#“it takes too long to wait for it to get bright” it is 11 pm you can do literally anything else STOP LEAVING THE LIGHT ON AT NIGHT

[heathfall]

my Sunningrocks is the kitchen light switch

[braxlrose]

request: bill kaulitz x self-destruct reader hcs😌 I mean, she knows she's hurting herself but she doesn't care? doesn't sleep (and even if she does, she goes to bed very late and then gets up very late, so she's usually restless, tired and barely alive/ barely in touch with reality), barely eats (and even if she eats little , I drink too much energy drinks and takes tranquilizer pills), probably does sh and takes drugs (cigarettes, alcohol and drugs) and it all makes her look practically zombie but she likes this lifestyle?

cw: self harm, alcoholic tendencies, drugs, slight ED, toxic relationship, tons of angst, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD.

bill kaulitz x self-destruct reader

• when you two first met, it was at a party and you guys ended up sleeping together that night. you fell asleep right after so he ended up staying the night at your hotel room.

• when you woke up in the morning, you brushed your teeth and then went over to your drawer to get on new clothes when you felt hands on your hips.

• you turned around to see bill smiling at you. "Sooo, how long do I have to wait before I can ask you out on a date, hmm?" you rolled your eyes and pushed his hands away.

• "Uhmm, never? You don't wanna have to deal with my shit." you said as you pulled your jeans up.

• "Oh come on, everybody has shit."

• "Not like me. So, you should just go." you pulled on your shirt and turned back to him. He was just staring at you, smiling for God-knows-what. you had to admit, he looked amazing. he only had his boxers on, and he looked great shirtless.

• "I'll get you one day, y/n y/l/n." he smiled at you and pulled on his clothes. you rolled your eyes as he kissed you on the forehead and left.

• then you two met again at a music festival and that's when you finally decides to give him a chance after the hours of flirting he spent on you. you weren't scared though, you were sure he'd leave after he saw what you were really like. and you had accepted that.

That was a couple weeks ago. Bill became very aware of the "shit" you were talking about pretty quickly.

• whenever you were at a party with bill you'd always drink too much to the point where you couldn't see straight and your head was pounding like no tomorrow. Bill would take you back to your hotel room and lay you down on your bed and tuck you in. Then he'd sit with you until you finally fell asleep since he knew you'd just stay awake if he didnt.

• one night, you were completely wasted and he had to carry you back to your hotel. again.

"Mmm... Billy I want you soooo bad. pretty pleaaaasee?" you whispered in his ear, giggling and pouting as he unlocked your door and dragged you inside.

"You're drunk. That's not happening, okay?" He said, setting you down on your bed and beginning to wipe your makeup off.

"But Billy..." You'd whine and pout, while he'd just sit there and comb through your hair till you fell fast asleep.

"Goodnight, Schatzi." He'd whisper to you and place a kiss on your forehead.

• you'd also get angry a lot. you were in your hotel room, bawling your eyes out on the bathroom floor. It was 11 PM. your wrists were bleeding a bit from you scratching at them for so long, and your cheeks were bright red from the crying.

• you just wanted to sit there forever and wallow in your own self pity when you heard the door to your hotel open.

"Y/n! You in here?" Bill yelled to you, as you did your best to stand up and wipe your tears away. You gazed at your eyes in the mirror and there were streaks of mascara running down your face. You wiped them off your cheeks and opened the bathroom door to greet him.

"Hey! What're you doing here?" He turned around to see you but you saw his face drop.

"Are you okay? Were you crying in there?" He pointed to the bathroom. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you closed the door. You pushed the inner part of your arms against yourself so he didn't notice.

"What? God no, I'm just tired. You should probably go." You said as you walked past him and started to change your clothes. He walked over to you and slightly grabbed your chin with his hand. He tilted his head at you and ran his fingers through your hair.

"Come on, just tell me what's wrong." You slapped his hand away and pulled on some shorts.

"I said I'm just fucking tired! Will you back the fuck off?!" You pushed him away and went to grab a new shirt to sleep him. He was bringing up emotions you didn't want to feel. You wiped away a couple tears when you felt his arms wrap around you. He placed some kisses on your shoulders and rubbed his cheek against you.

"I'm here for you, okay? Let me help you.." You could feel anger boiling up inside you. Your eye twitched. He's acting like you needed to be fixed or something. Why would he say shit like this?! You turned yourself around and pushed your hands against his shoulders trying to push his away.

"Can you get the fuck off of me! I don't need your fucking with anything just get the fuck away!" you yelled at him, tears pouring down your cheeks now. You slammed your hand against his shoulder trying to push him away.

"You don't need to push me away, y/n! It's okay!" He wrapped his arms tightly around you as more and more tears came flooding from you.

Your finger nails dug into his shoulders, harder and harder with every word. You could see him wincing in pain but he only hugged you tighter. Why would he want this?

• you hated that he stayed around. you didn't understand why he'd wanna be with someone like you? you set yourself on a path of destruction and ruined everything in your path, why would he take his chances like this?

• you were laying down in your bed when bill came around again. like before, tears were running down your cheeks and mascara was wiped all over your face but you were just laying there. not feeling anything. you had taken a couple different kinds of drugs so you were basically emotionless at this point.

• when bill walked in, he dropped everything and ran to your aid. he sat on the bed and cupped your cheek in his hand to make you look up at him.

• when you turned over at him, he couldn't see anything in your eyes. nothing. all you could remember is how sad you looked.

• he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed your shoulders.

"do you want me to stay?" He asked, brushing your hair off of your face and pulling you closer to his body.

you just nodded and laid down against the pillows as bill whispered sweet nothings in your ear and rubbed your sides with his hands.

• it was about a month into your relationship when bill realized how little you ate.

• at first, he just thought you didn't eat breakfast but over time he noticed you didn't really eat anything unless you were offered something.

• bill also took notice when all you ate was slim jims and energy drinks. Thats when he started bringing you food.

• in the mornings, he'd come in with breakfast and give you a little kiss on the forehead. "Wakey, wakey, baby." He'd say to you and place a bunch of little kisses on your face until you wake up.

"Mmm...what are you doing here?" You said to him groggily, wiping your eyes.

"I brought you breakfast. Come on, geeet up." He'd lift you up by your arms and place the food in front of you, then he'd sit down next to you and wrap his arms around you to make sure you're eating.

"I'm not hungry, Bill." You'd say to him, resting your cheek on his arm.

"Too bad, eat up." He would take your fork and cut into your waffle and place it in front of your mouth until you opened up to eat it.

You eventually would give up and just start eating.

"Why are you doing all of this? I'm just a burden, y'know?" You say to him with your mouth full and your eyes looking up at him all cute and widened.

" 'cause I like you. And I think you're cute." You rolled your eyes and continued eating but bill would have a big, fat smile on his face.

• during the day you'd be like a zombie. your eyes would be dull and half open. Big, dark circles under your eyes and you wouldn't do much. But bill didn't mind. He would lay down with you on the couch and give you massages and kisses on your temples to relax you.

• when bill found out that you hurt yourself, he kissed up and down your body for hours. Whether it was your arms or your thighs, he'd be kissing it. He told you how much he loved you and didn't want you to hurt yourself.

• he didn't want you to feel pressured about talking about your feelings but once you did he would just hold you and listen to you talk, getting everything out. and he would never judge you for anything.

• you told him that you'd stop hurting yourself and you did. for a few days. But that changed once you got away from bill for a little while and you got high at a club.

Bill wanted the best for you but you werent good for him. You knew that, you tried to change yourself for him because you loved him so much. But in the process of being with you, he got hurt too much. You tried to tell him, but he couldn't help but love you. In his eyes, you were perfect.

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[mommieswithmuscles]

Sub!Abby x Dom!Reader

Free Palestine, don't support Neil

No Minors and No Men

CW: Slight!intox but both reader and Abby are coherent and consenting, loser!Abby, soft!reader, bar scene with mentions of violence, strap use, fingering, oral, not quite edging but it could be read that way, aftercare

Title: May I Take You For A Second Date?

You show up late to the bar your Bumble date suggested after getting lost in the new city. You look over and around the obnoxious crowd before spotting her sat at the counter. You're starstruck. She's even more beautiful in person.

"Two margaritas please." You startle Abby. "Sorry to keep you waiting, pretty girl. Big city." Her cheeks flush before she turns her attention back to the football game on the big screen. "Which team is yours?"

"Neither really. It grabbed my attention because of those guys." She nods to the obnoxious crowd you had to barge through on the way in.

"Why don't I take your attention now, lovely?" She turns to face you as your drinks are placed on the counter. You slide one over to her. "I don't drink much. I'm only going to have this," you take a long sip of your drink.

"Me neither. A bar seemed good in theory, but I've honestly only been on a few dates." You watch her throat swallow her drink nervously. Seems she needs the liquid courage.

"Why don't I take you out for a meal?" It's past 11 pm, no restaurants will be open.

"I could be down for that if tonight goes well." That sweet blush hasn't left her face. You smile as your hand slides down her forearm and settles on her bicep.

"Your muscles are bigger in person." You admire the black button up hugging her. The buttons are stretched to their last threads.

"You're more flirty in person. I'm not really used to this amount of attention."

"Expect a lot more." You both look over to the crowd of people once the game ends. You both only know because a few of the guys who have clearly had too much to drink start at it. You pat Abby's thigh, signalling her to stand and leave with you before you're both caught in the sloshed cross fire.

"I walked. Do you want to come back to mine?" You look at her fidgeting hands, closing your fingers around them.

"It's chilly tonight, and I don't live that far. I'll take you to mine. We can go to yours next time." You kiss her knuckles before leading her over to your truck. "How much did you drink before I got here?" You open the door for her, holding your hand out so she can hoist herself in.

"I didn't. I actually showed up late myself." You hand her the lap piece of the belt before asking her if her legs were clear of the door. Once safe, you close it.

You hop in your side, start up the engine, then put the heater on a low stream of air. Your hand rests on the stick. "Normally I would offer to hold your thigh, but as you can see, that wouldn't really be possible tonight. Can I pick you up in my Mercedes next time?" Her eyes widen.

"I- Yeah, you- Mhm- I don't mind, really." She shifts in her seat as you back out of the parking space and drive home.

-

She takes note of your Ring doorbell, and the clack of something on the assuming hard wood floors as your key struggles in the lock. Once you enter, you're greeted by your pitbull. She has white fur with some tan spots, and a bright pink nose. "Abby, this is Candy. Candy, introduce yourself." A single bark is heard, followed by her big teethy, drooly smile. Abby follows you in after Candy stays sat.

"She's very well trained." Candy leaves her spot once the door is locked.

"She can see me on this," you pointed at the camera feed screen on her inside of the door. "If I'm not coming to the door, she will attack."

"You saying this is my only chance to impress you?" Abby's feet shuffle out of her boots after you kick off your shoes on the mat against the wall.

"No. You commented on her training, I gave you more details about it." You take her hand in yours as you bring her towards your kitchen. "When was the last time you ate? And would you like anything to drink? I've got orange juice, Sprite, Baja Blast, water, and pomegranate cherry juice."

Her nerves start to settle a bit. You watch her physically relax a bit, shoulders not so tense and relieving some of her buttons. Her jeans also look more comfortable. "Are you pregaming my sex energy?" She laughs nervously, some of the tension coming back.

"I'm being a host, sweetheart. We've only been talking for a couple months. I won't press or rush anything you don't want. I may guide, but you're always allowed to decline. If at any point you decide you want to go home, I will pay for your ride so you don't feel stranded here or with me." You watch Candy come up to Abby and sit on the pillow next to her stool.

You pull a bag of sausage you cooked this morning from the fridge and put it in her bowl. Candy waits for you to stand straight again before eating. "Is it too early to say you're the best date I've ever had?"

"Is it reassuring to say you're the first date I've had the chance to host?" A smile creeps up Abby's lips.

"It is, yes." You take Candy's bowl once she taps it twice to signal she's finished eating. You tuck it back in the space on your side of the island counter you got it from.

"Now, can I get you anything before I invite you to my bed?"

-

Nothing's rushed as you both take the time to learn each other on your blood red sheets. The black comforter hides your bodies in the dim lamp light. Lips lightly smacking as each breath is shared.

