#OMW THIS IS ACTUALLY GOING SOMEWHERE??.

[pinkalmondcake]

Your brain rot for GoT LU has spread to me and now I can't stop thinking about it

I've been thinking on how FD would be apart of this cross over when I randomly thought how he could be the Night King. I love myself some evil FD, and I absolutely loved the Night King while watching the show. It's so silly

Love ya ♥

... YOU'RE GIVING ME AN IDEA MY SWEET ANON!!!

OKAY SO- Fierce Warrior from my au was one of the First Men and was a warrior and was one of the men to help build the wall 👀👀

But then a rivalry came between the children of the forest and the first men and Fierce then (who was a loyal man to the Old Gods and lived with honour and dignity) had to suffer for his brethren as he had a treaty with the forest children to end the war between the children of the forest and the first men but his people betrayed him, angering the children even more before they then sacrificed Fierce due to the treaty they had.

And because of the piling hatred he felt when he was being murdered...the rage, the sorrow...it manifested into the blade that created him, making him fierce deity - which in other words means the Night King, or something different than the Night King...like a being never seen it heard but watches from the shadows...like maybe he becomes the ice dragon in the tale Martin has though I haven't read it yet or know what it's truly about but evil FD? Yes.

Yes. YES. I CRAVE MORE.

Anon you beautiful genius!!! You're making this au even more...tasty 👀👀✨💖

Love you too!! 💖💓💗

[owl-with-a-pen]

Kara had been juggling so many duties over the last few days, it had really started to feel like she had a secret identity all over again. Her fingers had been a constant blur across her phone screen, so much that she’d jumped into several meetings without knowing what they were even about or – for that matter – that she had meant to have been leading them. She could have gotten away with that as Kara Danvers, but people tended to notice when Kara Zor-El got distracted - probably because it usually meant an Earth-wide threat was imminent.

She’d already had to reassure five separate co-workers that wasn’t the case, even going as far as cutting her final editorial meeting thirty minutes short so that everyone could start their Fridays early. Maybe that just made them more suspicious of her, but she was running out of time. Alex had already sent her three warning texts:

Car’s packed up, where are you?

Don’t make me call a DEO emergency just to get your butt out of there!

⌚👈🏻 ???

Kara rolled her eyes, catching her tongue between her teeth as she scanned the most recent notification. She sent a quick ‘OMW’ before slinging her bag across her shoulder.

She was halfway out the office door when a voice stopped her in her tracks.

“So, any plans this weekend?”

Kara froze.

Cat Grant usually spent her Friday afternoons lamenting all the charity dinners and extracurriculars she’d be forced to attend while Kara nodded along with a well-practiced sympathetic grimace locked in place. She’d long since accepted this as a one-sided expectation. After all, Cat didn’t really do small talk. Call it the journalistic disposition, but no question of hers ever came without intention.

She’d posed this particular question with an expectant air, her fingers loosely linked beneath her chin as she watched Kara with cat-like patience from behind her desk.

Kara took a shallow breath, knowing already what those piercing eyes were trying to gauge. “Actually,” she said, treading carefully, “I’m out of town this weekend. I’m visiting my adoptive mom with my sister.”

Cat’s lips twitched with something predatory. She lifted her chin, snatching up a pen from her desk so that she could play idly with the clicker. Every click was as intentional as her question, drilling deep into Kara’s skull. “Ah,” she said, nodding slowly, “and so I suppose one would assume that there won’t be much Supergirl activity to account for, then?”

Kara laughed, fiddling nervously with the collar of her blouse. “Even Supergirl needs a vacation every once in a while. You’ve seen the figures, crime is at an all-time low, National City can last a weekend without me.”

Cat watched Kara without expression, still clicking out a calculated rhythm. “I suppose,” she conceded lightly. “Especially with that new DEO division headed by your… friend, right? John?”

“J’onn,” Kara corrected.

“Yes, yes, that’s the one.” Cat bit her lip. “Wide shoulders.” Her eyes lost focus before she shrugged suddenly, setting down her pen with a prompt snap. “I wonder what he’ll be up to.”

“You know the DEO doesn’t give interviews,” Kara reminded her, trying and failing to hide the strain in her voice. “Not even to Supergirl.”

“Of course.” Cat pondered for a moment, cocking her head. “And the little green one works there too, doesn’t he?”

Kara sighed, the purposeful ignorance wasn’t lost on her, just as Cat had intended. She tipped her head back, resigning herself to the conversation. “What are you getting at, Ms Grant?”

Cat blinked, perfectly innocent. “Just counting heads. I only wonder if we’ll be seeing much of your Super Friends over the next few days… with you out of town, of course.”

Kara pursed her lips, drumming her fingers against the doorframe. “Well, they’re more than capable of managing themselves without me.”

“So, we will be seeing them?”

Kara spluttered. She’d really stepped into that one. “It’s a big city,” she recovered quickly, “I’m sure there’ll be out there somewhere.”

“Interesting,” Cat said, dragging the word out long enough to make Kara uncomfortable. She hummed to herself, running her index finger delicately over the items on her desk until she found her phone, snatching it up. “I need to make a few calls,” she decided, shooing Kara out of the room with her other hand. “Have fun with your—mother.”

Kara took that as her cue, making an awkward albeit flustered goodbye as she elbowed her way out the door. She didn’t try to listen in on the conversation once she was gone – she didn’t need to - Cat had seen through her as plainly as she had her old disguise.

Technically, what Kara had told her wasn’t exactly a lie. She would be seeing Eliza this weekend – after all, she’d been invited to Nia and Brainy’s wedding, too.

It didn’t matter, Kara rationalised as she hurried into the elevator, Cat could call on every source she had available to her and she still wouldn’t be getting this scoop. No one would. Kara had been incredibly thorough about that, using fake names when it came to bookings, throwing out red herrings to rival news outlets, all to ensure that the media didn’t get even one whiff of what was going down. No one was getting a camera into the service on her watch – well, except the photographer, and Kara had already run a series of extensive background checks on her.   

As for general media speculation – well, she’d already warned the bride and groom to be that there really wasn’t much she could do about that. Every magazine in the country was currently building up the clicks with Superhero news and, right now, Dreamer and Brainiac-5 were trending across all channels. Cat certainly hadn’t helped with that; she’d sunk her claws into the story the second Dreamer had first been spotted out toting a Legion ring of her own. To avoid public knowledge of future events, the Legion was something of a forbidden topic when it came to interviews and so, for anyone outside of the loop, Dreamer suddenly wearing a ring matching Brainy’s was certainly turning heads.

Engagement had been thrown around hundreds of times, with other outlets outright claiming that she and Brainy had been married in secret. Nothing had been confirmed or denied by either party, but Kara had to admit it– you only needed eyes to see the chemistry between those two. They fought as one entity, complimenting each other’s stances, supporting each other in the field so that they always fell into step with each other. Just last week, Brainy had swept Dreamer into his arms amidst an explosion they’d narrowly escaped and the shot had been headlining every newspaper not twelve hours later. They were anything but discreet and, honestly, Kara had a hunch they were starting to enjoy all the attention. It certainly made her job as Maid of Honour that much harder.

Hiding this wedding was probably shaving years off her life.

At least it would be worth it when she got to see Nia go down that aisle.

When her phone pinged again with a fourth text from Alex, Kara groaned out loud.

You just lost shotgun privilege.

She just had to get there first.

[miamierre]

pierre/charles and "Hot Single Parent and babysitter/nanny"

18. Hot Single Parent and babysitter/nanny

It's embarrassing, Charles thinks as he waits at the stoplight around the corner from his street, that he's on his way home now and not, you know, two and a half hours later than what he'd told the babysitter. He hadn’t even been out for more than an hour in the first place, including driving to the restaurant—

It’s the last time he lets Carlos set him up on a fucking date, so help him. You should stop using those single dad apps, he’d insisted while they were standing in line to pay for their cafeteria lunches, I know a guy.

And sure, Charles had been a little skeptical, especially because Carlos isn’t exactly known for his judgment around the office, but it’s been ages since he’s been out for real—Hervé is his life from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep, and it’s been that way since he was born. There’d been no time for dating, or really anything that wasn’t his son.

But Carlos had been insistent that Charles would like this guy. He is fun, he’d promised, and Charles, because he’s terrible at saying no, had agreed.

Of course, that agreement had hinged upon his life-saving babysitter, Pierre, being available.

I'm going out tomorrow night, he'd texted after pulling into the preschool parking lot, are you around to watch Hervé for the night? Pierre, of course, because he is the most reliable babysitter Charles has ever known, is free—so it’d been set, and Charles had gone out after giving Pierre the usual walkthrough of the house even though they’ve done this plenty of times before. Pierre had smiled at him easily, nodded, promised that Hervé is in good hands (something Charles knows without even having to hear it from Pierre himself) and Charles had said I’ll be home by 11, you can use my card to buy whatever you like.

“Don’t worry, Charles,” Pierre had murmured, resting a comforting hand on his bicep. The warmth of his palm had seeped right through Charles’ dress shirt. “Go out and have fun.” His smile had gotten wider, then, and it’d only struck Charles there, moments before he was about to go out on his first date in over three years, that Pierre is handsome. Really, just—handsome is a tasteful way of putting it, which he’d begged himself to stick to because, again, date.

So Charles left. Drove to the restaurant that Carlos had texted him the address to.

And, half an hour in, he’d left. Max was—Charles is going to kill his coworker for this, making him think that it would be a good time. There’s no spark and Charles knew it the moment they’d sat down, but he’d tried to at least stick it out because, maybe he’s just rusty after all this time.

No. There’s no two ways around it, it is simply a bad date. Charles doesn’t even feel bad for excusing himself to the bathroom and then bolting because talking to drying paint would be more interesting than whatever had been happening between them.

He only remembers that he hadn’t actually told Pierre he was on his way home until now, though—five minutes away from his house, at the world’s longest red light. He grabs his phone to shoot off a quick omw back message only to realize, to his chagrin, that it’d died somewhere between the restaurant and here. Stupid Google Maps.

