#a lot of these games have sorta lost a little from that there so if 2 had more of i hope maybe they can get it running

[silverselfshippingchaos]

m.axi thoughts. they don't stop, huh?

[cainite-bite]

While ultimately i want to see the silent hill franchise back, I am awfully disappointed it has to be 2. Not just because my bias of it being my least favorite in the franchise, but just the fact I feel there were other games that could have used it better, like you know... the first of the franchise that kicked the whole thing off. Especially since 2 and 3 already got (shitty) remasters and is a lot newer to people than half the franchise.

I know they’re just trying to go with the safe, what they are thinking is going to be the cash cow route, but I still just wished it would have been SH1 still.

That being said I hope they can actually do better for 2 and fix up some of its weak ends and fix up some of the characterizations going on  in the OG. SH2 has a lot of potential easily and I’d like to see that get more expanded

[koolades-world]

hello ^^

was wondering if youd be able to write something about the demon brothers (and maybe diavolo too) with mc whos a little dumb? as in they forget a lot of stuff (what day it is, where they put something only a few seconds ago, etc) and dont know a lot of things even if its obvious. theyre also a bit gullible and fall for fake news or scams a lot. basically a bimbo/himbo type of mc.

hi!! yeah sure thing!

actually went to google if there was a gender neutral version of bimbo himbo and apparently there actually is

presenting: thembo! haha I love this term

enjoy :)

Thembo/Himbo/Bimbo Mc

Lucifer

very protective of you

can't help but internally smile whenever you forget your train of thought or asks him what today's date is for the third time

if there's an unreliable news source that keeps finding it's way into your hands he sees personally that they mysteriously goes out of business

gotten surprisingly good at finding things you lost, like he'll just move one thing out of the way and what you're looking for will be there (big mom energy here)

Mammon

he's a himbo himself tbh

you're cut from the same cloth so you can be silly together

100% both of you will ask each other the time, check your D.D.D., and only leave that situation with what percent it's at so you have to check again and still don't have the time

you match each other's energy so well it's meant to be

Levi

he's not quite sure how to feel at first

he gets overwhelmed by the amount of questions you ask, but once you start asking questions about his games, you're instantly close

he doesn't mind repeating himself since you actually care about him

sometimes he forgets everything besides gaming so he gets it

Satan

if Mammon is your birds of a feather flock together, he's your opposite attract moment, even better than Lucifer

he always makes sure to let you know if something you've heard is fake or not and always makes it a lesson even though despite you listening, never seems to stick but that's ok he still loves you

however he loves how you embrace all of the things he loves even if you don't fully get it, like all the more complicated books he reads for fun

it's alright he has enough brains for the both of you lol

Asmo

sometimes he's very himbo so he has solutions to your problems

gives you a cute little invisible ink pen that activates when you stand or sit in spots you're in a lot to write on your arm with since regular ink isn't cute (solomon made it <3)

always asks you if you have everything before you leave the house with a checklist, and when you got home

please make sure to thank him!!

Beel

he also has the same oblivious nature, but he's more dense while you're more airhead

if you put your heads together (and with a little help from belphie) you can usually figure it out

will help you look for your D.D.D. while the both of you use the flashlight on your D.D.D.

ultimate duo fr

Belphie

he thinks you're so silly but tries to keep any playfully mean comments to a minimum

sometimes he can't help but poke fun at you but afterwards he always tells you he's sorry and tells you you're pretty

straight up puts tracking devices on important items that you handle everyday so that if you lose something, you can easily find it again, such as your toothbrush and textbooks

Diavolo

another sorta himbo, since he seems like he has no idea what he's doing but actually is very aware

if you lose something and really can't find it, no worries! he can just buy you a new one or have the Little D's search for it since they'll do anything to help you out

very understanding and sweet about it since he kinda gets it

the both of you can embrace this lifestyle together

[twipsai]

doodle dump!!!!! theres a lot of stuff in here, ranging back abouuuut a month and a half! putting explanations for all of these under the cut <3

1 - sort of a color study of a Forces screenshot cuz i thought the lighting was cool, but also its for a friends rewrite of the game!

2 - idk, i just wanted to draw hipster sonic from Boom except with modern sonic :P

3 - a silly concept for Prime! i have a headcanon that, after Sonic left the shatterverse, it sorta "reset" and repaired itself, and because of that it gained back the people it lost when it was originally shattered, aka Sonic and Shadow were brought into those timelines! the guy i drew here is named Breeze and hes from New Yoke -- Nine calls him Breezy :)

4 - a sorta-redraw of a screenshot from Boom. i just wanted to draw the bros hugging <3

5, 6, 7 - redraws of panels im particularly fond of from Scrapnik Island!

8 - ive been watching Sonic X and i absolutely fell in love with that little guy Bokkun so! i made a redesign of him if he was canon <3

9 - Surge in Android 18's outfit!

10 - triple s hand ideas <3 might make more of em with other characters

11, 12 - concepts of what i think Silver and Blaze looked like when they were kids!

13 - unfinished idea of what Silver's room would look like

14 - a Sonic OVA screenshot redraw

15 - ideas for modern Mighty and Ray! theyve got matching bows hehe <3

16 - Chris Thorndyke redesign, specifically with idw in mind! i have some more concepts of him with a special wispon for crimson wisps. oh, and his wisps name is Ava!

17 - ive seen people draw Terios and Feels together, but Feels transitioned to Mika!!!! anyways, i just think those two could be a cute duo, sorta with a quiet older brother and peppy younger sister vibe hehe

if anyone has any questions about any of these, feel free to shoot me an ask!!

[g-xix]

Time after Time | WillNE

summary: "when you and Will haven't had a date night in too long, and so wine-drunk and dopamine flooding your system, you and will get to dancing in the living room you two claimed and called home <3" hyper-fluffy Will blurb. Super domestic n soft, like scene setting just with major fluff iygwim. songs (a lot of songs inspired this lol): "I wanna dance with somebody", "time after time", "girls just wanna have fun", "my girl" ~the temptations

Imagine just sorta dancing in your living room with Will.

Long time without a date night. Too long without having just spent some quality time together.

You knew it, and so did Will.

And so the homemade pizza and board games date night was set, ending with the two of you just a bit wine drunk as Will brought out the archaic record player and vinyl, setting the needle down onto and allowing a familiar oldie to reverberate through the living room, making you sway from side to side as you brought your wineglass to your lips once more.

Will surprised you as he held a hand out however - open with his fingers outstretched - grin evident on his face as his other hand tucket behind his back, echoing the image of a chivalrous suitor requesting a dance.

You giggled at the notion, yet filled with a playful flirtatiousness, you linked your hand with his and pulled yourself onto your feet - setting your glass down on the wooden table and linking your other hand with Will's also, looking up into his eyes and admiring the smile lines in the corner which sourced from his lips which curved upwards in joy - his stubble bordering his face and contrasting his pearly teeth which glowed from beneath his perfect smile.

A laugh fell from your lips as Will raised your hand to spin you, yourself playing along and having all too much fun as you indeed let yourself twirl with your hand attached to Will's still. And pressing back into Will's chest, you let your arm outstretch towards the right of your body, linked with Will's as you swayed back and forth with the music, the hand around the small of your back leading your swings back and forth.

Your head fell into his chest, burrowing and finding comfort within the warm of his body as you closed your eyes and simply rest yourself against Will, still slowly oscillating at your own gentle pace. Truly, it felt as though your whole body was filled with gold-dust which vibrated back and forth, creating thermal energy by their locomotion, filling you with a fervent glow as you simply felt home within Will's presence.

You didn't fail to return the spin to Will either though - getting onto the tips of your toes and raising your arm to make the tall man whirl like a pretty princess, crouching to duck under your arm and spin with a bursting guffaw of his own, his eyes radiating unchained elation, mossy irises illuminated with golden stars reflecting the ambient lighting of the little flat you together inhabited. 

The moment felt timeless. Each note seemed to carry you further away from your reality, wrapping you in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy - Will's hands gentle yet firm, guiding you effortlessly, as though he'd done this thousands of times before (which he most definitely hadn't).

You both moved in perfect harmony, your steps synchronizing facilely, a testament to the incomparable connection you shared with one another. And the laughter and joy that bubbled up between you were a reminder of the simple pleasures that you'd both missed, having been too lost within your working lives for far too long.

Will's breath tickled your ear as he leaned in, whispering something sweet that made you giggle and blush. You responded with a light jab at his shoulder, feeling lighter and more carefree than you had in ages. His laughter, rich and warm, resonated through his chest and into you, amplifying the sense of belonging that enveloped you both.

The song changed to something smoother and more relaxed, and your movements followed  in suit; Will drew you closer, your bodies pushed flush together, dance slower and less vigorous. You rested your cheek against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. It was a sound more comforting than any melody, and grounded you within the moment, allowing you to just stop... and take in the beauty of your relationship, and the memories you'd built and shared together.

As the music continued to play, you both fell into a quiet, comfortable silence. The only sounds were the faint hum of the record player and the gentle rustling of your clothes as you swayed. Will's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you even closer, if that was possible. You tilted your head up, meeting his gaze.

The song began to wind down, and Will dipped you dramatically, earning another burst of laughter from you. As he brought you back up, he captured your lips in a tender kiss, sealing the moment with love. When the record finally ended, and the room fell silent, you remained in each other's arms, unwilling to let go.

Rain beat against the window outside, sky dimming as the day faded away, the warm white glow of your apartment window a beacon above London, in which nobody could've even dreamed of the love that filled the room, wrapped in one other's arms, lost in the warm vehemence of the moment <3

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[pedgito]

hi bestie, could i please request either steve or eddie, whoever you're feeling more, smoking weed with their good friend f!reader and learning that she gets a major oral fixation when she's high? love your writing the absolute most!

author's note: look, i couldn't choose so you get both. i also don't write steve often so if this is horrible i'm sorry lol

cw: 18+ (minors dni), established friendship, steve is a little clueless, smoking/getting high, threesomes, oral fixation (sorta, i lost focus pretty quick lol), oral (f & m receiving), mentions of steddie, lots of kissing and teasing each other, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 5k

Steve wasn’t supposed to be here—not that you cared, but it was a surprise when you walked through the door that night and he was settled on Eddie’s living room couch, shoes left by the door and his sock covered feet plopped up on the cushion that separated him and Eddie. You can’t even imagine the conversation you interrupted when they both stare at you wide-eyes, like Eddie forget to mention to Steve that you were coming over—or that possibly, he forgot about you coming over at all.

It wasn’t a weekly thing, but Eddie would pick a few random nights out of the month to smoke with you and watch a couple movies—you’d knew each other since grade school, when Eddie had much less of a mane than he did now and wasn’t nearly as intimidating to people. Not that he could ever seem that way to you, it was impossible.

“Oh, hey—” Eddie breathes, fingers tapping absently against the arm of the couch where his arm was slung over, knee tucked up under his forearm, his foot planted firmly against the cushion. He was dressed down, a plain black shirt and similarly colored sweatpants. Steve still had on his work uniform, pinned name tag stuck to his vest, “Steve’s here.”

You smile slightly, closing the door shut behind you and tossing the small bag on snacks on his cluttered kitchen counter. “I see that.” You nod, making eye contact with the culprit, Steve looked severely out of place, “Steve.”

“I should go, right?” Steve asks wearily, finger pointing toward the front door. “I feel like I’m interrupting something—“

“No, it’s fine.” You assure him, “I just—“ A small laugh bubbles from your chest, “since when does Steve Harrington smoke weed?”

“Hey—I’ve smoked before,” Steve defends, “I mean, my parents would kill me if they found out about it, but I have a few times.”

You glance over at Eddie, his face riddled with amusement.

“He’s a crowd smoker, isn’t he?”

“A what?”

“You only smoke around groups because everyone else is doing it—but to answer that question,” Eddie looks at you with a narrowed gaze, “he’s not.”

“Oh?”

You’re intrigued, you couldn’t help it—hanging out with Steve had never been on your agenda, but it wasn’t the worst possible scenario.

“We’ve smoked a few times before,” Eddie explains, “like, once or twice.”

“So, you’re cheating on me with Harrington?” You feign the shot to your ego, hand pressed against your chest as you leaned against the counter, still a large distance from the two boys.

They looked comfortable, at ease—despite your steady friendship with Eddie, you didn’t realize just how close him and Steve had become. You’ve only tagged alone to Family Video a few times with Eddie, figuring most of it was just polite small talk, but it all makes a lot more sense now.

“I could never,” Eddie smiles, reaching for the blunt tucked securely behind his ear, flipping it through his fingers, “anyways, are we gonna start a game of twenty one questions or—“

“Wayne’s gonna kill you if he finds out you smoked on his couch.” You remind him.

“Obviously—“ Eddie retorts, “that’s why we’re moving this to the bedroom.”

You grimace in subtle disgust, “God, why do you say it like that?”

“It’s a special place,” Eddie replies dramatically, “where all the magic happens.”

Steve looks up at you, eyes wide but soft, lips down-turned in a slight frown, “Is he always like this?”

“With me?” You ask redundantly, “Yes.”

Not that you minded any of it, Eddie was probably the only person that could get away with talking to you in such a manor that didn’t make you immediately want to vomit.

Eddie always called it the Munson charm, whatever that was.

Steve coughs through the first couple of drags, not allowing the smoke to reach his lungs properly. It was like watching a baby try to stand on it’s own for the first time and Steve was severely out of his element.

“Have you been letting him smoke like this?” You ask Eddie, eyes widened in shock. Eddie shrugs, pressing the joint to his lips. “You’re a terrible friend.”

“I could shotgun him,” Eddie jokes lightheartedly, “but I don’t need him falling in love with me.”

“Like, when you shotgun a beer?” Steve asks curiously, eyes watching your movements carefully, lips closing around the joint and breathing in deep, chest heaving at the action. His look lingers down the valley of your chest before quickly averting back to your eyes, “I’ve done that before.”

You and Eddie both share a similar laugh, glancing over at Steve with amusement, Eddie offers a soft, “Uh—close, but not really.”

“Not close at all.” You shake your head, looking at Eddie with bemusement. “Steve, have you actually been able to get high? I mean, do you ever feel anything?”

