#anyway all of you refresh your eyes on peak art

[ask-hector-and-isaac]

Yo Hector, look what I did!!

*seconds of silence pass*

Hector: ... what the hell.

*Isaac is doubled down, wheezing*

Isaac: Hahahahaha! Ohhh, I bet you'd love this to happen, wouldn't you, Hector? *snidely* To have Lord Dracula fawning all over you...

Hector: Fuck you, Isaac. I'm done with this. *storms out*

Isaac: With pleasure! Ah, forgive him, he doesn't appreciate fine art. I wonder if you could draw something similar for me, hahaha! I'd be sure to cherish your artistic vision...

[shotorozu]

BABE , i saw a hc ( i think it was urs) where the boys’s s/o was really fashionable, ( as somebody that’s gone viral on pinterest a little too many times ) I WAS WONDERING , what if you did a todobakudeku ( separately please omg) with somebody that’s like the emma chamberlain of fashion and they own everybody’s pinterest boards and stuff AHAHA IDK , the amount of times somebody has said ‘ wait ur that one pinterest girl right?? ‘ ANYWHAHEEIE I LOVE YOU N HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! 💗💗

pinterest famous s/o

character(s) : midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, they/them pronouns (at the request of anon) strong quirk hinted; not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (x reader)

note(s) : thank you anon!! so ok, i still used they/them pronouns even though the reader is afab (again at the request of anon) and whdjwkd sorry for the inactivity :,) also im gonna post more later so— sorry for the delay

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midoriya izuku

when middle school midoriya finally got a phone, he downloaded pinterest for the sole purpose of looking at screencaps of heroes

but then, he hasn’t touched it a few months, because he’s been training with all might

then, when he finally had enough free time again— he decided to go on pinterest

but instead of finding any heroes he could look at, he found the prettiest human being he has ever seen in his entire life 💀

that person was a different type of beauty, y’know— they weren’t just fashionable, but their beauty was,,

timeless? that’s how he’d describe it. yeah. that person lived in his head rent free for a while

sadly, he feels like you’re that person he sees once in his life, and never again 😔　which isn’t the case

when he finally meets you, midoriya realizes that you look VERY familiar— someone on pinterest, that he unfortunately, didn’t know the name of

but then wait! he realizes that you’re that person. that one person that blew up on pinterest, and ended up in all of the fashion boards.

okay, you’ve been recognized a few times in the past, just because you were pinterest famous— but you didn’t expect him to recognize you

“wait,, you know me?” you asked him when you saw the realization sink in

and you were honestly,, flattered when he went on a tangent on how you were on all of the pinterest boards, and how your sense of fashion was timeless

but you know what’s the best thing of it all? when izuku developed a crush on you (and not because he thought you were just an attractive face)

it was very easy to find pictures of you online! he says it’s for research but,, he tends to look at them for a long time

probably has 3-4 pages dedicated to your hero costume— since fashion icon = fashionable, yet a very practical hero costume!

does he get jealous whenever people fawn over your looks, or whenever he sees comments in pinterest comment sections just asking for your socials in such desperation?

hmm,, yes? he does occasionally feel like someone like you, should be with someone as equally beautiful as you

he thought he was always plain looking, but you wholeheartedly disagree! in fact, you fell in love with his ability to pay attention to detail.

to the random creeps in the comments section, he just contacts the uploader and asks them to delete any malicious comments and it works 100% of them time.

on the brighter side, he helps a lot with taking your pictures (if you ask him to) and sometimes! he’ll even appear in them

izuku will always be your #1 fan!

bakugou katsuki

at first, you’d be like “katsuki owning pinterest? naaah.” but! i think he would

being an all might fan, he liked looking at all might screen caps— and while katsuki would be on the discreet side, he’d find himself looking at them whenever he has extra minutes to burn

not to mention, the cooking recipes on there aren’t the worst, so he doesn’t just use pinterest to look at screen caps of heroes doing their work

and, how could he forget that you’ve been bugging him to search for rare screen caps? he says that it’s useless— but he finds himself digging for you anyway,

which is whyyy

he finds an entirely different rabbit hole, and it’s way past 10pm, 3 more minutes wouldn’t wound him.

the blond doesn’t know how he even stumbled on.. this side of pinterest. the one that kind of hurts his eyes.

the more well known side of pinterest, that is covered in pictures of fashion boards, and the standard pretty person.

the ‘aesthetic’ side, kaminari calls it— it makes bakugou cringe, and he was just about to refresh his page

when he spots something familiar, it’s you‼️ well it wasn’t just you but, you were dressed in something,, nice.

like sure! you’re attractive. but that’s not why he’s dating you, there’s a lot of reasons as to why

but, he’s baffled. seeing you in a different light, and in such nice clothing, what more, when he sees that you’re actually everywhere. he hasn’t seen this much of you and your attractive ass before

katsuki told himself that he was going to sleep a few minutes ago, but now? he’s left admiring all of your pictures.

how did he not know that his s/o’s pinterest famous? you’re practically in every single board!

he confronts you the next day in an oddly weird manner, “you didn’t tell me you were famous on that stupid pinterest app.”

you’re sheepish, “welll, i didn’t know that you were going to stumble on that side of pinterest!”

he doesn’t say anything, and really! it looks like he doesn’t care about the newest discovery of his s/o

but he shows his feelings in his own way.

like, how katsuki insists that he finds a new outfit that you’d absolutely love— one that’ll fit with your aesthetic

and that he insists that he does your graphic liner, because you’re going to ‘poke your eyes out’

makes an entirely different account to reply to those simps and creeps in the comment section, sort of like

random pinterest user : “the things i’ll do to be crushed by them 💦”

pinterestuser461903 : “go touch some fucking grass.”

also would’ve commented “your art sucks” at the poorly done drawings of you in the comments, but knows you appreciated the art— so he doesn’t

(still thinks the fanart doesn’t do you enough justice)

he’ll be super proud when someone notices you in person like “yeah that’s fucking right, but too bad they’re super attractive and way out of your league.”

in short, it looks like katsuki doesn’t care at all about your pinterest famous life, but he’s your #1 supporter

todoroki shouto

i am certain for this one— he doesn’t have pinterest

well, he didn’t have pinterest, until midoriya convinced him to create an account, but it kinda just ended at that

but the person that actually made him use pinterest was sero, because he kept bugging him to give it a try

todoroki finds the app very practical— he can find screen caps of heroes in action, and he can also find oddly helpful tips in cooking (and in anything)

but sero was like “todoroki, what about the aesthetic value??” and todoroki didn’t really get that part to be honest 💀

todoroki, being clueless didn’t know what to search for— so sero being the wonderful friend he is, helped him search for it

and that’s when it happened. it didn’t take that long, but they eventually found an entire section just full of pictures of you; their classmate and crush

“is that Y/N?” mina notices what they’re looking at, and she observes the picture “oh wow— it is her! no wonder why she looked familiar.”

“it’s impressive! our classmate is pinterest famous!” they continue to look at every single post in each board, and todoroki’s left to observe in silence

he has definitely taken a liking to you, even if he didn’t realize it at first— he liked you because of your hard work when it came to training, personality and patience, not because of your looks

obviously, todoroki thinks that you look good in anything, trashbag style or not. but seeing you in this light was interesting.

so after training, todoroki would spent a good portion of his time scavenging for more pictures— not because he was obsessed or anything

but because,, he really liked your pictures. maybe it was because without you in those pictures, it would feel incomplete

he didn’t know how to approach you after this discovery, which is why he’s glad that you approached him first

“todoroki! what are you looking at?” you took a peak at his screen, and you’re baffled to see yourself, and that very famous picture of you

he’s quiet for a second when he realizes that you’ve caught him staring at your pictures, but he explains calmly, “sero accidentally discovered your pictures,, and i just wanted to take a peak at them, if it was okay,,”

and he’s relieved— well, you’re also relieved. you didn’t know how your crush would react if he ever saw those pictures, but your heart skipped a beat knowing that he enjoyed looking at them

“it’s alright todoroki,” you smile, honestly over the moon as you spoke “i’m really glad that you like them.”

sometimes you’d get shy whenever he’d go on pinterest just to look at your pictures, “todoroki, not that one! that one was really old,,” is what you’d say whenever he’d look at your older photos but he’d still look at them anyway 💀

at first, todoroki helped you in his own subtle way. since he’s quite the fashion icon— he’d recommend you clothes to wear for future pictures

he eventually confessed— and it was because you were talking to him while he was really tired, and he blurted out that he really, really liked you and you almost passed away because of his words

so yeah— it was a case of secretly admiring their beautiful best friend to lovers scenario

he’d go the full mile when it came to taking your pictures. he’d check the weather forecast just in case if it was going to rain for that date, and impromptu picnic photoshoot

that boyfriend that has pictures of you in his photo gallery, and has a backstory for each photo if anyone were to ask

also that boyfriend that knows how to take pictures, will probably even lay down to take them, even if you didn’t kindly ask him to

when you asked him to join the picture, he didn’t really know how to— but he made it work! and the both of you guys went viral

but this isn’t all one sided, no— whenever you guys would cuddle, shouto would simply stare at you with HEARTS in his eyes,

and even before he leans in for a kiss, he’ll stare at you with so much love in his eyes, while he traces his thumb across your cheekbones. man’s in love— you’re gorgeous.

he knows that you know that he’s not with you because of any ulterior motive, you both have mutual trust in each other— so it’s not something you guys will bother on questioning because you’re both hot asf lets be real

he’s not uncomfortable whenever people gawk at you in public— i mean, you two get stares on the regular. and how could they not stare at you? you’re very attractive, and he’s glad that people recognize that

but he’ll get protective if they’ll try to be a threat to your loving relationship with him, he won’t be afraid to be blunt

regarding the comments on each pinterest post— he hates it when people say things out of the line

always tries to hide them from you so you don’t feel bothered by them, but if you knew about them— he’ll be sad :,(

but he’ll end up mass reporting those nasty comments— and they always get taken down, because of the shouto todoroki luck

in short? man’s whipped, and the both of you guys are SO attractive together— what more if people knew about the om chemistry?

really— you being pinterest famous was just a nice plus, he fell in love with you for you

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[power-chords]

Post-trip round-up, integration, thoughts (cut for length & some Heavy Shit)

WOW I needed that and I am so glad I realized I needed that. It has been well over ten years since I last took LSD, and my reluctance to indulge in psychedelics again was rooted in a long and complicated history that I don't really need to hash out here, but doing a mild dose of mushrooms last weekend gave me the confidence and conviction that I was ready.

Would it have been wiser to take a less bonkers dose for the first time in a decade plus? Probably! Do I regret a single moment of it? Not a whit! It's tough to overstate just how powerful, therapeutic, and restorative a good acid trip is, even an occasionally intense, uncomfortable one. I do not recommend eating multiple tabs of extremely good blotter on your first rodeo, but Adam's even more of a veteran psychonaut than I am, so I was 1000% well cared for, totally safe, and in a comfortable, familiar environment. In that setting, and in a positive frame of mind, acid is not going to throw anything at you that you are not equipped to handle. I would love to make this an annual or biannual thing.

The cool, funny, wacky delightful stuff:

Put it under my tongue at 10 AM-ish. Went to go listen to some music and doodle until it kicked in. I forgot that the come-up is like, do not make any fucking plans involving hand-eye coordination LMAO. I was trying to doodle Bowery Ballroom in an old sketchbook, and that devolved quickly. The markers were old so some of the caps were really stuck on there, and I wound up devolving into fits of laughter from the absurdity of pulling the caps off with my teeth.

Ink stains on my hands started writhing and trailing and were very cool. That was the first thing I noticed. I got very sad that I stopped drawing and making art, which was something I did all my life and almost went to school for but stopped doing as an adult. And then I realized I could start drawing again any time if I wanted to, and I didn't have to be GOOD at it or a proper artist for it to be worthwhile and fun. Felt immediately happy again.

Adam decided to watch Lethal Weapon???? I was like, Don't Like That. Even though he had headphones on and I couldn't hear anything. I am ambivalent about screens at best when I'm tripping, and at worst I don't even want to be in the same room with them. Guns and violence seemed comically, brutally stupid. Turned my back to the TV and continued drawing and writing until I could no longer hold a pen. Eventually Adam got on my wavelength and was like yeah, this is too much! (He took like, twice the dose that I did. I have no idea how he was even able to talk to me, but he managed!)

Felt the need to message Liana while peaking, picked up my phone, and saw that she had already sent me this:

I thought that was HILARIOUS (tbh it actually was, and it was not just the acid talking)

For the first few hours of teeth-grinding, reality-shearing intensity, Adam and I mostly lounged in bed with the shades pulled all the way up and the window open, cuddling and petting Ernie. Fantastic bonding experience for the whole fam.

Looking at every surface in the apartment became like looking at a stained glass ceiling, or an infinite mandala, or the muddied rainbows in oil-slicked puddles. It looked like Ernie's fur was breathing and someone had colored all over the white parts of him with a highlighter. Adam agreed with this assessment. Formica on the kitchen counters was bananas. So were the trees outside, rippling like celluloid and brighter green than I had ever seen them.

The two of us spent a good 15 minutes doubled over with laughter because Adam suggested a contraption for funneling Fancy Feast directly into Ernie's mouth, kind of like shotgunning a beer

Adam: "I can't believe I used to to this and get on the subway and try to do things with people." Me: "What? How did you even figure out how to get from Point A to Point B?" Adam: "I mean, we didn't, really. We usually got lost. It was fine, though." Truly, it's about the friends you make along the way!

The second half of the trip, when things are starting to mellow out a bit, is when you become a real rock star. I went outside for a walk around the neighborhood, and to sit in the park with my headphones on while watching kids play on the playground, and it was ECSTATIC. I was just overjoyed. My face still hurts from smiling.

Forgot that I needed money to realize my goal of obtaining a popsicle, so I had to detour back into the apartment and explain all of this to my husband before resuming the popsicle quest. He thought it was very funny, but sympathized.

Fresh air, popsicles and San Pellegrino on acid. On another level! 100/10.

Bathrooms still universally suck, LOL. -10/10. Not a fan of that bathroom while tripping face! Every time I had to pee it was like WELL here we go again into the Pink Squirming Hell Chamber (I am making this sound like more of a big deal than it actually was)

15 HOURS. 15 HOURS Jesus Christ lmao I did not stop seeing weird shit on screens and surfaces until like 1 AM. And even then, if I stared long enough, funky colors and patterns would re-emerge. It's a commitment. I feel happy and refreshed, but also totally exhausted. Definitely have to budget a full weekend of No Plans for any future trips.

The Heavy Shit:

There is some Cronenberg-level body horror right before the visuals get super rainbow-stained and stereotypically psychedelic, which sounds bad, but I promise it isn't. It's watching the veins pulse under your skin and change into very saturated colors, pores and hair and scars become very defined and wiggly, and as someone who has so much bodily anxiety related to my alopecia/IBS, it was weirdly... freeing? You get to experience all this stuff in an entirely new frame of mind, shedding judgment and old thought ruts. I remember thinking, "I do not need to feel shame about my body," and letting go of so much baggage.

At some point mid-afternoon I decided to retrieve my phone from the drawer again, and saw that I had a missed call and a voicemail from my dad. I decided to play it back, and he was just phoning to tell me that he was listening to a live version of "Sally Simpson" and Keith was doing this thing where he wasn't even touching the cymbals, and had I listened to that specific performance before and noticed the same thing, and wasn't he truly the greatest drummer that ever lived? "Anyway, no need to call me back, just wanted to let you know. I love my bubbie!" (His term of endearment for me.) And I went to go sit in bed and weep for a straight 15 minutes, the most cleansing, purging cry you could possibly imagine, while Adam hugged me and rubbed my back. I was overwhelmed, overcome by this feeling of cosmic Love and Connection with my family and my husband and all of my friends.

I had been sitting on and burying so much fear and distress from the past 18 months, the chronic, low-grade trauma that was worrying if COVID was going to kill my father, my best friend and closest confidante and the one person on earth who I feel truly Gets Me on a spiritual level, and all of that came out. Fully processed and released every ounce of grief. What replaced it was the absolute, unshakable faith that no matter what happens — including my greatest fear, which is inevitable, no matter how far off it may be — he will always be with me, and a part of me, in the music we both love, and I will never, ever lose that.

[midnightmoonkiss]

Valentine’s Bliss

Midoriya Izuku X Fem! Reader

Summary: The day of love certainly is meant to be spent together. When plans fall through, though, thanks to the busy life of heroes, maybe a relaxing bath will make up for it.

WARNINGS!: Hanjobs! So, 18+ !

Category: Smut

Word Count: 6k+

Just To Clarify:

Reader is female

This occurs after UA 

A/N: This is late. I know. I’m sorry ahhhnbgng.

Water cascaded down you, enveloping you in it's oh-so refreshing warmth as you took a self-proclaimed much needed shower. Lyrics to a song you weren’t entirely familiar with tumbled past your lips, filling the silence as you rubbed soap down your legs. 

The night was young, yet the sun had far passed the horizon, it’s sister the moon taking it’s radiant place and covering the world in sleepy darkness.You could only assume the dazzling pink, white and red lights put out for this month casted the city of Musutafu in a more romantic glow.

This glorious Valentines Friday was winding down to an end, almost reaching 9:00PM now. Even if you’d much prefer to spend the entirety of it with your boyfriend, you knew he was a busy man these days - well on his way to being a pro-hero. He was quite the ambitious young man, but he worked too hard sometimes - even if he was still a sidekick. They always did the grunt work, or the work the pro’s didn't feel like really doing. 

A longing sigh bubbled in your throat, head tilted up as the pouring water rinsed suds from your lower body. It was a nice feeling, almost drowning in the liquids intoxicating touch.

Originally, you were supposed to have dinner at a restaurant of your choosing a few hours ago to celebrate the worldwide couples holiday, but alas.. You had to be understanding. He was called in last minute for a small bank heist, after all. Time is money?

In all honesty, you felt bad for the poor guy. Who knew climbing the ranks could be so tedious? Certainly him more so than you.You’d always support him, though. Forever his number one fan. Hell, it’d be a lie if you said you hadn’t picked up any merch fellow fans made of him, even helping produce some realistic art thanks to him being the actual model of them. Maybe even some drawings that would stay for your eyes only.

Lost in your thoughts, as all showers tend to make people do, you fail to hear the sound of the front door opening and closing. There was an apparent noise of someone stumbling through the apartment, but you were still none the wiser -  for now you began humming a soft melody instead of openly singing. You forgot the rest of the lyrics, anyway.

Just as you were about finished with your shower, a sudden knock on the door caused you to squeak - senses on high alert and completely ready to grab the knife you kept in the shower with you.

“Princess? Are you taking a shower?” A tired, muffled, yet heart-warmingly familiar voice called through the locked wooden door. Relief flooded through you, body instantly relaxing as you simply stood under the water. Though his voice was obscured by not only the wood, but the noisy shower you’re in, it wasn’t too hard to tell he didn't sound like himself.

He didn’t most days, anyway. Always so tired when he’d come home this late. He did have to leave extremely early in the morning, anyway. Your poor heros sleep schedule was far too wack for the strenuous activities he did for his job.

“Izu, honey? You sound tired.” You stated, rinsing the conditioner you left to sit in out of your (H/L), (H/C) hair.

“I am tired..” Izuku muttered almost inaudibly, a thump on the door making you assume he placed his forehead there or leaned his back against it.