The light finally turns green, and Charles tries his damnedest not to speed the rest of the way back. He doesn’t care that he doesn’t have a romantic life right now. Hervé is the only thing that matters to him, really—he’s sure spending time making faces at his son and giggling with him over wooden puzzles would be a thousand times more interesting than whatever obnoxious commentary Max was trying to give about…shit, Charles doesn’t even remember. He’ll pay Pierre for the whole night anyway, because it’s only right, but…he just wants to be home. The sight of his driveway is a bigger relief than he could’ve possibly imagined. He all but tumbles out of the driver’s seat, locking his car haphazardly and practically skipping up his front steps to knock, once, on the door.

Wait, he realizes flatly, this is my house. He’s about to open the door himself when it swings backwards and…

There’s Pierre. The look on his face goes from at ease to surprised in a moment, and he shifts on his feet to balance Hervé on his hip, keeping him snugly held against him. “Charles,” he says, eyebrows high on his forehead. “I thought you were—on a date?” He steps aside and Charles enters his own house, entirely enchanted by the sight before him.

“Papa!” Hervé exclaims, reaching one arm out to grab for him. He doesn’t loosen his hold on Pierre, though. “Me ‘n Pear pizza!!” His face is so bright with joy, laughter twinkling in his eyes, and a lump forms in Charles’ throat at the sight of it: his whole world, babbling delightedly as the babysitter…is beaming his full attention right at him, both arms now keeping him carefully tucked close.

“Yeah, big man,” Pierre murmurs, and then turns to Charles, “I ordered pizza and thought you were, um, the guy.” He laughs softly, then shrugs. “It should be here any minute, now, so you two can—if you haven’t already eaten, I—”

“No,” Charles interrupts hastily, waving a hand. Pierre’s mouth closes, protest stopped. For a moment, he can only stare: Hervé with his cheek smushed on Pierre’s shoulder, Pierre’s hold so casual yet careful as they stand in the hall. His son is good with people, Charles knows, but this is different. The fondness rolling off of the babysitter in waves is different than anything Charles has ever felt before, even when he quirks his brows at the extended silence. Oh. “No, um, you should—you should stay for dinner, Pierre. It’s.” Why is he nervous? This is his babysitter he’s talking to, not some—some date he’s meeting for the first time. “I came back early, you should at least eat with us.”

Pierre’s eyes, already warm with affection for Hervé, light up even more at the invitation. “Are you sure?”

Charles is. “Yes, yes, of course.” He tilts his head towards the kitchenette. “I’ll pay you for the whole night, but you should at least stay for dinner. I—” he coughs. “I think Hervé would love that.”

“Pear, Pear!” Hervé exclaims in agreement. It only takes a few moments before Pierre is smiling hugely, nodding along. Charles feels like a whole ton has been lifted off his shoulders. He’s not entirely sure why.

[lix-ables]

. . # give me attention ˚ ₊ ✧

🖇️ pairing — hentai artist jisung x f.reader

🖇️ mdni, 18 + content.

PART I. | masterlist

🖇️ word count. 1.9k

🖇️ smut includes — switch!jisung + switch!reader, use of mirror (again yes) degradation (reader gets called slut, desperate, pathetic, etc + ji gets called desperate etc), perv!ji, slight oral fixation, teasing, cum swallowing, grinding, mentions of edging, slight sexting, slight mastrubation, dirty talk, mentions of lingerie kink and gagging, etc.

note. sigh. it's finally here. it took me a while to draft all the somewhat plot (??) and the other things, but it's FINALLY HERE. this fic has become my baby, please be kind to it, and show it some love. id appreciate it so much ‹3 enjoy reading bbs.

© lix-ables. translating and/or reposting is not allowed.

jisung couldn’t stop thinking about last week.

in fact it hadn’t left his mind and he refused to let it leave. it was his drug. rather it was you - the way you look for him, the way you’d dress up for him, just like that day. the day that he wished would happen again. oh, how he’d do anything to replay that over and over again. he thought it was funny, amusing actually, how you were willing to help him out, be his inspiration for his work - without a question of course.

he found himself texting you, in between his work, just as he was leaving the studio. just as jisung locked the door, his fingers flew across the keyboard, sending you a message about the last thing he had in mind - you.

jisung: baby

you: hii ji

jisung: hey baby

you: what’s upp

jisung: so im omw home, wrapping things up in the studio and

you: oh you’ll be home early?

you: want me to cook you something?

jisung: are you goin to be wearing that cute lacy apron when i get home?

jisung: with nothing under?

jisung: just you, that apron and that sweet piece of ass?

you: jii~

jisung: sorry sorry

jisung: anyway, i was having some thoughts angel and

you: uh huh

jisung: what do you think about

jisung: me using those new lingerie set

jisung: or rather you using them

jisung: the next time i fuck you?

you: babeeee

you: can’t you just come home and tell me?

jisung: well, i could

jisung: but i think i wanna imagine how you’re blushing

jisung: thinking about me being inside you

jisung: want me to fuck you on the counter, hm?

you: just get home, mister.

that full stop. either you were mad at his sudden outburst, or you were just turned on, and jisung really hoped it was the second.

with his mind sketching an image of you just laying in your shared bed, sprawled - with your fingers in buried inside you, your whines filling the whole apartment - he was dizzy. but he didn’t think he would actually see it happen in person, in front of him. you let him believe you were mad at him, for texting you something as filthy as that. but you should’ve known, jisung was the type to say anything whenever he wanted, not caring if it affected you or not, especially when it came to things like this.

so when jisung climbed up the stairs to your apartment, opened the door, his ears and the whole place was filled with the sounds of pants coming from somewhere inside - most probably the bedroom. finding the door slightly ajar, he smirks at the sight of you in his shirt, the material barely covering your frame, as your legs spread wider as the second passes.

when he watched your fingers pump in and out of your cunt, he was tempted to stay quiet, waiting for you to realise someone was watching you, he was tempted to bring out his dick, and stroke himself. he’s not going to let you have all the fun, and all by yourself? according to him, that was unacceptable.

pushing the door slightly apart, enough so he could see you and the way you played with yourself when he wasn’t around, jisung bit his lip. as much as he loved seeing you getting off to god knows what, secretly though, he wished it was the text he sent you. and as much as he wanted to see how far you’d go to tease yourself, to curl your fingers inside, he had the urge to interrupt you. he wanted you for himself now.

“how about you leave some fun for me hm?” he speaks up, pushing the door wide open, as he watches you sit up, pulling his shirt to cover your body, smiling innocently at him. “thought you could have a single orgasm before i got home, huh?”

the way jisung said single, the tone in which he said that especially, made your body tingle. a shy nod makes him lean against the doorframe, with his arms crossed at his chest. “just one? what if i gave you a couple more? finish what you started, baby. need you wet enough for me, okay? i want you to make a mess, a big one.”

“but ji, that’s embarrassing -” you start to say, moving your fingers faster at the sight of jisung standing by the doorframe, the way he looked at you making you almost let out a moan. when jisung texted you saying he wanted to see your panties in your mouth, while he was inside you, you had to admit - it got you so wet, but also you started getting shy in front of him as you thought about it - you didn’t realise it would become reality. you knew you were the kind of couple that would talk about anything and everything, but this - this unlocked something in you that you didn’t think existed. until right now.

“then embarrass yourself for me, baby. that’s okay. after all, you did tell me you were going to help me with this strip of the piece i was working on right?” he whispers, mentioning the new hentai comic he was currently drafting, but left it just to see you getting wet all by yourself. “you’re my inspiration, aren’t you? god, i still have thoughts about those photos you sent me last week, so fucking pretty in that dress,” jisung groans, resting his head against the wall, his hand making its way to his now forming boner. “you know how much i’ve wanted to fuck you in that dress? and you didn’t buy it. maybe i should buy it for christmas, you can be my present and i can unwrap you, whaddya think? get a red satin ribbon, tie you up and tease you as well.”

“maybe i could tie you up instead,” you hum, sitting up from your current position to look at your boyfriend. “you’d look so pretty for me - your messed up hair covering your eyes, but i’d force you to look at me as i’m fucking myself on your pillow?” a hand reaches to cup your face, trailing it’s fingers down to where your pulse point was, and jisung’s face hovers over yours, pushing you back down on the bed. “didn’t i say it was my turn? you’re going to watch me come on my hand while touching yourself, and you’re going to keep your eyes on the mirror until i say so.”

the mirror. the reason jisung was so confident when he came to having you where he wanted you. the moment he knew you liked having him thrusting himself inside you, the moment you suggested to get a bigger mirror for his study room - he was gone for you.

“i would, but remember the time you almost came on my hand because you were so desperate for me to just get you off?” you raised an eyebrow at him, making him remove his hand from your face as he stared at you. “remember when i asked you to look at the mirror while i played with your pretty dick? remember when you begged me to stop teasing you and just let you come? or do you want me to remind you again?”

of course jisung remembered. the day you got back home after hanging out with your friends, the day he remembered sending you videos and audios of him teasing himself, the sounds of his fingers making fast and rapid movements around his shaft, could be heard in the background. the day you put him back in his place, but also the day you teased him, and edged him till he learnt his mistake. the day you played for what felt like hours with just his tip, teasing him till he lost it, and let out whimpers, with his back arched and fingers aching to be tangled in your hair.

“look at you begging for me to let you come,” you whispered, your fingers teasing just the tip of his cock, the sounds of his groans and a small whimper being the only thing heard in the room. “look at you being so desperate for me to just lick up all the mess you’re going to make on my face. you want that, don’t you?”

all jisung could do was nod, until a small slap to his thigh made his eyes fall on you, his lips now red from biting it so much to stop himself from moaning. instead of looking at your face, and the way his cock looked in your hand, his gaze turned to the way your tits were pressed up against his left thigh, the feeling of your skin against his making him even harder than earlier.

he squeezes his eyes shut, and you notice it, your thumb stopping any further movements of teasing or touching him. "you need to tell me what you want, baby. i can't help you otherwise," you whisper, your thumb going back to subtly teasing his tip, collecting what little precum formed.

"wanna touch y-you, please," he manages, the slight stuttering tone that jisung had making you chuckle. "touch me where hm? specify and i'll think about it okay?"

"need to suck on y-your tits, please. want them in my mouth," he groans, his hands moving to rest on his sides. "mhmm, no. you can look at them, but no touching. you can watch how much of a mess you'll be making on them okay?"

that was the day he decided he would tease you just the same, with just the same exact passion you had in your eyes when you didn’t let him come for the next hour or so.

