you knew they did it because they wanted to distract you from your problems. An odd way of doing it, but they really would have gotten along.

“Yeah.”

“And that I can easily kill a man and hide his body?”

“Shinobu-chan!”

She laughs, the sound very similar to bells, and you can’t help the bitter thought that maybe Giyuu liked someone with a mellow voice like hers. “Kidding! Kidding! Well, kind of on that last one.”

You pout, and she brushes off her statement with a near irresistible bribe. “Alright, how about we go get some food? My treat.”

Awfully tempting. But there was still one more concern in your head.

“No poison?”

“Have more faith in my, (F/N)-chan!” Giggling, Shinobu slides the door open, and beckons you over. “Now, let’s go—I’m sure you’re hungry!”

“You didn’t answer my question!” You say, trailing after her in mild worry, feelings momentarily forgotten as the thought of food replaces it.

It was any other early evening in the butterfly estate when the Water Pillar barged in through the doors, blood dripping from an open wound on his chest, with the oddest expression on his face.

Maybe what should have alarmed the butterfly girls were the deep scratch marks on his chest. Instead, it was the near half-crazed look on his face. Tomioka-san’s face never moved from it’s impassively cold stare, why was now any different?

“Where is she?” He rasps.

Aoi, who was standing at the entrance with Kiyo upon his arrival, was brought out of her shock. “Tomioka-sama, lie down. Kiyo will lead you to a room and I’ll get Shinobu-sama immediately to take care of your wounds.”

“No, where is she? Where’s (F/N)—”

From the end of the hall, you came down to see what all the huff was about. You were taking inventory of the supplies since it was a little slow today, but the ruckus urged you to go out and take a look.

“Giyuu? What’s going on he—ohmygods, Giyuu, are you alright?” Seeing Giyuu pale—well, paler than normal—and bleeding all over the floor was not what you expected though.

“(F/N)...” Seeing her alive and breathing eased Giyuu’s worries, so much so that he sags in relief. He would have dropped down the floor if it weren’t for your quick reflexes.

Lightly, he feels you press a hand to his head, wiping the sweat forming on his brow. 

“Giyuu? Stay with me, we’re going to fix you right up, ‘kay?” There was no doubt in his head that you could. He’s been in much worse really. The blood loss just wasn’t doing him any favors.

Regardless, he shakes his head and just savors you being here, warm and alive.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I thought you were dead.”

“Dead? Who, me? No, silly! I just sprained my ankle, so walking’s a little hard, but i’ll be fine!”

“I thought I was going to lose you...” He was starting to babble. The blood loss was starting to affect him more than he’d thought.

“Lose me? Don’t worry, I’m not going away any time soon.”

“Good…” Giyuu breathes out a sigh of relief. He liked the thought of you living for a long, long time. “I like you a lot.”

With that admission, his head slumps over your shoulder, and his body gets heavier, prompting you to nearly drop him with the weight of his sudden confession and his mass.

Aoi and Kiyo watches, shocked beyond words as your face continuously gets redder and redder. Whether it was from the exertion, or his words, well, everyone knew exactly what was causing you to look like a freshly plucked apple.

“H-Hah?! Wait, Giyuu? Giyuu!”

And that is the sight that greets Shinobu. She was back from a report to Oyakata-sama, so seeing you all red and flustered with a fully grown man who was bleeding all over her floor and who was about to fall over and kill you—with his weight, or with his words, Shinobu could easily guess which—was an especially unusual sight, but unfortunately, not really unexpected. And mildly infuriating.

“Tomioka-san, you total dunce! Get treated first! Ugh, (F/N)-chan, don’t let him fall, he’s losing blood!”

“Ow—“ Giyuu grunts, the bandage being wrapped around his torso a little too tight for his taste.

“Tomioka-san.” Shinobu starts, her hands continuously steady as she wraps the bandages with precision and efficiency around his chest. “I don’t think we’ve had a heart to heart chat about (F/N)-chan, don’t you think?”

After Giyuu’s surprise confession, you and Shinobu were able to drag him to a nearby room. He was passed out cold, and between you two, carrying a fully grown man would still be difficult, even if you’ve both had special pillar training.

He woke up a few minutes after you were done stitching the open gash at his stomach which caused his bloodloss (and slightly embarassing fainting spell). These unfortunate series of events have led him here, painfully being bandaged by none other than Shinobu. It wold have been nice if you were the one doing it, but Shinobu sent you to go look for more bandages with this sickly sweet look in her eyes—which you barely noticed in your worry. The worry was sweet, but now he knows Shinobu’s motives. Interrogstion.

Giyuu could do nothing else but nod, doing his damn best to not flinch, and keep still.

“You see, she really likes you, you know? I’ve never seen (F/N)-chan happier than she is when she’s with you. Honestly, I don’t know why she does, and what she sees in you but I like seeing her happy. You and I both know that she deserves it.”

Giyuu watches her wrap the bandages with practiced ease albeit with a little more force than necessary. Hearing Shinobu talk about you so fondly has him feeling grateful that you had someone who cared so deeply for you, and who was so willing to do anything to keep you happy. Even if the brunt of her attacks did fall on him, he could understand where she was coming from.

“She does,” Giyuu says, surprising Shinobu as she finds the softest, most fondest look she has ever seen on Giyuu’s immovable face. For a moment, Shinobu could see that he cared so much for you—as much, if not more than you cared for him—and she knew that he would never do anything to hurt you.

Unbelievable. She can’t believe he passed her test so easily.

She lets out a heavy sigh, turning back to the task at hand with a saccharine smile ready on her face.

“All that said, If you hurt any part of who I see as my beloved sister, I'll make sure to use my medical expertise to ensure you don’t get a chance to spread your genes—”

The door slides open with a nice loud clack, preventing Giyuu from hearing the rest of Shinobu’s sentence. Just as well too. He doesn’t think he’d want to hear the rest.

“Shinobu-chan! I’ve got more bandages for Giyuu!”

“Ah, thank you, (F/N)-chan!” The Insect Pillar smiles, taking one of the fresh bundles you offered, as you moved to the side of the room, arranging the medical supplies for easier access.

Shinobu leans down, under the guise of tying the gauze, as you flit around the room, spreading sunshine in your trails. None of you mention how you blatantly avoid eye contact with Giyuu. But it’s not like he’s initiating any either.

“I don’t think I need to continue my sentence.” She mumbles under her breath. “Do you understand?”

Giyuu winces as she tucks in another piece of bandage, grumbling in response. “Loud and clear.”

BONUS:

Later that night, Shinobu left the two of you alone in Giyuu’s hospital room to talk it out. It was a little awkward at first, but as the two of you melt the ice, your usual sunny personalty—ironic, as you were the Snow Pillar—takes over. Throughout the course of the evening, you take out his hand with his permission, and have the time of your life holding it. It was a little funny how stiff and unused he was being at hand holding, but you found that to be one of his unexpected charms. And it wasn’t like he was complaining. He actually found it adorable how small your hands were, and how it fit really well against his own.

“So you don’t like Shinobu?” You ask a little shyly, playing with the tips of his fingers.

Against your skin, you feel him shiver in disgust as he looks slighty disgusted by question. “Gods, no, never.”

“So you were serious about liking me? It wasn’t a joke?”

“I don’t think I’d joke about that in my final moments.”

You giggle, feeling a little silly for even questioning it. But really, you don’t think you could be blamed for it. “You have a point.”

The two of you stay in comfortable silence for a while. He watches you trace vague shapes against his palms and he’s never felt so at peace before, than he did at this moment. After a while though, a curious thought strikes him, and he can’t help but want to ask.

“...What made you think that?”

The tips of your ears stain pink before you look away and bring one hand to your cheek. “Well I thought you two liked each other, and it seemed like she suited you much better than I would.”

“I only ever liked you. I thought I was being obvious.”

As blunt as ever.

“Ahaha!” You laughed, getting flustered in spite of the warmth pooling into your chest. “Well, I guess not enough for me.” It’s not as if you were able to notice. You did think he liked Shinobu after all. “By the way, why did you think I was going to die?”

He look up at the ceiling. “One of Tanjirou’s friends...that boar kid told me you couldn’t walk, and that you couldn’t move.”

“Inosuke? Oh, that…that actually makes a lot of—a lot of s-sense!”

Giyuu watches you fondly as you laugh. In your defense, the thought of you spraining your ankle being blown out of proportion by none other than Inosuke was funnier than you ever expected.

“Don’t laugh.” Giyuu pouts. It was the most adorable thing you’ve seen. “By the way he said it, I really thought you weren’t going to live to see another day.”

You breather deeply, giggling a little as you look at him with mirth and happiness dancing in your eyes. “Okay, okay. I’ll explain it to him tomorrow. But I guess I should thank him. If you weren’t nearly half-dead on your feet, neither of us would have confessed.”

“Yeah. I‘ll go with you.”

“Cool! Cool...Um, Giyuu?”

“Yes?”

“Could you maybe… perhaps, say that again?”

“Say what, again?”

“That you like me?”

Giyuu chuckles, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I like you.”

He’d say it a million more times if he gets to see you smile like that again.

“Heehee, I like you too Giyuu!”

a/n: i got a little sick of rereading this so many times, so, apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes!! i hope ya’ll liked it though uwu

also, are any of you playing genshin impact? man, that game saved my sanity, and at the same time caused more insanity....it’s fun.

if u guys wanna play, feel free to send me your uid’s! i’m at world level 6 so i can go into most worlds :^)

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

Sunrise - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou is always like this- angry and blushing. Always caught in a weird dichotomy of soft and loud, between mean words and kinder gestures. You wonder if it’ll ever fade- the joy it brings you to tease those conflicting reactions out of him. You hope it doesn’t.

Now he’s close beside you, shoulder pressed up against yours. It’s a warm morning, and you’d easily distracted him after your daily jog. You beg and you beg, straying off the path that leads home, and instead venturing down the one that leads to open field. Bakugou doesn’t give in to many things, he never has, but there’s something about your smile that leaves him weak- weak enough to have him settling into the grass beside you, drinking in the sunrise.

“Why do you always get so angry, huh?” You ask slyly, easy indulgence coating the words. “You know I’m only kidding.”

He bristles- Bakugou always does. Then he blushes, his ears and cheeks going bright red. He always does that too.

“Because you’re fuckin’ annoying to me.” He grumbles. “Now go away. You can waste your time with the stupid sunrise, but I’m gonna take a fuckin’ nap.”

Bakugou always says that, go away, but you know he never means it. The lie is always as obvious as it is now- when he’s pressing your bent knees down flat against the grass, so he can lay his head on your thighs. He always does that too; use one breath to tell you to leave and the very next to bring you closer.

“Fine- if you want to go to sleep, then go to sleep.” You start, the words coming easy as you thread fingers through tousled blond hair. “But it really is a shame though, because I was just about to congratulate you on defeating that villian last night. It was super impressive and you looked totally strong and- oh, I should stop myself there, right? You’re going to sleep, I should shut up.”

He peeks an eye open.

 “I’m awake now.”

“Mhm, see that’s exactly what I thought you’d say.”

“Shut up, idiot. You don’t know what the hell you’re on ab-“

“Shhhh, it’s okay. I get it.” You shush softly, looking down at him with fond eyes. “You’re super tired, right? It’s okay, go to sleep.”

Your hand leaves his hair, skating a feather light path towards his eyes. You drag his eyelids down gently, giggling softly when he scrunches his nose up, face contorted in faux annoyance. Then Bakugou shoots a hand up, curling warm fingers securely around your wrist. He pulls your open palm, past his eyes and down his nose, halting to press it flat over his mouth. He doesn’t kiss your hand- he never does, but Bakugou always holds it there. Just over his lips, so you can feel them move against your skin when he speaks.

You’ve always wondered why he does it, but you’ll never ask. His affections have always felt much too delicate to question.

“I told you, idiot. ‘m not fuckin’ tired anymore.”

“Oh? You’re not? Hmmm- but you seemed really sleepy to me. Maybe you should take that nap.”

“Stop teasing. You’re not fuckin’ funny.”

“No, I am pretty funny.” You argue. “Whether or not you think so is entirely irrelevant.”

You shake his grip; your forefinger drawing a path from the underside of his jaw, all the way up to his ear. Bakugou must be feeling particularly lenient that day, because he lets you, without even a word otherwise- he doesn’t usually allow such closeness without a fight.