Chewing on your lip in worry, you turned off the shower, squeezing water out of your hair as you stepped out onto a bath mat. Moments later, and much to your boyfriends surprise, you opened the door, wrapped in a pretty (f/c) towel. Unluckily to him, but lucky to you, he was indeed leaning against the door, so you have the pleasure of having him stumble into your arms.

Staring up into his green eyes, it was easy to tell they came back to life again, a spark shining in them at the sight of you.

“(Y-Y/N)-” He stuttered, a pretty pink blush settling on his freckled cheeks. It was so adorable how shy he still is, despite being in a relationship for years and doing some downright dirty things with each other. How cute.

(S/C) hand reaching up, you softly cupped his face, bringing him down for a quick peck on the lips, to which he gladly returned. Though his lips were chapped, no doubt from probably shouting at villains the way he always does - that paired with the cold night air, they were still pleasant to kiss. They held traces of vanilla, perhaps a cupcake he had eaten before?

“You’re very tense..” Your hands, now moving up and down his arms, could feel the tight muscles beneath your fingertips. He needed a break. That much was clear. You both had the weekend off.. perhaps the two of you could do something? For now..

Every-observant (E/C) examined his face, dark bags peaking through his skin under those large eyes. 

“How about we take one of those baths together?” You ponder aloud, a well meaning smile making its way onto your face.

True, you had just come out of the shower, but that doesn’t mean you couldn't take a bath. Especially given how long it took to set one up, your skin would have plenty of time to rejuvenate in that long time span -  as well as giving your boyfriend a moment to have a breather on the bed.

“That.. that would be great.. ” He sighed with a smile of his own as he dropped his head on your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your wet neck.

You giggled, turning to press a sweet kiss to his head whilst his big arms held you closer to his toned body.

“Careful now~ You might make my towel drop!”

“You act as if that’d be a bad thing, love.” He whispered huskily against your skin as you whined in embarrassment, your own teasing tactics failing miserably.

“Didn’t you just shower, though?” He questioned, common sense seemingly just hitting his tired head, “and I took a shower before coming home, too..”

“It was one of those mandatory quick five minute showers, wasn’t it?” You deadpanned,

“Well. Yes..” 

“Those are in no way relaxing. We are going to take a bath together,” You picked his head up off your shoulder, pressing your foreheads together, “and you're going to like it like you always do. You need a break, hun.”

“Alright..” He breathed, eyes lidding as he lazily smiled. There was no fighting with you when your mind was set, that much he knew. Not that he’d want to protest, a bath sounds heavenly to his sore muscles right now.

“I’ll set it up, you go get us some clothes for after and sit down.” Even if your tone was commanding, Izuku knew your words held no bite. They never did. Always so soft and gentle to him.. The best lover he could ask for. With that, he nodded, making his way out of the steamy bathroom to gather clothes and relax for a bit on the bed.

With a determined nod, you tightened the towel around your body to keep it from slipping as you left the door wide open to air out your showers steam.

Right! So, today is Valentines day! Meaning, you’d need an extra special bath. Of course, Izuku didn’t need to know that. 

It’s going to be a surprise!

Knowing him, he’ll probably fall asleep while waiting, relying on you to awaken him from his slumber with a sugary sweet kiss.

Until that time comes, which couldn't be soon enough since kissing that man was more addicting than any drug, you’d need to work extra hard to make this day come to a nice close for your hero. 

Thus began your plan that wasn’t really a plan - you were making things up as you went.

Turning the bathroom heater on low, knowing how hot it’d get in this surprisingly large space, you began wiping down spots of condensation. Living in a semi-large apartment with your boyfriend was a blessing and a curse at times. Curse because.. That’s a lot of space to clean.

A blessing because more space means.. Well, more space!

Digging through the bathroom cabinet, you rummaged through luxury items, pulling out peppermint essential oil and a shea butter moisturizing epsom salt mixture. Ah, luxury.

Peppermint was always a nice thing to relax in after a troubling week, the scent of it really opening your nose up!

Maybe?

You shrugged, setting the two containers down next to the bathtub beside the shower. Originally, having the two seperate seemed like a waste of space, but nowadays - after settling in over the past few months - it seemed completely reasonable. Hell, you and Izuku could be bathing at the same time if you so wish.

Even if you’d rather do it together, sometimes it’s just nice to be alone for a second without really being physically alone.

Plugging up the pristine white bath drain, you sprinkled some of the salt mixture in whilst running hot water, mixing it as it filled up and ignoring the burn.

It was going to sit for a while anyway, having it the perfect temperature right away would be a waste.

 Once it was filled, a few drops of peppermint were added before another mixing spell.

Now it was truly time to set things up.

Rummaging through the cabinet under the sink, you grabbed the container of rose petals bought earlier in the week, as well as two sets of white candles in a red glass.

Yes, yes! 

It was all so exciting, the romantic fantasy bath people would dream of on Valentines day!

It was a good thing you had bought chocolate, too! Though, of course, corporate corruption and high quality always made such treats hard to purchase except for rare occasions.

Giving your man exactly what he needs on the most loving day of the year - who wouldn’t be giddy over it? He deserved it. Not only was he your hero, but he was also your king, just as you were his queen.

The love you held for him burned inside your lungs with every breath you took.

Never before could you have imagined your life anyway else, not since you first laid your eyes on the cute second year student at UA four years ago.

A support class student and a hero class student, what a trope.

You giggled at the memory of how you met as you placed candles all around the tub and bathroom.

You were a first year at the time, having just entered the school with a new batch of newbies and already on the start of something great in your technical classes. You just so happened to be helping aid a second year - Mei Hatsume - with testing out her ‘new’ boots. Really, they weren’t new, they were just improved rocket boots that she had already invented before. It was like that marketing scheme companies used, ‘new and improved.’ 

Either way, helping out would get you extra credit on an upcoming test, and hell if you were going to miss out on such an opportunity - despite not actually needing it as you’d discover the following week

It was a simple task, really, put the boots on and test them out. She wanted the boots to have more thruster power, previously only being able to get a meter or so in the air. 

The moment she turned them on, though, you were like Tony Stark trying out his new suit for the first time.

Screams ripped from your throat as you flew sporadically around the room, zero control of the boots, much to Mei’s dismay.

Left eyebrow twitching in annoyance at that part of the memory, you began delicately placing petals everywhere, including in the bathtub and making a path from the door to it.

You’d meet the famous ‘Deku’ moments later, when he kicked down the door Mei had apparently locked, drawn to the room after hearing your screams echo down an empty hallway.

Embarrassment had flooded through your being, unable to stop screaming as you desperately tried holding down your wild green skirt as you flew through the air like a headless chicken.

Any conversations held between the two on the floor slipped by your ears, all you could hear was yourself and the roar of the mad boots keeping your feel in a death grip.

Then, time stopped as two two warm arms wrapped around your body, green sparks flashing about your vision. It all happened too fast to truly comprehend it, but he had somehow gotten your boots off in a span of two seconds before bouncing down two walls to the floor with your shaking body held against his muscular chest.

Thus bringing forth the term of endearment, “My hero..”

True, he was a hero already, but at the time he was a hero in training, but the words still left a great impact on Izuku at that time. For a student to be referred to as a hero already, that was big! At least, that’s what he told you years later.

You didn’t start dating until just after Izuku’s graduation. He wanted to set in stone his feelings before he’d lose the chance too, and it was a blessing for the both of you when you had said yes. He cried a waterfall.

It was a nice memory to look back on. You hummed in appreciation as you set the last petal down, always finding yourself caught up in memories and such when given quiet time to yourself.

Then again, it was the day of love, it was hard not to be consumed with thoughts of your beloved boyfriend.

Grabbing your phone, you connected it to a speaker, turning on some classical music to truly set a romantic atmosphere.

Walking to the door, you looked back at your hard work.

Mhm!

All that was left was getting a table for the candies.. And.. wine, perhaps? Ah, why the hell not. Up the ante, relax to the fullest!

With pep in your step, you held the slipping towel to your body as you reached for the chocolate you had hidden in the fridge - chocolate was better cold, anyway - and a bottle of vidal-fleury beaumes de venise muscat 2013, a dessert wine that came at an affordable price. Quality is everything! Who said a cheap wine can’t be good? God, maybe.

Hands full, you made your way back to the bathroom, placing the items on the floor to go out and grab a bath-side table you kept in a broom closet. It was pearly white. All you needed now were some wine glasses and a plate to put the chocolates all on.

By the time everything was all set up, the bathroom was glowing, and your body ached with desire to finally step into the waters that cooled down to the perfect temperature.

Now all that was left was to wake a sleeping Izuku.

Tiptoeing into the room over to the man who had his legs over the side of the bed as his upper half laid like a starfish on the bed, you leaned over him, admiring his cute resting face.

So relaxed.

You almost felt bad about having to wake him up.. Though, he’d be more upset if you didn’t.

Sighing through your nose, you pressed gentle kisses all around his face, watching as his eyelids fluttered and nose twitched as he was brought from his nap.

“Mmm.. hello, princess.” With a sleepy smile, he leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“All done?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes whilst sitting up.

You hummed, grabbing his hand, as well as the clothes he picked out for the two of you and pulling him to the bathroom.

“Still, in that towel I see.” Izuku observed, no doubt a blush on his cheeks again.

“We’ll I’m about to be in a lot less, dear~” and so the teasing began again.

“Oh boy, is it my birthday?” You both laughed, standing outside the door.

Turning around, wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing his large frame down to your height to whisper hotly in his ear, “It may not be, but I do expect to see you in your birthday suit.” 

Shivers went down his spine, finding himself speechless.

“Now, I’m going to go in first, and then when I call you, you can come in. Okay?” Smiling playfully, you booped his nose, opening the door but positioning yourself so he couldn’t see inside.

Messy green curls bounced as his head tilted to the left in confusion, but agreeing nonetheless.

Slipping into the bathroom, you dropped the towel from your body, placing your clothes on a rack along with fresh towels and dimming the light. The room was casted in a warm glow thanks to the candles.

Dipping a toe into the bath, you hummed in contemptment, slowly sinking your body into the soothing water. Grabbing a two scrunchies behind you, you put your hair in a messy bun. All was well and good.

“Izuku~” You sang his name, a smile at your lips as you watched the door slowly open.

He shuffled inside, closing and locking the door behind him before turning around.

It was amusing to see his jaw drop, eyes growing to the size of saucers. Pride swelled in your chest the longer he stood there shell shocked.

“Well?”

Your voice brought him back to reality, realizing this indeed was not a sleepy dream.

“Honey… you did all this?” A breathy laugh accommodated his words.

“All for you, my love.” 

A shy smile spread on his face, “Thank you, (Y/N)..”

“You’re quite welcome, big boy. Now come here~ I miss you.” 

He groaned, hands covering his red face, already so flustered, your words only adding to that.

You knew the effects you had on him! How cruel.

“C-could you look away..?” The request didnt surprise you at all, so you nodded, letting your eyes slip closed as you listened to the shuffle of clothes

It was hard for him to feel insecure around you, years of praise wrapping his insecurities into a ball and throwing it into the trash. No, he was just a bit overwhelmed. He was still that shy boy you met back in UA at heart, something you secretly wish would never go away.

His shyness was apart of him, and you fully embraced and welcomed it - even if you did help him build a lot of confidence for him.

The water swayed around you as what you would assume to be his leg entered the water.

“Do you need help? The tub is a bit slippery-” You warned before being cut off,

“No, no! I’m oka- ah!”

He shrieked, and your eyes flew open just in time to witness your beefy boyfriend slip and fall onto you.

You wheezed from a combination of amusement and the fact his head crashed onto your chest.

“Are you okay?” You felt bad from laughing, but it was easy to tell that he was fine from his own loud laughter joining yours.

“Y-yes.. Haha.. sorry..”

 While pulling at his ear like a mother would to her misbehaving child, you scolded, “See~? I told you it was slippery!”

“You’re right, you’re right, I should have listened to you.” Viridescent eyes stared up into your own, the flames dancing in them.

“It’s alright. I forgive you.” wrapping your arms under his, you pulled him up further on your body so that his head wasn't almost covered in water, that and so his legs had more space despite still having to be bent, “Just this once!”

He chuckled, leaning back against you.

Sitting there for a moment, you both just took in each others presence, as well as letting the water relax you.

“I like these rose petals..” Izuku started, scarred hand coming up to pick one up and look at it, “How much were these?”

His concern was endearing, of course rose petals - especially fresh, real ones - were not cheap. Though, he didn’t need to know that.

You nipped his ear, eliciting a sharp gasp from him at the sensation, “It’s valentine's day, no asking about prices.”

“Bu-”

“Izuku.”

“Yes ma’am.” He turned to stick his tongue out at you, to which you took ahold of the moment and kissed it.

It instantly shot back in his mouth, another blush taking over his cheeks.

“(Y/N)..!” He whined. So cute.

“Yes, dear? Would you like some chocolate?”

“Gah!!” He huffed, but nodded his head ‘yes.’

His childish antics brought a grin to your face, hand lifting from the water and dripping as you wiped your hand on a towel before grabbing a dark chocolate.

Biting into one half of it, you plopped the other into the green haired man's awaiting mouth, watching as he hummed in satisfaction at it’s rich flavor before swallowing.

With the other half of the chocolate still in your mouth, you turned your head to sweetly kiss him.

He quickly realized what he assumed was an innocent kiss would not turn out to be as such the moment he felt your chocolate-chilled tongue drag across his bottom lip.

He opened his mouth without hesitation, gasping through his nose as you pushed what he assumed was the other half of the dark chocolate into his mouth.

Had you not shared food like this many times before, it probably would’ve grossed him out.

Whilst his mouth and mind were distracted by your tongue and bittwer-sweet chocolate, your hands massaged at his arms, hoping to take some more tension away from them.

If you could kiss every inch of his skin at this moment, you would, but you’d much rather continue to draw out small moans of appreciation through locking lips with him as your tongues danced and caressed each other.

His personality was amazing, the main reason you fell in love with him, but damn if his body wasn’t a mega plus.

Hot breaths mingled together, mind starting to fuzz from the heat of the bath and the intensity of the now desperate kiss.

“I missed you so much today..” Izuku panted, momentarily parting from the kiss to take a breather before once again smashing his kiss-slicked lips against your own.

Your hands dragged across his chest, left thumb swiping across a sensitive nipple. His body jolted against you, groaning into the kiss as if begging for more, and you were all too willing to indulge.

To hell with sweetness, the night of Valentine’s day was all about something else, wasn’t it?

Thumb and index finger rolled the wet, perky bud between them, occasionally pulling at the sensitive flesh. He could feel your own nipples hardening against his back with every keen spilling from him, muffled by your lips.

His body tensed when an exploratory right hand dragged its way down his thigh, massaging his hip.

Thanks to the clear water, you had the pleasure of watching from the corner of your eye as his member slowly rose up - he was none the wiser. Completely oblivious, eyes having slipped closed the moment the kiss began.

The muscles in his leg twitches beneath your fingertips as you dragged them up and down his inner thigh.

The stress from the past few weeks built up in his system, and the sudden desire to come undone from you and you alone swirled in his gut.

Patience was something he always prided himself on, but between the stress, your hot mouth bringing mind boggling kisses, and light touches seemingly inching closer and closer to his hardness, his patience was wearing thin much quicker than usual.

Breaking the kiss once again, a small string of saliva momentarily connecting you both, he pleaded, “Princess.. please... touch me..” He grimaced at how desperate he sounded, end indulging in the sweltering heat resting on his cheeks and shoulders

“Mm~?” you began, smirking at his red face, tracing an index finger down his prominent V line, ever so close to where he was begging to be touched. The rubbing on his nipple only offered so much..

“Are you sure?”

His hips twitched in wanting desire,

“Yes.. yes please”

He buried his face into the crook of your neck in embarrassment.

He didn’t usually get so worked up so quickly! Damn this romantic setting!

He gasped against your skin as your hand finally gripped the base of his still hardening cock.

“My my..”

“G-guuuh!”

His legs instinctively threw themselves open wide as your hand began slowly pumping his length, oil infused water offering a different type of slickness, purposely avoiding his tip which no doubt was leaking and defusing into the water.

“Someone is excited.” It was astounding how worked up he already was, but your boy had always been the sensitive to touch type, that, and a helpless romantic. 

The dimmed lights and the burning candles no doubt being one of the causes of this.

Not that you minded. It was always a pleasure hearing your very vocal boyfriend moan like a slut into your ear.

Though you were giving as a lover, it was hard to control that..more sinister side of you when it came to these moments. While all you wanted to do was give him whatever he desired, the noises he would make when begging for more attention than what we was getting always made you more hot and bothered than what you should be.

He had such an effect on you, just as you did him.

Plus, you were always a fan of taking things slow when he wanted to speed things up. Sometimes he’d get his way, but tonight? Only time could tell, but for now you’d take your sweet time.

You knew it drove him into a state of lustful madness, and with the newfound determination sparkling in your (E/C) eyes as you stared down his heaving body, you knew you wouldn't have it any other way.

His mouth fell wide open, hot puffs of breath leaving him as his head threw itself back onto your shoulder with each languid stroke.

You couldnt help but leave wet kisses on his sensitive neck, nipping and licking your way down to his sweet spot.

“(Y-Y/N)..!” He squeaked between his stream of whines the moment you latched on, body momentarily arching back against yours.

The vibrations against his sweaty skin as you moaned against it sent shivers down his spine.

A particular rough nip to the abused flesh, paired with your strokes speeding up for a second, had him choking on a moan, knees shaking.

The sound of water sloshing around your hand and the sweet moans and whimpers leaving your precious boyfriend completely overpowered the soft music playing in the background.

Who cares, anyway? The sounds this man makes is infinitely better.

Especially when you..

“Wah?!” He cried out as your hand left his erect dick completely, instead moving down to fondle his neglected balls.

Kissing your way back up his neck, you could clearly see the tears collecting in his eyes as his hips thrusted wantonly in the water. While he did enjoy a good massage at his tightening balls, he’d prefer the attention elsewhere tonight..

“Y-you’re such a tease!” He sputtered, voice raising an octave as he moved his own hand to try and grab himself.

You clicked your tongue at this, both hands completely leaving his body to grab his arms. “N-no, please” He begged, already knowing what was to come.

How unfair! 

He could fight against it, easily win, but he honestly didn’t want to.

Izuku Midoriya loved this, as much as he acted like he didn’t. He enjoyed having no control, being teased until tears were streaming down his burning cheeks and his cock was aching for release.

Reaching behind you, holding wiggling wrists in one hand above your heads, you grabbed a pair of soft handcuffs you always kept nearby.

“You should know better by now, Deku,” he shuttered, heart skipping a beat as your alluring voice drawled out his hero name, “you don’t get to touch yourself unless I give you permission to do so.”

Snapping each cuff onto his wrists, double checking to make sure they weren’t uncomfortably tight, you attached the middle of the cuffs to a snap hook attached to the wall. How great they were for keeping your lovers arms up, and so easy to move around, too!

It was impossible to not kiss those strong arms as you started jerking him off again, this time even slower but with a tighter grip.

He struggled against the restraints for no reason other than his body wanting to lurch forward with each twist up and down his throbbing shaft.

It was almost too lewd.

The bathroom was all dolled up to be romantic and cute, but yet here he was, wiggling against his girlfriend as the moans and whines he let out bounced off the walls in embarrassing echoes. 

But he didn’t care.

