#Alrighty gn!

[theroseyhues]

Shut up and take a princess Chay dancing with the hummingbirds from the sketch vault. OvO

(happy birthday og eggos miss you)

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

some rendering practices with this dandy lad :]

[ecoamerica]

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[hyperfixationtimego]

hello!! i don’t really want to harp on this issue, but this is just a small reminder that Mindy Kaling has actually NOT done a lot of the horrible things she’s being accused of! You don’t have to personally like her or her humor, but I beg of you to please at least do some research on her supposed problematic behavior before you start treating her & the things she makes/contributes to so viciously :(

If you have a reliable source detailing something shitty she’s done, by all means please leave it in a reply/reblog! The more knowledge the better! But I do ask that you be civil about it!

[cozones-hellhole]

mmm...

bunny.....

@hollypies

[vampthropologist]

Scheduling free time and fun activities in my agenda was an amazing idea and I'm so glad I do it.

[fktauromain]

blogger has to go to sleep, acompáñeme a ver esta triste historia

[ecoamerica]

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[salamivx]

would you mind doing a dad!Husk x teen!reader? (Platonic)

I love your stuff and seeing this would be great!!

Either GN or masc reader is fine :3

TIRED

MASTERLIST >

Other masterlists

Dad! Husk + Gn! Teen! Reader

warning. Reader and Husk cuddle (platonically ofc).

(Not proofread, sorry this took a while)

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“ Hard day? ” Husk asked you while cleaning one of the glasses, you only groaned in response head resting on the table as you swung the chair back and fourth before giving him a thumbs up.

“ Want anything to drink? “ And before you could even open your mouth all he said was “ And now I’m not giving you alcohol it’s either soda or juice. ” Husk then sets down a glass for you while waiting for your answer.

“ I’ll js take (soda/juice name). ”, “ Alrighty. ” He then prepares you drink and pushes your glass closer to you, lifting up your head you take the glass and take small sips of it, “ Wanna talk about it? ” You only give him a small glance as you shook your head gently.

The rest of the day was pretty quiet for you since you stayed in your room for the rest of the day occasionally hearing chaos between Vaggue and Alastor.

Scrolling through your phone you sighed before Turing your phone off and curling underneath your blanket getting comfortable then hearing three knocks on your door, “ Come in! ” You yell at whoever knocked at your door, hearing the door open you heard your dad, Husk ask if you were alright, “ You alright kiddo? You’ve been cooped up in your room all day. You sure you don’t wanna talk about what happened? ” Husk sat down at the edge of your bed putting a paw (hand?) on your shoulder.

“ I’m fine dad, really just had a bad day with a friend, you don’t have to worry about me. ” You say as you came out from under the covers looking at Husk with slightly messy hair with dark circles under your eyes.

“ Well from the way you look I think you need to sleep kid. ” Husk joked with you trying to fix your messy hair, “ It doesn’t look that bad. ” You huffed riling your eyes but giving him a genuine smile as you giggled lightly.

You and Husk talked for a while before he said it was time for you to go to bed but you asked if he could stay with you for the night, “ Dad can you cuddle with me? ” You look at him giving Husk puppy eyes making Husk roll his eyes before getting under the blanket with you, scooping you up in his arms his smiled petting your hair, “ g’night kiddo sleep well. ”

“ Night dad. ”

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[nichoswag]

could you do prompt #17 with jo from &team?

couch . asakura jo

prompt: "don't leave any marks. it'll be hard to explain hickeys to my parents."

pairing: bf!jo x gn reader

warnings: kissing, a bit of making out, neck kisses, mentions of hickeys, wandering hands but nothing really sexual, cursing

song rec: ceilings - lizzy mcalpine

a/n: i hope this is what you wanted! enjoy ♡

you and your boyfriend are watching a movie in the living room at your house. you're cuddled up into his side while he holds you with one arm, fully focused on the movie.

as you admire jo's face, a voice interrupts you. "well hey there, lovebirds," your mom calls from the doorway. "honey, i'm headed to the store. need anything?"

you blush at her catching you in a vulnerable moment and shake your head no.

"alrighty then. don't do anything stupid."

jo watches as your mom walks out the door and then turns to you with a mischievous grin, leaning into you. "your mom's gone for at least an hour and your dad's at work? right?"

you nod, not understanding what he's getting at.

he leans in closer, nearly on top of you now. "so we're all alone...?"

"oh." you finally understand, now donning a grin of your own. "wanna make out?"

a few moments later you're being pressed into the couch by your boyfriend's larger body. his lips are moving in sync with yours in a heated kiss, his hands roaming your sides but stopping at your hips.

you both pull away to breathe and he moves down a bit to access your neck. he begins pressing feather-light kisses along your collarbone, and then you feel his teeth sink in.

he has to physically hold you down so you'll stop squirming as he bites and sucks little patches along your neck and collarbone.

"jo- don't leave any marks. it'll be hard to explain hickeys to my parents." you squirm your upper body more as he holds you down by your shoulders. he hums in acknowledgement against your skin.

you grip the collar of his t-shirt and pull him back up to connect your lips with his again. he cups your face gently and deepens the kiss.

just as you're about to return the favor and kiss his neck, you hear the door open. you pull him down onto you.

"pretend you're sleeping," you whisper frantically.

"i forgot my phone-" your mother cuts off as she sees your state, but she doesn't comment on how odd it is that you've both fallen asleep after just being awake a few minutes ago. you hear a quiet "aw" and the snap of a cell phone camera before the door closes again.

jo opens his eyes and winks at you.

you slap his chest and he flinches. "we almost got caught, you menace."

"oh, you know you enjoyed that. stop complaining."

©nichoswag | do not copy my work or repost onto any other platform.

[hp-hcs]

not requested, but i've been working on this for a while, and i'm actually quite pleased with how it turned out. i've never written in this style before, but it was actually really fun. hopefully its comprehensible, to some degree 🤷‍♂️

June — riddle brothers & gn! flint! reader

“Collected documents” style of writing.

Basically the boyos are just having a hell of a month

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[Meeting of the "Junior Death Eaters", June 12th, 1997, 18:23, Malfoy Manor, as transcribed in verbatim by CARROW, Alecto.]

PARTIES IN ATTENDANCE:

BERKSHIRE, Lorenzo

CARROW, Alecto

CRABBE, Vincent

FLINT, Y/N

GOYLE, Gregory Jr.

MALFOY, Draco

MALFOY, Narcissa

NOTT, Theodore Jr.

PARKINSON, Pansy

RIDDLE, Mattheo

RIDDLE, Thomas III

VOLDEMORT, Lord

ZABINI, Blaise

ABSENT:

BULSTRODE, Millicent [Deserter]

FLINT, Marcus [PKIA]

WARRINGTON, Cassius [On Assignment]

[Audio recording begins.]

[Silence, approx. 0:07]

VOLDEMORT: I apologize for the… unanticipated loss of your father, Crabbe.

CRABBE: Tha- thank you, uh, my Lord.

VOLDEMORT: Accidents do happen, of course. Losses are an ineluctable part of war. Now then, moving on.

[CRABBE slouches]

VOLDEMORT: You all must be… curious as to why I’ve called this… unscheduled meeting. I received a… rather rude letter from Mr. Harry Potter himself.

[Crosstalk, unintelligible for approx. 0:12]

MALFOY, N.: Silence, children. My- my Lord, please. Go ahead.

VOLDEMORT: Thank you, Narcissa. As I was saying… [paper crinkling] this letter is clearly encoded. Who believes themselves capable of decoding this? Do so, and I may… reward you with a chance to move up in my ranks.

[Crosstalk, clamor for approx. 0:21]

VOLDEMORT: Silence! Y/N, do you believe yourself capable?

[NOTT and RIDDLE, M. whisper, indistinct for approx. 0:02]

FLINT: Yes, my Lord.

VOLDEMORT: Very well. Next order of busin- [interrupted by the arrival of PETTIGREW, Peter]

PETTIGREW: M-my Lord- Severus wishes to s-speak with you.

[VOLDEMORT stands]

VOLDEMORT: Meeting adjourned. Narcissa, with me. Pettigrew, report.

[Unintelligible for approx. 0:06 as VOLDEMORT, MALFOY, N., and PETTIGREW leave]

[Silence for approx. 0:38]

CARROW: Are there any questions?

[All parties shake their heads]

CARROW: Alrighty then. You all know your assignments… Power to those who aid the Dark Lord and stand in his good stead.

ALL “Junior Death Eaters”: So mote it be.

[Transcript ends.]

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𝐿𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒

𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓉𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝟣𝟣 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒, 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟩

– 𝒽𝑒𝓎, 𝒪𝓁𝒹 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟!