Each touch is curated with gentle care, and light exploration. You take the time to memorize what caresses and where make her react. Her hands are just as soft, squeezing and holding you as you drive her insane. You haven't touched her breasts nor vagina yet, and she's twitching and quivering like she's on the brink. Her breaths are gasps and short, legs shaking slightly, and fingers tickling you from their sporadic movements.

"May I?" You lift the comforter a bit, hand resting on her chest above her breasts. Abby nods, saying she doesn't mind. You learn her breasts as you did the rest of her. Her own hands travel up your ribs before you guide one higher. Hers knead at yours as you slowly move to hover over her, making sure she has ample time to stop you.

She doesn't. Abby lets go of your breasts to play with your hair as you dip lower down her body. You look up at her before asking for permission to touch her intimately again. "I like being eaten out," she whispers. You leave a kiss on her navel before kissing each of her thighs.

"If you need to stop, say so. You're in control." You watch her as your face dips into her heat. She smells as good as she tastes. You lap slowly, exploring her with your tongue before diving in. You want her to feel like a girl. Not a fuck, not a one time fling, a woman. You tease Abby's clit with your teeth and she giggles, her hand flying over her mouth. You reach up and take that hand in yours, squeezing over her mid section. "Don't hide your pretty face Abs, let me see you." Her eyes are doey as she looks down at you.

"Can you come up for a moment?" Her thighs are buzzing around your head. You crawl back up her body, hand still clasped with hers.

"What do you need?" Abby kisses you. You kiss her back tenderly.

"Finger me?" Her cheeks are that adorable black cherry red you adore.

"Do you want me to look, or feel?" Your hand slides down her hip, drawing circles in the firm muscle.

"Just feel? I really want to kiss you," she pleads.

"Anything you need baby." You explore her like she's a treasure. Again, you listen for every noise, feel for every twitch. You swallow every gasp and pant. You know you find her spot when her hips buck, and her teeth sink into your lip. You keep the stimulation there, drawing figure eights on her clit.

When Abby cums, your wrist is locked between her thighs and her voice is strained. Gasps fan your lips and chin she comes down. Your lips pepper her neck, leaving kind words against the sweat shined skin. Her hand comes down to bring you out of her so you know you're not being too sudden. "May I?" You bring your fingers to your lips. She nods, rubs her face against the pillow before watching you clean up.

"Are we done?" You leave the choice for Abby.

"Do you want to be?" Her voice is quiet.

"I have one more thing. I don't mind how it goes." You retrieve your strapon from the bathroom. You cleaned it before you left so it would be ready for use. You offer it to her.

"You've taken the lead all night, why not keep it?" Her eyes are wide and her lips pouted.

"Because this is about you tonight, Abby." Her breath shakes as she presses the harness back into your hands.

"Be gentle?"

"I promise." You reassure her. Once buckled and secure, you generously lube the dildo and her hole. She's still open and fluttery when you use two fingers to check her out.

Abby's hand comes down to guide you in. You're slow, only moving when she moves you. You feel her adjust and how she uses her palms to keep your hips where she needs them. Her nails dig into your ass as she gets accustomed to the new full feeling.

When you bottom out her legs come to wrap around you. Her ankles lock on your upper thighs as you stay still. Your lips travel along her face. Each freckle is met with a sweet kiss. The feeling of your lips makes her nose scrunch. You smile against her salty skin.

She starts by rolling her hips. Abby takes her time to get you moving before letting you have control again. You stay the way she set. You don't want to overwhelm or overstimulate her. You want her to feel good.

Her moans are for your ears only as your head tucks into her cheek. Her arms grasp your shoulders as your nose embraces hers. When you look into her cerulean eyes, the energy changes. That feeling when you find a missing disk to an empty case, or remembering an old song you would play in every car ride. Her lips against yours feel like lighting a sparkler.

She cums on the strap. You slow down to help her ride it out. "Did you feel good princess?" You push the fly aways away from her face.

"I did," she nods. You wait for her to guide you out before dashing to the bathroom.

You ditch the toy in the bathtub, running warm water in the sink to dampen a washcloth. You return to Abby timely, cleaning her with care. You make sure all the slick is removed from her curls before moving onto her thighs. "You're welcome to shower if you want one," you offer.

"Can we in the morning? Want to sleep with you." Her voice is edging on the whininess of tired. You toss the rag in the hamper, cuddling into her embrace.

You grab the remote from your bedside table, clicking the power on to the dog door in your bedroom.

-

Sometime during the night Candy climbed into bed with you. You wake up to her boxy head on your duvet covered hip, and Abby's large hand resting on her side.

[its-in-the-woods]

Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 6

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning:  As always minor get out.  Little angst, lots of fluff, handholding,kissing, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

I think I may have an ending now. Posts will continue to be 2-3k long. Every other day more than likely. The whole fic will be around 30k words.

Thank you all again and again for taking the time to read the stories I put out.

***

Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing, your head is a little fuzzy but not nearly as bad as you’d experienced. Opening your eyes you flip the phone over to see it’s nearly twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Blinking a few times you make yourself sit up in bed flipping your phone on to see a deluge of text messages. Groaning you turn your phone off and stretch. Before any messages were answered you need coffee and maybe a shower. 

Showered and suitably caffeinated you finally flip open the text messages. 

Trevor: 

9 am: So what happened?

9:1 5:Hello?

9:30: Look do I need to call the police?

10:30: It’s been hours….

10:32: You never texted me when you got home

11:01: Okay it’s after eleven. You never sleep in. 

12:45: I am coming over in thirty minutes if I don’t hear from you. 

You reply:

I am fine, I just got home super late. I hope you’re not coming over

Trevor:

You scared me! 

Why didn’t you text me back?

How late were you out

Wait did you go back to his place?????

You groan squeezing your eyes close and drinking a healthy swig of coffee.

You: 

We went for sushi, then went down to the beach. 

Trevor:

That’s all you're giving me! What kinda 1950s dating scene is this?

You chuckle replying:

We stayed at the beach until 3 am. 

Trevor: Wait did you have sex on the beach

You:

TREVOR! 

Trevor:

It’s an important question. Don’t want to find out on the gossip train.

You:

why can’t I have nice things TREVOR. No there was no sex in PUBLIC, we kissed and held hands. Can I not do that????

Trevor: Are you secretly asexual? There is nothing wrong with that. I think it’s romantic. 

You:

I am going to become asexual if it means you stop asking me these questions. 

You could almost hear him laughing at you. 

Trevor:

You like it! 

You snorted and switched messages.

Walton: 

10 am: Hey beautiful, wanted to check in. See how you’re doing this morning. 

11 am: I was wondering about maybe going out to bar a city over next Friday? 

11:10 am: Promise I am not trying to kidnap you.

12:20 pm:  Thought you never slept in?

You:

Hey handsome, sorry I actually slept in. Kept me out past my bedtime.

I would love to go out with you next Friday, fingers crossed they don’t keep us late

You set your phone down, pondering if you still trusted the milk in the fridge to make pancakes. Getting up you get a refill of coffee, phone buzzing. 

Walton: 

If they do we can always go out saturday? Can’t be keeping you up so late. Got make sure you can keep up with this old man. 

You:

Oh I am sure I can keep up with you 😉

Walton:

Careful little lady, I might have to come by and test that theory.

Your face goes bright red and that heat coils low in your belly. 

You: Promises, promises, 

Walton:

If I didn’t have a zoom meeting in ten minutes 😠

You:

Maybe next Friday. 

You’re not sure why you’ve become a tease, but you’re enjoying winding him up. 

Walton:

Monday will be more like it.

You:

😜 Your trailer or mine.

Walton: 

Yours just so Trevor will stop texting me.

You let out a laugh, seemed like Trevor was also enjoying winding him up. You spend the rest of the day chatting with both of them. Sunday is a bit quieter, more zoom calls for Walt and Trevor had gone to Decon’s. 

*** Monday goes by in a blur, Walton keeps his hands to himself when others are around. But it doesn’t stop him from following you behind the food tent to steal kisses. You are now sporting a permanent flush and some of your co-workers are raising eyebrows. You are ever grateful that Trevor has kept his mouth shut. Liz is as pissy as ever but seems to be letting it lay. Katie has slowly warmed up to you again, why you weren’t sure. 

The rest of the week is pretty similar. Early mornings bleed into later evenings, the endless weeks have worn on you. Then Walton slides into your chair with his latest story and you feel like a weight is lifted off of you. The man once more touches you gently and gives you lingering cheek kisses as he goes over to set or costumes.   

Friday night rolls around and it’s going to be a long one. You fiddle with a few of your brushes when the door opens quickly. 

“We are being released. There was a fire on stage, and it looks like we are out at least until Monday,” Liz rolls in looking flustered, her normal perfect facade gone. She looks haggard and frazzled. 

“There was a fire on set?” You ask sitting up and feeling much more awake. Panic shoots down the back of your neck.

“Yep, green sparky left a light on too close to set.” Liz sat in the chair grabbing cleaner. You had stayed in the trailer to start tucking things away as Walton was off-screen for the first three setups. You are out the door before she has time to say more. You stop at costumes knocking at the door. 

Rebeccas opens it and looks down at you, she looks flustered but still has a smile on. “Hey, I am guessing you heard about the fire?”

“Yes, I did,” You say trying not to sound panicked, even though your mind is racing. The thought of him being hurt makes you nauseous. “Umm -is.”

Rebecca looks into the trailer, “Walt. You almost done in there?” There is a bunch of commotion going on in the trailer, with people moving back and forth, and different actors in various stages of undress.

You looked at her puzzled at how she knew you were looking for him. 

Rebecca turns back to you, “He never shuts up about you, so figured that’s why you are here,” She replies, and you immediately feel flustered, clearly rumors are moving again. 

“Oh- umm- Yeah. I just wanted to make sure he was okay.”

Walton pops his head above Rebecca his fingers nimbly button up his shirt. “Be right out.”

You blush and look away, “Sorry, I should probably go.”

Rebeca waved her hand at you, “Your secret is safe with me,” she winked. You wonder not for the first time if you were the only one who was never included in the rumor mill. 

Walton pops down the stairs, and has on grey button-up sleeves rolled up, navy wash jeans. He tilts his head when he looks at you. You let out a sigh seeing him unscathed. 

“You okay?” He asks, his hand touching your shoulder. You nod your head, turning to walk back towards the makeup trailer. You really don’t want to make a scene right now, there were way too many eyes on you both right now. 

“I know I said we should go to the bar tonight,” Walton says, his fingers brushing against yours. You try not to grab his hands, just to know he is still there. “But maybe we should get take out at my place?”

You get to the trailer, unable to stop looking around. He looks right at you, the way he could focus on you was both flattering and unnerving. Especially as you are trying to keep things under wraps. 

“Have to stop and grab a few things first.” You say trying to keep your voice from carrying. “Have you pick me up again?”

He smiles, “I would pick you up any day.”

You are bright red, as you open the door and follow the man into the trailer. 

***

A large paper bag of Chinese food was acquired, along with a couple of bottles of wine. You both devest at the door, slipping off your shoes, and placing the wine on the counter. You watch him move around the kitchen. Practice ease, you watch his muscles move under his shirt. You were tired as anything but being in his kitchen, waiting to eat greasy Chinese food couldn’t have been more perfect. 

You grab plates from him, laying out the smorgasbord board of different food. The two of you scooped a little of everything, before sitting down at the table and pouring some wine. 

“I feel like I should apologize for having you over instead of going out somewhere,” Walton says taking a sip of wine. “I don’t want you to think I am taking advantage of you being here.”

You chuckle, “Don’t know what you mean Mr. Goggins. I thought you invited me to your place to play some chess and listen to swing jazz.”

Walton nearly loses his food at the comment, his hand covering his mouth. “Swing jazz? How old do you think I am?”

“Oh you got to be at least in your seventies,” You tease back taking a bite out of your spring roll. 

Walton coughs, “I didn’t realize you where into grandfathers.”

You choke a little, “Well to be fair,” You wave your hand, “I am usually good with trying anything once.” 

Walton sips on his wine eyebrows raised, “Anything?”

You nod your head, a smile spreading across your face. “Can’t say I don’t like it unless I try it.”

He puts his glass down, watching you carefully as you finish your cup. “I could make some coffee while we clean up.”