“But I guess you do deserve to hear some nice things. Stubborn man. So I guess I’ll tell you how great you are.” The warmth seeps into your tone, and you don’t even try to hide it. “I really am proud of you. All the time you put in, how hard you work- it’s incredible. There’s a reason you’re my favorite, you know?”

You can feel in under your fingertips, the way he shudders at that. Bakugou is explosive, yes, but that’s never meant he’s unpredictable. You know him better than your favorite song. And telling him he’s your favorite, that he’s your person, that it’s only ever been him, that always has him shaking. You used to wonder if it was a pride thing at first, but since then you’ve come to realize it for what it is- insecurity.

It makes you a little sad, it always did, but you quickly figured out it’s not all that terrible; because when you praise him, Bakugou always looks like a dream. He’s all smooth skin and flaxen hair, wide red eyes staring up at you. He looks at you like you’re the center of his gravity, like the ground beneath him will swallow you whole if he’s not watching carefully enough. He’s a view beautiful enough to rival any sunrise- and that’s the real reason you dragged him out that morning.

“And I’m sure everyone in the country is just dying to thank you,” You continue. “But I don’t think they know you like I do. So if you’re going to believe anyone, believe me. Believe me when I say that you are exceptional. That out of all the things I’ve ever loved, you are what I’m proudest of.”

You’ve never said those words before- never to his face. Everyone around you could see your adoration clear as day, but that was the one thing Bakugou had always been blind to. He doesn’t seem blind now, not with the way he sucks a breath, tilting his head back to stare at you. 

There it is again- that look. The one that always starts when he sucks his lips in, rolling them together for a moment before he lets them go. It’s like he’s trying to hide, like he’s trying to distract from the way he looks at you- because his eyes give him away, they always have, and he knows this just as well as you do. There is no pretense with red, never has been, and there is no possible way to mask the warmth in it.

Bakugou looks at you like you are everything- like you’re his favorite, like you’re his person, like there’s never been anyone but you. 

And he’ll never say the words, but that’s okay. You will, and you’ll keep dragging him out each morning. Just trying to catch a glimpse of the sunrise.

--/--

pls this has been sitting in my drafts since like the first week i made this blog,,, ahaha idk why i never posted it but i hope y’all enjoyed. i think it’s like, the softest thing i’ve ever written

[caizen]

here's to karma (at least we tried, didn't we?) | okkotsu y.

synopsis: you and yuuta go back to where it all started, rewriting the beginning as the end.

wc: 2.0k | prfr

warning/s: one swear i was hesitant to put in and might remove later, brief talk bt abandonment + insecurities since i am one insecure piece of shit and that was the root of this all | genre: angst

playlist : flower face - angela (this song SLAPS please do listen to it)

a/n: this is my break up fic with yuuta i'm leaving him thanks for activating my insecurities/lh /hj now i have this fic of leaving u that i might revise some time later. anyway i'm proud of this ahaha

♡ reblogs are appreciated ♡

okkotsu yuuta is not an early bird.

he doesn't like getting up before the sun, but he learned to love it when he once watched it rise with you. he doesn't like cold showers in the morning, but he's willing to take them to be presentable for you. he doesn't like alarms, but he's willing to make as many as he can to wake up with you.

yuuta is not an early bird, but at 5 in the morning, fully-dressed and awake, he's in front of an old convenience store, six feet away from where you sat down.

reluctant to call out your name, his gaze and shoulders heavy with unnecessary guilt.

he eventually greets you.

"good morning," he tells you at 5:16 a.m.

his voice is raspy, possibly from how it's only been 53 minutes since he woke up.

you don't mind it anyways; you've gotten used to hearing its soft whispers of "good morning" whenever he comes by your place to pick you up, or the lighthearted bursts of laughter when he finds himself in a stupid situation, or how he leans into your ear to tell you how wonderful you look when it's too crowded and you're struck with unpleasant thoughts.

it takes you minutes to reply, hesitant and distracted with thoughts wondering why he was here even if it had been you that called him over last night.

he figures you haven't noticed him yet, so he takes three steps towards you.

one for each year you both spent calling and finding home in each other.

the first year, when you first ask him to go stargazing with you even though there were barely even stars at night with how bright the city is.

the second year, when he's not-so-shy to let you know about how he carries an extra scarf from fall until spring because he's memorized your forgetfulness.

the third year, when things start to fall apart, but you're both still able to mend it back together. (or pretend that it's fixed.)

and the fourth—

"you really came, huh," your voice is low and almost inaudible except for the pained chuckle at the end of your sentence.

full of regret, your head hangs low. maybe it wasn't a good idea to have invited him.

he was stupid to have actually come anyway.

and honestly, he didn't want to come had it been someone else that invited him out at morning.

but it's you who invited him, and he's never been able to say no to you. not when he doesn't like seeing you disappointed.

"of course," he lowers his gaze to the ground, unable to look at you without feeling his head and chest ache every second. "you know i'd never flake out on you."

—then why was there never a fourth year?

something stings your eyes and blur your vision for a moment.

they're gone when you blink, leaving behind a wet trail down your cheek that was quick to dry when the breeze passes you by.

a sore, forced laugh leaves your lips, followed by a cough that has him rushing to your side and patting your back gently while worried eyes watch over you for every second that passed by.

"are you okay?" despite his hoarse and harsh-sounding voice, his tone is sweet and mellow, dipped in genuine concern, rough hands handling you delicately.

everything's silent other than your cough resonating in the empty parking lot and his soft pats on your back ringing in your ears. it remains empty aside from the two of you.

too bad it wasn't open for 24 hours so that there would be a few vehicles around or aisles for you to hide behind and then you wouldn't have to face him.

that's what you've always done though.

run away from reality and its problems.

it's time for you to face it again.

"sorry," you cough into your elbow. "yeah, i'm fine."

yuta knows about how often you lie about your condition, so he asks one more time in hopes of getting an honest answer.

a nod is all he gets. he doesn't question you again.

he wants to though.

he wants to ask if you're okay and if you two can try again.

still, he doesn't because he knows that he's going to get both a 'yes' and a 'no', and he knows which answer belonged to which question.

backing away from you, he sits when he deems the distance between you two not too far nor too close. you're more than a hand's reach, and that's enough for him. he wants to be closer, but to have you around is already enough for him.

it's already 5:28.

time passes too quickly.

despite wanting to cherish the moment, sit in silence and hopefully, peace as well, he stops his stalling and questions your need to see him in the morning when there's so much more time left on the clock.

as he's fulfilled your desire to meet him, you fulfill his of basking in the stillness of the world—with you.

you, and not someone else.

you, because you're the one he wants to have around.

you, because he—

—loves you.

he loves you, and not someone else, because he can't see himself with anyone else other than you.

(and he'll keep on loving you, even if you tell him to stop for his sake and yours.)

"do you still remember?" you mumble in your folded arms on your knees. "when we first met."

of course he does. it was somewhat unusual and unforgettable aside from the fact that the place you're both at right now is where you two met.

a cold, lonely dawn spent at an empty parking lot of a convenience store. two kids feeling empty and drained until he decided to strike up a conversation with you, wondering why you were there when you could ask him the same. neither of you judged each other about it though, understanding one another regardless being in different situations.

that's when you both got on the same vehicle and drove to a road that led to now.

it was like any other roadtrip, fun yet tiring, but neither of you realized that when everything was romanticized since the moment you two got on. it really was stupid of you two to think that meeting at a convenience store was romantic because it's not.

it really was stupid of you to ignore the warning signs.

"yeah," scratching his nape, he tilts his head to get a glimpse of your face, but he only sees your back. "we danced around even though there wasn't any music playing."

"it was dumb," you turn away from him as if you were going to get the urge remake the mistakes you made then if you saw his undeniably pretty features.

"it was fun though," a shy, embarrassed smile tugs at his lips. he hopes you're smiling too.

"wanna do it again?"

this was dumber.

though you're not going to make the same mistakes again. this was the end already, after all. there's no more mistakes to be made when there's no choices to be made.

the deep inhale of the cold air stings your lungs as you finally face him for the first time today, standing up and holding a hand out to him.

he swallows the last bit of hesitance that was preventing him from taking your hand, then starts to pull you into him.

"still no music?" one of his hands run to your waist.

you answer him as he's about to intertwine his other with yours by taking out your phone and a slow, gloomy melody begins to play. it echoes in the empty space lightly when you settle it on the cold cement floor.

no comments were made about the choice of music. his hand rests on your waist while yours on his shoulder, the others laced together.

for a moment, you're both back to the start.

dwelling in the glum atmosphere, savoring each other's company.

still unable to look each other in the eye so you two opt for the ground or anywhere other than the eyes or face. stiffly and awkwardly swaying, feet pausing every few seconds in doubt, choosing which steps to take because it's not used to dancing.

bathing in the lowlight of mornings that turn into something better because that's what you two are good at: romanticizing the hopeless and the unromantic.

"i wanted to have a last dance with you," you mutter, afraid he hears it. "that's why."

with the little space between your bodies, he does hear it. like your first meeting, he doesn't judge you for it. he likes dancing with you anyways.

"it doesn't have to be the last one," he wishes to say but it remains as a thought, the lack of courage not allowing him to use his voice. knowing he's going to regret doing so later, he still keeps them to himself.

so instead, he says something else.

"we can always dance again, if you'd like."

fuck.

that's even worse. (is it?)

on his shoulder, he feels your fingers claw at him. he wasn't supposed to say that. at least he doesn't mind it, but maybe you do.

you said it yourself, this was the last. maybe you said that because you didn't want to anymore, he overthinks.

with closed eyes, your fingers loosen up on the cotton material, relaxing and exhaling slowly through your nose.

"that's—" he tenses up at your voice.

"that's cool."

did he hear you right?

"i don't mind dancing with you again but," the corner of your lips curl up, a burning sensation in your lungs when you inhale the cold morning air and finish your sentence. "someone might."

someone, meaning the person you see himself with in your stead. the person whom you're convinced is better than you. the person whom you're convinced is more fitting for him, unlike you.

your eyes meet, and he can see through you.

you always lied about how you felt, until now.

it's all obvious with the way your voice stutters, eyes falter, and hands tremble; with how you avoid his gaze as much as you can because it's become unbearable to look at him without having your heart be spared from being torn into little pieces.

yuuta's done beating around the bushes. biting his lip, his hands squeeze your waist and hand, his gaze shaky.

"you didn't have to end this."

having enough of it, too much for him to contain, he bursts into tears and lays his head on your shoulder, shuddering and holding onto you tightly, as if that was ever going to stop you from letting go.

"it was better for the both of us."

the music gets drowned out by his choked sobs, the sky growing a little brighter than before each minute.

the sun rises slowly and lights up the dark corners of the world, and there's nothing you can do but watch another day begin again.

there's nothing you can do to stop yuuta crying.

there was nothing you could do to stop yourself from falling out of love.

(and even if you could prevent it, the road was always going to lead here.)

and as your shoulder gets soaked in tears, while you softly tug at the black tufts of his hair, you remember that there never was a fourth year because you—your insecurities—cut it off before he could. (because he never would, and neither would you.)

at your reply, he wonders why he even came here in the first place. was it because he was hopeful that you'd take him back again? (definitely.)

it's too early for this, and okkotsu yuuta is not an early bird.

he doesn't like getting up before the sun, but today, he did just for you. he doesn't like cold showers in the morning, but today, he took them to be presentable for you. he doesn't like alarms, but last night, he made as many as he could to make sure he doesn't wake up late and make you wait for nothing.

yuuta is not an early bird, so he faces the consequences of being left.

(while he's busy facing his consequences, you're facing yours: having to wake up knowing he's someone else's because of you.)

(you never wanted to leave, but it was better than to have him abandon you.)

(even if he never was going to.)

[themandhoelorian]

Dincember - December 2: December (Ariana Grande version)

summary: Your plans for Life Day include getting dressed up, going to the cantina, and doing anything to stop thinking about the Mandalorian that’s been frequenting your repair shop. But when he shows up with a broken heater, your plans quickly go out the window as you work to keep him warm.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn! reader (but they have long hair)

warnings: *spicy* themes (reader throws that ass back ahaha, some shoulder touching, implied smut), mentions of drinking, a little bit of swearing, heels and a minidress probably deserve a warning considering the pain they’re caused me, a lot of Yearning (TM)

word count: 3.8k 

a/n: I had never heard this song before writing this, and let me tell you, it was NOT AT ALL what I was expecting. I never thought a xmas song would inspire so many Thots in me, but here we are I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . Hope you enjoy!