“Fah-faster!” You were going far too slow for his immediate liking, all he wanted was to explode as soon as possible but he knew that wouldnt happen. You loved taking your sweet time.

There was always a debate in his mind of if he should give in, beg you for more just so he could finally be pampered the way he wanted. To be pampered or to be teased? Such a hard question to answer half the time. He wanted both!!

But it was a game to you, it always was.

And it’s embarrassing to admit just how much that turned him on.

Always left questioning as to when you’ll give him what he wanted. Straight away was nice, but being given that pleasure unannounced was even sweeter.

In battle, he could predict his opponents moves half the time using logic, but with you? You were an enigma. 

Deciding to give in, just a little, your thumb pressed harshly down on that throbbing vein on the underside of his flushed cock, all the way up and under his tip to brush against the oozing slit.

He moaned loudly, hips thrusting upon finally getting his touched where he so craved the most - only for it to be stripped away.

Frustration built up in his system as you went back to slowly pumping him

“Now, now~ That’s not how you get what you want, honey.” That sugary sweet voice you always seemed to use when reprimanding him made the boy shiver once more - especially at the implications.

Fuck it.

He wanted more, and he’d do just about anything to get it.

“Please!” He wailed, knees shaking as the first tear fell from his eye and down his cheek, “Please.. Please touch me more!” A sob wracked his body as the dam controlling his almost nonexistent patience broke. “I want it so, so bad princess.. I love you, I love you.!”

You hummed, taking his begging into consideration. To give in, or to not? It was always a hard choice to make, honestly.

But, alas, it was valentines day, wasn’t it?

The day of love.

How could you say no to your baby when he was begging for it? Begging for you?

The tears streaming down his red cheeks hit your neck, and it was then you decided he’d get his way. 

Just for tonight.

With your hand that was previously massaging his left thigh, your gripped his chin, turning it towards you so that you may kiss him deeply.

He eagerly returned it, opening his mouth to take in your tongue once more.

He jolted when your hand finally went faster, head flinging back as a slutty, guttural moan tore from him.

“Ahh! Ha-ah!”

You couldnt help but smile as he got louder and louder with each jerk at his cock.

Always such a loud, sensitive boy - another reason to love him. It always felt good to know you were the reason behind his sultry moans.

His face was always breathtaking in these moments, twisting with pleasure.

His jaw hung wide open, a thin trail of drool escaping from the corner as he did nothing to muffle his spine-tingling moans. Just the way you liked it. 

He was sweaty from a mixture of the hot room and the heat building up inside his body, a coil no doubt beginning to curl below his stomach. Curly green bangs were plastered to his forehead, cheeks somehow getting darker and darker with every movement you provided. 

“Nn.. nngn.! Hah! HaaAAh..” 

He could be a pornstar if he so desired with how vocal he was.

It was hard to ignore the need to rub yourself against something as well, desire swirling in your gut, clit throbbing.

Tonight, though, was all about him. Your sweet hero.

Affection sparkled in your (E/C) eyes as you took a moment to press a sweet kiss to his sweaty forehead.

He whined at the innocence of it.

It was easy to tell he was getting surprisingly close to reaching his climax already thanks to the stress of day to day hero work giving little too no time to seek his own pleasure.

What better way to spend his valentines evening?

His legs began shaking, their original stretched opening position coming to a slow, quivering close as his hips began to thrust into your hand.

“(Y-Y/N) I-I-”

He babbled nearly incoherently, each syllable lost by the moans erupting from him.

Regardless, those closing legs were making it increasingly hard to move fluidly up and down his shaft, especially with how gloriously thick there are.

You lifted your legs, which were to the side of his own, from the water, coming up just to move in and out over his legs to press your own thighs flushed against his to keep them wide open. It was an awkward position, but one that worked well enough to help you accomplish your task.

His toned back fully arched against your chest, hips thrusting violently and causing the high levels over water to almost pour over the tubs edge.

A hiss seeped through a suddenly clenched jaw, leaking tip breaking the surface, meeting the colder air with each thrust.

It gave you the perfect opportunity to use your other hand to rub at the angry red head.

Izuku sounded like a bitch in heat, moans so loud you briefly feared the neighbors just might be able to hear him thanks to the loud, echo-y room.

“B-bout t- to-! ha~!”

The skin around his squeezed shut eyes seemed to crinkle more and more with each passing second, face screwing up the closer he got, arms pulling harshly at his restraints.

He was oh so painfully hard, cock practically burning, stomach so tight and balls feeling so full that he felt as if he was going to quite literally explode.

“Iloveyou! I lov- Gahnn ! MHH! Love you! I love y- ahh! You!!” his mind felt numb, your skilled hands working wonders on his pent up body.

“M-m- Mor-e!!” He barely managed to slur, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as his lungs crashed against his chest.

You obliged with a smile, knowing all too well what that scrunching up face meant.

So close

So close..

So sososos close..

So good

Good goodgood

moremore

-!!

His breath hitched, stealing all the air from his hammering chest, body tensing and hips stilling.

A soul wrecking moan tore through his no doubt raw throat, tears spilling down his cheeks as he finally came. A copious amount of hot, thick cum spurted from the tip of his cock that breached the water, splattering on his face, bruised neck, and even on yourself thanks to the angle.

You stared in wonder down at him as he heaved, desperately trying to catch his stuttering breath as he came down from a major high.

“Such a good boy, Izuku~” You purred into his ear, uncuffing him and lighting massaging his strained arms again.

He huffed, pouting as he cracked his watery eyes open, “You tease me too much..”

“Maybe so..”

Blindly reaching beside you, you grabbed a cloth, dipping it in the bath water and wiping both you and Izuku down as he whispered an apology under his breath.

You swept some of his green locks to the side, combing your fingers through the damp, tangled mess.

“But you like it.”

He rolled his eyes at that, smiling, knowing it was the truth but being too shy to actually openly admit it.

“Oh.. is that wine?” Izuku pointed to the two glasses to your side, dripping with condensation.

“Are you just now noticing them? I thought you were more observant than that, Izu~” You couldnt help but giggle at his embarrassed face.

“I! I was too distracted-!” Came his whiny protest, eyes scrunching up again and lips pressing into a straight line.

“Ah, yes. Too distracted by my hand moving up and down your-”

His wet hand came out of the water to shove your face away as you laughed more. 

You suddenly stopped, much to Izukus surprise, and grabbed his hand, pressing a kiss to the scarred knuckles.

He opened his eyes, taking in the sincere smile on your face and returning it with one of his own.

“I love you, Izuku Midoriya.”

His heart swelled, smile growing larger, “I love you too, (Y/N) (L/N). Happy Valentines day.”

The night ended with two empty wine glasses and two lovers cuddling on a bed.

Happy (Late) Valentines!

[edxwin-elric]

Rooftop Kiss

Rating: T

Pairing: Todomomo/Todoroki x Yaoyorozu

Disclaimer: I don’t own My Hero Academia.

Word Count: 3k

Title: Rooftop Kiss

Description: Oneshot, fluff

Similar to the school festival, Class 1-A is in charge of hosting a school dance to allow students to destress and have some fun. However, Todoroki is dealing with unwanted input from Endeavor, and Yaoyorozu just can’t understand the logic behind having a dance right now. Both escape the planning to get some air and find each other alone on the roof, needing someone to talk to.

A/N: This is my piece for the  @todomomo-mini-bang-2020​ with Marls_Bars!!

 ffn || ao3

Art by Marls_Bars on Instagram

Shouto

I can’t believe the school is having us organize another recreational function. I mean, the school festival was fun, and I definitely think it brought everyone’s spirits up, but after everything we’ve been through this year? Shouldn’t we be focused more on training our quirks and doing more to dismantle the League of Villains?

“What do you think, Todoroki?”

“Hm?”

I turn toward the voice only to find Sero and Kaminari  holding up a hand painted rocket ship the size of a person.

“I thought the girls wanted a starry night theme.” I frown.

“They do,” Kaminari pipes up instantly. “But rocket ships fly through the stars, so I thought this would be a good idea.”

“Maybe you should run it by Hagakure first–”

My phone starts vibrating in my pocket, and I feel cold run down my spine.

“Hold on,” I mutter. “I have to take this.”

If I don’t answer it, he’ll only keep calling, and since I’d rather him not have called this time, that sounds like a nightmare.

“What do you want?” I ask into the phone, my voice sounding much cooler and controlled than I feel.

“Now, that’s no way to answer your phone.” His non-answer is filled with that threatening edge buried under false politeness. “I am your father, after all.”

“I’m actually in the middle of an important assignment, so if you just called to criticize my phone etiquette–”

He laughs over me, and my stomach twists. Why does everything have to be such a hassle with him?

“Of course not, Shouto, it was just a thought. I called because I want to go over your training schedule. I know your professors have their ideas, but I just can’t seem to let it go without reviewing their plans for you.”

“You mean without comparing and dismantling their plans?”

A bead of sweat drips down my left temple, and I swipe at it with my free hand. I’m frustrated enough as it is with this whole “school dance” thing we’re working on. I hardly need my dad stepping in to screw with my school work on top of it.

“You want to displace me as the number one hero, don’t you?” he asks, his voice darkening. “You want to be the top? If that’s the case, you’d be better off learning from me than from teachers who are required to train all of the future heroes. They don’t have your drive and goals and ambition in mind. Only your quirk.”

My hand balls into a fist and frost begins coating the outside of my jacket.

“I’ve already told you how I feel about your plan,” I remind him. “As much as I think I can learn from you, I also think my teachers have a lot of good insight. I’m going to continue following the curriculum laid out for me here for now.”

“Shouto.” The edge is sharper now.

“Please, don’t call me about this again. Goodbye, Dad.”

I end the call before he can lay into me again, barely resisting the urge to throw the device against a wall. I feel jittery and hot all over and like I need to freeze something or burn something. It’s so intense I think I might explode if I don’t—

“Todoroki, can you help us light some candles?” Uraraka calls from across the large room. “We want to see what they look like in these frosted jars.”

Releasing a slow breath, I feel control return to my body.

“Yeah, sure.” I start across the room toward the group of girls gathered around flowers and candles.

Maybe if I focus on the dance, I won’t have to think about Endeavor. At this point, anything is a welcome distraction.

Momo

After pulling on a large, comfy sleep shirt and some shorts, I hang my wet towel on a hook on my wall before sitting down on the edge of my bed where I begin brushing out my wet hair. I didn’t realize how helpful a hot shower could be on a day like this, but with all the party planning and decorations and the girls with their boy talk, I was feeling a little frazzled.

Just as I’m setting down my hairbrush, my phone dings with a text.

Ochako: Come to the lobby. The girls are having ice cream before curfew.

I start to text back a “sure thing, I’ll be right down” when I pause. If the girls are all together, it’s guaranteed the dance will come up as a topic of conversation, which means potential dates will follow it. The only girl with a date already is Jirou, who is going with Kaminari. (Of course, she hasn’t exactly said it, but I’m pretty sure she was the one who asked him.)

And it isn’t that I don’t want a date or that I mind hearing them talk about the boys. It’s just…there’s so much pressure to have feelings for someone and we’re in high school, and also there are other things I think we should be worrying about like our classes or our quirk training or the growing number of villains who would like to see us bloody and broken and are probably planning a new way to infiltrate the school while we’re deciding what flavor of cupcakes we should serve with the strawberry punch!

Boys just don’t seem all that important right now.

On the other hand, if I don’t go down for ice cream…they’ll probably just come up here. And talk about them then.

I sigh and send my original text back to Uraraka before grabbing a kimono and sliding into my slippers.

When I reach the lobby, Ashido is quick to scoot over on the couch to make room for me while Tsu hands me a bowl with two flavors of ice cream and a spoon.

“We have to remember to thank Todoroki,” Uraraka says as she adds a fresh scoop to her bowl.

“Why?” I glance between them.

“Oh, he froze the table so the ice cream wouldn’t melt,” Hagakure pipes up. “Then he went upstairs.”

“Has he asked anyone to the dance yet?”

I swallow my ice cream and fight the urge to groan.

“I don’t think so,” Ashido says conspiratorially. “Personally, I’d like Eijirou to ask me, though.”

“Aw! You two would be so cute together!” Uraraka squeals.

“Well, if his hair didn’t clash with your skin,” Jirou murmurs. “But that’s barely noticeable,” she says quickly.

“I like his hair,” Ashido sighs. “He looks so cool, and he has such a good heart too. He’ll be an amazing hero.”

“Do you have someone you’d like to go with, Tsu?” Hagakure angles her body toward our green-haired friend, and she looks down at her large hands.

“I have an idea,” she says, shrugging, “but he probably won’t ask me.”

“You can always ask him,” Ashido grins. “Right, Jirou?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Who is it?” Uraraka asks Tsu softly. “If you don’t mind saying.”

“Yeah,” I join in. “Maybe we can come up with a plan.”

I mean, even though boys are not at the forefront of my brain, I do like seeing people happy.

“I’d rather not discuss it really.”

“Oh, well that’s okay.”

No one pushes it, and it goes quiet for a minute before I notice Uraraka sneaking peaks at her phone and blushing.

“Is everything all right, Ochako?”

“What?” she gasps, her phone falling between her hip and the arm of the sofa. “I mean, yes. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Well, that’s not suspicious.

“Who are you texting?” Ashido asks innocently.

“Nobody,” she blurts. “I mean, not nobody, but no one…important.”

“Oh my God, is it a boy?” Hagakure bounces on her seat. “Which one?”

“Who is it? Tell us!” Mina leans in.

“Fine, it’s…” Her face goes up in flames as she averts her eyes from everyone else’s, “Bakugou.”

Everyone stares at her for a second.

“Um…why?” I frown, breaking the silence. “What does he want?”

“I think…he’s my date?”

“What!” Ashido screeches, reaching for the dropped phone. “Let me see!”

“Bakugou on a date?” Jirou cocks an eyebrow. “That…can’t be right.”

“I don’t know!” Uraraka moans. “He’s being all cryptic, and… I could be reading this all wrong. Forget I said anything. The dance isn’t for another week anyway, and we should go to bed. We have class and more preparation stuff tomorrow.”

“She’s right,” I announce, standing up. “There’s plenty of other things we should be thinking about that aren’t boys.”

“But boys are so cute,” Ashido whines.

“They’ll still be cute tomorrow, Mina. Besides, it’s almost curfew anyway.”

“I guess you’re right.”

We take a few minutes to split up the ice cream for our individual freezers and then head to our rooms for the night. I’m relieved no one asked me if I had a date in mind. I have no idea what I would say. I think it would be fun if we all went together as a group. Then we could have fun with boys or just with each other.

I sigh as I climb under my sheets, resigning myself to sleep. These are things I can worry about tomorrow.

Shouto

“Todoroki? Todoroki!”

“Hm? What?” I blink and turn to the girls who are staring at me in between sharing looks with each other. “Sorry, what was that?”

I try not to yawn around my words. I got next to zero sleep last night because my father wouldn’t stop messaging me about his plans for my quirk training and pro career and…a few other things I really could’ve done without ever knowing about, much less reading in a text at 3am.

“Are you okay?” Ashido asks, giving me a reproachful look. “You seem a little out of it.”

“I’m fine,” I snap, immediately regretting it. “I mean, I’m just tired,” I mumble. “What did you need?”

“We were wondering if you could help us out with the refreshments for the dance. Since your frozen table worked so well for our ice cream party last night, we thought it would be a good idea to have fruit and drinks and maybe ice cream sandwiches on frozen platters or something like that.”

“Yeah,” I answer, my voice coming out as exhausted as I feel. “That sounds fine.”

“Do I need to coordinate with someone specific for that?”

“Oh, well, Yaoyorozu is in charge of the drinks and snacks,” Uraraka chimes in. “But…I’m not sure where she is right this minute.” She glances around, frowning. “Did any of you guys see where she went?”

“I asked if she had a date in mind,” Hagakure says softly. “She got all flustered and said she had to get some air. I really wasn’t sure how to take that.”

“Well, she’ll probably be back in a little bit.” Tsu turns to me. “You can just find her later.”

“Okay. Cool.” I nod and start to walk off, though I have no destination in mind.

My phone vibrates again, and I feel my hands ball into fists. It continues vibrating, and I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to answer just to hang up on him. That or melt my phone in my hand.

“You okay, Todoroki?” Midoriya steps into my red-tinted line of vision.

“I just…need a minute,” I bite out before turning and walking swiftly to the door and down the hall to the stairs.

Students aren’t really supposed to go up on the roof, but at this point, I need the quiet and the peacefulness enough to risk punishment. Taking the steps two at a time, I throw the rooftop door open with more force than is necessary, causing it to bang into the wall.

I pause when I hear a gasp, and look up to see I’m not alone. Yaoyorozu is standing near the edge of the roof, turned back toward the door with a look of surprise on her face.

“Shit,” I hiss under my breath.

“Todoroki,” she stammers, her hand coming up to her neck. “You scared me.”

“Sorry.” I shift my weight awkwardly. I mean, do I stay? I was trying to be alone. “I didn’t realize anyone else would be up here,” I continue.

“Me neither,” she sighs wistfully and turns her back to me, looking out over the campus.

“Is, um, everything okay?” I move closer to her, the door clicking shut behind me. “Hagakure said you were upset…because of a boy?”

Her face goes red, and I regret my words instantly.

“No,” she shakes her head. “I mean, she asked about my date, but I don’t have one, and I don’t really want one. I just…” She sighs and turns to face me. “I feel like this whole dance is just so risky. Like, I understood why the school festival was important—to raise everyone’s spirits and show the world we weren’t caving under pressure, but this is just…”

“A waste of time?”

“Exactly!” Her eyes widen. “I mean, shouldn’t we be focusing on training our quirks and studying, and getting as much hands-on experience under the supervision of the current pros as we can before we’re thrust out into a world full of villains who already have it out for us based solely on the fact we were students at UA?”

“Not to mention who our parents are,” I mutter.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just agree with you, that’s all.”

“It makes me so anxious,” she goes on softer, her hands coming up to rub her arms. “I haven’t been sleeping well, and if I think about it for too long I start to feel lightheaded and breathless… I thought I was going to start crying, actually, when Hagakure was talking to me earlier. That’s why I came up here.”

I swallow, and I reach up to rub the back of my neck.

“Have you, um, talked to Recovery Girl about any of this?”

She nods and takes a deep breath.

“She said it’s normal to experience anxiety after all the trauma we’ve been through. She mentioned medication and went over some breathing exercises and coping statements with me. I just wish… I wish everything would calm down.”

“I wish my father would calm down.”

“What?” She blinks and looks over at me.

“It’s not… My father has been harassing me about my quirk training,” I confess.

“He…probably just wants you to do well.”

I give her a small grin, and shake my head. “You’re too nice, you know that?”

“Well, what is it then?”

“My father…Endeavor,” I say acidly, “has my entire life planned out for me.” Down to the kind of quirk I should look for in a wife. As if I would ever do what he did. “No matter what I say to him, he’s convinced he’s going to take over my training and disregard anything he disagrees with that I’m learning at UA.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she whispers. “He’s really going to do that?”

“No,” I answer harshly, a fist forming at my side. “I refuse to be his puppet.” I sigh, and look at her directly. “I came to UA to learn how to use my quirk most effectively to be the best hero I can be, not just to show how powerful I am. I’m not like him.”

She nods, and I flinch when her hand touches my wrist.

“I know you’re not, Shouto,” she murmurs. “You have a kind heart.”