𝓂𝓇. 𝒟𝒜𝓇𝓀 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝓇, 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀, 𝒾’𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝑅𝐼𝓉𝓉𝐸𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝐿𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝓈𝓀 𝐼𝒻 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝒩𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝒜𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇. 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝒯 𝓎𝑜𝒰 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒? 𝒾 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃, 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃. 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒢𝒾𝓉𝓈, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝐿𝓁𝓎. 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒷𝓃𝑜𝓍𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽-𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓃𝒮 𝑜𝒩 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑅𝑜𝒩𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓊𝐿𝒪𝓊𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒮𝒾𝑜𝒩. 𝒾 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓂𝒶𝓃.

𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜,

𝒽𝒫

𝒪𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎: 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 ‘𝓋𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉’ 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹. 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒾 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈.

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𝐿𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒

𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓉𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓇𝑒, 𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

𝟣𝟣 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒, 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟩

– 𝒽𝑒𝓎, 𝒪𝓁𝒹 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒟!

𝓂𝓇. 𝒟𝒜𝓇𝓀 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒮𝒾𝓇, 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀, 𝒾’𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝑅𝐼𝓉𝓉𝐸𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒜𝓈𝓀 𝐼𝒻 𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝒩𝑔 𝓊𝓅 𝒜𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓇. 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝒯 𝓎𝑜𝒰 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒? 𝒾 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃, 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃. 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒢𝒾𝓉𝓈, 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝐿𝓁𝓎. 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒷𝓃𝑜𝓍𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝒸𝒽-𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓊𝓂𝓃𝒮 𝑜𝒩 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑅𝑜𝒩𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓊𝐿𝒪𝓊𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒮𝒾𝑜𝒩. 𝒾 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒, 𝒶𝓁𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓂𝒶𝓃.

𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜,

𝒽𝒫

𝒪𝒽, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎: 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 ‘𝓋𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉’ 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓅𝒾𝒹. 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝒾 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈.

o, friend, da, s, l, ri, e, a, i, y, n, a, d, t, u, r, g, l, k, column, s, n, r, n, lo, s, n, p, o

columnar code maybe?

3 6 4 2 5 1

f r i e n d

y o u r s o

n s r i n d

a n g e r a

d p l a n s

t o k i l l

your sons r in danger a d plans to kill

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My Lord,

Enclosed is the letter we discussed earlier. I would recommend you take action immediately.

Regards,

Y/N Flint

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American Airlines BOARDING PASS

PASSENGER NAME:

FLINT / Y/N

FROM:

LONDON

TO: DATE: DEPARTS:

NEW YORK 13JUN 0415 AM

GATE BOARDING TIME SEAT

𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝟑 B12 0345 AM 27E

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American Airlines BOARDING PASS

PASSENGER NAME:

RIDDLE / THOMAS

FROM:

LONDON

TO: DATE: DEPARTS:

NEW YORK 13JUN 0415 AM

GATE BOARDING TIME SEAT

𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝟑 B12 0345 AM 27D

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American Airlines BOARDING PASS

PASSENGER NAME:

RIDDLE / MATTHEO

FROM:

LONDON

TO: DATE: DEPARTS:

NEW YORK 13JUN 0415 AM

GATE BOARDING TIME SEAT

𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝟑 B12 0345 AM 27F

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United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Passport 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵

Surname/Nom (1)

FLINT

Given names/Prénoms (2)

Y/N

Nationality/Nationalité (3)

BRITISH CITIZEN

Date of birth/Date de naissance (4) Children/Enfants (5)

11 MAR /MARS 80 0

Sex/Sexe (6) Place of birth/Lieu de naissance (7)

X EXETER

Date of issue/Date de délivrance (8) Authority/Autorité (9)

06 APR /AVR 95 UNITED KINGDOM

Date of expiry/Date d’expiration (10)

05 APR /AVR 05

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United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Passport 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵

Surname/Nom (1)

RIDDLE III

Given names/Prénoms (2)

THOMAS

Nationality/Nationalité (3)

BRITISH CITIZEN

Date of birth/Date de naissance (4) Children/Enfants (5)

31 DEC /DEC 78 0

Sex/Sexe (6) Place of birth/Lieu de naissance (7)

M LITTLE HANGLETON

Date of issue/Date de délivrance (8) Authority/Autorité (9)

31 JUL /JUIL 91 UNITED KINGDOM

Date of expiry/Date d’expiration (10)

30 JUL /JUIL 01

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Passport 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵

Surname/Nom (1)

RIDDLE

Given names/Prénoms (2)

MATTHEO

Nationality/Nationalité (3)

BRITISH CITIZEN

Date of birth/Date de naissance (4) Children/Enfants (5)

29 DEC /DEC 79 0

Sex/Sexe (6) Place of birth/Lieu de naissance (7)

M LEEDS

Date of issue/Date de délivrance (8) Authority/Autorité (9)

01 AUG /AOUT 91 UNITED KINGDOM

Date of expiry/Date d’expiration (10)

31 JUL /JUIL 01

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PERIODIC TENANCY AGREEMENT

THIS LEASE AGREEMENT made effective the 14th day of 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒, 1997

between

𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓂𝓈

(the “Landlord”)

and

𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒹𝓁𝑒

(the “Tenant”)

WHEREAS the Landlord owns the property located at 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌 𝒜𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈, 𝟣𝟣𝟤𝟩 𝒲. 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓃 𝒮𝓉., 𝒜𝓅𝓉. 𝟤𝟢𝟥𝐻 (“the Premises”), and the Tenant wishes to rent the Premises from the Landlord for a periodic term. The Landlord does hereby lease to the Tenant the Premises “as is” for a primary term of one month commencing on the 16th day of 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑒.

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7-ELEVEᑎ

131 20TH AVE

NEW YORK NY 20851

STORE #: 518

2 MARLBORO RED ‘25 13.40T

1 CHERRY DR PEPPER 2.75T

2 HARIBO GOLDBEARS 3.98T

1 FOLDING POCKET KNIFE 7.99T

SUBTOTAL 28.12

TAX 1.68

TOTAL DUE 29.80

VISA 29.80

*** TRANSACTION APPROVED ***

THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING WITH US!

T#58 0P18 TRN4617 06/14/1997 22:56:51

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𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈,

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌! 𝑀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓃𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝒷𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 (𝟤𝟢𝟦𝐻) 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉. 𝐼 𝓇𝒶���� 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒴/𝒩 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓎, 𝒟𝒶𝓋𝒾𝒹, 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒. 𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎’𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹!

– 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃 & 𝒟𝒶𝓋𝒾𝒹 𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓉𝓉

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Cousins –

I regret to inform you both that Grandfather Al has sadly passed as of yesterday. If at all possible, we’d much appreciate your presence back home in London for the funerary services. Sending you my condolences.

Regards,

D.M.

[sweetkpopmusings]

vernon boyfriend headcanons <3

a/n: i wasn't planning on posting his so soon, but i had a wonderfully cute dream of vernon the night before last, so i couldn't resist !! i carry a keychain with pictures of vernon in it. the keychain also includes charms that spell out "sweet boy" because that's what he is. a sweet boy <;3333333 pics not mine !

content: fluff | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: boyfriend!vernon x gn!reader | requests: open

vernon ! hansol ! love of my life ! light of my world ! sweet baby boy ! no words are enough for you but i will write over a thousand here to showcase just how lovely you are <33333

alrighty folks we've got a silly little guy on our hands!!! who also loves so deeply it takes your breath away

he reminds me of the first flutters of butterflies in your stomach

or the first time you feel lightning bolts in your fingertips as you accidentally brush against someone you're starting to feel something more towards

he is the king of small shy smiles

before you two get together, you are the one who smiles shyly at everything he does because he's so gentle, so sweet, and so lighthearted

he's never trying to hide that he likes you, and it almost goes entirely unsaid because he simply makes you feel so wonderful you just know there's something there between you too

after you two are together, this boy almost always replies to your compliments, looks, and touches with a small, shy smile

and probably a lil chuckle too because he just doesn't know how to process how cute you are and how wonderful you make him feel !!!