***

Maker knows there’s no good reason for you to be wearing this dress.

You wanted to wear something at least a little bit festive to celebrate Life Day, but the shimmering silver frock you picked is admittedly a bit fancy for going to a party that’ll just be Nevarro’s shadiest figures getting plastered in the cantina.

You’ll probably freeze because of it too, the lacy edges of the skirt barely grazing your mid thighs and the thin straps doing nothing to protect your shoulders from the wind. 

It’s so damn impractical, you’re not even sure there’s an event that this would be an appropriate outfit for, but you haven’t had a reason to get dressed up in so long that your wardrobe has dwindled to the few plain jumpsuits you work in.

And for some reason, this tiny piece of satin.

So without much hope of finding something better to wear in the small market, here you are, tugging down the edges of this too-short dress, trying to make yourself look a little more sensible before you head out the door.

It’s far from ideal, but you figure it’s worth it if it means you’ll finally be able to go out for the first time in Maker knows how long.

It has to have been at least a year, before things started picking up so much at the shop that you barely had time to sleep, never mind going out and doing anything for pleasure. You’d chosen to set up your repair shop on Nevarro knowing you’d have a steady stream of business from the bounty hunters returning with their always damaged quarries and usually damaged ships, and for the first few years, that’s exactly what you had. Enough work to keep yourself fed and the shop running, but not so much that you never stepped outside to see the light of day. It was the perfect work-life balance you’d heard so much about.

But then one day, a certain Mandalorian landed his cruddy ass, pre-Imperial, piece of crap ship on your dock, and you haven’t gone out since.

When he first started coming in, you thought you had lots of time to take on another client, but as you’d quickly come to realize, Mando is no ordinary customer.

For one thing, no one else returns to Nevarro nearly as often as him. Give your average Guild member half a dozen pucks, and he’ll be back for his payment in about three months. 

Mando’s back in a matter of weeks. 

Just the sheer frequency of his visits in addition to your original clientele is enough to keep your hands full, but on top of that, there’s his sad excuse for a ship, always seeming to be on the verge of falling apart, that you have to deal with. 

You’re not sure if it’s because the Razor Crest is a prehistoric relic or if his quarries actively hack away at the frame while he drags them into the carbonite or if Mando is just totally incapable of maintaining even a base level of functionality on his ship, but every time he comes back with his half dozen frozen bodies, his ship has just as many repairs for you to complete.

Honestly, it’s a little ridiculous how often Mando is in your shop, how many times you’ve had to rewire the same parts, but you can’t say you’re ever upset when you see the sputtering thrusters of the Crest dropping onto your dock. He pays you well, always tipping more than you probably deserve, and he keeps you company if you’re still working when he returns from getting his next round of assignments. 

At first, he would just watch silently as you showed him how to perform routine maintenance on the part you were fixing. You didn’t mind, it was nice to have someone there when you were alone in the shop most of the time, but once you’d explained every part twice over with no fewer damages to the Crest, you decided maybe it’d be better to talk about other things instead.

For a while, he kept up the steely mystique, only grunting out a few words if you asked him a question, and you thought he was getting irritated with how often you tried to coax him into conversation, wondering each time he flew off if that would be the last time you did business with him.

But he kept coming back, kept hanging around whenever you patched up his ship, and slowly, you got him to talk. He started with stories of his most recent hunts before working backwards through the memories of his distant past, showing you a dry wit and smoldering tenderness you found yourself growing fond of.

As more and more of his deep, filtered voice replaced the silence you’d come to expect from your job, you found yourself losing more and more of the free time you’d become used to as well, for reasons that had nothing to do with the fragile machinery of the Crest. 

You started taking longer to complete even the simplest tasks when he was there, getting too caught up in thinking of a snappy response to his teasing comments to care about being efficient about snapping the ship’s broken parts back into place. And then, without fail, every time you thought you were finally done, several hours behind schedule, he’d suddenly remember that there was just one more thing he wanted you to look at, keeping you working for an extra hour or two as the sky turned dark outside. 

If anyone else asked you to stay past your listed hours on such a regular basis, you would slam the door in their face without a second thought, but for Mando, you’re always a little too willing to do the work for him.

After all, if you turned him away, you’d just end up where you always do after a long day in the shop, curled up in bed, thinking of him even long after he’s gone as you work the tension from your body. You’d remember how he looked, what his voice sounded like that day, and inevitably your mind would drift to wondering what his broad chest would look like hovering over you as his gloved hands fist your sheets, what his voice would sound like growling that nickname you don’t understand into your neck.

You know it’s wrong, but what can you say? You need some kind of release from working so damn much and it’s his fault you don’t have time for a more wholesome form of self care. It’s only fair that he be the one to help you, even if it’s just in your head.

Not that you don’t wish he’d help you for real too.

Maker, you don’t know how this happened, but somehow, Mando’s managed to take over your entire life. When he’s here, you spend all day flirting with him while you fix his ship, when he’s not you spend all day wishing he was, and at night, well, you’re definitely still thinking about him then. You’re in desperate need of something to distract you from him, somewhere to go that isn’t this shop and someone to talk to that isn’t covered in beskar.

So when you ran into Karga on your last run to the market and he invited you to a party at the cantina for Life Day, you immediately accepted. You usually don’t like parties, much preferring to stay in for the holidays, but you figured going out for a big celebration was exactly the chaos you needed right now. Talking to strangers mindlessly all night to distract yourself from your thoughts and drinking enough to drown out the rest sounded like the perfect plan for Life Day.

Especially when the alternative is staying here alone, cold and miserable, as you imagine what it’d be like to spend the holiday with Mando.

So you closed the shop early today, giving you lots of time to dig through your closet for the most festive (and apparently shortest) piece of clothing you own and get ready for the party at a leisurely pace. You felt overindulgent spending so much time on your appearance, and you’re almost certain you’re going to show up severely overdressed, but hey. If it makes tonight feel as far from your everyday life as possible, you’re all for it.

You’re just about to head out, checking yourself once over in the mirror as you slip on a pair of strappy heels, when the comm in the control room starts beeping. 

Kriff, you swear you had turned everything off when you locked the landing dock, but even if you hadn’t, you don’t know who the hell is trying to get their ship fixed on Life Day. For the few hours you had the shop open today, not one person showed up, and even yesterday, only one customer had dropped in for a quick oil change. Everything always seems to freeze around the holidays, the galaxy in silent agreement to leave business aside for a couple days, but apparently the dumbass waiting outside your shop didn’t get that memo.

You let the beeping run, figuring whoever’s trying to get through will eventually leave on their own, but it never stops, the blaring persisting as you struggle with the buckle of your heel until it’s just too much to ignore. You storm into the control room, the unsecured sole of your sandal slapping against your foot as you slam the speak button on the console.

“It’s Life Day. We’re closed,” you snap, returning to your heel before you can even check the source of the frequency. You finally fasten the strap and start to back out of the room, but then a smooth, modulated voice comes through the comm that makes you freeze. 

“Even for me, mesh’la?” 

Maker, of course it’s him. Of course he has to show up the one time you’re absolutely not supposed to be thinking about him. 

“Especially for you, Mando. You’re already in my shop too much, you can’t be here on my one day off too.”

You try to sound irritated. You should be irritated, he’s actively messing up your plans right now, but you know you’re not fooling anyone when just the sound of his voice makes your heart flutter.

“It won’t take long, it’s just my heater this time,” he reasons. “Are you really gonna let me freeze, mesh’la?”

You think that maybe you should. Maybe if you left him in the cold he’d be so upset that he’d stop coming to you for repairs. Maybe then you could finally stop thinking about him.

But really, you know that would just make you more miserable.

“I showed you how to fix it last time, you can warm yourself up,” you challenge. “Or did you really forget already?”

“I remember. I just wanted you to do it for me.”

That makes you pause. Why would he come to you for something he already knows how to fix? Mando’s not exactly one to waste credits on things he doesn’t need, and he’s considerate enough that you wouldn’t expect him to bother you on Life Day with something he could take care of himself. 

You’re about to point it out and turn him away, but then he sighs your name, warm and rich even through the comm, and you feel what little resolve you have left evaporate into the temperate air.

“Come on, I’m kriffing cold.”

“Fine,” you mumble as you punch a passcode into the console. The ceiling of the shop whirrs open, revealing the familiar sight of the Razor Crest descending onto your dock. 

You have time, you decide. If it’s really just the heater, it should only take 15 minutes to finish, still leaving you lots of time to get to the party, and you figure it’d be a little cruel to let Mando to spend Life Day cold and alone on that sad hunk of metal, even if he can technically fix those problems by himself. 

Besides, he’s already ruined your plans of not thinking about him today, you might as well let yourself see him too.

By the time you grab your tool kit from the closet and step out of the control room, heels clacking loudly against the worn duracrete, Mando’s halfway down the ramp. He’s about to greet you, but as you approach, his already rigid stature tenses, his visor trailing over the exposed skin of your chest and legs. 

You can’t help but smirk, knowing he’s probably shocked at seeing you like this, in a dress with your hair draping over your shoulders, a drastic contrast to the way you usually only wear plain jumpsuits and keep your hair pulled back in a messy knot.

“I should make you pay extra for making me work when I look like this,” you joke.  

You strut past him into the ship, heading straight for the heating system in the corner of the hull you’d come to know so well.

“Yeah,” he rasps out, following behind you. “Sorry, uh, were you about to go somewhere?”

“No, I just hang around the shop like this when you’re not here.”

He cocks his head to the side when you look back at him, like he’s rolling his eyes at you under the helmet and waiting in annoyance for an actual answer. You give him a playful grin as you hand him the tool bag. 

“I got invited to a Life Day party. Figured I should probably try to dress up a little bit.”

“Oh. It-- well, you look good.”

You scoff as you turn back to inspect the pipes, squatting with your knees pressed together, one hand holding the back of your dress down.

“I’d look good in anything compared to what you usually see me in.”

“No, mesh’la, you always look good. But this…”

You’re not sure if he stops mid sentence or if your brain just isn’t comprehending what he’s saying anymore because hold on-

Did Mando just say you always look good? 

You turn back to him and raise your eyebrows, silently urging him to elaborate, but he just stares at you with that impossibly intense gaze, making your stomach flip and giving you absolutely no indication as to why he just said that.

Well if he’s gonna be like that, you guess you’ll just have to figure out what he meant for yourself.

You walk towards him until you’re mere inches from the tool bag he’s cradling against his chest, holding his gaze as you slowly pull a wrench from the assortment of tools. You linger there for a second, looking up at him through your lashes, before you make your way back to the heater.

But this time, instead of squatting tastefully to reach into the panel, you bend over, sticking your ass out towards Mando as the short skirt of your dress rides up your thighs.

Mando coughs behind you, so you look over your shoulder at him, arching your back more to maintain your position. His grip on the bag tightens while he growls out your name in a warning that goes straight to your core, and it takes all your willpower to keep your composure as you blink innocently at him. 

“What’s wrong, Mando?” you mewl. 

He actually grunts at that, shifting his weight from where he was leaning into one hip so he stands completely upright. He looks even broader like this, so strong and domineering that you know you should be intimidated, but you just feel incredibly hot watching him squirm.

“Just- stars, just fix the kriffing heater already.”

Your lips turn up into a wicked grin as you turn back to finish the repair.

“Okay, Mando. Whatever you say.”

As you make quick work of the damaged pieces, you can’t help but revel in the feeling of Mando’s gaze burning into the expanse of your thighs, relish in the knowledge that the ever stoic Mandalorian is flustered at just the sight of you. 

You can’t lie, this feels good. Really kriffing good. After months of thinking about him every time you laid in bed and trying desperately to forget those sinful images every time he’s near you, to know you have that kind of effect on him too is sending warmth all over your body, along your chest and through your stomach.

With a final twist of the wrench, you flip the switch to turn the heater on, the old pipes creaking and small puffs of vapor shooting out of the system as it hums to life. You admit, it’s not your best work, but in your defense, you’re not usually trying to, well, present yourself to your customers while doing a repair. 

And honestly, you couldn’t give a damn about how well the finicky heater’s working when Mando is right there, so clearly enticed by your show, and you’re as close as you’ve ever been to getting what you’ve been dreaming of.

You stand up, smoothing down the back of your dress as you turn back towards him. He hasn’t moved at all since you went back to work, still standing with his back perfectly straight and gripping your tool bag just as tightly as he was a few minutes ago. 