You grab his plate stacking it with your own as he grabs the glasses. You two make it over to the kitchen, there is tension in the air as you clean things up. He grabs a French press out of the cupboards aswell as some coffee and cups.

You slide over to the counter and sit on top of it. Feet kicking back and forth as you watch the man ready things.  Flicking the kettle on to heat the water. He comes over and moves himself in between your legs.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He whispers, placing hands on either side of your hips. Face inches from you.

You wrap your hands lazily over his shoulders, opening your legs to let him in closer. 

“No, you haven't today.” You lean in to kiss him, kissing him will never get old.

“You are stunning.” He whispers against your ear. Sending shivers down your spine. The kettle clicks and he's moving away from you. You watch him pour grinds and then water into the press. 

“Why did you wait so long to ask?” You inquire, moving your feet back and forth. Letting yourself briefly wonder if maybe the question was too forward.  

He turned to look at you, bottom lip caught in his teeth. “Umm-”  

Leaving the coffee he came over to you. Cheeks slightly pink, he tucked his hair behind his ear. 

“I - ahh. I didn't think you'd want to go out with me.” 

Your mouth falls open, “Are you serious?”

He shrugs, fingers fiddling with the outer seam of your jeans. You take his hand in yours using the moment to drag him back between your legs. Once he is there, you tip Walton’s head up to look right at you.

“You're so dumb,” You grin leaning in to kiss him. He chuckles and leans into the kiss, strong arms wrapping around you. “I am also dumb, 'cause I thought the same thing about you.”

Walton pulls back looking at you, eyebrows scrunched. “Didn't you just call me dumb? Seems like we both may have missed the sign somewhere along the way.”

You grin one hand finding its way to rub along his jawline. “Took us long enough.”

He smiled, “Trevor is never going to let us live this down.”

You let out a groan, “He is beyond impossible. I am gonna have a small textbook of text messages.”

Walton’s eyes glint, and he pulls his phone out. “Why don't we give him an update.”

You can't help but laugh, “Oh absolutely!” 

Walton flips his phone on turning on the camera he flips it to the two of you. You lean in and kiss him deeply as he clicks the button. The phone is placed on the counter as you wrap your legs around his waist. You pull out a deep moan that rumbles out of his chest when you bite at his bottom lip. It doesn't stop you from pushing your tongue in. Rocking your hips a little, the room feels hot. 

Walton pulls away, breathless, “If you keep doing that, I am liable to forget about our coffee.”

You let out a sigh, “I suppose a little coffee couldn't won't hurt.” You unwrap yourself from him. 

He moves down the counter as you slide off it. He mixes your coffee just the way you like it, handing you the cup as he fixes his own. You wait, watching him work, he turns and gestures toward the living room. You make your way over to the couch.  

Folding yourself up on the end of the sofa, tucking one leg underneath the other. You sip on the coffee, it is delicious and beats any store bought. Walton comes over and sits beside you, taking a long sip of his drink. Looking out the windows you can see part of downtown and the north shore. The lights still dazzling, as the evening wore on. 

“I know, before, I said I wasn’t sure you would want to go out with me,” He said looking out at the window as he spoke. “I tried, unsuccessfully to give you space. But the further I got away the more I missed being near you. Then when we went out for sushi, it all just kinda clicked. This isn’t conventional.” He gestures between the two of you. You hold your cup listening intently. 

“I am, ahh, older than you. And my life is not exactly straightforward. I don’t take relationships lightly, not that this is that. Or.” You can’t suppress the smile as he tries to explain himself. “I am terrible at this. I don’t want to move too fast, but also. I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

You put your cup down, and gesture for him to come closer. He places his cup down beside yours and moves over. Patting your lap, he slips down and lays his head on your lap. You run your hands through his hair, his eyes close and he hums softly against your legs. 

“I can’t tell you what's going to happen,” You say softly, “I am also not good at this, but I am willing to try. However fast or slow you want to go. As for the age thing, I don’t care, it’s never bothered me.” 

Walton’s breath slows and his hand slips under your thigh holding you close. You sit there a while longer, letting him just relax against you. Again you are struck by how simple it is, to just sit here with a warm cup of coffee and the city lights. You could get used to weekends like this. But as always he is moving sitting up and smoothing out his hair, grabbing his cup of coffee and taking a sip. 

“Would you like to come to bed with me?” He asks, you turn away from the lights. His eyes fixed on you, not hungry but curious. 

“I would like that a lot,” You say licking your lips and heart pounding in your chest. 

Walton stands up offering you a hand, which you take, pulling yourself to your feet. The coffee is left on the table as you follow him. Fingers laced together like they are two puzzle pieces. You pass by the guest room and there is a door at the end of the hallway. He opens it and you walk into the large room. There are floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the sea, a large king-sized bed on a wooden platform. The room is sparse, with two side tables with lamps. A large walk-in closet to your left along with a bathroom beside it. You wonder for a moment how often he has brought others back here. The thought lingers in the back of your mind as you wander over to sit on the edge of the bed. Walton has disappeared into the bathroom.

“I think I have another toothbrush in here,” He calls out, poking his head around the corner. 

You smile and move towards him, “I thought you wanted to take things slow?”

He’s blushing again and handing you the unopened toothbrush, “I–I umm. Just figure I’d offer.” 

You move into the bathroom grabbing some toothpaste off the counter and leaning against it, “I appreciate it, besides don’t want to have coffee breath. Would you happen to have makeup wipes?”

Walton thinks for a moment before he scoots you out of the way, as you brush your teeth. He pops up with a bottle of cleanser and a fresh hand towel. “I knew I had it here somewhere.”

You grin and thank him, he brushes his teeth before disappearing again. You take the moment to clean off your face and neck. Looking into the mirror you got a permanent smile on your face. Letting out a happy sigh you finish up, telling yourself not to put the cart in front of the horses. You walk out and Walton is standing there shirtless, blinds drawn. He slips into a grey cotton t-shirt, that you currently hate, and black sweatpants. Sensing you staring he turns around to see you. 

Chapter seven

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[sunlight-fics]

Stars

•Andrew Hozier X reader

-Warnings: none, fluff and Andrew think you’re trying to kill him.

~Enjoy!~

You and Andrew have been engaged for a while now and you love every second of your life with him. From watching him perform at festivals or just baking together in the kitchen of the house both of you own. He was on tour in United States and with you being from the states you decided to go along with him. One of the shows was not far way from your parents house and your hometown. You talked to your parents before had about staying just for the night and they weren’t reluctant to let y’all in. The day had gone great and the concert was even better. It was around 11 pm when everyone said goodnight and when to their own rooms. You and Andrew shared your old room together, while laying in your oversized childhood bed you started thinking about how your father would take you out each morning to the country to see the stars. “Hey Andy?” You said while rolling over to look at him. “Yea?” His thick Irish accent made your heart flutter. “I was thinking. Me and my dad always used to go out to the country and stargaze or just drive. There are some really beautiful things out there. Would you like if I took you tomorrow morning?” He opened his eyes and looked at you smiling. “Sure. I would love to, honey.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “Oh awesome! It will be a little early, but it’s definitely worth it.” You could help but smile. “I’m sure it will be worth it, darling.” He buried his head the crease of your neck and whispers “I’ll see you in the morning, my love. I’m excited.” You felt his breathing on you neck and as he said that you couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll see you in the morning.” You whispered back at him. You set your alarm and went straight to sleep. The alarm woke you up at exactly 5 AM. You gently rubbed Andrew’s back trying to gently wake him up. After a good couple of minutes he finally woke up, y’all got dressed and ready of the day. While you were waiting on Andrew to get dressed (because he was having an outfit crisis) you made and pour you both coffee. Finally he settled on just sweatpants and the sweater you bought him. Handing him a cup of coffee, the both of y’all left the house quietly. Getting the car he rented you in the drivers seat and him in the passengers, y’all headed off into the woods. While driving you connected your phone to the car stereo, you decided to turn on some of Noah Kahan’s music instead of torturing him with his own music. Y’all were getting deeper and deeper into the woods, he turns a looks at you. “Do you have a plan to kill me?” He ask with a grin. “Hell no! Why would I?!” You responded a little confused. “I guess watch that horror film last night got me edge…” He said in responses. “Well I promise I’m not going to kill you.” After a while of driving and singing long with the song she pulled over to a little trail, you parked the car and they both got out. “Look up, love.” He looked up at the sky, the full moon also setting and the stars bright than ever. The music in the car was still playing, this time it was one of his song and your personal favorite song of his ‘Abstract (Psychopomp)’. “The earth from a distance, see how it shines~” Andrew laughed at his own lyrics, “The earth does indeed shine, well technically the solar system shines.” You looked away from the sky and looked at him, his eyes glistening with the stars light. He was everything to her. “It does really shine.” She wasn’t even paying attention to the stars now, she was only paying attention to him. “I love you, Hoziy” You sipped your hand into his pocket and held his hand, and rested your head on his shoulder. “I love you too, my star.”

Note: Tysm for reading!!!!!

[lowkeyremi]

I'm home (Sakusa x inferred blackfem!reader)

Content: Reader studies abroad in america and has finally come home to see her volleyball bf <33

thank u for almost 400 followers, honestly i have no idea why u guys follow me lmaoo

No cw just fluff

"Are you sure he misses me?" Those pretty acrylics you got done before leaving the states tapped your phone as it was pressed up against your ear. 

"How many times are you gonna ask? He's your boyfriend, so you of all people should know he misses you. Badly. It's always "I wish she were here", or "(x) more months until she's home." He's always talking about you." Motoya scolds over the phone, you're standing by the baggage claim waiting for your suitcase to appear on the conveyor belt.

"Don't give me that attitude, you're his cousin, which was why I was asking." You push a braid behind your ear, wearing a protective style is important especially for traveling. You don't have the time to put up with your hair. 

"Sorry, sorry. Anyway, are you stopping by Osaka first or what?" His voice is filled with pure curiosity. A groan escapes your throat. How long does it take for one suitcase to come out? You should have checked it in as a carry-on. 

"Well I'm closer to Tokyo so I wanna head there first. I'm gonna surprise Kiyo." The jet lag is finally starting to hit you, it's about 11:30ish pm in Tokyo while back home it's 10:30ish am. 

"Alright, make sure to come visit me and Suna though, actually how long did you say you were staying? We play the jackals next week. Maybe we can all get together!" He seems very excited, it's evident in his voice. 

"I'll be here for the next month and a half. I'm so fucking tired." He chuckles, "it might take a night or two, you've been in the states so long." 

"Yeah, I was gonna get a rental but I might just uber to Kiyo's apartment." Motoya hears you yawn. 

"E-excuse me, are you tourist?" A woman asks you in broken english. 

"It's better if you rest then see Kiyoomi tomorr-"

"I'll call you back, Toya." He tries to say something but you're already pressing the red decline button. 

"No, I'm just here visiting family. I'm studying abroad in the states." You answer back in english. The lady stares at you as if she's trying to understand what you just said. 

You repeat your sentence in japanese and she replies meekly, "I'm sorry, I just assumed you were american because of your skin. I just wanted to say it's super pretty." She smiles at you shyly.

"Well you wouldn't be too far off, I'm half american. Also thank you, you're so sweet." She nods and walks off to get her suitcase.

"Finally! My suitcase." A few people stare at you, when they see you jump up in triumph, they musn’t understand your impacience. 

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"Where to?"  The cab driver asks. He seems pretty fed up and his cab smells of cigarettes. 

"Let me pull up the address really quickly, I'm sorry." He sighs impatiently while you hurry to type in your password to find Kiyoomi's address in the messages shared between you two. 

"Okay, it's xxxxxxxxx." The man nods. The slow hum of the cab let’s you know that he’s began driving and your eyes close. Secretly you hope to get a little rest, not that it would help much. The man hits the gas and you jerk forward, luckily your seat belt keeps you from hitting the passenger seat's head restraint. 

"Sorry 'bout that." There’s a tinge of sarcasm laced within his voice and it holds no real empathy. Instinctively your eyes roll. Why do people have to make other people’s day bad just because their day was bad? He's definitely not getting a good review from you. 

The drive was about thirty minutes with traffic being slow at such late hours. The street lights of Tokyo make it hard to sleep, it’s so unnaturally bright.

