#huh i think i just made a breakthrough

[pocketramblr]

How cosmere aware can a guy be without knowing about the sixteen shards cmon man

[volivolition]

what's the theme you're fucking going for here voliiii!!! what are you fucking getting at!!! what are you trying to say, what's the point??

[starkeyisthelastname]

pornstar!rafe who is a well known in the industry for being cocky, dirty as fuck and ruthless to any girl he shot a scene with. 👅

You were nervous, to say the least, as you sat in the chair, getting your makeup done for the scene you were shooting today. Being fairly new to the porn industry, getting booked to do a scene with one of the most popular male stars was a huge breakthrough for you. Your agent had told you not to watch any scenes with him, as she wanted everything with Rafe to be raw. You had heard rumors though that he was a big deal to work with, and was known for being ruthless to the girls he shot with.

You heard his voice, making your head turn from its spot as you saw him for the first time. He was tall, his frame massive as he towered over the director as they spoke. His side profile was beautiful with his head full of messy dirty blonde hair, a nose that looked like it would hit your clit perfectly, and a smile that made your heart race. Even in casual clothes, he looked amazing and the fact this man was going to rail you today had your nerves even higher than they were to begin with.

It was when his blue eyes met yours, wearing a smirk on his handsome face, did you quickly turn your head back to focus on the makeup artist that was starting to apply the glittery gloss to your pretty lips. You definitely were embarrassed you got caught staring at the Rafe Cameron, and hoped to god he didn’t say anything.

“Why you gettin shy for, huh?” His question, startling you as he now stood behind you. You looked up to see him in the reflection of the mirror, same cocky smirk plastered across his face. Something about his presence was extremely intimidating, but in a way where you felt your pussy throbbing. You weren’t sure if it was his striking blue eyes, his impressive height or the thick mustache above his upper lip, but you knew he was going to fuck your soul out.

The low chuckle from him, made you snap out of your thoughts as he gave the makeup artist a small smile before stepping closer. He leaned his head down, the feeling of his mustache now against your ear. “You wanna play shy? That’s fine. Just don’t think I’m gonna take it easy on your gorgeous little self. You have no idea who you are about to get fucked by.”

been thinking about this for a while 💖 but giving a thank you to @24kmar for saying this era of drew looks like a pornstar and my bae @starkeysprincess for her mood board she posted 😜 decided i had to give you guys this version of rafe.

[mamawasatesttube]

Ouuugh so many good options, i suppose 9 or 15 for the prompts

9. "It will be better in the morning."

"I've decided," Tim announces, "that I have a cure for nightmares."

He doesn't look like he's in much of a position to be announcing any kind of breakthrough; he's swaddled in a throw blanket and curled up against Kon's chest, his hair impressively disheveled and his cheeks still a little blotchy from tears. He kind of reminds Kon of one of those baby chicks that've just hatched and are mad about it, with the barely-dried downy fuzz sticking every which way. The yellow lamplight glimmers in his eyes as he peeps up at Kon's face, expectant.

Kon hums. Purrs louder as he keeps rocking the recliner back and forth, slow and gentle. "Is it drinking your hot chocolate and listening to Car Talk until you fall back asleep?"

Tim scoffs. "No." He pauses, wrinkling his nose a little. "I mean. I'll drink the hot chocolate, since you made it for me and all. But no. I'm simply never gonna sleep ever again. Foolproof."

Kon snorts, scrunching his hand through Tim's hair. Tim takes a soft breath, only a little shaky, and then smushes his face into the crook of Kon's neck again. His breath tickles a little against Kon's skin.

"Babe," Kon says. "Sorry to break it to you, but you literally fall asleep on me every single movie night. You're, like, the archetypical dad from every single tweet about dads who fall asleep five minutes into movies. And you aren't even an actual dad."

Tim huffs, a tiny puff of token offense. "I could change." His fingers curl into Kon's shirt. "Can't have a flashback in your sleep if you never sleep again."

"Yeah, you'll just start having sleep deprivation hallucinations." Kon kisses the top of his head. It's late enough it's almost early; he stifles a yawn. The last thing he wants is for Tim to feel guiltier than he already does for keeping him up. "Besides, you love sleeping."

Tim heaves a great, despondent sigh. "I do love sleeping," he admits, a little morose. "Sucks when sleeping doesn't love me back."

"I love you back," Kon coos.

He can feel Tim's lips quirk into a tiny smile against his collarbone. "You're such a giant cheese," Tim mumbles. He doesn't say it back, not with words, but the brush of his lips in the tiniest whisper of a kiss tells Kon everything loud and clear.

Kon purrs a little harder. He likes having Tim here, bundled up in his arms. Likes knowing he makes him feel safer. Likes that he can make him smile after he woke up screaming. "Too bad you're lactose intolerant, huh?"

"I already took my Lactaid to drink the hot chocolate, so shut up." Kon just knows he's rolling his eyes.

"Speaking of which, it's probably a good temperature now," Kon says, and wraps his TTK around the mug to float it over from the side table. "Here."

Tim's hands creep out of the throw blanket to wrap around the mug. He shifts in Kon's arms and sighs again, sitting up to take a tiny sip. His face already looks a little better, cheeks a little less flushed. "Mm. Yeah," he agrees. "...Thanks."

"Always." Kon gives him a gentle squeeze. "Drink up, and then we can just chill before we go back to bed. It'll be better in the morning."

"Mn." Tim makes a noncommittal noise. But he does keep sipping his hot chocolate, and his heart rate is a lot closer to baseline than it was a little while ago. "Guess so."

He twists in Kon's arms suddenly, cups Kon's jaw in one hand, and kisses him. Kon melts like sugar in the rain, the way he always does when Tim kisses him. Tim's lips are a little chapped. He tastes of cocoa and marshmallow fluff.

Tim breaks that kiss, then bumps his nose against Kon's, a silent gesture of gratitude. He blinks at him once, then goes back to his hot chocolate.

Kon smiles and holds him just a bit tighter. The marshmallows on Tim's mouth are definitely sweet, but he can think of something sweeter.

[soumarhea]

Me, trying to articulate my thoughts and failing miserably: The Headcanon Post. wtf does that mean? idfk my brain farted. In all honesty, after rereading this post myself, it actually have no clear direction at all, so...

Planes #1 must take place in 2013.

This global map for the Wings Around The Globe Rally straight up says the race Dusty participates in is held in 2013. We can argue that since this is only shown in The Art of Planes (I don't remember if it is shown in the film, correct me if it is), it's a concept art and not the final product, so it may or may not be true.

If Planes took place in 2013, Planes: Fire & Rescue should take place within 2014 - 2017, for one reason and one reason only; CHoPs... and Nick, but yes CHoPs.

Meet The Planes : Fire & Rescue specifically mentioned CHoPs, the World of Cars-ified TV show CHiPs, was created in 1977, just like the irl show. Additionally, it was also mentioned that Nick became "America's favorite helicopter cop" by 1978.

CHoPs ran for 139 episodes, as offhandedly mentioned by Dipper, just like CHiPs. And since it have the same amount of episodes, we can assume CHoPs also ended in 1983, like CHiPs.

So, CHoPs ends in 1983, after Nick had his fatal stunt accident.

Nick was 36 when he died. We can argue that because the other pictures on the Wall of Heroes was replaced or edited in the final cut of the film, (I've made a post about this), it would mean this is just the concept art. So we can't really rely heavily on this. But the film doesn't give us any clear shot of this specific newspaper clipping, so I'm more inclined to believe this is still true in-universe. (If anyone want to try reading that news clip, be my guest. I don't have the brain power enough to try reading all that blurs.)

There's other post discussing about this; in the film proper, there's six tally marks beside Nick's picture, and I'm also convinced that the tally was made in increment of five. So, every five years a new tally was added beside Nick's.

So, six tally marks = 30 years, and 30 - 34 years after 1983 would be 2013 - 2017. (If it's 2018, there would be seven tally marks, since 35 years would've already passed.)

Which means, doesn't matter what specific year it is, if Nick was still alive he'd be at least 67 (if F&R is 2014) and at most 70 (if F&R is 2017).

Blade should be younger than Nick. Just because Blade is bigger doesn't mean he's the older one.

The closest helicopter model to Nick that I could find is the MD 500 series (specifically MD 500E), and the development of that model series can be traced back to early 1960s. (We can argue that MD 500E specifically was released in 1982 if I have my facts right, but Nick grew his popularity in 1978, with his CHoPs breakthrough role. So, how old the basis model is doesn't always dictates how old the character is, which would make this entire thing moot so why am I still yapping.)

The helicopter models listed as inspirations for Blade's fictional model, as listed on the P:F&R Wikipedia page, are the Agustawestland AW109, Agustawestland AW139, and Bell 429 GlobalRanger (I will make a post on why I think so too). And the oldest model of the three is the AW109, which starts development during the late 1960s.

All of this just to say that Blade is somewhere in his early to mid 60s by the time of Fire & Rescue. Which means...

huh. Well... this has been a waste of my time. This is what happened when a mf doesn't check the facts first! I'm hitting post anyway. Is this is sunk cost fallacy? YES.

I still think Blade is the younger one of the two tho. I don't know. I just think he is, and therefore, he just is. Did I make any sense? I don't think I made any sense, and I'm the one who wrote this entire damn thing!

[cherrylovelycherry]

Hi! I love how you write angst and it is perfect whenever I crave for some.

As I am into an angst spree, and i saw your requests open, could I request some bittersweet angst? I don't really have any ideas lol but maybe with Zhongli? Or Diluc? Al Haitham is fine too, haha.

Another name

pairing. zhongli x gn!reader cw/genre. some bittersweet to pure angst, no comfort, begging, toxic relationship, do not imitate. masterlist! requests open! note. Hi Anon, here is what you requested, as you didn't specify pronouns I opted to make them neutral (easier for me to make them with "You") I hope that's ok and that you enjoy it. By the time I finish writing this I feel I've made it more angsty, I hope it's still ok, sorry.