My fingers uncurl as hers slide down my palm, moving into the spaces between them. When I look down, her hand closes over mine, and I return the gesture without thinking.

“It’s getting dark,” she says softly. “The sun is almost down.”

“I hadn’t really noticed,” I murmur, my eyes still locked on our joined hands.

“We should probably go back in.”

She faces me, and my eyes jump up to hers. My stomach flips, and I feel pink heat my cheeks. Momo is really pretty. I noticed that the first time I saw her, I just…

“What is it?” she asks suddenly, pulling her hand out of mine. “Is there something on my face?” She reaches up to check, and I backtrack in a hurry.

“What? No,” I shake my head. “I, um, just, well…you said you didn’t want a date to the dance, and I wasn’t really planning on asking anyone either, so…what if we went together?”

“You…you’re asking me to the dance?” she echoes.

“Yes. If you want. Just…so you can tell the girls you have a date.”

“Oh, so…just as friends then?”

My stomach sinks with disappointment, and I shake my head again.

“Well, no, um…I mean, you don’t have to go with me if you don’t want to, of course. I just–”

“I would love to go with you,” she interrupts softly. “In fact, I have the perfect dress.”

“Oh, okay.” I start to turn away because my face is hot, and my hands are sweating, and…I feel like I’m using my fire quirk, except I’m not.

“It’s a date.”

I jerk when her lips brush my cheek, turning to watch her go as she starts past me. My hand shoots out automatically, grabbing hers and pulling her back to me.

“Todoroki? What are you?”

“Forgive me,” I murmur, my eyes fixed on her lips.

“What? Why–”

And then I’m kissing her.

Momo

I’m dreaming.

Because if I were actually and truly awake on a rooftop kissing Todoroki Shouto, my heart would stop beating, and I’d drop dead on the spot.

The kiss ends for a split second only for him to tilt his head a little and lean in again. This one is even better than before.

Wow, he tastes good. And his lips are soft. And…and…

This can’t be happening!

I push at his chest a little, and he instantly backs away.

“I’m sorry,” he rephrases his apology. “I just…needed to do that.”

I blink at him, one of my hands coming up to my lips, gently feeling them to make sure they’re real.

That I’m real.

That…this is all real and really happening.

“Yaoyorozu, are you okay?”

“That was beautiful,” I whisper.

Oh no. Am I going to cry? What is wrong with me!

“Well, um, good…” He nods, and shifts his weight, his hand fisting and unfisting at his sides. “We should probably–”

Suddenly, noise from the stairs catch our attention. Voices.

“They’re looking for us,” I murmur.

“We have to go,” he says, grabbing my hand. “If Bakugou catches us, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Or any of the girls,” I add.

“You have a point,” he says, pulling the door open. “What if instead of going to the dance, we bail and hide out in the dorm?”

“I…have to work the refreshments table,” I choke out at that unexpected proposal.

“Oh, well, I think I have to help you with that, so that works too, I guess.”

“I feel much calmer now,” I admit as we rush down the stairs. “Talking to you really helped.”

“It helped me too,” he mutters, his hand gently brushing the back of my waist. “And now I’m actually looking forward to this thing.”

“Yeah.” I grin. “Just don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“Your secret is safe with me.”

We hit the entrance to the great room, and we both go our separate ways.

But when I reach the other girls, my lips are still tingling. I just hope they can’t tell.

[imaginesbymk]

PINK + WHITE.

—PROLOGUE

summary: teresa’s permanent resignation from the peaky blinders leads her to a whole new chapter of working in an art museum. but little did she know her best life would be butchered some time later when her former lover tommy shelby gives her no choice but to return to the peaky blinders after they make new enemies, with the leader, of all people, being the man teresa fell in love with one night after a wedding reception back in post world war; luca changretta.

pairing: luca changretta x OC x tommy shelby

tags in this chapter: swearing, spoilers & mentions of death and violence

[ chapter index // meet my oc // wattpad link ]

1926.

THE PENARTH ART GALLERY was making progress one fine Saturday afternoon. Despite the condition, more of the state everyone was in post world war, all minds were at ease as their fine interest in paintings and sculptures and its fine history were all set spotless in the exhibition. Opening day invited many guests, and guests invited their guests.

Champagne was given out to the adults as refreshments, upon Teresa Griffith's request, that each glass would fill to the the rim, all matching measurements. Many countless chatter made it difficult for her to think, but it was solid and keen feeling knowing the empty spaces of marble floors and shining stone walls were no longer vacant. It was a full house.

"Where do you want these?" an employee asks Teresa.

She eyed the basket of pamphlets the employee carried and tilts her head to think, pursing her lips. "Try the side, I'd like it near the champagne!"

"Yes, Miss Griffith." And off they went.

No one approached her afterwards. Teresa watched before turning her attention to the crowd that drew around her, where she began tapping the microphone placed at the centre of the foyer.

"Thank you!" Teresa spoke as the applause died down. "After months and months, we finally brought our ambition to life. I couldn't have made this happen if it weren't for my team and for the fundraisers we've held to make this all happen. Now this is our chance to come in and see brilliant art before our own eyes. And I was once a wee girl who loved Monet, who loved Van Gogh, who wished be confident like marble statues . . . and now I think it's safe to say I've held a new perspective—"

Teresa had to make eye contact with the crowd, and yet, one stood out all the way from the back where the pillar held up the giant building. And of course, the young man dressed in a sharp suit. It's been years, and it took one Peaky Blinder to come a long way from Small Heath just to see one woman do just fine without a life of crime and violence.

But all Teresa could feel was her stomach dropping as she never took her eyes off of Michael Gray. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the our grand re-opening of the Penarth exhibition of the Art Deco."

Applause, whistles and cheers erupted while Teresa got out of the spotlight. There was no hint of a welcome in Michael’s body language. He was changed man, seemed much more confident than the first time Polly Gray welcomed him to the family and even placed a spot as a member of the Blinders, he looked to be more eager to speak to Teresa, and it wasn’t to say congratulations.

"Why?" was what she spat out at the young man.

"Just came here to support you, Teresa.”

"Bullshit you came here to support me. Why the fuck are you here? You never showed a passion for art, just cocaine and accounting. I know, people never shut the hell up about you lot.”

“Teresa,” Michael reached out his hand, but lowered it when he thought it wasn’t a good idea to touch her. “You should know why I’m here. It’s not in black and white.”

The guests all walked different directions, some exchanging puzzled looks when they noticed Polly Gray’s son was there, and grew worried.

"Michael, these people know who you are. Please, for Christ sake, just go.”

“I have to tell you something and I need you to give me five minutes of your time.”

“And I’m giving you five minutes to leave my fucking museum.” Teresa grits through her teeth while she smiles and waves to the passing guests.

“Do you not want to know what the fuck happened?”

“No, because what happens to you guys doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

“Five minutes,” Michael says.

“You’re gonna drive my guests away because they’re gonna think something's gonna happen here. This is my day!” Teresa jabbed a finger pointed at her chest. “This is the peak of my career, and I'm not gonna let a Peaky fucking Blinder ruin this for me!”

“Ms. Griffith?” the only man from the team who held superiority over Teresa approached the two with caution. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes,” she breathed out. “I just finished speaking to Mr. Gray here, who happens to be leaving.” She glares at him.

The man nodded and went on his way to the renaissance department.

Michael frowns when Teresa walked away to the pamphlet basket. “I’m not leaving.”

Teresa hands him a pamphlet. “Down there are the marble statues!”

“And I’m armed so good luck to the security trying to escort a Blinder off Griffith property.”

Teresa groans and folds her arms. “All right. Fine. Talk.”

Michael Gray gripped the folds of the pamphlet as he prepared to drop a bomb of breaking news on her, but he didn’t hesitate. “John is dead.”

John Shelby. There wasn’t a time when Teresa wouldn’t laugh at John’s stubbornness or how street smart he was born to act like. When he arranged-married Esme she remembered his smirk when he peeked what she looked like. Esme. Poor Esme, she couldn’t imagine how Esme is coping right now.

"John was a good man. May God rest his soul." Teresa stood still, reading Michael’s face. “But I’m sure John told me to fuck off when I resigned. So why did you come a long way here to tell me this?”

“We need you, Teresa.” Michael said. “And that means you’re going to have to postpone your exhibition dates for now, because you’re gonna come back to Birmingham.”

She scoffs. “Put the Penarth gallery on pause just for you guys? Now you really need to leave.”

“None of this works without you. You’ve been a decoy before, you once said it yourself. It’s your beauty that blinds the eye.”

“Whoever killed John should be at the gallows, but you don’t need me to see it. I’m done. I swore to never return to the Peaky Blinders. I nearly lost my mind over everything we fought for. And I hate looking over my shoulder all the time so I had no choice but to leave, and I’m so happy I did. Otherwise I would of ended up like John. Who even killed John, anyway?”

“This is different. This is serious—I’m serious. It was the New York fucking mafia that killed our John. We all got sent a black hand letter at our post, they know where we all live, so I felt like I needed to check up on you to see if you were still breathing!”

This sent an icy shock to Teresa’s body. A dilemma she was now being placed in between. Not because of a threatening letter, but who they were now dealing with. She was definitely not coming back.

“I check my post every day, never received one,” she spoke softly. “Who signed the black hand letters?”

Her face falls when Michael shapes his lips to form the name she had never forgotten about, the name she loved to say when she felt his lips latch onto her skin. “Luca Changretta.”

[literature-islit]

Donna Tartt - The Secret History (1992)

Sometimes, I think the happiest times of my life were the two months I spent living without a TV or wifi in a small country town. 

gather round children... 

My housemate had just moved out, and I was going to move out two months later, and the internet was in his name, and I couldn't really be bothered going through the hassle of making my own internet account, etc, so I just figured I’d make do. And it’s funny, like, at first it was at times a little boring and a little scary. Sometimes, I just wanted a comforting noise to have on in the evenings when the sun was down and things were quiet. 

So, I lived old school.

fun for the whole family

I listened to the radio... I read magazines... I played mp3s from my iTunes... and sometimes I just stared at the ceiling in silence. And, you know what? It actually was incredibly peaceful. I did all the stuff I had to use wifi for at work, and once I got home I dedicated myself to just... emptying my mind and chilling out. 

GPOY

I was obviously frothing to get back to 21st century life but even still now, the world of instantaneous communication at my fingertips, and zoom chats to attend and so on - I think back about my life without these technologies and I feel a little nostalgic. Because, don’t you think, sometimes the pressure of always being on and available gets a little much?

You know. Zoom chats are awkward, because u can’t read body language so you’re either talking over each other or trying to judge if the gap is long enough to speak. And, with the option of sending an interstate friend a text or FB message, it feels like there’s too much pressure to... I don't know. Stay engaged in a conversation. Whereas, sometimes I just wonder if I’d have a better quality of discussion if I reverted to writing letters?

I am, once again, in danger of going full Luddite.

There’s something I like to do, when I want to delve deeper into my nostalgia for the past and step deeply inside an all-encompassing retro reverie. When I want to feel the textures of telephone conversations and notes hastily scrawled and dropped in pigeon holes. A time when study meant libraries, and old books and handwriting (not jstor), when you had to walk hungover to get food (no UberEats), when you could go to your college dining hall and enjoy a cigarette with your black coffee (ok, just joking about that one)...

In other words, I step into the world in between the covers of Donna Tartt’s The Secret History.

Donna Tartt is so cool. She went to Bennington College with my (extremely problematic) fav writer Bret Easton Ellis, and while he scrawled his Valium-drenched numbed-out hip-lit Less Than Zero, she was passing him chapter after chapter of the novel that would eventually (she takes her time writing - as you should - can’t rush perfection) become her first bestseller. 

the epitome of cool

Anyway, the story goes something like this: Californian outsider from blue collar family attends arts school in wintry Vermont and becomes intrigued by a group of outsiders who spend their school days studying Ancient Greek with an impressive, passionate teacher with sparkling blue eyes. Eventually, they invite him to the periphery of their clique. As he slowly gets to know them, he becomes aware of a secret - they spend odd hours of the night whispering in secret, there are unexplained tensions and injuries and stains on the sheets...

Also, from the novel’s opening, you are aware that one member of the group will soon die. 

anyone who’s read the book - would this celeb couple not be perfect to play the role of the twins if they were (which they should) to make some kind of netflix miniseries of the novel?

Suspense and intrigue ensues. There is the most vivid depiction of a cold winter I’ve ever read in a book, which had me shivering and clutching at my doona even at the peak of summer. As someone who has lived at a college, the richly textured depiction of college life sent me immediately back to the oak fittings and heavy, stuck windows of my first year dorm room. THIS IS A BOOK TO SAVOUR. 

you also might learn a little something about the ancient greeks. 

Anyway i read this Good Reads review of it where the reader was criticising the story because the characters were “pretentious” and it felt all like some kind of humble-brag about how “alternative” a group of friends might be and etc, and while I respect the review author’s POV i have to say I disagree totally. You know, most American novels about college-aged students tend to focus around the high-jinks and shenanigans they get up to, that is to say - they focus around the popular groups

ok, not quite college, but you know what I mean

And so i found it really refreshing that the main characters in The Secret History were certainly not cool (not cool in the sense of going to college parties to drink and hook up kind of cool) (not cool in the Bret Easton Ellis Less Than Zero way, which reads as if it were set in the same universe as this novel (probably kind of is) but about the ‘cool’ kids and makes for interesting parallel comparison); Tartt’s characters are extremely eccentric and, like, flawed in their own personal ways - but somehow painted with such a vivid brush that you could really imagine their appearances, idiosyncrasies, and etc...

Okay, okay, maybe it is slightly elitist. But a guilty pleasure kind of elitist for me! Step back into the roaring late 80s to 90s era, when college kids got the traditional liberal education for free - and totally took it for granted! Without their phones tracking their every move, the crushing pressure to learn the latest tik tok dances and the distracting void of scrolling through memes - it was a recent history but one that has irrevocably past. Read this book to savour it! 

you don't know what you got til its gone...

[kimjongdaely]

The Art of Sin [Chapter 4] [M]

Gang!AU, Racer!AU, Tattoo Artist!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual situations, vandalism

Summary: He’s an artist. He does it all for the ‘art.’ Tattooing. Racing. Sex. All because he thinks they’re beautiful. There’s no one here that doesn’t know his name, because it’s everywhere. On every graffiti-filled wall, every tattooed skin, every cheer of the crowd. His name is there somewhere, because it’s all his—this world. And when he lays his eyes on you—well, he’s never seen anything more beautiful. And he’s going to make you his masterpiece.

Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3 [M]│Chapter 4 [M]│Chapter 5 [M]│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8 [M]

You blink, groaning at the light that streams in through the curtains. You roll over, snuggling deeper into the sheets, refusing to get up just yet.

You hear a soft chuckle, warm lips that brush your forehead. “Awake yet, princess?”

Your eyes snap open, for a moment being unable to recognize the voice. There’s a gentle smile on Chen’s face, a little amused as he watches the confusion, then realization flash in your eyes.

“I’m awake.” You mumble, feeling suddenly embarrassed, painfully aware of your nudity—and, well, his. There’s no reason to be embarrassed though, you remind yourself.

“I’m going to go shower.” He says, getting up and stretching. You avert your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat. You’re only able to hum a reply before he heads into the bathroom, the sound of water running seconds later.

You push yourself up, locating your discarded clothes and putting them back on. You try your hardest to comb through your messy hair, waiting for Chen to come out so you can use the bathroom next. You pause, staring at yourself in the mirror over the bedside table, seeing your disheveled appearance and the dark hickeys that litter your neck. Looking down the neck of your shirt, you find that your chest and stomach are equally covered in hickeys.

Oh god, this is so embarrassing. You hug yourself, shivering as you remember what happened. You don’t even know what happened. You were never the type to do one-night stands, never the type to sleep with a guy you literally just met.

And yet here you are. You’re not sure if the churning feeling in your stomach is regret. It’s hard to pinpoint what you’re feeling at the moment.

The shower stops. You feel your heart pound as you listen to soft shuffling through the bathroom door, and moments later Chen comes out with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, steam rolling out.

You quickly look away again, a conditioned reflex. He chuckles, ruffling the water out of his hair. “What’s wrong? You saw me last night, didn’t you?”

You feel so fucking warm right now, and you kind of want to jump out the window. “Y-Yeah...sorry, I don’t usually do this so I’m a little...shy? I guess?”

He laughs again, pushing the wet hair out of his face and holy shit how does someone look so good— “You sure weren’t shy when you were begging me to fu—”

“Okay! Yes!” You shoot up, yelling to cover his words, embarrassed and annoyed of his teasing. “You were quite the jerk yesterday, by the way.”

He saunters over, pulling your chin towards him, letting you see his shit-eating grin. “Sorry, you were so cute that it made me want to bully you.”

His warm breath fans over your cheek, and he smells amazing. Like vanilla and warm fires, a comforting scent that makes your body relax and tense at the same time.

You shiver at the warmth radiating off him, and you want to get closer, want him to hold you but you’re definitely not going to be that girl. Even if you did sleep with him.

He smirks, cocking his head teasingly at you before pulling away. He grabs his shirt from the floor, pulling it on. “By the way, where do you wanna go?”

“Go?” You repeat, confused. You try not to look at him as he wears his pants.

“For our date.” He answers, finally fully dressed. “You said you would go on one with me last night.”

You blink, puzzled. You have no recollection of such conversation whatsoever.

“Well, I’m not letting you back out now.” There are so many secrets hidden in his smile. Your mind blanks, unable to comprehend the situation you’re in.

“I don’t mind going on a date.” You start slowly, “But why me?”

He scoffs. “Are you really asking me that after last night?”

“My question still stands.”

He pushes the hair out of his eyes again, since they keep falling back down. He huffs, “It’s because I think you’re beautiful.”

You raise a brow at him. “Why thank you. But you’re pretty shallow, aren’t you?”

“I am.” He answers without any hesitation whatsoever. “I am very shallow, actually. So?”

You blink at him, letting his words seep in. You can’t help but burst out laughing at his bluntness. Well, at least he’s very honest. “Alright. Meet me at the aquarium at nine. You have my number, right?”

He cocks his head oddly at you. “Why? Can’t we just go together now?”

“No way. I’m going home first.” You tell him.

He still looks confused. “Why bother?”

You poke the gap between his brows like you would to a child, wagging her finger. “It’s a date, right? I can’t be going in these dirty clothes.”

“Dirty.” He laughs, earning a good smack on the head.

The aquarium is bustling with people. Not surprising, since it’s Saturday. You feel refreshed after a nice hot shower. You’re glad you chose the aquarium off the top of your head, because you’re sure you’d melt under the sun if you chose something outdoors.

Chen is ten minutes early, which is a surprise. You expected him to be late or something (he just seemed like the type of douchebag), but no. He looks good, hair swiped up and changed into a loose, flowery shirt that you’re pretty sure only he can pull off, and black leather pants. He looks like he actually made an effort, and that makes you smile.

“Hey,” he greets, a grin on his face as he sweeps your look. “You look nice.”

You flush, “Thanks.”

It feels weird to be on a date with him like this. Everything about this is weird, since you’ve completely switched up the steps. Shouldn’t people normally go on at least a few dates first before they sleep together?

You peak at him from under your lashes, watching him smile charmingly at the worker behind the counter of the ticket booth. You hardly know him at all, to be honest. Just his first name and occupation.