he is so earnest with you

even when he's joking around with you, every word he says is full of love and care

if he's sending you funny pictures and memes, you can feel the thought behind it all because it's just so you, so vernon

like he's curating everything he gives you to what he knows and loves about you

he's so thoughtful that knowing you becomes pure instinct to him

you almost never have to explain yourself to him

because he gets it

my chest is bursting at the thought of this so i gotta switch to more cutesy stuff

he absolutely adores casual cuddling

one of his favorite cuddles is having your legs draped over his lap, your arm slung behind his neck, and your head resting against his shoulder while you watch tv

he also loves to be in that position on your lap when he's sleepy because he can doze off against your shoulder and tuck his head in the crook of your neck if the lights are too bright even after he shuts his eyes :-(

vernon's also obsessed with lying his head on your chest when you're in bed so he can listen to your heartbeat

that is his absolute FAVORITE position to take naps in. he also gets extremely soft when you lie with your head on his chest

inside he is trying to calm his heartbeat down so it's actually relaxing for you because no matter how long you've been together his heart races whenever you're near him because he loves you so much

little does he know that you absolutely love his heartbeat and feel so safe and warm even when it's racing because it's so cute that he's still excited whenever you're around

another top cuddling style in bed for vernon is when y'all are spooning (he's happy to be the big or little spoon <3) and you're softly wrapped around each other while scrolling on your phones or sleepily chatting

sharing music is one of his love languages, so he finds it so intimate to lie on the living room floor together, pillows or couch cushions under your heads, and listening to music

he has a playlist specifically for that and he's always adding to it because he's always thinking of music he wants to share and experience with you

despite being so overwhelmed with how much he loves you, he's also so clueless

he can do the hottest thing in the world and you're blushing and entirely stunned and he's just looks at you with a furrowed brow and a tilted head

he's standing there like ???? you good ???? meanwhile you're standing there like *dial-up noises*

he will also do the SWEETEST things

like you'll be talking about your day while eating food and then he'll mention something you said months ago and say "i was thinking about that story you told me about your favorite childhood toy, and it actually matches who you are so well, even now because..." and he'll explain himself by connecting little things he notices about you now that relate to that toy

you've completely stopped eating, your jaw is on the floor, and you can't believe that he not only remembered something you talked about briefly months ago but thought about it on his own in such depth that he had a whole tedtalk about it

once again he has unintentionally broken your brain but has no idea why you're reacting like that because he's just acting in a way that comes naturally to him

another thing that comes naturally to him is sharing clothes

he always takes pieces of your style and incorporates it into his fashion because he likes being reminded of you wherever he goes

sometimes he'll ask you if he can borrow a pair of sunglasses you have, or he'll ask you where you got a pair of pants

at first you don't realize what he's doing, but one day he shows up in an outfit you've worn before and you joke about him turning into you

he smiles and says "i like it when my clothes remind me of you"

heart = melted

that's how you both start combining your wardrobes and tastes

even if they're entirely opposite each other, there will always be things you exchange to blend together your styles

vernon loves this because it reflects how you two have blended your lives together <3

eventually you have matching couple outfits, but it's entirely unintentional LOL

sometimes vernon will have a strange outfit on, but seventeen knows better than to make fun of anything he wears of yours / in your style

the one time seungkwan made fun of a hat vernon borrowed from you, vernon gave seungkwan a look that had him begging for his life

no one knew vernon could be so scary but that's just how fiercely he adores you and your individuality <3

he is such a fierce supporter of you living the life you want and in the way you want

he thinks any dreams or goals you have are attainable and he will support you in every way possible

he also will validate you constantly. if you're feeling insecure, he will listen to you and tell you that he understands what it feels like to have those thoughts. he then follows that by reminding you of everything he loves about you and how he truly thinks you are the most interesting and amazing person in the world

he may be scared to show his deepest fears/insecurities, but, with you, it's different

when he gets to know your mind so deeply, he wants you to know his in the same way

he cherishes that kind of emotional and intellectual intimacy between you two like nothing else

in less serious ways, he shows this by creating a world for just the two of you

you've got your own languages of facial expressions, gestures, phrases, and even pictures/gifs/emojis

not only can you two communicate with the slightest of facial expressions, you become so in tune with each other's body languages that you know how the other is feeling immediately

if he sees you get uncomfortable by the slightest of shifts in your body/energy, he'll give you a reassuring look that tells you he's ready to leave if you are

i see him as the type of guy to communicate through hand squeezes too :,-)

if you're in a group and he thinks something you said is super funny, he'll laugh really hard and then lightly squeeze your hand to tell you just how tickled pink he is

he will do the same thing if he needs you for something

if he's anxious or overwhelmed, he will naturally search for your hand and you'll know by the feel of it that he needs to be held in some way

so you just intertwine your fingers and give him a tight squeeze that says i'm here

and he feels completely safe again :-(

i'm screaming into my pillow goodbye i love vernon so much

truly vernon loves you so so genuinely and authentically that you can never doubt it. he thinks you are a precious gift in his life and he cherishes you beyond belief

i hope everyone gets the vernon they deserve <3

[lovelywritinglady]

Gun Practice

Toji Fushiguro x GN!Reader

Toji teaches you how to shoot his gun and it leads to something interesting.

Fluff, mentions of gun use, sexual themes, mentions of his gambling addiction. lowkey a crack fic, established relationship.

"Alrighty sweetheart hold the pistol like this and make sure you have two hands on it." Toji whispered in your ear as his body was pressed firmly against yours and his head rested on your left shoulder.

"Two hands? Toji you don't use two hands when you shoot." You joked moving your neck to the left side to kiss his cheek that was slightly rough from the light stubble that was beginning to grow back.

"That's because I'm a professional, love. I know what I'm doing and you don't simple as that." Toji joked. This caused you to roll your eyes fixing your aim, ready to shoot the target that toji had placed on a tree on the outskirts of the city. "Alright, if you miss that's okay, but I've got a feeling you're gonna surprise me." He said confidently

You said nothing focusing on your aim while keeping two hands on the pistol. Taking a deep breath you fired the wepon until it was empty. A smile fell wide of your face as you see how well you fired Toji's gun. You looked at your boyfriend to see him staring back at you with a wide smile too that beamed with pride.

"Damn baby, I thought you would do well but color me impressed," Toji said placing his hands on his hips.

"Pfft, I told you before we got here that I was going to impress you with my skills." You said in a confident manner putting down the gun.

"Well you were right and I think because you did so well. I might as well treat you sweetheart." Toji spoke walking towards you wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his body. You then put your arms around his neck and pulled him to your lips kissing him softly. His lips molded against yours as he began dancing his tounge around yours. The kissed got heated as he picked you up holding you in the air as one of his hands supported you and the other made it way to your hair grabbing it softly and pushing you head closer so that your lips would clash harder. You moaned at these abrupt actions biting his lip causing him to grunt. He finally broke the kiss causing you to whine in annoyance. "Don't worry darlin', I promise to treat you well tonight. I've got a lot of money from my latest job so I'm gonna treat you to a nice dinner tonight. How does that sound?" He asked while still holding you with your legs wraped around his waist.

"Well damn, maybe I should show you my natural born talents more often." You joked pecking his nose and taking your left hand to trace the scar on his lip that you adore. "Thank you." You whispered to him as he smiled lloking lovenly into yoru e/c eyes.

"Heh maybe you should but I still need money for those horse races you know." He joked putting you down and kissing your lips softly before picking up his gun and putting it in the back of his pants.

"I wish you wouldn't gamble so much." You sighed taking his hand as you began to walk to your car nearby.

"Yeah I know I've really cut back but its hard." he sighed looking up while he was still walking with you hand in hand.

"Why is that?" You asked mostly confused as to why he would cut back.

This caused Toji to stop and turn twords you with a look on his face that you couldn't recognize. He placed his hands on your face, rubbing you're cheeks softly.

"Because for you I want to make this work. And in order to do do that, I need to stop or at least water down the things that could tear us apart. Toji spoke nervously.

"Toji, I appreciate the effort you're putting in and I love you so much for that." You responded leaning into his touch.

"Love you too, Y/N. Now, where do you wanna go sweetheart?" Toji aksed waeing his signature smirk.

"There is this new resturant downtown that I've been eyeing." You told him as you began walking to your car once more.

"As you wish sweetheart." Toji replied as we walked hand in hand ready for our date that would hopefully result in resuming our activities from earlier.

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[theghostofwilburtheworm]

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[alienaiver]

Rugged

Aizawa Shouta x GN!reader

warnings: quirk-induced amnesia, canon minor character death (major in my heart tho), spoilers for... season 5 and forth? to be safe wordcount: 4.9k content: confessions, first kiss, fluff, sfw, no use of y/n, pro hero reader but quirk is unspecified, canon compliant, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly reader, body positive reader, hurt/comfort in like the mildest sense, soft love, amnesia situation, friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, started as a meme turned into something serious, something about cats, unbeta'd, flashbacks to high school days

notes: this is so embarassing to admit but i only came up with this story bcos of that tiktok/insta reel (link is a tiktok as thats where i could find the source material) about having a type that's 'rugged'. it was supposed to just turn into a little joke on that and... uh, ykno suddenly i was almost 5k deep into a childhood friends to lovers, ..ya my brain had a VISION alrighty!!!!! please enjoy a one-eyed kitty, one-eyed aizawa and interrupted confessions!