“i do remember, but i also remember clearly how the very next day, you whined for me to let you suck on my cock because of how you needed it. remember how much you begged me to leave my sketches and asked me to play with you while you toyed with my cock? begged, no, pleaded like a pathetic little slut for me to come on your face so i could watch you lick every single drop clean, no? how you cried to just have me touch your pretty little cunt,” jisung’s voice drops low enough to get you wet again, and you press your thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“legs wide open baby, i want to see the mess you’ve made. i don’t think it’s wet enough for you to deserve my cock though,” he whispers, fingers trailing down to lift the shirt up, enough so he can see your legs spread slowly at his words.

“please -”

“please what darling? what do you want, hm? do you want me to touch you else where? do you want me to stop completely? you need to use your words, and let me know. i can’t read your mind now can i?” he mumbles, his fingers now curling around your knee, pushing it away a bit before moving low enough so he’s facing your wetness.

“kinda cute how you’ve been turned on since i told you about wanting you have your panties in your mouth while i fucked you. cute, but so so pathetic. but i like it, a bit too much, actually. now, i’m going to get you off on one condition,” he starts, watching you thrust your hips into the air, your toes curling into the sheets under you while your body ached for him to just touch you.

“you’re going to help me with this sketch as well, hm? i just need you to lay pretty in whatever i get you, with me occasionally giving you my cock, as reward of course, but you don’t get to touch anything. after all, you begged me to give you attention yesterday, i’m sure you can handle it hm?”

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[littlelordfuckler0y]

Klaus mikealson x reader Instagram au 5 [masterlist]

dam0nsalvat0re Y/n the entire time we (me mostly) tried telling her about the original nut job:

@unofficialenzo HAHAHAHAHHAHA GOOD ONE

@stefaNN18 Not funny Damon…

@dam0nsalvat0re It’s a joke come on

@bonboniee too soon!

@yourusrname It’s alright—he was right so I guess…

@gilbertelenaaaaa It gets better alr? :/

@yourusrname I know!!! it’s fine really

@carebarre can you even try to be A LITTLE sensitive???

@dam0nsalvat0re That’s exactly what I’m doing! I’m joking about it so she doesn’t cry about their breakup all the time! That’s me being sensitive!!!

@carebarre I have no words

yourusrname Well just me again

@stefaNN18 Why don’t you stay over at ours for a few days?

@yourusrename I seriously don’t mind being alone but thank you mom

@unofficialenzo Ah the Great Depression…

@gilbertelenaaaa I’m coming over

@carebarre Twilight marathon?

@bonboniee GIRLS NIGHT IT IS

@dam0nsalvat0re Are you for real??? You could be out drinking your liver off meeting new people and you’re still dreading?

@yourusrname you’re right….

dam0nsalvat0re no one knows how to deal with a break up better than a Salvatore best friend (steffan excluded)

@bonbonnnie Y/n??????? She didn’t pick up any calls she wasn’t responding to any texts and you didn’t answer either?

@dam0nsalvat0re Oh yeah I took her phone away so she doesn’t drunk call anyone in particular 👍🏼

@unofficialenzo I was the sober company…for 20 minutes

@gilbertelenaaaa THANK GOD she’s alive

@carebear_ WHERE THE HELL DID YOU TAKE HER?

@yourusrame you stupid fucking moron I woke up on a footpath this morning

@dam0nsalvat0re I dropped you home?

@yourusrname you dropped me two blocks down my home ON THE FOOTPATH

@dam0nsalvat0re At least you’re not sad anymore look how happy you look in the photo

@yourusrname I was high. On some really really really really really low quality coke.

@stefaNN18 I am cool with break ups stop lying

@dam0nsalvat0re oh yeah playing monopoly and going to bed at 11 instead of 10 is a great time

@unofficialenzo Don’t forget the self help book suggestions

yourusername Under the same moon I guess

@gilbertelenaaaa you’re going to be okay❤️

@carebear_ We’re going to find you someone MUCH better alright?

@dam0nsalvat0re Dear god you’re STILL not over it ???? Do you want to go for a party somewhere again??

@carebear_ It doesn’t work like that and ABSOLUTELY NOT

@yourusrname Yeah I think I’m gonna pass this time

@bonbonnnie Girls night?

@yourusrname Please yes🥲

@gilbertelenaaa omw

@stefaNN18 Can I tag along? I’m actually cool don’t listen to Damon please I need to make sure you guys are alive by the end of the night

@yourusrname I don’t mind it sure :)

klaus.mikealson. Perhaps it was too good to last. Goodbye, Mystic Falls.

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HI HI sorry yes it’s been a long time since I’ve posted and there’s so many people in my inbox telling me to continue so here it is I promise I’ll post more frequently 😭

Sorry if this ep’s sad or whatever it’ll turn around dw

Drink water and stay hydrated mwah <33

Tags🏷 @lavendercloxds

[blairwitchapologist]

like it’s soooooo sick i’ve had such bad driving anxiety since i broke my wrist in a car accident in november and literally this morning omw to work i was like “wow i think i’m starting to get over that :)” but now it’s like no actually it’s back to square one and i’m going to continue to cry or panic every time i have to get on the highway to go somewhere

[acourtofserpents]

thank you so much for tagging us, @vendetta-if <33

What will you do this summer?

venus - keep working on ACoS, work on my personal wip project, read as much as i can, make some more jewellery, and move to another country by the end of august! (i hope) :D

jae - i’ll study anatomy (for drawing), i need to get better at it.

Is there somewhere you would like to go?

venus - to the beach! i'm omw there right now actually!!

jae - i really want to visit scotland!

Do you have a favorite ice cream flavour?

venus - oreo/cookies and cream.

jae - my favourite ice cream flavour has got to be salted caramel mmmm.

Do you practice/play sports?

venus - i don't!! i wished i did more ice skating or roller skating, but i'm the least athletic person you'll ever meet💔

jae - i don’t play any sport, osteoporosis is mean to me :((

Favorite season in the year?

venus - spring! so many pretty flowers and so many colors EVERYWHERE.

jae - winter, chilly and cozy.

this ask game has been around for a while and i'm pretty sure everyone that wanted to do it already did it, so we won't tag anyone! (but if you see this and haven't done it yet, feel free to do so!)

[zamjd]

Me ranting about Sun halos/SunDogs:

I SWEAR I CANT- IM GOING FERALL AAAAAAA I CNAT BELIEVE JEJNAJAKKSHF

PLS BELIEVE ME BCS I ACTUALLY SAW ONE I DON'T HAVE PROOF BCS WHEN I WENT BACK HOME THE SUN WAS BEHIND MY STUPID HOUSE AND I CNAT LIKE GO AROUND OR SMTH AND IF I WERE TO GO FIND AN AREA TO TAKE A PHOTO I WOULD LITTERALLY HAVE TO BE METERS AWAY FROM MY HOUSEEEE

I DO HAVE A SCRIBBLE OF WHAT I SAW FOMR SCHOOL DOE

(Did some research- IT WAS AN ACTUAL SUN DOG BBY LETS GOOO)

(Small rainbow called circumhorizontal arc or fire rainbow which also is a part of the family of halo phenomenon :)))

OKAY SO SOME CONTEXT BELOW IF YOU WANNA READ-

So around like, 3:15 ish, yknow newly dismissed I was omw to the CR I saw some slanting looking clouds as well as some long thin ones (I think the thin ones are like stratocumulus and the slanting ones are cumulus but not sure didnt study much ;-;(with the sun btw/same direction w/ sun)(also the slanting clouds are a sign of wind shear(which is the change in wind speed and/or direction with increasing altitude in the earth's atmosphere(in other words the wind is faster than regular and there might be a storm soon D:)) I newly searched C:))

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and uh, yeah I thought they were cool and with 0 rizz I tried to flirt and thought "they look pretty I should see them more up close" the CR was on the right wing and the clouds were in the left wing of the building, so I walked back the the very end of the corridor. Admiring them for around uh, 20 mins.

And then I noticed a very faint iridescent curve somewhere at the bottom right of the sun. At first I was tripping bcs my eyes are like having a weird filter bcs of looking at the sky for a long time and I was like double checking and going semi feral, I checked if it curved fully into a circle (not really like, the bottom right of the halo I cannot see)

then a saw a small rainbow/iridescent curve around the halo and I became even more excited and like checked it like 20 times as well as blinking if my eyes were playing some sort of tomfoolery or some bull shit and I started to cry (I am not kidding this was so emotional for me idk why) And I wrote it down incase I might forget and that's when I realize "Oh shit is that another radio tower in the distance right under the sun" LIKE WHAT IS WITH THESE RADIO TOWERS??? FIRST IN MY DREAM AND NOW IRL?????????? WHAT

Anyways I wanted to pic it but like the house when I went home blah blah blah >:CC

BUT LIKE JM SO HAPPY I SAW ANOTHER ONE

yes another one here's my proof for my first one :)

It was also a regular sun halo but I'm happy I got this one >:) (got this before 11pm)

I wanna see more phenomenal like these- like a moon halo, a fogbow, or a fiery iridescent cloud(s) and much much more :D

[thatgirlwithasquid]

Tag 10 people you want to get to know better!

Tagged by @ickypuppi3 (ty <3)

Relationship status: single

Favourite colour: purple but I'm annoying and have a specific shade of purple. I could not tell you what it's called but this-

I just think it's so pretty

Favourite food: cheese and potato pie

Song stuck in your head: currently basically the whole album Maggot by Dazey and The Scouts

Time: it's about quarter to four rn

Dream trip: i actually don't really like going out that much, especially abroad. I'd much rather stay home but if I were to go somewhere then Manchester with my friends again would be fun.

Last book you read: I've been about a third of the way through Radio Apocalypse by Kayleigh Gallagher for the past month - I've just managed to get distracted, whoops!

Last book you enjoyed reading: I didn't actually finish it because I was only rereading it on the bus omw back home after an exam like 2 months back but The Darkest Part Of The Forest by Holly Black. It's not my favourite book but I love it and probably need a new copy because it's getting a bit tatty.

Last book you hated reading: The Infinate Sea by Rick Yancey. The 5th Wave was a good read but that one? Yikes. I finished it fueled by pure stubborness and complained the entire time. Still debating reading the last book in the trilogy for the sake of completion, though.