“Well, there was that one time—“ Steve doesn’t elaborate, eyes turned up toward the ceiling as he thought, head tilted slightly, “but that wasn’t weed.”

Your mouth hung open slightly, watching Steve chew at his bottom lip, “I’m not even gonna ask,” You respond, glancing over at Eddie, “—wanna demonstrate?”

Eddie smiles widely, “My pleasure, sweetheart.” Eddie rests his hand on the side of your face, joint shoved between his lips as he breathed in the smoke before carefully holding it off to the side, using the leverage he had on your face to squeeze your mouth open, blowing the smoke into your own mouth, laughing airily as his tongue grazed your own.

Steve couldn’t do anything but stare, eyes glazed over in astonishment as he watched the exchange, both of you pulling back with a satiated smile.

“How have we never done that before?” Eddie asks curiously, pulling back with a subtle pout.

“Because, you disgust me.” You smile, lying through your teeth. You couldn’t openly admit how quickly your mind drifted elsewhere when you got this high, how easily a simple touch could drive you crazy.

Eddie was handsy like this, always finding a reason to cuddle up against you or kiss you lazily—and you didn’t try to stop him, but it was very few and far between that you actually allowed it. You were good at burying it away, offering a small peck or closed-mouth kiss in return, but even that was maddening. If it went further, Eddie would call it out immediately—he had no problem teasing you about it.

“Here, do Harrington.” Eddie suggests with a snide smirk, watching as you rolled your eyes annoyance.

You turned to a curious Steve with a small, comforting smile and mirrored Eddie’s actions, pressing the joint to your lips and grabbing at Steve’s face, which he welcomed easily, tilting his neck slightly as your palm curved around the underside of his firm jaw. You could feel the prickle of stubble against your fingertips, something that sent a surge of excitement through your body despite how hard you tried to ignore it.

“Do I just—“ Steve stammers, quickly interrupted by a head shake from you, pressing your lips to his fully, blowing the smoke into his mouth, a small noise escaping his throat in response, tongue grazing against your top lip accidentally as he pulled away, “—fuck, sorry.”

Eddie can see it on your face when you pull away, swallowing hard as you watched Steve lick his chapped lips, blurting out a, “No fuckin’ way.”

“What?” Both you and Steve respond in unison.

“That’s why you don’t want me kissing you?” Eddie asks, a snide smirk pulling at his face.

“Eddie,” You warn, “shut up.”

Steve eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, watching the exchange between you two.

“Let’s do it again.” Eddie urges, knowing exactly the type of reaction he would get if you let him, “One more time.”

“No.” You grumble, ignoring the immediate interest your body has in the matter.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find Eddie attractive, that wasn’t the case at all—but you and Eddie had always been careful about crossing that line. However, Eddie wasn’t the one who wanted that, it was you. He’d pounce on you in a heartbeat if you allowed it, and frankly, your judgement was skewed at the moment.

“Just the one,” He begs, “and I’ll leave it alone.”

It was a dangerous move to make and you blamed your lack of hesitancy on the high that was creeping in, huffing out a long sigh before waving him forward.

“Fine.” You grumble, an eager Eddie already poised to lean forward. Steve doesn’t know where to look, feeling like he might be intruding, but he watches on anyways.

Eddie presses his lips against yours fully, with all the confidence he can muster, tongue dragging along yours slowly, smoke forgotten about as it seeps through the cracks, bellowing out of his nose as he initiates the kiss. You moan brokenly, eyes falling shut as you played into his game, unable to help yourself. It was just too good.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie says lovingly, pulling back for a brief moment, “you’ve been keeping secrets.”

“Am I missing something?” Steve asks, breaking through the tense silence that had developed between you and Eddie, your eyes glaring pensively into his own.

Eddie chuckles deeply, passing the joint to Steve, “I never really noticed until just now—“ He points at you sparingly, “It’s only ever when we smoke that she acts that way and I didn’t think anything of it until I watched you two. I assumed you were just playing it up to mess with me—“

“I like being kissed when I’m high,” You offer bluntly, “or just like—my mouth gets really sensitive, I can’t explain it.”

“I think you just did.” Eddie remarks, offering a sickeningly sweet smile your way.

“Is that bad?” Steve asks, still partially confused. “I don’t see how that’s a problem?”

Eddie makes a noise of triumph, “See, Steve gets it.”

“I get it.” Steve agrees, hands motioning toward himself.

“Great—you’re both geniuses. Now, can we move on?”

Eddie was resilient though—and apparently, so was Steve. They both share a look, similar to what you walked in on earlier. Your eyebrows furrow slightly, glancing between the two of them.

“Hey—no, what was that?” You ask, finger wagging back and forth between the two of them briefly. You’re almost embarrassed to ask, afraid you might be overthinking things. “Wait, are you both, like—“

“No!” Steve responds quickly, clearing his throat to better compose himself, “No, uh—we’ve kissed before but that’s it.”

Something tells you that's a lie.

“Steve was asking if I’ve ever had a threesome.” Eddie interrupts, “I told him no—unfortunately, Steve forced himself into a tricky predicament and now he’s completely in over his head, aren’t you pretty boy?”

“Was I supposed to say no?” Steve asks, like the idea seemed ridiculous. “Who says no to that?”

“Lots of people,” You tell him, “—you don’t need to feel obligated because it’s some, like, rite of fuckin’ passage. That’s all bullshit.”

“I mean, I wanted to.” Steve assures you, “I still want to.”

You press further, “But?”

“I might’ve played it up,” Steve admits, “They’ve both never done it before and I told them I had some experience with it.”

“Steve,” You groan, covering your face with your hands in frustration, “oh my god—you know what, it actually makes total sense.”

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Why you two are friends,” You tell him, holding up your fingers to emphasize your point, “Clueless, full of yourself, and way too horny.”

“So, we’re just drifting over your whole oral fixation thing?” Eddie laughs, “Like that wasn’t just a few minutes ago?”

You clench your jaw, snatching the joint from Steve’s hands angrily and taking a long, deep drag. You weren’t high enough to deal with this, not yet.

“Then what the fuck was that look?” You ask, “Or are we keeping secrets now, Eddie?”

And there’s nothing he hates more than his own words being used against him, a saccharine smile spreading across your face.

“I told Steve I’d be down to help him practice, but that we’d need to find another participant,” Eddie shrugs, “kinda defeats the purpose of a threesome if you can’t find a third.”

“I might’ve brought your name up earlier,” Steve admits shyly, “I was just joking initially—but you walked in right after that.”

It all makes sense then, the weird look and tension that lingered when you stepped foot inside Eddie’s trailer. You could feel it now, but less uncomfortable—and you almost, almost propositioned them yourself. But no, you weren’t nearly as bold as either of them. Plus, with the high kicking in, you couldn’t help yourself.

“I’m not having sex with either of you,” You tell them firmly, and Eddie has the courage to laugh, plucking the joint from your fingers and snuffing it out in the ashtray at his bedside, “not in a million fuckin’ years.”

“Hey, woah—woah,” Eddie chides, “slow your roll, sweetheart.”

Eddie was wounded, but he didn’t show it.

Steve blinks heavily and you can see it on his face, the switch in his demeanor as the weed settles in.

“I just wanted to—I don’t know, test it out?” Steve shrugs, “Some kissing and stuff.”

“Unless you’re afraid to watch us kiss,” Eddie presses, “is that it? Is it too much for you?”

He’s only teasing, but it’s enough to make you retort in annoyance.

“Oh, like when you nearly busted in your pants after I made out with Chrissy Cunningham in front of you at that party last year?” You ask with a snark to your tone, “I can handle myself a lot better than you can, Eddie.”

Steve eyes you wearily, still looking ridiculous in his work uniform, the vest bunching up around his stomach where his shirt had ridden up from him laying out on his side against Eddie’s bed.

“So, is that a yes?” Steve asks hopefully.

“On one condition,” You tell him, “we never speak of this again.”

“Deal.” They both respond in unison, far too eager.

It feels like a fever dream, Steve leaning over you to reach for Eddie, meeting him in the middle of your lap. He’d finally took the vest off after some persuasion from you, striped cotton shirt riding up in his stomach, the few buttons it did have were completely unbuttoned and failing to hide that patch of chest hair hidden underneath. Eddie smiled into the kiss, the dimple in his cheek deepening at the emotion he showed, the familiar sense of giddiness spreading throughout his body.

You’re not sure what to do, where to look, until Eddie’s hand is squeezing at your thigh, over the material of your jeans, a reassuring pressure that reminded him that you were still a part of this—he wanted you to watch, as taboo as it was for you.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” Eddie assures you, mouth still very much involved with Steve, both of there eyes shut in pure bliss as their mouths met at an unhurried pace, all tongue and sloppy cadence. “You can stare all you want.”

And you do it, falling back on your palms as Steve’s hands fell in front of himself, just between the space in your legs, your chest rising and falling with every slow breath you took, afraid to move, afraid to interrupt the moment—until Steve separates from Eddie without hesitation and pulls you to him, the heat of his palm spreading out across your cheek as he kissed you gently, less forced that with Eddie.

This was new to him, and you; he didn’t want to come on too strong and you appreciated that, but it wasn’t nearly what you were hoping for. You needed the intensity, all of it—if this was following you all to the grave, it was going to be worth it.

Eddie makes a noise, noting the frustration on your face.

He tuts, running his fingers gingerly through the back of Steve’s hair, “More, Harrington.”

You laugh softly against his lips, “Really, it’s okay—I don’t need you to hold back.”

“You sure?” Steve asks quietly, noses bumping together gently in the process, leaving slow, lingering kisses against your lips, the kind that had you chasing after him for another. “I can get a little, uh—“

“Intense?” You finish for him, “Even better.”

Steve chuckles at that, slipping his hands around your backside until they’re resting just underneath the curve of your ass, adjusting you gently until you’re laid out against the mattress, Eddie following along too as he sprawls out on his side, fingers drifting along the skin of your exposed stomach, shirt pulled up slightly in the process.

Steve follows through on his words, hand pulling at your thigh until it bracketed against his hip, tongue delving into your mouth without hesitation, alighting every nerve-ending possible, an audible moan slipping from your throat and into Steve’s mouth. He bucks his hips involuntarily through his movements, pulling at your hands until they’re locked above your head in his grip, freeing one of his hands to tip your chin up, kissing you until you can’t breathe, pulling away briefly to allow yourself the luxury, catching glimpse of Eddie’s relaxed state, palm rubbing at the front of his sweatpants lazily. Steve notices it too, glancing down with a soft laugh.

“You did say ‘and stuff’,” Eddie defends weakly, his idle hand still resting comfortably against the expanse of your stomach, a constant reminder of his presence—not that you could forget it, “don’t worry, I’ll keep it in my pants.”

“Don’t,” You tell him honestly, and Steve pulls back slightly, startled by your words, “—what? I said no sex, that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy all the other stuff.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asks for reassurance.

You nod, “I mean, I would be doing the same thing to you, but uh—“ You looked up to your joined hands and back down at him, “there seems to be a problem.”

“O-oh,” Steve responds quickly, releases your hands gently. You smile devilishly, hands fisted into the front of Eddie’s shirt to pull him closer, “can I touch you?” Steve asks, neither pleading nor begging, rather just checking in.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t,” You say admittedly, shifting your legs until Steve can shove his knee in the apex, Eddie’s lips becoming curious as they latch into your neck, “—hey, no marks.”

Eddie makes a small noise of disapproval, the flurry of his hair near your face smelling of cheap weed and old spice, “Touch her, Steve.” Eddie instructs, his wandering hands following the line of your body until they reach the button on your jeans, deft fingers working away to pop it open.

Your hands feel empty, jittery with anticipation and the only thing you can think to do is busy them, rubbing your open palm over the front of Eddie’s sweats, a noise of approval leaving his throat as his lips latch onto your neck. He ruts slowly, savoring the friction as his hand finds its way toward Steve’s thigh and over the front of his own jeans—Eddie knows exactly what Steve’s packing, unbeknownst to you and the smug grin on his face is obvious as his hands search and squeeze gently, a rough, throaty chuckle leaving Steve’s mouth as he kisses you once more. It’s deep and needy, teeth dragging against your bottom lip as his hands move in time, slipping over the front of your underwear, his fingers rubbing over the soft patch of wetness.

Steve eyes connect with yours in a look of knowing, mumbling a soft, “Yeah?” at the obvious state of your arousal.

“I told you it was a problem,” You say through a weak laugh that quickly turns into a gasp as Steve moves the fabric to the side and runs a finger through your folds, gauging your response, “I really can’t help it.”

“And thank god for that,” Eddie remarks, shoving Steve out of the way gently to pull your mouth to his, kissing you hungrily, tongue darting out towards yours in a challenge, begging you to chase him, “right, Harrington?”

You roll your eyes in annoyance, looking up at an amused Steve, his fingers working slowly against your cunt, careful touches until your face scrunches up in pleasure, finding just the spot he was looking for, “He talks too much, doesn’t he?” Steve asks with a flippant tone, glancing over at his friend who can’t be bothered to care, mouth dragging against yours as you pull away to speak, a soft moan slipping from your lips.

“Absolutely.” You nod slowly, gripping the front of Eddie’s jeans a little tighter, his cock throbbing underneath your touch.

“I know something that’ll keep my mouth busy,” Eddie hints, earning a skeptical look from you.

But, lines were already being crossed and you couldn’t be bothered to stop him, offering another nod his way.

“Fuck—go ahead,” You breath and Eddie pulls away swiftly, you glance up at Steve, watching as he tried to process what was happening, his own cock straining behind the zipper of his jeans, “come here.”

Steve shifts hesitantly on his knees, your fingers slipping past his waistband, pulling him the rest of the way.

“Oh, you don’t have to,” Steve interrupts, your fingers trailing over the bulge in his jeans, “I don’t really—“

“Steve,” You drag out, “I want to.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asks.

It’s endearing, how often he tried to check in with you—and maybe it’s his own nervousness doing the talking, but it’s comforting knowing that you weren’t the only one feeling as if you were losing your mind.

“It’s either your mouth, your fingers, or your dick—” You list off, shifting slightly as Eddie pulled at your jeans, interjecting with a snide, “I know what I’d chose.” You smile up at Steve, “You heard him, Harrington.”