“Well, that should do it,” you muse, looking into the steely visor.  You’re expecting him to make a move, say something or step towards you or really just do anything, but he just nods, keeping the painstaking tension in the rest of his armored body. 

For a while, neither of you move, frozen as you try to anticipate what the other is thinking. From what Mando has told you, you think this is what hyperspace must feel like, each moment seeming to stretch into infinity as the energy of a million stars spins around you. The two of you look at each other, unmoving for what feels like ages, willing the other to close the gap first and let the galaxy of suspense you’ve created collapse around you. 

You wait and wait, but at some point you remember this is Mando you’re dealing with, the man so stubborn his head is literally made of beskar. Mando, the reason you’ve abandoned the Life Day plans you were determined to follow through on because he wouldn’t take no for an answer when you said you were closed. 

Maybe it’s persistence or maybe he just knows that if he waits long enough, you’ll give him whatever he wants anyway, but regardless, there’s no chance he’s going to be the first to give into this standoff, no matter how bad you both want it.

No, if you want this, you’re going to have to work for it.

But you’ve never minded having to do a little extra work for him.

You stride towards him, returning the wrench to the tool bag before taking it from his arms and placing it on a crate behind you.

“While you have me here,” you say, turning back to him with wide eyes. You take another step towards him, bringing yourself so close that you can hear the soft hitch of his breath come from his modulator.

“Is there anything else I can do to help you stay warm?”

He brings his hand up to brush your hair off your shoulder, exposing the thin strap of your dress. You shudder as the worn leather of his gloves barely glances across your skin, the small touch charged by the way he keeps the rest of his body so static.

“Yeah, mesh’la. There is.”

You gasp when he hooks a finger underneath the strap of your dress, his touch feather light as he traces a line from your collarbone to the top of your shoulder. 

“Yeah?” you whisper. “Tell me, Mando. Whatever you want.”

“Don’t go to the party tonight,” he hums, his voice thick and dripping with desire, making heat pool in your stomach. He fixates on the strap, rubbing the satin between his index finger and thumb. “Stay here instead. Let me take this pretty thing off you. Show you just how grateful I am that you always keep me warm.”

“Okay,” you exhale a little too quickly, but he just keeps studying you, staying completely still besides the hand playing with your dress. You don’t know why he’s still holding back, not sure how much clearer you need to be for him to know you want this, but if he needs another reassurance, you’re more than willing to give it to him.

You’ll give him anything if it means he’ll finally touch you the way you both want.

You bring your hand up to cover his, stopping the rhythmic movement of his fingers as you guide his gloved fist down your arm. The strap of your dress slips off your shoulder, the neckline hanging dangerously low on your chest, and you lick your lips as you stare straight into his visor.

“I said whatever you want, didn’t I?”

And then finally, finally, he gives in, pushing you back against the wall and peeling the dress from your body. His hands run over every inch of you, his grip firm and electric on your skin, and he doesn’t stop until you’re crying his name as you come undone beneath him.

***

Hours later, you end up where you always do after a long day in the shop, curled up in bed, thinking of a certain Mandalorian. 

But today wasn’t just another day in the shop. Today was Life Day. 

Today was supposed to be different.

Maker, you can’t believe you let Mando ruin your Life Day plans, let him take over the one day that you were absolutely not supposed to think about him. You can’t help but feel a little pathetic thinking about how much of a grip he has on you, how you can’t manage to have a life outside of him for even one day. It’s driving you so crazy you think you won’t be able to sleep-

But then he shifts next to you, wraps an arm around your torso and pulls your back to his bare chest. He mumbles something in your ear that you don’t understand- cyar’ika, you think he says- his voice sounding so affectionate even though it’s thick with sleep. 

Your heart swells as he holds you, the even breaths coming from the modulator easing the worries from your mind, and as you drift into the sweet lull of sleep, you think maybe it’s not so bad that you let Mando mess up your Life Day plans.

You’d let him mess up all your plans if it meant you could end every day like this.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 283: I'M MARY POPPINS Y’ALL

Previously on BnHA: Everyone was all, “Tomura what do you have?” and Tomura was all,” a quirk bullet!” and they were all, “NO!!” He then threw the bullet at Aizawa, who ironically actually did have a knife, and since no one bothered to say “no!!” this time he proceeded to CHOP OFF HIS OWN LEG. Just, schwoop. Lopped it right off. Didn’t even fucking care. Anyway so then Tomura was all, “you know what who even needs quirk bullets” and somehow broke free from both Deku and Ryuukyuu to go claw off Aizawa’s face. Thankfully Todoroki “I've spent the past eight chapters puttering around waiting for the coolest moment to strike” Shouto finally decided to join the fray by impaling Tomura, and everyone was all, “ahaha, classic Shouto”, and Tomura was all, “don’t worry though I’m fine”, and it seems like he really is now, since he’s finally regenerated and all his wounds have healed again! The chapter ended with Gigantomachia stampeding towards Jakku, which is super terrible, but what else is fucking new.

Today on BnHA: The Gunga kids spend a few pages standing around letting all that trauma soak in nice and deep as Machia rampages on towards Jakku. Back in the Shigaraki Wastes, the heroes regroup, which mostly consists of the remaining conscious adults tearfully being all “you kids get out of here... save yourselves...” and the kids being all “YOU JUST SIT THERE AND CHILL, DAD” and “[EXPLETIVES]” and “I’M YOUNG AND FILLED WITH RIGHTEOUS SHOUNEN RAGE”, all of which is very entertaining to me and makes me very proud. Anyway so then Tomura’s body sort of explodes a bit, and he’s all, “what”, and then it finally sinks in that he might have popped out of the toaster early, so he tries to end the fight right there and then with another round of Decay. Except that Deku counters it by SPONTANEOUSLY LEARNING HOW TO FLY, which is probably SO CONFUSING for all the non-Gran-and-Kacchan people around, which is just one of the many things I love about it. And the other things I love about it are that it’s (1) THE MOST BADASS THING EVER, and (2) just, really fucking great. So yeah. Rage, Deku, rage.

OH NO MY BABIES

don’t tell me. I’m not sure I want to know what it is they’re looking at. how many of the pros are fucking dead now ffffmg

also that is an extremely intriguing chapter title, though. 75? as in percent?? oh my god is something finally going to go fucking right for our heroes. or at least, you know, less wrong

OOOF

dammit Momo he was supposed to go to sleep! WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL OF THAT MATH FOR, THEN. did he grow bigger, or did she just somehow miscalculate the dosage, or is he finally going to go night-night halfway to Jakku?

btw Momo I’m not actually mad at you, you’re still the only one who fucking did anything at all. if anyone tries to give you shit, just look them in the eye and ask them “okay and how many things did YOU do?”, and they’ll be like, “oh shit, none”, and you’ll be all “yeah that’s what I fucking thought” because YEAH

OH MY GOD SERO ANGST

I have never seen Sero this badly shaken before. it’s somehow so shocking?? holy shit you guys, I know I’ve been saying for ages “lolo all these kids about to be traumatized af” but somehow it’s one thing to know it’s coming, and another to finally actually see it. oh god

anyway let’s just hope all of the grown-ups aren’t actually fucking dead. but based on all of the kids’ expressions, it really feels like a lot of them might be, and that’s just... ...

and they had to see it. right? is that what this is implying?? holy shit. they watched it all happen. that’s it, the rest of this arc is cancelled, please proceed directly to the emergency therapy arc right now

TOKO!!

holy shit look at the size of that rock that fell on the medical tent. and DS pulling people out of the wreckage. it really feels like everywhere you turn this arc, the intrepid young scamps of U.A.’s first year hero class are the ones out here keeping things one step from total disaster

oh shit

excuse the hell out of me young Momo but what the hell is up with this use of the word “dead” with the implied “like everyone else” hanging there at the end?? what is up with that. that’s a very bad sentence I don’t like that at ALL

and what the actual hell is this panel of FATGUM AND TAMAKI IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CARNAGE, TWO PEOPLE WHOSE NAMES I’M QUITE SURE ARE ON THIS CONTRACT OF “PEOPLE WHO AREN’T ALLOWED TO DIE” WHICH HORIKOSHI IMPLICITLY AGREED TO THE MOMENT I STARTED READING THE MANGA. BOY WHAT

JESUS MOTHER F. CHRIST

THAT’S. THAT’S, UH

OH THANK FUCK

I mean, I already knew they survived, though. so WHY AM I STILL SO FUCKING ANXIOUS. good grief

and in before Majestic fucking dies on the next page, having saved the children with his very last act. I fucking hate you Majestic, you blue-balling child-preserving magnificent wizard bastard

HE FRISBEED THEM TO SAFETY GAH

WHY COULDN’T YOU DO THAT TO MACHIA THOUGH. BUT AT LEAST HE SAVED THE BABIES. TOO BAD HE’S FUCKING DEAD hahaha sob sob sob

is anyone still alive?? did the guys who were fighting off Snoopy Sno-Cone and RD back at the mansion at least make it out in one piece??

(ETA: from here on out all of these guys shall be referred to as Schrodinger's Heroes until further notice.)

so now Mineta is questioning whether or not their Smart Momo Plan even fucking did anything, which. same, Mineta, honestly. but it must have!! right?? ????

anyway so here’s some more panels of everyone dying do you want to see them. sure. why not

can we get back to the Tomura fight now. I’ve had just about enough of this, I’d like to see some 75% business now before this turns into the most depressing chapter of all time

BOOOOOOO

goddammit. well for now my money’s on Machia collapsing just as they make it back to Jakku. so Momo’s plan does eventually work, but the League still makes it back to Tomura thus ensuring more shenanigans can take place. goddamn, lol, just when I thought the arc was nearing its climax. feels like it just fucking respawned with a full life bar

also Toga is really looking... not great. I’m so scared for whoever she ends up fighting after this. OCHAKO MY SWEET BABY GIRL PLEASE WATCH OUT

WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE

PLEASE ARREST HIM FASTER. holy fuck if you fucking screw this up and he gets rescued I SWEAR TO GOD

oh wait is he just here to provide more backstory on Gigantomachia

GO BURNIN’, YOU GOT THIS. also, gonna be honest, at this point I really would not mind if Machia did a little less living for Tomura and a bit more dying

FINALLY!!!

FKFKF Aizawa not looking too good oh god. and Deku looks like he’s about to spontaneously develop ALL OF HIS REMAINING QUIRKS JUST LIKE THAT ON THE SPOT, FUCK YOU TOMURA

oh my god DON’T GET DISTRACTED!!

Shouto’s arrival is either about to make Endeavor more useless than ever, or suddenly a whole lot LESS useless, and right now it’s up in the air and I am excited but also scared

EXCUSES EXCUSES

BLAH BLAH BLAH. “SORRY I’M LATE, I WAS SAVING PEOPLE’S LIVES,” Shouto lies through his teeth, clearly not aware that Tomura has a built in GPS and knows full well that Shouto was actually only a few feet behind Bakugou and Deku and so that explanation doesn’t fly at all. the real truth must be something so embarrassing that he’s ashamed to admit it. did you get lost. did you run into an NPC who wouldn’t let you pass until you had completed some sort of quest

THERE YOU ARE KACCHAN, I WAS WONDERING

just as enraged as Deku! it’s almost like he just witnessed his sensei chopping off his own leg and subsequently almost being murdered or something

(ETA: actually lol I think he’s mad at Deku, for taking off earlier and leaving him behind with Gran. though there’s no law that says he can’t be mad about two things at once! anyway so do you guys think that being beaten to the punch by Deku here may perhaps frustrate this young man and contribute to his decision to return the favor at some point later on in this battle, perhaps with dire consequences? hmm.)

anyway so if you all are keeping up with the math, and I think you are, it seems like just about every one of the adult pros is either down for the count (Aizawa, Gran), or recovering (Endeavor, Ryuukyuu??), or Might As Well Not Even Be There (a certain TWO OTHER PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL IN A TIME OUT AND HAD BETTER BE THINKING GOOD AND HARD ABOUT WHAT THEY’VE DONE. OR MORE PRECISELY, DID NOT DO OR EVEN ATTEMPT TO DO). anyway so all of that means that the only ones actually ready and raring to go here in Round 2 against the newly regenerated and POSSIBLY HAS HIS DECAY QUIRK BACK Shigaraki Tomura are... drum roll...!