Aizawa’s leaning forward on the desk, meticulously writing down an exact copy of your notes from English Literature that he missed yesterday due to being in the infirmary… again. He’s always known that becoming a Pro Hero with a non-physical quirk would be tough, but he didn’t imagine landing himself in a hospital bed as often as he does. He’s bulking up nicely, but he feels beaten black and blue every other day and it’s… exhausting.

Rewarding, but exhausting nonetheless. He’s momentarily disturbed as a chair is being dragged across the floor, screeching away before haphazardly thrown next to the desk, wrong side facing it, and Yamada throwing himself onto it, arms leaning on the backrest. He says your name in a sing-song voice – your given name, has he no shame? - and steals a peek of you from over the rim of his glasses. You rest your head in your palm and smile at him, “what’s up?” you ask, and he hums as if he’s thinking deeply about something. Aizawa’s got a bad feeling about whatever subject he’s about to bring up; ever since he appointed himself Aizawa’s wing man, the pestering’s both been non-stop and non-discreet.

Aizawa keeps his face buried in the notes, purposefully removing himself from the conversation.

“What’s your type?” Yamada asks and Aizawa has to hold back a facepalm. You simply giggle and play with the zipper from your pencil case before you answer, “hmm, I’m not sure. But with all due respect, I know it’s not you,” you tease him and he straightens his back in mock-surprise, the conversation’s one you’ve had before. He takes a hand to his chest, “what? Not me? Well you’re not my type either!” the shriek in which he yells is a little too loud, his quirk still a little too unmanageable when he gets excited – he winces as the rest of the class turn their heads. You simply laugh and bite your lower lip. Aizawa steals a look at you through his bangs, admiring the glimmer in your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sorry ‘Zashi, I truly am, but… you’re just not… rugged enough.”

“What? I’m so rugged. I can be rugged!”

“Look at you, you’re not rugged,” you laugh as you gesture vaguely to… all of him. He takes offense as he puffs up his chest, “how am I not rugged? Because I’m not wearing a flannel in 80 degree weather?”

You hide your face in your hand as you try to contain your laughter, “yeah, sure, whatever… but look at you now. You fly off the handle like that, you’re too angry.”

“That’s a very rugged thing to do!”

“No, it’s really not.”

Aizawa has been saddled with the two of you for almost two semesters now, and he’s still not entirely used to the way you joke around. In the beginning he was always worried about you fighting and not getting along and he’d stare at you both with wide eyes like a startled cat and hope you’d settle down soon. You always did, laughing like the greatest joke was just told.

You lean forward on the table to bark out a laughter deep from your stomach, momentarily blocking the view of your notes that Aizawa’s copying. He lets out a soundless grunt at you being so close and pulls away in surprise when he accidentally smell your shampoo. He wants to lean forward again, to commit the scent to memory, but you’re already straightened back up, wiping an imaginary tear from your eye, “you don’t even want me, Hizashi, why is this always so important to you?”

This makes Aizawa freeze, terrified that Yamada will accidentally tell his secret to you. But Yamada simply crosses his arms, puffs up his cheeks and nods, “you’re right, I don’t. But I want you to want me. I’m the entire package.”

You laugh and shake your head, letting your arm fall onto the desk in defeat. “Sure then, ‘Zashi. I want you. Badly. More than anything. Please go out with me.” your face is as flat as Aizawa’s can be, and Yamada smiles proudly, “no thank you.”

Aizawa’s startled out of grading papers when his personal phone starts ringing next to him on the desk, the screen much too bright for the darkened room he’s situated in. It’s an unknown caller, which makes him hesitant at first but since it’s well past office hours, he knows it won’t be a salesman of any sort.

He bites his lower lip before he picks up.

“Aizawa speaking.”

“Ah, good evening. I apologize for contacting you at this hour, however, you are written down as the emergency contact for…” he apologetically butchers the pronunciation of your name, but gets your hero name correctly, “this is Aizawa Shouta, right?” the person on the other end confirms, and Aizawa nods before he verbally comes up with an answer.

“Well, it’s just that…” he explains your situation precariously, advising Aizawa to just come down to the station if he’s able, since someone will need to escort you home. He makes sure to remind Aizawa that you have two more emergency contacts on file in case he’s not available, but after getting the location, he’s already up from the chair before he’s hung up with the poor officer dealing with you.

From the call he knows you’re neither mortally wounded or in any kind of distress. You were on patrol when you encountered two villains. One of them turned out to have an amnesia quirk, and now you were stuck at the precinct, not entirely sure where your apartment is located. The officer informed Aizawa that you seemed calm and collected but that the last date you remember was well over 10 years ago even if you haven’t age-regressed in any way.

When he arrives, the officer leads him to one of the offices, profusely apologizing and thanking him at the same time. He’ll never really get used to the way newly appointed officers act around Pro Heroes.

Even if all facts and rationale tells Aizawa that you’re fine, he still grips the door handle way too tight, throwing open the door and evidently scaring the shit out of you, sprawled out on the couch with an ice bag on your knee. You spew out some profanities as you sit up. Aizawa immediately calms down as he sees you alive and well. He thanks the officer and agrees with the officer to sit down and talk with you before taking you home. He bows before he closes the door and looks back at you.

“I already gave a statement – was anything missing?” you ask, resting your hands neatly on your thighs. Aizawa shakes his head, “I came to pick you up – they informed you about which of the emergency contacts to call, right?”

Realization seems to travel across your features as Aizawa masks the sting he feels. Instinctively you reach out, but ultimately pull your hands back, “Aizawa?”

For a split second he lets his emotion show on his face – the way you say his last name instead of his given name, but he’s quick to hide it again. He nods and sits down on one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table, “I was informed that your memory’s been wiped.”

You nod and look at the floor, “yeah. They took in the villains and interrogated them. It seems it’ll wear off in five to seven hours, but until then I’m stuck with my first work study as my most recent memory. I don’t feel like high school me, though, it’s just like there’s an empty gap in my timeline and not an age-related kind of thing. I can’t remember what has happened since then, but cognitively speaking, I’m still myself.”

Aizawa breathes in sharply, “well, that’s a relief. I have enough students to take care of,” he dryly jokes and the way your eyes widen make him self-conscious. He shouldn’t have made the joke he thinks as he shrinks in on himself.

“You’re a teacher?”

The way you ask betrays your emotions all too clearly and Aizawa holds back a snort. If the last of his personality you remember is high school, he gets why you struggle with the image of him taking care of the budding youth.

“A homeroom teacher, actually.”

Whatever preconceptions you had initially seems to dissipate and you smile proudly, “that’s amazing.”

You haven’t commented on his appearance; besides the moment where you didn’t recognize him, you don’t seem all too taken aback by his lack of eye and prosthetic leg. He’s relieved.

“You ready to go?” he asks, patting his lap with his palms before bracing himself to get up. You get up too and stretch your arms over your head, waiting for that satisfying pop, but it never comes. Annoyed, you let your arms falls and Aizawa smiles at you.

He leads you out of the room and as you put on the jacket he came with, he thanks the officers for their work with some polite back and forth and a bow.

The trip back is quiet as you seem to just take in your surroundings. You stop by your Agency to grab your personal items and civilian clothes that you left behind before your patrol. Luckily the offices are mostly cleared out, so you don’t have to ‘meet’ everyone and Aizawa gets out of explaining everything to everyone.

“Do you want me to escort you to your place? Or do you want to come to mine?”

The question is straight-forward and innocent; you sleep over so often that Aizawa’s spare futon has simply been dubbed your futon, but you seem taken aback, eyes wide and mouth agape. For a moment Aizawa’s blind to the confusion before he remembers.

“Sorry, you sleep over at my place a lot since it’s close to your work. I thought you might also like to see Benben.”

Your eyes that had seemed so tired ever since he arrived, lights up in recollection and excitement, “Benben’s alive and well?” you ask, absentmindedly leaning into Aizawa’s space in your joy. He struggles not to lean back reflectively.

“Yeah, she’s living with me now. She’s becoming old, though. But you’re still her favorite human, so she’d be happy to see you too.”

You giggle into your palm, clearly trying to picture Benben. She was a stray that you and Aizawa started to feed your leftover lunches to back during your first year at U.A. She was also one of the reasons you even started bonding with the stoic classmate. When you talk about the name Benben, a very bad nickname based off of bento, you always laugh and tease Aizawa about his cat-naming skills. While he defends himself in front of Yamada – the man with a habit of getting out his childish side – he never once argues against you on that subject.