And to be fair, you had a sense of Steve’s size, but it’s much more intimidating when he yanks at his jeans, underwear following suit until his cock was standing stiff in front of your face—and suddenly you’re jealous that you’ve shit on Steve’s flirting tactics for so long, because the confidence was absolutely justified. Eddie’s fingers squeeze at your thighs, bring you back to reality and to the realization of your bare cunt positioned in front of Eddie’s face—all weird and awkward tension completely dismissed when he smiles up at you, offering a teasing, “Go easy on her, big boy.”

Steve is just as unfiltered as Eddie in his actions and words, but while Eddie is the type to offer you constant praise and sweet remarks, Steve is nothing but a mess in his own mind, murmuring out a soft, repetitive, “Fuck, fuck,” as you mouth at the tip of his cock, tongue running along the slit to taste at the rivulet of precome resting there, the weight of his cock against your tongue driving you wild, a tinge of excitement running through your body as Eddie’s tongue flattens out over your sensitive clit, moaning from the over-stimulation.

You can’t help but stare up at Steve’s parted lips, plump and wet from how often he licked them, eyes solely focused on you as his hesitant hands came up to cup your face, fingers gliding into the hair at the base of your neck, giving him an unobstructed view as your cheeks hollowed out, mouth sinking down on him in languid strokes, leaning heavily on your elbow as you free hand reached up to cover what your mouth couldn’t reach. It only seems to spur Steve further, pleading eyes boring into his own—you’re not sure what you’re asking for, but Steve nods, using the leverage he had to push his cool deeper until your eyes water from the force of it, pulling back with a strained gasp, wiping at your spit covered lips.

“Fuck, I’ve never—“ Steve sighs, “People always say it’s too much,” He’s not sure what he’s trying to say, but he’s staring down with intrigue, the gears turning in his head, “can you take more?”

Eddie’s working you up quickly, tongue flicking over your clit in hurried movements, using his hands to keep your thighs spread to the point of strain, muscles protesting the stretch. Your hand leaves Steve’s cock briefly, burying into the curls at the top of Eddie’s head, hips bucking up into his face selfishly.

Eddie shakes his head slightly, pulling away in punishment.

“Answer him, sweetheart.” He orders, “Don’t let me distract you.”

You give him an incredulous look, filling with a sense of rage at his stubborn, only interrupted when Steve’s fingers tapping at the underside of your chin, urging you to look up at him.

His eyebrows raise in question, earning a jerky nod in return, letting him guide his cock against your lips, his own hand gripped firmly at his shaft like he’s struggling to stave off his own orgasm, a small pout forming in his lips as he watched his cock slowly disappearing into your mouth until it’s just as deep again. You breath through your nose, a slow, deep intake as he pushes even further and holds you there, his head falls back, “Fuck—that’s so,” Steve lingers on the words, interrupted by Eddie’s never-ending comments.

“She likes the praise, Steve.” Eddie supplies, “No reason to hold back now.”

Steve nods absently, groaning out a broken, “Good girl,” and you swallow around him at that, pulling an even needy groan from his chest, “Oh, good fuckin’ girl.”

He pulls back suddenly, allowing you some relief before slipping back in, his hips moving eagerly into your mouth, hands still gripped firmly at the back of your neck as he fucks into your mouth just as you hoped for, taking as much as him as you could—even if it still wasn’t enough.

You can feel the deep pit of pleasure in your belly, thighs struggling against Eddie’s hold as you tip over the edge unexpectedly, moaning against Steve’s cock—and he’s not expecting it either, gasping out a desperate, “Where? Where can I—“

Steve’s never gone so far to come inside someone’s mouth without asking, but you don’t need to hear it, urging him along with your mouth, lips closing around him tightly as you work him over until he’s coming with a rough groan, pulling gently at your hair from the sheer force that his orgasm hits him, hips thrusting slightly as he rides it out, coming down your throat in long, thick spurts. It’s an afterthought to swallow as he pulls his dick out slowly, resting back on his calves and closing his eyes in exhaustion, letting go of your hair to rest his palms against the mattress.

Eddie looks up with a satisfied grin, having witnessed the exchange with a heated gaze, mouth still shining with your wetness and making him look insane as he laughed, “She’s a keeper, right?” Eddie compliments.

Steve nods dumbly, taking a deep breath as he speaks, “I’ve never came in anyone’s mouth before—that was…”

“Really?” You ask with a lilt to your voice, “Never?”

Steve shakes his head, staring at you openly until Eddie’s forcing his way back up and connecting his mouth with yours sloppily, chuckling through the motions as he pulls Steve down clumsily—he can taste Steve on your tongue, the headiness of it and you can taste yourself just as well, an intense exchange as Eddie sighs into your mouth, “Wanna taste her?” He asks to Steve, tilting his head to the side as Steve hovered over, face just a few inches away from both of you. He smile slightly, connecting his lips to Eddie’s with practiced ease, allowing the dirty exchange of Eddie’s tongue licking into his mouth, pulling on the metalhead's hair in response that has Eddie groaning playfully, teeth showing through his grin.

“I might have to give up that other threesome.” Steve jokes, loose hair bouncing against his forehead as he pulls away, both you and Eddie looking up at him curiously.

“You heard the lady—it’s a one and done deal.” Eddie explains with a hint of sadness, playing up the emotion.

But, Eddie knows far too well, eyeing you until you finally give in with an exasperated sigh.

“We tell no one,” You emphasize, “got it?”

Steve nods eagerly.

“Told you,” Eddie teases, tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth as he smiles, glaring up at Steve, “didn’t I?”

“Told him what?”

“Steve’s a little irresistible to the ladies and gents,” Eddie says knowingly, “even the stubbornest ones.”

You roll your eyes dramatically, “We can forget him next time.” You tell Steve, which he shrugs in response too, seemingly agreeing.

“Hey,” Eddie responds with offense, voice cracking slightly, “what—that’s not fair.”

“She’s the boss.” Steve defends, finding the time to pull his pants back up and shift to lay beside you on the bed.

“Oh wait,” The thought dawns on you suddenly, staring down at Eddie’s noticeably less prominent bulge, “—you didn’t—“

“I did,” Eddie laughs uncomfortably, shifting to reveal noticeable wet spot at the front of his sweats, “speaking of, I need to go change.”

“I’ll keep her company.” Steve grins devilishly, letting Eddie flick his vest back in his direction, the material hitting him directly in the chest as Eddie disappears down the hall.

Eddie’s only slightly offended when he returns to Steve pressing you down into the mattress again, teasing you with the slowest kisses possible. But you pull him in without question, letting him fall into a lazy rhythm of trading kisses—and maybe when the high wore of you’d regret all of it, but you can’t be bothered to care.

[ronearoundblindly]

No pressure at all! But I had an idea for your ‘how would the Cevans characters react’ I’ve loved every installment of this so far 🥰🖤🥰

How would they react if reader was having an off day and for some reason couldn’t get off so she faked having an orgasm in bed.

Is this because of @cevansbrat0007's Ari fic? (which is great, go read that, but I feel like I've seen a surge in this trope since) Because, see, this is very interesting to me, and I really hope you've read other stuff of mine before, nonnie. I don't write everybody as a perfect gentleman...

Warnings for various levels of spice since we are, in fact, talking about orgasms, duh! MINORS DNI. See my Light Masterlist for all-age friendly fics!

James Mace

Ok, I'm not sure it would get so far as for you to actually fake it. Mace is a slow, steady, deep kind of lover. He'd realize you aren't getting anywhere or building up to it pretty quickly, all things considered, and he would make you talk to him while he continues foreplay/touching you. Pretty sure he just wants to be attached to you in some way while you have time together...

Curtis Everett

Curtis gets very intense when he senses you're holding something back, like predatorily intense. Uses his body to cage you in, constant eye contact, probably even pinching/tickling you until you confess.

He doubles down. You fake one; Curtis forces two out of you in return.

Jimmy Dobyne

Shockingly, Jimmy would be super upset if you faked an orgasm with him. (There is one caveat to this: IF HE FINDS OUT.) Jimmy is a straight-forward guy who doesn't enjoy dating games. You aren't into sex right now? Fucking say something. He's horrified by the idea you would just lay there and take it or whatever because what the fuck???

He's got simple rules. If you don't like something, tell him because he can handle himself for one night/a little while or he'll happily do something different. If you never want something he does, then you two shouldn't be together. That's it.

Sex is an important aspect of your relationship, but it ain't the whole thing. Tell him to piss off, or ask for a quiet night of holding each other. Do not lie, cheat, or steal. You lied about being satisfied, you cheated him out of the chance to actually give you what you needed, and you stole his confidence that he recognizes your body's signals. Yes, Jimmy sorta makes it about him, but that's mostly because he feels helpless and a little dirty.

Johnny Storm

Existential CRISIS.

Have you ever faked it with him before? Have other women faked it with him?? Is this a common thing??? Hot shot goes into full-meltdown mode, and unsurprisingly, you end up kinda lost in the narrative there, soothing him instead of yourself.

Oddly enough, you two do end up closer from the experience though because Johnny realizes that he very much values trust and honesty, whereas before he would have thought plain ol' fun the most important thing...

Jake Jensen

Jakey, my beloved, clueless noob... He doesn't really know what to do. He asks a lot of questions. What's wrong? What can he do? What do you want in this moment? Should he have done it differently? Do you need more? Something else? Was it him?

For a dozen times after, he'll ask if that one was real or fake. He's touchy about it, but 90% of his concern is just that you are actually happy. He puts in quite a bit of extra effort for a while after, too.

Lloyd Hansen

I am a broken record when it comes to Lloyd: he does not care. At best, he'd be torturing you to come for his own pleasure. At worst, well, he's there to get off. You don't need to.

If by some magical scenario Lloyd does give a fuck about you or your feelings, I think he'd expect you to take what you needed from him to climax. Otherwise, it's not really his problem.

Ari Levinson

Depends on his own mood for sure. When Ari is stressed or tired, he tends to turn inward and focus on his own feelings, not purposefully ignoring you but still. It reads like he didn't/doesn't notice and just continues on with sleep/the normal routine. If he's got the emotional, energy bandwidth to talk it out with you, he absolutely will. Don't take any offense. Sometimes he's muddling through like you.

Ransom Drysdale

Has no idea. Probably doesn't want to have an idea. Unless it becomes a regular problem, he's just gonna let it slide. He won't bring it up if you don't.

Steve Rogers

On the surface, Steve looks concerned and listens to your reasons for faking, but honestly, on the inside, he hates the idea that you felt the need to. Steve will easily forego sex in favor of literally anything you want to do, so to let it get all the way to love-making and apparently suffering through till he's finished? It makes him a bit sick. He'll get more more restrained and cautious in future, all for want of you never faking again.

Bucky Barnes

Feels like a huge failure as a partner. Spends a good portion of the conversation having you promise to communicate with him better from now on. This is from a man who has so many things going on in his mind that Bucky is often derailed from pleasure/enjoyment during sex. He's just very triggered by the darndest things, and you've been so understanding. Why can't he be that for you, too?

Thank you for asking!

A/N: I know these are a bit short. Let me know if there's one or more you'd like expanded on, but thank you for reading!

[Main Masterlist; 'Who Would...' Asks; Ko-Fi]

[aerynwrites]

If you would be open to it, I’d love to ask for your HCs on: (* * spoiler-ish ahead * *) what if reader/tav went with Halsin at the end of Act III to establish a sanctuary for the refugees/take care of the children? Little snippets of life sort of things for how you think it would be between the two of them without the pressures of saving the whole world. I love your perspectives and writing !! Definitely would be awesome to read your take on that sorta thing

I as going to have this up sooner but tumblr apparently hates me and deleted the post on two different occasions when I was working on it lmao. so sorry for the delay, but I hope you enjoy!

Halsin and Reader after The game

Okay so

I feel like a lot of their first few months would be focusing on rebuilding efforts.

bc personally - I know Halsin in game says that he is going back to Thaniel's realm. But I love the idea of him actually returning to Moonrise/the old shadow lands and rebuilding the area there to truly give the refugees a place to call home.

so lots of rebuilding, coordinating relief efforts, etc.

I also feel like you would convince Halsin rebuild the little house that you all found Oliver in for a house of your own away from the hustle and bustle of things.

and after just a few short months it seems like its done.

sure there will always be things to do and fix and rebuild, but everyone had a roof over their head and full bellies and safety!

something none of you have had in a while.

Halsin relishes in it. you thought he was a bright light in the darkness before, he's even more so now.

like a actual weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

for the first time in centuries he's able to truly take in what's in front of him, and he spends pretty much every moment of that new feeling with you.

one thing you love doing is looking at the stars, an activity Halsin also enjoys.

he loves pointing out the different constellations to you, or if he's in bear for you'll do the same for him as you lean into his furry side.

speaking of his bear form...

The refugee children fucking love that shit.

the children love Halsin in general, especially those who lost their parents and look to him as a father figure of sorts.

They practically hang off of him whenever you two venture into the more populated areas.

they always beg him to wild shape, something he hardly ever denies since he often prefers that form anyways.

And he's admitted to you on a few occasions that he loves to see them happy and laughing after all they've been through.

life would continue this way for a while, your only true responsibilities being protecting those around you.

Life is finally peaceful, quiet and you wouldn't change much.

after a few years I could see Halsin possibly bringing up the idea of children, but he would never push.

if you want children of your own biologically he would be More than happy to indulge that desire lol.

but if that's not something you envision for yourself he would be happy that way too: kids, no kids, adopting one of the children in need...Halsin is happy if you are happy.

and no matter what life throws at you, you both know you have each other from now on.

[11queensupreme11]

If this was a competition to see who was winning in the advancement of their relationship with Percy let's just say:

1st place: Anubis

married

sleeps in the same bed

have a palace together

have a kid

Successfully co-parent

Semi-stable relationship (only because one doesn't know their actually in a relationship🤪)

2nd place: Hades

Married

Rule together (sorta I mean their King and Queen of Helheim now so c'est la vie)

Took her first kiss

Has had some HEAVY petting sessions

3rd Place: Poseidon (I just know he would hate that his relationship is ranked lower than Anubis AND Hades but u snooze, u lose; my man)

Closer bond and easier access to Percy and what she can and can't do (cause he's, u know...her dad😭)

Have couple-themed thrones

Has the backing of Proteus and the other seven kingdoms (plus mommy!rhea)

Had some HEAVY petting sessions😏

Will throw hands for his daughter (no words, his hands are rated E for everyone (even Percy but only during certain...situations😏👏🍑))

4th Place: Beelzebub (has been bumped down to 4 since he's been avoiding her lately and the other yans have taken this time to STEP UP their mf game!)