Where you live now is nothing compared to the brightly lit streets of Tokyo. Sleep is no longer an option, those pretty eyes of yours trail certain restaurants and shops the cab drives by.

The cab driver hit the brake indicating that you’ve arrived at your destination. Within seconds he turns around to look you in your eyes, “cash or card?”

You don’t have much yen on you. Making a stop by an atm is your top priority for tomorrow. “Card, what’s my total?” 

He scratches his head. He best not make up a price on the spot, that’s super annoying. The total isn’t too bad, luckily. He definitely charged you more than he deserved though, yes it was timely but customer service was awful, if you could even call that customer service. 

Excitement was hot in your stomach as you stepped out of the yellow cab. The tokyo air felt so nice against your skin, it feels amazing to be back, even if only for a little while. Once you’ve collected your bags it was time to walk into the apartment building. 

The receptionist looks up to meet your eyes when he notices you. "Are you a new resident or are you visiting?" His voice is perfectly generated, you don’t quite remember him from last time, but he must have been working here awhile to nail that voice. 

"I'm visiting." You bite your glossed lip, the flavor of peach invades your mouth. It’s Kiyoomi’s favorite. Mainly because the first time he bought it for you, it was a last minute first date gift. Since then it’s stuck with both of you, he enjoys the way it tastes on his lips after you kiss him. 

"Alrighty, do you know which apartment you're visiting? I'll ring to let them know you're here. It is quite late after all." He says, glancing back at his computer. 

The plan is to surprise Kiyoomi.. you set your bag down on top of your suitcase. 

"Do you mind if I just go up? It's been a few months, and I want to surprise my boyfriend." The man stops for a second, "In that case go ahead, but let me tell you, many people come to surprise boyfriends or girlfriends and they end up breaking up because said s/o wasn't expecting them and was seeing their side piece."

You giggle, it's wrong to laugh at such a story but you know your Kiyoomi. He misses you so much, everyday when you facetime he whines about wanting to see you. 

"I thought that was only in very cringey romance movies but thanks for the heads up." He nods and sends you on your way. You make a mental note to get a new suitcase. Yours is ratty and the wheel is broken which means you must drag it everywhere. That is not convenient, especially when traveling a lot.

His apartment is on the fifth floor of the building. "Where's the key he gave me?" A groan escapes your lips. You really hope that excitement didn't override your rationality and that this key is somewhere in your purse. 

Frantically searching, it turns up under a bunch of other crap you don’t need. Without Kiyoomi to lecture about your messy purse it’s become a nightmare inside of it.  "Oh thank God, I can't ruin this."

Ding. It's finally time, excitement creeps up in your body. It's been about seven months since you've seen Kiyoomi in person. He came to the states for christmas to see you. 

With him being a pro athlete and you being a college student, it's hard to find time in your schedules to spend time with one another. Long distance relationships aren't the easiest and you missed him terribly. The thought of seeing him kept you busy while flying. Now.. now you're right in front of his door. 

With patience you slide the key into the lock and twist it the right way in order to open the door. 

You hear footsteps, Kiyoomi's lamp is on in his room. What's he still doing up? Doesn't he have practice later?

"Motoya, I fucking told you I'm not watching a movie with you when I have practice later-" Your boyfriend stops at the genkan when he sees you. 

All the anger in his face disappears and his face smooths out. Before you can even process what's happening, those long arms of your Kiyoomi are around you. You practically melt in his touch, becoming one with him.

“What are you doing here, baby? I- when did you land?” He asks all at once, his sweet breath right in your ear. He smells like vanilla and cinnamon, “God I missed the way you smell.” Is all you can say at the moment.

“I just landed like an hour ago, came to see my man before I go visit anyone else.” That chuckle of his warms your heart. He’s going to be the death of you, for sure. 

“I was just about to call you, it’s like 12pm in the states right?” He asks.

“Something like that. I love you so much.” It’s so random but true, you do love him. 

“I love you too, so so fucking much. I can’t tell you how desperate I was getting to see you.” He sighs. He leans back slightly to take in your face, you do the same. He’s so handsome and beautiful at the same time. 

You pull him by his collar to kiss those lips you love so much. Honestly you expected this kiss to be desperate but it was passionate and slow. He placed his hands on your face, they’re warm and inviting. You break the kiss and he smiles at you.

It reminds you of how much a grouch your boyfriend was when you had first met him. He was always frowning or pouting. He keeps telling you he doesn’t pout but you know what you saw. His hands don’t leave your face and hell if you mind. 

“I’m finally home.” You say with a small content sigh. It’s only for a month that you’ll be home, but soon enough you’ll graduate and get to live with him permanently. 

“Yes, my baby is finally home.”

[savannah733]

Birthday girl

(m.sturniolo x reader )

a/n: I got this great idea from my cat.and bc is my friends birthday tmr.😝 Save this for your birthday 😈

Summary: it was your birthday, you were turning 20 . And your bf Matt got your dream gift you were talking about for a long time now.

Warnings: none ig

Y/n | Matt | Nick | Chris

It was the night before your birthday before you turn 20, you laying beside Matt who looked like was trying so hard to stay awake but he wanted to say happy birthday to you first to let you know that your his for life. Even though the only person that could say happy birthday to you in the morning or night is his brother's, he always wants to be first for everything that is special for you. You checked the time on your phone it was 11:34 pm "Matt looked is already 11:34 pm, I'm so excited to turn 20 and I'm so happy that you're by my side" you said with a bright smile while Matt was looking down on you and placed a gentle kiss "I'm so happy that your turning 20 ml , and of course I'll be by your side is a special night" he said as we looked each other and blushed.

It was 5 mins before it was 12:00 you both waited with excitement especially you, after what felt like decades it was 12 am "Happy birthday y/n, I love you so much baby " he said as he kissed my lips which felt like the 100th time tonight, but you weren't complaining. " Thank you babe and I love you too" you said as you also placed a passion kiss on his lips . "You don't know what's coming tomorrow, your not ready " he said while smirking looking down at you "you know you don't have to do all this stuff right? I don't really need that much stuff anymore " "first of all you do and you deserve it , secondly go to bed your prob going to be tired " he said while adjusting himself to get comfortable to sleep "okay okay fine loverboy" you giggle while you were saying it as he just rolled his eyes.

It was 9:23 am and you didn't see Matt by your side so you decided to get out of bed and get ready for bed . You open you and Matt's closet and there was a sticky note stick on one of the hangers, you toke the sticky note and read what it said "hey pretty girl, come down stairs to the kitchen for your first present" you thought it was Matt that wrote it of course, so after you read the note you went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face, you got dressed, and just put some makeup. You went to the kitchen to see the three boys talking, nick immediately ran to you and hugged you and said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU " "Happy birthday y/n , wish all the best" "Hey baby , and happy birthday again I love you so much" all the boys greeted you and all said happy birthday to you. "Awh thank you guys " you said with a bright smile on your face, "okay now gogo Matt has lots of plans for you" he said while softly pushing you "oh okay" you said with a stunned face .

First you all went to your favourite place for breakfast, you all enjoyed breakfast which was so delicious, secondly you all went to a golf place. Even though you were pretty bad at golf Matt teaches you each step as he always does , After all that you guys went to a park that you and Matt meet and always go to , Before you step out of the car Matt closes your eyes with a blindfold and hold your hand to lead you to the way that they were going. After sometime Matt stopped holding your hand and removed the blindfold, after he removed your blindfold you saw a beautiful picnic which looked like the first ever date you guys did at this park " Matt this is beautiful and this looks very similar, did you do the planning like our first date?" "Yup , I hope you like it I worked really hard on this. And look Nick is here to take some photos of you " you looked over at nick who was holding his camera in his hands. "Matt this is too much I don't deserve this " you said, looking at him with a big smile on your face. He kissed you on your lips and said "y/n you deserve every bit of this and I really hope your enjoying this" he said with a very big smile , you gave him a big kiss on his cheek and you both blushed.

You guys toke some photos, and after you all went home to open your presents . "Guys thank you so much for today, I really appreciate it . " "Of course y/n you deserve it""mhm" . You all arrived at the triplets house, and started unwrapping your gifts. "Okay so this one is from Madi " you started opening it and saw a purse that you've been talking about almost your whole life how you've been wanting it "OMG is the purse that I've been wanting! , Nick can you say to Madi that I loved her gift?" You said with excitement "of course " you said thanks to his answer. You opened Nick's gift next, you saw a little box inside the bag and from that you knew it was some kind of jewellery. It was a necklace, a half heart one said of Nick "look!" You look at his neck revealing he had the same necklace as you but inside was your face in it , "that's so cute Nick, I love it so much!" You thank him . Next was Chris's gift , you were unwrapping the gift until you saw an apple watch inside, "as I broke your old one , I wanted to get you a new one as an apology" he said while smiling towards me "awh that's so sweet Chris thank you!" "Of course"

Last but not least it was Matt He blindfolded you again and told you to sit on the sofa, you were confused but you were fine with it . "Okay y/n you can remove your blindfold now!" You slowly remove it when you saw a grey little kitten on your lap "OMGOMG MATT STOPP IM GOING TO CRY" you said while happy tears were starting to fill up your eyes. "Is it a he or a she Matt?" You asked Matt while carrying the little Gray kitten "is actually a he" he said while coming over to you to sit beside you "hi baby you little cutie pie, your so cute" you said with a baby voice while the boys watches you. "Can I hold him?" Chris asked spreading out his two hands "No " you said while holding the kitten, giggling at the same time but after all you gave it to him "can I hold him afterwards?" At the end you guys just end up fighting over the kitten and just laughing.

Nick and Chris went up to their room to sleep , but you and Matt and the kitten obviously went to your guys shared room . You placed the kitten in his little bed that Matt bought for him , as you two lay on your guys bed. "Babe?" You said "yes ml?" He says laying beside you while trying to cuddle. "Thank you for everything you've done for me today Matt I really enjoyed it and I love you soo much" you said after placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I'll do anything for you y/n , anything. You deserve every little bit baby, and I'm really happy that you like my surprise" he said while looking at you and hugging you even tighter than before. "I love you " you said while blushing in his arms. "I love you too baby" he said while giving a kiss on my head.

Happy birthday baby.

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I love writing these shits 😣

[fireflykaizoku]

Kid x Reader | 8th Floor

let's pretend it's new year already 👀

It was your last New Year party with your friends from college, and one of your close friends, Killer, invited you to a party at his apartment. Many of your friends were going and the blonde was a nice guy, so of course, you couldn’t say “no”.

You were waiting for the elevator to arrive on the main floor, already late for the party, when someone you knew very well stood next to you holding two plastic bags. The tall figure, bright red hair and strong arms were hard to miss. 

Eustass Kid.

For some reason, both of you never got along and exchanged snarky remarks almost every day ever since you started college. And honestly, you had no interest in befriending him. Maybe it was his bad boy attitude and how he always had that stupid little smirk on his face. And to Kid, the way you challenged him was amusing but annoying at the same time.

— Hello, (Y/N). — he greeted you with that sarcastic tone. — What a pleasure to see you here.

— Sadly I can’t say the same, Eustass. — you rolled your eyes, tapping your foot and waiting for the elevator that was taking way too long. 

— Then do like I do, just lie.

Before you answered, the elevator finally arrived, and as you made your way towards it, Kid followed you.

— What are you doing? — you asked, pressing the number 11, Killer’s floor. 

He raised his nonexistent eyebrows.

— Going to Killer’s party at his place? — he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And honestly, it was. But you completely forgot someone like Killer could be friends with him.  — Maybe you spent the past couple of years so distracted focusing on me, that you forgot that he’s my best friend.

— You know, I’m going to ignore that. — the door closed and you crossed your arms.

It felt like a whole eternity, and being in such a small space with Kid was making it hard to breathe. You felt relief when you saw the number 7 on the display, and right on the 8th floor, the lights went out and the elevator stopped moving. It was almost completely dark if it wasn’t for the emergency lights.

Oh no.

— Are you kidding me?! — you both exclaimed at the same time, making you look at each other frowning. 

You took a deep breath to keep yourself calm.

— It’s temporary, it’s just temporary. — you repeated, closing your eyes.

— Of course it’s temporary! — he sat on the floor, just in case it took longer. — Or do you think we’ll spend the rest of our lives inside an elevator?

You softly kicked the redhead, making him grunt.