okay but FUCK YOU GUYS though oh my god YOU’RE EVEN RUINING THE DRUM ROLL

DID YOU NOT EVEN NOTICE HIS LEG BEFORE?!?!? holy -- can I -- can I please just slap them, I --

anyway so RockLockRock looks like he has something to say here. probably going to tell Deku to take Aizawa and run, as if Deku isn’t the fucking glue holding this entire operation together at this point now that Aizawa is KOed. can you believe these guys are so incompetent they’ve actually got me arguing in favor of the child soldiers now, what even

...fuck

shit. that face. he’s ready to die to give them all a chance. he knows he wouldn’t last two seconds against Tomura and yet he’s willing to sacrifice it all. damn it RLR... okay fine your time out is done now, but I’m still calling your parents

unfortunately, you’ll never believe it, but Deku doesn’t seem all that inclined to listen to this man telling him to bail and save his own skin sob

ngl though I am living for the Enraged Vengeance Deku we’ve been seeing in these last couple chapters. maybe now everyone will stop dismissing him as just a soft boi who always eats his vegetables and doesn’t swear, and remember that in truth he’s actually a mildly unhinged feral child with an infinite pain tolerance and a god-given talent for never listening to any life-prolonging advice that adults give him ever

oop don’t tell me he’s gonna do the Decay thing again, shit

-- uh

“eh?” lmao what the fuck. my boy's torso just opened up like a fucking door hinge and all he can say is “eh.” this fucking manga

like he’s seriously just calmly standing there trying to assess what the heck has gone wrong

you really don’t feel pain do you. “haha lol what why is my arm falling off I thought I fucking ascended”

OH MY GOD

IT’S OCTOBER THIRD. looool the fuck

Tomura. my sweet little S+ ranked death machine with an A rank in knowledge. who’s spent the past 15-20 minutes battling to the death with the number one fucking hero and all his pals. who all just HAPPENED to be there all ready and waiting to fight him the instant he woke up. Tomura. buddy. did it really only just occur to you that maybe something went wrong somewhere along the line. that maybe things were not, in fact going according to keikaku. that maybe the heroes didn’t just sit around waiting for you to finish cooking in your villain bake oven. like please forgive my impudence but TOMURA ARE YOU STUPID, is what I’m saying, I guess. but gently

(ETA: SHIGARAKI TOMURA, WHOSE ARM IS CURRENTLY DANGLING BY A THREAD: “hold up lol what day is it.”)

I really like how Deku’s just crying nonstop this entire time though. but like, you know. crying with RAGE

lol and he’s figured it out as well, and I fucking love the connection his mind made, look at this

sudden feelings of solidarity. “WE’RE NOT SO DIFFERENT, YOU AND I” lmao

AHH MIRKO

how does she still have two legs?? Horikoshi I can’t believe you forgot how many legs your own favorite character has. but anyways yes this has been your friendly reminder that Mirko saved EVERYONE and should have a battleship named after her

okay NOW he’s doing the thing

good job Tomura you finally got them!! good thing none of them can fly, or Float. RIGHT, DEKU

AHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSS

YOU LOVE TO SEE IT. AND A BLACKWHIP/FLOAT COMBO, TOO! TOMURA, YOU WERE SAYING??

(ETA: he even grabbed Kacchan too. “I can fly by myself!” YOU SHUSH MISTER.)

(ETA 2: and what I also love about this is that we know the SIXQUIRKS are seemingly in tune with Deku’s emotions, so it honestly makes perfect sense that in the heat of the moment with Tomura threatening to kill all these people that he cares about, the quirk just basically acts on his instinct to save and doesn’t stop to ask questions. we’re saving everyone, no buts. and he even activates Float at long last, acting on that same instinct. honestly Kacchan had the exact right idea the whole time, all the way back in chapter 217. “it’ll activate when he’s in trouble, right?” exactly.)

NO GRAN STOP NO ONE ASKED FOR THESE FEELS

OH MY GOD

NEVER HAVE I STANNED THIS BOY SO HARD. HOT DAMN

he’s so fucking mad. omg??! omg

okay so I’m gonna try my best to explain why I love this so much lol. all right. so the thing is, it’s actually so rare for Deku to actually take the reins like this. even though he’s the main character, even though he’s All Might’s heir, his personality is such that he genuinely doesn’t mind being in the backseat and is perfectly content to share the spotlight with others, or even relinquish it completely. BnHA has had... how many arcs so far? hold up let me check

-- okay I just checked and it’s 18. so, 18 arcs. and out of all those arcs, Deku has had a solo fight in approximately... five of them. and two of those fights were against Bakugou and Todoroki, respectively, so he was still sharing the spotlight even then. aside from that, he’s fought Muscular, Gentle, and Overhaul (oh, and Shinsou, I guess). that’s it! and it’s been almost 300 chapters! and again, he’s the main character. in a shounen manga. like seriously though, that is wild

and so seeing him here like this on the last page, ready to throw hands with Tomura, presumably while using Blackwhip as some sort of physical barrier to coat his attacks and prevent Tomura from trying any more Decay shenanigans with him? dude. I FELT THAT HYPE. it’s just a really effective way of keeping me from getting Main Character Fatigue like I might get in most other shounen series. because Deku doesn’t get the spotlight all that often in comparison, it still feels fresh to me, especially now with him actually going up against the Big Bad. just, idk what else to say except “hell yeah” lol

anyway, so I don’t even know how long it’s gonna last, and I expect that Kacchan and Shouto aren’t going to be content to just sit back and let Deku have all the glory either (Kacchan in particular is probably frothing at the mouth already), so in all likelihood it’s probably going to be more of a 3-on-1 than a 1-on-1. and it’s also very likely to end with Tomura gaining the upper hand and trying to take OFA! and so in truth this is a very fleeting moment of triumph, and the most premature of celebrations! but even so... damn. and also I just love seeing shounen kids lose their damn minds and explode with angry determination. and I especially love seeing it with Deku, because I love the reminder that beneath that sweet, unassuming nerdy exterior lies a core of fucking steel. that look in his eyes, though. TOMURA ARE YOU SCARED. you should be a little scared, lmao

anyway. so that’s the chapter! and I’m really glad we ended on this note, not just because Deku is a badass, but also because like I was saying earlier, this was about as bad a situation as the good guys have ever been in, and I felt like the manga was starting to lose that feeling of hope that still needs to be there at its core even when things are at their darkest. idk, I feel like we needed this. Tomura got a chance to catch his breath in the last chapter, and now it’s the heroes’ turn. whew

[numberonephantompizza1]

Poppy Fanfic: “Ask Her”

For context: This is a fanfic I wrote in order to join the Poppy Milk dev team and show off my writing skills. Since the callout at the time said we’d need to write a lot of sidequests, I wanted to ask the question of what a Poppy-centered side-quest would be like. I got the idea that it would be from an Asker’s perspective, and everything sort of came naturally after that. Even though I’m on the dev team right now, it’s not canon to Omega Timeline: Poppy’s Story and even has some inaccuracies that contradict canon. With that said, please feel free to read the story below the cut.

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You noticed something very different inside your room when you woke up. The lights were off and the sun hadn’t yet risen, but there was a certain… aura, coming from your door. You were filled with a certain trepidation, but… you approached it. It was hard to see in the light, but it looked… grey. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stepped through...

...and found about the last person you would’ve expected. The spitting image of Frisk - CORE!Frisk, that was, looking up at you, in the middle of a white void.

“Wh- You’re real?!” you asked, dumbfounded.

“Of course I’m real. Have you been taking all this multiverse stuff for granted? Everything is real somewhere,” Core answered, simply. 

“I… I don’t… and you, me…” you panted, starting to feel a small panic attack coming on.

“Focus,” Core snapped their fingers, grounding you back in reality. Okay, this was happening now.

“Let’s get down to business. Simply: you don’t like me. And I don’t like you. But we BOTH like Poppy. Poppy, my dear, sweet angel… has unfortunately recently come to the realization that Askers ALSO exist in the multiverse. And now she wants to do a ‘meet n’ greet’ with one of her fans. Trust me, I TRIED to talk her out of it, but she can be darn persuasive when she wants to be. And as you’re now realizing, that’s where you come in. 

“I wanna make you a deal. You play along with whatever Poppy wants until she gets bored of this. If you’re on your best behavior - and that means, don’t give her anything bad, don’t tell her anything you KNOW she shouldn’t know, don’t use any magic, and be a general good influence - if you play nice, in exchange, I will allow you to hang out with ANY resident of the Omega Timeline. 

“Want to spend a day full of wacky hijinks with a Papyrus, or even an Underswap Sans? Consider it done. Want to know how Deltarune Chapter 2 plays out ahead of time? I know a Susie with your name on it. Whatever you want, so long as you play by the rules, and don’t ask for anyone obviously ridiculous. So… do we have ourselves a deal?”

You contemplated that offer, and everything that was happening, trying to suppress your inner urge to geek out for just a few moments. The Omega Timeline, Poppy, and all the AU’s you could think of and more were real. And you just got an invitation to visit them.

“Yeah, of course!” you nodded excitedly, though your enthusiasm only seemed to make Core more anxious.

“Don’t make me regret this…” Core sighed, as the whiteness seemed to melt away into a cozy-looking house with wooden floors and lime walls, where you were standing directly outside of a white door. Core seemed to have disappeared.

Technically, there was nothing stopping you from exploring. So you did just that. You walked up to a shelf with some family photos. One was a photo of Poppy, Core, Dusted and Rust all together, in some meadow, looking happy. At least, you assumed Dusted and Rust were happy, they didn’t show up well on camera. There was another photo of Poppy alone, looking somewhat younger than she did on the blog, seated on a chair in a photo that looked far more staged. She held an actual poppy flower in her hand and smiled brightly.

You opened the cabinet doors, curious of what knick-knacks you might find in there. Some crayons, a few random glass cups, some art by 3-year-old Poppy that was so poorly done its meaning was hard to decipher, and a locked box. You reached for the box--

“Getting a bit sidetracked, aren’t we?”

You jolted up, and faced Core behind you. Even though they were child-sized, they crossed their arms with the poise and authority of a stern parent. You laughed anxiously. “Ahahaha… ahaha… ha……..”

“...Strike one.” Core said, and vanished. The meaning of that was all-too clear. Deciding not to dilly dally any longer, you went to the room you suspected to be Poppy’s, and knocked. 

“Just a sec!” Poppy said, and opened the door. She looked up at you, and gasped. “Wow, Granpa really did come through…!” She twirled excitedly. “You must be my adoring fan, aren’t you?” she asked.

You stared down at the girl in stunned silence.

“To be honest, I kinda figured you’d be some gray guy with sunglasses, but that’s kinda silly in hindsight. How you doin’?” She asked that last line in a mock accent as you continued to stare.

“Baby,” you said.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you quickly tried to change the subject. “Yeah, it’s… y’know, it’s great to be here…” You clasped your hands together, biting your lip. You were in an Undertale AU, faced with the AU granddaughter of another AU character. You still weren’t entirely over that. Was this fever dream? Fandom heaven, or fandom hell?

“I know! Once I heard you guys weren’t from the Omega Timeline, I realized I hadn’t met even ONE of my fans… even if you guys are super annoying some of the time.” 

“Uhhh, yeah…” you wondered if you should apologize on behalf of the askers who put Poppy in the hospital that one time. Then again, it seemed kind of awkward, and it might have been best not to bring that up while Core was watching, which was always. Looking down at the cutesy girl, it was almost tempting to pull her into a hug, but you managed to keep your composure. 

“I wanted to do something a little more special than just some sorta interview, though, because you ask me questions all the time anyways,” Poppy said. “Granpa said you’ve never been to the Omega Timeline before, so I wanna give you the big tour!” Poppy went to the door. “I’m gonna be outside when you’re ready!” She left the room.

Seeing the empty room in front of you, you were tempted to snoop again, but you’d learned your lesson after last time. You headed straight out after Poppy.

You couldn’t help but gasp in awe of the serenity of the great outdoors as you were beckoned to it. You’d been outside before, obviously, but everything just looked so… nice. The blue sky, the grassy grounds, the ornate buildings… you’ve seen this place in pixel art and a couple drawings before, but seeing it with your own eyes was another story. And the next thing for you to nearly faint at was seeing the Undertale characters running around, Sanses, Undynes, Frisks, even goat moms. 

Poppy smiled. “...It’s nice, isn’t it? I KNEW taking you on a tour was a good idea.” She smirked. “Now remember, just because this is a meet-up doesn’t mean it’s free, and there WILL be a fee at the end of our ride.”