Percy has an unacknowledged growing crush on him that was confirmed by Aphrodite

They have gone on MULTIPLE dates (strawberry picking, trips to the city, Ferris wheel💙, outings to Valhalla, sightseeing via taxi cab(with a little side of assisted homicide for flair 💅🏾) slow dancing, etc.)

Knows about her friends and family

Knows most of her secrets

Shared backstories

Similar suicidal tendencies (we love shared trauma🥺)

Slow burn couple

Compliment each other personalities (very black cat and golden retriever vibes)

BONDAGE

Also very How to Train Your Own Percy coded (rewards via blue food and walks help✅)

5th Place: Loki (lost a lot of points with the recent murder attempt but gained some aura points for saving his girl from being 🍇ed by her uncle so be lucky u made it to 5th)

Been on MULTIPLE dates (dinner in Valhalla, sleepover in Asgard, braiding each other's hair, trip to Scandinavia (even tho it was brief lol), etc.)

Knows most of her more important secrets

Personally crafted a life sized doll in her image (even when she's not around he's thinking about her🥺)

6th Place: Apollo

Been on ONE date

Is an honest and genuine guy

Can't and won't lie to her (we all need a partner like this)

Things she's beautiful no matter what state he sees her in (it's mostly angry or irritated)

7th Place: Cu Chulainn (TBD)

Not much known yet but I predict he will be an ass at first but his shittiness grows on u (like a situationship that was only supposed to last months but lasted years instead 😭)

Little enemies to lovers (they have fun bantering w each other)

I LOVE THE LITTLE SUMMARIES OF EACH SHIP 😭😭😭

especially the beelzebub one!!! let me just add that they used to go on WEEKLY dates together!!!

so the ones i wrote about are just a few of them, there are actually many more that happen off-screen (cuz you know, i gotta focus on the plot) so yeah, since beel used to be her caretaker for months now and they go to "dates" on midgard once a week (unless percy misbehaves during class or scores low on exams lol; the midgard dates are her rewards for being "good" so yeah), they've been on at least more than ten dates

(they're actually really not dates to percy, she just thinks it's two besties hanging out, but to beel??? oh yes they are DEFINITELY dates)

[lovelyinconsistentices]

°˖➴ 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 ⋆· ༘ *

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 .ᐟ

What it's like to date Young Neil, so basically dating headcannons for what I think it would be like dating him!

✎ᝰ.┆𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴 .ᐟ

Headcannons, fluff.

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 .ᐟ

Young Neil X Gender-neutral reader.

✎ᝰ.┆𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾 .ᐟ

i won't run by Keanu Bicol.

⸙ I feel like the first thing to start with is that Young Neil would definitely like someone who would listen to his rambling, questions he has or even theories. He definitely talks a lot during dates, having unusual or fun facts that might not even be factually correct. It's part of his charm really.

⸙ For dates he is the type to choose more simpler things for when he plans them, he's not one for extravagant things but he doesn't dislike it either. After all the only important thing is being with you, he doesn't care what kinda date it is as long as he gets to spend his time with you. It could be something as simple as hanging out in his room, chatting and relaxing together while he plays video games.

Or maybe the two of you playing something together, I'm sure he'd even enjoy board games. When it comes to planning dates he's definitely still thoughtful about such, he just keeps it simple but sweet. Stuff like theatre dates, picnics, going to the arcade, eating out or even just relaxing at home would be main things I could see with him.

⸙ While it may not seem like he's paying attention at times or is lost in his thoughts, I feel like he keep notes of things when he is listening to you talk or stuff he see's when it comes to you. He probably writes stuff down in his notebook or keeps it on little sticky notes after spending time with you, something like favorite foods, games, or places.

⸙ Speaking of Sticky notes I feel like this fits him the most, you and him definitely use sticky notes as like a love language sorta thing. He probably keeps all the one's he gets in a little box or something, one of his most prized possession. Sticky notes from him usually contain random or cute doodles, unusual questions and fun facts or things he learned that he wanted to share, and lastly random pick up lines he saw on the Internet. They're probably really cheesy and he definitely writes little notes under the pick up line about how they make no sense.

⸙ He loves kisses most definitely, especially when they catch him off guard. He could be accidentally rambling after being asked a question and you'd then lean in to peck him on the lips, startling him at first before his expression changed into one of awe. He also really loves more subtle or small kisses as well, specifically ones against his knuckles. Examples being you taking ahold of his hand and bringing his knuckles to your lips, pressing short kisses against them. I just feel like that's so cute and he'd find it really adoring!

⸙ If you're one to use face masks, paint your nails, wear make up or things of the sort. He'd definitely let you do such things for him, main reasons being because he's curious about certain things, finds it cute and lastly it means he gets to spend more time with you doing something that makes you happy. So basically doing facemasks together, him letting you paint his nails or his make-up. I also feel like he'd be interested in learning certain things to help you sometimes, especially when it comes to your hair. Like what products you use, how you do your hair, and other things of the sort so maybe he could help you take care of your hair when staying the night.

⸙ This is just like the last headcannon, but with hobbies and stuff you like. I could see Young Neil dabbling into things you like so you guys can hangout doing stuff that you love or enjoy since you definitely have dates where you hangout with Neil doing things he loves, like playing video games or watching his favorite movies! He'd most likely try to learn fun facts or things about stuff you love, like for favorite bands, artists, sports or anything of the sort. Then he'd share them with you when you're spending your time together, I feel like something like that is really thoughtful.

⸙ If you were to move in with Young Neil and get a pet together, he'd most definitely get some type of reptile. I feel like a bearded dragon but I also think he'd really like snakes, he'd take one look at a breed of snake then point at it and say "I want that one." Most definitely has a lot of knowledge on reptiles that he shares with you at the shop so expect a lot of little fun facts, if you have a fear of snakes he opts for something else like the bearded dragon. You also would most likely get another pet, some type of favorite animal of yours or if you already have a pet then you're welcoming another one now of Neil's choice.

⸙ Matching bracelets, specifically ones the both of you made for eachother. He's always wearing the one you made for him, if it's very colorful, bright, or pastel it definitely sticks out in contrast to his clothing. Whenever he see's that your wearing the one he made for you, he gets all happy. Smiling as he takes a hold of your hand that contains the bracelet and just squeezes it, keeping it subtle.

⸙ This man absolutely loves dinosaurs, robots, space and aliens, or overall anything that's sci-fi. A big chemistry lover as well, a lot of his notes on the sticky pads most definitely contain something of the sort. Cute little doodles of dinosaurs with a fact he wants to tell you, as well as something sweet but still pretty subtle.

⸙ TV dates, I feel like they would be so fun with him. He definitely picks out stuff like the Jurassic park films, back to the future, or Star Trek. OH OMG ALSO E.T. He likes stuff that are kinda old but good, during watching movies or things of the sort he'd state little facts or things he knows. Maybe comment on his favorite scenes or question certain stuff, sometimes earning him a shh. But if it were me I'd tell him what I thought of what he said after shushing him, I feel like something like that would make him love you more or make the night even better for him.

⸙ He definitely points you out whenever you're hanging out with friends and stuff, something like "There's/That's my (Girlfriend, boyfriend, lover!)" While pointing at you when you arrive or when he's talking about you with someone new or who may not know you.

⸙ Makes playlists for the two of you, so you both having something to listen to together or whenever you're busy and not with each other. Speaking of that I feel like he'd get a camera just to take videos of you, of course at first he's not very good at it but slowly he gets better with time. Keeping all of them on tape as memories and things he loves about you.

⸙ Absolutely would love to share his clothes with you, or no more specifically wants to share them with you. Seeing you in his puffy jacket, one of his shirts or an article of clothing that's his, is everything to him as he finds it adorable and remembers that your his significant other making him feel lucky. He probably blurts out questions, asking you what made you decide to date him or things of the sort. Which earns him a chuckle and some comment of reassurance that's sweet, or playful which I'm sure would give him a little confidence boost or just make him quite happy. Probably responds with "Oh, yeah." And then there's the widest smile on his face.

⸙ When talking about you with friends he will ramble about your favorite things, what he loves about you, and how cute or awesome he thinks you are. Most definitely has earned a "Shut up." from Kim because she's heard him say the same things on repeat from listening to him talk about you whenever you're brought up or he gets a chance to. She'll maybe make a comment about how smitten he is or how she gets he's in love with you after, rolling her eyes but giving a small smile.

⸙ Has a whole drawer full of things you left, he thinks you'd enjoy or stuff he got for you for when you stay over. If you have long hair and use hair ties that often get lost, I could see him wearing them or hanging them from something. For when he wears them, you could probably see him rearranging them on his wrists and moving them to avoid it leaving marks or digging more into his skin. Sometimes he'll ask you if you need a hair tie and then pulls one you had lost off his wrist.

⸙ I'll end it with cuddling and hugs, his favorite position and how he likes to hug you. I feel like when cuddling he likes to wrap his arms around you from the back, or he likes laying against you with you running your fingers through his hair, or omg having his head in your lap as he plays on his DS. As for hugs, he most likely wraps his arms around your waist and places his head on yours if you're shorter than him. If you're taller then he may press his head against yours if he can, or buries his face in the crook of your neck while hugging you tight. His hugs are definitely pretty long as well, him savoring the moment basically.

[sleepisoverrated]

My headcanons about Dick Grayson

Dick is touched starved.

Think about it he grew up in a circus, that he considered family, when he was little he always got physical affection and after he was adopted by Bruce he still got some(because lets face it Bruce was a softie for Dick when he was Robin) though a lot less because Bruce isn't a touchy person, but after being fired and going solo he had a lot less physical affection from his loved ones(especially when he had a "falling out" with the Titans and YJ). I think over time he became touched starved, thats why he gives bear hugs and is more affectionate to everyone. AlsoI think it got slightly better when he was Batman and had his Robin. That's why Damian is more clingy with him and allows Dicks affection (He also knows when not to touch)(Also you can't convince me Dick isn't Damians favourite person and that they don't share a father-son relationship (mentor-student, older brother-younger brother, hero-sidekick, hero-fan all of these also aply))

Dick is still angry with Bruce about a lot of things.

How he took away Robin. How he dared give it away without his notice or permission. How he made Robin into a mantle. How he found out he took in Jason and gave him Robin from a newspaper. How he failed Jason and then blamed him. How he didn't say that Jason died. How he wasn't even invited to his funeral. How he kept secret that Jason was alive. How he used a batarang on Jason, almost killing him again, instead of Joker. How he treated Damian when he first came here and sometimes even now. How he purposely separated him from Damian, because he was jealous (of their father-son relationship). How Bruce beat him into submission to join Spyral. How that wasn't the first time Bruce hit him. How Bruce never made a backup plan to extract him from Spyral. How Bruce forgot(got amnesia) him in Spyral. How he lied to his siblings that he went along willingly with it. (If you can't tell I like Angry Dick Grayson fics)

‌Dick and Slade are frenemies.

Basically as long as Dick doesn't interfere with his jobs, they are close friends, but as soon as he interferes they don't hold back from lethal force. I know Slade kidnapped him and kinda tortured him and Dick was obsessed with him to the point of insanity, BUT they both obsessed over one another so much that they know eachother the best and after a while they sorta lost their motivation to constantly fight(though spars are still fair game, the only rule is the other doesn't die) eachother. So now they meet up monthly to bitch and complain about their lives and gossip like old ladies, with some alcohol on a random rooftop. They are the embodiment of don't mix business with pleasure, when they meet on one of Slades jobs they pull out all stops and fight viciously, mercilessly and brutally, but the next day(night?) Slade comes over with the good whiskey and they spend their night watching the rom-coms, because Dick thinks it's funny to force the Terminator to watch them and because he's endlessly amused when Slade actually gets invested in it.

Dick Grayson taught Damian.

About the Romani language/culture, acrobatics, trapeze, circus, travel, all the recipes of Romani dishes that he knows, Romani stories, Robin tricks, stories, secrets (By Romani culture Damian is his son and they both decided to keep that a secret from the others, btw he also learned about Damians Arabic traditions, foods, language). I think that Damian values this more than his inheritance as an Al-Ghul and Wayne, because Dick chose to give his culture and inheritance to him, not because he was obliged to.

...So you seemed to like my rant's/headcanon's *throws cautiously some more headcanons in your direction*... have some more?

P.S. Someone pointed out that there are a lot of canon in the last post instead of headcanon's, but I read so little of the comics that I can't really tell whats canon and whats not.

[lampthehealthminister]

The sun's light reaches even the darkest depths

Synopsis : Aventurine has a vicious snake in his head, but your voice always chases it away.

Warnings : Spoilers for Aventurine's backstory! It's just references, but maybe some people haven't played the quest yet, you never know lol ; Also intrusive thoughts?? Perhaps?? I'm not sure tbh

Genre : Hurt/Comfort??? Sorta??? ; x reader fic

Word count : 1.2k yoohoo

Notes : I haven't written a fic in more than a year... Forgive me if I'm rusty, but I just love this man so much ugh. Might make a part two from reader's pov this time because I've got lots of ideas!! Do give me advice if you think I should improve some stuff!! You can also request something if you like my writing <3

Even when he steps foot in the comfort of his home, the knot settled in his throat does not go away. Worse, when he inhales the smell of spices, it chokes him even more. (He wonders if you thought about him when cooking, and the idea of him lingering on your mind for longer than he should makes him want to cry.) He removes his coat, trying his best to think about something else as he hears your footsteps approaching. (Are you finally going to yell at him and push him away today?)

“Welcome back, ‘rine.”