— It’d be my worst nightmare! — you said while placing your own bag on the floor. You checked your watch, it was already 11 PM.

It’d be alright, though. After all, the power would come back before midnight for sure. There’s nothing to worry about.

You and Kid were about to get your phones to text Killer, only to realize that there was no signal there. Great.

After five minutes of silence, still nothing.

Ten minutes later, no sign of the power coming back. You sat on the floor, trying to be as far as possible from the annoying redhead.

— I don’t bite. — the man broke the silence. — Of course, if you want to… — you interrupted him.

— I don’t! — you softly kicked him again, making his husky voice let out an “ouch”. — I can’t believe I’m stuck in here with the most annoying person I know.

Kid laughed. It wasn’t the best moment of his life, but it wasn’t that bad in his opinion. And after a peaceful moment of silence, Eustass broke it.

Again.

— Tell me, (Y/N)... Why do you hate me that much? — he asked, actually curious this time. — I don’t remember what happened between us.

You rested your head against the wall, trying to think back and find a reason why.

— I don’t hate you, Eustass. — you started. — You annoy me and I want to punch you sometimes, but I don’t hate you. I guess we… Just never tried to get along for some reason.

He hummed in response.

— What's that? Are you getting all sentimental because of the holidays? — you laughed. — What about you? Why do you hate me so much?

— I don’t hate you. — he widened his eyes and his voice sounded very sincere, different from his usual mocking tone. — I like annoying you and pushing your buttons because you look cute when you’re angry, that’s different.

You couldn’t help feeling your cheeks getting warmer at his sudden compliment. It was unusual and in a weird sentence, but it was still a compliment.

— Well… — you stuttered. — You need to find other hobbies then. You have too much free time.

The redhead laughed at your reaction right before looking at his cellphone to check the time and getting a can of beer out of the bag.  

11:30 PM.

Still nothing. You couldn’t even hear the sound outside, which made you assume everyone were in their own apartments, either waiting for the power to come back or just celebrating in the dark anyway.

— Do you think we’ll be able to arrive before midnight? — you asked, rubbing your arms feeling the temperature drop slowly. 

— I doubt it at this point. — the man placed the beer on the short space of the floor and removed his leather jacket, offering it to you. After being hesitant for a second, he sighed. — You’re going to be cold. Take it.

You took his jacket, a bit too large for you. But it was comfortable anyway. Seeing Kid drinking his beer, you shrugged and got your bottle of champagne, trying to open it. A hard task to do in the dark.

— Let me help you. — he gently took the bottle out of your hand and opened it easily. — Here.

— Thanks. — you took a sip of it, finding it very unusual to see all the kindness coming from him.

Both of you drank silently. It was odd not bickering with each other every five minutes, but maybe, being stuck in an elevator with Kid changed things between you two. It felt like you could tolerate each other for the first time.

Time was going slow, so you tried to start a conversation, asking about his resolutions for the next year, for his plans after college. And surprisingly, Kid was very interested to know about your plans as well, and what you’d do after the party.

The sound of fireworks and yelling coming from all the apartments made you both look at your phones, it was midnight.

You look at each other and for some reason, maybe because you two finally got along or maybe because the whole situation felt weird, you giggled.

— Here’s to a very weird New Year. — he raised his can.

You laughed.

— Happy New Year, Kid. — you raised your bottle.

Right away, the power was back. The light made your eyes hurt a little, and the elevator started finally moving. You both looked at each other in surprise and deep inside, there was a bit of disappointment. 

You were having a good time.

Both of you arrived on the 11th floor in silence, wondering if things would be back to normal after that night, or if things would change from now on.

— Hey… — he started, a bit hesitant as you made your way towards you friend's apartment. — Now that we know that we don’t hate each other… Do you mind if I take you home later tonight? I mean, because it's... Dangerous.

You couldn’t help feeling a weird feeling in your stomach. Not a bad one, it felt more like butterflies, which was too weird to you. 

— Okay. — was the only word that left your lips as you softly smiled.

When you arrived at Killer’s apartment, everyone was already drinking, laughing and having fun while blowing out the candles that were all over the living room. And maybe it was the alcohol, but all of your friends, even Killer, noticed that you and the redhead were almost holding hands at the party.

They’d need to remember to ask you about it in the morning.

[ilylmwwifys]

ー 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

"ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ, ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ"

JOUNO X READER (can be female, or male Whichever you prefer)

453wrds

REPOSTED - this one was BAD (kind of old? I made this like months ago) not proofread, theres a part 2

WARNING: bad grammar, toxic(?) , cringe

You were waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come home, it was currently 11:48 pm and Jouno still hasn't come home.

You were starting to get impatient. You were seating at a chair for 3 hours? You've lost time. You have no choice but to spend your dinner and lunch without him.

As time goes by you were lost in thoughts. You were starting to get worried for him as he was taking this long. Normally he would try to finish his job to spend his free times with you.

What if he got injured? What if he got taken? What if he got-

'Click!'

Your thoughts was soon pull out when you heard the door click, it was a sign that your boyfriend have arrived. You quickly looked at the door as a White haired man with red tips entered who seems to be tired.

You got worried, by instict you stood up and went over to him to help him.

"Let me help you" you offered him "No thank you." He declined your offer as he closed the door "I insist, you look tired, you obviously need help!" You protest feeling worried, the atmosphere changed "I don't need your help, [Y/N]" he bluntly said feeling a bit irritated since all he need was a rest after a long day. "But Jouno-" you reached out to him, but his hand slapped your hand "I fucking said I don't want your help [Y/N]! Can't you understand!? Just leave me alone. Your so annoying, even with that heartbeat of yours, It's irritating." He snapped as he faced you. You were startle, he don't mean all of those words.. Right?...

You knew he was an asshole but you never expected this. Was it your fault for being over dramatic?

You stood there in shock trying to find out what you did wrong, as for Jouno he quickly regretted everything he said to you, it wasn't true, all of them. He was just tired from all the works the commander gave him. He took all of his problems at you. It was his fault, not yours.

Tears started to form on your eyes, Your breathing becomes shakily. He tried to apologize but I guess he was too late. "[Y/N] i-" before he could even complete his sentence you cut him off "If you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me." You bluntly said as tears started to run down from your eyes to cheeks. Jouno stood there in shocked, he couldn't form any words from his mouth. He didn't expect this, he really didn't. Your sweet personality, your bright personality was gone all because of him.

"Goodbye"

[denim-mixtapes]

Hi I love your writing!! Could you do some kind of meet cute with new neighbor Steve? Total romantic comedy over-the-top cute but unrealistic type shit.

Hi friend thank you for this, I love ooey gooey stupid little meet-cutes so I had fun with it!! I hope it meets your expectations!

Pairing: Steve/Reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used) W/C: ~1k Warnings: Mild nudity (just undies!), language, awkward lil reader.

Having a laundry room in your new apartment building was definitely a privilege, maybe even the best feature the place had to offer. The fact that you didn’t have to lug your washing downtown to the laundromat was initially what sold you on the place. However, it came with its downfalls too…like getting too comfortable in the still-very-public-place that just happened to only be two doors down and across the hall from your apartment. 

It was late. Too late to still be up doing chores, but they needed to be done unless you wanted to show up to work the next day in the same pants you’d been wearing for four days. So you found yourself in the laundry room just a little past 11 PM on a Sunday, no sign of life in the hallways, and an overflowing hamper on your hip. 

After dumping the contents of your hamper into the washer and loading it up with detergent and quarters you were about to press start when a bright, bold grease stain from the chili at Benny’s glared back up at you from your jeans. It had to be fresh, you wore these jeans yesterday on your day off and they were perfectly fine, so it must have happened sometime during your shift today. 

You let out a string of curses and took a peek around the room. Crickets. The building was practically asleep when you crossed the hallway to get here. 

So with a sigh and a silent prayer you bent at the waist, pushing the denim down your legs as you went, and stepped out of them. Hurried now, you chucked the pants into the wash and slammed the on button, turned on your heel to run back to your apartment before anyone saw you pulling a full-on Donald Duck through the hallways. 

Except when you yanked the door open the path back home was obstructed. There was a boy in your way, but you didn’t notice until it was too late, when you crashed full force into his chest and sent both of you tumbling to the ground along with his laundry. 

“Shit,” you mumbled, scrambling away from him on the floor and trying to push wayward clothes back in his direction. “Sorry, I – I didn’t expect anyone else to be up and about.” 

“Yeah,” the boy laughed, and when he cocked his head at you, all of his long, gravity defying hair flopped to one side with the motion. “Is that why you were running out of the laundry room, you maniac?” Though his words were harsh, you didn’t take offense. There was a jest in them, a playful kind of ring that felt good in your ears. 

He stood, brushed invisible dust from his clothes and then offered you a hand up. His palm was warm against yours as he helped you up, but the heat rising in your cheeks was even worse. You were acutely aware of your situation and you could barely get a word out without stuttering, but if this stranger took notice he didn’t let on. 

“Yeah, I, uh,” you chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously, pulling at the hem of your tee shirt, thankful it was at least somewhat oversized. “Was just trying to make it back across the hall quickly in case anyone actually was awake…which they were. You were. God…” You couldn’t help but laugh at yourself and hide your face in your hands. You rushed out a response. “Sorry, I’ll – I’ll go. I’m just gonna move out, actually, hello and also goodbye new neighbor.” 

“Shame,” he mumbled through a smirk, “I was kind of hoping we could make a habit out of bottomless laundry days around here, now you’re telling me I have to start that trend all by myself?” He really pushed the joke, making sure you knew he was just teasing, raised his eyebrows and let a smile broaden over his admittedly pretty features, and waited for you to crack a smile before he tacked on, “M’Steve. 

Crossing your ankles and holding down your shirt with one hand, you introduced yourself and reached out to take his hand again, shaking it this time. “I just moved into apartment 1E, just across the hall there. It’s- it’s why I thought I was safe just booking it.” 

Steve skirted around you to load his own machine and spoke over his shoulder. “It’s happened to the best of us,” he chuckled, “although you had the right idea trying it at almost midnight. The grandmas in this building are usually all in bed by 8. It’s just me and my roommate Robin you’ll have to worry about at this hour.” 

“Thanks for the intel,” you snorted, taking the opportunity with his back turned to pick up your own empty basket and bag of quarters that dumped over when you fell. 

He was quick though, and quick enough was kneeling down next to you helping you retrieve the scattered change. “Anytime,” he said warmly, dropping the quarters into your outstretched palm. You both left the room together, baskets underarm, and before he left up the stairs he offered you one more charming smile. “I’m in 3B. You know, if you ever need, like, a cup of sugar or have any questions about the building or anything.” Two steps up the stairs, he turned around to add, “or just to hang out. Pants or not. You know where to find me.” 

[bxbu-chuu]

He’s trying his absolute best to remind himself why he’s so in love with Hinata, he keeps listing all the good qualities he’s ever seen in him while he looks around- barely hiding his annoyance. Let’s see, he’s funny, he’s reliable, he gets him like no one else, he’s an amazing volleyball player with great determination, he’s crazy hot- where the fuck is he. 

Tooru’s blood is boiling, he’s been in love with that little fucker since they met in that beach in Rio 2 years ago, and just now, with the reality of him going back to Japan dawning on him he’s mustered the courage to make a move. He really thought he was being smooth with it, he had pictured the scene a dozen times. Him, looking all suave and cool, having waited until New Year’s Eve to kiss Shoyo at midnight and tell him how he really felt. 

The reality is comically different, Shoyo had shoved his champagne flute in Tooru’s hand like ten minutes ago and taken off to take a piss. Ten minutes was definitely too long for someone to pee, and Tooru’s teammate’s party wasn’t big enough for there to be any lines at the bathroom. He accepted reality, Shoyo had probably bumped into someone he had no business knowing- they were in Argentina, how did he know more people than Tooru did?. He’s probably talking that someone’s ear off right now. Tooru looks at the clock on the wall, 11:58 PM. Great. Amazing. Cool. 

He’s debating whether to go out looking for Shoyo or not. He’s stupid enough to just let midnight pass by without even realizing, so maybe he should, but if he moves and Shoyo comes back to where they were they will definitely not find each other before 12. He ultimately decides to just stay put and hope for him to come back. He watches as the hands of the clock move and eventually everyone around him starts excitedly screaming a countdown. When they reach the end the room erupts in congratulatory screaming and cheering and Tooru bitterly drinks out of his flute. 