Favourite thing to cook/bake: I'm not great at cooking but the things I make most often are pancakes or eggy bread. They're real comfort foods and they're hella easy.

Favourite craft to do in your free time: drawing? I absolutely adore sketching in ballpoint pen - I have a whole 15 pack of these WHSmith pens exclusively for sketching in because they just feel so nice for it!! My work notebook is a solid 25% doodles, lol.

Most niche dislike: oooh, here's a couple: the texture of paper, the knowledge that there are arteries in my legs (idk why do not ask it just makes me feel squirmy and ick), having literally any length to my nails beyond the beds

Opinion on circus(es): I do not think I have any opinions on circuses. I've never been, I don't think, and know very little about them other than what they are.

Do you have a sense of direction: aha not at all. I've tried to get a grasp on where things are but I have no clue literally ever. Whenever my irl friends try to dumb down their directions for me I just sorta go '...just pretend I know and get to the point' because I'm a lost cause.

I'm gonna tag the very few mutuals I have because I do not wanna pester people, aha. So I tag: @itsmeeryn @kl125 (no pressure tho!!! <3)

[psychedelic-ink]

hey sil!! checking in from somewhere in germany now that i’m omw back home. have you heard of the new pedro pascal movie news?? dilf cowboy is back!! but this time gay and pedro is going to star with ethan hawke. thoughts?

hiiiiii omg how have you been???

and yes I heard the news and I'm super DUPER excited !!! I always wanted to watch brokeback mountain since I first heard of it and apparently the director for this short film was actually approached to direct it but he refused-- I just hope the movie makes me cry, I want the angst </3

I'm also very curious about ethan hawk this might be a crime but I literally only know him from moonknight, praying that he wont fill his shoes with glass 🙏

they're gonna be shooting it in spain so pedro's gonna be there, if any of my followers that lives in spain sees him say hi from me dfvdfvdf

[softshuji]

Sorry, I'm not sure where we are and Hanma is avoiding the question like he usually does. We're driving somewhere.

I guess we have to go to the meeting if Izana's threatening you. Will Naoto be there too? Though after I'm visiting Ran, it's his birthday today.......it'll actually be the first one we haven't spent together....

-Rindou

(Omw to murder Naoto anon, that traitor just giving away my weaknesses???)

Hm maybe I can get the information off of him? I'll try. Either way I'm not entirely worried. You're okay and that's what matters most. We stole a car and we'll drive after you anyhow.

And then when that's done all of us will go to the meeting, yes naoto will be there. I spoke to him and hes okay! Maybe nor entirely but he's alive and getting treatment. Isn't that wonderful? If after you want to visit ran, may I come? I'd like to go too. Of course you can say no if you'd prefer to go alone.

(hehe it's fair. You know plenty of my weaknesses it's only right I know one of yours my angel)

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

bad dreams

requested by @ravenina14

this content is not appropriate for minors

warnings: fem! afab! reader, monster fucking (tentacles specifically), both Levi and reader are autistic coded so heads up, fluff in the beginning spicy towards the end

authors note: this made me blush so hard writing it shehsjsf I hope at least someone likes it bc I am offering you whatever slice of my dignity remains.

words: 2k+

your lower body felt cold and wet, the strangest sensation of something sucking at your thighs. it didn't feel like a mouth, at least, not quite. you tried to turn over and pull away but the thing just wrapped tighter around your legs.

panic rose in your throat as you felt yourself being dragged by whatever had its hold on you. it wasn't harsh but in your haze and inability to see it still frightened you. the coils of the creature slithered further up your legs, closer and closer to you until,

you awoke in a cold sweat.

throwing the blankets off your legs you looked down. you were in your night clothes, perfectly normal. it was just a dream, a weird dream. thinking back you felt a warmth on your cheeks, now able to identify what actually happened.

shaking your heard you realized by the heat in your stomach just where the dream would have went if you hadn't woken up.

turning over you checked the time on your D.D.D. 2:36AM, and just below it was a message notification.

Leviachan

you awake? - 2:31AM

you typed back a reply.

you

yeah. had a weird dream. - 2:36AM

a moment later your screen lit up once more

Leviachan

wanna hang out? - 2:37AM

you thought about it for a moment. usually spending your time with Levi was reserved for after school, and almost always happened in his room. however you loathed the idea of wandering the dark halls of the house alone at this hour. it was far to cold and your bed was warm.

you

idk you wanna come here? -2:39AM

if not you'd just go back to sleep and see him tomorrow.

Leviachan

ok omw - 2:40AM

that was quick. you thought little of it, curling back up in your blanket and scrolling through devilgam until a knock sounded at your door.

you cursed when you stood to answer it as the cold floor met your feet. opening the door you found Levi, hair disheveled and a plushie under his arm. he stared at the floor, picking at the plush's ears.

pulling the demon inside you closed the door behind him.

"what is it?" you asked as he sat on your bed, plush in his lap.

"bad dream." he admitted.

"wanna talk about it?" you offered, pulling your blanket back over you and laying to face him.

Levi shook his head, pulling the plush tighter in his arms. you patted the pillow beside you, gaining his attention. Levi looked to the pillow, then to you, silently asking if it was okay. you nodded and opened the blanket for him.

Levi was quick to curl into the warmth of your bed. he placed the plushie between you as you lay facing each other.

"my dream was weird. it felt like a nightmare at first but," you trailed off, collecting your thoughts. absentmindedly you reached out to pet the soft plush, relaxing when Levi took your hand to play with your fingers, indicating he was listening.

"I dunno I woke up before anything actually happened." you sighed.

"what do you mean?" he asked. you closed your eyes, deciding Levi was trustworthy you spoke again.

"I was scared at first, something had me by my legs. felt like a squid or an octopus or something. was dragging me off somewhere. I could feel the suckers on my bare skin." you clenched your thighs together at the memory.

out of your sight Levi's eyes widened. he swallowed, hand squeezing yours gently.

"I guess I kinda liked it." you admitted. now that the scene played over in your mind, you felt the heat return between your legs.

"...you liked that it was holding you? or," he started.

"I liked most of it. maybe not the being dragged part but, it was cold and wet, and the suckers tickled a little. almost felt like hickies." you giggled at the thought.

"guess I didn't think I'd be into that." you laughed, a slight warmth in your cheeks.

Levi was quiet, deep in thought for a minute.

"yaknow... I had a bad dream. you were in it. I thought I was gunna hurt you." Levi admitted quietly. it was your turn to take his hand now, holding it gently.

"why?" you asked. Biting his lip Levi buried his face in the plush more, hiding himself from you in the blankets.

"I was in my demon form, not the one you've seen, the other one." he began.

"other one?" you interrupted. Levi hid himself from your view more.

"...yeah I have another one. its ugly and gross and-"

"Levi you say that about your human form. I don't believe you." you poked at the puff of purple hair visible from under your blanket. "I like your human form, and your demon form, so I'm sure I'll like that one too."

the demon poked his head up more, amber eyes scanned your face as you looked down, playing with his long thin fingers.

"w-well anyway, I was in my sea form. you were there, but you were drowning. I panicked and tried to pull you up to the surface, but I was scared id crush you with my tenticles and-"

"you have tenticles??" you perked up, staring curiously at him. Levi hung his head again, trying to hide.

"I told you it was weird and gross and-"

"that's so cool Levi!" you grinned. he froze, completely stiff. "if you're okay with it id love to see sometime!" you squeezed his hand, fingers laced together.

Levi felt a warmth crawl up his chest. he was so glad he came to you. he could never quite wrap his head around why, but you always excepted him. never treated him as weird, just excepted him as he was.

"yeah okay, next time we go swimming I'll show you." he nodded in agreement.

~

spending your weekends with your reptilian friend usually consisted of gaming sessions in his room, but after your weird dream night, he'd been quick to want to go out. you two had agreed to take a day to the beach, he said he knew of a cool cave he wanted to show you.

Lucifer wasn't keen on the idea at first, originally going to apoint Mammon as your chaperone, but the anti Lucifer league had been successful at slipping salt into his tea. you giggled along with Levi as you slipped away, Lucifer's booming voice still audible from outside the house.

you were careful, the rocks along the alcove were slippery, and even with Levi's hand in yours you didn't want to bring you both crashing down into the sea.

"ta-da!" grinned your companion as he showed you the entrance to an alcove. "if you swim down there, you'll find a little cave. the walls sparkle when the sun shines in." he pointed to the water below.

"uh, im not super confident in my swimming Levi-"

"that's what I'm here for! a human like you is no match for a demon of the water. so just hold on and hold your breath okay." he grinned, quickly jumping into the water.

Levi beckoned you forward into the open water. you were a bit nervous, but you trusted your demon companion greatly, so you jumped in.

as you came up for air you felt something cool and firm wrap around your middle. at first you jumped in surprise but the muscle pulled you closer to Levi. upon a closer look you could see the black scales he usually hid along his neck and chest make their appearance.

"is that you Levi?" you asked, reaching your hands down to touch the appendage at your middle. you'd felt his serpentine tail many times, but the smooth scales felt very different from the squishy fleshy thing wrapped around you now.

"yeah, just- close your eyes and hold your breath, okay? ill pull you back up to the surface once we're inside." you nodded, taking a deep breath, you held your nose as you were pulled under, water filling your ears.

the appendages, multiple as you now realized, were just as Levi had mentioned. surely they must be tentacles you thought as youre held tight to the one around your chest. you were pulled to be cradled against Levi, you could feel his still humanoid torso you were pressed against.

it didn't take long before your head broke the surface again and you were able to gasp for air once more. blinking your eyes open you were greeted by a cave just as he'd said. the salt deposits on the walls glittered like diamonds in the sunlight, reflecting off the small holes in the roof of the cave.

"wow! its beautiful!" you commented, placing your hands on Levi's shoulders. you felt a squeezing sensation, much like a hug as the tentacles around you tightened their hold.

you gasped and they quickly stopped, starting to pull away.

"sorry- sorry, I knew this was a bad idea-" Levi sunk deeper into the water in embarrassment.

"nono, wait," you grabbed onto the tentacle around your chest, hugging it closer. Levi paused, blinking at you from just above the surface.

leaning your head down, you lay your face against it, exhaling in contentment. you were barely even treading water, Levi's hold on you keeping you afloat.

the tentacle slithered up, the tip of it resting on your cheek. a giggle passed your lips as you felt a sucker land on your cheek, leaving you a kiss.