Things were obvious to both of you, or at least to you. It was nothing new to know that he was with you only because of the physical resemblance to his previous deceased partner. The worst part of it was that even knowing the situation, you loved him too much to leave him.

You were sitting next to him, while he was combing his hair. Suddenly he called you by the name of his previous partner, not for the first time.

"My name is Y/N…you know that, don't you?" you said to Zhongli, by the correction he apparently got annoyed, to the point of ignoring you but not just for that day, he ignored you for a whole week.

He started to become distant, almost as he always did when you repeated or contradicted his words. You tried to think at first that he was just busy.

Now you found yourself walking leisurely through Liyue; it was a quiet afternoon. The breeze was blowing, the birds were singing, it was nice. Zhongli saw you, but avoided you. You had no idea that he had passed by because you were busy in your own little world.

You missed the caresses he gave you a week ago, before you corrected him. His warm kisses on your forehead and the pats on his head. It was strange that he ignored you for so long, normally it was over in hours, like two months ago.

"I'm sorry." He said, hugging your waist from behind, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

You had just fought about something he mentioned, you got a little upset, but didn't comment. Seeing you uncomfortable, he got annoyed too, and everyone went to a different part of the house.

And here he was now, pressing soft kisses on your jaw and the back of your neck, his hands caressing your waist.

"Ah, it's okay, Zhongli." You spoke, turning to see him and giving him a small kiss. He, of course, smiled at the action.

Oh, how you wanted it to be like that this time.

Later, you returned home, Zhongli was already there.

"Zhongli, please don't ignore me." You approached with hesitant steps to the couch where he was sitting while reading a book.

Zhongli raised his head to look at you. You couldn't tell what he was feeling from his serious face. "Come here, sit with me." He spoke, putting his book aside.

That was a breakthrough, at least he responded to you. You moved closer and he grabbed your hand as he made you sit next to him. With another hand he began to stroke your hair gently. "It's okay now, I'm not upset anymore." Zhongli said, finally mentioning his former partner's name again as he continued the caresses.

You felt a lump in your throat, your body tensed as you heard him call you by that name, again.

"Zhongli…" You started to speak, your mouth feeling dry. "…that's not my name." Inside you were afraid that he would be annoyed again and ignore you, but you couldn't, you needed to tell him that that wasn't your name.

"…" Zhongli's hand in your hair tightened, instantly stopping the movement. You exhaled tiredly, you were starting to get fed up with the situation.

"I'm afraid to say this isn't working." He said, pulling his hand away from your hair, his tone was distant and with his gaze fixed on the wall.

"Huh?" you blurted out in surprise. "What do you mean?" feeling your body tense.

"That this isn't working." He said again. His gaze was now fixed on you and his tone was firm and distant.

"I can't even say I'm completely happy here with you because it's not true. I still love the person who looks like you but is no longer here."

"I-" Zhongli's words echoed in your head. "No, you don't really mean it…do you?" your voice cracked as you spoke. You were getting desperate, you couldn't let yourself break up with him, you loved him too much.

"I'm sorry, it was a mistake to have thought this could work. I see clearly now how different you are from her." He exhaled, getting up from the couch.

"…" You felt your life flash before your eyes. Reacting just as he got up from the couch, "No, please-" Hesitantly, you moved towards him quickly. "Please, let's not break up, please."

Tears soon began to fall from your eyes, the lump in your throat beginning to form into small, suppressed sobs.

Zhongli just stood there, saying nothing. He looked at you with a cold and firm countenance.

You, in an act of desperation at his firm resolve, knelt before him, grabbing his legs in an attempt to keep him from leaving. "Please, Zhongli, don't leave me-" you spoke, sobbing.

"I'll let you call me by her name, please don't leave."

Zhongli seeing you like this, felt some remorse, seeing your great despair reflected on your face, he merely sighed.

"I'm sorry, but no." He said, moving forward and releasing the grip you had on his legs.

"Please, Zhongli, don't-"

Everything was happening so fast now. Watching him advance to the door you got up from the ground and followed him. "Don't go, please, I beg you…" Your words were cut off by crying. You repeated the same words, trying not to let him cross the door.

Zhongli stood in the doorway, analysing everything he was doing. He did not turn around, nor did he make a move. He just said; "I'm sorry…goodbye."

He walked out of the house, never to return.

You tried to run, but ended up tripping over your foot and fell to the ground on your knees. "Please don't leave me-"

"Don't leave me, Zhongli…" You sobbed, lying there on the ground, slowly crumbling to pieces. You didn't care if people heard or saw what was happening.

You felt your head explode, this couldn't be true, maybe you shouldn't have complained about what he called you by a name that wasn't yours and never will be yours. You felt guilty for his departure.

"Why are you leaving me, come back" echoed in your mind, watching his figure wander through the streets of Liyue.

"What should I do without you, Zhongli?" you murmured, letting the tears continue to wet your face, making no attempt to wipe them away.

note. Never repeat what you read. Never beg someone.

©cherrylovelycherry do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[shinhoebakuhoekitten]

I like to think that shinsou never really understood the sexual potential of his quirk as he was growing up because he was so insecure about it in the first place because he thought it was a quirk you could only use for evil. But as he grew more confident and trained to use it work in his favor, his insecurities definitely lighten up and he’s not afraid to use it in front of others. But imagine one fateful day, maybe his friends make a casual joke to him about how they would use his quirk in bed if they had it. Shinsou proceeds to have an internal breakthrough and kinda regrets that he didn’t think of that in the first place. but it’s never too late is it? he gives some lame excuse to leave and can’t wait to get home and try it on you <3 (w/ consent ofc)

Anon with the big brain. Thank you 💕

Also, I always accept prompts/requests/thoughts fyi.

It gets brought up so causally too, imagine Shinso is out with Denki, Izuku, Bakugo and Kiri at Bakugos place for a dudes night since they hadn’t all seen each other much once they all became pro hero’s. It’s a casual Saturday night filled with gaming and booze.

Denki has a had a few too many and the already loose lip hero becomes a menace once tipsy because he does not know how to shut his damn mouth.

“I had her squirting in under a minute with a combination of my tongue and quirk. She’s already texted me to come see her tomorrow, so sounds like I’m getting lucky again.” Denki is already beginning to get a slight slur to his voice, signaling Bakugo to bring out the non alcoholic beer for him since he always got like this.

“Uh huh Denks, whatever you say.” Shinso muttered as he threw Kiris character in Smash over the platform, signaling a win.

Shinso took a swig of his beer as Kiri passed the controller over to Izuku, muttering how he never wins this damn game.

“Well what about you?” Denki starts “tried your quirk on that pretty girlfriend of yours yet or are you too chickenshit.”

A loud ‘Ha!’ Erupted from Bakugos lips as he looked to the lavender hair man, quirking his eyebrow as if to say ‘Well, have you?’

Shinso fixed the way he was sitting against the bottom of the couch as he selected his character, trying to act nonchalant as he replied

“No, I’ve actually never used my quirk on anyone because I don’t need it to fuck anyone dumb.”

A ‘Oooo’ escaped Kiris lips as Izuku looked at Shinso, shock prominent on his face.

“Really? You’ve never used it before? I figured it would make sex more thrilling.”

The game started before Shinso could reply and he allowed that time to think about what everyone was saying. It wasn’t news to anyone that when most people learned of Shinso’s quirk a lot of people assumed it would be used for villainous acts vs being a hero. Shinso guessed that he had gotten so used to everyone thinking that way that he never wanted to use it beyond hero work, even for personal pleasure.

Shinso lost quickly to Izuku. He gave his controller over to Bakugo as his phone buzzed in the pocket of his hoodie.

Miss you <3

As Shinso read the text from you he couldn’t help but smile a bit. You two had been dating just over a year and had recently moved in together, a huge first for both of you.

Reading the text made him think about the fact that maybe he did want to try his quirk in bed with you. Without thinking too much about the fact that everyone would be able to put two and two together he put his phone away and put his shoes on while telling the group that you weren’t feeling great so he was going to call it for the night.

“The sex better be worth it to ditch us early!” Kami bellowed out as Shinso closed the apartment door.

He too was hoping the same thing as he shot off a quick text to you.

I’ve got an idea that I wanna try in the bedroom tonight. See you in twenty 😉

[josphitia]

TW: Therapy, unsupportive therapist

Josie's Cow HRT Journey, part 3 - The Therapist

“Yeah, yeah. 1992. Mhmm. No, it's for my wife. Do you do telehealth? No, I didn't think so. Friday at 2pm works perfectly. Yes that's her email, she'll fill out the paperwork and send it in. Thanks, hope you have a good day as well.” *Click*

Jojer looked over to me with a smile and said “Okay! I helped you make the appointment. It'll be tomorrow at 2.” I jumped up to give Jojer a hug that caused them to audibly exhale. I buried my face into their neck, expressing my gratitude at their help and support with a newfound habit of mine: A high pitched “Moooo!” Now was the hardest part of any highly anticipated event: Waiting.

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The therapist’s office was on the end corner of a small, but busy, strip mall. My husband and I entered the lobby, simple folding chairs on either side of a bookshelf displaying a plastic plant and outdated magazines were the only furnishings. I spoke to the receptionist and confirmed my appointment. It was happening.

Before I had time to properly sit the receptionist opened the door: “Josie?” I darted up, my husband following suit until the receptionist stopped him: “Sorry, patients only. You'll have to wait in here.” I turned to him as he reassured me that I had this. I was scared to be alone, but a singular notion filled my mind: It was happening!

The therapist’s office was sparse of detail. A few degrees in cheap frames dotted the wall behind a surprisingly expensive-looking desk. A leather chair was positioned opposite the desk. “Please, have a seat” spoke a bespectacled man with thinning hair, as he gestured in front of him. I sat on the edge of the seat as best I could, the less of my body I had on this bovine-skin chair the better.