He gets the tickets, and you head towards the entrance of the aquarium, letting the cool air hit your face. Waiting in line was absolute torture in this crazy heat.

You love the coolness of the aquarium—not just in the sense of their great air-conditioning. You love the shades of blues you see everywhere, the calm atmosphere as you stare at the sea creatures swimming about. Everything here seems like it might stop time, and you can spend days just sitting here staring at the tanks.

If only there weren’t so many darn people today.

“They always start with shallow water before they go into the ocean, right?” Chen asks, glancing at the long line of people hogging the sides of the fish tanks. “I wanna see the sharks.”

You roll your eyes, smiling. “Of course you do.” Somehow you knew he would say that before he did. Like you know him better than you really do.

“Then let’s breeze through this section.” He says, grinning like a child would on a field day. Which, you suppose, is an accurate depiction of what’s happening. He grabs your hand, lacing your fingers. “Wouldn’t want to get separated.”

It feels odd holding his hand like this, but not unpleasant. Though you’ve slept with him, this is the first time you felt anything that remotely resembles being a couple.

You shake that thought away. You’re on your first date. He might not even want to pursue anything after this. You shouldn’t get your hopes up or dream up silly things.

You grab some snacks as a quick lunch before you go further.

Like he said, you scanned the tanks near the beginning—they didn’t seem all that interesting and you sure as hell didn’t have the patience to wait for all the people to get their fill before moving on.

You head through the tunnel, seeing the sharks and other colorful fish swimming up ahead, a scuba-diver waving at the guests as he feeds them. As you near the Open Ocean exhibit, the lights get dimmer to resemble the real habitat, and somehow it seems less people loiter around here.

You and Chen sit down in front of the giant tank, just watching the fishes. This is calm and quiet and you sometimes wish you could bring a book and just sit here until they close.

But that would be a boring date, so you offer to leave.

“It’s okay.” He answers, staring at the fish. “I wanna stay in the air-condition for a little longer.”

His answer surprises you a little, but it makes you happy. Like he feels the same way.

How wonderful would that be?

After dinner, Chen sends you home like a gentleman. The whole day has been surprisingly chill; uneventful, even. It’s just a date like any other, and though you had a lot of fun and really enjoyed his sarcasm and wit (as well as countless fish jokes), you can’t help the strange nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You were also pretty skeptical about letting him send you home. Sure, you slept with him and went on a date with him, but you’re not sure you trust him with your address.

He didn’t exactly push for it either. He was so casual about it, his tone telling you he didn’t really care either way.

Regardless of any hesitation, you let him send you home anyway. You might regret it if he turns out to be a serial killer, but somehow you doubt that.

“Today was fun.” Chen says at your doorway, flashing you a charming smile. “Let’s do it again sometime.”

“Yeah.” You answer, smiling back but it’s a little forced, and apparently he can tell as he blinks at you. He doesn’t comment though, ignoring it completely.

“Good night.” He bids, giving you a small wave before he turns, heading back out.

You don’t know why you did it, or what came over you but you grab his arm, pulling him back. He looks surprised, his brow raised as he stares at you. You gulp, feeling a shiver roll down your spine, hearing alarms blare in your mind but you ignore all of them. “Are you lying to me?”

You’re not even sure what you were trying to do from blurting that out; such a random thing to say, especially after a great first date.

He blinks at you again, his eyes shining with shock and mirth at the same time. He tilts his head at you. “...No?”

Okay, you definitely phrased it weird. You steel yourself, letting go of his hand since he doesn’t seem to be leaving anymore. You look him in the eyes, trying to decipher them, though you find nothing. “Last night you were...different.” You swallow thickly, weighing the words and grabbing for the right ones. “When I was getting my tattoo, during our date, you seemed so...proper. So charming and that...freaks me out, if you know what I mean?”

He gives out a little laugh. “Uh, no? Isn’t that good?”

“It should be.” You answer. “And I would’ve bought it if last night never happened. If we went straight to the date instead of the sex.” You shake your head, your tone slightly accusing but at the same time deathly certain. “You’re faking it, aren’t you? All that prince charming act. Who are you? Why are you hiding yourself from me?”

He stares at you for a second, really staring you down, as if seeing you in a new light, as if he’s trying to decide if you’re friend or foe. It makes you uncomfortable, makes you shift and avert your eyes.

Then he chuckles, a dark chuckle that brings shivers down your spine, that makes goosebumps erupt over your skin. He corners you against the doorframe, making it so that you can’t go in or out. He leans in, a smirk on his lips. “What if I am faking it? So what? Princess, you don’t want to know who I really am. You should just accept what you’re shown. Believe the lies. No one gets hurt that way.”

You shake your head, terrified and curious at the same time, whispering, “But I want to know.”

He chuckles again, breath fanning your cheek before he moves to lean into your ear, his lips grazing the shell and you shake, become putty in his presence. “Trust me. You’re better off not knowing.”

“I’m not scared.” Your voice is tiny though, an evident contradiction. Of course you’re scared. You really are; all the possibilities swimming in your mind but somehow...none of that matters. You want to know. Need to know, almost as if your heart and mind are desperately begging for the truth.

He pauses, contemplating before he breathes out, pulling away. “Alright.” His voice is low, his eyes dark. He smirks as he holds out his hand for you. “Don’t regret it.”

He takes you back to EXO Customs, but holy shit.

This is nothing like you’ve seen before. There are lights flashing, people absolutely everywhere. It’s crazy loud, music booming along with people’s cheers. Through gabs between the people, you see beautiful race cars lined up, people making bets and drinking alcohol.

“W-What’s going on?” You ask, a little terrified of the wild atmosphere, sticking a little closer to Chen.

“A race.” He answers. “We often get challenges and get into races. Happens most weekends. It can get pretty intense.”

“And you...?” You ask, staring at him.

“I race, yeah.” He shrugs. “Sometimes, not always. Only when they need a spot filled or when things seem fun for me.” He points at a glossy black BMW, red streaks of flames painted on, seemingly glowing under the flashing lights. “I painted that beauty. Not too bad, eh?”

“Wait.” You feel dizzy, the lights and colors flashing through your vision. You feel like you’re suffocating, being in this crowd. “You race? You spray paint cars? This race, is it—”

“It’s illegal.” He answers. “We do illegal racing. Drug dealing. Part dealing. Whatever.”

You feel a little sick, unable to believe what you’re witnessing. Illegal stuff. You’ve never touched anything illegal before—always heard rumors and gossip and always rolled your eyes at them. You were never one to go down such a path, to mingle with such people and yet here you are.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He leans down, whispering hotly in your ear so you can hear him above the booming music. “Regretting already?”

You swallow, wanting to admit that, yes, you do regret knowing. He was right. God, he was right about staying away. Believing the lies. You could’ve stayed ‘good.’

But it’s too late. Deep down you know that.

He laughs, voice mixing in with the crowd and he tugs you away, leading you to the garage. “This way.”

He pulls you in, and it’s dark. There’s a pungent smell of gasoline, metal and sweat. Lights reflect off the walls, but it surprisingly drowns out most of the sound, though you can still feel the thumping in the ground, can still hear them in the distance.

“Now you know.” He opens his arms, spinning slowly in a circle as if to show you all of him in its entirety. The illegal racer. Member of a goddamn gang. You should’ve known better. “So,” he breathes out. “Who am I?”

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly. “I think I still need to figure that one out.”

Amused, he laughs. “I’m really liking you.” He corners you against the nose of a car, an abrupt motion that has you fall back, half sitting on the hood. The coolness of the metal makes you flinch. 

“Chen?” You’re a little scared when you call his name, but he merely smiles at you.

“Hey, now you know who I am.” He says. “I don’t have to hold back anymore, right?” His lips find their place on your neck, adding more hickeys to your collection of them. You wonder if he’ll ever let them fade entirely before he adds more.

You moan, and he helps you sit more properly on the hood of the poor car. His scorching hands trail up your legs, and you’re already feeling weak.

“They probably can’t hear you,” he murmurs against your skin, already slick with sweat, “but just in case, can you keep quiet, princess?”

You nod your head, lifting your hips so he can pull down your shorts along with your underwear. You grab his shoulders to steel yourself, holding in a gasp when he slips a finger into you.

“Already wet?” He asks, tutting. “My, you’re even more eager than me.”

He fingers you slowly, and you wonder if he’ll do the same as last time, denying you your orgasm. Still, you obediently keep quiet, digging your nails into his shoulders as you try your hardest not to give in so quickly, not to let your hips move on their own.

He chuckles, seeing the effort you’re putting in. He puts in another finger, curling them and aiming straight for your sweet spot. You see black spots at the ecstasy, heaving as you desperately try to keep in your scream. Your eyes roll back as he hits that spot continuously, gaining in speed. Just from finding it once, it seems he’s already able to recognize where your sweet spot is.

He drags his thumb over your clit, rubbing it profusely, abusing it and you throw your head back, rolling your hips into his hand so desperately as you feel the knot begin to build.

“Chen, please.” You rasp, already unable to control yourself as you move more hurriedly. “Faster. I-I’m going to cum.”

“Cum.” He growls, fingering you even faster, adding a third finger and you almost scream, if he didn’t cover your mouth with his other hand. “Cum for me, princess.”

The sounds and colors explode as you hit your high, body arching, head thrashing as you have no other outlet. His fingers pull out, dripping wet and you flush, so embarrassed of what you’ve done in a public place. He licks his fingers clean, laughing quietly. “Damn, that was hot.”

“Shut up!” You hiss, pulling your pants back on and hopping off—hating the wet, sticking feeling—immensely horrified that you let him do such a thing. “What if someone came in? What if—”

“Chen, you in there?” A deep voice comes, and you cover your mouth to stop the absolutely appalled gasp, glaring at Chen who merely shrugs.

“Yeah,” he answers as a tall form enters. The lights come on, and you blink at the sudden brightness. “Did you finish brooding?”

You recognize the man, his icy white hair. You’ve seen him working on cars when you came for a tattoo. He scowls, a dark expression as he glares at Chen. “Shut up, asshole.” He sees you then, his expression changing immediately into surprise. “Hey, you finally got laid?”

“Yeah,” Chen grins, a cheeky grin filled with mischief as he grabs your hand, pulling you quickly out the garage. He calls back, “Sorry, Yeol!”

What a crude way of saying it. You wonder if you’re just that to him. But you don’t have the time to get angry as you wonder why he apologized before you remember what you had done. On what you assume to be one of Yeol’s cars.

Oh.

Shit.

“CHEN YOU FUCKING DISGUSTING SON OF A BITCH! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!”

Chen merely laughs, and you can’t help but follow.

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[appreciate-kaimaki]

can we get a scenario with kaito asking maki to a high school dance, and maybe a little description of what they’d do at said dance?

This one has literally been in our askbox for months... I'm terribly sorry this took so long to complete, anon! My perfectionism really got to me on this one because it really struck a chord in me, and I was trying a bit too hard to make it flawless. I've got it under control now... I think. Anyhow, please enjoy the fic under the cut! I had an absolute blast writing this, and I hope you enjoy some shameless Kaimaki fluff.

~Mod Shuichi~

Momota Kaito was a man with much bravado, able to bear the rigorous regimen of the astronaut training program and face the myriad dangers of outer space without batting an eye. Yet, as he prowled the corridors of Hope's Peak High School with his best friend-slash-roommate Shuichi in tow, the spaceman couldn't help but fear the task he was now about to face. The Homecoming Dance was looming a mere week ahead, and Kaito had decided to take the opportunity to try and take his longtime crush, Harukawa Maki, as his date.

That, however, was something much easier said than done. The obsidian-haired girl had the nickname of 'ice queen', which had not come without reason - she was known to ward off anyone foolish enough to dare approach her with a silent glare which, according to Kibo, was capable of cutting holes in metal.

Shuichi sighed. "Please tell me what you see in her, again?"

"I don't know! There's... this something about her that makes me want to know her better."

"If you insist. Just come back in one piece." With that, the detective left Kaito and his girl troubles to hang with his other friends. Kaito wasn't entirely sure that he could return without injury, however, as he slowly appraoched Maki's seat. Hoping his voice wasn't quivering too much, he extended a trembling finger and tapped her shoulder.

"Hey, Harukawa?"

Any semblance of control Kaito had left evaporated like a snowflake on the Sun as Maki finally turned to face him and fixed him in her crimson stare. When she spoke, he could instantly understand what Kibo meant.

"What do you want?"

So this was what it felt like to have his blood freeze in his veins, Kaito thought. Despite his best efforts to control his own speech, his paralyzed tongue could only stutter out,

"Uh, doyouwanttogotothedancewithme?"

The following five seconds were simultaneously the longest, most awkward, and most terrifying moments in Kaito's life. 'That's it,' he concluded. 'I'm gonna show up on tomorrow's news as a dismembered corpse.' Frozen in fear, he missed the look of surprise flashing across the obsidian-haired girl's face - but not her reply.

"Yes. I'll go with you."

"Uhwhat?"

Maki's face immediately morphed into a scowl as she turned away, but it was impossible to miss the shade of vibrant red now gracing her features. For a moment, Kaito thought it matched her eyes very well.

"Do I have to repeat myself? I said I'll go with you, loser!"

Internally ecstatic at her words but also not wanting to incur Maki's wrath by overstaying his welcome, Kaito left her a muttered 'thanks' as he hurriedly shuffled over to Shuichi.

"She say yes?", the detective asked.

Kaito could only let out a deep, relieved sigh. "In a sense."

The remaining week vanished in a flurry of hurried preparations, and soon the big day was upon them. The dormitory hallways were bustling and abuzz with activity as a myriad of Ultimates clad in their finest suits and dresses searched for their dates. Kaito and Shuichi also joined the crowd as they too made their way to the girls' dorms.

"Ugh, I'm never gonna get used to having my arm inside my sleeve," the spaceman muttered. He had dressed in a deep purple tuxedo with a smattering of glittering 'stars' on the lower hem for the occasion, but the formality of the event meant that he couldn't just throw it over his shoulder like he usually did with his jacket.

"Can't relate," his friend replied. He was also wearing a tux, but a more low-profile charcoal gray one with barely visible graphite pinstripes. "Most normal people wear their jackets properly, Kaito."

Kaito waved him off. "Pssh, who cares. Normal is overrated anyway."

Their discussion about sleeves and arms were abruptly interrupted when Akamatsu Kaede all but teleported in front of them, her pink strapless recital dress fluttering behind her and a lilac purple ribbon decorating her bosom.

"Found you, Shuichi! And hi to you too, Kaito. Mind if I steal him away for the night?"

An astounded Kaito turned to his sidekick. "Man, someone got lucky! How the hell did you end up going with her? Never thought you'd be her type..."

"To be honest, I have no idea," the detective replied with a shrug. "She asked me, actually."

Pouting, Kaede put her hands on her hips. "Hey hey, Kaito! No badmouthing my date here! Oh, by the way, who are you going with?"

"Harukawa Maki. I was just going over to pick her up."

"Oh, that's good to hear! She always seemed so lonely. Hope things work out great between you two!", the pianist chirped as she took Shuichi's hand and led him away. Left alone once again, Kaito resumed his search for Maki's room.

Finally facing the door, Kaito steeled his nerves one last time. Taking a girl to a dance wasn't supposed to be hard, even if she was his longtime crush who could, in fact, literally crush him to powder should anything go wrong.

"C'mon, Kaito. You're the Luminary of the Stars... you can do anything you put your mind to... the impossible is possible, you just gotta make it so!"

Reciting his mantra to himself, Kaito finally knocked on her door. He honestly had no idea what he expected to see, but the sight he faced when the door finally opened utterly blew him away. Maki had chosen a scarlet gothic lolita-style dress with generous amounts of black lace frills and a slim halter top that was only held up by a pair of impossibly thin spaghetti straps that crossed over her back before disappearing into her corset. It matched her onyx hair and crimson eyes perfectly, and she looked stunning beyond compare. Even her usual hair scrunchies seemed different... shinier, somehow. Kaito guessed they were some sort of satin.

"Stop staring, idiot!"

"O, oh! Of course, I'm sorry." Snapping out of his Maki-induced stupor, he offered her his arm.

"Shall we go?"

Maki wordlessly nodded and took his arm, and the duo made their way towards the gym where the dance was being held.

Homecoming was a very extravagant affair. Most of the artistically inclined Ultimates had been conscripted to decorate the gym into a party hall, and they had delivered splendidly. The ceiling was nearly invisible from all the banners and streamers that had been hung up, and the floor had been transformed into a polished dance floor with rich velvet carpets around the edges where the tables were. A veritable buffet of snacks, drinks, and refreshments were set out on one side, and a state-of-the-art sound system and a grand piano had been installed on the stage to complete the lavish atmosphere.

Many students had already taken to the dance floor, swaying to the music with their dates as light jazz played over the gym. As Kaito glanced at his date, unsure to ask if she wanted to dance or not, Maki suddenly whirled on him with a fiercely determined look on her face and all but dragged him off to the center of the venue.

"Wha- wh- Maki?!"

"Shut up and dance with me."

Kaito did not object. He allowed Maki to lead him in a foxtrot, the girl surprisingly well-versed in dancing to the point that Kaito had to put in a bit of effort to keep up at first. He caught on soon, however, and found himself gazing into his date’s crimson eyes as they settled into a steady rhythm. They were quite mesmerizing, Kaito thought, like swirling nebulae glowing with starlight…

He was jolted back to his senses by a finger that poked dangerously close to his left eye. "WAH!"

"Earth to space idiot," Maki chided. "You almost stepped on my foot there."

Kaito, as always, was not without a comeback. "It's not my fault you're so breathtakingly beautiful."

"Do you want to die?"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Maki's lips thinned into a line and her brow grew a slight crease as she stared into his tie, her feet slowing for a moment as she sunk into thought. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?", she mumbled.

"Of course! Even more than the brightest star!"

She blushed a beautiful shade of apple red and not-so-subtly brought her heel down on his toes.

"Ow!"

"That's for making me lose my composure."

"You really do look hot when you blush- ow!"

The pair continued to dance to the music, Maki's face now significantly redder than before. Kaito couldn't help but smile - he had his perfect date, the dance was going splendidly, and everything was just so perfectly well!

The tone of the event would soon undergo a complete shift, however. Ibuki-senpai soon took over the stage with her trademark 'music' of unintelligible screaming and yelling, and the once-calm party was now more closely resembling a rave than a dance. Kaito couldn't bring himself to understand how anyone could actually appreciate the cacophony issuing from the stage, but judging by the crowd's reaction it seemed he was the exception, not the norm.

"Wanna get outta here?", he asked his date, who thankfully seemed to share his opinion on the Ultimate Musician's 'music'. Although Maki was standing right next to him, he had to shout at the top of his lungs to be heard over the senseless din echoing in the gym.

"Please!", she yelled back.

Covering their ears, the pair headed out to the school's garden where the full moon was casting its light. Glad to be away from the chaos, they found a bench and sat in a comfortable silence for a while. When he was sure the ringing in his ears had finally subsided, Kaito asked Maki the one question he had been itching to know for the entirety of the past week.

"Why did you say yes when I asked? To the dance, I mean."

Maki averted her eyes from the astronaut, but her blush was impossible to miss. "I... I might've had a bit of a crush on you."

"Wow, I never knew that. I knew I had a crush on you, but this is... why?"

"You showed Yumeno your notes when she got sick and missed school last week. You became Saihara's friend when he was alone. You actually listen to what Tojo has to say. And you're kind and friendly to anyone and everyone you meet."