"I like them. they're pretty." you hugged him closer, the blue purple color matching his hair perfectly.

Leviathan stared at you in disbelief. he slowly rolled them so the smooth flat side faced out, and the sucker side was pressed to your skin instead. you let out a gasp, followed by a giggle as they sucked at your flesh.

it tickle a little at first, the spots along your sides especially. you only counted two of them, one around your middle, it slowly began sneaking down to your leg, the suckers feeling quite different on your inner thigh.

the other was wrapped around your chest and shoulders, the end of it now laying against the side of your neck.

your gasp turned into a slight moan as, while sliding, the appendage around your chest moved your swim top by accident, a sucker now placed over your nipple.

Levi squeaked, quick to remove it but you caught the arm and placed it back over your chest.

"Levi... Levi please... squeeze me again?" you asked shyly. the poor demon before you was a mess. he bit his lip but did ask you asked. the arms around you tightened again, pulling you closer to his torso.

"...I was wondering if this was why you wanted to see." he chuckled. his voice was deeper then usual as he reached out a hand to your face. "...do you like this?" he asked.

you nodded, biting your lip to keep away your sounds. Levi brushed your cheek with his thumb.

"tell me, I need to hear you say it."

"yes! yes I like it very much-" you were silenced by his lips on yours. the kiss was sweet at first, he pulled away for a moment. reaching for him again you whined just slightly.

"don't hide your sounds. no ones going to hear you here but me." he spoke gently as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, then trailed his lips down to your jaw.

a gasp and a whine pulled from your lips as another sucker moved your swim top and landed squarely on your nipple. your back arched as both breasts now received the same attention. the sucking was gentle and rhythmic, and had your core clenching around nothing.

you moaned as his mouth met your neck. gently, he followed the same rhythm on your chest as he marked you as his own.

your eyes rolled back as the very tip of the second tentacle pulled at your bottoms, slipping under the material and making there way down towards your heat.

"is this okay?" Levi murmured against your neck, the appendage pausing just above where you wanted him.

"yes! yes please Levi- I wanna feel you-" your plea was broken by a gasp as the tip of his tentacle slid against your clit. it toyed with it for a moment before sliding down, placing a sucker right on the bundle of nerves.

your gasps and whines turned to moans and cries. your head was lulled back, one arm around your front to hold the tentacle around your chest, your other hand had tangled itself in Levi's wet hair.

he pulled his mouth up from your neck to meet your lips again, he groaned into your mouth when you tugged gently on his hair. his forked tongue had you drunk on the taste of him. it worked against yours persistently, sucking and sliding as his hand came up to rest on the back of your head.

the unrelenting sucking on your body had you pushed to the brink of an orgasm in no time flat. when Levi finally pulled away from your mouth for air you clutched him tighter, body starting to shake.

"Levi im gunna-"

"s'okay. cum for me pretty girl. I bet you'll look so pretty when you cum. let me see." his words are slurred, drunk on your current situation almost as much as you are.

you cry out his name as your body shuttered with your orgasm. he holds you somehow tighter, cooing and shushing you while petting your head as you slowly come down.

the tentacles are removed from your body until you are only floating in his arms. Levi holds you gently but firmly, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"how do you feel?" he pipes up.

"amazing." you respond. you can feel him giggle against you.

"that was one of the hottest things-" Levi hid his face in your hair, murmuring something you couldn't hear. "-when you're feeling stronger we can go back outside. get some food, you're probably hungry."

"I am a little hungry, but mostly for you." you purr, placing a kiss against his neck.

[andypantsx3]

unconventional | 4 | midoriya x reader

summary: HeroExpo is incredible, and that’s not even counting the really cute hero fanboy you just met. Well, you think he might be cute under that Deku cosplay. It’s hard to tell because it’s really, really good. Like, too good.

length: est ~15,000 words | 5 chapters

tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, conventions/fandom culture

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut

notes: I meant to give this a real editing pass and then like, didn’t. I hope you still enjoy!

HeroExpo @heroexpo_official Hey hero fans, ready to meet your faves? Don't forget to line up early for meet and greets! Rooms are capped at 300, so get in while you can!

mrs shouto todoroki @lmmbb5889 replying to @heroexpo_official omg shouto's face when that girl tried to feel his bicep. i s2g i thought it was about to turn into a meet and yeet.

Iida Tenya’s Right Nipple (งʘʘ)ง @in_vineration 📣 ATTENTION 📣 Hot Deku cosplayer is actually Deku confirmed. I saw him buying at least fourteen sheets of All Might stickers in artist alley.

green bean protection squad @bunnnniboi replying to @in_vineration yeah that's definitely him OMW

xinju @greenhopp replying to @in_vineration y'all, actual dynamight is here too and he looks abt three seconds from nuking table A17

The next morning rushed by in a blur of menial tasks and idle daydreams.

You woke up early and caught the train in the silvery hour just before dawn, arriving at the convention center just as the sun’s rays began to limn the top of the building in gold. A couple plain-clothes officers and sleepy heroes were already lingering around the entrance to the convention center, and you felt distinctly like a secret agent when you flashed your staff pass at them to get inside.

You helped yourself to a coffee in the staffroom, and then set about your volunteering under the direction of the event organizers. You helped check audio equipment for some afternoon panels, scrubbed down some of yesterday’s attendee messes, and assisted a few under-caffeinated artists setting up their tables. As busy as your hands were, your mind was even busier, turning over the events of last night again and again, boring through them with all the singular focus of a laser beam.

You couldn’t believe Izuku was real. You couldn’t believe he’d spent the entire day with you, asked you to dinner, and then at the end of things, not only had he not run screaming from you, but he’d turned around and given you his phone number. You’d checked your phone every ten minutes on the train, certain it had to have been nothing more than a bizarrely realistic daydream on your part. But every time you did, there it was, nestled snugly at the center of your contacts list.

Izuku.

Your brain hummed pleasantly like a hive of satisfied bees.

Over the memory of his sunny smile and sturdy biceps, you unpacked boxes of promotional merch, buzzing back and forth between storage and the dealer’s room like an indecisive bee yourself, stopping only when the first of the con-goers began to trickle into the convention center. Another volunteer staffer came to find you and relieve you from your shift.

You dug out your phone and started texting Izuku as soon as you were freed. It took several minutes to craft an appropriately level-headed message, as you kept typing things out and immediately deleting them, feeling strangely girlish and shy.

Finally, you settled on a cool, hey! i just got off shift. i’d love to meet up if you’re still free?

Your phone buzzed immediately with an incoming call. Your heart shot into your throat at the sight of Izuku’s name flashing across the screen.

“Y/N,” he said when you picked up. That gentle tone sounded just as good over the phone. Your stomach swooped and you frantically scrabbled for the threads of human language lurking somewhere in your brain.

“Izuku, hi!” you said, inanely. Your face heated at how eager you sounded, but Izuku didn’t seem to mind.

“I, um, was thinking of going to Creati’s panel,” he said. His voice was warm in your ear. “I was hoping you might want to come…”

“Yes!” you squeaked, abandoning all pretense of sounding cool and collected. “Yes, that sounds great!”

And it did sound great. Creati was one of the most strategic and creative thinkers in the history of heroics, and her quirk was mega cool. (And if anything would have sounded great coming from Izuku, even dumpster diving, well, that was beside the point.)

You agreed to meet him in Hall B, and hung up, feeling giddy. You were thankful he wasn't already in sight by the time you made it there, as you nearly wiped out again in your haste to get there.

You peered into the teeming crowds of cosplayers, wondering who among them was Izuku. You’d forgotten to ask who he’d be dressed as today, if not Deku again, and every flash of a shapely bicep was setting off your alarms. You carefully eyed several All Mights, presuming that to be Izuku’s likeliest next choice, but none of them seemed much like him, either in their build or their features.

Then again, you didn’t really know what Izuku looked like under the makeup he’d had on yesterday.

Eventually, a mess of inky green curls drew your eye to the far edge of the hall. Your gaze trailed down from there, over a set of broad shoulders, down to a trim waist, the play of muscles along his back somehow very familiar...

The Deku cosplayer leaned in, speaking in low tones to someone in a very convincing Dynamight cosplay. From where you stood, you might have actually mistaken him for the real Dynamight. Those grenade bracers were obnoxiously accurate, at any rate, even scuffed in some places as though they’d seen use. It was a nice touch.

It was hard to tell from a distance, and with his back turned, but it did seem an awful lot like Izuku, in yet another Deku cosplay, speaking to a friend. You approached cautiously.

As you neared, the Dynamight cosplayer made some kind of dismissive noise in Deku’s direction, and waved him off, turning to stalk down the hall with nary a glance back at his friend. He threw up a middle finger as a bright peal of laughter floated after him, light and fizzy and sweet and absolutely recognizable after yesterday.

“Izuku?” you asked.

The Deku cosplayer turned—and sure enough, it was Izuku. Though he was just as perfectly in-character as yesterday, that sunny smile was one you knew you would recognize anywhere.

You slowed your pace, highly aware of the way the sight of him went straight to your knees and made you liable to trip on any rogue strand of rug fiber. He rushed over, a light tinge of pink sweeping over his nose bridge.

“Y/N!” he said, stopping in front of you. The color over his nose spread across his cheeks, creeping under those freckles. “Um, I mean, hi!”

You couldn’t help but grin up at him. “I mean hi to you too.”

He scrubbed a hand through that green hair again, his smile turning wry. “I, um, looked for you this morning but I didn’t see an All Might wandering around…”

You laughed. “I may have been deliberately hard to find when they were looking for volunteers again.”

He laughed, too, and you found yourself grinning helplessly back at him.

You didn’t know how to explain it but it felt like your day had finally clicked into place now that you’d seen him—which was so utterly wild, considering you’d barely known him for more than a day at this point. But he just felt so familiar, somehow. So trustworthy, and safe, and so maddeningly good.

He grinned and politely offered you an arm, something shy in the gesture. It made you feel somewhat shy, too, but you seized the opportunity to latch onto one of those biceps with enthusiasm.

Which immediately turned out to be a mistake. His arm was so solid under your fingers that you felt like you might be getting the vapors, and then you were mostly clinging to him in order to stay upright, rather than for the purposes of enjoyment.