Luckily, you greet him when he’s still removing his shoes, giving him enough time to build his composure back up. (How could he face you otherwise?) When he stands back up and meets your eyes, he is once again reminded of exactly why he is so drawn to you. (He knows it’s wrong, but he is helpless against it. Like a moth attracted to a flame, he can’t help but want to stay in your light for a little longer still.)

“It’s good to be back home.” (“I missed you.” he wants to say, but he can’t afford getting too attached to you, just like it’s not good for you to get too close to him.)

He wants to take a step forward, wants to fall into your arms and hide away from everyone and everything else ; but his feet are glued in place, and the weight in his chest is heavier than ever. His throat feels dry, his palms are sweaty, and for a split second he worries that you’ll start asking questions, that you’ll worry, that you’ll take his face in your hands and envelop him in your embrace, wrap him in a soft cocoon of gentleness and care and everything else that he doesn’t deserve. (Has the air always been so suffocating?)

He jumps as the sound of an alarm resonates through the air. He watches you scurry off to the kitchen and exhales a sigh of relief. (Did you notice how he almost lost himself just now? Did you see him bare, his soul completely exposed as his own body failed to obey him? Or did he successfully manage to trick you once more, just as he does with everyone else? He doesn’t know what he prefers.) He steps forward, inhaling once more. The scent of a foreign spice tickles his senses, and the name of it sits on the tip of his tongue, present but not fully here, an image and a distant memory.

It’s only at dinner, when he takes a bite of the food you’ve made, (The voice in the back of his head tells him he doesn’t deserve it, but he would hate to see you upset.) that he recognises it, the name shining bright like a lightbulb in his mind, a single piece of thread that he’s managed to get a hold of. He opens his mouth to tell you, but the silence in the room shuts him up. No words fill up the space, and he finds the quiet unsettling, cold, a shiver running down his spine at the thought. But most of all, he is worried about you. Why aren’t you saying anything? You usually tell him all about your day, about the things you’ve seen, about the plans you’ve made with other people, so why is today different? (Can you no longer bear to entertain him now that you’ve seen how ugly he is on the inside? Have you had enough of his theatrics, of his games, of him? He tells himself that he won’t stop you if you leave, but he knows he will always wake up in the morning thinking you’re still by his side.)

He finally dares looking up at you, worried that he’ll find your seat empty. Maybe you were never there to begin with, maybe you’ve already left long ago? Maybe he’s grown so attached to your love that he imagines you greeting him every day, feeding him every day, holding him every day. Maybe the house is so cold because you’re simply no longer there, because he can’t bask in your light anymore. (It’s just what he deserves, so he shouldn’t complain. He’s always been too selfish with you, after all. Always about taking, never about giving, because he can’t afford to show all of his cards, even with you.)

“What are you thinking about, ‘rine?”

Your voice snaps him out of his daze. The first thing that invades his mind is the fact that you’re here. He suddenly feels warm all over, like his heart is being cradled by gentle arms, like his soul is being taken care of by a kind gaze. (Did Kakavasha feel like that, too? Was it when his sister held his hand, when his mother kissed him on the forehead for the first time?) This time, he can’t prevent his real thoughts from tumbling out of his lips.

“You.”

The expression that graces your face rivals even the Mother Goddess’ blessings, he thinks. As if his word was a prayer, you light up even more than before, gently coating him in your warmth. (How did he even manage to find someone like you?) You smile at him so openly, so genuinely, like you’re not afraid to show him what you feel ; and every time, he falls for it, for you, even harder than he should. You reach for his left hand, and he hopes you don’t feel how his pulse is fluttering under his skin, how his heart is racing just by being in your presence. He loves you. Even if it’s dangerous, even if you leave him, even if he hurts you. Right now, he loves you, and it’s as sickening as it’s sweet, sticking to his lungs like golden honey. 

That night, he watches as the moon traces a serpentine path of light on your skin. You’re talking to him, keeping him company as he ties all the strings of sleep together slowly. You still hold his hand in yours, and despite having long since removed his gloves, he can’t get enough of your touch. Even now, you look at him in that special way, with that gaze only reserved for him, and yet he doesn’t recognise the emotion that lingers in it. He doesn’t have time to think too much about it either, because exhaustion is dragging him down. Like an anchor, it pulls at his feet, forces him down in the dark even if he hates it. He squeezes your hand tighter, a desperate attempt to stay afloat, but he’s already too far gone in the depths, your image only a distorted reflection above the water. If he doesn’t come back from there, he’ll at least imprint all of the details of your face in his mind one last time.

Even while he sleeps, you don’t let him go. You hold him close, look at the way his features relax. You gaze at him with an adoration he never notices, doesn’t want to see. Words scratch at his walls, make him feel vulnerable, tear him apart from the inside out, so you never use them. You only hold his hand and lead him somewhere else, so that even if he is lost, he doesn’t have to look far to find his way home again.

[starfall-dream]

Okok hi, I had more thoughts regarding this AU and a little headcanon I had about our poor little friend Withers... and also the Gods in this au- but mostly Withers. (Since I've been playing around with him for my own yan BG3 isekai thing)

I feel like this might be very different from what you have in mind for the worldbuilding (as I remember you mentioning how this isn't the game at some point but I might be thinking wrong), but I thought this was on my mind, and just in case this might inspire something, I thought about saying it. So don't feel pressured to reply to this. It's just me getting my thoughts out there because why not and I wanna hear your thoughts too!

With Withers I've been playing around with the idea that, since in BG3 he is the one who let's us play around with classes, stats, reviving long lost party members, stuff like that I thought it would be pretty neat if he actually knew of other timelines or had some sort of magic that had some sort of ability tied to it for Withers to know/look into the knowledge of things like stats, classes, and possibly the fact that reader is from a whole other realm/world. Possibly even knowing the meanings for when they talk strange. He definitely lets on for more than he shows in the early game at least.

So in my AU I sorta lean into that and have Withers and the reader character get really close as friends because, "at least someone has a sense of what is going on and can explain in a way that I can understand". Probably has to explain that they're a human fighter or a ranger (especially later on when characters like Wyll get way more protective, he might start trying to move them away from the front lines at some point. Even if he taught us swordfighting it's still 'too dangerous' for his darling out there so they gotta pick up being a ranger to even think about contributing to the combat)

That actually leads me to my second batch of thoughts! Reader's class. I know you said they were leaning towards a fighter class but as I said before I feel like soon enough archery or being a ranger might be more viable, or if they get the attention of a god they might just get cleric (not as plausible as ranger but one can assume). The thought of them playfully or jokingly making an oath and becoming a Paladin is also funny but just as impossible. Still, always fun to play around with, especially since clerics in general sometimes don't even get a say in becoming a cleric, poor reader might just suddenly become the cleric to someone like Sune who even covers more darker aspects of romance (as a god of romance)... at least from what I've read off her Forgotten Realms wiki page. For all we know, someone might just "you're my cleric now, we're getting soft tacos later" the poor reader and they'd have no say in it.

The possibilities could be endless!

Honestly I love withers, he's great.

In my head, reader technically doesn't have a class, they just fall into fighter since it would make the most sense in my head. I didn't even think about ranger though, even though that was the first class I played as. I feel like they would be a mixture of any class that doesn't use magic, since they really can't.

I think since withers has more of an understanding of things, reader and him and a nice relationship. I think reader just confides in him about a lot of things and he offers very wordy and lengthy advice. It's like a grandpa and grandchild relationship.

[theinstagrahame]

It's been like 2 weeks? But I think the hiccup we had with the local Post Office kind of benefitted my collection here. That and a sale at Exalted Funeral...

Here's what's arrived in the last little bit:

The Slow Knife: I like Mousehole Press in general, but the pitch for this one in particular sticks out to me. You're a cabal of evil people who have deeply wronged someone, and they're coming for revenge. One by one, they kill each of you until their wrath is sated. I'm honestly always a little iffy on playing "Evil" characters, but this seems like a really neat way to tackle it.

Koriko: Also from Mousehole, this is meant to be a solo game in the vein of Kiki's Delivery Service and other quiet coming-of-age kinds of stories. It's also an absolutely beautiful book (and it came with the most adorable fat wizard cat patch...)

Star Crossed & Love Letters: I've heard stories and APs of Star Crossed, but never played it. Then there was an expansion coming, and it seemed like the right time to get myself a copy. The box is huge, I assume so I can store a Falling Tower game inside? I also often think about the creator, Alex Roberts, saying that the awards for this game have been nice, but that a couple who broke a chair after playing it is the real reward...

I Have the High Ground: I initially got this game from its crowdfund run after listening to the Party of One episode, but I spaced when it shipped and had it sent to my old Boston apartment. I never went back for it, but it was offered as a bonus on the Star Crossed expansion, so I decided it was time. (Also, there's a great Party of One episode that's a Star Crossed X IHTHG crossover, which is extremely worth checking out)

The Wildsea & The Wildsea - Storm and Root: I'd missed the original game, but the expansion caught my eye. The art and the vibe are weird and fun, but it's loosely a FitD engine under there. I skimmed through the Quickstart, and it felt really gripping. Weird guys sailing weird boats on the trees of a weird Earth future. The forest as a sea metaphor? I'm intrigued.

Nest: Spencer Campbell makes bangers. This is a long-time opinion of this blog, so Nest was a quick pick-up. It's set in his Destiny-like (I think?) Nova-verse, but it follows the bad guys. It's got Heist-y vibes, and I really like the idea of fleshing out the "Evil" team. It's too easy to assume the bad guys aren't people, and humanizing them does a lot.

Dusk, Vol1: Spencer Campbell makes Bange--oh, right. Already established. But still! Also a Nova-verse book, and one that I sorta missed. If I've read the pitch, it's about community within the Nova universe, and I like that that's a focus. People coming together to build communities is a theme I really enjoy, and when the sun explodes (yeah, that's what the Nova in Nova-verse means), I think we'll need people more than ever.

Eco Mofos: I really loved the universe created in Lost Eons, and this promised to be a loose prequel. It's a "weird-hope" game, which is loosely a description of why I love post-apocalyptic fiction. The idea that even in the worst possible outcome for the world (y'know, it ending), people come together to protect and help each other. That's what makes apocalyptica appealing.

Monster of the Week - Codex of Worlds Apocrypha: MotW is a well-established and really nicely designed game. I think I've only ever played it, but I honestly feel comfortable running it, because I've listened to so many APs and read so many of the materials. Apocrypha was the stretch goal collection for the Codex of Worlds expansion, which itself put a little of the best bits from FitD into the PbtA classic.

FIST: I backed the Kickstarter edition, but this was in Exalted Funeral's damaged section (I think for a slight creas on the cover?), so I wanted to grab it and see what the hype was about. Paranormal Mercenary action, is the game. I've heard nothing but good things, so it was an easy investment for me.

Haunted Almanac: Nate Treme is a name I've heard around the scene for a while, but hadn't really checked out until recently. In part because of the RTFM podcast episode about Tunnel Goons, which is included in this book. I don't want to admit that I'll just get anything that Max and Aaron tell me to get, but like... this book is great.

The Last Caravan: Backed this at the height of my FitD interest, and I'm really curious to see what's inside. Survivors of an alien attack in the titular caravan, traveling to survive and maybe fight back a little? Yeah. That sounds dope.

All Growed Up: Another EF impulse purchase, but partly because Reilly Qyote is a designer I've had really lovely interactions with and respect a lot. I hacked their game Cast Away into a Subnautica-themed survival crafting RPG. Kids playing as grown-ups seemed cute, so I wanted to check it out.

Heroes of Cerulea: I stumbled on this by accident back when I had some extra cash to spend, and it was 100% up my alley. The original Legend of Zelda is such a formative game for me that the nostalgia alone made me pick it up. It uses D4 and the pixel art throughout is impeccable. It feels a lot like skimming the manual of the original NES and SNES titles.

Details of Our Escape: Possible Worlds Games is one of those design outfits that's gotten the benefit of the doubt from me, so I had to pick this one up. Weird, artistic, and a neat backstory: It started asart pieces swapped by the artists, and later attached to a game by Tyler Crumrine. I think it's got heist energy, but I'm not sure so I'm curious to find out!

GoGoGolf!: An impulse add-on for the Details of Our Escape campaign, which looks like it's got that weird energy of some recent multiplayer golf games. I'm sold, and I'm checking it out.

Secutors of the Soundstage Sphere (for Troika!): This was a freebie for the recent EF sale, so I grabbed it. It's not really in my usual interests, but Free.99 is a great price!

Two Summers & Other Summers: I like games about people growing up, I'm realizing about myself. On a personal level, the idea that people can become different people, but remain the same intrigues me. Two Summers is about that, and I think Other Summers makes it weirder. So, excited to dive in.

[lazywriters-blog]

DEKU

YANDERE IZUKU MIDORIYA X BEST FRIEND READER

Warning: None.

Summary: They started their friendship with a kiss.

She's always been the mischievous one, sorta, but when she makes her first best friend, a meek shy little boy, they become inseparable, glued to one other.

But, he has a secret and distrust crawls in, she's the bold one and he's the gentle kind.

Who would ever suspect an innocent boy with a creepy notebook and an unyielding will to become a hero who wants to do good? Not her.

"Hey, wanna play a game with me?"

It took seven words to snap him out of his daze and two moments of silence to register her voice. It had taken him a second more to realize he wasn't hidden from this girl's eyes, and though his mind would like to believe she was here to boost her ego, she didn't seem to have a dislike towards him.

"Huh?" he mouthed, ceasing his working hands piling books inside his bag, and staring up at her, in his defense, he didn't know how to talk with girls, and none approached him, much less look at him.

"You know, like truth or dare?" she nervously smiled, not used to social interactions as much as him.

"Um... Yeah- sure." he had no idea why he had said yes without thinking it thrice, he did feel guilty for making her wait for a simple 'yes' or 'no'. The least he could do was help her out somehow.

"Oh! Really? You'll play one game with me?"

Now that he gets to look at her, he can see how delicate and fragile her features are, despite looking dull prior seconds ago, her face had brightened and her lips spread into an unsure smile. His heartbeat quickened.

"Y-Yeah, I don't mind." she was his classmate, and he had been caught staring at her a few times by kacchan, earning a crude response he still recalls, 'Two loners end up together, man, such a good love story.' Perhaps, it gave him some hope.