The man adjusted his glasses to get a better look at a clipboard before him. “Good afternoon, Miss Josie. And how are you doing?” he asked, eyes never leaving the clipboard.

“I'm doing good!” I said eagerly. It was happening~!

The man continued to scan the clipboard. “That’s good. So, looking over the paperwork you submitted I see you've been on HRT for a number of years. Are you unsatisfied with your results?”

I shifted uncomfortably. “N-no, I'm happy with the changes I've had. I'm happy being a woman. I wouldn't change it for anything.”

The man peered at me over his glasses. “And yet you're here? For I can only assume is Animal HRT?”

My shoulders started to slump. My back was feeling heavy. I was prepared. I practiced what I would say. I was confident, but now I felt the energy draining out through my arms. “Y-yeah, yes…”

He flicked his wrist with a flair of dismissiveness. “Well this is a big step. It doesn't seem like you've put a lot of thought into this. What is it, you think being a dragon will just solve your problems?”

“Cow!”

“Excuse me?”

I clenched my hands into my thighs as I met his eyes. “I'm a cow. I've always been a cow. I feel like a cow on the inside… I want my outside to reflect that. I want to see a cow in the mirror.”

The man leaned back in his chair. “Fine, cow. How much thought have you put into this?”

I felt like I had finally made a breakthrough, maybe he was understanding me now. How much I needed this. “It's been all I can think about for weeks now. It's like a light’s been turned on in my brain, like I can finally see what I need to do to be happy, to be happy with myself. I've been confiding in my husband about this and they're completely supportive.”

The man leaned forward. “And what about your family? Your parents?”

“Huh?”

“The rest of your family. Your parents. Have you told them about your…” He derisively flicked his wrist again for emphasis. “Want to be a cow?”

“I-I don't know what that has to do with anything.”

The man seemed larger now. “Young lady, it's my job to assess your mental preparedness for something so drastic and life changing as this.”

My world was shrinking. I couldn't see anything but the man’s face and his scrutinizing, piercing eyes. “No, I haven't told my family…”

The man relaxed. “Well, it's not the end of the world. You can still talk to them about this life choice you're undergoing.”

I straightened up. “Yeah?”

“You'll have plenty of time to prepare a way to talk to them over the next two years.”

My body froze. I knew what he was going to say next, but it didn't make the wound his words caused any easier to endure. “T-two years?”

The man placed both elbows onto his desk, his hands speaking just as loudly as his words. “Of course. You didn't think you'd just walk into this office and walk out with a letter, did you? I got into this profession to help people. You need to live as your chosen species for a minimum of two years before I give you my endorsement for hormones.”

I slumped fully into the chair, my hands on either side.

“And of course I'll need you to prepare for your future. You'll need to freeze your sperm, for if you ever want to have a family.”

At this, the energy returned to my stomach. “Freeze my, what?? No! I'm not going to do that!! I can’t even do that anymore!”

The man folded his hands under his chin. “Well if need be you can pause your current HRT regimen, that would allow you to produce again. I think that would be a good idea, actually.”

An arrow shot through my body. “I'm, I'm not going to get off HRT! This is who I am… I can't.”

“I need to assess whether or not you're taking this seriously. Whether you've fully comprehended how this is going to affect the people around you. From what I've seen, you're not willing to do that.”

Another arrow. “But-”

He raised his finger. “I think that's our appointment for the day. I'd like you to think about what we discussed here today and the steps you need to take for your future. My receptionist will walk you out. You're welcome to make another appointment when you feel you're ready.”

My face was on fire, I didn't want to shed tears in front of this man. I followed his receptionist to the lobby. Jojer shot up, excited to hear about my appointment and assumed success. I turned my body so as to not face him and walked out into the parking lot to the car. I walked past a beautiful giraffe woman with tired eyes and strikingly red hair. My failure stung even more seeing what I could only think of as success.

We sat in the car, my face still turned away. “Josie? What happened? Are you okay?”

I let loose the tears I tried so hard to hold. The only thing I could say, and what I said over and over, was “It's not happening.”

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[nangel]

Paparazzi, part five

✍︎ words count | 3435 words

✈︎ missing out parts? | series , part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4

Whatever happens, happens.

We spent the whole week practicing and quickly saw the results. Because we had a lot of exams right now I was pretty focused on myself and my work and fully occupied and exhausted. I was sleeping on the keyboard of my macbook after studying for my exam in psychology. “Maddy!” Olga shouted and shook me by my shoulder. “Huh” i shouted as I frightened and sat up. “Oh my god…did you study the whole night?” Olga asked confused. “Yeah…today we have the exam” i said rubbing my eyes. “Did you make it?” Olga asked me and I looked at the essay for the exam. “Yeah…” i said scrolling through the essay. “Good…get ready…we need to get to school” Olga said smirking and I nodded still tired. I washed my face and stepped under the shower before I got dressed and did my makeup and hair. I was wearing a white crop top that and a pink skirt that went to my knees and a top that had flowers on it over the crop top making the crop top visible through the top. My hair was curled from the bathrobe belt I wrapped into my hair last night. “Much better” Olga said smirking. “School’s gonna be fun” i said still tired. “Don’t remind me…two exams on one day…a test following” she said annoyed. We were walking down the stairs as I got a call from Maureen. “What is it?” i asked her over the phone a little annoyed already. “Did you look in your mailbox?” she asked sounding like a lightning hit her. “No, why?” i asked tired. “Just do it” she said and I walked down the stairs from the seventh floor to open my mailbox. “And now?” i asked confused. “Look for a magazine” she said and my eyes widened. “N o” i said warning. “Yes” she said laughing snd I immediately searched for a magazine. I found one of Vogue and couldn’t believe my eyes. “Please tell me that this is a joke” i said speechless. “I got one too…we’re on the covers” she said laughing and I was in total disbelief.

I looked through it closing the mailbox again. I read through my article. “A name to remember” i read out loud. “Can you believe it?” she asked me laughing. “That’s unbelievable” i said laughing happily. I let out a happy scream snd Olga came to me. “Can’t be” she shouted as she looked at the magazine. “Maddy” she shouted and hugged me. “Annabelle and I already put it into a frame” Maureen said over the phone. “That’s so great” Olga said and hugged me. “I’m so proud of you” she said kissing my forehead. I was so happy I couldn’t even describe it. “I mean can you believe this…you two on a fucking magazine” Olga shouted and we laughed. I wanted to celebrate it but we had school so we happily made our way to school where we also met Annabelle and Maureen. “That’s gonna be our breakthrough” Maureen said and I nodded. As we reached uni we caught sone looks, some people were looking at us so it must have come around. “Do you think they know?” Olga asked me. “Of course they know” i said laughing as we made our way inside the building. After we had our first exam I was studying in the library for psychology just to be 100 percent safe. My phone made a sound and I muted it before noticing the text message from someone I would’ve never expected. Charles had texted me.

My last answer was “I like you too but I can keep my hands off of men with girlfriends” and he left me on read which annoyed me. I wanted to talk to him like we did in Monaco but I just couldn’t.

Charles Pov

Of course I noticed how distant Madeleine was to me and as the contact was cut off I felt like I gave up too early. I focused on my career and she did the same how it looked. I was scrolling through Instagram as I saw that Madeleine had posted a story. When I looked at her story I found out that she listened to me and fought for her dream to be a model. She was perfect for it. I even saw how Chanel posted her with her friend while they did a shooting and promoted Madeleine. I felt proud and also a little down when I saw her. Maybe I just needed to leave her behind which became a problem as I walked into my apartment a week later just to find a magazine on the dining table. It was a Vogue magazine and in disbelief I looked at it and saw Madeleine on it. Alexandra loved Vogue so it was no wonder that she had their magazines. I felt a little damned and was thankful that neither my friend nor my girlfriend has seen her face. I took it as a sign that Madeleine was dancing on my social media algorithm and decided to text her…at this time she’s probably be at uni.

I left her on read because I understood it and because I didn’t really have an answer. It was hard enough with Alexandra always pushing my buttons but since Madeleine became views everything was burnt down. I put Alexandra to the side and just let her do her thing because I was exhausted. My brother and friends knew what was really going on and always tried to help me. It was clear that my relationship was slowly going to end end, it was like an invisible string that threatened to break. Alex tried to talk things out and to give us a last try but I didn’t really care I just wanted to get a distraction from Madeleine which was hard.

Madeleine Pov:

I knew too well where Olga hid Charles’s jacket so I searched for it and when I found it I put it to my chest. I was hating myself for missing him but I couldn’t hide from reality. I sniffed on it and could smell a little bit of his fragrance. It made me feel a little better. I didn’t know if I had anger or sadness inside me. I decided to use this and got into my gym-fit to work out a little, it was the best stress and anger-reduction for me. “What in god’s name are you doing?” Olga asked me confused. “Working out” i said while doing a cardio workout. “You immediately walked home after school…did something happen?” she asked me. “No” i said. “The last exams…” she said as she got out her books. “I don’t even understand their curriculum i mean the whole April and May nothing and in June they are bombing us with exams and tests” i said annoyed. “Yeah because mid july it’s over” she said casually sitting down opening her book and textbook. “It’s stressing I have so much to do” i said annoyed. “Ah right…don’t forget about our trip” she said and I sat up from crunch position. “I totally forgot that” i said. “Yeah me too…they gave us a packing list with all informations I have yours too” she said handing it to me. I looked through it. Since we were attending a university for art history our school trip this year would go to Paris because of the famous artworks there. “Fun, fun, fun” i said casually while Olga began to study. This school trip was in two weeks so we had still enough time. I didn’t even understand how I forgot about it after all it’s THAT topic in our grade besides me and Maureen.