Next to Aizawa, you clear your throat right as he’s about to unlock his front door. He’s been polite enough to not comment on the level of staring you’ve done ever since he picked you up, but it seems to be getting too much for yourself. He smiles at you gently, like he’s communicating with a lost child, and the smile makes you act before you can think too long about the action. Aizawa’s breath hitches and whole body freezes when your cold fingertips reach the skin of his cheeks. Your eyes look at him like they’re searching for something, and shortly after your palms make contact, your thumbs start traveling around his face, from his eyebrows to the slope of his nose and then a finger is being traced over the scar under his right eye. He can see all the questions fly through your head, the way you hold back from tracing the eye patch but stare at it like it’s not supposed to be there. He’s about to clear his throat when a thumb starts tracing his chapped lips before continuing down to his jawline, tickling his 5 o’clock shadow. As he tries to smile patiently at you, you mumble something under your breath that makes Aizawa’s heart stop for just a moment too long before racing at the same speeds as Yamada’s car when he’s late.

“It really is you… you’re just so…” you pause for a moment to swallow thickly and lick your lips, “…rugged.”

Not until you’ve had your (in Aizawa’s terms) grabby little fingers on every part of his face and given his heart an aneurysm with your words, does realization hit you. You seem to shrink and pull away to bow half-way a few times at him. Aizawa grumbles out a weak complaint about personal space and jingle the keys again to find the right one. No matter how advanced his work place is in terms of security and technology, he finds it unbelievable how many different types of keys he is expected carry for the school grounds alone. Logically, he’s aware that he’s fumbling due to your innocent advances but his brain’s not exactly acting calm and rational, so he furrows his brows and as he puts in the correct key, takes in a deep, calming breath.

When he motions for you to enter the apartment, he can’t help but observe you as you curiously peek around while you enter. You don’t toe off your shoes or step up from the genkan until the door behind him is locked and he gestures to the left pair of slippers in front of you. You let out a breath as you mumble, “sorry for intruding…” as if this isn’t your home away from home.

As Aizawa toes off his own shoes, he takes notice of your searching eyes. He jerks his head towards the living room, “she’s probably sleeping on the couch. She can’t hear very well anymore, so she doesn’t greet by the door.”

There’s a clear sort of heartbreak in your eyes that Aizawa recognizes, before you nod and walk in the direction of the living room. While your memory might be gone for the moment, it seems there’s muscle memory still intact as you purposefully step over the loose floorboard he always warns guests about. He smiles at that. Benben seems to spot you from her pillow on the couch because no sooner than you enter the room, he starts hearing the hoarse bleating of the senior kitty in there. She must’ve stayed up when Aizawa suddenly left, since it’s out of routine. She’s never been able to meow properly, which enchanted you since she first bleated at you for a bite of your convenience store-bought onigiri back when the two of you met her for the first time.

He hears you coo at her and can only imagine you both before he turns the other corner for his office to shut down the computer for the night. He quickly rejoins you and finds you with Benben on your lap, purring and headbutting your hands to her heart’s contents. When his eye travel higher to meet yours, he’s taken aback momentarily at the strained smile and wet eyes.

“She looks so loved.” you try to explain, and Aizawa can’t hold back the blush from the compliment. She does look loved now, a little on the fuller side (not by a lot, as her physical health is very important to Aizawa), her coat is shiny despite the coarseness that age brings, and she no longer has that stubborn eye infection it took Aizawa several years to treat out of her; she’s missing an eye now as a result, but she’s healthy.

You look around his living room, smiling and heaving in breaths at all the external proofs for her love; she has a pet staircase to both the windowsill, couch and the dining chair next to his; there are three different cat towers and several cat shelves for her to perch on although they’ve rarely been used for several years now. Aizawa can’t bear to take them down – what if she wants to go on one last adventure to the shelf highway he built for her close to the ceiling? It obviously wouldn’t be safe for her to do so, but robbing her of the options feels cruel to his heart.

When you pet her behind her ear and Aizawa situates himself on the floor pillow, you giggle, “you match.”

You’re referring to the missing eyes and while Aizawa takes no offense from the comment, he can’t help but snort at the straightforward observation. It’s very like you.

“How did you lose it?”

You don’t remove your eyes from Benben as you ask and from the shaky lilt to your voice, he knows you’re afraid of the answer. He’s afraid of telling you, too.

So much bad has happened during those years – you were there during his low points after, and asking that question is like removing the experiences you’ve shared. The grief you’ve suffered.

But he knows you want to know. Before he can answer, you continue, “can you tell me everything? About you… Oboro and Hizashi, too. I was informed it was only you, Hizashi and my mom on my emergency contact list. I know it’s not supposed to be miles long but… yeah…” you trail off and Aizawa’s grateful that you’re not looking at him. He’s not sure he’s able to control his face right now; and the emotion he’s showing wouldn’t be remotely close to soothing for you.

“Uh,” he jerks and clears his throat several times to stall, “when did you say your memory would be back?” he asks instead even if he’s aware of the answer.

You look up and hum thoughtfully, “they said five to seven hours around … two hours ago? So…” you count on your fingers and despite everything, Aizawa huffs out a soundless laugh, “three to five hours? Give or take.”

He inhales sharply. He can’t drive you off for that long, even if he used going to bed as an excuse. You’d just toss and turn in fear of what you’d come to remember.

So he tells you. He retells every painful memory with clear objectivity, pausing to let you process each one, seeing the light slowly dissipate in your eyes for every terrible incident. When he reaches present day, he inhales slowly and holds his breath for a moment to control his own emotions.

You’ve stopped petting Benben who’s sound asleep on your lap now, your hands hanging like lifeless limbs by your side. Aizawa then clears his throat, “you were scouted. In third year. ‘Zashi opened a radio station shortly after graduation. Oboro’s mom still invites us for hotpot for his birthday every year despite the mismatch in dish and weather,” you both laugh at that one – of course she insists on his favorite dish on such an important day. An image of the four of you huddled around, sweating over a pot of delicious food has you throwing your head back in sincere laughter, “you have a prodigy; you inspired me to take a pupil on as well, and he’s graduating this spring… I, uh… I use eye drops now.”

The last tidbit of information makes you turn your head so fast you almost get whiplash. Then, your expression turns stern, “didn’t I tell you! Didn’t I tell you to be careful!” you reprimand and he almost rolls his eye at you. Almost.

You shake your head at him and focus back on Benben, a little more color on you again as the mood has successfully shifted. He’s unsure if you’re pretending to be fine for his sake or if he actually succeeded in making you feel better, but he can’t stifle the yawn that comes out of him as soon as he feels relief.

You look up apologetically, “oh my God I’m so sorry, I’ve kept you up haven’t I? Please, you can just go to bed, I’ll be okay!”

Aizawa wants to argue but he also can’t fight the creaky ache he feels in his bones. He went straight from a night shift to school, napped in the teacher’s lounge and then home to grade papers. He’s dead-tired.

He gets up to carry his futon into the living room and set yours up in his bedroom. Usually, you sleep in the same, bare room as him and Benben, but he feels it might be too much for you without your memories, even if you sleep on separate futons with space in between. You make a joke about the futons but then, in a soft voice admit, “I think it’s nice you sleep on something accessible for Benben…” there’s a warm tone to your voice that makes him blush heavily before he pushes you out of his living room.

“I’ll sleep out here, you take the bedroom.”

You meekly argue about taking his bedroom, but he shuts you down in the same way he’s always done, and urges you to carry Benben in with you. You agree to have the door ajar in case Benben wants to walk around, and you bow your head when you bid him goodnight. Aizawa lets the light in the hallway stay on.

////

You wake up with a hitched breath and sweat on your brow, unsure when you managed to fall asleep. Disoriented, you take in Aizawa’s bedroom; you were supposed to sleep home tonight after your shift though, not to mention that Aizawa’s futon isn’t laid out next to yours. It takes you a moment to gather your bearings until it all comes back to you. You’d lost your memory.

You’d lost yourself. You hug your arms around you as the feeling of being lost still sits heavy in your body and makes you shiver. Seeing Aizawa was terrifying; you’d no idea of the obvious horrors he’d had to endure. You didn’t remember your best friend’s death.

For a moment you control your breathing, making yourself calm down as best as you’re able. It makes sense why Aizawa decided to sleep in the living room, if the last memory of him was a pimple-y teenager and not the gruff man he is today. You close your eyes and think back to right before you entered the apartment.

You roll onto your stomach and hide your face in your hands, letting out a drawn-out flustered groan. Without thinking, you kick your legs on the bedding to alleviate the embarrassment that’s coursing through you at your own actions. You’d just went all up in his face! The sensation of his stubble underneath your fingertips, his warm breath and his chapped but so, so kissable lips.

No!

You groan again, drowning in your one-sided misery of a crush. Your honed Pro Hero senses are completely dulled by your pining, so when Aizawa suddenly throws open the door and asks if you are alright, you screech as you lift your head from the pillow, “Shouta!”