"Alright!" she quickly sat down beside him, pulling a chair close and pressing her lips together while she thought of something, "Okay, truth or dare?" she asked with a grin, and he felt his cheeks and ears growing warm. "T-truth."

"Is it true that you like me?" that choked the breath out of him, and he completely lost hold of his words, struggling like a fish out of water. He felt embrassessed she had to find out this way, and it would have been a little too hopeful for him to think kacchan wouldn't spread a rumor about his crush.

But, this wasn't how he had imagined it going, he couldn't predict her response if he did confess the truth, and lying while asking for the truth would leave a bad taste in his mouth.

So, he took in a hurried breath and anxiously answered, "yes." it sounded shaky and strained to come from his mouth, but from what little he could tell, she had smiled and laughed, not in a mocking way, a genuine laugh that he had gotten for being honest.

She looked him straight in the eye and said.

"Well, I guess you could say I have a crush on you too."

It had seemed like a miracle the more he thought about it, sitting so far behind her in class watching her every movement, not paying a lot of attention to what was already escaping his mind since morning, he couldn't believe that someone liked him and that happened to be the only girl he had his eyes on since kindergarten, they never talked though before yesterday.

They were just classmates their entire life and suddenly, she comes up to him and shares his feelings it almost saddens him to know that it happened right as their middle school days were ending and they wouldn't be in the same class anymore. He wanted to know her but all he ever knows is the rumors he had been too interested in to eavesdrop on.

He startles himself upon hearing the bell ring, dropping his pencil and failing to catch it before it fell, unfortunately for him, he had attracted some attention to himself. Hers included, and he couldn't slow down his pounding heart, he had to nervously smile as he bent down to retrieve his pencil from the ground.

The next second his gaze lands on her she's already up on her feet and walking toward him. He had nothing prepared.

"Oh- um uh hey!" he didn't know how to act around her, and she even though taken aback by his high-pitched greeting, stopped in front of his desk. Then, she smiled, "Yello, wanna have lunch with me on the rooftop?"

He gulped, "Y-yeah, okay."

"Great! I'll be right back!" she rushed back to her desk and he had a quick minute to let out his held breath and regain himself, he was going to have lunch with her, he reminded himself stiffly reaching out to fish out his bento. Forcing himself to stand up on unsteady feet.

"You got everything?" she asked immediately after he caught up to her by the entrance of their noisy classroom, he softly muttered, "y-yup."

Without warning, she quickly latched her free hand around his and quietly dragged him away, the warmth in their hands distracting him as they raced up the stairs he nearly trips the more he attempts to focus on the moment right before his eyes and the way she held his hand so tightly, butterflies churned inside his stomach and his chest had gotten heavier.

They reached the top breathlessly and she chuckled, "hehe a good exercise." izuku was sure he was going to faint with how much he was denying himself some oxygen and ease.

Allowing him some time to gather himself, she patiently waited with her bento in hand, "We should train together to increase our stamina, it's not like sitting around 8 hours in class is going to make us stronger."

Izuku looked up and nodded, standing up straight as she opened the door, or at least tried to, but to no avail, it wouldn't move. She groaned, "It's locked!" rattling it a bit, she stepped back.

Crestfallen she banged her head against the door and staggered him into action, "hey it's o-okay we can just go back and have our lunch in class, or the cafeteria, if you want."

"I was looking forward to having lunch with you on the rooftop but seems like my plan was faulty." she moaned turning her pouting and back to him, she carried on, "I do have a backup plan though, what about we sit down here by the stairs and... Have our lunch?" she didn't sound sure about her idea, but he didn't dislike it, so he happily nodded. To cheer her up.

It seemed to help, and both had some distance between them while they sat by each other, opening their boxes and grabbing their utensils, they started to dig into their meals.

"What's your favorite food?" she asked all of a sudden, and he still had some rice in his mouth before he could reply, "Katsudon." she was trying to make him comfortable, perhaps she could tell he was feeling uneasy.

"Oh! I see, I like... Many things, too many to name but I guess I like tasty things more than anything."

"Like?" he asked, "Tough question," she replied, taking another bite of her lunch, she slowly chews it in her mouth, staring aimlessly at the top window on the wall. To him, it looked like she was deep in thought. She didn't blink, and abruptly she had drawn herself into reality.

"You okay?" he found himself asking, and like most people, she faces him and smiles, "Yup, of course."

He didn't expect it to turn awkward, he didn't prepare, and running on autopilot had its drawbacks.

"Have you ever thought how a kiss would feel?"

Izuku widened his eyes and swallowed his food before he coughs it up, she noticed and scrambled to justify, avoiding his eyes as she speaks, "That was inappropriate of me, I'm so sorry! I um... Have seen couples kiss in movies so I was just curious."

"Ooh! Y-yeah," he replied, turning bright red but the next thing she said had shivers climbing down his spine.

"D-do you... Want to try it?"

They both stopped, and her friend had flushed red so much that she could see his ears had gotten red too, "I mean if you want to, of course!"

It had to be a dream he was sleeping through, she couldn't be asking if she could kiss him or not, she just could not be. "Um-uh I-i..." and his mind had failed to form a coherent sentence, he can't think of a better way to communicate other than to give a meek nod.

"Are you sure?" she gasped, rapidly blinking her eyes as if she couldn't believe that her idea had been accepted without judgment.

Again, he nodded.

Carefully, she shifted close, stuck her hand on the dirty stairs, and leaned forward, and izuku backed himself into the wall and struggled to maintain eye contact, looking back and forth between her and the staircase. He shut his eyes once she had gotten closer, waiting for her lips to connect.

He heard her giggle, and his mind forced him to open his eyes to look, she was fondly smiling at him. Then she touched his lips and slightly press down on them, leaning in more, she took the lead and slowly moved her lips and izuku couldn't describe the feeling, their lips were touching and he thought how rough it would feel for her to kiss his cracked lips but, with how soft it felt, he forgot his worries.

She was kissing him with so much care, he felt compelled to snake his hand around her head and pull her in, and with much contemplation, he rested his hand on her shoulder, placing his hand into her silky hair, he did exactly what he sought to do.

Pull her in, and have his first kiss.

Then, she parted her lips and she looked at him, mouth slightly gapped and how utterly under her control his gazed-over eyes seemed. He looked so out of it.

He smiled, then out of the blue, three words escaped his mouth, almost like he couldn't contain them, in a tender and gentle tone, he said, "I love you."

--

He came home with her number and her fleeting kiss still lingering on his redden lips, his phone already out and his fingers itching to write a text as he's sitting on his desk, still mulling over the feelings washing over him every time he thinks back to their kiss, with so much care for him expressed through one action.

He shouldn't text her this late.

He should probably get some sleep and stop thinking about what he ended up saying, and how she kissed his cheek after hearing that, still smiling.

The sight of her played on repeat in his mind, dismantling everything he observed about her, her eyes, her lips, her face, he shouldn't be thinking this much.

At the thought of her, his phone rang.

He glanced at it and quickly shop up at the display of her name, he ran to his door and locked it, pacing back and forth picking it up before the call ended.

"Hey! I'm just calling to ask if you are doing okay, you were so out of it after lunch, I got worried, I'm so sorry for putting you through that." his shoulders loosened, realizing she was just like him.

"Oh- no, I'm fine, great actually--" he paused, anxiously giggling to himself, "um, I'm good I was just uh-- overwhelmed I guess I mean in a good way."

"Oh! Oh! Um..." she goes quiet, and izuku finds out that he's very good at making things awkward for himself. He didn't know what he was bound to say under such pressure.

"I guess I was too, I didn't expect you to actually... Well, um never mind I shouldn't give you more heart attacks today." she laughed, "I think I've given you more than enough for a day."

Izuku smiled to himself.

"Well, good night then. See you tomorrow, bye."

"B-bye."

Maybe, he should practice more on his social skills.

"Smile!" She cheered him on holding up the phone in her hand, giving a close-eyed smile to the camera while he only looked bashful and nervously darted his eyes somewhere else at the last moment, which she didn't seem to mind, usually from what he knows and seen, girl loves pictures, and put an unusual amount of time to look good in it, he gets why.

Looking back on this day in the future would be a cherished memory.

Lowering her arm, she skimmed through their pictures one of which had her snickering and showing him his bright red face when she pulled him close by the shoulder. "Geez, izuku, you look so cute in this." she chimed, "You adorable little nerd, tell me your secrets for being this cute."

"I have n-none," he stuttered, coercing back the immediate urge to hide his face, he was having trouble deciding if this was best left as a dream or reality.

She suddenly cooed, blushing herself she took her eyes off the lid screen and onto him, gently grabbing his cheeks with both hands, she retorted to give him some affection, softly pinching them and letting go, "You gotta stop being this adorable, some other girl might try to steal you from me. I mean, I wouldn't mind if you liked her, well, I understand."

Is she insecure?

"You just gotta let me know as a friend, at least we could stay friends even after you get a girlfriend." she finished, scrolling past tons of photos, and she smiled.

"Um...-umm..." Maybe she still remembers what he said after their kiss, but it was giving the opposite effect, shouldn't she be confident that he loves her?

But, he was too embarrassed to repeat it.

"I can't see myself h-having a girlfriend." he instead muttered, curling into himself and awaiting her response, she appeared slightly taken aback, "Hmm, yeah same, me either, I can't see myself with a boyfriend too, only husband." it took him a few minutes to fully comprehend what she spoke, when he did, his forced facade fell. She surely wasn't implying anything, right?

Taking her hand off her lap, she got up and turned back to him, "Come on, let's get to class before our lunch break ends."

"Uh- um- yup yes, y--yeah." he looked down feeling and looking like a high school girl walking behind her crush, was she muddying some hidden meanings behind her each word? He couldn't help but overthink, however, that only lasted a minute, she snaps him back to the present in the most unpredictable way, doing it so effortlessly and unintentionally, intertwining their hands together, around his skinny and limp fingers that has gotten warmer.

Does she like holding hands?

He didn't know, he was too busy keeping up with her and she was taking it easy on him.

He didn't want to disappoint her.

"Hey, um... Okay, this might sound weird but I had a dream of you last night." this was his way of starting a conversation after reading an article on the internet, he figured it wouldn't hurt to try, he's gotta say the most interesting thing on his mind, without making it weird.

"Oh? Did I do something stupid?" She asked with a cat-like grin, slowing down a little and standing shoulder to shoulder.

He was swift in reacting, saying, "No! You were just teasing me in my dream and I think we... Might have kissed. In my dream I mean, I mean we did do it in-" She quickly shushed him, leaning forward before speaking, "Someone might hear you."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You are right!" he squirmed, throwing his glance at everyone but her. She looked serious, and all he could do was anxiously anticipate a scolding.

"It's fine! I'm just pulling your leg." she grinned wider, ruffling his hair, "I honestly don't care if the word did get out about our... action, we're loners either way, we can support each other. All they are gonna do is spread rumors because what else can they do?"

"Y-yeah... I can't say you are wrong."

She is bold, a lot more than she looks, izuku finds that admirable.

--

Why did he say those three words?

Love wasn't liking someone, she could like anybody and she could say she liked them but by saying those magical three words after a kiss, what would it be? Lust? Just a spark of attraction? Why did he say it, was he an idiot who ruined the moment?

Though it didn't look like she hated what he meant, she didn't say anything, their friendship hadn't gone down the drain quite yet.

He hopes it doesn't, that moment is all he ponders.

"Yello, you still thinking about that dream?" her face popped in front of his eyes, and he shrieked jolting back as if he had experienced a burn. "You know, you should stop spacing out and scaring yourself when I inevitably pop up in your life again." she heckled with a teasing grin and a bag on her back, getting ready to leave.

While he's still got his books and pencils dispersed on his desk, "You're going home already?"

She blinked her eyes, "Yeah? Why??" looking very confused she locked her eyes on him.

"We have cleaning duty, it's Thursday."

She bit her lip and groaned, "No... I was hoping to get home early today but guess not." she mumbled, taking off the straps of her bag and placing it down on a desk. "Thanks for reminding me, so... Let's get to cleaning?"

"Y-yeah just a minute!"

Rummaging through his bag, he hurriedly stuffed his books and pencil box inside, zipping it and standing up, quietly following her with a second of hesitation she ushered him to come close with a broom in grasp, a bucket, and a dirty rag.

"So, just us two cleanings? Where are the others?" she inquired once the classroom had emptied, izuku shrank and shyly responded, "They left." and they were alone, butterflies in his stomach rendering him immobile, her hair bounced back as she faced him bewildered, "You mean... We gotta do all the work?"

"T-there isn't much... We just have to clean up the board and we should be done!"

"You are very optimistic, how do I do that?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck and closed his eyes so he wouldn't forget his sentences, her expressions were very intriguing to inspect and observe, even when she was tight-lipped he could tell she was happy.

Was she also thinking about their kiss every time she meets him?

"I'll clean the board, let's get started so we can run home." she took off, standing atop the platform and scrubbing away the chalk writings, he stood idle for a moment watching her, her skirt wasn't short but it wasn't long either, and she wore stockings those black ones that look good on her, and her uniform was always clean, layering her stature perfectly.

Somehow, a moment faded into minutes.

"So, I was thinking we could have a small sleepover someday, you know like just relax with face masks and take care of ourselves... What do you think?"

He leaped in his skin at the sound of her voice, quickly pretending to have been busy with cleaning rather than caught staring at her. "That sounds like a good idea, haha..."

"Yeah?" she gleefully repeated, peering out from the corner of her eye, "Yeah!" he answered.

"Alright!! How about today? Are you free?"

He didn't know how to say no. To that smiling face of hers.

Adding up to his current situation, tapping his feet impatiently and chewing on his lips, worrying about the worst-case scenario, she shouldn't have gotten herself lost searching for his home, right? Maybe, he should call her and check.

Speed-walking to his room approaching his phone on the bed, and reaching out for it, he hears the doorbell ring.

"Izuku! I think it must be your friend, sweetie, can you get that for me?"

He was already racing to the door and throwing it wide open, and in all her glory, she stands startled, was she shocked at how quickly he had opened the door? He hopes not. When she smiled, he smiled back. Resisting the urge to run back to his room.

"Hello, what took you so long?" she was teasing him again. She was surprised, wasn't she?