“...Uh… I left my wallet at home,” you said, patting your pockets, “And I don’t have any, uh... ‘G,’ I think. Unless the G stands for ‘Gratitude,’ amiright?” you did finger guns.

“G stands for Gold,” Poppy corrected you bluntly, unamused. She returned to her chipper attitude just as quickly, though. “Now, let me show you around!” She led you down the street. 

Walking with her, seeing so many versions of your favorite characters in the flesh, walking around… well, the temptation to talk to SOME of them was irresistible, Core be damned. You did resolve not to go too far off-track, but you shared some words with the folks you passed by, Poppy thankfully stopping each time you did. You met two Frisks - one boy, one ambiguous - an Underswap Undyne, a human version of Toriel, and surprisingly, a version of Princess Peach.

You and Poppy approached an elegant fountain, stood upon proudly by a statue of a mustachio’d CORE!Frisk. “This is the Timeline Plaza! It’s sort of the local park, where people meet up to do... stuff. Just hang out. Make a picnic. Play ball. All that good park-y stuff, y’know? And there’s stores in all directions, so it’s pretty good.” She proudly showed off her home to you, with a smile.

You talked to more on the way to the next place. An Inverted Fate Papyrus. A weird Ralsei who said his name was “Noyno.” An Asgore wearing a hoodie, who you assumed was swapped with Sans. (Poppy did scold you a little bit for this, telling you that just because someone has a hoodie you shouldn’t assume they’re swapped. You apologized.)

“This is Grillby’s! One of them, anyways. The nearest one to my house. It’s pretty good if you want an OK burger. Sanses love the place, though. It’s… kind of unhealthy. And a little gross.” Poppy said. “Especially when they just drink… raw… ketchup.”

“Can’t handle a little ketchup?” you smiled mischievously. “We drink it by the gallon back in my universe,” you lied.

“...I really hope you’re joking,” Poppy said, alarmed.

“Am I?” you smiled brighter.

“...W-well, we’re not going in there, so you can FORGET about drinking that much ketchup!” Poppy said, afraid of the sheer power of your ketchup-drinking.

You and Poppy moved onto the next spot. You met an Underswap Alphys who seemed to be trapped in a red-and-gold palette. You met a robot dressed as a circus ringmaster, who claimed to be a Chara. You met a Dummy dressed in a Frisk shirt. (You didn’t assume it was swapped with Frisk this time, which turned out to be a mistake, because it was.) Poppy stared at you awkwardly now, wondering why you were talking to all these random strangers. Finally, you and Poppy reached your next destination.

“The theater! Where we show off all the greatest hits! Including MY movie, which, not to brag, but it’s--”

Except, you’d been distracted by a hyperdeath Asriel, and were ignoring Poppy for the moment.

“...” Poppy spoke up. “That’s what I don’t get about you.”

“Huh?” that seemed to wake you up, and you looked at her. 

“Everytime it’s always, ‘have you met Underswap Sans,’ or ‘have you met JangoTale Frisk,’ or some other weird thing. You always ask that. But… they’re just people. Why do you always assume I know some random Sans or Frisk or someone?”

“I…” you were a bit taken aback. “...I don’t… we don’t assume you know them, they’re just… they’re just important.” 

“Important?” She asked. “...I-I mean, yeah, EVERYONE’s important, but, I don’t really get what you mean…”

“They’re all--” You paused, trying to collect your thoughts, think of everything you knew from the blog, and tried to actually talk to her. “...They’re like friends to me. Kinda.”

“...You guys are friends with them? I thought you were stuck in your world…” she frowned.

“No, it’s like-- I’m not ‘friends’ with Underswap Frisk, or-- or Storyshift Frisk, or Shifty or whatever, I’m just friends with… Frisk.”

...Poppy stared at you like you just said the ground was turning to jelly, or something equally bafflingly inane. “...I… think you’re confused. Look, sometimes newcomers struggle with this. Your Frisk isn’t the only Frisk--”

“I know! It’s… You don’t get it. This world, these worlds are so special and creative, and they mean a lot to me. I know we can be really edgy, and I know we ask weird questions about Dusted and Rust, but that’s all because… because...” you paused.

Poppy looked, seeming upset about hearing her siblings mentioned in the context of ‘edgy’ questions, not seeing what you were seeing. Core, standing behind her, holding up a hand signal.

The number two.

You were getting carried away. You overstepped.

“...Um… I’m sorry.” You pulled her into a hug as Core vanished. “There’s really no reason for us to ask those questions. We can just be dumb sometimes.”

“...” She hugged back. “Yeah, it’s okay. I knew you guys were super weird and dumb before I convinced Granpa to let you in here, so I guess I should’ve seen this coming,” Poppy smiled, regaining her confidence as you did your best to not be offended at being called weird and dumb.

“Okay! I think I have just one last stop in mind to cap this tour off on a high note! Literally, hehehe…” She giggled mischievously. This time, you didn’t stop to talk to others, following her directly as you approached a peak overlooking the town. For yet another time, and probably the last, you couldn’t help but ogle at the town’s beauty. “Pretty good, right?” She sat down.

“Ha… with all the climbing, I was worried we’d fall down a mountain,” you joked. Poppy seemed to roll her eyes, as you sat beside her. “...I guess I get how you can call this place home. I mean, once I stop nerding out, anyways. You don’t see stuff like this in my… reality.”

“Just gallons and gallons of ketchup, huh?” she commented. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah.”

And you two just stared into the distance for a while. ...She wasn’t just a character. She was a human being.

...Or, technically just a ‘being,’ scratch the human part. Still, you felt a bit desensitized to all this. And so did she. You related in that way.

“I can’t say you exactly passed with flying colors, but you fulfilled your end of the agreement well enough.”

Without any warning, you were back in a white void with CORE!Frisk, just like before. You almost forgot about the deal you made, what with all the time you spent with Poppy. You stood.

“Uh… yeah. So, my reward…” you drifted off, remembering the offer Core gave you. The chance to meet just about any AU character of your imagining… or at least, any that would be peaceful enough to be in the Omega Timeline. Which still left a WIDE variety of options…

Who did you want to see? What mattered most to you?

...

Thinking deeply… you told Core their name.

“...Oh. Really? Well, I guess it makes sense for you that you’d want to see them,” Core remarked. “I can’t guarantee they’ll give you what you’re looking for, but a deal’s a deal. Let’s head off.”

You and Core went somewhere else.

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And that’s all she wrote! If you read this far, thank you. Working on the game since then has been fun, and I think you’ll like what we have in store. Until then, ciao.

[rogershoe]

Lights, Camera, Action

Part Two

(part one)

Masterlist

Summary: You’re a production assistant on the set of Cursed. The night before your first day at work, you opened your laptop to shockingly realise you’d be working with Daniel Sharman (and a plethora of other amazing actors), someone you’d been watching on screen since you were a teenager. You kept your expectations low, the PAs rarely got to interact with the talent…what was your chance?

Word count: 2.4k

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Warnings: age gap between reader and Daniel, swearing, slow burn

Notes: I hope you guys like this chapter! I know the story is moving slowly (both the chapters are of the same day ahaha) but this is the reader’s first day on set so I wanted to make it really detailed! Thank you so much for reading and please leave feedback and suggestion..it makes my day!!

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You stood up, dusting your knees to get rid of any residue from the hot tarmac. You couldn’t get the picture of him looking at you out of your mind. You wondered if he would recognize you on set…or whether he thought you were creepy. You started walking towards the door, thoughts still rushing through your mind. Maybe he didn’t think anything of it…or maybe he was still thinking about you, the stalkerish girl that was staring at him…

“Ow!”

Your hand clasped over your mouth as you realized you had opened the grey door too quickly, accidentally hitting one of the crew members.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry” you pleaded, lowering your hand…your first day and you had already injured someone.

The thirty something year old woman looked at you annoyingly, taking off her headset and rubbing her forehead, “Shouldn’t you be inside?”

“Yeah..I’m sorry” your brain went blank as you tried to recall what you were doing outside….

“I was just getting a battery” you said suddenly and gestured to your back pocket.

“A battery? You’re a PA?” she lowered her hand, her expression softening

“Yeah” you said, letting out a breath of relief..maybe she’d know where to find the other PAs, “It’s my first day”

“Oh great!” she suddenly exclaimed, her mood changing..she held out her hand, “I’m the key production assistant, Naomi” she smiled, her bright red lips pulling back to reveal pearly white teeth

You took it, glad but a bit taken aback by her sudden change in mood. Then you realized…you had essentially just injured one of your bosses..shit. How many more things could go wrong today?

“Hey, nice to meet you” you blurted out..the adrenaline from seeing Daniel and hitting the key PA with a metal door was thankfully dying down.

“Has Huey shown you around yet?” she asked, pulling her headset back on

You nodded, “Yeah, he mainly gave me a tour of the basecamp”

“Awesome” she smiled again, “you can follow me” she said, starting to walk towards the basecamp, “I just need to do a couple more jobs in the trailers and then you can get started”

The butterflies in your stomach came alive again… what if she had a job near Daniel’s trailer? Worse yet, what if she had to do something in Daniel’s trailer?

“You coming?” she said squinting and looking back at you..you realized you’d frozen in your spot.

“Yeah..sorry” you stumbled over your words again and jogged up to her. The walk was short, less than a minute…it gave you plenty of time to get a good look at the trailer Daniel had previously gone into. The curtains were drawn over the windows so you couldn’t see anything inside. Maybe there had been a makeup artist already waiting in there for him and he was getting ready.

You forced yourself to stop thinking about him and looked forward at the tens of other trailers. You wondered if any other actors had arrived while you were inside or busy apologizing to Naomi.

As if she read your mind, (these crew members had a gift), she spoke, “the actors should be getting here any second now” she looked at the white watch on her wrist.

You decided to speak up, “I saw Daniel go into a trailer a few minutes ago”

She looked at you, an odd look  across her face that you couldn’t read….you quickly looked for any mistakes in your sentence and realized you had called him Daniel

“I mean Mr. Sharman” you stuttered, hoping she wouldn’t get angry

Her expression quickly returned to normal and she suddenly broke out in laughter, clutching her stomach with her hands

“OH, darling, it’s fine!” she straightened up, still smiling brightly

“You don’t have to call him that in front of me..I was just a bit concerned because calling him by his first name implies you know of him” she cleared her throat and you realized you were at the basecamp..”and knowing of these actors can lead to you becoming starstruck or…. or distracted….it’s essentially a recipe for a disaster”

That was unfortunate. You had been trying to tell yourself over and over again that you wouldn’t.. no, couldn’t get starstruck. As she said, it did seem like a “recipe for disaster”.

You looked around at the multiple trailers, and saw that there were actually a few people hovering around six or seven  of them…Huey had told you those were the costume department trailers.

Naomi started walking towards them. You forced yourself to keep your eyes facing forward, away from Daniel’s trailer on the right.

There was a cool breeze in the air and you revelled in the feeling, the refreshing coldness washing over your face.

“Naomi can you take these to trailer thirteen?” A woman called out. She had curly long blonde hair and wore bright red glasses.

Naomi smiled and nodded. You both walked towards the trailers and the woman who was standing on the steps into one of the vehicles. The woman headed inside and you both followed her. The inside of the trailer was much larger than you thought and was bursting with racks full of various different costumes. You could’ve spent hours just looking through all the clothes but unfortunately this was work..and you had no such privilege.

The eccentric looking woman looked through one of the racks before pulling out a long black costume. It was covered by clear plastic so you couldn’t really tell what it was but it seemed to be similar to a coat or robe. When she handed it to Naomi you saw that it also had a hood stitched onto the back.

Naomi gestured for you to head out of the trailer and you did so, carefully walking down the metal steps. You stopped beside the trailer, waiting for her next instruction.

She came up to you and handed you the hanger that the costume was hanging on.

“Each trailer is numbered, I’m sure Huey told you that”, you nodded, he had, “the number is on the main trailer door” you nodded again

“I want you to take this” she pointed at the clothing, “to trailer number thirteen”, you thought you saw a slight grin dance across her face for a split second.

“Alright…sure” you said, that sounded simple enough.

“Once you’re done, just come back here” she smiled before walking to one of the many people there

You nodded, smiling profusely and then walking away from the crowded trailers.

You wondered where trailer thirteen was…the costume trailer was twenty five so you started heading back the way you came. You looked at the doors and saw the numbers getting smaller. When you reached trailer fifteen you almost dropped the costume on the ground. It was two doors away from Daniel’s trailer. What was your luck? As much as you wanted to meet Daniel, you weren’t ready. Especially after what had happened earlier.