Izuku guided you into the exhibition room, finding a spot near the back for the two of you. It was a Herculean effort to release him, and you rather thought you deserved some kind of award when you finally managed it and sat down.

Creati soon made her appearance, and launched into the panel. It was a testament to how interesting her talk was that you were able to retain any of it at all, most of your mind still fixed on the feeling of Izuku’s arm under your hands. Creati talked through her career as a hero, candid about her failures and her learnings, and her rise as one of the chief strategists in the heroics community.

When she got to the Q&A portion, a hand in front of you drew her gaze your way. As she turned, her expression instantly slipped into something surprised. She seemed to freeze, her full mouth parting and a thin, dark eyebrow went up, almost as if in question. She must have been looking at the guy who'd raised his hand, but it felt like she was looking at something behind him, almost right at you...

Her gaze lingered for what felt like several moments too long, but then she seemed to recover herself. Her lips drew into a smile and she pointed to the guy in front of you who’d had the question. Next to you, Izuku muttered something, and fidgeted in a way that suggested he was embarrassed. The tips of his ears, red against those green waves, seemed to confirm it.

A small wave of suspicion rolled over you. You wondered if maybe he had a thing for Creati, and the intensity of her dark eyes in your direction had been a bit much for him. You couldn’t really blame him, smart and beautiful as she was—but a small, hot spark of something almost jealous flickered to life in your chest.

If only his tastes ran to scrubby little support engineers instead.

You tried to push that thought out of your mind as the panel ended and people began to filter out of the room. You succeeded only by dint of Izuku leaning in towards you, shoving all other thought right out of your brain.

He tapped his notebook, smiling warmly. “She’s amazing. And her new suit is a definite upgrade from the old one.” He gestured to several lines of atrocious handwriting, that presumably would be related to Creati’s costume once deciphered. “Especially the various zippers, so she can adjust as needed.”

You nodded. It was definitely an upgrade compared to all the exposed skin that used to be on open and quite precarious display. To each their own, but you'd always thought there was something rather stupid and dangerous about leaving your bare skin unguarded in a profession like heroics. The thought of improvements launched you right back into support mode.

“I was thinking, what if her quirk was adaptable in the same way Edgeshot’s is?” you asked.

Izuku's green eyes flicked up to yours, alight with the beginnings of curiosity. “Adaptable in the same way?” he asked.

“His costume is made with pieces of his own hair fibers, right? To allow it to change shape in the same way.” you said.

Realization lit Izuku’s gaze. “You mean, what if you made Yaoyorozu’s suit the same way?” he asked, his tone growing excited. His fingers twitched in his gloves, like he was already itching to write the idea down.

You nodded. “Exactly. Someone would have to run tests on her hair fibers to confirm, but assuming it works in a similar manner, her entire suit could be designed to let anything she creates pass through it. Then she wouldn’t even need to stop and fiddle with all those zippers.”

The combination of wonder and approval in Izuku’s gaze made you flush hot all the way down to your toes. “That’s amazing,” he said. “You really are amazing. I...You should meet her, she’d really want to work with you.”

It was like he’d stuffed you into an oven cranked to broil. You scrubbed at your scorching cheeks. “It’s someone else’s support tech, not mine,” you offered awkwardly, suddenly desperate to get his attention off of you. “Plus, I don’t know how I’d get an appointment with her. I’m just a student,” you reminded him.

Those emerald eyes moved over you again, slowly, Izuku’s brow wrinkling as if in thought.

The reminder that you were still in school probably made your idea seem a little less amazing, and a little more childish. His expression definitely read like he was considering something he hadn't before. You didn’t care to find out what that was, so you nudged him instead.

“Anyway,” you said, loudly. “Do you feel like exploring Artists’ Alley and the dealer’s room with me? I unpacked a bunch of the merch this morning and there’s an All Might silver age figurine that I don’t remember them announcing, plus a couple other things I saw that you might like.”

Izuku perked up immediately at the mention of All Might merch. His expression cleared and he leapt to his feet with a speed that even Deku himself would have envied.

“All Might figurine? I, um, yes!” he said, handing you to your feet as well. “I’d really like that!”

You laughed at his exuberance, and led the way to the dealer’s room, immediately beelining for the booth bearing the All Might merchandise. You could feel Izuku practically vibrating behind you with the need to speed ahead, so you kept your pace quick, darting through the crowds of cosplayers with efficiency.

Izuku immediately handed over a card the second he got to the booth, snapping up one of the figurines with the enthusiasm of only the most die-hard of fans. He pressed the back of a hand to his mouth, laughing with a little embarrassment when both you and the booth attendant chuckled at his fervor.

“He, um, means a lot to me,” he said, blushing under those freckles again. God, he was so cute.

You grinned. “Glad I could get you the inside scoop, then.”

Izuku smiled back at you, that boyish sliver of sunshine, and your heart instantly sent itself into fits inside your chest. He really was way too handsome to be permitted, even with allowances made for whatever changes his cosplay had wrought. The open sincerity of his every expression made things even worse, made you helpless to do anything but grin back at him.

After that, the two of you floated around the dealer's room, Izuku gawking at everything with the reverence of a true hero fan. He stopped at nearly every booth, and made sure to buy something at every single stall belonging to a UA alumnus, happily packing things away into a bag that was rapidly growing overstuffed.

You gawked openly too, lingering over a pair of fluffy slippers shaped like moon boots at the Uravity booth, a line of insanely nice headphones put out by Earphone Jack’s agency, and some hot-and-cold coffee thermoses that you were certain pro hero Shouto didn't even know he'd licensed. Eventually, you caught sight of a vibrant square of green, and steered Izuku in the direction of the Deku booth, sure he’d be interested in merch to match his costume.

But Izuku’s ears went that same, curious shade of red as you approached, and he made an aborted movement towards his hair, as if he’d meant to ruffle it nervously.

You wondered what that was about.

There was really no hiding that he was a massive Deku fan, not with how he’d dressed as him for two days in a row now. The accuracy of his costume and all of his accessories suggested he'd paid a truly intense level of interest to the hero. Did he really think that you didn't already know, that you would find it embarrassing or surprising?

You determinedly led the way over to the booth, pulling him over to a table full of neatly folded forest green hoodies, nearly the same shade as his hair. “You don’t need to be embarrassed,” you told him, eyeing him as his ears went even more scarlet.

“I think I do,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes. “Literally you do not. People love Deku for a reason. And this merch is amazing, just look at it.” There was really no shame in the fanboy game, you wanted him to know.

Izuku looked like he wanted to curl up on himself like a prodded grub, but he came over to look over your shoulder. You caught a whiff of something clean and cottony, his fabric softener already a familiar, if dizzying scent to you. Up close, you could feel the warmth of him through his suit, and you directed an irritated oh for god's sake at your knees when they went a little wobbly.

You stood straight, and pointedly focused your attention on unfolding a hoodie modeled after Deku’s suit, gesturing to Izuku to observe.

And honestly the moment you did, you wanted one for yourself.

It was made of a plush material, warm and soft against your fingers. The designer clearly had an eye for detail. The hoodie replicated the exact pattern of his suit, from the black geometric patterns at the ribcage, to the white shoulder straps, buttoned neatly in place. The neck was even fashioned after the steel mouthguard that Deku often wore at his throat.

Not a thread was out of place as far as you could tell, and the agency had clearly not cut corners on the design nor the quality of the materials.

“Wow, wait, this is so good,” you said, almost forgetting Izuku entirely. You slipped your fingers inside, sighing at the warm fleecy lining.

Honestly it was just the sort of thing you’d wear in the arctic environment of the support lab, warm and comfortable—especially on days where you were sure to sleep in the support building, unable to drag yourself farther than the set of beanbags shoved into the corner.

A glance at the price tag, however, suggested it was slightly out of your student budget. After the lunch with Izuku, you needed to watch your funds a little more carefully, especially if you wanted them to take you all the way through lunchtime tomorrow.

You dug out your phone, snapping a picture, and then typed out the details in your notes app.

Izuku watched you curiously. “Are you...sending it to a friend?”

You shook your head, pocketing your phone. “No, saving for when I can save the money up. That thing looks cozy as hell, and any support engineer worth their salt would be very appreciative of the level of detail. I will definitely be coming back for it.”

Something strange flashed over Izuku’s face.

He shifted a thigh, ducking his head shyly as he said, “You, um, could have it if you wanted.”

You squinted at him, the words not really registering at first. That was the point. You did want to have it, so you were gonna save up for it.

“I...what?” you asked.

Izuku reached out, gesturing at the table of hoodies. Your eyes greedily followed the shift of a bicep, your mouth going kind of dry.

“I mean I could...give one to you, if you wanted…” Izuku looked uncertain, like he thought he might be overstepping.

A little thrill went through you.

Was he really...offering to get one for you? After only a little more than a day of acquaintance? Sure, that was more than enough time for you to already be absolutely and completely whipped for him, but in your defense there was a dearth of stupidly cute boys who were also smart enough to talk shop with you. You didn't really know what Izuku's own thoughts were, and far as you could tell, the feeling only ran one way.

But the implication here....that he liked you at least well enough to give something to you...

Was it really what you thought it might be...?

The thought thrilled you even more than the promise of the sweatshirt.

You fought down a furious wave of bashfulness, looking up to catch Izuku’s gaze. Those guileless green eyes stared back, over a blush so deep it might have been medically concerning, if you weren’t certain you were feeling the exact same level of shyness.

“I, um, actually would really like that,” you said, reaching up to flatten your hair self-consciously. “And I can pay you back, too!” you added quickly, lest he think you were taking advantage of him. “When I do save up the money. I have your phone number and everything…”

Izuku shook his head, smiling shyly. Even that tiny little grin was unreasonably pretty. “It’s really no trouble.”

God, you could have exploded from how cute he was.

You nodded, then busied yourself with picking up a hoodie and trying it on for something to keep your attention off of him. You felt certain the both of you might combust if you waffled around each other for much longer. Izuku excused himself to go speak to the booth attendant while you pulled the hoodie on, frantically fanning yourself in hopes of cooling your cheeks.

The hoodie was sinfully soft, and just as cozy as you had anticipated. You ran your fingers appreciatively over the sleeve lining, reveling in the soft slip of the fabric. Okay, so Izuku was maybe feeling something slightly more intimate that acquaintance, if his reaction was anything to go by. It was cool, totally cool...you could be cool...