"Uh- I'm sorry I was getting to get worried."

"Ah! I see, no need to be worried! I'm here!" she gives him a toothy smile, and to him, it was everything he needed to turn red and stutter, did she know he's a fan of all might?

"Oh! Hello there! Izuku, you didn't tell me your friend was a girl! Come on in sweetie, don't stand outside!"

And there she was, sitting at the same spot on the couch he had been seating, politely greeting his mother and nodding, in her causal dress her hair pulled into a bun, her face mildly caked with make-up.

"Izuku! What are you doing standing there all by yourself, come sit down don't be shy!"

He needed to turn off his mind.

Settling down beside his mother, he gulped not sure what to say without overthinking.

"Izuku has always been a shy boy! I think you just might be his first proper friend, he rarely invites any friends."

"I don't mind, to be honest, it's my first time visiting a friend. I guess we both are oddly shy." she smiled.

"Oh! That's wonderful!" his mom clapped gleefully, "You two probably have to talk now I'll leave you both to it!!" smiling she rose and walked into the kitchen, not too far from to not hear anything. She started, "Okay, wanna hear the bad news or good news?"

Izuku glanced back at her and replied, "Bad news?"

"Alright! I can't stay for a sleepover because my parents said no, so I begged them to give me more time to enjoy myself! Hehe."

"Oh, so you won't stay tonight?" he asked, wishing disappointment hadn't managed to show up in his voice, she sadly nodded with an emphasized frown. "Yeah, sorry, my plan was faulty again haha, but the good news is..." she sneaked her hand in her bag and pulled a tube of cream.

"I brought some skincare products so now we can take care of ourselves!" she shoved the products right into his face and he saw their names, feeding them into his memory.

"Oh! Umm... How do we use them?"

"It's my time to shine! Hehehe."

She stepped into his room after requesting someplace where they could wash their faces and hands, he ended up saying his room and she didn't have any problem after seeing it full of posters and all Might toy figures, he was envisioning to be slightly judged but none came and it made him relax after realizing how dumb of a choice he made because now his room will smell like her, or her perfume he supposes.

Following behind her had made him more sensitive to the floral and fresh scent radiating off her, however, during their kiss, she smelled like apples, he remembers.

"Sit down and I'll put this on your face, then you can help me too!" she pointed to the many items and picked one out, smiling, "Okay close your eyes!" she playfully cautioned, gently pulling his face and squeezing some cream on his face.

"I-it is cold-"

"That's what makes it relaxing, don't tense up, it's all good unless you have dry skin then it might hurt." she teased while spreading the cream across his cheekbone, he couldn't stop himself from pressing his lips tighter, and holding his fist harder rested on his lap, "I don't, I think," he replied.

"Oh good! Might sting a little though."

"Yeah, i-i can feel it," he uttered, "You can open your eyes now, it's my turn."

He didn't want to open them and see her standing so close to him, but she already handed him the tube and sat down, "don't put them under the eyes, okay?"

"Yeah, o-okay." he nodded, and she closed her eyes, waiting for him to apply it all over her face, he slowly did what he thought he felt her do, layering the cream and spreading it, and touching her skin.

"Hey! You are a natural at this!" she praised, smiling wide and gaze sealed shut.

"Thanks..." he wiped the last bit down her lips and blushed, "It's d-done."

"Alright, now we just gotta wait for it to dry and wash it off! Our skin will have become very soft and dewy!" she grinned, "then I guess we can do something, or talk I guess." he didn't want to do anything, he might just end up making it awkward.

"Okay, question! Do you think we could survive All Might's punch from a few miles away?"

"Oh! I guess we could if we can stand our ground and not be around anything sharp or dangerous!" he enthusiastically answered and shifted his face to spy her reaction just to see her smirking, "I knew that would get you to talk. He-he."

"You are such a fanboy!" she giggled, "It's very cute, I hope you don't change. Unless it's for the better!" she crossed her arms, "Hmm..."

He's seen she can be weird at times, however, that concentrated face is endearing and he's kept his stare for longer than he should, somehow even when he doesn't want to think lengthy answers and not dose off to another world, he ends up doing exactly that.

Getting lost.

"Eek!" it caught both their attention and instant reaction to turn to the doorway and witness his mom spooked by the unusual sight of two pale complexions sitting on the bed, she regained herself soon after, nervously smiling before full-on laughing at herself, "You kids got me, oh I thought I was seeing ghosts..."

"Sorry! Miss Midoriya! We were um... Putting clay face mask and waiting for it to dry."

"It's fine! Oh geez, I was so surprised! Hahaha!" balancing the tray in one hand, she approached brightly smiling and containing her laugh, "Oh... My, that clay mask is scary to look at, what does it do?" she settled the tray down on his desk and asked, his friend was ever so excited to explain.

"It helps in rejuvenating the skin and making it soft and dewy! I was going to perform an entire skincare but I didn't bring all of them! Would you like to try too?"

"Oh, it's been so long since I've taken care of myself." his mom wondered out loud, "Oh! Then this is the perfect time to get back on track! Sit down miss midoriya! I'll put this on you too!" it didn't matter if his mom said no because she sat her down and already began smearing the cream on her face.

"Oh! That's very cold on my skin. Is that supposed to happen?"

"Yup! It's so you can relax!" his mom cracked up, and she seemed happy.

But, so was he.

She looks happy today, my best friend.

Yesterday, she visited me, and my mom told me I shouldn't let her go because she's a good friend I did not have, I did agree with my mom, and we both like each other, she's very playful and makes me laugh even for wrong reasons, and after seeing me, she'd smile when I haven't seen her do it all day.

Her full name is [Y/N] Sunset. She's a few months older, and we are almost the same age range, she's taller and I'm shorter and she wouldn't tell me her secrets for it, she can be kinda mean but she does it for a good reason, like if I ask her a repeated question she'll smile and ignore me. When she is mad, her eyes droop down and somehow, she appears threatening even though she doesn't say anything.

She and I have a lot in common.

"Yellow! Would you stop writing in your notebook and pay attention to me?" she didn't say it spitefully and despite her tone not catching her soft eyes, she was asking me to get out of my head as nicely as possible.

"Sorry! Sorry! Umm, I was just writing about the fight last night they aired on television," I'm comfortable with her, and she hasn't had anything she's disliked in me, not even my wicked dream of being a hero without powers, she's understanding of me.

That makes me so happy.

"Yeah, I didn't get to see it... What happened in it?" she was appealing to me even though she wasn't interested in heroic deeds, she was trying her best to not neglect what I liked.

"You know death arms? Yeah, uh- he stopped a car and the villains almost won with a sneak attack but there were other heroes too, so they couldn't do anything and lost."

There's a question I want to ask her, and I don't know how to without sounding rude.

"Oh! That's good, some fights are interesting to watch but it's too overwhelming for me. However, would you mind giving me a sneak peek at your notebook of wonders and strategies?"

Her strange way of phrasing words adds uniqueness to her, her loud and vibrant expressions are so intriguing to watch, and everything she's feeling I feel it too. That sounds creepy and I shouldn't let her know that, and it will become creepier if she reads my notebook, I don't want to lose a friend so soon.

"It's not a secret book or anything right?"

"Uh- yeah, it is! It's like my dairy- and I write everything in it." I choke out, she's smiling at my answer and not upset like I thought she would be.

"Oh! Okay, I won't pry then, but-" She leaned in towards me, and I can smell her perfume it was different than what she wore yesterday, and my mind has already associated this scent with her glowing face, smirking as though she's seen through my facade and I withered, "Have you written anything about me? I can see those pages right? I can claim copyright, no?"

"N-no! I promise!" it's hard to lie looking straight into her eyes, and my shifting thoughts always lead back to our kiss. Kiss shared to quell our curiosity, and there was nothing more, nothing less.

"Aww... That's too bad, I thought you would have." she slumped back to her chair and lend me my space to think and breathe properly. She's pouting, bending forward to rest her face in her palm and looking afar. I don't want to see her upset so I nervously stare at her.

"Um- do you want me to?"

She glanced at me, "Yeah sure! I wanna know what you think of me." she softly smiled, and I couldn't return the gesture. "Don't write anything bad about me though," she smirked to let me know she was joking, her mannerisms are already ingrained into my mind.

"Of course! I wouldn't do that to y-you!"

"Hey, stupid nerd, get out of the class!" it was right behind me, and without meaning to, I jumped and turned around, realizing she saw me like that made me conscious of my breathing. "K-kacchan! You... Are you on cleaning duty today?"

"Damn nerd just get up, and get out." came a cruel response to a well-meaning question. I'm not surprised anymore.

"Okay..." luckily I have my bag packed and I walked out of the class.

I'm unsure whether or not she stopped to glare at kacchan for a brief second, as within no time, she was already by my side, and my heart began to pound with how close we were while walking, and she'd bumped into my shoulders accidentally, looking at me for my reaction and I've got my gaze cast down.

Should I be content that our clothed skin had touched or should I put up some distance and risk coming across as halfhearted when I'm not?

She was his first decent and best friend.

"You know what, let's go to the mall!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"Huh? But don't you have a curfew-" I didn't get to finish my sentence.

"Eh! It's just for today and we shouldn't take too long! I can run back home with some excuse! Come on!" grabbing my sweaty hand, she pulled me forward and toward her running figure.

"Hurry up now! This will also be a good exercise for a future hero! You gotta build up that stamina! Come on, run!!" letting go of my hand, she jogged down the street, her bag bouncing up and down and her gaieties guiding me on. The shop lamps light up as we race down the rows of street lamps.

She was getting ahead of me, and I didn't want her to leave me behind so I closed my eyes and forced my legs to move faster, when I opened them, she was closer than she had been before.

"Ohoh! Look at you! Catching up to me huh! Not bad!" I laughed despite the weight on my back, I shouldn't have brought that many books with me, I regret that, but at the same time, it's driving me to run with all my might so I don't lose her.

"We're not too far now!" she was slowing herself to worry about me, a arm's length away from me and watching me. "Hey, you are doing better than me! Your bag seems to be slowing you down."

She praised me.

I didn't have time to comment when I found myself falling face-first down to the pavement, and my heavy bag adding weight as though someone had fallen on me. I heard her stop and fret, "Oh! Are you okay? That fall seemed like it hurt!" she immediately picks me up from the ground and removes my backpack, holding it for me, "Come on, can you walk?" I nodded, my nose hurt the most.

Swinging my bag over her shoulder she quickly seized my hand and made me follow her to a nearby cafe, allowing me to walk in first and sit down on a chair. Plopping down my bag with a thud and a concerned look, she sat beside me.

"You okay? Your nose is red."

"Yeah! I'm okay!" I had to reassure her and keep myself from overthinking about her hand on my shoulder, it remained there while she spoke up again, "You should take out some books. Your bag is pretty heavy." she lightheartedly mentioned, her eyes still looking at me when I turn to face her.

"I've been meaning to ask. What's your quirk?" I didn't stutter.

She looks surprised, but her face brightened as she cracked up, "Are you asking me that after you fell, I didn't see that coming!" she jokes, taking her hand back she said, "It's called endure, I got it from my mom and it's nothing special."

"How does it work?"

"Hmm not much to tell, it's like a cool feature, I just have a lot of pain tolerance. And I can manage pain more than others." she perked up, "Is me talking to you help drown out the pain?"

"Kinda..." I looked away.

"You should put some books in my bag, for now, that way your bag should feel lighter," she suggested already reaching out to unbolt the zip, "N-no! It's fine!" I moved my arm to stop her and it ended up with our hands touching, my reaction startling her as my cheeks warm up, and I draw myself back to not touch her again, "S-sorry!!"

She blinked, "Are you okay? You are suddenly hyperactive!"

"Yeah- I'm great!!" I nervously grinned and clutch my fist. I can't be worrying her.

"Okay- maybe-" she stopped herself to glare at the entrance and it confused me, until I heard, "Well, would you look at that? Deku is here." it was Kacchan.

"Don't tell me you guys are dating or something, because geez you two look so close." his friends ganged up, standing behind him and deeming him the leader of the group when they only used him as a shield.

"Geez dude, maybe take a hint and get lost." she mimicked their tone, and they chuckled at her attempt, I didn't want her to get involved with them.

"Oi, you are better off without Deku." Kacchan's words somehow made my chest ache, I was used to it but being aware of who he was talking to, I did not want her to leave me.

But, if she does. I'll be...

"And you are better off not bothering him, just go on with your business and pretend we are strangers, shouldn't be too hard, right?" she answered.

The hurt inside vanished after hearing her.

"Heh, I tell losers where they belong and don't tell me what to do, witch."

"Does that include yourself as well? Because man, maybe you are insecure deep inside that you feel to put others down who are better than you."

"You've got a pretty big mouth. How about I shut you up?" he had taken a big step toward her and would have tortured her if his friends hadn't towed him back.

"Dude, remember we are in public, and some old dudes are already watching."

"Tsk, I'll see you, tomorrow witch."

"Insecure prick," she replied.

After he's long gone to the back of the shop, her cold facade declined, and smiled at me, "Let's go home?"

Her voice had gotten soft.

--

"izuku sweetie, you should visit [Y/N] sometimes! You both could study together for the exam you have coming up."

She dropped me home after leaving the cafe, my mom exchanged a few pleasantries and insisted she comes inside, but she didn't stay long. "Also, tell me when you go so I can pack her cookies, that girl has been so nice to you, she's so caring of you." Mom cooed from the kitchen.

"Yeah," I replied. She stood up for me, and her transition from brutally cruel to kind made me nervous, what if I do something bad and she responds by ignoring me forever?

I've gotta be good to her, I don't want to be alone anymore after feeling so happy around her.

Should I call her?

Should I text her?

I want to talk to her but I'm scared I'll be making her uncomfortable she's never taken long to reply so that's a good sign, right? Ultimately my desire wins over and I'm bringing out my phone and turning it on.

Typing in the words and hesitating to send them, I stop to think, would she be asleep? Would she be spending time with her family? Should I be bothering her more than I have? Regardless, I needed to say sorry.

'Hi... Um, I'm sorry we couldn't go to the mall because of me. And sorry about Kacchan too.'

I waited. She wasn't going to answer so soon.