“Shit, sorry, I heard you moving around so I thought you might have a nightmare,” he hurries to explain, secretly relieved to hear you say his given name again. He frowns when he can’t see your face with your back turned to him. Still frozen, you barely breathe before he continues, “...you are alright, right?”

Making a grimace and with no interest in facing him right now, you choke out “mhmyepdefinitelyeverythingsperfect!” in one single breath before you’re forced to inhale deeply. You hear Aizawa’s metallic foot as he walks towards your futon and hear the rustling of his clothes as he bends down in a squat next to you, “you don’t sound perfectly fine to me, though. Do you have a fever? Is it an aftershock from getting your memories back?”

Being the perfectly rational man that he is, he oversteps any boundaries to quickly check your temperature with his palm. Embarrassment can come after he’s made sure you’re okay.

You push his hand away weakly, still looking pointedly at the wall in front of you, letting out a strained laugh, “heehee, I’m just… you’re right, it must be an aftershock, right? Nothing else!”

He lets you swat his hand away without much resistance but stays where he is, letting the silence hang over you both for a minute. Suddenly, he croaks out all hoarse and desperate, “Just tell me if there’s anything, please.”

Your shoulders fall at the voice. Aizawa’s the opposite of having a heart on a sleeve, but you’ve been with him through enough tragedies to know he must be scared shitless right now. Whenever you or Yamada is even remotely bruised, he fusses over you in his own, annoyed way, until he finds you sufficiently healed. You sigh before you let your head fall back onto your pillow, a short moment to gather your thoughts and feelings before having to face him.

It must’ve been a lot for him, when you asked him to recount the years you’d momentarily lost. It would’ve been better to let it be, but he knew you so well and knew you wouldn’t let it go. Curiosity kills the cat, right?

With heavy and slow movement, you turn around so that you’re facing him, hoping your expression won’t betray your real emotions. You sigh and reach out for his hand. It’s shaking but as soon as your warm fingers make contact, he flinches before he relaxes.

Then, he grunts like he’s annoyed and chastises you for worrying him. You giggle, “I’m sorry, you’re tired, right?” you ask, knowing his schedule this week is packed. He usually leaves little wiggle room for emergencies, however many he encounters.

Before he can reply, you pull at his hand and he topples over, half on the futon and half on the floor, on his knees. You laugh and pull him even closer to you, hoping your beating heart isn’t as loud as it feels.

You and Aizawa have cuddled before; loneliness and grief has made you carve out comfort in each other, but nothing else have ever been spoken aloud. No kissing, no romantic notions to trace back to. Having a one-sided crush since high school feels deafening right now, when all the years travel back to you after what only amounts to a moment without them.

You want to tell him how you feel; losing your memories made you realize how much you’d like for him to comfort you with kisses if anything should ever happen; how you’d like for him to hold you without holding back.

He grumbles where his head is rested in your neck after he’s settled, but he makes no effort to move. You nuzzle into the mane of hair and breathe in his scent; it’s a lavender-scented shampoo that Yamada insists on buying for him. He never accepts it without complaining, but he also never showers without using it. There’s a spare in your bathroom, at the Agency’s bathroom and at his teacher’s dorm at U.A.

“Y’know, I was really surprised for a moment that you became a teacher.”

He makes no movement, but you know he’s listening.

“But as soon as I thought about it, it made perfect sense. You care so much it sometimes hurts to watch…”

You feel his fist tighten around your bedding, but he stays otherwise quiet still.

“You hurt watching me, too, right? How we both have a habit of bending over backwards for what we perceive is right.”

You start dragging your hands through his hair, letting out a sigh.

“I like that we know each other so well. I like how after so many years, you’re still right here in my arms…”

You pause as his upper arm snakes around you, a sharp exhale against your neck.

“You’ve never dated anyone. At least, not anyone you’d tell me about, so I have no idea where this will lead me to but,”

You take a moment to gather your nerves. There’s really no backing down now. Even if you regret it, your words have already given your feelings away; there’s nothing you can take back.

There’s nothing you want to take back.

You’re about to continue your confession when Aizawa pushes against your neck, his warm lips, soft despite the dryness, presses against your pulse point. You can hear your heartbeat so loud in your ear that the rustling of the sheets from Benben is indistinguishable to you, the only sensation you’re able to take in being Aizawa’s lips as they briefly pull away from your neck, only to push back higher up, closer to your jaw.

You whine and pout, but it’s shaky and without much force. You want to protest, scold him for interrupting you but suddenly he lifts his head to face you, and you’re faced with wide eyes and blown pupils. He steals a glance at your lips before he licks his own, pink tongue peeking out. You feel like a cornered prey, one that’s about to be devoured by a beast. When he hovers mere millimeters above your lips he pauses as if to ask for permission and the sigh you let out makes him know that everything’s okay. That everything he’s ever wanted, wished for, dreamed of, is real.

That losing your memory for a second made you desperate to make more meaningful ones.

And you kiss.

While curiosity did kill the cat, satisfaction definitely brought it back.

[fiorella-a]

A secret to be kept

Streamer! Aged up! Future! Kenma x Reader

Concept:

-While playing a horror game full of jumpscares, he blurted out something– and that something was supposed to be a surprise for you.

Info:

-Gn! Reader

-Fluff

-Some cussing here and there

•Kodzuken is online

•Kodzuken's stream will start in 1 minute!

•Kodzuken is now live, click to join!

"Hello Everyone. Good evening, afternoon or morning to each of you here. Today we are playing a game called?"

"The hunt!" You say excitedly, "Me and Kenma are in a call because I'm currently visiting a friend."

Kenma smiles at the camera while nodding at your words.

Chat:

:LMAO THOUGHT U KICKED THEM OUT 😭😠

:Heard that's a scary game

:Start! Start! Start! ✊✊✊

Kenma pauses while reading the chat, "alright Calm down and let's play the game, Y/n do you wanna read the game's information?"

"This game is in beta and is currently being observed for issues or bugs, please leave your reviews on what should be changed or whatnot.

Warning: this game will contain jumpscares out of nowhere. For those with weak hearts, please exit the game immediately.

You and your friends (recommended to play in multiplayer) decided to go camping out in Icho Woods, that's famous for it's haunted stories. Finding out there is no such thing as Icho Woods, you are now stuck in the middle of nowhere and desperately surviving. But hey! At least the haunted stories are true, though.

The game is fictional, anything that references in real life is pure coincedence."

After reading, you breathe in and out, "that was breathtaking. Now let's go on, shall we?"

Kenma nods his head before replying to you, "let's go."

Chat

:GOODLUCK YA'LL

:Hi! One of the developers here, hope you enjoy it :)

:NO WAY

:GET THE SCREENSHOTS YA'LL

:Blessing to be in this stream fr 😩

:(2)

"Okayyy we spawned in" you say in a surprised tone

"One of the creators of the game is here. I recommend adding a short cutscene of how we got here." Kenma looks at the camera and smiles politely.

Chat:

:The smile‼️‼️

:We're working on it! We're also planning on adding more lives for the players.

:AYO THE DEVELOPERS ARE SO NICE

A crawl was heard along with the sound of cracking bones. "What the hell was that? If i could be an emoji, it'd be the crying one" You say as you laugh nervously

Kenma chuckles at you, "No need to be af– THE FUCK?" Kenma swears as he gets killed.

Chat:

:We're working on that bug! If you stay at the spawn too long it'll kill you, promise we're working on it.

:Developers sweating nervously 💀

:LMAO STOP IT 😭

"Okay, I got killed too, yay!" You say still clearly nervous.

"Alright, follow me, love. I see a shed over there" Kenma says as he goes in first before your character follows along.

"We won't get killed here, right?" Kenma says jokingly

Chat:

:Nope! ☺️

:IMAGINE IF THE ROOF BREAKS AND THEY DIE

Kenma smiles at the chats.

"There's a battery here, i think it's for a light? A car? I'm not sure." You say to Kenma and at the chat.

"Oh, is that all?" "Yeah" "Alright, let's go out."

As Kenma opens the door at the shed, the monster was lurking around and spotted them. Giving them a thrill-chase. The monster climbs onto a tree before finally ending them.

"FUCK WILL YOU MARRY ME"

"HUH?!"

Chat:

:AYO KENMA?

:As developers, we didn't expect to help in a marriage.

:BRO IS DOWN BAD

:📷📸

Kenma coughs as he realizes what he said "Let's exit the game."

"Sure, sure." You agreed and followed along with him.

Once you both left the game, Kenma spoke again "Once you get home from your trip, we can talk about what I said" He says as he turns off his camera at the stream.

"Alrighty, Love."

"I'll end the stream now, don't worry, we'll leave in a review afterwards. Goodbye, chat"

"Babye, everyone!" You say with excitement.