I worked out a little more whole Olga was ready to go out with Annabel and Maureen for a birthday party of a student from our grade. I didn’t feel good so I decided to stay at home which wasn’t really a problem. I was sitting in my bed watching a movie while wearing Charles’s jacket. It was my favourite movie One Day. I was eating some popcorn too when I received a message from a certain man. “I’m sorry for not texting back…I didn’t know what to tell expect you” he texted. “Don’t worry…I didn’t expect something” i texted back.

We texted through the night and he even told me about his relationship just to prove me that I’m not a side-chick to him. From what he texted I knew that they were not doing good. I personally have nothing against Alexandra but after what he told me she seemed not to care about him or the relationship. I somehow felt bad for him. I sent him a picture of me wearing his jacket and he seemed to like it. I felt bad because I was a reason that he was in trouble but he assured me that it’s not my fault and that I don’t need to worry.

I just finished my art exam and texted Charles to tell him about it, he was in stress because he had a race this weekend in Spain but he texted me tho which I found sweet. I told him everything about school and life lately. We had a free hour because the professors had a meeting so me and Olga went shopping. While we walked through the school halls I still had attention and I noticed that things chanced since I did modelling. I was now even more active on Instagram and TikTok as before and actually earned a lot of views and new followers and it. I was already known for working with Chanel as a model and I kinda liked the attention. I was not the Madeleine only known from university anymore…people now started to recognised me. We walked down the streets to buy some clothes. “You really are going to be a famous bitch” Olga said smirking as I looked through some dresses. “I intend on becoming it” i said confidently. “My best friend is a model” Olga said smirking and I winked at her. “Try this one” she said handing me some dresses that I tried on.

We walked back to school with our shopping bags in our hands and had a lot of fun. It was nice to be seen especially cause men looked at us and Olga loved that. “How is it going with Lucas?” i asked her while we walked across the zebra crossing. “Don’t remind me…he’s so annoying he wants a date” she said annoyed and I laughed. “How’s it going with Charles?” she asked in return and I gave her a death-stare. “I don’t know…texting with him is nice but the distance…” i said shrugging my shoulders. “Fuck the distance” she said and I nodded.

Back in art class we had my favourite topic renaissance, it was that time of art in my opinion, the statues and the painting inside of cathedrals or paintings in general were just something special. I always found it funny how Olga hated arts and how she groaned as soon as misses walked in or how much sleep she actually got in arg class. Annabelle had the same in psychology which was actually quite funny and the reason they understood each other. I was listening to misses Diaz while Olga was actually awake for the first time but only because she was concentrating on this one guy in the row in front of us, I guess his name was Nick. “It’s so sad…” she said and I looked at her. “What?” “Arts” she said and I tried not to laugh. “You know what’s sad?” Annabelle whispered to me. “Tell me” i whispered back. “Back then men built cathedrals and with painting in it and or fancy fountains even statues of woman that represent the beauty of a woman and now they complain about almost everything” she said and I looked at her blinking multiple times. “That’s deep…you should tell that misses Diaz” i said amused and she just rolled her eyes. “Forget it” she said and I shook my head amused. I reminded myself on the trip to Paris next week and was super excited. “We could take a detour to Monaco” Maureen whispered mockingly and Annabelle laughed with me boxing Maureen’s arm. Carolin, my manager sent us a picture of advertising that was projected on screen in New York since she was working hard on bringing us into as many model industry as possible. It made me smile and even Charles sent me some screen that had some photos of us projected with a text like looks good that made me roll my eyes.

The trip was coming closer and I was walking home with Maureen from our practice as a call reached me. I smiled as I saw Charles profile picture on my screen. “Charles?” i asked surprised as I answered looking at Maureen who nodded and gave me a kiss on the cheek as our ways parted. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked carefully and I could hear that he was driving. “Not at all” i said smiling while walking over the street. “So you’ve got a little time for me?” he asked in a happy mood. “I’m free, yes” i said smiling. “I just wanted to call you and hear your voice” he said and I smiled. “How are you?” i asked him. “Now fine” he said and I laughed. “I’m wearing your jacket” i said with a smirk and I heard him laugh. “I bet it suits you” he said and I smirked. “It does” i said softly. “You know…I always asked myself if brown hair would suit me” i said flirty. “You have brown hair” he said and I laughed at him cause he didn’t get the joke. “It would” he said as he realised and I started laughing. “Guess what…I’m going to Paris on Monday” i said excited. “Paris?” he asked me surprised. “Yeah we have a school trip and because of the sightseeing attractions, the art, the fashion and of course louvre we’re going there” i said in a happy mood. “That’s amazing, Madlen” he said in his car. “I know right” i said smiling. “Promise me to have fun there” he said and I chuckled. “Of course…it’s just said that it’s not Monaco…I wish I could see you again” i said with a sigh and I heard how he was silent for a moment. “Don’t worry…we’re definitely going to meet again” he said softly and I got into my apartment. “I hope so…you’ll need your jacket back” i said teasingly. “I need to go now but I’ll call you tonight” he said and I cut him off. “I’m going out tonight” i said grimacing. “With who?” he asked softly. “My girls” i said teasingly and he chuckled. “Good…” he said and I could hear his smirk. “Bye” i said softly and he returned it before I hung up greeting Olga by throwing myself next to her on the couch which made her groan. “I am sooo tired” i groaned. “I swear if you sleep in the cinema I’ll kill you” she said and I chuckled. “Never…Challengers should be such a good movie “ i said rubbing my forehead.

I heard Annabelle and Olga whispering about doing a threesome and shook my head eating my popcorn. “You know, Maddy…you should think about dating someone” Annabelle whispered cause she was sitting next to me. “Why?” i asked amused. “Come on…when was the last time you fucked with someone” she said and I shook my head. “Two months ago remember?” i asked her since she knew exactly what happened there. “Oh…oh…” she said as she remembered with me eating my popcorn with a smirk. “Sleep with Chris” she said snd I narrowed my eyes. “Why don’t you sleep with him?” i asked her and she smirked at me. “I did” she said and I gasped turning to her. “When?” i asked her amused. “At the beginning of uni?” she said confused. “You never told me” i said shocked. “I did” she said and Maureen nodded. “She did” and I grimaced. “I could never” i said and she shrugged her shoulders.

We were all sitting at the airport waiting for our flight. I was texting with Charles before switching to TikTok admiring my first edits. I always wanted to see edits of me and now I actually have some. “I hate it” Annabelle said as she handed me an oreo. “Only 15 minutes” i said to her as I ate the oreo. “Wait you’re eating sweets” a girl from my grade said. “Yeah” i said confused. “You are a model and you eat sweets tho” she said a little bitchy snd I rolled my eyes” Yeah…and guess what…I eat a lot of carbs” i said to her confidently before rolling my eyes so she shut up. “Fine with me” Annabelle said and gave me another one.

The hotels weren’t the best but they were fine for the week, when we arrived it rained so we fours ran under one umbrella hoping we would reach the restaurant soon. “Great we’re arriving Paris and it’s raining” Annabelle cursed. “This bitch” Olga said and we ran faster. “There it is!” Maureen shouted and we got under the roof relieved. We walked inside and asked for a table whereupon he lead us to a table right next to the floor-to-ceiling window. “Thank you” i said as he gave us the menu card. “Wine” Olga said smirking. “Are we even allowed to drink alcohol after all it’s a school trip?” Maureen asked and I just shrugged my shoulders. “Yolo” i said and Annabelle next to me slapped her hand into her forehead. “That’s your new mindset huh?” Maureen asked smirking. “Yeah” i answered. “Your Yolo only gets us in trouble remember?” Annabelle asked me and I remembered some stories. I just smiled at her. “I’m all in for the wine” Maureen said and we ordered it. I took my fur jacket off too and placed it beside me revealing the beige long sleeve top which matched perfectly with my black skinny-jeans and the black boots. “Hot” Maureen said and I blowed her a kiss before throwing my curls behind me. I texted Charles and sent him a picture I took in the hotel with the caption “off to Paris”. I chuckled to myself as I sent it and he immediately saw it and replied with kiss-smiley that made me weak in the knees. “So…what is typical french?” she asked me holding the card to me. “Besides snails…uhm…quite everything on this side…it’s saying french food on french” i said pointing at the headline. “dope” she said as she looked through it. We ordered our food and had a lot of fun.

Back in the hotel room we four shared I was talking to Charles over the phone. “How is it?” he asked softly. “Good…today it was raining when we arrived but it was fun tho” i said smiling. “What are you guys doing tomorrow?” he asked while driving. “Tomorrow…we are going through Paris…sightseeing” i said amused. “Sounds amazing” he said softly. “Yeah…” i said shrugging my shoulders. “Uhm…Madlen…I need to go” he said rushed and I could hear how he was talking to a female voice which made my smile fade and I turned serious “Oh…yeah…” i said a little sad “Bye” he said hanging up and I put the phone to the side. “Bye” i said to myself as I stood up and walked outside on the balcony taking in the scent of Paris. It’s not like I was jealous I just…the distance was killing me and hearing his voice was like peace for me. I followed Charles on instagram so I checked on his profile a little admiring the picture. I also checked Alexandra’s and to be honest…her life seemed boring, there was nothing going on so I switched back to Charles and looked at the pictures I even liked some or more a lot. Alexandra and Charles didn’t even post picture together which was strange to me.

Maureen and I were brushing our teeth and gossiping as Olga and Annabelle came back from breakfast. “In one hour we’re going, miss Diaz said” Olga said and we nodded.

Next part

[coltrainbat]

Do you think you could write about short sized! Reader working for Bruce banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her.

Get A Life

You sat comfortably at your desk, analysing recent data on your computer screen. To an everyday person what would look like a jumbled mix of numbers and symbols to you made perfect sense. 

“Bruceee.”

“Ah-huh.” He responded, eye deep into a telescope.

“The optimal temperature for nuclear reaction is…” 

“100 million Kelvin… depends.”

“Figured.” You grumbled, nibbling on the end of a pen.

He rose from his stool, moving towards your desk and minimising the screen.

“This might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you need to get a social life.”