But this was work and you had to do your job and remain professional no matter the circumstances. You stalked up to the trailer mentally preparing yourself, you swore they could hear your heart beating all the way inside the trailer…… but before you could even put your foot on the first step, a woman walked out. She held a brush in her hand…a make-up brush.

“Oh hey” you said slightly taken aback,

“Hey! This is for Daniel right?” she said, a grin plastered across her face. She seemed sweet, really sweet.

“I think so” you said looking at the costume closely…you saw a small label which D.S was written on, “they told me to bring it to trailer thirteen”

“Well you’re at the right place” you stepped aside to let her move off the stairs. Suddenly another woman emerged from the trailer, her jet black hair was pulled back into a bun and she looked younger, maybe in her early twenties..close to your age actually.

“Oh hey, I’ll take that for you” she beamed and reached her hand out for the costume

You breathed a sigh of deep relief and suddenly all the nerves centered around meeting Daniel left your body. You were about to hand it to her, before the first woman..the supposed makeup artist spoke.

“Jasmine, no,  you come with me. I have to show you around the costume department”, Jasmine walked down the steps, an apologetic look on her face. The makeup artist then turned to you, “you can just take that inside and put it on the couch to your left”

“Oh okay sure” you said trying to seem confident. The nerves had returned in full force now but you tried your best to hide them. You hoped your face hadn’t gone completely red. The door had been left slightly open and you slowly walked up the steps, thankful that the two women were now walking away.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. The inside was very different from the costume departments. There was only one rack in the corner and it was empty, there was a small purple couch on your left and a small door right in front of you which you guessed was to the bathroom. But the most interesting part was the long mirror that stretched across almost the whole wall opposite the door. It was similar to the set up at a salon, with a lower long table parallel to the mirror (supported by the wall) adorned with various different sorts of brushes, hairdryers, tweezers and three black leather spinning chairs also placed there.

 In the middle chair, sat Daniel Sharman.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped into the trailer. You were afraid your legs might give way any second. He was on his phone, his hair tied back in a bun…a bored look on his face. You couldn’t help but think about how attractive he looked.  His keys lay on the table in front of him, next to a magazine. You carefully walked towards the couch and remembered the rule about how you never talked to the talent. You were thankful for it at this point….at least you didn’t have to try and make conversation. He was still looking at his phone… had he even noticed you had come in? The clear plastic covering of the robe crinkled loudly as you placed it down on the couch, breathing heavily.

He looked up suddenly, his blue eyes catching yours in the mirror as your head jerked up to see if he had heard. He seemed alarmed at first but his expression softened when he realised that you had only just brought his costume.

He laughed softly, “You scared me for a second there” he said, you could clearly hear his British accent.

“Oh…sorry..” you said smiling anxiously. You knew you were very clearly blushing, you just hoped he hadn’t taken any notice. He hadn’t, he was looking right down at his phone again. You straightened your back, realizing he really didn’t care about whether you were blushing or not…he didn’t actually care about you or what you were doing at all.

You walked back to the door. As you pulled it open, you heard his voice again,

“Thank you..”

You couldn’t help but smile as you muttered “your welcome” and stepped out of the trailer. You took a small glance at him before closing the door and saw that he had a slight grin on his face as he put down his phone and picked up the magazine.

8:20 am

It was almost time for filming and you couldn’t be more excited. Naomi had given you a walkie talkie and also a headset so you could communicate with the assistant directors and also the rest of the production assistants. You had been introduced to one other PA, his name was Louis. He had tan skin and shoulder length curly black hair. Cursed was his third and largest project yet.

He tapped you on the shoulder suddenly. You were standing in the studio waiting for the actors to arrive on set so they could start filming. You turned around, your arms crossed over your chest,

“yeah?”

He pointed to where the hallway entered the studio. Through it came Katherine Langford dressed in what looked like a nun’s clothes. You smiled widely…..first Daniel now Katherine? This day had been stressful and demanding and anxiety-ridden..but hopefully, finally getting to see all these actors play their characters would make it worth it.

Your heart beat faster in excitement as she walked over to the director for her instructions.

Louis spoke into your ear, “When they’re about to start filming, Huey will say rolling into the earpieces… then every PA will repeat that after him so we can make sure everyone on the set knows”

He saw you had a confused look on your face and explained, “only a few people on set have a headset, and the AD cant scream loud enough for everyone on set to hear”

You nodded then, understanding “So I just have to say rolling?”

He nodded turning back to the set.

Katherine was standing in the marble looking room that connected to what looked like a dining area with long wooden tables.

You suddenly saw Louis swivel his head towards the hallway and you did the same, your eyes widening at what you saw. Daniel was dressed in what you guessed was the long black costume you had brought into his trailer. His hood was raised over his head and as he walked into the studio you noticed that he had tear like markings drawn onto his face. Your mind wandered off to where you didn’t want it to…you couldn’t deny that he looked hot.

“He looks sick, doesn’t he?” you heard Louis whisper into your ear

“He really does,” you said, nodding eagerly. You were tired but seeing the actors in their costumes was like a splash of cold water to your face. Maybe you wouldn’t fall asleep on set after all.

Please lmk what age you’d like the reader to be in the comments! I was thinking of keeping her in her early to mid 20s since that would fit with the fact that she had been watching Daniel since she was a teenager :))

Part three

[beanieman]

Shinalice Fic: Bongo’s (Or What If Shin Helped Alice On His Bongo Quest?)

How the hell did he get involved with this? Reko's tokens sit exposed on the table. All he has to do is swipe them and take them to Alice.

When Alice defended him during the main game, he knew it would come strings attached. And boy did it.

Shin wanted a moment of peace. After the awful main game, he needed time alone. The bedrooms were as good as anywhere to take a breather and strategize his next move.  It was nice to have a moment of quiet. Well, until Alice barged in with a look of fierce determination.        

"Sou Hiyori!! I have something to say about Reko!!"

Shin nearly fell off the bed as Alice threw the door open. What would Alice want with him? About Reko no less?

"Alice?! W-what's wrong?"

"Have you talked to the man at the prize exchange yet? Because I have!  It appears... there is a secret prize menu! And they're selling Reko's treasure!"

"A secret menu?! Did you buy something off of it?!"

"It appears 20 of Reko's Me-Tokens are required to buy her treasure. Oddly it seems like she's the only one who has a treasure to receive...What do you think the treasure might be?"

"I don't know Reko well. She mentioned losing her bongo's when we first met. If that's not it, then..."

"Bongos?! Inconceivable! Do you know the name of Reko's band? You don't look like you enjoy the sound of rock."

"...Well, you're right."

"The guitar and hellish vocals were performed by Reko!! While I filled the role of the guardian deity of drums who protects the band's backs! I gave her bongo's as a joke gift in our band days. As expected...she was indifferent. To call those bongo's her treasure? Don't make me laugh."

"She seemed upset about losing them...You're her brother. Even if you fight, you still love her, right? Could it be she feels the same? You should buy the treasure. Even if it's not the bongo's, it could be a clue to escape."

Shin had no place to speak. He's an only child. His only concept of sibling dynamics comes from tv and people watching. But his words worked. They worked a little too well.

"Sou Hiyori, if you believe that, assist me in getting tokens from Reko!"

"Wait-what-"

"I don't have the nerve to get the tokens myself...I can't do it! I can't speak to her!"

"Hold on-Reko won't give them to me."

"You're a shady rascal! Can't you swipe them?! I'll talk to Nao Egokoro in the meantime!"

Alice walked away before he could answer. He doesn't want to get punched out by Reko...but he owes Alice the worst type of debt. If he helps Alice now, Alice can't bring up how he defended Shin in the main game later.

Sara has Reko distracted for now. Something about a vending machine. But it doesn't matter because it gives him just a chance he needs to pocket Reko's tokens before she gets back.

He slips them into his jacket just as Reko returns from helping Sara. She wears a harsh scowl that isn't uncommon for her to have when she talks to Shin. But something seems different. Reko looks more aggressive than usual. No wonder Alice didn't want to get the tokens himself.

"What the hell are you doing, beanie bastard? Get out of here and stay away from Kanna while you're at it. Got it?!"

Shin darts into the hallway and knocks on Alice's door before Reko can track him down. He feels a sense of pride to swipe the tokens without notice, even if it was because of a rare stroke of luck.

Alice swings the door open, clearly expecting his return.

"Sou!! Did you get them?!"

"Yeah. Ahaha, Reko didn't see me take them. You should hurry up before she notices they're gone."

"Right! I can't do it...Urgh, if only I were as troublesome as you, this would be easier! I can't back down now. I won't let this opportunity pass me by! ....Eek! No, I can't do it! No, I'll push forward!"

Alice runs off towards the prize exchange, leaving Shin alone. What a strange guy.

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It's been half an hour since Alice went to retrieve the bongos. He should stay out of this. It's a family matter between Alice and Reko. But god, is he curious. Leaving his room, he walks off towards the lobby. He expects to find Alice and Reko sat in the chairs, happily chatting and making up for the lost time.

But the lobby is empty, and pieces of broken wood lay shattered on the floor. Are those pieces of the bongo?!

Shin gathers as many pieces as he can before going to Alice's room.

Through the door, he hears soft sniffling. Is Alice crying?! What's he supposed to do?

He should leave the bongo pieces and run. He's never been good at comforting people. But something compiles him to twist the knob. He tells himself it's so that Alice doesn't turn on him. That he's this for his survival, but that's not the truth. The truth is he's worried about Alice.

The door isn't locked and clicks open. Alice looks alarmed to see Shin standing there. He wipes his tears quickly but doesn't bother putting on a fake smile.

"Uh, I found bongo pieces on the floor. Do you want them?"

"...Lay them on the desk."

Shin complies, trying to find the words to say. He wants to ask what happened, but he can already piece the picture together.

"Alice, are you okay?"

"Reko... hadn't changed at all. At least... not when she's around me."

"She can...be harsh."

"No. It's my fault. I made her and our parents suffer for so long...Reko doesn't owe me forgiveness for my crimes."

"I'm sure you had a good reason to do what you did...the person you killed could have been a terrible person. So don't hold guilt over it. Things happen, and you have to move on. Ahaha, not that I would know anything about your case..."

"I appreciate the sentiment..."

"Erhm. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"...Sit with me for a while. Mwhaha, I'll tell you more about the legendary band Samurai Yaiba!"

Alice doesn't hide his feelings well. Despite his words, the loneliness of this situation is plastered on his face. If he wants Shin to stay...he can do that.

"Okay...you said you played the drums?"

"Yes, but I wasn't good at them. I was only there to even the numbers...I did better work as a manager."

As Alice rambles about his old band, Shin wishes this story had a better outcome. That Reko had accepted the bongos and happily welcomed Alice back into her life. He understands Reko's choice, but seeing Alice distraught...bothers him.

He'll sit and talk as long as Alice needs. Even if they chat throughout the night, that will be okay. It's the best he can do, but Alice seems to appreciate it. His face lights up a little with every word.

Maybe he'll try to put the bongos back together. Reko might accept them after some time to calm down. But would Alice want to go through that again? Well...he has plenty of time to plan. The laptop is his biggest priority, but he'll do his best to help if he has any spare time.

Even if Reko is apprehensive to bond with him, Alice doesn't have to be by himself. As two loners, they can be alone together. Maybe if he can hack the laptop and help everyone escape...Reko will be in a better mood and forgive Alice for the past.

He'll do everything he can to reach that goal. And maybe one day, even see Alice on stage as he performs with Reko in a new band. It's a goal to push towards, and for the first time since this started, Shin feels a glimmer of hope for the future.

[riotwritesthings]

The Basements

Heyyyy it's almost holiday time! A very happy winter holiday to anyone who celebrates, and a happy end of this terrible year to everyone ahaha.

I got you three random AUs, look out for the next two coming soon

Title: The Basements Collaborator Name: Riot @buckybarnesbingo​ Square Filled: U1, Board Games @starkbucksbingo​ Square Filled: G2, AU: Urban Fantasy @tonystarkbingo​ (card 4052) Square Filled: S1, Conflicting obligations / oaths Ship/Main Pairing: WinterIron Rating: T Major Tags & Triggers: witch!Tony, vampire!Bucky, an adorable cottage Summary: Tony is willing to do just about anything to get out of his father’s house, and babysitting a magical cottage seems almost too easy. Even if he’s not sure exactly what’s in the basement. Word Count: 1.2k

Yes, I DID think up this story just to go with an adorable witch cottage I made in my Sims game. More screenshots at the bottom because I’m so proud of this adorable house lol.