It’s then, and only then, that he can make out a wild head of bright orange hair quickly making his way toward him through the crowd. He sees Shoyo, in all his badly ironed suit glory, basically sprinting in his direction and he’s somehow more angry. Why is he running now? Why did he look so good? Why couldn’t Tooru have fallen for someone less irritating?

“You’re literally the worst. I had to stand here with two flutes looking like an aba-” His complaining is cut short when Shoyo basically crashes into him, knocking all the champagne out of the flutes as their lips connect. Shoyo’s warm and rough hands are holding both sides of Tooru’s face and the frustration evaporates off him. They part and he just looks at Shoyo in shock, waiting for some kind of explanation. 

“I can’t believe I messed this up! I had it all planned in my head I was going to be all cool- but I’ve been holding my pee all night and I really had to go, and then I bumped into Javier and he was showing pictures of his kids- it’s like, so rude to tell him to stop telling me about his kids… you know?” 

“You’re so annoying” Tooru says and leans in again to kiss him again, they have two years of lost time to make up for.

[nowoyas]

Edible Arrangements 31

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A/N: FORMATTING THIS FOR MIDNIGHT FROM AT 11:53 PM YEET

Chapter Summary: January flies by as you begin a new semester. Izuku falls deeper and deeper. You begin to fear you may never pull him out.

Warnings: off-screen minor character death, murder talk, blood

Word count: ~3300 words

January comes like an old friend, the cold biting, the snow settling over the house and the lawn in a gentle, untouched blanket. Izuku has spent most of it—all of it, except for when you drag him out somewhere—inside, focusing on grading, on work, until the exact moment he can break away to his real project of the day:

The Fucking Death Adder.

("Fucking" is not part of the man's serial killer alias, but it might as well be for how Izuku thinks of him.)

Four days into January had woven the threads Izuku had been collecting into a dead end. Nothing seemed to be happening anywhere—had the man gotten injured and was recovering? Or had he decided to lay low in light of too much attention? It couldn't be that he knew Izuku was getting closer—his habits hadn't changed except for you. Still he spent his time inside, squashing the occasional media request from a desperate journalist who still remembered his past and focusing more on his students than on things like getting an appropriate amount of sunlight for a vampire or remembering to drink. Still he isolated himself. Still he appeared to research, and teach, and teach, and research.

He wants to be grateful for his time spent studying languages, but his decent Russian only gives him enough to know that the news site he's scouring has nothing to say about mysterious murders matching the description. Neither does any of the others—in other words, just as much information as he had before. The man could be anywhere, and here Izuku is, sitting still.

Sitting still and waiting.

~

It is with great displeasure that I must inform you that suffering does not come to an end. Not even minor sufferings, or medium-strength sufferings that beg you for a steady supply of extra-strength Tylenol.

Or, in this case, not only one familiar face, but two, the first sitting just across the aisle from you in a bigass auditorium in a too-cold building on campus so that you’re stuck shivering with an arm not yet healed enough to make long sleeves comfortable.

Blond hair and a resting annoyance face.

Further ahead, towards the front of the room (you think making a point not to turn around and be forced to acknowledge Neito’s presence) is a head of fiery hair. It seems Itsuka and Neito still aren’t getting along. (Did they ever?)

Neito waves at you. You consider dropping out of college.

(If Izuku weren’t now also paying your tuition, too, you might.)

(You should really consider getting a job.)

On the bright side, suffering comes with good things! On Tuesday, there Mina is, TA’ing your general education credits-mandated dance class! When class lets out, you hang around and walk out of the building together.

“You didn’t intentionally take my class, did you?” she teases, eyes playfully narrow.

You snort. “No way. How do you even TA for dance? Gonna be grading papers this semester? Proctoring dance exams?”

“Oh, totally. For sure. Definitely.”

You check your phone. For the millionth time since New Year’s.

“You good?” she peeks at you.

You shrug. “I just… Did Tenya happen to mention why…”

“Oh. That. He hasn’t said anything… maybe ask Tsuyu? I know she and Tenya have been hanging out, like, constantly.”

Something in you twitches in discomfort. You can’t place it—why should you care? They’re your friends. If anything, you’re pleased that for once, people are getting along, seeing as how you tend to collect people who are incompatible on a fundamental level. (Case in point: Tenya and Izuku. Case in point: Neito and half of your friends.)

(Whether Neito counts is debatable.)

So you’re glad, really. And you don’t care! You don’t have a reason to care about something like that!

“Since when?” you ask.

(Dammit.)

“Since New Year’s, I think. Chalk it up to bonding over not being drunk at the party, I guess.”

“If only that worked.” You force a smile. It comes too easy to you. Why do you have to force it? “And yet the usual two are still at each other’s throats.”

She snorts. “Got that right. I’m not sure you’re ever getting those two to agree on anything, sorry.”

“Haha, yeah.”

(God, you really just said “haha” out loud.)

(It’s worse than you thought.)

Mina arches a brow your way. You hate her nose for these things. Ear. Whatever. She should take a journalism course and leave you to not acknowledge your problems. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Nothing’s wrong. I think I’m just stressed. You know, all the classwork, and I didn’t really get any rest over the break, and—“

“Oh?” Her voice drops low, teasing. “What were you up to?”

You roll your eyes, batting at her shoulder. “Shush. I was doing some personal research.”

“On what? Vampire anatomy?”

“I’ll bite you.”

“Go for it. Bite your hot landlord first, though!”

“Oh fuck you,” you reply, though there’s no bite to your words and you both know it.

She smiles. “There’s [name]! You were getting all gloomy there for a bit.”

“Was I?” You tilt your head. Maybe you were. It’s already slipping away, though. Fuck, are you experiencing mood swings? Do you need to call up your old therapist? “Weird. I already can’t remember.”

She hums suspiciously. “You’re a good actor, though…”

“Really!” You take on a mocking tone. “You just make everything unimportant slip away, my dearest—“

Now she’s laughing and hitting your arm.

Whatever it was, it’s gone, and with it, the pair of you go, too.

~

Neito to [name] at 3:47PM

Neito: You probably don’t care, but I wanted to tell you:

Neito: I called the number for the therapist you gave me.

[name]: that’s great!

[name]: like, genuinely

Neito: Regrettably, it seems that I’ve been put on a waitlist. Who knows when she’ll actually be available, but I thought I’d tell you

[name]: oof

[name]: that sucks

[name]: she’s totally great though. worth the wait

Neito: I sure hope so. You said she’s good with trauma-type things, right?

[name]: oh yeah totally

[name]: did I ever tell you my roomate freshman year stabbed me?

[name]: *roommate

Neito: she WHAT

[name]: right? it was totally out of nowhere

[name]: yeah apparently a girl with a transformation quirk totally replaced my roommate for no reason

[name]: like my roommate was just a random sort because I didn't really have any friends to room with so we'd never met or anything

[name]: anyways so she was dead before we ever met afaik shit was wild

[name]: some other stuff went on around that time too so I just bucked up and forewent some meals to pay for therapy lmao

[name]: all that to say doc fuyumi's great! aside from the scar it's like it never happened lmaoooo

Neito: well, that's a rave review if I've ever heard one

Neito: but are you just like a magnet for trouble or something?

[name]: hey, that's not nice

[name]: apparently I'm ALSO a magnet for vampires, thank you very much

Neito: I'm sorry but I'm failing to notice a difference

You roll your eyes and pocket your phone. You're sort of hoping your troubling vampire magnet tendencies will help you find the answers Izuku's looking for. Best not to curse it.

~

The time flies on. Maybe it's your nose being in so many books and classwork, maybe it's the looming presence of your lack of a job (completely for lack of trying, mind you) in the background of everything, but it flies.

(Izuku's no longer sure what day it is, let alone the time. He's trying, really! But sometimes things are more important than sunlight and keeping regular schedules, and Sbeve is good at reminding him to eat every now and then. So if he sleeps at his desk more nights than not these days, that's between him and his desk.)

And then, as January melts into February, you check your email on your way in the door after class. It's an absent scroll—you're worried about a paper draft for your Quirk Genetics course; you've been checking for a notification of the feedback obsessively every day since you submitted it. You've been working hard on this paper, dammit, and—

(He's replying to an email from a student. Run of the mill questions, but he's sure they just missed the line in the syllabus they need. No big deal! A quick reply, and—)

Anyways, that's not the issue, not really.

(His fingers still on the keyboard, head tilted in confusion.)

The issue is that, as always, the house is eerily silent. Some days it's been like you lived alone in this mansion. You hate it—not because Izuku can't spend his time doing as he wishes, or because you're finding that the meals you've grown used to just having have started trickling out, but because Izuku is steadily growing worse along with it. You can barely count how many times you’ve had to remind him to feed, how often you have to drag him away from his damned desk to make sure he sleeps and dresses himself.

(His desk phone is ringing, the one intended for work calls. His desk phone never rings. Of course he picks up—he's got tunnel vision, but he's still doing his job! It's probably just a matter of something his colleagues need to know. Not a big deal, either!)

(If his hands twitch with nerves and his eyes skim a news article on his second screen as he picks up the phone, that’s between him and Sbeve.)

And you've tried to help! You have! But there's only so much you can do when the man doesn't even look for information in a language you speak half the time. It's shit like Russian, which admittedly is extremely cool but completely unintelligible to you!

(Whatever he had been typing is gone from his brain. The words on either screen are gone.)

But still.

(Dr. Midoriya? Are you there?)

The mansion's silence feels heavier than usual.

(“No, no!” he replies, voice strained. “Yeah. No. Sorry. Just… yeah. You get it.”)

(I do. No one’s gonna blame you if you take a day or two off work, you know.)

(He navigates to a new tab and pulls up his email. He’s got someone to contact. “Oh, I won’t be doing that. Can’t fall behind, you know? But I’ll give the poor kids a day off. Uh, yeah.”)

You set down your bag and scroll back through your emails, searching for any point of interest. Feedback, or a new assignment, anything to keep your mind off of how useless you're being while Izuku falls deeper into tracking a serial killer who might be dead by now anyway.

(“Does anyone know yet?”)

(The chancellor sent out the memorial email earlier. Depends how many have checked their email, I guess.)

Your breath hitches on the words "In Memoriam" in your inbox.

~

from: uofomsgs@uofo.edu

A message from the Chancellor

February 2nd, 2051

Fellow Ravens,

I am deeply saddened to inform you about the loss of one of our Senior students, Momo Yaoyorozu, an undergraduate student completing a degree in Biochemistry.

Momo was an exceptionally bright student. In addition to her work in the International Honors College, she worked in the KUC as a tutor, offering her expertise to all students in many fields. She participated in the university debate club and has won many awards in the College Bowl since her beginning at the school. Momo had accepted an offer to join a Master’s program with Ossenfelder beginning in the fall, furthering her education in biochemistry.

Our thoughts now are with Momo’s friends and family, those who cared for and loved her, and other Ravens who are touched by this loss.

Visitation for Momo will be held from 7:00-9:00 PM Saturday, February 11th, at Respite Funeral Home, 48th Street. A memorial celebration will take place at 5:30 PM Monday, February 6th, in front of the Kevin University Center.

The U of O Counselling Center can provide support to any students and other members of the campus community affected by the loss of Momo. The Dean of Students Office may also be a useful support resource for students and may be reached during hours Monday through Friday.

Sincerely,

Shouto Todoroki

Chancellor

~

There’s a bliss that comes with this. You’ve known it since the first bite, and you’ll know it to the last. In the time following a fresh bite, your mind is clear, your emotions lulled, the waters calm ahead. You’d like to think that it somehow soothes Izuku, too, to drink from you like this. He needs it, of course. Idiot’s been forgetting.

He pulls back, buries his face in your freshly-bitten neck. His exhale is heavy, but no heavier than yours, which comes out more tired sigh than you’d have liked. If you’re holding him too tight, if he’s holding you too tight, well, you’re both used to that.

“Did you know a Momo Yaoyorozu at the university?” he mumbles eventually, and you still.

“I was trying to convince myself I didn’t,” you admit, voice already creaking with tears. “She was one of my TAs last spring.”