You re-opened the screen, eyes zoning in on him “This is social.” Gesturing between you both. 

“No this is work.” He minimised the screen again. 

“It’s a hobby.” You re-opened it,  

“That you get paid to do.” He minimised the screen once more.

Before you could continue your game of cat and mouse, a knock at the door caused both your heads to rise.

“Sorry to interrupt I just came to drop off these documents for Y/N.”

Your eyes darted up to the large frame leaning against the door, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he offered a soft smile, holding a thick manilla folder in his hands like it was nothing. 

“Oh yeah, okay, I was just about to go.” Bruce rose, walking past Steve.

Bruce raised his pointer finger at Steve, leaning in close and whispering while you were distracted by the screen in front of you “I…MIT won’t stop calling desperate for her to join so don’t… you know because I will go Hulk on your ass.” 

Steve gave him a respectful nod “I won’t.” 

“Good.” With a slap on the shoulder Bruce made his way out. 

Steve stalked towards you, placing the folder on your desk with a thud.

You skim through the contents only to find blank pages.

“These are all blank?”

“Yes, they are.”

“What… why would you… what?”

Steve’s hand rubbed the back of his head “I just wanted an excuse to come see you.” He smiled at you sheepishly. 

You sighed, rising from your desk making your way to the chemical cupboard with Steve close on your tail.

“I’m in the middle of making universe altering research breakthroughs Steven.” You thumbed through the walls of vials and chemicals.

Steven. Only you called him Steven. Not Rogers. Not Captain. Steven. And while he’d choke out anyone else who called him that besides his mother, he loved hearing his name fall from your lips. 

“Which is why I think you deserved a break.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with me talking breaks around here?”

“Because you work the hardest.” You momentarily paused, turning your head over your shoulder, catching the sincerity on his face. 

“I’m not a superhero.” You shook your head. 

“You are, in a way…” He moved forward coming behind you as you reached upwards, pushing your weight onto your tippy toes to reach the container on the top shelf, your fingertips barely brushing it. Even in heeled boots you couldn’t even reach. 

With a swift motion, he placed his hand on your hip to pull you back slightly, raising his toned arm and grabbing the container effortlessly and handing it to you.

“I can’t even reach the top shelf.” Blush rose to your cheek at the feeling of his body so close to you. 

“Yes, but even superhero need help sometimes and more importantly… lives.”

“I have a life!” You moved out of his reach going back towards your desk. 

“When was the last time you had a beer with us? Or didn’t go into the lab for a day? Or went on a date?” He spat out.

You paused, turning on your heels, eyeing him.

“What do you want?” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your full chest.

You were annoyed and he could tell. But he was absolutely obsessed with the way you looked in this moment, eyes piercing right into his soul through your glasses, your hair in a claw clip with strands sticking out and falling over your face. The tapping on your boot against the linoleum floor and the way your arms crossed pushed your chest together revealing a small sight of cleavage under your sweater. 

He shouldn’t have found it as sexy as he did. 

“I’d like you to take a break…”

You went to interject him and give him a 1000 reasons why you wouldn’t take a break until he finished…

“So, I can take you on a date.”

Your mouth fell agape but you were quick to recover with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Do you want me to warm up the CAT scan? Seems your brain has turned to mush from being in the ice so long.”

“Y/N please.”

“Steven, I don’t date.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not scientific and it’s not logical, it’s unexplainable nonsense that drives women to insanity.”

He crooked an eyebrow up at you. “I don’t think you could get more insane than you already are if that helps.”

You rubbed your temples turning on your heels to go back to your desk until you felt a strong hang grab your wrist and pull you back into a hard chest. 

“Y/N, I see what you do day in day out for this team, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. But I also see how when you’re focused your eyebrows knot together, how I know which pencils are yours because of the bite marks on ends, how at the end of every day you let your hair fall out and you shake it with your hands, how the sweat drips down your chest and soaks your sports bras in the gym, how when you make a sly comment everyone laughs because you’re funny without realising and I can’t stop looking at you and I won’t but I desperately want to see what’s in your mind behind formulas and data because I know there’s more to you than that so if you would give me the pleasure I really REALLY want to be the social life you so desperately need. I see you, more than you know. And while it may not be mathematical, it makes perfectly calculated sense to me.”

You sucked in your lips, emotions swelling inside of you. His head bowed towards you, foreheads touching. 

“Please.”

You nodded unable to form words as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you in as his lips lightly brushed yours, forcing you to relax in his grip and reciprocate the tender kiss.

“I’ll see you at 7pm - don’t be late.” He gave you final kiss on your forehead, walking out with a beaming smile. 

Leaving you in shock as you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding in and warmth spread throughout your body. 

[hail-brod]

Hint

Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Masterlist

U.A. ball.

Every hero student in U.A. looked forward to it. After three years of training as heroes, they were given the chance to celebrate their breakthroughs and improvements on their incoming career as Pro Heroes. It was exciting indeed.

And Midoriya Izuku was delighted. Not just because he finally felt stronger than before and became much more confident, but because you were there.

You were stunning that evening.

The music played with so much life as the other students made a beeline for the dance floor, showcasing their mirth for being there. Illuminated by the disco lights above, shining green eyes became a shooting star as it landed on your seated form.

You. [Last Name] [Name]. His ever-loving childhood friend. He basked in your gentle demeanor, smiling so calmly as you watched the others dance.

You made no move to sit up nor ask other students to dance with you. You only sat there. Not with a looming gloom but with a contented expression. You were a proud loner that seeks nothing but solitude and Izuku admires that about you. In his eyes, you were amazing. He saw your own ways when it comes to interaction with other people and you were unfaltering. Always so composed albeit sometimes in a humorous way.

So you sat there with a gorgeous smile as you listened to your classmates beside you. You were a good listener so people tend to be rambling to you whenever. That leaves him quite jealous at times but who is he to think like that? He’s at least relieved that you were enjoying your time in such a crowded event. That’s all that would matter to him. Your comfort.

In addition to that, you were his comfort.

For as many times he could decide, you deserve so much more. He wants you to see that he can also be your greatest comfort, someone you’d want by your side no matter what happens. Izuku could only imagine things when it comes to relationships, and his heart swells at the thought of it.

The music suddenly shifted. From the constant beats of rhythm to a mellow swirl of instruments, the dance floor toned down to a slow dance.

At that moment, he took note how you shifted on your seat for a mere second before sighing joyously at the change.

He knew how much you enjoyed your own company but he couldn’t help but stare longer at you.

The way you would just giggle and laugh at jokes from others and give your small comments here and there was respecting enough. Your satisfied body rhythms as you bob your head to the song was cute in many ways. The smiles that you give to your classmates when they greet you was mesmerizing at its best.

Izuku could only tweak a small smile as he laid his elbows on the table, his chin resting on his palm.

Isn’t it a cliché dynamic in movies? The childhood friend falling in love with the main character.

Well, Midoriya Izuku is that childhood friend.

Evidently, a blush came up to his cheeks. It was too late to be going back into seeing you as just a friend. You were special to him and that won’t change sometime in the future. He wouldn’t say he regrets falling because just being close to you is enough to send him into a craze of joy. You were there at his lowest and even if you were no match to Katsuki back then, you still stood up for him. You have a kind heart, in return, that heart is what makes Izuku’s own beat faster.

“Stop that.”

“Huh?” Izuku let out. Turning his head beside him, he met a pair of glaring crimson eyes.

“I can clearly make out the look you’re giving her and it’s irritatingly idiotic.” Bakugou Katsuki continued. With a gritted teeth, he gave his green haired friend an irritated look.

Green eyes could only widen at his remark as shades of blush started to fade in on his cheeks. “K-Kacchan…. I’m not-“

“Shut it. You have googly eyes.”

Still blushing, the green haired man tried to conceal his vulnerability as much as possible. “W- What the hell does that mean?” Stuttering was not part of it as he only blew it by nervously looking away. Googly eyes? Was he really that obvious?

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki replied nonchalantly. “I’m not stupid and I’m sure as hell not unaware of your silly little crush on her. Almost everybody in class knows your ‘secret’ because you we’re too damn obvious, dumbass.”

Well, there it goes.

Izuku paled at information so much that he almost shouted his next words but thankfully, he refrained so because of the romantic atmosphere. “Y-You’re kidding.”

“The hell I am.” Katsuki grunted. Standing up, he placed his hands in his pockets. “Too bad, too late. I bet she also knows now too.” He then proceeded to leave the dumbfounded green haired man.

Izuku could only stare at nothing as he processed what he just heard.

“I’m so done. So, so, so done.”

How could he ever let this happen? He thought he was playing it cool and stuffs but he was actually playing it too cool for it to be awkward. No, he was very much obvious. Sure, Katsuki would’ve been lying to him to get him all worked up but he isn’t the type of guy to mess around with this stuff. He’d rather battle to death with him than scare him with absurd jokes.

Though, the crush part wasn’t actually absurd. It’s true.

Midoriya Izuku is crushing on his childhood friend. Repeating that thought again and again in his head seems to pull him out of reality. His cheeks won’t stop heating up especially now knowing that you might be aware of his hidden feelings.

How would you act now? Would you think of him less? You’ve been both in good terms so maybe you’re not all that bothered? No. Or maybe you could’ve been trying to brush it off to save your friendship?

Aaaaahhhh. He doesn’t know anymore.

But one thing does come in his mind. You weren’t that kind of person. You we’re too kind for that and surely, you wouldn’t just let it slide off. You would do your best to talk and confront because you will seek assurance.

You once told him that you knew too much how it feels like to be left out. Even when you like to bask in the comfort of your own world, there were times on your past that made you feel insignificant. But that eventually changed.

His emerald eyes then landed on your seated form, chatting with his other classmates. Of course, you didn’t talk much but you did try to go for small talks. You giggled and smiled at their words. Izuku wouldn’t stop thinking of it. He wouldn’t stop thinking how sweet you were and how you make him sigh dreamily. He looked at you with so much fondness that his heart would somewhat explode to bloom something more in him. Something that made his stomach flip.