Izuku was still a little blushy by the time he made it back. You suggested continuing into Artists’ Alley, to give you both something to look at other than each other until you could calm down.

The thought that Izuku had wanted to get you something, a something that matched his own cosplay was...very heartening. And the fact that he’d been so bashful about the whole thing, probably just as shy about it as you had been…

Well, that made your heart leap into little somersaults in your chest.

Artists’ Alley proved a fairly fruitful distraction. Everything was eye-catching, and Izuku immediately set about collecting every single All Might sticker pack in sight. He was effusive in his praise, and the artists seemed to soak up his smile like eager little sponges, exactly the way you might have. He stuffed everything away in his bag, looking like a little kid who’d made out really well on Christmas.

He also lingered longingly over a set of pins featuring Creati, Ingenium, and Froppy, plus a cute little Uravity phone charm. At one booth towards the end of the row, he was startled into a laugh, a happy, pleased little noise that instantly drew your attention. In his hands, a Dynamight sticker pack depicted cartoon versions of Katsuki Bakugou in various piques of tantrum—crossed arms, surly pouts, and crackling explosions dotted the sheet.

“It looks just like him,” Izuku laughed as he purchased the set—his expression just somewhat guilty, you thought.

But he was clearly pleased with it, and his smile was infectious. You smiled up at him, unable to help yourself—and Izuku’s eyes seemed to catch on your mouth. For a horrible second you thought he might have just been staring at something caught in your teeth. But then his eyes trailed slowly downwards, down the lines of your new hoodie, and his ears went that charming shade of scarlet again. He pressed a gloved hand to the back of his mouth, flushed as if he’d caught a fever.

Your heart fluttered.

Okay, not that you had that much experience, but...that had to be a good sign. Right? Guys didn’t just go all blushy around a girl for no reason. Guys didn't just give a girl something and then stare at her in it like they'd never seen another human before. That had to mean...something, right?

You ruminated on this thought as you and Izuku sat down to a super late lunch, as you talked your way through another couple of panels, and sketched out a few more designs in his blue notebook. Your conversation came easily, as it had before, but now it seemed tinged with a layer of intensity that hadn’t been there before. And you didn't think it was just your suspicions lending it that weight either. Izuku's keen green eyes were even more focused than normal, and he appeared fairly unable to detach from the sight of you in the hoodie for too long. He even missed a couple forkfuls of rice, and was all cutely embarrassed about cleaning them up. The more you caught him staring, the stronger your suspicions were, and the stronger your resolve grew.

You had to know what it meant.

By the end of the evening, you resolved to ask him out. Maybe you were misreading signs, but maybe not. If he declined, well, you could always carry on as you had been, talking shop and dissecting panels together. But if he accepted…

Well, you didn’t want to get too far ahead of yourself.

As the evening drew to a close and Izuku walked you to the train again, you rehearsed what you might say to him. But before you got the chance, a gloved hand took yours, and Izuku pulled you to a gentle stop just outside the train stop.

You looked up at him curiously, heartbeat quickening.

Izuku’s features were set in a look of determination, eyebrows drawn slightly together, the edge of his mouth pressed in a thoughtful line.

“I wanted to ask you, um, before you left,” he said, in his gentle tone. “I was thinking about what you said, about being a student, and not being able to meet with any pros. Your designs, and all the ideas you had for Yaoyorozu’s suit, and Iida’s, and mine...they were amazing, like really amazing.”

You flushed with the praise, your fingers shifting in his.

Izuku continued, “Would you, um, bring some of your designs tomorrow? And some of the smaller inventions you mentioned?”

You nodded, wondering where he was going with this. You were always happy to show off your work, especially to someone who could clearly appreciate its finer points. But you and Izuku had already been talking shop, basically the whole weekend…so what did he want with your work now?

Izuku smiled down at you, reassuring and kind. “I don’t know if you were planning on coming tomorrow, but if you wanted to—Yaoyorozu, Iida, Shouto and Ochako will be at my meet and greet tomorrow. I didn’t think people would want to meet just me, so I asked to make it more of a UA thing…”

You stared at him, suddenly unable to process what he was saying. The words made sense separately but they didn’t quite fit together, like he’d misspoken somewhere, used an incorrect particle…

Something prickled at the edge of your thoughts.

“I was thinking you could show them your designs there, if you wanted,” Izuku said. Then he added quickly, “If you’re working, I could also get you a different time with them, though! Maybe a meeting at my agency, if you’re, um, interested. I know I definitely would like to work with you on a new suit design…”

He trailed off, looking a little unsure of himself. Your lack of response seemed to unnerve him a little.

But you were having some difficulties processing exactly what it was he was saying. You felt like an old-timey computer, slowly loading only the most fragile of internet connections. Everything felt so weirdly disconnected. Izuku kept referencing “my meet and greet”, and “my agency,” as though a regular dude had any business having a slot at the convention. He kept saying things like “my suit,” and he spoke of the pros as if he was on familiar terms with them. As though he was familiar with them, as though he was a hero himself…

You froze.

Two and two suddenly added up into a very neat and very horrifying four.

Those emerald eyes roved over you in concern, and two gloved hands came up to take you by the shoulders, very, very gently.

“Are you, um, are you alright?” Izuku asked, ducking his head to peer at your face.

You watched from somewhere outside your body, as his hands moved over you, as if to reassure himself that you were alright.

As pro hero Deku’s hands moved over you, and pro hero Deku peered concernedly at your features.

Pro hero Deku...who you’d apparently been with the entire weekend.

[augustnotes]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS:

: ☆ THE REMIX ☆

omg heyyyyy!!! fasha is back with another astro observation post and i apologise in advance cause this time its hella long but i hope yall will still enjoy¿?

DISCLAIMER: these are all observations made based on personal observations and experiences. none of this is factual so take it all with a grain of salt!!

CW: there's a short nsfw part (don't worry i mentioned where)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　play music　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

music for you to enjoy while you read <3

i. ASTROLOGY MEETS MBTI

pisces placements are rarely actually Ni users, instead they use Fi. Fi and Ni can be confusing and it makes sense since pisces placements are always confused between their intuition or feelings.

aquarius moons tend to be Fe dom/Fe aux.

gemini placements tend to have Ne.

virgo placements are the epitome of Te.

sagittarius/pisces moon are commonly isfp.

aries moon tend to be infp.

aries sun are commonly Fe users.

cancer (usually sun) men are always estp.

virgo placements (usually venus) are also common in estp.

the estp forum on reddit ive come across once discussed a common way for them to drop hints of liking someone is by doing little things for them that they would never do for others.

e.g. drive you home, open doors for you, wait for you to tie your shoes, collect stuffs you forgot to bring and etc.

story time: i remember a friend of mine who dated this guy that was clearly estp and we had to do a last minute birthday party planning for one of our friend, and he went back and forth just to get her anything she needed. a phone call i rmbr them having was:

her: hi where are you now?

him: im omw there, im actually entering the area now

her: oh ok nvm then

him: wait why what's up?

her: i wanted you to get us some ice at the usual place but you are already way passed the location so it's all good

him: oh no its chill i can go back and get it for you

they went back and forth to argue on whether he should or shouldnt and he insisted anyways so he went to buy what she needed like EVEN AFTER HE ARRIVED AT THE AREA.

AND AFTER THAT, when he arrived with the bag of ice she needed, she asked if he had his lighter with him and he said he didnt bring it this time so she said it's fine but he literally drove somewhere after that like IMMEDIATELY just to BUY her the lighter she needed.

i would agree with you if you tell me he was just head over heels for her (which he clearly was) but he does the same for his friends.

capricorns are always esfj.

it makes sense when you think about how the functions are Fe Si Ne Ti

esfj tend to have air sign as their north node/north node houses.

e.g. libra north node, leo north node in the 7th, gemini north node, taurus north node in the 11th and etc.

my speculation is that unhealthy esfj are common. despite being Fe dom, they can be very selfish by using the Fe dom for personal gain and against others. They are in service of others usually not because they care for the community, they need to function that way since their dominant function is people oriented.

the air north node/north node house is to help them healthily develop their Fe.

gemini sun scorpio moons are always strong Fe users.

e.g adriana lima, lucy hale, chris evans

earth placements ALWAYS have Si in their mbti functions.

they have very good use of storage memories. they can easily learn from mistakes because they all have a common mindset of "if it didn't work out before, it won't work out now. but if it did, keep doing it".

they always often think they use Fi instead of Si but the difference is why they are vocal about certain things. is it because it is from a strict personal belief system? or is it because it's unfamiliar and there had always been a specific ways to do things so you should just stick to it? if it's the latter, it's most likely Si.

also, Fi personal belief system is often formed based on their feelings through their own experiences despite the norm for their surroundings. on the other hand, Si is often formed out of memory of what your surrounding was like.

besides, earth placements really value tradition which is also a common trait in Si users.

ii. ASTROLOGY WALKS ALONE

air and fire moons are the most intuitive in comparison to water moons struggle to tell whether it's their feelings or intuition.

air because they can easily detach from their emotions so when they get an intuition, they can tell. also because they have the capability to rationalize their emotions too much but when it comes to their intuition, they just turn a blind eye because they cannot rationalise it.

fire moons because their impulsiveness is their intuition. when they act on things without overthinking it, it's usually their intuition pushing them to do so. however, when they overthink, they are more likely to think that is their intuition instead, when really it's just their clouded thinking.

capricorns live off comparison. whether that's through their achievements, friend group, career or etc.

because of this, they struggle to be happy for others since they cannot help but compare themselves to others which evokes jealousy.

the sign in your 5th house is usually the signs you consider as close friends whereas the sign in your 11th house are often the signs you have quite surface level friendship with whether that's one on one or a group.

this is because 5th house is leo and leo centers around personal love (attachment). on the other hand, 11th house is aquarius and it centers around community love (detachment).

NSFW:

men with cancer placements (usually mars/sun) ALWAYS have daddy kink.

— end of NSFW—

PERSONAL OPINION: libra moons SHOULD BE PROTECTED AT ALL COST. they do nothing but be concern over justice and equality over people but they really need to learn to stand up for themselves more.

the sexual tension between libra moon and romcom.

the sexual tension between aquarius and being a taylor swift stan.

i saw an observation once about this but IT'S TRUE. your chiron house is how you hurt others.

it's also true that your saturn house is also the karma others get after you both argue/end in bad terms with. however, the karma goes to whoever initiates the conflict.