His words come slow, halting, haunting. “They aren’t publicizing the circumstances around her death out of respect for the family. Those of us on faculty have been told to keep a close watch on all of our students for the rest of the term.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—“ He pulls away, stares you dead in the eyes so you know he’s serious. “They think she was killed. Her family had a lot of money, but we can’t rule out other motives if she was killed. The police want to question any of her professors, in case they know anything.”

Your blood hasn’t warmed since you first read the email. This doesn’t warm it now. “Did—did they say why they think it was a murder?”

He stares for a second, eyes hard, and then looks away. “She was in one of my classes. I don’t know when they’re coming, but just in case, you should cover your arm and your neck.”

“What? You don’t think—“

He sighs. “If it is what I think it is, then it’d be best if they didn’t see me living alone in a massive house with someone covered in the same kind of wounds as the murdered student.”

Your eyes are blown wide as you nod. “Right! Yeah, of course!”

He smiles, drops his head against your shoulder again for a moment. “Thank you. Now let me deal with those wounds.”

He pulls out his usual bandages—these ones covered in tiny, smiling bats—and smooths them over the bite marks as always. His thumbs linger on the edges, eyes somewhere far away.

“Izuku?”

“Be careful, okay? I-I won’t force you into anything, just… m-maybe stay in at night when you can for a little bit? Just in case?”

You let out a breathy, tiny laugh. “Yeah. I’ll be careful.”

~

The cops come, just as expected, two days later. You’ve got a scarf on, and long sleeves that scratch, but aren’t nearly as uncomfortable as you were expecting. Too bad you had to go almost the entire winter before you were able to wear long sleeves again.

When you answer the door, it’s two men—one who looks more detective than cop, and another who looks more cop than detective. “Good afternoon, there. We’re here looking to speak to a Dr. Midoriya Izuku. Does he live at this address?”

You nod, studying them closely. Given the tails on the more-cop one, you can guess that he’s just got an animal quirk. On the other… nothing jumps out at you. He looks perfectly normal. Nothing that would indicate a quirk at all. “Um, yeah. I think he’s in his office. If you’d like to come in, you can sit while I get him! But be warned, our cat bites.”

You lead them to the living room, let them sit on the sofa. Before they can thank you, you’re bounding off toward the stairs, careful to maintain a calm persona even though you know what you and Izuku both want out of this situation.

It’ll be rough trying to get it, especially without casting needless suspicion on fifty year-old baby-faced Izuku.

Cops probably expect a healthy amount of nerves, right? Polite smile, wide eyes? But Izuku would have obviously known they were coming and what for, and if you live here, of course you have an idea, and—

You’re overthinking it.

You poke your head into that damned hidden office, eyeing Izuku carefully. He’s looking better than he has in nearly a month, hair as untamed as always but clean, clothes that he definitely wasn’t wearing yesterday or the day before. If nothing else, thank fuck those cops didn’t give a specific date for when they’d show up. Izuku has been forced to pay at least a little attention to himself in the meantime, not knowing when he’d need to be presentable.

“’Zuku, it’s the cops,” you say, gentle. He’s easier to startle these days, too, with tired eyes and the occasional growl sent your way if you don’t telegraph your entrances enough. “C’mon, they’re here to talk to you.”

He raises his head with a resigned sigh. Even having planned for them to show up (you more extensively than Izuku… I think) he’s unprepared, dragging himself after you. You’re careful not to say anything strange, not knowing the quirks of the cops sitting on your living room couch. The cat one likely has better hearing than average; the normal guy? Anything’s fair game. Best not to chance it.

You split from Izuku as he greets the cops (“Good afternoon, g-gentlemen!” with only the slightest stutter) and poke your head in to ask about drinks. If you’re listening, if you leave your phone on the buffet with the recording app on, no one has to know.

Friendly chatting, quiet, forced laughter from both sides. The kind of laughter you would expect to hear from men talking about a dead girl—trying to be jovial in spite of awful circumstances. Failing, just a little bit. You’ve got drinks down in front of them soon enough—water, tea, and the most concentrated coffee you can manage for Izuku. (A sludge, really.)

You linger in the doorway to the kitchen, unsure of whether they want you out of the room or not. They don’t seem particularly bothered by your presence, but the normal guy flicks his eyes between you and Izuku as if trying to decipher something. You can’t place it until you do, and then it hits you in the chest.

You miscalculated.

It’s real nice to think about keeping suspicion off the uninvolved Izuku, lest they realize he’s in his fifties and connected to a very high-profile case, but—

I’ll be honest, her wounds were… strange… one of the men says from the other room. Almost like bite marks.

You stride back in, keeping up the pretense of chasing Sbeve. You scoop the little terror up, cuddling him to your chest and lingering behind Izuku.

“If possible, we’d also like to talk to your… um…” The normal guy has his eyes flicking between the pair of you again, confusion written on his face.

At once, you and Izuku are reaching for an explanation, because shit, yeah, doesn’t it look suspicious if the professor connected to the dead girl has a similarly-aged girl living in his secluded mansion for no apparent reason?

“Tenant!” you blurt. (“R-roommate!” Izuku yelps.) “He’s my landlord. I rent a room upstairs.”

(The visible relaxation on Normal Guy’s face makes you even more tense.)

“Uh, the name’s [name],” you follow up lamely.

He believes you. More than his cat-faced partner seems to. Easily, too. Completely and totally easily.

And that?

That stresses you out even more.

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[saffron0v0]

Swapped Inonezu week!! (Collab with @miss-breeownie)

Day 4: Wednesday

*Since nezuko's birthday was coming up, inosuke had decided to do something special for her, and everyone decided to help! But there's one problem...*

Inosuke: NEZUKO IS WHAT?!

Takeo: Jeez calm down, and yeah, she's sick. That's what she gets for running around in the rain trying to drink it.

Inosuke: But... We've been planning this party for weeks!

Takeo: There's nothing you can do, for now, she needs rest. Tanjiro-niichan is not allowing anyone around her, he says she needs peace, medicine and rest to recover .

Inosuke: I... Understand. :(

Takeo: *sees how everyone feels down* *sigh*... And because I'm kind, you're all free to come have 1 free pastry from the bakery, only 1!

Everyone: *lightens up a bit* Thank you!

*everyone is ushered into the bakery, and start having their free treats, well everyone except inosuke*

Aoi (swapped with tanjiro) : what's up inosuke? I know you're disappointed, but you know nezuko wouldn't be too glad if you waste perfectly good pork bread.

Inosuke: I guess so... *Starts eating, feeling slightly better*

*later that day, at around 11 pm*

Inosuke: *makes sure everyone left* okay, I guess it's time for my plan B!

*he races down the street to the restaurant that Murata owns*

Inosuke: MURATA-SAN!

Murata: Oh my god! Why are you so loud?! And what do you need in such a hurry?

Inosuke: I have to get some tempura for my friend!

Murata: *dumbfounded* you're in such a rush... FOR TEMPURA?! And at an hour like this?! You should be sleeping! *he sighs and just gives up* You know what, fine, fine, whatever. Do you want the small, medium or large plate?

Inosuke: *checks his wallet*... Small.

Murata: *snickering at the broke boy* okay! That'll be 1500 ¥!

Inosuke: There you go! Now how long do I need to wait for it to get ready?

Murata: Not long, one of the workers was coincidentally working on some tempura, so it'll take 5 minutes tops.

Inosuke: *beaming as bright as the sun* Thank you so much!

*5 minutes later*

Co-worker: Order 280!

Inosuke: That'll be me! *he takes the package and bows quickly, then turns around to run to the kamado residence.*

Murata: Beautiful youth...

Co-worker: you're 21...

*inosuke makes it to the kamado residence, but instead of knocking on the door, he turns to the side of the complex and climbs the tree and reaches to the open window.*

Inosuke: Nezuko?

Nezuko: *sits up and turns her head towards him* Inoshishi? *cough* Is that you?

Inosuke: Yep! That's me! How are you? Oh, and I bought you something!

Nezuko: Aren't you broke? And I'm doing great! *she says muffling a cough*

Inosuke: *clears throat blushing at his careless money spending habits* I bought you tempura!

Nezuko: Tempura?! Then what are you waiting for? Get in! But be quiet, because monjiro-niichan would kick you out straight away if he sees you!

Inosuke: Okay okay, *he hops into her bedroom that would've been a jungle if it wasn't for tanjiro*

Nezuko: *bouncing in her place with newfound energy and excitement*

Inosuke: Here you go!

Nezuko: Yahoo! *she starts devouring her tempura, when inosuke's stomach grumbles*

Inosuke: Hah-? *he then turns into a fiery blushing mess*

Nezuko: *softens a little and gives him half of her last tempura*

Inosuke: Hawwww! Thank you! *he eats it in one bite and happily smiles at her*

Nezuko: *whispers while blushing* anything for one of my disciples... *before she can fully enjoy the moment, she sense someone coming up the stairs, and with how silent b but strong the steps are, it's probably tanjiro* quick! Hide! Monjiro-niichan is coming!

Inosuke: *collects the mess and jumps under the bed*

Nezuko: *quickly lies down, closing her eyes*

Tanjiro (swapped with aoi): *enters* Nezuko? Are you awake? I'm here to change your wet towel. Please excuse me. *he quickly changes her towel, and he does smell a faint scent of tempura, but doesn't think much of it* Sleep tight. *he turns around and leaves, still smelling the tempura, but decides not to investigate until morning, he can't wake up nezuko*

Nezuko: *sits up* You can come out now, inoshishi.

Inosuke: *pops his head up from under the bed* we were almost caught *he said chuckling to himself* well I should probably get going. Oh! And one more thing...

Nezuko: *tilts her head questioningly*

Inosuke: *jumps in for a big bear hug* happy birthday nezuko! I wanted be the first to wish you a happy birthday, and I did! *he says smiling to himself proud of his plan's success*

Nezuko: *hugs back, squeezing him and burying her flushed face in his shoulder and gives him a muffled thank you*

Inosuke: Well! Best if I get going, my grandmother would be very worried if I showed up later than 1 am.

Nezuko: *still flushed and not wanting to let go* stay... A little longer.

Inosuke: *flushes a bright shade of red* I guess it wouldn't hurt to be a little late...

*they sit there in each other's embrace until nezuko nods off to sleep, and inosuke ends up being late and lightly scolded by his grandmother*

Taisho secret time!

✨✨Moi✨✨: When nezuko and inosuke were little kids, nezuko used to get grounded for being reckless alot, so inosuke had to use the tree to sneak into her room and play, they got out of the habit because the tree has become to dangerous to climb since no one was trimming the branches, but since it was such an important situation, inosuke decided to risk it and climb it to reach to her room.

[thetruthlsoutthere]

Things that happened/ twice/more?

coincidence? perhaps, but i don't think so.

There is stuff here and there i have to update on as far as things i have experienced, not a lot. As sometimes, it seems like nothing happens because of course, things happen every day for me but its not constantly every second.

but among the 'normal' things that happen on a daily basis for me {check that post}, i have been seeing Timeless a lot lately which was a chosen word before the whole timeless child dw thing came out, that me and my friend in this belief decided to use that would signal a definite sign.

well that, as well as things involving the name Clara, ravens, black birds, etc involving that whole person and thing which was both before and after i started rewatching the seasons of DW with the 11th incarnation: the middle to end of Amy and Rory's travels with teh Doctor and the start of 11 and Clara's.

^^^ Kinda found it funny and interesting how when i went to get movies from my local library, the only seasons available were the ones with 11 and Amy/Rory/River then CLARA, then 12 and Clara because of the whole stuff i experience regarding that.

Now it could have been a weird coincidence of anything Clara wise because i got those seasons involving her out BUT everything involving her that happens regarding me has happened before i got it and when i am doing plenty of stuff where anything regarding her doesn't make sense to, but obviously in this moment, getting the seasons out which i rewatched a little bit of, could have been a reason, hence why i am listing it.

BUT 2 things happened the day before yesterday. During the day, i was on Snapchat and i was watching the feed, just liking random videos and i saw a jewelry video which had some interesting phrases as far as, if i can remember but i can link the Snap video if someone wants it as 'proof' but phrases like ''we'll' or 'i'll be here waiting for you.' as well as another phrase but i cant remember BUT the reason why i am mentioning it is because Canary Wharf was mentioned. Which with or without the h in Warf included, that mention is obvious of why it's weird.