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Tony is desperate to get out of his father’s house, to find somewhere he can finally do magic and spend his time inventing without anyone getting on his case, insisting that he choose.

If babysitting a cottage for the Witch's Council is what it takes than Tony is more than happy to do it, and who cares if there’s supposedly some kind of monster in the basement? It’s been sealed for decades, it’s not like he actually has to worry about it. All he has to do is not open the basement and not ask any questions, right? Easy.

The cottage has all the magical tomes he could ever want, and Tony even builds himself a second basement, a place to build all the robots and other crazy inventions he wants. It’s perfect.

Although it’s not long before he starts noticing strange things, like the fact that the garden is flourishing despite Tony forgetting about it more often than not. Like the fact that when he gets distracted and wanders away from a chess game he’s playing against himself, he sometimes comes back to find one of the pieces moved. Usually in an infuriatingly clever move.

It’s a bunch of little things that all start to add up, and Tony has to wonder if there is something going on in this house after all.

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Spoiler; it’s Bucky. He’s a vampire. He lives in the basement

He actually broke the seal on the door a long time ago, but it’s not like he really has anywhere else to go. He comes out at night to work in the garden occasionally, but most of his time he spends in his basement, where he can’t hurt anyone. Where he can’t be forced to hurt anyone.

He doesn’t tend to spare much thought to whoever the Council brings in to ‘guard the wards’ on the basement beyond making sure they don’t notice all the seals have long since been broken. Whoever this new witch that moved in is though, he is terrible at keeping plants alive. It’s actually kind of nice for Bucoy to have something to do.

Any maybe once in a while he moves one of the chess pieces on the board in the living room. And maybe ‘once in a while’ becomes every night, maybe he finds himself a little curious about this new witch after all.

Bucky can tell that the witch is smart, has poured through almost every book in the library already and Bucky knows he’s not exactly up to date on modern electronics, but the things he finds scattered around the house recently seem truly sci-fi. It makes him curious.

Curiosity has always gotten him into trouble, but Bucky has never been very good at fighting it.

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Tony knows that he’s supposed to be guarding the basement, keeping it locked up tight and not digging. But he's never been any good at 'not asking questions,’ and he can’t help wondering.

Is his mysterious chess partner some kind of ghost? Does it have anything to do with the seals on the basement, and the music Tony occasionally hears drifting up the stairs, or is there more than one something in the house with him?

And is it just Tony, or do those seals on the basement door feel so weak they might as well not exist?

He’s not supposed to ask questions, or go near the basement, but Tony also promised himself that he wouldn’t let anyone hold him back from learning everything he can, not anymore. And no one said anything about leaving notes for his mysterious chess partner.

It starts with a note left under the knight piece that Tony has just captured, and quickly spirals out of control from there.

Whatever it is in the house with him, they’re clever, and funny, and before he knows it Tony is writing entire letters to his mysterious new pen pal and finding what can only be called gifts around the house. Like breakfast warm and waiting for him when he stumbles up from his lab in the pre-dawn hours, like the exact book he’s been dying to read suddenly waiting for him on the coffee table.

Tony knows he’s not supposed to ask questions, but he can’t help wondering.

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In the end, Bucky finally meets the witch, meets Tony, completely by accident.

He’s headed back to his own basement after spending maybe a little too long arranging Tony’s breakfast to form a smiley face on his plate, and they nearly run straight into each other in the hallway as Tony stumbles out of his room.

Bucky freezes, and Tony freezes, and they just stare at each other for a second. Tony blinks slowly, looking more tired than anything, his soft brown hair a mess, and he smells so alive. Like warm skin and coffee, metal and magic, and it’s so much more intense than the lingering scent that hangs around the small house, Bucky has to struggle not to get distracted just breathing it in.

Tony’s eyes move over to the basement stairs, to the useless wards hanging on the walls, and Bucky’s cold dead heart drops a little. They both know what Tony is supposed to do now, he’s supposed to alert the Council so they can come and lock Bucky away again. If he’s lucky, they might just decide they’re done dealing with him.

But Tony bites his lip, hesitating, and Bucky dares to let himself hope, just a little. Maybe Tony is different enough.

“Your breakfast is getting cold,” Bucky says stupidly, like that’s any kind of a bribe, and Tony jolts a little, gaze flashing back to Bucky again. His eyes are still wide, faintest hint of a blush rising in his cheeks.

He smells like heated metal and there’s a smear of oil on his forehead, dark and acrid, and Bucky has so many questions. Questions he’s been avoiding asking in the notes he leaves for Tony, because whatever reason Tony built himself a second basement has got to be a secret and Bucky doesn’t want to push his luck.

“Thanks,” Tony finally says, voice baffled and a little rough with sleeplessness. Bucky fights down the inane urge to spin on his heel and go make him tea.

He might be pretty sure Tony drinks too much coffee, but he should also wait and see what Tony is going to do first.

What Tony does is lick his lips, shifting on his feet and hesitating for a second before he asks “Um, do you want to play chess in person?”

Bucky smiles, small and relieved and excited, and he starts to turn back towards the living room before he pauses. “You didn’t mean right now,” he says, and it’s almost a relief to be dead because he’d probably be blushing otherwise.

Tony just shrugs, smiling back as he says “As long as you don’t mind me eating while I kick your ass.”

“Okay,” Bucky says quickly, eagerly. He ushers Tony past him out of the narrow hallway, and he can’t resist the curiosity anymore so he adds “But only if you tell me what you need a second basement for, it has been drivin’ me crazy.”

“Can you keep a secret?” Tony asks, and then laughs when Bucky raises a single eyebrow at him, fighting down a grin of his own.

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[beardrabbles]

my seelie.

characters: diluc, gender-neutral reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,445

notes: for my bestest friend and anyone else that loves diluc! we both play now ( ahaha, i got ‘er! ) and she legit gasps any time she finds a seelie. it’s the cutest freakin’ thing, and this immediately popped into my head. lottsa fluff!

No matter how often it happened, being called into Diluce’s private quarters made you nervous. Even sitting alone at the open window, surrounded by silence and cooled by the breeze trickling in, you were on edge. Your arms and legs were crossed, foot bobbing hard enough to numb everything from your toes to your ankle. Your mind was just as jittery, constantly running through all possible reasons as to why he would summon you this time — unfortunately, none of the possibilities made sense to you, so you only proved to confused yourself further.

Finally, after feeling time slowly tick by, the door behind you opened. The sound gave you a start, and you stood so abruptly that you startled the man as he stepped through.

“I apologize for the wait, love.” The door was quickly shut behind him before he strode forward and captured your lips in a firm but loving kiss. The mountains worth of anxiety that had built up was swept aside like dust, relieving the weight on your heart and shoulders. Diluc wasn’t the most skilled at comforting people, but he knew you well enough by now that he could tell when you needed reassurance. Clearly, he wasn’t upset with you, but you still felt a pinch of befuddlement when he pulled away.

“Don’t worry about it.” You let go of a heavy sigh and reached up to tuck a lock of his bright red hair behind his ear. “I was worried I’d done something to make you call me all the way out here.”

“If that’s what I lead you to believe, then I apologize again.” He caught your hand in his and pressed your palm to his cheek. “I’d been planning this for quite a while, and it felt more appropriate to do it here than at the tavern. I’m.  .  . not the best at surprising people, you know this.”

“And that hasn’t changed the fact that I love you.” You smiled and traced your thumb against his lower lip, eliciting a shaky sigh from the usually stead-fast and unflappable man.

“I appreciate that. I appreciate you.” Diluc spoiled you with another kiss, this one deeper than the last. Your heart swelled and your fingertips tingled as your dragged them from his cheek to the back of his neck, the little hairs that had fallen out of his ponytail standing on end. And while it made your blood run hot to feel his teeth on your lips and to hear the deep groans of satisfaction that were pulled from his chest, you didn’t want to distract from the real reason why you were called to his winery.

“Diluc.  .  .” You reluctantly pulled away, letting one more quick and fleeting peck at the corner of his lips cool the heat in your belly. “You said you were planning something?”

“Had planned,” corrected the nobleman, “everything so far has gone exactly as I’ve hoped it would. The only snag is you.”

You reeled back. “Me?”

Diluc sighed and opened one side of his jacket, gloved hand slipping into one of the inside pockets. “It took me a week to find someone competent enough to fetch me a near flawless chunk of Noctilucous Jade, another handful of weeks to find someone with the skill to shape it, then.  .  .”

He trailed off, but you urged him on with a quiet, “then?”

“It’s taken me too long to work up the courage to give it to you. You deserve perfection, and I couldn’t help thinking that my efforts weren’t enough.” From the pocket, Diluc pulled out a long, flat box made of a wood so dark it almost looked black in the shade cast by curtains. But rather than look at it, you found yourself enthralled in this new, uncertain side of your partner.

Rarely was he vocal about his doubt, about his inability to adjust quickly to the romantic aspects of your relationship. You never rushed him, but you knew he loathed being inadequate. He needed to learn, to master and perfect everything he touched. No matter how often you reassure him, you acknowledged that this was simply a part of who he was. You adored him, you cherished him, and you didn’t want to make him change if it wasn’t an issue.

But you could smile, and you could appreciate his every effort, big and small.

“You could have given me a ragged dandelion, and I would have loved it, Diluc. As long as it came from you and you used your heart, it doesn’t need to be perfect.” You accepted the box and bit down at your lip, wondering for only one moment what might be inside before prying the lid back.

Sitting on a bed of crushed velvet was the familiar, whimsical shape of a Seelie molded out of jade. Every detail, from the round head, the fluttering scarf and the whisker-like wisps, reminded you of the many memories you had as a child. It was no bigger than your thumb, attached to a thin chain made of polished silver. You were almost afraid to touch it, worrying that you might blemish the charm and sully all that Diluc had gone through just to have this made.

“Will you wear it?” He asked. You were snapped out of your thoughts, eyes wide and rimmed with barely-there tears.

“Of course!” You returned the box to him and turned when motioned to. Diluc removed the necklace from its box and came to stand behind you, fingers carefully working the clasp once the charm rested in the middle of your collarbone. With it secure, Diluc carefully kissed the back of your neck, right where your shoulders met with your neck. He drew out a single shiver and a mess of giggles, the sound putting a faint smile on his lips.

“Let me see.”

You turned, adjusting the charm. At the sight of it resting against your skin, his heart nearly burst. You could see the relief in his eyes, as well as the roaring fire of a man deeply, hopelessly in love. You became flushed under his gaze, your own eyes turned down bashfully.

“Diluc, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Why a Seelie?” You had always adored the shape, but you wanted to hear his reasoning.

Diluc awkward cleared his throat and looked away the same way you did. “I recalled you loving them when we were children, then remembered that you still love them to this day. I’ve lost count of how many times it’s happened, but you never fail to gasp when you see one, and it’s near impossible to stop you from taking chase. I thought the silly notion would have faded as you’ve gotten older, but it appears I was wrong.”

You touched carefully at the charm and raised an eyebrow. “So this is a reminder that I’m still a silly child?”

“Not at all.” Diluc allowed another smile to appear, and this time it remained. “The necklace is yours, but reminder is for me. It reminds me that I was eventually lead towards the greatest treasure of all.”

He breathed deep and closed the distance between you, arms wrapping tightly around your waist. Out of habit, you draped your own around his shoulders, letting his forehead rest against yours. “My whole life, I thought I would find nothing more important than my duties. My knighthood, casting it aside, owning this business.  .  . It felt like those were all I had. And every time I grew content with that, you came along to guide me. You always took me by the hand, pulling me along and reminding me that this isn’t all I can be.”

He paused for a moment to think before he continued on, the softness in his voice melting at your heart and making your eyes sting.

“You, my little seelie, guided me towards the truth: I can love, and I can be loved in return. I can relax. I can do what makes me happy, and I can be accepted when I’m not happy. I will always have someone to talk to, to admire, to protect. You’ve given me so much, and I have to be thankful that, unlike actual Seelie, you haven’t vanished on me.”

“Never.” You sniffled once and nudged your nose against his cheek. “That will never happen.”

“I’m glad.” His grasp on you tightened, fingers grasping at the back of your clothes and face buried in your shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too, but.  .  .”

“Hmm?”

You snickered and curled a lock of his hair between your fingers. “Can I hear you call me ‘my little seelie’ again?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on!”