Gosh, since when did he became so lovesick?

The thought made him frown, though, he was still flushing. Eyes never wavering at the sight of your existence.

It almost wavered though. You were now also looking at him.

Both of you stared at each other for a few good seconds as you stared back in a dumbfounded manner. Izuku was, well, shocked. It didn’t take long for you to wave at him with a smile that Izuku thought was cuter than before.

Quite taken aback from your action, he managed to wave back nervously. He almost scolded himself for being a nervous wreck when both of you are long-time friends. He just hopes you wouldn’t catch up on his little speck of shyness.

Thinking back to what Katsuki said, he felt like he should be doing something now. Since he said that everyone in their class are pretty much aware of his interest in you, he should be taking his risks now. Whether you know it already or not, you need to hear it from him and not from them.

For now, it’s him you should be listening to.

As decided, he stood up and walked towards you only to stop when he was close enough to face you. You gave him a questioning look as he stood there quite timidly.

You smiled up to him. “Hmm? What’s up, Izuku?”

Izuku almost twitched a wide smile for seeing you close, but he refrained.

“Uh…hey. So….I was gonna- Well, sorry if this is just sudden but…you know, I wanted to- to- “

Great. He’s stuttering. He just blundered his own front for being not too obvious in front of you that he could only hope you were dense enough to go past it.

Unfortunately or fortunately, that isn’t going to be the case.

You could only stare at him for a few moments, widening your eyes. You knew those gestures and those frantic eyes. Those stutters that were accompanied by his cute blushes. Sure, it might be something different as man to woman but it can be different when it’s entirely on a deeper sentiment.

Oh, hush, you. You shouldn’t jump to conclusions. You…really shouldn’t.

“You…want to dance with me?” You almost muttered.

The green haired man tensed. It’s now or never.

“How- um,…. Yeah….” He bit his lip for a few second. Frantic eyes searched for your own as he was caught in a moment of trance. Ah, you were doing it again, making his heart swell a lot. He then showed his palm to you.

“Will you dance with me, [Name]?”

Izuku could never miss the way your eyes shine with elation as you replied.

“I would love to.” Chuckling, you took his hand. Basking in on his rough palms that was somehow so soft in many ways. Taking his hand like this felt different as it ignited a fluttering joy in you. You flushed.

Leading you on the dance floor, hands where they needed to be, you both swayed to the song. You rested your hands on his shoulder as he rested his on your hips. You felt the growing shyness in you take over but you rattled it with a quick breath. Looking up to him, you locked eyes with emerald ones. You saw how his lips twitch up in a smile at your attention as you finally saw it close up.

His cheeks were red as he only smiled at you. A smile that seemed so different to the other ones he gave you because it was much more clear and precise this time. His eyes shine so brightly, brighter than the dancing lights across the venue.

That only made you clutch his shoulder a bit as your insides felt a thousand flutter of wings.

You weren’t keen on human socialization and having a significant other was almost crossed out on your list. You didn’t know whether you would be qualified to be one because of your likeness to be in solitude and not a mind speaker. You would only rely a lot on your sight to observe and thoughts to decide on.

But when it comes to Izuku, you were much more open. You always feel at the best of your ability and comfort because he was he. The most adorable and kindest man you’ve ever known. You could say there’s a mix of bias in there but you know your feelings are genuine.

Too genuine perhaps.

Although, you would definitely admit that, Midoriya Izuku is — no doubt — your type of man.

You only decided he is because he’s the only one you would adore and look up to. Growing up with him does things, and it makes your heart beat pound.

You scanned his face. His cute little freckles stayed true on its spot since childhood, now colored with a tint of blush. He was incredibly handsome, your heart swelled. His stares had seemingly turned into a much more genuine contrast as his fondness was flowing in every corner of his gaze. Once again, that shyness crept up to you as you blushed furthermore.

“I’ve been wanting to ask.” Izuku broke the moment first. You hummed in reply. “A-Are you interested in someone lately?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Oh….you mean like- romance and stuff?” That caught you off guard so now that shyness took over you in a matter of seconds. Nonetheless, you already decided. “I guess…maybe, yeah…”

“Oh…”

Silence.

“Will you tell me who? If- If its fine with you.” He should really work on his vocabulary in front of you more now. Not long did he received a hearty laugh from you. His gaze stayed on you as you flushed on his question.

Izuku smiled at that.

“If you’re interested in someone, Izuku, would you tell me too?”

Almost with a quick breeze of panic, he tried to maintain his nervousness. “Ah- Yeah, duh. Ahahaha…” He sweatdropped.

So you didn’t know. Izuku thought so. That honestly made him relief knowing that at least you would be able to hear it from him. Right now — if he can.

But you beat him to it.

“You’re cute, Izuku.”

Dumbfounded, Izuku stared. “Pardon?”

You giggled and replied. “Nothing.”

It sank in his mind as panic rose. “You did not just- just- brush that off.” His blush before had deepened its shade of red. Feeling much more conscious from your eyes even though he knows that you were just as embarrassed. “What you on about?” Looking away, he retorted with the same blush.

Fortunately, it doesn’t end there.

“I hope you got my hint.”

“Huh, hint?” Izuku darted his eyes back on you, only for him to bask on the sincerity of your words. You then smiled at him as your eyes-

Izuku relished in your fond gaze as your cheeks flushed — and your eyes only stayed on him, searching for something. As if you were expecting something from him and it hit him.

“Oh, shit.”

Your pretty little eyes widened for a brief second as you eventually laughed at his reaction. “You swearing always gets me.”

“How can I not? You… do you really mean it or you’re just messing around with me?” He frowned and pouted almost so childishly at you. He blushed furiously.

You looked at him with much more sincere, not wanting him to take it the other way. Tilting your head, you bit your lips before replying. “I meant it.”

“Like- meant it that way…if you know..”

At that very moment, a prolonged silence ensued. You already avoided his gaze as the man processed his thoughts. He felt the signal. You were right there, and both of you were expecting something.

 “You’re really attractive.” He finally blurts it out.

.

.

.

.

“[Name], I like you a lot.”

It didn’t take too long for both of your hearts to erupt in a fluttering swirls of string that tug you towards each other. Cheeks mutually heating up from the growing tension. You looked up to him once again, recovering from your quick shock — you released your smile that took all of your shyness to spring it up.

Izuku finally said it and he could only tensed even more when you leaned forward, resting your head on his shoulder.

His heart was filled with warmth at the action as he smiled for the umpteenth time. And it only got wider when you said it.

“I like you too, Izuku…”

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 18 - Leaving The Nest

Muku: It’s going to be kind of lonely without Spring Troupe here.

Misumi: Here’s a triangle for good luck~.

Sakuya: What a pretty seashell. Thank you!

Citron: I will forever forget you all~!

Tsuzuru: I sure hope you meant “never”.

Taichi: You’re all overreacting!

Yuki: Are we really having a whole farewell party when they’re not even going to be gone for that long?

Omi: Maybe it’s more like a send-off party?

Homare: Precisely. It’s a party to encourage Spring Troupe to embark on their new adventure. Now then, allow me to recite a poem of mine to celebrate their embarkation!

Izumi: The green curry’s done~.

Azami: The hell kinda menu’s got sushi and a curry set?

Citron: The sushi was my request~.

Izumi: And I wanted all of Spring Troupe to remember the taste of the MANKAI Dorms curry…!

Sakyo: It’s like a MANKAI Dorms speciality.

Manager: Looks like we’ve found what our next set of merch is going to be!

Sakyo: The hell we have. That’s way too elaborate for us to launch anytime soon.

Izumi: There can be no compromises!

Tasuku: But still, it’s a pretty bold move for the entirety of Spring Troupe to leave the dorms right before their performance.

Azuma: Maybe that’s exactly the reason they’re doing it.

Banri: Sometimes the only way you can have a breakthrough is if you go out ‘n take on a new challenge.

Tsumugi: Becoming assistant director was that challenge for you. It seems like you’re all headed in different directions, but we want to support you.

Omi: Because even seemingly useless detours can be necessary sometimes.

Sakuya: That reminds me, why don’t we also use that app Towa-kun mentioned?

Itaru: BlooCha?

Sakuya: I mean, we have LIME too, but with this, you can know who’s online, and it looks like it keeps a log of when you leave and join the chat, so we can feel like we’re all in the same place a little more, y’know?

Chikage: I’m not opposed to it.

Itaru: The timing for this is perfect. BlooChat’s gotten pretty popular lately, so basically everyone’s using it.

Citron: I will download it right away!

Tsuzuru: Seems like you’ve gotta register first and then create an avatar.

Masumi: There’s no curry avatar…

Chikage: That makes sense.

Citron: My avatar is done!

Sakuya: Oh, is it a cat? Wait no, maybe a worm? Huh?

Itaru: How’d you even end up with that?

Citron: I combined as many thing as possible!

Tsuzuru: That abomination talking the way Citron-san does is going to be what does in humanity.

Sakuya: Your name is “UC”, Chikage-san?

Chikage: I mean, it’s a pretty standard choice, isn’t it?

Citron: Too standard! I nearly mistook you for an error message!

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Sakuya: Sorry for leaving so early in the morning.

Izumi: Don’t worry about it. I saw everyone else off, so there’s no way I’d leave you out, Sakuya-kun.

Izumi: You haven’t forgotten anything, right? Got all your medicine and everything?

Sakuya: Don’t worry, I’ve got it all.

Izumi: Haha, okay, okay. You can buy most of what you’d need wherever, and you can always come back for something if you need to.

Izumi: (I saw him off like this when we pseudo-disbanded, but this time it was all so sudden that it feels a little different.)

Izumi: (I guess with the situation being the way it was back then, we all made that disbandment decision together.)

Izumi: (Somehow, it really feels like he’s leaving this time…)

Izumi: It’ll be kind of lonely without you.