"I'm afraid I still don't see the connection."

Maki let out a small sigh. "I'm not very good with people. I want to get closer to them and make friends, but I just lash out and scare them away. But you always showed so much kindness to everyone. So I thought maybe, you were the one I could try and get close to."

"I'm honored - wait, how did you know all that?"

"I'm observant."

"Anyway, that's no big problem, Maki Roll. I wasn't really good at being social from the get-go, too." In an incredibly bold move even to himself, Kaito put an arm around Maki's shoulder. Even more surprisingly, she actually leaned into it. "I know you're a good person. I'll make sure help you every step of the way, and you'll be making lots of friends soon. I swear by the name of the Luminary of the Stars!"

"Did you just call me Maki Roll?"

Panicking, Kaito instantly froze. The nickname was something he came up with in the spur of the moment, but had he chosen the wrong thing to say? "Uh, sorry 'bout that, it was kinda stupid, I'll stop if you don't like it."

Then Maki burst into silent giggles.

"No, I love it. Nobody's ever given me such a cute nickname before. Sorry I scared you, it's the eyes, isn't it? I have to work on my expressions..." Her smile was clear on her face as she looked up towards him once more.

Kaito grinned. "Actually, I think you're cute even with the murder eyes. It's unique... it's something only you can pull off."

"Oh, shut up."

Chuckling at her remark, Kaito took her hand in his and stood up. He led her over to a small circular clearing in the middle of the garden where the moonlight shone brightest, fiddled with his phone, and set it down on the floor. The suave voice of Frank Sinatra soon filled the air.

Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars...

"What are we doing?", a surprised Maki asked.

"Dancing! The night is still young, after all, and I don't want to waste my beautiful date because the music isn't to our taste." He took a step back and bowed, extending a hand to her like he did earlier. "Shall we dance, milady?"

Maki took the offered hand. "Gladly."

Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars...

Moonlight illuminated the two of them like a dream as Maki allowed herself to be led by Kaito in a gentle waltz. Her crimson dress flared out like a blooming rose with each spin, and his star-studded coattails flew in the wind with each move they shared.

In other words, hold my hand… in other words, darling, kiss me!

The pair danced all around the garden with hands clasped tight, softly mouthing the words to the song that was serenading them. The experience was similar yet completely unlike the dances they danced in the gym only hours ago - this time it was infinitely more private and intimate, a show for the two of them only. Lost in each other's company, it seemed to them as if they had been transported to a realm of nothing but moonlight and soft music and rosebushes and each other.

In other words, please be true... in other words, I love you!

The song came to a close as Kaito swept Maki into a dip, their faces hovering a mere inch apart. Purple eyes met red, neither able to look away. Lips were parted to let out warm breaths that quickened as both realized how close they were to each other. The pair were in perfect balance, each holding the other in place with their very body. And just as it seemed the fragile yet beautiful moment could last forever...

Maki took hold of Kaito's collar, drew him closer, and kissed him full on the lips.

It was as if time itself had stopped. The rustling of the leaves in the wind, the dull thumping of the music from the gym, and even the glow of the moonlight shining above melted away from her senses. There was nothing left behind but his slightly rough but warm lips on her own, the firm fabric of his jacket under her hands and his toned back beneath it, his gentle and sweet scent in her lungs and the pleasant tingling in her heart. In short, it was nothing but perfect. She could have spent an eternity in that single shining moment and never get tired of it.

Unfortunately for Maki, a slew of doubts started bubbling up to the surface like fizz in a glass of soda the moment her brain caught up to her body. Here she was, with her lips on some boy she'd literally known for barely a few hours. What if she was overreacting to someone who'd only shown her basic kindness? What if she was overstepping her boundaries when Kaito only thought of her as a friend - and a closed-off and distant one at that? What if he thought of her as clingy and obsessed over him in all the wrong ways?

"I'm sorry," she breathed, "that was uncalled for. I shouldn't have done that." She hurriedly pulled away, disentangling from his warm comfortable embrace. She was all ready to flee from the garden, flee from her traitorous emotions and this stupid feeling in her chest when a gentle hand grabbed her wrist.

"Maki Roll," Kaito whispered, "if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked."

He pulled her back into his arms in one swift movement, into that intoxicating black hole of warmth she would never be able to escape, and kissed her again with all the passion in his heart.

And of course, like all things, the second time was even better than the first.

[limitedrevolverworks]

Swords are (not) cute.

And so it came to pass. At last, the winding pathways laid down on the unfathomable tapestry of fate had crossed over one another. Destinies opposed were granted a chance meeting: a test of mettle, and the stage upon which it could take place. It happened in the faraway lands of the North, in a nameless valley nestled between the two highest of its peaks. It was there, beyond the gazes of those who would have given away their remaining lifespans to immortalize the grand event, that two peerless warriors met, and in this coincidence saw the culmination of their endless voyages.

Tabarl knew that well. An outstanding representative of his people, that he was! A byproduct of excellent lineage, staunch effort and dedication unsurpassed, there were none in the kingdoms of the Three Islands and the Six Counties who had not pronounced his name, and with awe accompanied it with his moniker - the Tidal Blaze, who engulfed all martial knowledge and burned all who stood on his path. It was said that there was no art of war in the Western Regions which Tabarl had failed to master, and unlike similar rumors which were wont to spring up around any young upstart with some vague skill in his sword hand, there was little of fiction around those surrounding him. Some lives are spent in futile search of their own meaning; but Tabarl, he knew since his legs could carry him and his mouth voice the thoughts brewing in his fervid mind. Yes, his meaning, his answer to life’s mysteries, he found in the blade. From his youngest age to an adulthood filled with adventure, Tabarl devoted himself soulfully to the improvement of his martial skill, succeeding where others had found failure, leaping effortlessly over the limits where others found the extent of their capabilities. He had conquered the secrets of the sword and the techniques of the dagger; his arm could make the axe sing and the spear reach beyond the horizon; his arrows knew only how to find their targets, his fists how to silence a man with a single, crushing blow. But the enemy who would have thought him a mere brutish mass of sculpted muscles would have soon found that his cunning had been honed just as well, if not more: yes, underneath the unruly curls of his rust-like mane, behind the immenseness of his jaw and the sharpness of his gaze, above the rippling pectorals, the broad shoulders and the limbs so like tree trunks, laid the brains of a fox. Many had tasted Tabarl’s steel, none been able to boast about it. Nearly every corner of the known world - and many suspected beyond that - had pitted its best combatants against Tabarl, and he came out victorious every time. With each victory came glory, yet the higher it piled up, the deeper the chasm inside his heart grew: for the stronger he grew, all the more harder it became to find an opponent worthy of clashing with him. Now, however, the heart beneath the steel of his armor and the forest of his thick chest hair was leaping with crazed joy. For in front of him stood one whose fame perhaps outmatched him. If Tabarl’s was a popular tale, then this individual’s was nothing short of a legend.

“Kensei of the Screaming Flash!”

Tabarl’s voice bellowed with bloodthirsty delight, echoing boldly across the grass, the trees and the crags surrounding him and the opponent standing in front of him. Even their appearances seemed to have been sculpted by divine hands to complement and oppose each other. There stood Tabarl: tall, imposing, a massive mountain of a man, with thick eyebrows that ended where the other began to form a single curve like a shadow of the grin on his large mouth. His sunbeaten skin draped across a solid mass of flesh, covered in good part by the shining metal of a dentless armor. He was the portrait of strength, the personification of power, the avatar of battle prowess. And then there was Kensei. Had one stuck a dirty rag over a twig and stuck it on top of a windy hill, it would have given off a more menacing appearance than the scrawny figure standing in the shadow of Tabarl’s humongous frame. A pale shade with silky black strands of hair framing the unremarkable features of a tired inexpressiveness, dressed with droopy garments befitting of a beggar more than a remarkable fighter. A fitting match for the the sword hanging by his hip: sitting within its lacquered scabbard had to be a blade so thin, it would have likely shattered against flesh before it could dream of reaching the bone beneath it. But Tabarl could tell. His eyes were weapons able to pierce the illusion of superficiality to draw forth the cruor of truth. Thus, he knew better than to underestimate the figure in front of him and keep his hand away from the handle of his sword.

“Let us fight!”

Tabarl thrust his challenge forth, a mere formality to what he assumed to be an irresistible occurrence, the natural course of things as dictated by forces unknown.

“Why?”

Kensei’s answer was the black to Tabarl’s enthusiastic white. The flat whap of a palm over the forearm bothered by a thirsty mosquito.

“Because we ought to! It is what my indomitable will thirsts for!” “Go drink some water then.”

Tabarl’s resolve, which had not found its match against the berserkers of the Forbidden Lands nor the fearsome might of the dragons of the Defiled Countries, wavered ever so slightly for the first time. But it was far from falling yet, and so Tabarl pressed onwards with renewed conviction, beating a rock-hard fist against his plated chest.

“Mine is a thirst that only you can quench!” he yelled. “Sorry, I don’t really swing that way.” was Kensei’s immediate reply. “The only swings I desire are those of your blade!” insisted Tabarl. “I-I’m flattered, but I’m already taken!” stammered neither Kensei nor Tabarl.

A gentle breeze billowed by, bestowing upon the silent men a refreshing caress.

“Was that--” “Nothing.” quickly interrupted Kensei, his features hardening into a mask of annoyance. “It was nothing. Anyway, I’d like to reach the nearest village by the end of the day, so go fight a bear or something if you’re itching for a fight that badly.” “No!” Tabarl’s loud refusal was impregnated with indignation, and something akin to an infant’s whining. “It is not that we have to fight… we simply will fight. It is written in the stars!” “Go read a book instead of the stars, dammit!” growled Kensei, gesturing in a decidedly unwarriorly manner. “I’d rather we wrote an epic on each other’s bodies! Let blood be the ink and swords our pens!” almost pleaded Tabarl. “This here sword’s staying right where it is - inside its scabbard!” stubbornly rebuked Kensei. “And yet I say - reveal thine blade!” said Tabarl on the verge of desperation. “N-n-n-never, you pervert!” screamed neither Tabarl nor Kensei. “I heard something! I definitely heard something!” loudly exclaimed Tabarl, turning his body into a mess of clinks and clanks as he vehemently pointed at Kensei. “Goddammit, shut up!” growled the latter, stomping his foot on the grass and clutching the hilt of his weapon harder than his teeth were gritting together. “Alright, fine, whatever! Are you going to leave me alone if I kick your ass or what?”

It was like being punched right out of a lake of dumbfoundedness for Tabarl, who found himself landing on the shore of elation, far away from the mysterious depths of doubt.

“Will you truly measure yourself with me…?” the peerless warrior asked, his fingers already coiling around the handle of the axe slung behind his back, its blade only slightly less curvier than the almost innocent, childish smile which had blossomed on his rough features. “Sure, I’ll take your weight, height and chest circumference along with your life, I guess.”

Thus saying, Kensei slid a foot forward, his slouched posture flowing seamlessly into one of finesse. A rewarding sight for Tabarl, who took out his weapon and assumed a stance of his own. Gone were the hesitation, the awkwardness: now, on his face remained the determined focus of a fighter about to the culmination of his efforts into a challenge unlike any other.

“How I have longed for this moment! To think that I would be blessed by the gods with the chance to gaze upon the Screaming Flash’s legendary blade…!” “No, no, nonono, absolutely no flashing!”

There it was again. A tone unlike the deadpan grumpiness of Kensei, which yet came from his direction. But there was nobody besides them in that valley, so what exactly…

“As if it’s going to matter with a dead dude.” muttered Kensei, his attempt at concentration clearly broken by something which Tabarl could not quite comprehend. Ah… but of course! It was fear. Even a legend could only cower in awe of a man’s efforts, when they defied those of his peers. “Hah! Are you perchance admitting your defeat in advance, Screaming Fla--” “It matters to me! You’re not the one who has to strip in front of a stranger!” “Swords don’t strip, you piece of scrap!” “ENOUGH!”

Tabarl’s voice shook the mountains and made the heavens shiver. The duel hadn’t begun that already he had suffered a wound - to his pride, and by extension to the very honor that governed all contests between those who followed the way of battle. There was little of human left on his face: his indignation had painted over it the image of a fearsome beast, a monster born of sheer hatred for such unjustified disrespect.

“Your mockery I shall suffer no more, Screaming Flash! Suffer the ire of my axe as it tears you asunder!” “Oh shit, here he comes.”

And come did he, true to his moniker of Tidal Blaze: with steps that left craters behind them, advancing like a wave of lava that scorched the land beneath it and promised nothing but destruction. His axe, held firmly in his grasp, already poised for the blow that had cloven the helmet head right off the Diamond Knight himself.

“Alright, we’re doing this.” For the first time, Kensei spoke with something akin to determination. “No we’re not!” For the upteenth time, the disembodied voice dripped with anxious protest. “Look at him, he’s going to split me like a peach if I don’t do it to him first!” “D-d-do you really have to…” “Yes, yes I do! I will die! Like, horribly die!” “O-o-okay. Let me just… give me a moment to prepare mentally.”

Kensei’s eyelids, which had been drooping like the garments on his body until that moment, spread like ripples on the surface of a tranquil pond. A pond mere seconds away from being engulfed by a screaming tsunami.

“Prep--it’s gotta be now! Now!” “But it’s f-f-flashing we’re talking about! I’m not ready!” “I’m not ready to die!” “I’ll die, of shame!” “DIE, KENSEI!”

Tabarl’s howl came far closer than the distracted Kensei liked. He looked up in time to see the Tidal Blaze’s immense figure bearing onto him, the axe on a course to meet his head and everything below it.

“Here goes nothing…!” the swordsman murmured, pushing his thumb against the round guard of his sword to push it slightly out of its scabbard right as his other hand gripped the guard.

“RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” shouted Tabarl, the Tidal Blaze, crashing his weapon down with the brunt of his boundless power. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” cried out Kensei, marrying extraction and slash in a single, seamless motion. “KYAAAAAAAAAA!” screamed his sword as it flashed in front of Tabarl’s bamboozled eyes.

The last thing they saw, before becoming separated from the rest of their body, was the bashful silhouette of a young girl with delicate features tinged red by boundless shame. His final thoughts, not quite those of a warrior, sounded somewhat akin to Ah… how cute.

“Everytime. Every single damned time I have to put up with this.” “I’m sorry...”

The mewling apology fell deaf on Kensei’s ears, judging by sheer lack of amusement or acceptance on his visage when he turned it to the figure floating meekly besides his sitting self. To say that his face was an I don’t give a damn-shaped black hole would have been an understament about as gross as the body lying in a pool of its own blood a few paces away.

“Yeah yeah, I’d like to see you say I’m so sowwee~ the day some other goon gets the jump on my neck ‘cause you didn’t want to get out of your scabbard.“

The girl’s pout inflated her diaphanous cheeks and pushed out most traces of remorse out of her face.

“Well excuuuse me if I don’t fancy the idea of getting naked in front of random passersby!“ “First things first: battle-obsessed types like that weirdo don’t qualify as random passersby. And second: you look pretty damn dressed to me.“

Kensei’s accusatory glare caused the floating girl to blink in confusion, then look down: admittedly, the gaudily hued robes, along with the intricate criss-crossing of strings and ribbons that decorated them, were doing a fine job of elegantly shielding her lithe body from prying gazes. Her crossed arms and a not-so-firm frown wanted to say otherwise.

“T-this is different! This form is just a mere extension. At the core, -I- am that very sword you’re holding, so of course showing my blade out of the scabbard is like... y-you know.“ “No, I don’t. And I don’t know why they don’t cast you with a way to turn you on and off, either. Do smithies know how much of a pain in the behind you spirit swords are?” “Oh, you’re always so unappreciative! Of me, a sword among swords! A masterpiece crafted by none other thaaaaaahn~!”

Two sets of eyes met and reflected each other’s befuddlement, with at least one of them underlined by a vivid touch of flushed pink.

“What was that!”

They yelled in unison, an accusatory echo bouncing across the valley thankfully bereft of spectators for the shameless display.

“What are you doing!” The sword’s ethereal form frantically pointed her finger to her owner’s lap: over it was her physical form, held in her owner’s hands, one of which had draped a cloth around the bloodied blade.

“Cleaning you? So that you won’t rust?” “W-well, can’t you be more careful?” “And spend the whole day cleaning fat and blood off you? No thanks. Sit tight and shut up while I rub you. If you make anymore strange noises I’m going to use you to cut tofu.” “Nooo, you monster! You know I hate hate hate that smelly, jelly texture more than anythiiiimmmh...!” “Exactly. Now hush and maybe I’ll try to make it quick.” “Kensei-san, you’re just so... so...! Soooaaaeehehe~...”

Afterwards, there were lots of screaming and flashing.

[247krp]

— Rejoice, little lambs! We have recovered our own Seo Yeji, spotted prancing about in the Northeast Side. I remember seeing her with The Outsiders back in high school, but I’m not here to spill yesterday’s tea. So straight to the rundown: can you say independent and compassionate? Apparently now she spends time as a veterinarian at Lucky Paws Rescue Centre and a part-time model, and keeps skeletons buried at Banjeom Apartments, 102. But those won’t stay hidden for long, if you and I have any say on it. Welcome back, Lolita; we missed you so.

In case you don’t remember the devil’s name, here’s to refresh your memory:

heart-stopping beauty armed with a soft heart. that was what seo yeji is about. the rumored beautiful young girl, the rumored scholarship student of cheongnam, the ridiculously bright girl with bright eyes, and possibly a brighter future. yeji was expected to most likely to get famous one day, especially with her kind of face that is way more than the beauty standard this country have. but yeji never been interested to be under the spotlight, not one bit. she felt enough to be part of the outsiders, she cherished them right down to the core like a second family; and you would never seen her without them either. it was hard to be alone with her, not when she was too busy with her martial arts competition and non stop studying session. but nonetheless, she was still as friendly as she ever be.  she was a flower on the peak of the mountain, she was hard to reach but one can’t help but to admire its beauty.

but even if she was  heart-stopping beauty armed with a soft heart, she couldn’t escape from none other than gossip girl. her title as lolita impacted on her daily life. people judged, people sneered and she knew it all too well. she couldn’t do anything to stop it either, not when his father lost his sight and it only make her fell down too deep into the rabbit hole. but she wasn’t raised as a weak girl, so she fight and muted down those whisper, and sometimes hiding in the between of the outsiders as she wait to graduate from school.

Nevermind the memory lane though, the present is always the ripest fruit:

she might still have the beautiful face that god himself carefully crafted in, but she is not the seo yeji we know before. she is stronger, she is more efficient, she is more independent and the game will be over once she open her mouth. she is outspoken woman, not afraid to face anything because there were a lot of bitter memories but so many lessons she learnt back in her high school year. she is a hardworking woman who graduated as a vet, and she is damned to be a model. a job she was once rejected. she is still the girl who keep her head below the clouds. dream big, but work hard. ambitious and disciplined. still the one who believes that take the risk means take the pain. still the one who go for the things she love, go for the things she is passionate about. follow what her heart says, and not what others dictates for you. to make every second worthwhile, and with that, regrets is far from reach. she is still the compassionate girl you know back in high school. still armed with soft heart, pretty eyes, soft lips, even softer smile.