Chat:

:*Gets onto knees* will u marry me bb? LMAO

:STOP MAKING FUN OF HIM, HE'S CLEARLY FLUSTERED YA'LL

:Bye for the two of you <33

:Looking forward to the reviews! Thank you and enjoy your happy life ❤️

:BYE BYE KENMA & BYEBYE Y/N!

•Stream ended 13 seconds ago

•Kenma is offline

[lizardaggro]

the pulse of death, prologue 1

alrighty guys, here it is! vampire!twst au!!! please don't make fun of the title i'm sensitive about it... in any case, you'll notice from the title that this is just part one of the prologue. that's because this sucker is gonna be long af, and you're just gonna have to deal.

genre: gn!reader, will include romance, fluff, and angst down the line tw: none so far. yay! wc:3133

Twas an ordinary day, much like any other. After arriving home from your daily responsibilities, more than ready to mindlessly read fanfiction on your phone. You collapsed onto bed, looking for something to occupy the time until you were ready to fall asleep. Insomnia was something that had plagued you off and on for years; it became much less of an issue once you became an adult and were able to set your own schedule, but still. It wasn’t like it was predictable when you’d be able to embrace the night at last, either, but you managed somehow.

If asked what time it was when you were finally graced with a deep slumber, you couldn’t say. Perhaps it gradually crept up on you, so that you didn’t have the chance to notice. You didn’t remember your dreams, you never did. At some wee hour of the morning, you were awoken by who knows what, a haze still clouding your mind. You couldn’t recall if you’d brushed your teeth or not before you knocked out, so you made your way to the bathroom. Neglecting to flip the light switch due to the soft glow of the nightlight you couldn’t sleep without, you glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

Much to your surprise, instead of your own reflection, you saw a rather odd face staring back at you. It didn’t have much color to it, quite literally, but there was a bright green mist floating around it. Okay. This was fine. You must still be dreaming. It was then that the mirror-face-thing began to speak. Its voice was deep and ominous, but for some odd reason, you didn’t feel frightened. This was only a dream after all, wasn’t it?

“Oh, lovely and noble flower of evil. Magic mirror, tell me, who is the fairest of them all?” it? intoned. “O, one who has been guided by the Mirror of Darkness. Take the hand reflected in the mirror, and never, ever let go.”

As if right on cue, a ghastly hand appeared in the mirror. But it didn’t stop there, reaching beyond the mirror’s bounds and extending toward your form. You shivered as you felt its cold touch. You faintly heard the sound of horses braying in the distance, and perhaps hooves on pavement. There wasn’t much of a chance to register what that could mean, though, as your consciousness began to fade.

When you awoke again, your memories of what had happened were blurry at best. Everything was dark, and the surface you were lying on was hard. Were you going insane, or were you stood upright somehow? Wanting to better understand your predicament, you lifted your arms to feel around you. You were quickly able to determine that you were in a box of some kind. Now that certainly wasn’t ominous at all.

You didn’t have to ponder your fate for long, though, as you heard a voice from somewhere outside. “Hngh, gotta find some clothes so I can fit in,” they mumbled, as if they didn’t expect anyone to hear. It was a slightly nasally sort of voice, almost inhuman in a way. “Stupid coffins won’t open.” Wait, coffins? “Fnyaa, take that! The Great Grim’s special fire blast!” the voice shouted.

The gears in your brain began to turn, processing what that could mean. You had your answer sooner than you would’ve liked, as your little box began to become uncomfortably hot. Too hot. The lid blew off with a little ‘pop,’ and you were able to see at last.

You were in a grand room, with a medieval sort of theme to its décor, and rather dim lighting. There were floating coffins all along the walls, and you quickly surmised that you must’ve been in one as well. Then you turned your attention to the person in front of you. At least, you had assumed it was a person, but it appeared you were mistaken.

“…a cat?” you let out without quite realizing. The creature who’d freed you from that box was indeed a cat, with gray fur, and rather curiously, blue flames licking at its ears. It had a pitchfork-shaped tip for a tail, and a gray-and-white striped scrap of cloth around its neck, reminiscent of a collar.

“Hnngh, the Great Grim is not a cat!” it said. Because of course, the cat could talk. Why not, you supposed, when you had no idea how you’d gotten here and there were objects blatantly defying gravity in the background. “Now, give me your clothes!” it? demanded. You weren’t sure of the cat’s gender; the voice sounded vaguely male-inclined, but one could never be sure.

“I beg your pardon?” you asked, stunned. What use would a not-cat have for human clothes? It was plain to see they wouldn’t fit, and you didn’t think your fashion sense was that revolutionary. Though the fabric did feel a bit different than you were used to, smoother and softer, as if it were made of silk or the like.

You took the opportunity to give yourself a once-over and gasped in shock. You were most certainly not wearing what you had fallen asleep in. You donned a black hooded robe, with golden embroidery and royal purple detailing. You patted yourself down; it seemed you still had your old clothes on underneath, but your pockets were empty, no phone to be found.

“You won’t hand them over? Then I’ll just have to take them from you!” Grim, you assumed that was its name, shouted as it began chasing you, spitting fire from its mouth. Of course, you did what any individual of sound mind would do, and ran for your life. You still didn’t know how you’d ended up here, and there was no way you were going to keel over and die without finding out.

You dashed through corridor after corridor, until you found yourself in a room that resembled a library. Except, naturally, a number of books were hovering in the air, as well as the lanterns that lit the room. In awe at the silent beauty of the ambience, you momentarily forgot your life-threatening situation and gazed around.

You were interrupted soon enough, because Grim was on a mission and had no manners. “You can’t escape the Great Grim! Now hand them over!” Your eyes widened; you had no plan to save yourself in this moment, nowhere to run to. You shut your eyes tight, expecting the pain of being burned to death. But it never came.

When you opened an eye to survey the situation, you saw something rather… questionable. Grim had been bound by a whip of some sort, and was squirming against their restraints. Sure, they’d inadvertently tried to kill you, and allegedly weren’t a cat, but wasn’t this some sort of animal cruelty? Were they even an animal if they breathed fire?

“Fnyaa, what is this?! Let me go!!” Grim demanded. You weren’t expecting it, but a reply came from who knows where. “Ah, ‘tis my Lash of Love!” a voice exclaimed rather flamboyantly. Soon the speaker stepped into view. They were a rather tall individual, adorned with a mask with a beak shape on it. Their voice did indeed match their appearance, which you could only describe as some sort of obnoxiously accessorized medieval cosplay. It went with the building, you supposed.

The person then turned to you. It felt like their piercing yellow eyes saw right through you. “You there, you really must learn to keep your familiar in check- hmm? How peculiar. Pray tell, just what is a human doing here?” they inquired, which only served to confuse you further. What was a familiar? Why would you being a human be odd?

“Um, sir? I don’t want to assume anything though… Well, I’m not sure what you mean exactly,” you began hesitantly, fidgeting with your hands behind your back. “I just woke up inside a coffin in this big room, and then Grim came and blew the lid off and started demanding I give them my clothes. Was I kidnapped. Is this a cult? Where is this? I’m so confused…”

“A cult?” The individual snorted, puffing out their chest. “Certainly not. You may address me as Sir Dire Crowley, and I am the headmaster of this prestigious institution, Night Raven College. I would assume that the ride from the Ebony Carriage had addled your brain, but I do not recall allowing the admission of a human. How odd… Perhaps it was the will of the Dark Mirror?” He mused to himself. You had no idea what any of that meant, other than that this place was a school that Crowley ran.

The man stared off into space, thinking, for a while. Then he seemed to have a little ‘aha!’ moment and began speaking again. You could only listen intently, hoping to glean any sort of information that might be relevant to your situation. “Well then. Since the Dark Mirror has willed it, we have no choice but to oblige. You will remain here at Night Raven College. Only time will tell what secrets your mortal form may be hiding. Ahh, aren’t I so generous?” he preened. You’d begun to have a rather positive impression of Crowley, aside from the whole ‘lash of love’ comment, but that was crashing and burning now.

You had so many questions, but Crowley clearly had his own agenda, and you doubted he’d answer any of them. He spun dramatically on his heel and gestured toward the exit, still dragging Grim behind him. “Come along now, the entrance ceremony has already begun. We wouldn’t want to miss your debut into vampire society, now would we?” The fuck? Did he just say vampire? As in the supernatural creatures people on the internet simped for like no other? This was turning out to be quite the adventure.

You got the impression he really didn’t care what you thought though, so you just shuffled along behind him, doing your best to calm your nerves. First order of business: make sure you weren’t actually dreaming. You slapped your hands to your cheeks, shoujo-anime style, and to your surprise as much as your disappointment, it hurt. You weren’t dreaming. Probably. Second, uh, what came second? Not dying, probably. Yes, that was important.