Sakuya: This isn’t goodbye. We’re just leaving the nest. For the future’s sake.

Izumi: Right.

Izumi: (Sakuya-kun really has grown up to be pretty reliable.)

Izumi: (He’s able to think and act in such a level-headed way, both for his own future, and the troupe’s.)

Izumi: Take care. Stay safe, okay?

Sakuya: I’m off!

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[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 14: Magnesium

Killer x gn!reader word count: 3.3k a/n: ayeo fuck kese amirite???? this isn't the chapter i was crying over btw also i definitely have this queued to post at like 2am bc i feel like that's my brand so i'm deffo passed out rn cause i open LMFAO next

Dead? He told everyone you were dead? Now you were even more confused than before. Why the hell would he say something like that? It only drove the question more - why the hell did he want you out of the picture? Is that why Eustass seemed to go off the deep end? Cause his level of recklessness did just suddenly spike out of nowhere. Was that when he received the false news? 

Your head was spinning but you had to focus on the task at hand. While you were running, you felt something land on your shoulder and you stopped. It was a bird - not any bird, but Myra’s bird. One she sent when she had urgent news. You couldn’t help but be nervous.

You untied the letter attached to its foot, opening it carefully and reading it. As the words sunk in, you started laughing. Was she fucking joking? “C’mon, My. You could’ve told me that from the beginning.” 

Dear y/n,

I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you this in person - I just didn’t know how. So, I set up a fake mission to get you to find your brother. You always seemed hesitant to leave our island - to leave Lily and I, so I figured this was the only way to get you to reunite with him. I knew you would keep putting it off, claiming that you needed to get stronger. I hope you forgive me for lying to you.

There is no flower that we need for a breakthrough - there’s nothing in Wano that we need. I just knew your brother was there and knew you were missing him. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

My sincerest apologies,

Myra.

At the very bottom was Lily’s name written as well. You were sure she just wanted to feel included. You smiled fondly at the letter. “Oh, My. I could never be mad at you.” You pulled a pen pad and pen out of your pocket, writing a quick response before sending the bird off again. Impressive it was able to find you in all this chaos, honestly.

You made sure to let her know you weren’t mad and thanked her for everything. The whole thing was just hysterical. Myra was terrible at talking about feelings of any kind. A lot of people claimed she couldn’t feel normal emotions like a normal human, but she just couldn’t express them. She was rigid and came off cold, but you knew better. She had her own way of caring.

Obviously. She arranged a whole fake mission just to reunite you with your brother. You tucked away the letter, knowing you’d probably end up just keeping it. A keepsake along with the knife. Huh, maybe you were getting sentimental. Eh, whatever.

Well, now what? You spend a considerable amount of time looking for this damn flower that didn’t exist. And your brother is probably long gone from the place that he was at. 

You suddenly felt something jump on to you from up above, yelping as you tumbled to the ground with whatever it was. After a moment of rolling around and a few scrapes with something sharp, you pinned it to the ground.

“Dive!?” Your eyes widened as you saw the small woman struggling against your grip. “Get fucking off of me!” She cried. Confusion took over your features. “Dive! It’s me!” 

“No, it can’t be! You’re dead!” She eventually stopped struggling. That’s when you noticed her lip quivering and the tears in her eyes. “Who are you and why do you have their face?” 

You stared at her for a long moment, processing. Right. Kese told all of them that you were dead. You let out a small sigh, sitting back and letting her go. “It’s me, Dive. I don’t know why Kese told everyone I died.” She sniffled, glaring at you.

“I don’t believe you.” She slowly sat up, wincing. You noticed a cut on her arm. “Here, let me tend to it.” You reached out and she pulled away suddenly, seemingly to distrust you. You frowned. 

“Dive. I promise you. It’s me.” You tried to think of something to help your case, then you remembered. You lifted up your pant leg, showing her a clear bite mark scar. “When we met, I startled you so bad that you bit the shit out of me. I couldn’t walk right for a week.”

Dive’s eyes widened and tears started falling. “It really is you!” She threw herself into your arms as she sobbed, burying her face in your chest. You held her there, comforting her. Fuck, why did Kese do this? What the hell was his angle? 

After Dive calmed down enough, she pulled away. “So, are you coming back with us?” A soft smile spreads across your face and you nod. “Of course.” She grinned widely. “Good. Everyone is going to be so fucking happy you’re alive.”

You stood up with Dive, looking around. “I heard the captain is fighting Big Mom with that other pirate captain - we should go find them!” She pulled you down the hallway and you followed behind her. 

“Dive?” The both of you stop as you see Heat and Wire coming out of one of the many hallways that seemed to be in this maze of a place. They both tensed when they saw you. “Dive…get away from them.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. This was getting old fast. Sure, you understood why everyone was cautious but you were getting annoyed and honestly you couldn’t wait to kick some ass. Well, specifically Kese’s ass.

“No! It’s really them! The-”

“For all we know, they could be some kind of devil fruit user.”

You looked at Wire as he spoke, thinking for a moment. “Remember when we were kids? There was the snapping turtle incident? You know? The one where it bi-”

They were both over in moments, covering your mouth with their hands. “Okay! Okay!” You couldn’t help but start cackling behind their hands. They let you go, staring at you for a moment. They took you in and you sighed. “You’re making me uncomfortable,” you grumbled.

You suddenly felt them both wrap their arms around you and you yelped, almost taking a tumble to the ground, but catching yourself at the last moment. You patted their backs, keeping your own tears back. Mostly because you just missed the shit out of everyone. Besides, you knew these two for such a long time and now seeing them after being gone…

“Alright, alright,” you said, sniffling and pulling away from them. Now wasn’t the time to be sentimental - there was a wholeass war going on.

“We don’t understand…” Heat said, shaking his head. “Why would Kese tell everyone you’re dead?” Wire was just as confused. You shook your own head. “That’s what I’m going to try to figure out.” You sighed, putting your hands on your hips. You supposed you understood getting you off the ship…actually…no you fucking didn’t. Why has he been out to get you since the fucking get go?

“When the captain received that letter…” Wire frowned. You blinked. “Letter? What letter?” He looked at you. “Kese gave it to him. Apparently there was a letter sent by the lab you were at, saying that you had died on a mission. It included some newspaper clipping as well. There was a picture of you and everything.” 

Your eyes widened. A picture? How the fuck did he pull that off? Why was he going through such lengths to do such a thing? Nothing was making any fucking sense. 

“The captain went on a rampage after that,” Dive chimed in with a frown. “That’s when he ended up fighting Shanks. Shanks had tried to stop his rampage and the captain lashed out at him and…well…” She shrugged, assuming you knew the rest. You frowned, indicating that you did, in fact, know the outcome.

“Killer also seemed to change quite a bit. He wasn’t the level headed vice captain we all grew up with. Seemed to not have much care for what happened to him. It grew reckless… He kinda stopped cooking too. It was…” Heat shook his head. “Bad.”

You stood there, shocked. Bewildered. Dumbfounded. So, your guess was right. When your brother started to grow more reckless, that’s when he received the fake news. Also, you weren’t expecting to hear all this about Killer. Stopped cooking? You just couldn’t imagine it. But…you just couldn’t fucking figure out why. It was so weird, so confusing. What would Kese gain from all this?

“It’s so fucking good to see you,” Heat said with a large smile, hugging you again. You patted his back and smiled. “It’s good to see you guys too. I just wish you all didn’t think I died. That’s definitely making everything much harder.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you pulled away from Heat.

“Well, let’s head to wherever Tungsten is now. I saw him earlier, but at this point I’m not sure if he’s fully convinced what he saw was real - same with Killer.” Their expressions were bored into your skull. Well, Eustass’. But you knew that Killer must’ve felt the same way. You could just feel it.

Wire nods. “Follow me.” And you do. You slowly find more and more crew members on the way, all of them absolutely overjoyed to see you. Gig nearly crushed you when he picked you up, sobbing as he hugged you. You almost died for real. That would’ve been incredibly awkward - surviving death allegations only to die by affection.

The only people you were missing at this point were Killer, Bubblegum, and Pomp. And the man of the hour - Kese. Though, someone mentioned he was watching the ship. Everyone seemed to be in agreement that they weren’t going to say anything to him and just let you and Eustass deal with his ass.

Eventually, you made it to the room where Eustass was fighting Big Mom. You arrived just in time to see him summon a behemoth of some kind of a machine. Your eyes widened as you watched the scene unfold before you. You’d never really watched your brother fight before, but you knew it wasn’t to this calibur. 

“Holy fucking shit,” you mumbled. “Impressive, right?” You looked over to Heat and nodded. “Yeah. When the fuck did that happen?” He shrugged. “This is definitely a newer one, but this was the only good thing that came out of…everything that happened. Awakened his devil fruit n’ all.” Your own face darkened. You still couldn’t believe that Kese just…lied to everyone. About something of that caliber too.

You needed to see this letter. To see this…picture.

While Eustass was fighting, you started patching everyone up. The lot of you stayed out of the way and you figured there was a better way to pass the time besides just sitting and watching. The fight seemed to be almost over anyway. With the amount of yelling and big attacks happening, you knew the fight was drawing to a close. 

“Aren’t you worried, y/n? You seem rather calm about the fight right now,” Wire said. You looked at him, shaking your head. “Says the man who never shows any kind expression.” You snorted before answering his question. “I’m not worried in the slightest though. I have faith in my brother. They’ll win.” 

It wasn’t long after that that he had done just that. They won. You head over to your brother with the rest of the crew, cries and shouts to be heard. You stop next to him, kneeling down and smiling. “Good job, Tungsten.” You started to patch him up quickly. He just stared at you. “You…really are back, Bigs? It wasn’t a sick delusion earlier?” You shook your head. He let out a breathless chuckle as he seemed to process it, staring up at the ceiling.