But we are nothing if not open books – my job is to ensure you get to the best pages:

i. perfection.

they said perfection existed in a form of seo yeji. a girl who has pretty eyes, soft lips, even softer smile. a girl who is willing to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. they said perfection existed within a girl named seo yeji. a girl who is crafted with love and affection, crafted carefully with a tired hands and body. because once upon a time, she was just a baby. a baby that had been crying all night long. being away from her favorite melody of heartbeats didn’t feel right. something, something inside that warm and safe hug grew her up to be an addict to that kind of warmth.

his father was a good person, deep down, just worn down by life. her father wasa great man, or she would like to think so, since ahjummas mentions how she radiates the man’s very presence. but it hits her that her mother had another family now and leave her with his father in the dark. she never hold a grudge against her mother, she wished the best for her instead.

ii. turn on a dime.

she did she grew up to be a real beauty, with her soft voice and pretty cheeks. she was prettyand smart. seo yeji was a legend, a scholarship receiver that worth much more than any other scholarship students in cheongnam. she was seo yeji, matial arts athlete who represented cheongnam. seo yeji was perfection that she already got almost every girls and boys in her school swarming around her like flies. every girls, every each one of them desperately hoping her prettiness will somehow rub off on them, while every boys, desperately hoping for her undivided attention. (despite being a commoner in this palace filled with vicious prince and princess. there were once a rumor that she rejected all three big entertainment companies because she wasn’t interested in that world.)  

they said yejiwas perfect, that she was special. but god was a fair man. there was no perfection for human, perfection belong to god and only himself will remain perfect. just one word. one little word, he managed to take all this perfect image for her. there was once a picture of her accepting money from a middle-aged man and lolita was her new name all of the sudden. a new name that is enough to made her stumble off her high horse, just enough to resulted a thousand little whisper around school. a vicious whispers that is filled nothing but truth. so instead of sharing a genuine heart, open their ears to heard the truth, we often shared a smirk of disgust. judging the soul of one, who just happened to pass by our side.

who are we to judge? who are we to judge and mock the others, if we ourselves didn’t wan to be scoffed on. why are we stabbing another soul, if we ourselves dodge being hurt. who are we anyway, to do all those things. we’re nothing but fragments in this world. so why would we waste our life destroying other fragments like ourselves?

like god himself wasn’t pleased by his decision, he took his father’s health away; he took his vision. the sole character, the main income of the family. and no one ever do him justice. it was a clear hit-and-run accident, but said lawyer did not do his job well that resulting her to become red furious. he was suppose to help them, he was suppose to be the one who take her side. but when money was the one who talk, she was in no position to do anything. couldnt do anything, but howl in a lake we called sadness. and for the first time, she was burning in hatred. for the people who used their money for the wrong, for those lawyers, for this unfair world.

iii. just a man. 

what happened in the past, stay in the past. and maybe perfection never existed in her. not in long lashes casting branches of shadows upon her cheekbones, curved softly into her face not in her eyes that jeweled her features as blossomed lips dance with forgotten joy. seo yeji now is trying to live her life, trying to glues on every pieces that left. it might not be perfect, heck, maybe from the start it never been perfect but with every pieces that left she will try to protect and cherish it.

[datheetjoella]

How did your MakoHaru fanship start?

Hi Anon! I’m guessing that you mean how I started to ship MakoHaru, right? I think I’ve told this story about a million times here before so sorry to those who have read me talking about this already, but I love talking about MakoHaru and could go on for hours so I’ll tell you again.

Let me take you back to the year 2014. It was a Saturday evening in either April or May, I don’t really remember the exact date, and I had nothing to do. I knew someone who was obsessed with this one anime that was called Free! and that was apparently about swimming, but I had never bothered to watch it before because I don’t care about sports at all so I wouldn’t like it anyway. But I decided, heck, let’s give it the benefit of the doubt since I had nothing better to do anyway, and started up the first episode.

I fell in love with Makoto the first moment I saw him. Wow, I thought to myself, what a nice guy. What an amazing friend. I really liked his and Haru’s friendship from the first interaction, because it felt like something that was just very comfortable and easy and nice, you know? I liked Haru’s character too, but at that point I hadn’t really seen enough of him and his personality yet to have a good impression of what he was like.

(Continued under the cut so it won’t be too long)

So, I continued watching and seeing more and more of their friendship was really great. I really enjoyed seeing their interactions but I didn’t quite ship them just yet.

And then came episode 6.

This was the exact moment I was like “Damn, wait a second.” because for the first time up until then, I saw this raw emotion on Haru’s face, the sheer terror in his entire being that was so clear and I could feel it myself. This moment where Makoto’s breathing was weak, it was like Haru was faced with his biggest fear playing out before his eyes (later on this was confirmed in chapter 6 of the Free! novel, but this was the feeling I got from this scene way before then.) And it was then that for me, we truly got to see that the caring and affection that Makoto always expressed for Haru to be returned in a way that was obvious and not covered up by façades or demeanours. So that little moment was the spark for me, and the rest of episode 6 only strengthened these feelings.

I continued watching and from that moment on I started to like them more and more and more with every scene we saw of them.

At the end of the night, I had watched the entire season in one sitting and I thought to myself “Huh, I enjoyed that way more than I expected to and MakoHaru (and ReiGisa too) is a really cute ship.” So I began to look more into Free! and saw that a second season was in the making and would come out that July, and I was really excited for that. The waiting game began, and in the meantime I saw more official art and stuff like that, which really kept me involved with the series and only fuelled my excitement for the next season.

Right before ES started I decided to rewatch the first season to refresh everything and it was in this second time of watching that I truly understood Haru’s character more in the earlier episodes. I already loved him for what I had seen and understood of him, but this time I was able to pick up on the subtle mannerisms in the first couple of episodes that shows that he really does care so much about his friends (of course, I knew that he cares about his friends a lot but since he shows it in less traditional ways than Makoto and many other characters, to actually see it was something that I really liked).

So while I was waiting for ES my love for both Makoto and Haru as individuals as well as their relationship just grew and I was even more excited. Then ES started and at this point my MakoHaru love was just in a steady line upwards. It was around August 2014, halfway through the season that I started to read MakoHaru fanfiction and let me just say, that was a huge breakthrough for me because I never read fanfiction before because I didn’t really see the appeal in it up until then (and look at me know haha). But MakoHaru made me interested in diving in the minds of other people and exploring the different universes featuring them that others created so that really meant a lot for me.

My love for MakoHaru never halted and never stopped growing and it reached another peak when I began to write fics myself. On December 29th of 2014 I wrote my very first MakoHaru fic and I really enjoyed doing that; I was hesitant at first because I was no writer, but I had an idea and decided what the heck I’ll just write it. I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to continue and a few months later I began to write every single day and I haven’t stopped since. Writing MakoHaru fics really made my love for them blossom and it helped me understand them so much better as well.

Multiple movies, official art, drama CDs, the mook, merch, so much Free! has come out since then and all of it just fuelled my love even more.

And that brings us to where I am today. I love them immensely and it’s like my love for them just keeps on growing every single day, even though I think I’ve reached the limit of how much I can love one ship, they always manage to outdo themselves. It’s like I love them even more today than I did yesterday and that will probably continue into the future. They just make me really happy and bring so much joy and fulfillment to my life, so I hope that I can continue to share the MakoHaru love with all others who love them, especially now season 3 is announced.

I hope that answers your question, Anon. If this was not what you actually wanted to ask me, then I’m sorry, feel free to come back and ask your actual question. Either way, I wish you a lovely day filled with MakoHaru love! ^^

[write-this-way-please]

INKED

INKED [Zelo gets tattooed] Rated: Mature

You sighed heavily turning the page of your book. You’d been bored out of your mind lately. A lack of motivation and inspiration was going to be the death of you. It was like you wanted to tattoo, but you just couldn’t find the right client.

You needed a new muse.

Sleepy walked up the narrow staircase holding a bag of from your favorite street cart. “Hey, I brought ya somethin~”

“Oppa!” you grinned seeing your older brother make his way inside “You can be amazing when you wanna be” you chimed reaching out for the bag. “Gimmie”

“Ah- say please” he held the bag just out of reach.

“Yah, Sleepy-Oppa! Give me my food you tree”

“Alright here” he set the plate of tteokbokki in your hand. “You really should consider eating something other than tteokbokki”

“Give me one good reason why?” you pouted, shoving the skewer in your mouth. “If you’ve already found perfection, why seek anything else?”

He groaned, raking a hand through his hair. “Why are you like this?” He made himself at home, flopping down on the tattoo bench, and resting his arms behind his head. “Where is everybody anyway?”

“Jooyoung-Oppa, doesn’t come in until the afternoon for his appointment, and Jiyeon-Unnie is out of town for the weekend, so I’m really just shop sitting.”

He hums in agreeance before glancing over at you. “By the way, did I miss the memo or did you suddenly stop needing money?”

“Hmm, what do you mean?”

“I figured you suddenly got rich since you’ve been turning away clients. Word on the street is, you’re the hardest person to make an appointment with.”

“You make me sound so stuck up…” you frowned, swirling the rice cake in the sauce absently. “I just...I’m not struggling anymore...All my life I worked hard so that I can afford to be picky… It kills me doing simple tattoos… There’s no personality, no passion….”

Your pickiness has left you with a lot more free time than you originally anticipated, but you haven't been missing the little quick flash tattoos people asked for on a whim. But you were starting to miss the vibration of your tattoo gun.

“Well, you shouldn’t be so picky… you’ll never find your motivation if you keep turning people down.”

“You sound like you’re speaking from experience” you eyed him suspiciously. “Why the sudden care in how I get my clients Oppa? I turn down someone you know?”

He chuckled and nodded “Actually yeah. A Dongsaeng from work had been going on getting a tattoo for a long time, and he was upset with this mystery artist he followed on Instagram.” he smirked looking down at you. “Apparently they only accept appointments through Instagram and they’re really exclusive. Imagine my surprise when I saw that the artist that turned him down was my precious stubborn little sister.”

Pouting you shoved another piece of tteokbokki in your mouth. “Ah- the idol kid, right? You know I don’t tattoo idols Oppa.” The mystery artist persona wasn’t something that you intentionally built, but it just became who you were. Your SNS was minimal. You only posted photos of your work, no selfies, no personal post, just your art. You didn’t even post the name of your shop. All appointment request were made through your Instagram. People could send photos, or a description of what they wanted and if you agreed, you’d give them the address for a real consultation.

If you were being honest, his message did intrigue you. His idea was refreshing and you’d even sketched out a few ideas for it, but they were both too risky for your traditional clients. Your sketches were a little out of the box, and the chances of him agreeing on something so over the top were zero to none. He was an idol after all.

“You tatted Dean a few weeks ago. What’s the difference?”

“Dean’s not an idol. I don’t wanna be a part of that whole idol tattoo trend.”

“Hey, Junhong is in my company you know he’s not like that. Me, Daehyun, and Yongguk all love tattoos. It’s not some whim. He’s actually thought about this for a while. And you know other artist would be jumping at the chance to tattoo an idol.”

“Then let them do it. I can even recommend him, someone. You know Natasha-Unnie’s protege? She’s really good, she’s Taeil’s artist and-”

“Junhong really wants to be tattooed by you.” he shrugged. “I didn’t tell him how, but I told him I’d put in a good word for him. Just meet with him...And if you still don’t wanna then go ahead and recommend him someone else. Besides, I think Natasha would be a little upset that you turned down her little brother’s dongsaeng.”

“What?” you frowned “You mean he’s in Yongguk-Oppa’s group?” Natasha was a good friend, to you. The Seoul tattoo scene was decently small so you all looked out for one another. It was a family. She even bailed you out of some pretty bad situations with the police so maybe this was a favor worth granting? “Alright….I’ll meet with him.”

“Oh you’d do it for Natasha but not for your big brother”

“Natasha-Unnie is a queen!”

“Yeah, yeah” he smiled standing up, and ruffling your hair. “Well I have a schedule, but I’ll let Junhong know the good news.” He reached for your tteokbokki only to have his hand smacked away. “Yah- Oppa, you wanna lose that hand?”

“Come on share.”

“No. I’m already doing you a favor. Shoo-Yah!”

He chuckled stealing a bite before pecking your hair. “Leave your schedule open for Junhong.”

And that’s exactly how you wound up sitting across from Junhong later that night. When Sleepy told him he got him a consultation, he cleared his schedule immediately and made a beeline to your shop. And Jooyoung had even come into work, finished his client and gone home for the night, leaving you in the most awkward atmosphere with your hopeful client.

Junhong himself was very outgoing, and kind. You two actually vibed really well together. He was just a little too friendly. He was a lot less intimidating on his SNS. Perhaps it was because his height was so understated, or maybe because he was a lot more strikingly handsome in person. He truly was an idol after all.

Junhong stared at you expectantly, a bright smile on his face. “So you’ll really do it Noona?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, I only sketched out a couple ideas…” All he’d messaged you was a quote, a simple line and said that you had free ranged to sketch what you wanted. Honestly, he was an ideal client, save from the fact that he was an idol.

Their Life Is an Art.

All of it.

After seeing your sketches you two managed to combine the ideas, he gave you proper feedback and you found yourself making a stencil for him. You wanted to do a take on Marina Abramovic’s A Relation In Time. You wanted to come up with a tattoo that showed movement, and it wasn’t an easy concept to bring to life but Junhong put his faith in you. He wanted to get it as soon as possible, and you honestly were kinda itching to do it. Glancing over your shoulder you caught him slipping his shirt off to prepare for the stencil. “You sure you want it on your lower stomach? It’s kinda oddly placed?”

“Nah, Noona. I’m sure” he smirked walking over to you. “You almost done?”

As he got closer you pulled back, eyeing him. He was just so tall… And naked...And so damn close. “Back up” you huffed, shooting him a glare.

“Why Noona, you nervous or something?” he smirked “I thought you were a bad ass tattoo artist~”

“I am” you pouted grabbing your tattoo gun, the loud vibrating buzz that emanated from it was enough to at least get him to move back. He crossed his arms over his chest towering over you as you tried to get back to your sketch. “Why’d I have to be the one to tattoo you anyway?” you glanced at him, trying to not let his body distract you from your drawing.

He smiled seeing you shy away from looking at him. “I saw your style and I knew it had to be you...that’s all. You were the only one that could draw what I wanted.”

“Charming me isn’t that easy” you huffed, finishing your stencil.

He shrugged watching you prep your table. “Maybe it is~” Raking his hand through his hair he grinned. “Ya know Noona, I had no idea you were a girl. I just kinda pictured you to be a guy from your SNS, it’s very minimal. Kinda like Yongguk-Hyung”

“Well, I’m full of surprises” you shrugged.

“I’m sure you are.”

“Lay down” you regretted your words the second you saw his sleazy smirk. He strode over to your bench and laid down, brushing his bare body a little too closely against yours. You slid your gloves on and moved to prep the stencil but sighed deeply seeing that he needed to unbutton his pants in over for you to properly fit it. “Can you…”

“Hm? What?” he smiled innocently.

“Yah, forget it. I didn’t need to do this tattoo anyway”

“Relax Noona” he grinned unbuttoning his pants and tugging down his zipper. “I was just playin’”

“That’s fine. You can stop now” you huffed, grabbing his wrist, stopping him from pulling his zipper down any further. Who the hell was this Kid and why were you getting so flustered? You were a professional. This wasn’t your first tattoo, you’d done plenty in more intimate areas, so why were you letting him get under your skin? Admittedly he was good looking, anyone could see that he really was an idol.

But once you were able to lay the stencil down and get to work on the tattoo he’d calm down and his teasing seemed to subside. He looked like he was trying to focus on his breathing and not think about the fact that seven tiny needles are stabbing into his abdomen thousand of times. You didn’t know Junhong very well, but he was being eerily quiet. Maybe he needed a breather? You were so wrapped up in wanting to finish this tattoo, you didn’t even check to see how he was doing. This is his first tattoo after all. After two hours into lining, you wiped his stomach with alcohol. “Alright kid, let’s take a break.” When you finally got a good looked at him he looked so pale, clammy even. His breaths had gotten more shallow over the course of an hour.

He peaked over at you and winced. “I’m alright, we don’t need to”

“Nah, my hand’s cramping and I’m starving. You eat?” you noticed that Junhong was bleeding a little more than he should have for this type of tattoo, and it’ll help him tons to have some energy to tolerate the pain better. “I’m going to grab some chicken from the place next door, you want some?”

“S-sure.”

He was noticeably too drained to even flirt, this tattoo was taking a lot out of him and you felt bad for not taking the proper protocol when prepping him. Something bad could have happened if you didn’t take a break, him passing out during his tattoo would have been horrible.

After eating some chicken and tteokbokki he seemed to be getting his energy back. He was smiling again and vividly just telling you about his life, mostly his dog Mochi and his members. “Hey Noona…” he called out seeing you spacing out. There was something he noticed while he was trying to not pass out during his session. He’d always been surrounded by people with tattoos. Both artist and collectors. From his member to Yongguk’s family. Most of them he could see their ink from a mile away.“If you don’t mind me asking… Why don’t you have tattoos?” he gave you another once over, your arms and chest exposed from your V- neck t-shirt, and a good amount of your legs peaked through your ripped jeans.

Leaning on your hand you smirked. “Who said I didn’t have tattoos?”

His brows furrowed as his stare lingered on the parts of your skin that was covered. Snapping your fingers you smiled. “Hey, eyes up here Kid”

“But where…?” he asked before his reasoning caught up to his curiosity. “Is it a small tattoo or something? Like Daehyun-Hyung’s?”

“My tattoos are intimate” Seeing him pout you laughed “For example…I have a whole back piece...And I have these” you showed the inside of your wrist. If the light hit it properly he could see a small star, made in white ink. It was damn near invisible, and about half an inch big “I have seven of these.:

“Where are the other ones?” he licked his lips, eyes raking down your body again.

“No one’s ever found all seven” you smiled proudly.

“I want to” there was such a dark look in his eyes as he stared at you. His gaze lingering on the parts of your skin, where there could be a hidden star.

“And that’s enough of a break” you laughed standing up and taking a swig of your water. “Finish this, and drink your juice box. We need you hydrated and need to keep your sugar up.” Stretching your arms over your head, you loosened up your muscles in anticipation for the next leg of the session.

Junhong poutily sipped on his juice box. He couldn’t help but watch you stretch. It was a relatively innocent act. He’d seen the dancers in his company stretch similarly, but he was never compelled to watch them. Your shirt rode up just slightly, displaying the top of your hip bones. That was a pretty intimate spot, there had to be a star there.

“Can I help you?” you glanced over at him, he probably didn’t realize how focused he look. A small pout on his face, and a deep furrow in his brows.

“N-no.” he blushed, settling back onto the bench.

The rest of the session came and went and honestly his tattoo was some of your best work. Cleaning the tattoo one final time you nudged him. “Alright, kid you’re done.” Seeing his face light up as he looked in the mirror, reminded you of just how much you loved tattooing.

“Noona this is perfect” he grinned.

It was just about midnight when you finally finished up. “Man I’m tired” you yawned removing your gloves. You got him bandaged up and closed up the shop, walking him to the street.

You could feel Junhong staring at you as you walked down the street, as if he was trying to find the nerve to ask you something. If there was one thing that bothered you more than his flirting was him being nervous about it. Sighing you raked your hand through your hair. “Are you gonna ask me out or what?”

“Y-You want me to?” he stuttered blushing.