Sooner rather than later, as much as you dragged your feet, you arrived at your destination: the room you’d initially awoken in. Only this time, the floating coffins were empty, and the room was jam-packed with people. You took a moment to consider if this was some sort of elaborate prank, but then you remembered the terror you’d felt when running from Grim. The fire they’d spat out had been very much real.

Scanning over the crowd, several hooded figures, all wearing the same robes they were, stood out to them the most. It was a varied group in every way, and you could almost swear one of them had cat ears, like those cosplay accessories some people wore. Whatever, you weren’t judging. Crowley looked weirder, in your not-so-humble opinion. They were all on an elevated platform of some sort, likely indicating a position of authority. If this was really a school and not a cult, maybe they were the student council?

“Headmaster Crowley, where were you?” the shortest one of the bunch inquired. “We had to start the ceremony without you.” Oops. That was your fault, you supposed. It wasn’t like you could help it though, and technically Grim was to blame more than anyone. You just hoped no one would be too mad.

“Ah, yes, I had to take a bit of a detour. One of the new students had managed to escape their coffin, and their familiar went on a bit of a rampage,” Crowley explained, not looking the least bit apologetic. You could feel all the eyes in the room turn to you, and you pulled your hood down lower in response. You didn’t know how much of that vampire nonsense was true, but you really didn’t care to be sussed out as a human or an outsider.

“Very well,” the diminutive person replied. “As long as we can wrap things up now.” “Yes, of course, Mr. Riddle. Now then,” he turned to you, “Step in front of the Dark Mirror and say your name.” You weren’t too sure what this ‘dark mirror’ was, but quickly figured it to be the giant mirror in the middle of the room. Who would’ve guessed? Following instructions, you took your place in front of it and stared straight ahead.

There was a face in the mirror, surrounded by an eerie mist. It seemed vaguely familiar somehow, but you couldn’t quite place it. Even more so than Mr. Crow Man, it felt as if it knew something about yourself lost even to you. You stated your name, not wanting to be the center of all this attention any longer. What that was supposed to do you didn’t know, but the face hummed, as if it were thinking about something.

“This one is suited for no dormitory,” it stated at last. Ah, so the purpose of this strange ritual was to be some sort of rip-off Sorting Hat. Go figure. But what did it mean that you were rejected? “Their soul is clear and polished, not like the rest. And they possess no magic, not a drop.”

Well no fucking duh! Of course you weren’t going to suddenly develop magical powers just because you’d been kidnapped straight out of your bed! But you could hardly say that now. If these people really did have some sort of inhuman abilities, pissing them off was the last thing you wanted to do. It was better to keep your mouth shut and play along for now.

One could hear a pin drop in the room after the mirror’s declaration. It seems no one knew how to respond. Even Crowley appeared to be stumped; you’d assumed he expected you to have more to you than meets the eye, but you were one-hundred percent certain you were just an ordinary, human, college student.

“Ahaha,” Crowley’s nervous laughter cut through the silence like a knife. “Come now, child, we’ll discuss this matter further in my office.” With that, he grabbed you by the arm and began to unceremoniously drag you out of the room. Now you knew how Grim felt.

Speaking of Grim, it appeared they were finally tired of being dragged along. With a burst of bright blue flame, they broke through their restraints and began shouting fervently. “If that human doesn’t have any magic, then make me a student instead! The Great Grim will show you just how powerful he is!” he exclaimed, spitting fire all around the room.

Everything quickly devolved into chaos after that. You weren’t there to bear witness to it though, as someone gently took you by the arm and escorted you straight out of that mess. You were grateful, sure, but also very confused. You knew it wasn’t Crowley; that man likely couldn’t care less about your safety. Was it one of the students then?

Once safely in the outside corridor, you turned to verify the identity of your rescuer. He was a personable individual, that much was true. You were pretty sure he was too old to still be in school, but then again, people could start college whenever they chose. His hair was quite fascinating all on its own. It was mostly white, but where it parted off to one side, it was black, making for quite the contrast. That couldn’t be natural. He wasn’t wearing the same robes as everyone else either. That left you utterly confused as to who you were dealing with.

The man eyed you up and down, likely judging. “Hmm. I thought I’d caught the scent of a human on campus, but I didn’t think I’d be correct. Come with me, pup, and I’ll get you all straightened out.” That was it. No introduction, no explanation, nothing. But you went with him anyway. What choice did you have? At least he didn’t yank you like Crowley had.

The mystery man led you into what appeared to be an office of sorts, though there was some sort of giant metal pot in the center of the room. Because nothing could be normal here. He motioned for you to have a seat in one of the plush armchairs opposite the spacious desk. You obliged, more than happy to give your legs a rest after all that running.

Your savior took a seat at the desk, which you assumed was his. Perhaps he was a teacher here. That would make sense. He gazed at you for a moment, likely contemplating something. You returned his stare, not wanting to let your nerves show. You were well aware of your position here, and you were not about to make yourself any more vulnerable than you already were.

Finally, after a few tense moments, he began to speak. “I believe an introduction is in order. I am Divus Crewel, professor of alchemy here at Night Raven College. Since our dear headmaster has declined to do so, I will see to it that your needs are met while you remain here,” he explained. “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, but Crowley is utterly unreliable. As such, you should come to me whenever you have a problem, pup.”

You nodded along, shocked that someone was actually willing to help you instead of dragging you along or outright attacking you. You could get used to this. It would be good to have an ally here in this unfamiliar place. You wouldn’t completely bare your heart to the man, of course, but this was a start.

“Thank you, Professor Crewel. I was wondering if you’d be willing to answer a few questions for me, actually.” A few was a bit of an understatement, but you’d try to keep it to the essentials out of respect for his time. He gave the impression that he was a busy man.

“Go on, pup. I’m sure you have plenty of things to be curious about,” Crewel offered with a wave of his hand. You were grateful for his understanding. Crowley hadn’t exactly done a great job of explaining. That is to say, all you knew was that this was a school. “Um, first of all, what’s this about vampires?” Wow, way to get straight to the point. It had been your intention to ask more general questions about what was going to happen to you and if you could go home, but it just slipped out somehow. But as Crewel narrowed his eyes, you got a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that curiosity may have just killed the cat.

[midgardian-witch]

From the prompt list: “You’re the one avoiding me.” with Steven? 🥺

Alrighty! This turned a little angsty (like a tiny bit). I hope that's ok, anon!

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Send me a prompt from this list + a character and I'll write a short reader drabble

tags: friends to lovers (kinda) | angst(y) (a tiny bit) | gn!reader

ships: Steven Grant/Reader

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Edit: added AO3 link

"You're the one avoiding me."

"So why are you avoiding me?" 

You look at him sternly, your hands placed firmly on the gift shop counter. Steven freezes like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You're the one avoiding me!", he blurts out in a panic. From the corner of his eye he can see Marc facepalming in the metallic surface of a scarab keychain. 

You raise your eyebrow, your face a perfect mixture of disbelief and amusement. With a short laugh you shake your head.

"Really, Steven?" 

"I'm sorry. I panicked.", he mumbles, his hands fidgeting with his sleeves. Your posture relaxes and you start feeling a little guilty about cornering Steven at work. You just didn't know how else to approach him, since he stopped visiting all the places you would usually meet, either planned or by accident. 

"I just-..."

You look at Steven intently, eyes never wavering, urging him to continue. 

Just say it, Steven. We talked about this. 

He knew Marc was right but he just couldn’t. Nerves were bubbling up in his throat and just thinking about confessing to you made him choke up. 

You were used to Steven stumbling over his words when he was excited but this was unfamiliar. Steven wasn't really one to be tongue-tied like this. It made you worry and feel even more guilty for forcing this conversation on him during his work shift. 

"It's ok. You don't have to explain if you don't want to, Steven.", you try to paddle back and diffuse the situation, "Just-... Could you not avoid me anymore? I miss you."

Steven feels his heart drop into his stomach. He never wanted to hurt you, he just doesn't want to lose you by confessing his more than platonic feelings for you.

He swallows hard and nods. With a smile he replies: "I won't. I promise."

You take a deep breath and return his smile. Slowly you take a step back from the counter. 

"Alright then. Uhm- text me when you feel like talking. Or just hanging out. We don't have to talk. Just-" You clear your throat awkwardly. "You know…", you finish lamely. 

Steven can do nothing but stare at you. Even like this all he can think about is how in love with you he is. 

He is pulled out of his reverie by the sight of Donna approaching behind you. You notice how his face suddenly drops and follow his gaze. As you realize that his mean-mannered boss is coming your way you give Steven a small wave and turn to leave with a silent Call me on your lips. 

He watches you go, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest he can't even hear Donna berate him.