'Oh? What a coincidence! I was thinking about you, Are you sure you don't have a mind-reading quirk? Because you read my thoughts so accurately, and no need to be sorry, we could go anytime! You nurse that cute nose of yours first, dork.'

She replied!?

Does she think my nose is adorable? Not believing what she said I touched it, I did not know what to think of it, but it did make me forget what had been making me miserable.

'I will- I don't have a quirk I'm sure...'

I did not want to write my next thought. It ended up going to her regardless, curiosity was hard to resist even for me, I had to know.

'What were you thinking of me?'

I dislike how... Wrong it sounds, biting my lips when she didn't answer soon enough, I knew it was bad. Hoping she hadn't seen it yet, I quickly deleted it. Breathing a sigh and getting up from the couch, I should walk around a bit to prevent myself from overanalyzing. 

'Oh! Why did you delete it? I was thinking about how you are so cute and how lucky I am to have you as my first best friend, oh, and what ways we can have fun at the mall. I was thinking we could go to a cosplay shop.'

She saw it...!!

"Wear this."

She pushed a dress toward his chest, and he looked down at it, realizing what she meant he quickly blushed, "But- it won't fit me-- it's for girls!" she grinned, "These are our disguises! A no is not an answer here now go on, I'll be here if you need any help!" shutting down his words and pushing him into the changing room, she closed the door and him inside.

His cheeks turned red as he touched the material, it was soft and pretty. He couldn't possibly prepare himself to remove his uniform and fit himself into this black gown, "We don't have all day!" she whispered into the tiny gap between the door, "we have plans to attend to, so make haste!" slowly pulling off his pants he looked himself in the mirror one last time and took off his shirt, "are you having any trouble in there?" she called out and he shrieked, "U-m uh- no..."

He can't tell if her constant investigation was making it worse, or better for him to cope.

"Okay... Come out soon, I wanna see you."

Pressing his lips together, he stared at his reflection and the gown, it would look prettier on her instead of him, but he kept that to himself, "Are you done?" she tried twisting the handle, thankfully he locked it the second the time she asked.

"N-no!!" he screamed as she knocked on the door, allowing her to sigh and say, "Come on, I have to do your make-up too! Just one more minute!" she warned.

That was his cue to leave and not make her upset.

Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and slightly opened it, peering out and hiding his body. "Should I come outside?" he mumbled, his heart skipping a beat when she quickly looked both ways and entered with her bag, closing the door behind her she grinned, staring into his eyes, it reminded him of the movies his mom used to watch.

Now that he thinks about it, this is kinda romantic, and he doesn't need to watch those movies to know it, though he might once he gets home.

They were alone in the changing booth, just the two of them, was she going to kiss him again?

"You are glowing red! Oh my god! Relax!!" the bedroom eyes she gave him reduced into a concerned expression, closing the tiny distance and gently patting his back, but it didn't make his heart beat any slower. "Ah! This is embarrassing!" he whimpered to himself, hiding his face in his hands "What? No! You look so cute!" she reassured, he had to take a look at himself and he did, his mind concluding what would happen with them so close to each other.

"See! You look so... Hot!" she grasped his shoulder and turned him around to fully face his reflected image, "I'll do your make-up now!" she smiled, gently guiding him to the small bench and pushing him down, she towered over him and he couldn't bring himself to make eye contact.

She made him wear a wig. Short black-haired wig.

"Okay! Don't move unless I tell you to," she commanded and he wouldn't have the will to say anything, not that he would. She can do anything she wanted. To him.

"Keep your eyes still, I'm doing your eyeliner."

He felt cold ink glide over his eyelids, and her hands softly touching his skin, he could feel her breath. Holding his breath in a little longer, he gripped the material in his hand and kept his back straight. "Alright, open your eyes..."

He obeyed and stared up into her eyes, focused on him, watching him.

"Hmm! You have perfect skin so you don't need foundation, let's put on some blush and lipstick then we are done!"

It felt good to be taken care of, it felt good to feel her hand on his face again, and it felt like it was too good to be real. True to her words, she picked out a rosy tint for his cheeks and a peachy red for his lips after trying them on her hand.

Grasping the lipstick, she held his chin up and lowered it to his lips, gently applying the shade and moving back, he shouldn't have opened his eyes yet.

She leaned forward, using her thumb to part his lip she touched them, smearing the color to the corners of his mouth with a careful brush of her finger, all while he admired her features and remembered what started their friendship.

"There! Make-up is done!" she cheered, stepping back to adore her doing.

"T--thanks..." he dropped his gaze to the floor, was it bad he wanted to paint her lips with his? He'd never been bold enough to think about it.

"Hehe! Ok ok, now you'll wait for me outside!"

He didn't question her because he was too stunned to even speak anything after walking out of the booth and avoiding every stranger's gaze, standing with his bag on the ground, he eyed the door. They should have left their bags at home he would have if she'd told him earlier.

That they'd go to the mall right after school.

"I'm done! Come to me, my Juliet!!" bursting out the door, she elated lovingly.

He didn't get time to see her before she grabbed his hand and raced out of the shop a completely different person, "Where are we going?!" he managed to ask while they skimmed down the stairs, running in a dress was not easy as the movies made them out to be, their bags additional weight to carry.

"I had the grand idea of troubling someone!" she narrowed her answer, "Won't we get into trouble?!"

"What? No!! We are not where we are!" he didn't understand what she was getting at. "I mean we are in our disguises! And it will be fun!"

Stopping behind a pillar, he bumped into her before correcting himself and looking at where she had her eyes, "Here is the plan, your name is Juliet, and I'm Jake! And also don't speak unless I tell you!"

Were they doing a roleplay? Did she like them?

"Here he comes!! Hehehe, you bastard I'm going to embarrass you in front of the public for calling me tomorrow bitch!" she muttered to herself, an evil smile on her face and narrowed eyes glaring at the trio entering the mall.

He realized it was Kacchan and his friends.

"How did you know they were coming?" he inquired without thinking about how tense he sounded. Did she like him? Nobody would go out of their way to tease somebody and pay attention to them.

Unless she had feelings for him...

"Oh! So, um... When I was going back to class, I overheard them. So-- I decided it would be fun to prank him."

"Why?" he spoke too soon.

"Why? Well, because... I want to." she shortened her answer, and it wasn't the one he wanted to hear. 

"Why--"

"Oh!! They're moving in! Come on!" seizing his hand, she guided him to tangle his arm around hers, as couples do, when they are in love.

"Ah! Shoot, I almost forgot-- let's hide our bags somewhere! Do you have any ideas?" she ceased her tracks to look around them, he'd forgotten about them too, if he wanted to be her best friend, he should make sure they don't get in trouble.

"Let's hide them under the bench?" he suggested, the ground floor of the mall had shops and few seating areas, it was big and empty even with so many people around. "Yeah that sounds good, I don't have a better idea."

Soon after they finished it, he held onto her arm and let her lead the way, occasionally he'd nuzzle into her and breathe in her scent, it was bliss.

"You seem to be enjoying this." she teased, gazing to her side where he stood and walked along, he gets to observe her better this way, the hat matched her and hid her hair, the white suit, and his black gown. They matched well.

"Umm... I-- I just think we should do our best." he sheepishly mumbled, thinking if he should lower his voice to a girl's.

"You keep doing that and I might just eat you up..."

He blushed, was she playing her role a little too well or did she mean that?

Flashing him a smirk, she carefully took off her hat, "Phew! They didn't break! That would have been embarrassing..." Moving around in her hat were two water balloons.

"When did you get those?" he questioned, "Oh! While you were changing, I filled them up with water from my bottle, I have more in my bag, they're not prepared though. These were very hard to fill." she mused, grinning ear to ear, "hold one for me." she handed a yellow balloon, while she took a red one.

Her smile never faded as she put on her hat and slowly sneaked towards their victim. He was nervous.

"If my first attack fails, quickly gimme yours." she quietly gossiped in his ear, "Be ready to speed-walk afterward." he nodded.

Nearing the trio, she steadied her hand and pulled them back, heaving in a sigh, she quickly threw the balloon. He watched.

It landed right where she wanted it to.

Katsuki jolted and quickly turned his head, finding it empty behind him, "What the hell...!" he shouted, looking down at his pants, it had gotten wet. "Dude... Did you?" his friends attempted to speak but were rudely interrupted, "Shut up! Fuck no! Someone-"

"Oh dear, look, looks like this kid peeped his pants. He should have gone to the bathroom sooner." her voice sounded deeper and... Hotter.

"Huh??!!" his red eyes immediately settled on them, "The fuck did you say?" he yelled, attracting attention to himself and his friends.

Calmly walking ahead of them, she laughed, "No manners huh, kids these days... So rude and reckless. Right, my love?" she peered down at him, "O-oh yes..." he squeaked, did she just call him the love of her life?

"You should change your pants, son." she smiled.

"I did not peep myself you hat-for-brains!" he retorted, ready to pull up his fist and fight, "dude, you're causing a scene." his friend stepped in, holding him back from storming over to the couple.

"Huh... Alright, be sure to use the bathroom next time!" she cheered, pulling him away from the small crowd.

"Come back here you!!!" Katsuki shouted at the top of his lungs, pushing his friends away and chasing after them. "You bastard!!" both of them looked back and without a second thought, they ran, that is after she poked her tongue out to further enrage him.

Izuku on the other hand couldn't keep up with his dress slowing him, but thank god he could wear his regular shoes, pulling his dress up, his other hand holding onto hers, they ran avoiding other people until the dress decided to trip him.

Fortunately, he didn't fall on the ground completely like the last time they raced, she saved him. Throwing a glance toward their pursuer, she brought him up to his feet and picked him up, tightly holding onto his knees and torso, she sprinted as fast as she could and he hid his face in his chest, his arms supporting himself around her neck.

She felt bad about making him wear this dress, didn't she?

He tuned everything out and focused on breathing in and out, did she like to be in control? Did she love him? He felt his heart beating faster than usual, it can't be normal. Covering his vision only allowed her image to flash before his eyes, her scent dominating his.

He absorbed the moment as much as he could. Until...

Eventually, they slowed, and her heavy breathing reached his ear, her grasp on him loosened, and it seemed like she was struggling to hold him up any longer. He wanted to be in her arms.

He didn't want her to let him go yet.

"Looks like... we lost him, that idiot was... fast... God, I hate Katsuki for making me run... So much." she panted, "You okay?" he lifts his head a little, looking at her with puppy eyes, "Y... Yeah, I-I'm good..."

"You look like a baby right now." she giggled, "But I can't hold you any longer." She lowered herself to the ground and he didn't have any choice but to leave her embrace. "You are not heavy I swear! The adrenaline... Vanished and that stupid idiot chased me around..." Exhausted and shaking, she sat on the ground and tried catching her breath.

"You didn't have to carry me..." he responded.

"Yeah, but well I know how tough it is to run in those dresses so..." she gazed up, whining, "we still have to go inside and change our outfit and get our bags! I didn't think this one through..."

"I could go in and get them!" he wanted to be of use to her.

"That's kinda risky... No, let's go inside together and sneak our way back." she cared so much, she didn't want him to go all alone.

"But, you're tired." he insisted.

"It's fine... Besides I'm sleeping the moment I get home."

Next time, he wanted to be the one in a suit, and she in a beautiful dress.

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You wouldn't believe how much I fangirled...

That is unlike me

[madeby-meru]

thoughts & critique on Jason as a character

(honestly just me being petty and rambling a lot, feel free to ignore me)

First of all, I want to talk about the character promotion for Jason. We start off being told that this particular character is some kind of special route or secret route that can only be archieved by certain in-game choices (the feeling I got from the promotion was that he is supposed to be a bit of more difficult route, where you can miss scenes and illustrations easily, where its harder to raise the lovometer, where you have to make the appropiate choices on multiple episodes in a row to get in his route, idk something of the sorts, something a bit different from the others). But... is he really? During the promotion this character is being shown alongside everyone else, he is presented in the slideshow in the promotional web, we receive the same amount of information (maybe even more) as we receive of the other characters, we even get extra sneak peaks of the character that we did not get from the others (it feels like he is getting the favorite child treatment, sorta like Castiel gets every now and then). This may be an unpopular opinion but, in the end, he is esentially on the same level as all the other love interests, at this point and solely from the way he was promoted his route is no longer special or secret or anything of he sorts. And honestly? That dissapointed me a bit.

Now within the story (and I'm gonna complain a bit more here), to add on top of what I mentioned, he appears in game almost from the very begining, we can get illustrations with him from the second episode onwards & we can raise his lovometer almost as much as with the other characters. So, objectively speaking, what is so special about his route now? The fact that he gets the same 3 comically villanous lines repeated like a broken record? The fact that he has barely any screentime compared to the others? The fact that his ep 4 illustration is not even an actual illustration to begin with (yes, I am annoyed about the ep 4 illustrations overall but thats a different topic)? When we add all of this together, he (again) does not feel like a secret route, he feels like a regular one that gets half the effort as the others. And yes, I get it, it was clear how popular of a character he was going to be, I get that promoting this character more meant more players and more sales, I get that adding him early game was made for us fans and I am completely sure that this was done with the best intentions cause I know that there are people working at Beemoov that actually care about the players. But this was so poorly done that it's just making him boring, cliché, ridiculously comical (he is a full on villain caricature atp, a Megamind wannabe) and a complete afterthought (cause that's exactly how most of his appearences feel, like a last minute addition). At this point, his route cannot be treated as anything different from the others, and excusing his lack od dialogue or meaningful interaction with the player on the fact that "It's a secret route, it's not the same" it's just that, an excuse for a poorly done end product.

Personally, I was convinced that we would see nothing of him until like, at the very least, 7 episodes in, honestly even 10. I was expecting to hear his name here and there, crumbs of the drama, sneak peaks of the plot, a glimpse, an unexpected short encounter while we dont know who he is and he doesnt know who we are... That would have made it interesting, that would have built expectation, that would have let us make up more theories, that would have developed the main plot slowly and we would have learned the whole drama little by little (in a way that would make sense and wouldn't make every single character feel like they have a total of 2 functioning braincells).

I feel like a lot of potential has been lost for a very interesting character, but I am just a random woman on the internet sooooooo-