Shrugging you smiled. Maybe it was because it was so late, or maybe it was because it’s been awhile since your last date, But something about him made you feel like reciprocating advances. It was obvious that his flirting was all talk, he was just trying to see if he can get a rise out of you. But what would he do if you pushed back? “You old enough to drink kid?”

There were definitely worse things in life than finding yourself at a bar with Junhong, and after your third drink, you’d admit that he was even kind of charming.

He leaned his head on his hand and you tossed back another shot. “You’re really pretty…” he mumbled more so to himself; pouting over his drink.

“Oh yeah? You think so?” Smirking you leaned into him, quirking a brow. “Then make a move”

“Can I?” he eyes you hesitantly.

“You know for someone who was so flirty before you’re kinda shy when it comes to initiation”

“I’m not sh-y” his voice broke as you moved closer, your nose brushing against his. He took in a shallow breath as you stared at him with hooded eyes. He cleared his throat wanting to save face. “I’m just not a fan of rejection…”

You grinned seeing him shy away, trying to avoid eye contact with you. “Junhong-ah...” you whispered grabbing his attention. The moment he turned to face you, you pressed your lips against his; Pulling him closer by his jacket.

You could feel him hesitate for a brief moment before taking over the kiss completely. Grabbing you by your lower back, he pulled you into him. Pressing your body against his as his tongue flicked over the roof of your mouth. You grinned threading your fingers through his hair. “Mmmm…”

And over tangled limbs, desperate kisses, and hooded eyes you two somehow managed to make it back to your place. It was farther than his but being that he lived in a dorm, you really didn’t feel like taking those chances.

You’d dropped your keys three times, while trying to unlock the door. Your hands shaking at his teasing. “Nnn...Yah..” you huffed.

“Open the door Noona” he whispered huskily against your ear, pressing himself against your back. His long fingers teasing the waistband of your jeans.

“I would if somebody would cool it for a sec.” you blushed heavily turning the key finally. “I have neighbors you know.”

He chuckled walking you inside, and shutting the door behind you. “They’re gonna hear you anyway.”

Grabbing your hips, he lifted you up easily and set you on your bed. He made quick work of his shirt before tugging at your jeans playfully. Leaning back on our elbows you giggled as he struggled with your skinny jeans. “You do realize that your tattoo is gonna hurt like hell if we try to have sex?”

“You say that now?” he scoffed. “I’ll manage” he grunted finally getting them down your leg. He crawled back onto the bed, moving toward your lips.

Smiling, you bit down on your lower lip, moving back teasingly. Sliding his hand up the length of your long, soft legs. His fingers lingering over the tattooed script on your upper thigh. He smirked, pressing a soft kiss against it. “Found one” His eyes darkened as he flashed them up at you. “I’m gonna find all your stars too.”

“You’ll try~” you winked moving back

He gripped your thighs and tugged you down toward him. “Gottcha”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped your lips as he pinned your arms down. “I guess you did. What are you gonna do with me?”

“I can think of a few things…” Lifting your t-shirt inch by inch, he grinned at each new tattoo he exposed. The beautiful arrayment of ink that decorated your body was breathtaking. He’d trace each one, following his touch with a kiss. His smile widened seeing the intricate geometric flower between your underbust. “This is beautiful…” he smiled kissing his way across your skin. “I found a star…” he flicked his tongue against the seemingly empty spot, due to the white ink. It was small and subtle, but once he saw he couldn’t shake it.

Your back arched at each of his kisses but feeling his tongue you let out a whimper. “You plan on just teasing me all night?” you glared down at him, your wrist still trapped under his grip.

“Maybe” he grinned against your skin. “I like how you react to my teasing…” his kisses moved up to your breast, his lips ghosting over your nipple before taking them into his mouth. “Mmm..”

Your head fell back into the mattress feeling him tug on them. “Besides your moans are so pretty Noona~” He moved to hold down your wrist with one hand, keeping them above your head as his free hand teased your nipple, flicking it playfully.

“F-Fight me” you huffed, trying to fight back your blush. You hated being helpless. It was more so a turn on than anything, you just weren’t expecting it from Junhong of all people.

“You may not know this Noona, but you’re not very intimidating in this state” he laughed softly. “You’re actually just really cute” he whispered against you, placing a peck just beneath your ear.

“Junhong-ah...” you panted, turning your head toward him.

Junhong was pretty confident about the whole situation. There was something so satisfying about hearing your sweet moans. But despite having you pinned beneath him, hearing you called his name got him all flustered. He turned toward you, letting you pull him into a kiss. Smiling against your lips as your mouth coaxed his open. “Mmm…”

You grinned tugging his lower lip, between your teeth. He was so distracted by your kiss and holding you, he hadn’t even noticed he let up his grip on your wrist. Your hand slid down his muscular chest, and abs, grazing carefully past his new tattoo. Gripping his waistband you undid his zipper, stroking him. “You’re so hard…”

“Your fault…” he blushed kissing your neck.

“Mine?” you giggled. “Then let me take responsibility for it?”

“S-Seriously?” he pulled away from you, to get a better look of your face.

Laughing you shook your head. “What type of one-sided body worship did you think I was into?” pushing him onto the bed, you crawled over his body. “I like reciprocating affection” You winked, running your hand through your hair. “But I’m a little more into instant gratification” you made you way lower, pulling his length out of his pants. Your hands wrapping around him and stroking him harder. “Mmmm…” You slid your tongue down his base, grinning as he whimpered. “I kinda like you like this”

He chuckled. “Hell, I like me like this” he chewed on his bottom lip.

Feeling you nip at his member he winced, clutching his eyes shut as you teased him. Your thumb rolling over his head, spreading his precum. “Sex might be a little too hard on your tattoo...I don’t wanna make it too sore.” You placed a soft kiss, just below his tattoo. “But we can still do everything else” you grinned.

He hummed happily. “Can I get an I.O.U?”

“Deal~” you giggled pecking his lips.

This was by far the most comfortable you’d ever slept. You were usually pretty cold in your bed, but Junhong was a giant radiator. Although it was pretty hilarious to see him try and cram himself onto your bed. It took a little finessing and involved a lot of cuddling but you two made it work. You smiled feeling kisses down your neck. “Mmm… How long have you been awake?”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck and tugged you into his chest. “Not long” His fingertips danced along your hip. “I was so distracted by everything else last night, I didn’t see your sexy back tattoo…” he nipped at your earlobe. “I even found another little star…”

You giggled. “Four more to go”

Rolling you onto your back he grinned, his nose brushing down yours. “Noona...I think I know your body pretty well...and I promise you, there’s no way you could have four more stars anywhere…” he tugged on your upper lip.

“I guess you weren’t all that thorough” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Then I guess we’re gonna need another round” he tugged your blanket away, tossing it off the bed.

End?

Man I can’t believe I wrote 10 pages of this ;__; I’ve been working on this since the day Zelo showed his tattoo, I was so inspired. If you guys liked it please let me know! Your messages mean the world to me <3 There might even be a part two for you guys if you’re interested~ 

Also, shout out to @baby-you-are-just-write for beta-ing XD If you guys read her amazing Love Written In Ink series you would’ve caught my reference of her MC in the beginning ;) Woot cohesive tattoo universe! 

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Seasons Change (Chapter 1)

Genre: fluff (Yoongi x OC feat. Jimin)

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: You seem like a complete mess compared to the composed stranger you meet on the bus one morning, but after years of aimlessly drifting through life, he might be the one bit of inspiration you need to stay grounded.

Summer

You step onto the bus just as the doors are about to close, out of breath and probably looking like a frazzled mess. You grimace after receiving a few glares from the others for holding up the bus and possibly making them late to whatever event they’re off to.

Mumbling an apology, you search for an open seat, but most of them are full, the others shared with one of the disgruntled looking passengers. You’re about to give up and take a chance on a snobby businesswoman when you see a glimmer of hope at the very back of the bus. He’s slumped against the window, gazing out and paying no mind to the disheveled weirdo at the front of the bus.

You quickly make your way to the empty spot beside him, trying your best not to be too much of a disturbance to any other people who are already irritated with you. Of course, you fail, nearly tripping over someone’s foot and dropping your bag in your haste. But even after the commotion, he never so much as glances in your direction. Eventually, you collapse into the seat and toss the bag onto the floor in front of you with a relieved sigh. You try to smooth down some pieces of hair that flew astray from your short trek.

“Thanks,” you whisper gratefully.

At that moment, the man finally looks at you. He squints like he’s only just now realized that you‘re there next to him and then nods. You smile politely and get halfway through a greeting before seeing the earphones hidden under his hair. The dark brown locks are flattened beneath a black cap.

You mouth “sorry” and turn back to the bag at your feet, pulling out your own pair of earphones. You gaze longingly out the window the stranger is leaning on.

Honestly, you’re slightly jealous that he got to a window seat before you. It usually helps you think when you can stare at the beautiful scenery around you. You contemplate asking to switch but quickly decide against it. He’s already kind enough to let you sit here, even after delaying everyone, and anything more could cause him to change his mind.

Besides, you have to admit that the view right next to you isn’t so bad either.

The stranger has a look about him that you can only describe as a soft elegance. Some features are rounded like his nose while others have a bit of an edge like his jaw, but they all work together perfectly. He isn’t the conventional standard of handsome that you see every day, but that’s what makes him so refreshing.

Slowly, cautiously, you reach into your bag and pull out the notebook you keep just in case. It had gone untouched for so long that you had forgotten how the smooth surface felt on your fingertips. Not wanting to waste the first spark of inspiration in years, you immediately get to work.

You start with the easiest part for you and trace the jaw, allowing your pencil to move freely with every line. The point dips into the paper delicately as it follows the path along his jaw and moves onto the neck, nose, ears.

The outline is there, meant to be a rough sketch instead of a fully detailed art piece, but you’re still bothered by not being able to picture the way his eyes are set. His face is towards the window in such a way that shields them from view. You lean over in your seat, pretending to grab something from your bag, but you still can’t see them well enough. You sit back up with a defeated sigh, closing the cover of your notebook, when a quiet clearing of a throat grabs your attention. Turning your head to the sound, you meet those same eyes that were such a mystery before.

Uh oh. Busted.

You expect to see the usual hint of irritation under a polite façade that you’re so used to getting from people, but you don’t. Rather, his dark irises are lit with a small spark of curiosity.

“You would probably be better off taking a picture,” he mumbles, but his tone isn’t malicious. “I was trying to stay still, but I think my neck started cramping up.” He rubs the back of his neck, as if for emphasis.

“Oh. No no, it’s okay. I was just…just…” You were prepared to fire off an explanation, a regular occurrence after being caught so many times before, but this was definitely not what you expected.

A nearly microscopic lift at the corners of his mouth has you smiling like an idiot, which you quickly try to hide with a forced cough.

“Actually, I don’t really like taking pictures. Never as good as drawing the real thing. Which doesn’t make any sense does it? Because drawing is kind of the same thing as a picture. I don’t know. Besides, the camera in my phone isn’t very good anyways and…” you ramble off, realizing how ridiculous you must sound. But he gives you an understanding nod like he knows exactly what you mean and looks away.

“Sorry for bothering you,” you say, embarrassed. You definitely seem like a crazy person.

The bus reaches your stop in the city half an hour later. You gather your stuff together, the awkward situation from before almost completely forgotten. Almost.

You jump up before the bus can even come to a complete stop, practically fleeing from the stranger. You can’t risk another humiliating encounter this morning or you might actually implode. In your haste to get off, you miss the last step and lose your footing. Before you are able to tumble to your death, two hands grip your sides firmly, stabilizing you.

“Be careful,” a voice grumbles in your ear. The hands are immediately pulled back again, leaving you to clumsily step off.

You whip around to thank whoever helped you, but he’s already walking in the other direction down the street, that same brown hair peaking beneath a black cap.

“____! ____! A little help over here please?” Jimin shouts to you, knocking you out of your reverie. The man is glancing around frantically to get someone’s attention. He’s carrying a large pile of dirty dishes on the verge of crashing to the floor.

“Sorry! Sorry!” you yell back, feeling like the millionth time you’ve had to say that today. You snap into action, rushing from your spot behind the counter to take on a few plates. You trail after Jimin into the kitchen area behind a swinging door and place the plates in the sink, rinsing them off with the large hose beside it.

You can feel him casting worried glances to the side at you, a worried expression wrinkling his brow, but you ignore him, determined on getting an especially sticky substance to come off. Eventually, after every cup and piece of silverware is scrubbed clean, Jimin dries his hands on his apron and turns to you.

“So are you going to tell me what’s up or do I have to beg you?” he asks, hands on his hips.

You sigh, knowing that there’s no way to escape the interrogation. Of course, it’s absurd to still be stuck on the bus incident, but you can’t ignore the warmth you get in your chest when you recall the feeling from drawing again. A feeling you thought you’d lost a long time ago.

“I met this guy-“

“I knew it! It’s always a guy.” Jimin smiles triumphantly, thinking he’s cracked the code.

“No, Jimin. Not like that.” When he waves his hand for more details, you groan and hang your head. “I completely humiliated myself.”

“What? How?”

“Because he…” you trail off, afraid to even say the next words. “He caught me trying to draw him.”

“Wait-what?” his voice raises, and you have to shush him so none of the customers at the front hear. You’re thankful for the loud banging of pots and pans from other workers and chefs. “You’re drawing again? But I thought you couldn’t-“

“Yeah so did I. But I don’t know…I saw that guy and I guess something just happened ya know? It was weird but…”

“But what?”

“But good. Really good.” You smile to yourself.

“Hey! What are you two doing in there? We still have customers!” you both jump at the owner’s booming voice and bump into each other trying to hurry out of the kitchen.

After yet another long day of taking orders and busting tables, you want nothing more than to take a hot shower and curl up in bed until noon. Unfortunately, you have to suffer through another bus ride before you can do either.

You stand at the bus stop, rocking back and forth in your sneakers while you wait. It finally pulls up, and you get on, suddenly receiving an odd rush of anticipation as you peer over everyone’s heads, seeking out the person from earlier in the day. Surprisingly, you spot him and begin walking up the aisle, a smile forming on your lips.

But as you approach closer, you notice the bag resting on the seat next to him. The seat you were sitting just hours before. The smile instantly drops from your face.

Just then the man looks up at you, and wordlessly slides the bag off the seat to sit at his own feet. “My name is Yoongi by the way.”

A/N: okay i guess i lied…this probably wont be a miniseries. why cant i just write a oneshot like everyone else ughhh

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Tagged by @dazzelmethat, thank you! If you read this consider yourself tagged, haHA! (seriously I love seeing mutuals do these things so do the thing if you feel like it please)

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   coke or pepsi? Coke (cherry cola is my one true love)    disney or dreamworks? Disney    coffee or tea? Ugh just water please, I don't like either    books or movies? I wanna say books but the last time I read one was early last year D: I love reading, but it's not something you can do while doing something else and I'm a multitask master. So just put on a movie and let me draw at the same time and I'll be happy.    windows or mac? Windows, get more bang for your buck. I've worked with both and don't get why people hate Windows and adore Mac, I can take or leave both.    dc or marvel? Honestly I don't really have a preference. I like the Marvel movies better because they're less serious though.    xbox or playstation? Both and Wii and PC gimme everything (if I really have to pick, Playstation)    night owl or early riser? Early riser, I am very good at getting up and start crashing in the afternoon.    cards or chess? Cards, but only because I don't know how to play chess (I'd probably be bad at it, I'm not very strategic)    chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate    vans or converse? Converse, I get about 1 new pair a year. They're actually falling apart right now, almost time to refresh.    star wars or star trek? Star Trek and specifically Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise    one episode per week or marathoning? Marathoning like whoa. We're currently binging the Friday the 13th movies and The Office US    gandalf or obi-wan? Gandalf, I have a crush on Ian McKellen.    heroes or villains? Villains are usually more interesting (if done well) but I have a maaajor soft spot for good good boys *cough*Anduin*cough*    john williams or hans zimmer? I know both do music but honestly I don't know the difference D:    disneyland/disney world or six flags? Disney, the Six Flags here had a big focus on roller coasters (I’m not sure if that’s their theme or whatever XD) and I'm not too fond of those.    forest or sea? I grew up really close to the sea, it was basically 2 streets down, so it's not that special to me. Also the sea wants to kill us Dutchies, so, forest.    flying or reading minds? Flying, but only because I don't want to be able to read minds haha    twin peaks or northern exposure? Uhh...?    harry potter or lord of the rings? Harry Potter! I started reading the Lord of the Rings as a teen but gave up when Frodo woke up in Rivendell, it was so boring. Harry Potter kept me thoroughly entranced.    cake or pie? I had to look up the difference but yes cake all the cake    you are banished to a desert island, which benedict cumberbatch character would you choose to take with you? What did I do to deserve this fate? D: Would the Benedict Cumberbatch character readily assist? Because if yes, Smaug or Dr. Strange so he can get me out of there and we can both go our separate ways so I can live my life as an exile in peace.    train or cruise ship? Train, I get a little sea sick and have come to enjoy commuting by train. Filled out this thing on the train!    brian cox or neil degrasse-tyson? I have no idea who Brian Cox is and only know Neil Degrasse-Tyson from the memes and his tweets where he likes to look really smart and deep haha. So Neil I guess?    wizard of oz or alice in wonderland? Wizard of Oz, never really got into Alice.    fanfiction or fanart? Fanart, because it gives pretty arts to look at, even if I don't know the characters. I'm not really in any fandoms so there's nothing I want to read fanfic about.    the hunger games - books or movies? Books, but I find the movies are very loyal adaptations. You don't get Katniss' inner monologues though so in the movies she's just :|    be able to see the future or travel into the past? Hmm hmm well if you could travel into the past you actually also see the future because you're future you right. Like, what kind of time travel rules are these? Future Trunks? Karin is Yuri's mother? I need more details!    han solo or luke skywalker? Luke, I guess.    lilacs or sunflowers? I don't like flowers, but I enjoy purple more than yellow, so lilacs.    spring or autumn? Autumn because it gets cold and I can bundle up hmm.    campfire or fireplace? Both set everything on fire mwahahaha!    french fries or onion rings? French fries.    truth or dare? Truth, I'm pretty honest anyway and dares are usually dumb and mean.    winter or summer? Winter for sure!    vampires or werewolves? There's a bit of folklore that says if a werewolf dies and it's not taken care of properly they might turn into a vampire huh I wonder if this is relevant to any of my characters I sure hope not hmm    red or blue? Blue    eyes or lips? Eyes    burgers or sandwiches? Burgers! But they tend to leave me with really bad stomach aches because apparently a slab of meat on a bun is bad if you don't eat meat much ;p    friends-to-lovers or enemies-to-lovers trope? Friends to lovers, I like seeing the relationship build    pizza or pasta? Pizza but honestly I really love both    ancient rome or ancient greece? You know these are kind of the same thing in my brain haha! But since I was really interested in Greek mythology as a teen, let's go with Greece.    foxes or wolves? Wolves    mermaids or dragons? Dragons are really dumb I don't know why anyone would even think about making a bunch of dragon oc's and then making a comic about them what idiots people are >_> (I did want to be a mermaid when I was a kid, growing up watching Ariel really did a number on me)    kate bush or madonna? Madonna, I honestly don't like Kate's voice very much sorry :(    the office or parks and recreation? Parks and recreation    lions or tigers? They are both big kitties, give me more big kitties!    digimon or pokemon? Pokymans    youtube poop or youtube memes? Poops please

   my question: elves or dwarves?