7th house synastry can create an extremely codependent relationship.

moon conjunct 6th house synastry is the most underrated synastry in my opinion because the moon encourages & motivates 6th house person to really get through their daily routine/task.

virgo placements are mainly the ones occupying simp nation.

leo sun cancer moon combo always do quite well in the music industry.

e.g mingi from ateez, nessa barrett, dua lipa, chrissy constanza

having pisces in the 6th house means romanticising your life to cope with it on a daily basis.

i mentioned this before but it also means being so health crazy/paranoid but also feeling completely immune/invincible to any form of drug/alcohol.

natives with 6th house in pisces often have a really concerning and unhealthy relationship with caffeine cause their caffeine consumption is off the fucking roof, they're just fueled by coffee.

taurus have a much bigger ego in comparison to leo. this is more obvious when you compare leo moon vs taurus moon.

it's because taurus are extremely stubborn in comparison to leo. leo have the tendency to alter themselves for people they love just to get them to stay whereas taurus always believe people should learn to accommodate and tolerate to how they are and if not, they can simply leave.

—that's all from me!! i hope you enjoyed reading and feel free to share your inputs!! also, happy spooky szn!!!

[fruity-arsonist]

Avengers as stuff me and my family have said

Peter: Blood is actually so disgusting.

Tony:

Tony: Peter, take of your mask-

~~~~ (Tony as my friend, Peter as me) I got hit by a car omw to school and broke a rib and it punctured an organ but I still went to school lol

Sam: Yeah, Steve still has a lot of cooken to chick-

Sam: CHICKEN TO COOK!

Bucky: I'm saving you in my phone as that, y'know.

~~~~ (Steve as my mom, Bucky as my sister, Sam as me)

Harley: Are you a pride flag? Because I want to pin you up against my wall.

Peter: *Screams*

Tony: Go be gay somewhere else you homos!

Tony: *Makes out with Steve*

~~~~ (Steve as my friend's gf, Tony as my friend, Peter as my gf, Harley as me)

Peter: Hey, what are your pronouns?

Harley: Oh, he/they/she, I don't really care what you call me. I mean, as long as you're calling me

Harley: *Winks*

~~~~ (Peter as my gf [when we first met], Harley as me)

[atlabeth]

hold onto me (im a little unsteady) - sokka x reader

i was listening to the song when i came up w this so feel free to listen to that if you want

summary: a late night with sokka reminds you that even on the worst days, you always have someone in your corner.

a/n: lmao this is 100% self indulgent i have no excuses. my parents are getting divorced and almost every time they're together they argue and so this is just a comfort fic after it happened again tonight bc GD i wish i had a sokka. this one goes out to all my divorce babies or people with parents that never stop arguing. you are very loved<3

wc: 1.7k, this got away from me lol

warning(s): mentions of parents arguing n shit, like the tiniest mentions of implying sex and problems with consent (in general, not with them), but this is all fluff

hey. i know you’re probably asleep right now but could you come over?

It was far too late at night when you sent the text. A question asked on a whim, an offer that would most likely go ignored due to the boy on the other end being asleep.

But goddammit, you really didn’t care. Even if he didn’t respond, just hitting ‘send’ made you feel slightly better. You had already taken refuge in one of the sweatshirts he had left at your house (read: one that you had stolen and refused to give back) and as your eyes fell on the glow of the digital clock on your bedside table, you were once again reminded of how stupid this was.

But you heard the telltale buzz of a notification and all but lunged for your phone, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips. You didn’t know why you ever doubted him.

sokka💙: you know i never sleep babe

sokka💙: a curse of my genius

sokka💙: im omw

you’re the best thank you love<3

A pair of fuzzy socks and a refilled water bottle later, you heard the sound of something hitting your window. Though you tensed up at first, a roll of your eyes was all it took before you remembered just who you had invited over. Another smile took over as you pushed yourself off of your bed, pushing the curtains aside in time to see another pebble hit the pane.

A physical effort took place to stifle the laugh as you pushed your window up, and you leaned against the sill on your elbows to get a better look at your ridiculous boyfriend.

“Throwing rocks at my window? I think I’m stuck in a bad romcom.”

He grinned and let the remaining pebbles fall to the ground. “It’s what’s to be expected from your Prince Charming, right? Besides, I’m assuming that your parents wouldn’t just let me walk through the front door at this hour.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Just the sight of Sokka was always enough to make you feel better, and tonight was no exception. The vice on your heart was already starting to loosen. “Right as usual. Think you’ll catch me if I jump?”

He laughed and made a show of looking up and down the distance and then at his arms. “I’d like to say so, but I think we’d have better luck if I climb up.”

“You sure you can do that, big guy?” you asked with a teasing grin. He rolled his eyes with the same sentiment.

“Of course I can. I just thank nature that there’s a tree so close to your window. It’s saved me from a lot of embarrassing falls.”

You chuckled and backed away from the window, the slight chill from the night air beginning to get to you. “I’ll leave you to it while I get things ready.”

Truth be told, your room was a total mess at the moment. You knew Sokka wouldn’t care, especially not now, but it put you slightly more at ease to have something in your life that you could control. You were in the middle of shoving some previously strewn-about clothes into your closet when you heard the click of your window closing. When you turned around, you were met with your boyfriend’s smiling face.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured as you walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you kissed him lightly on the lips, unable to stop the blossoming smile nor the warmth that the action gave you. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course.” The softness of his words were in stark contrast to the joking bravado from only minutes earlier, and as you stepped away from his embrace and pushed yourself onto your bed, he joined you on the other side. “And not that I’m not happy to be here, but I just wanna know. What’s going on?”

You sighed, letting one leg hang off the bed as you tucked the other in. It was a testament to Sokka’s power how quickly he had gotten you to forget about the new mess of the night. “The usual showing of fuckall and fuckup. I’m more impressed by how they never run out of things to scream at each other about.”

Your bad joke didn’t get a laugh out of him, which you were secretly glad for. Instead, he snaked an arm around your back and tugged you closer, a contented sigh falling from your lips as you nestled your head into the space between his shoulder and his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

The phrase had gone in one ear and out the other more times than you could count from your parents, but each time Sokka said it, the words held a different weight. You knew it wasn’t your fault in the first place, but guilt didn’t care all that much for logic. You knew he meant it though, and once more the vice loosened.

“I know. But it still helps to hear it.” You glanced up at him, reaching a hand up to twist a loose strand of his hair around your finger. “You should wear your hair down more often,” you mused. “It makes you look like a prince.”

He chuckled, amusement glinting through his ocean eyes. “I did say I was your Prince Charming, didn’t I?”

You smiled, slowly uncurling his hair from your finger. “Yeah.”

“That means I’ll always be there for you. Especially to save my royal from their evil stepparents.”

Another laugh bubbled in your chest at that, and you leaned closer into him. “Thank you. The more I visit your place, the more I want your family to be mine. Hakoda is like, the nicest man I’ve ever met, and your mom? She actually makes me want to cry with how sweet she is. I think I know where you get it from.”

He grinned and bumped your leg with his own. “You know you’re welcome over there any time. But maybe you shouldn’t — I think my mom might actually adopt you with how much she loves you. That… that would be really weird.”

His joy was infectious as you planted another kiss on his cheek, something that earned you a, as you liked to call it, dazzling Signature Sokka Smile. “I’ll make sure she holds off on the adoption papers for now.”

“I’d like that.”

And though the happiness you felt at the moment was almost overwhelming, that was just what caused that tiny sliver of doubt to come in. When people invited their partners over at three in the morning, it usually wasn’t to sit on the bed and talk about their problems. It was… it was for more, and you didn’t want that right now. And because you were an expert at it, you decided to put your foot in your mouth and start talking.

“I— I’m sorry that I called you over here so late, for no reason. I know you probably expected something else than me ranting, but…” you sighed, drawing your knees closer to your chest as you brought your other hand to Sokka’s resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

He sighed at that, but you knew it wasn’t one of disappointment. “You know I’m here for you. I don’t care if you just want to sit in silence for the next five hours while we stare at the wall, or if you want to watch sappy rom coms until your eyes bleed. I’m more than okay with staying like this. I didn’t come over here because I expected anything from you — I came over here because you needed me, and so I’m here.” Sokka smiled, an image you didn’t think would ever stop making you melt, and intertwined your hand with his. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

You were so stunned at the brazen declaration that your voice got stuck in your throat for a moment, holding back tears. (Happy tears. They were never anything other than happy tears with Sokka.) It hit you then that you didn’t really know what it was like having someone get close to you without an ulterior motive.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a moment of comfortable silence. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You knew he was smiling, even without having to look up at him. You could hear it in his voice, feel it in the kiss he pressed to your hairline.

A comfortable silence hung in the air for a long time until you broke it. “You know… my dad kinda ran off to a motel for the night after this whole thing, and my mom leaves early in the morning. If you were serious about those rom coms…” You allowed the unsaid question of staying the night to fester so Sokka knew he could say no if he wanted to, but he didn’t even hesitate.

“Of course I was serious. I mean, I’ve gotta get the ideas for our future wedding from somewhere.”

You laughed, a sentiment that had occurred more times in the ten minutes he had been here than the past week, and picked the remote for your little box TV off of your bedside table. You clicked through various movies until you found one Sokka liked, and then you cuddled deeper into his side to prepare for the ride you had ahead of you.

Thirty minutes into 27 Dresses, he had fallen asleep, arm still around you and one of his legs slightly intertwined with one of your own. But it’s not like you minded — the familiar weight of Sokka in your bed had caused all your worries to melt away, if only for the night.

You didn’t expect him to last past the first movie, but you were sure you would at least get through until Katherine Heigl got the man. But there was an overwhelming feeling of safety permeating the air with Sokka’s arms around you, and you ended up knocked out before she could even get through all twenty seven dresses.

It wasn’t lost on you how fortunate you were — he didn’t expect anything like that from you, he just wanted you to be safe. He was there for you. You would never understand how you had gotten so lucky with your boyfriend, but you would never stop being grateful for him.

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this is the most self indulgent thing ive ever written and i am NOT sorry

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