Now what could explain it away was that I have been reading a DW fanfiction lately involving an oc cousin of Rose's that travels with teh Doctor and the Battle of Canary Warf happened not too long ago in the fanfic SO that could explain it but i think its weird because 1: Canary Wharf was mentioned on Snapchat. 2: the fanfic was on Quotev.com and both Quotev and Snapchat are not affiliated with each other in any way. 3: Where i am in the fanfic currently, is the episode where the Doctor and Martha were in old New York with the Pig men, Tallulah, and the Cult of Skaro/Daleks so it's been a bit since Canary Wharf. AND LASTLY 4) while i do think of everyone and thngs in this belief every day, its not the majority of every day as a lot of other things also take my focus so for it to be out of the blue was weird to me.

Then that same day, which like i said was the day before yesterday, but that night, sometime after 9 pm: i saw a weird light in the sky. It shone a bright white but it kept flashing. It would strangely move as if it were flying, and at one point i thought it disappeared completely out of thin air but then when i would see it again, it's like a perception filter was happening.

Take of all of this what you will. Tried to logically explain it, but also mentioned why each thing was still weird to me though. Regardless, thought it was all worth mentioning.

[sennamybeloved]

getting ready for bed.

✨ — ship: senna x lucian x seren (s/i)

✨ — cw: a very brief mention of weed.

✨ — summary: a polyamorous triad's antics as they get ready for bed. nothing too special.

✨ — from @timothymcgees’ drabblecember prompt list :) i really like this challenge and i plan on doing a few of these. this is way longer than a drabble is supposed to be, but that's... fine. reblogs are appreciated as always!

Seren always draws out her gaming sessions into the late hours of the evening—or all the way into the early hours of the morning if she can manage it. Even when she’s exhausted, demotivated and annoyed, she can’t bring herself to put the controller down.

This only becomes a problem when it’s very late and she has somewhere to be in the morning. She knows she needs to sleep, but five more minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? She just wants to take this bounty, or grab this last collectible, or buy a new saddle and maybe a new horse too. Then she’ll go to bed, she swears!

But alas, it’s never that simple. Her partners have to pry her away from the screen almost every single night.

Tonight, she predicts them. She’s mindlessly tapping away at her controller, slumped over in that old, dusty beanbag chair of hers when she hears Senna and Lucian begin to move around upstairs. She glances over at her phone, which sits on the floor beside her, to check the time. 11:20 PM. Yeah, okay. She needs to get off her ass and get ready for bed.

Senna, who’s already in her pajamas—a black tank top paired with colorful, fluffy pajama pants that have stars on them—comes down to the living room to collect her phone charger. As she passes Seren, she taps her on the shoulder, “C’mon. It’s time for bed.”

Seren groans in childlike annoyance, yet she’s very quick to stop what she’s doing and close out of the game. She’s exhausted, that much is obvious; she can barely keep her eyes open.

“When do we have to get up tomorrow?” She calls over her shoulder. She knows they have to go grocery shopping in the morning, so she knows the answer is early, but how early, exactly? She wants to gauge how screwed she is.

“Uhhh… like, eight.” She calls back, already on her way back up the staircase.

Okay. That’s not too bad. That’s like, uhm… more than 5 hours of sleep, she thinks.

Seren sighs through her nose. The end of her tail flicks against the ground in overtired agitation as she shuts her PlayStation down for good. It takes her several long moments of silent encouragement to will herself to her feet. She grabs her phone and her blanket—a thin Dollar Store blanket with a fox printed on it—and begins the long trek upstairs.

All the lights are on. The bright, yellowed light strains Seren’s eyes, despite having spent the previous hours staring at an even brighter screen.

Lucian and Senna are going about their nightly routines, darting between the bathroom and the bedroom, washing their faces and changing into clean, comfy clothes. Seren doesn’t have a nightly routine. She simply collapses into bed and passes out for ten, sometimes twelve hours. She wants to do that now, but the only thing that stops her is a hand grasping forearm, yanking her towards the bathroom.

“C’mon.” It’s Lucian’s voice, deep and gravely and commanding. “Brush your teeth.”

Seren grumbles as she’s crammed into their very small upstairs bathroom with the pair of them and practically shoved against the sink. With a defeated sigh, she drops her fox blanket on the floor and snatches her toothbrush- no, wait, that’s Senna’s toothbrush. She grabs her toothbrush and smears a glob of toothpaste on it, holding it under the running facet for a little too long before sticking it in her mouth.

Lucian mirrors Seren, moving much less lazily than her. No one in this house had a history of great self-care, but Lucian and Senna have a history of being motivated to take action long before Seren is, so as they assume better habits, they force her to as well. She’s grateful for this.

“Do we have a shopping list?” Asks Senna, who’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, tucking her curls into a satin bonnet. "I know we need eggs, bread, uh, cereal... but what else?"

Lucian spits out a mouthful of toothpaste before replying. "I wrote a list. Don't worry."

“Don’t we-” Seren tries to speak into her toothbrush, but she stops herself. She, too, spits out a mouthful of toothpaste and wipes off her mouth before starting over. “Don’t we have to meet Akshan for something too?”

“Uhuh. That’s why we’re going so early. He couldn’t meet us later, for whatever reason.” Senna responds, the annoyance in her voice very clear.

It feels like they're always meeting Akshan for something. No one but the person who orchestrated the meeting knows for what. It's usually for something really stupid, too. Once, it was for a giant variety pack of Monster Energy. Around this time last year, it was for marijuana seedlings Senna had offered to pay for. Those really got them through those late winter months. Seren hopes that's what it's for this time.

“Huh,” She shrugs, wearing a sarcastic smile on her face. “Busy man.”

Senna hums. “I doubt it.”

Lucian splashes cold water onto his face, drying himself off with a very old and overused hand towel. He tosses it aside into the overflowing dirty laundry basket afterward.

Someone should do that laundry, Seren thinks. It's not gonna be her, though.

Pulling away from the sink, Seren goes to leave the bathroom. However, she's quickly grabbed up by Lucian, who takes hold of her face this time.

"Wait," he says. "You still have makeup on."

"Uhg..." Seren groans, halfheartedly struggling against his firm-yet-gentle grip on her jaw as he reaches onto a low-sitting shelf, pulling a single makeup wipe out of a dispenser and bringing it up to Seren's face. It feels cold and wet against her skin, making her groan and grumble some more. He wipes off a layer of foundation, concealer, and powder she's had caked to her face since early this morning, as well as faded eyeshadow and black eyeliner. One makeup wipe was hardly enough for the. job, but Lucian made it work.

"There. Don't that feel better?" He says in a half-teasing, almost patronizing way, and Seren glares at him. While doing her best not to get caught in the crossfire, Senna takes the filthy makeup wipe out of his hand and places it in the trash.

"I'm going to bed," She announces pushes her way past the two of them.

"Uh, I am too!” Seren pulls away from Lucian's grip, who lets her go without a fuss since he's done with her anyway. She scoops her blanket up off the floor and practically skips out of the bathroom, towards the bedroom, and into bed. She collapses onto the mattress and worms her way under the covers before Senna even has the chance to get comfy.

Seren hears Senna laugh; a warm, melodic sound that warms her heart and clears her head of worry. "I thought you didn't wanna go to bed," She comments, slinging an arm around the vastaya's body.

Seren snuggles closer to her in response. "I never said that." She speaks into her skin, face nuzzling against her shoulder.

One by one, the lights flick off. First, the bathroom, then the hallway, then the bedroom room, leaving only the dim light of their lamp. It's enough to illuminate Lucian. He slips off his shirt—a big, black t-shirt that's even too big for him, the six-and-a-half-foot giant he is—and crawls into bed with them. He, too, huddles up to Seren's side, effectively sandwiching her between the pair of them.

Seren feels her face grow warm. The feeling of laying between them, their skin touching hers, their hands dancing over her body so lovingly, still proves to be too much for her after all these years.

"I love you guys." She blurts out. She couldn't have stopped the words from leaving her mouth if she wanted to.

She's always worried they find her flirtations incessant, meaningless, annoying or boring, but they smile bashfully and reflect the energy nearly every time.

"We love you too, Seren," Lucian says. He brings his hand up to caress Seren's face; a much gentler touch than the one she'd felt mere minutes before. Callused fingertips dance over her freckled skin, carefully tilting her head towards him. He leans down and kisses her on the bridge of her nose. His fingers lace into her hair as her face—her entire face—rests comfortably in his palm.

Seren feels Senna's arms snake around her waist. She cuddles up to her back, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades before resting her head there.

Seren sighs, long and heavy, her entire body melting into the bed, and into their touches.

Without disturbing the embrace too much, Lucian is able to flick off the lamp with an outstretched arm. He then readjusts himself, wriggling deeper into the nest of blankets, wrapping his big, strong arms around both his partners, but mostly Seren—she feels like the most important person in the whole world right now. She feels like a king or a queen or a god. She cannot imagine a better feeling than this, not even worship.

It doesn't take long for her eyes to drift shut. She falls asleep peacefully in the arms of her lovers.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary12

getting better all the time. 9/16-17/2023

today was better than yesterday. yesterday i was so miserable because basically i realized that i was mixing everything with bad ears (the usual setup i was using was sapping a ton of low end, kind of shelf effect where everything around 100hz and below was super quiet and almost nonexistent) which leads to obvious overcompensation when mixing otherwise, bass and kicks too loud. so i had to go through, today, and figure out what was fucked up and what wasn't. less than you'd expect was fucked up, but i had to run through about 25 or more songs and then start a and b-ing things to see what was fine and what wasn't, but some stuff has really messed up mixes and that takes hours to unfuck, i don't know, like 5 songs about, 1 taking a bunch of my time today especially. this setup also sapped a lot of high end while also saturating the mix, so everything just sounds different now, some stuff sounds less clinky, and i need to get some kinds of distortion more right/see if i like putting saturation on the master. one song sounds alright with it, but will i feel that way tomorrow. another thing is it really messes with the vocal mixes. it's weird, because the mid-range is so favored in that setup by its nature i guess, it kind of begins to favor where the vocals and "guitars" sit in these songs, and so i mixed around that trying to get the vocals less emphasized and guitars more up front. this puts me in a weird place, because in this other setup which is just me getting my system audio, it's weirdly not favoring guitars, and the vocals are duller because of the lack of saturation and say, not cutting them too much in the lows. the vocals are an easier fix, i need to put a multiband on them and boost the highs, i did that to the songs that i've done vocals for recently to get the brighter/better. when i go to the old setup, it's really fucked up, because it pushes them up front even more, but if i swap in shitty earbuds on the system audio setup, it sounds a lot better to have the vocals pushed out of the mids a bit more than have them fully there, because it eats like every other sound on the song. maybe i'm just bad at mixing, if i were good, these things would sound serviceable in these other environments, but now i think i'm figuring that out now. i guess.

the guitars are either going to be really frustrating or i'll have a breakthrough. it makes me want to cry though. it's so strange because they both have more body and feel like they need some tweaking, more brightness maybe or saturation still, but they're so distorted already.

i think what i'm really getting hung up on is one song, a super short one, that i want to be more readable, so maybe i'll just kill myself doing that or something forever who knows. i'm already opening ableton again to try and get it right lol. i have been doing this since 1 pm today and now it's 1:37.

the reason this takes so long is cuz my computer sucks so bad it makes me want to give up or not really just makes me want to die.

okay and now another version of that same song is rendering and could you believe i am back here typing one who hour later. i spent maybe an hour and a half in the shower and around dinner (11 pm) i finally let myself take a break after finally getting what felt like a good amount done, but here i am, back again doing this. i am stupid and insane.

i still need to work on it. i think i can get it right it's just so difficult.

wwow more than 2 hours later still not where i want it but closer i think.

ok now it's 6 in the morning basically and i think i did it. i hope. i'm waiting on it to render but this should be it, i think.

yayayayayayay i think i have it and when i wake up tomorrow i think i'll like it and whatever needs to be done to it now is like at most moving the high pass on it up probably to remove some dullness but i want to hear it tomorrow to see if i'm crazy for thinking that might need to be done at all.

i'm so tired now i hate being up this late.

soon i will be happy with everything again i hope.