“They’re really back, captain!” Dive chimed in. You saw as tears welled in Eustass’ eyes and he covered his face with his arm. “I can’t fucking believe it,” he mumbled in a hoarse voice. You didn’t say much, just working on patching him up. You knew he was more than likely crying, but he wasn’t about to display that kind of emotion. You let him be.

Suddenly, you heard a command come from a large dragon that came crashing from above. Was that Kaido? He was a fucking dragon? An order came to attack your brother and the other captain from the other crew. You stood up, pulling out your own blades as people began to run towards the lot of you.

“Like fucking hell I’ll let them hurt you.” 

Though, not much was able to happen before a large hand came down, grabbing Kaido and yoinking him right back out of the ceiling. You blinked, looking back at your brother who was sitting up. He looked just as confused as you, shaking his head and shrugging. “Luffy - I’m assuming.” You blinked. The Strawhat guy? Man, you really were missing a lot of important pieces of information right now, but you weren’t about to dwell on it.

It seemed everyone was distracted after that. A few people tried to come after Eustass, but you took them down with ease. You saw him stand up at the corner of your eye. “You better sit the fuck back down, Tungsten!” You turned around and glared at him and he returned the sentiment. “I’m fucking fine - chill out!”

“You just took a fuckin’ beating. You don’t need to be standing!” You marched back over to him, letting the others worry about what stragglers tried to attack. 

“But I won!”

“Well, that’s not what I fucking said is it?”

“What the fuck are you getting on about?”

“I’m here to patch you up, no matter the damage. Now just accept my generosity before I let you bleed out!”

“Why are you fucking yelling at me?!”

“I’m not yelling!”

Just like that - the two of you are back to your old ways of arguing. To anyone else but the crew, it probably looked like yet another fight was about to break out, but to your crew members, they couldn’t have been happier to see the sight before their eyes. They all had smiles on their faces and some of them were even laughing about it. “Finds out y/n is alive and the first thing they do is argue. They’re really related,” you heard Wire muse.

“Why the hell are you mad at me!” You shouted, drowning out background noise.

“I’m not mad - I’m just shocked!”

“Well-”

“Well what? What could you possibly have to say now? More yelling? You’ve done enough of that!”

“I’ve got two years’ worth of scoldings to catch up on!”

“What the fuck does that mean!”

“It means-”

“Alright.” A third party interjects as you suddenly feel yourself being lifted off the ground. “Killer!” you shouted, immediately beginning to squirm. Eustass just laughed at you. “Ha! Serves you right for yelling for no reason!”

“Just ‘cause ass is in your name don’t mean you gotta act like one!” you shout from over Killer’s shoulder as he carries you away from your brother.

“Oh my fucking god - there are two of them,” you hear a voice say. Your eyes land on Trafalgar Law who looks absolutely horrified at the scene before him. You flip him off. “Mind ya business, asshole.” 

“Real threatening coming from the person being lugged around like a sack of potatoes.”

“Why you fuckin- Killer let me at him!” You start struggling only to feel his grip on you tighten and you immediately give up.

“Absolutely not.” 

He does, however, finally put you down once there’s distance in between you and your brother. You dust yourself off and straighten yourself out with a sigh before folding your arms. You looked at Killer with a small glare. “I was just trying to help,” you grumbled. 

Then you heard it. You fucking heard what haunted you from your encounter in the snow. You tensed as the laugh rang through the air and your head snapped up, looking around for that deranged swordsman.

It fucking hit you like a fucking freight train.

Your eyes widened as you slowly looked at Killer, whose shoulders were shaking along with the haunting laughter. “Killi?” Your voice was soft as you slowly walked towards him. He stepped back and you paused for a moment. You looked over to your brother whose attention had also been grabbed by the sound of Killer’s new haunting laughter. It seemed to reverberate in a way that stuck with you.

It was hollow and emotionless. Not like the genuine laughter that it used to be. This was not the laugh you had fallen in love with. It was a twisted ghost of something you once enjoyed.

“Killer, what happened?” Before really thinking, you outstretched your arm towards his helmet but he quickly grabbed your arm - which happened to be the bandaged one and you hissed softly, pulling your arm away. He paused in his own movements as well.

His own hand reached out and took your arm gently, looking at your bandages. “Did I do this?” You looked at him, confused. Wait…was that shot in the dark theory you had true? You assumed he was just affected by whatever that swordsman was infected with. Was Killer and that swordsman the same person?

“No? It was some crazy swordsman in-”

“I did this…” You could hear the realization in his voice as it also hit you, but you’re still in denial. There was no way they were the same person. The dead look in his eyes. The look of bloodlust and just…

“Killer, no-”

“I did.” He ripped off his helmet and you gasped - mostly just out of shock from his sudden movements. You looked up at him with wide eyes. The bandages were gone, yes. But that smile, that haunting, empty smile stretched across his face. It looked absolutely painful. You reached your hands up towards his face and he pulled back, that damn cackle ringing out from him.

You caught his face in your hands anyway, brushing his hair out of his face to get a whole view of him. “What did they do to you?” Your voice was soft as you looked up at him. You watched as he cackled, the smile and the noise not matching the pure sadness his eyes were portraying. You saw the tears forming in his eyes. He was clearly in pain. Surely it wasn’t comfortable to have your face stretched and contorted in such a way permanently.

There had to be something someone could do about this.

Before you could say much more, Killer pulls away, putting his helmet back on his head. Eustass joins the two of you and you look at him. “What the fuck happened?” Your brother blinks as the blame of your conversation was pointed at him. He just holds up his hands in a surrender-like way.

“It wasn’t his fault, y/n…” You look back at Killer. “I’ll…explain later.” You stare at him for a moment before looking at your brother who also has a dark expression on his face. You nod, looking back at Killer. “Fine. I’ll let it be - for now.” “We have something to take care of anyway.” The two of them nod, knowing exactly what, or who you are referring to.

[profound-imagination]

Finding Home - Eris Vanserra - Part 7

A/N: So I have a question, do I end this here? No trigger warnings for this part I don't think!! It's a short chapter, it's not been checked or edited as I've written it in an airport 😂

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"So-" Rhys began when you were all situated in his office in the River House, he was cut off by a squeal as his son appeared in the room, Nyx clapped his little hands and made a beeline for Eris who happily let the toddler scramble into his lap. Feyre appeared a couple of moments later and beamed at you. "Living a lifetime first huh?" She teased and you rolled your eyes at your baby sister. "Things changed…" you shrugged and she laughed, Elain and Nesta followed, something had changed about Elain, you raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled softly back at you. Lucien was the last to enter the room, pulling Elain on his lap as he sat, you grinned at the pair of them, they fit together, like puzzle pieces and your sister looked so at home on his lap. She beamed back at you, a blush covering her cheeks, Lucien just winked.

"As I was saying, what's the plan, Eris?" Rhys brought the attention back to himself. Eris smiled down at the boy in his lap and your heart squeezed as you realised properly for the first time, you were having his child, boy or girl, you didn't care, you'd love them endlessly and so would he. "We came to see if you could break through the ward I got Helion to place on Y/N, it means only she can decide who can smell the pregnancy until there's no hiding it." Rhys nodded "Well I can't scent her, can anyone in the room?" He directed his questions at the rest of your family and they shook their heads. You felt a pulse of power push against you coming from Rhys but it didn't break through, Feyre tried next and again, it didn't break through. Then one pulse did breakthrough and you gasped as your head shot to Lucien who was smirking, looking rather proud of himself. "How did you do that?" He laughed, a deep hearty laugh "Helion's my father, remember?" You nodded and Eris leveled his brother with a glare. "Put it back." Lucien laughed again and did what he was told.

"I will go back to Autumn, deal with any fallout of my father's death and then I will bring Y/N home, we will have a mating ceremony and then be crowned High Lord and Lady of Autumn - that's the plan." Feyre spoke next. "Do you want that Y/N? To be a High Lady?" You smiled gently at your sister as your hand rested on your stomach. "I want him, Fey. I want to be by his side, with our child." She nodded and you continued. "I want to help remake the Autumn Court, to support the young girls and women who have been raised to believe they can be nothing other than wives and mothers." Eris and Lucien beamed at you and Rhys cleared his throat.

"The Night Court will support you, Eris." Eris met Rhys' eyes and said "And we will support Night." Rhys smiled his signature feline smile. "It's a deal." He purred as he extended his hand towards Eris, who took it and shook it. You could see the beginning of a tattoo appear under the collar of his shirt. Heat flooded your core as you thought of Eris and his perfectly freckled pale skin, marked with the dark ink of a tattoo. His hand tightened on your knee, scenting the change in you, he being the only one you weren't holding the ward against. "Shall we go out for dinner?" Feyre asked "To celebrate the babe, Elain and Lucien and new alliances?" Rhys hummed along with his mate and you nodded. "Rhys?" You asked and his violet eyes met yours. "Can I stay here? Until it's safe for me to go home, to Autumn?" His eyes softened and he smiled at you gently. "Of course, you always have a room here, Y/N" He looked to Eris. "You both do." Nyx clapped his hands and Feyre added "As does his cousin." She smiled at her son who buried himself further into Eris' chest. "He's not going to like sharing you, Eris." She said with a laugh.

Dinner was a regal affair, Rhys had pulled out all the stops. The drinks were flowing for everyone but you, Eris has also chosen not to drink, solidarity between the two of you, if you couldn't enjoy the sweet wine then neither would he. The music was loud in Rita's as you tugged on Eris' arm. He beamed down at you "Yes love?" You met his russet eyes and smiled. "Let's do it now, get married or whatever you call it. Right now." He laughed "Seriously? You want too?" You nodded. "I don't want to wait, I don't want a huge ceremony." He grinned and nodded "Okay." You dragged him towards Rhys and Feyre and whispered something to Rhys who smirked, Feyre's smile appeared a few moments later, knowing Rhys had told her through their mind connection. Eris dissapered from your side and reappeared with Lucien in tow. "He's my brother." He offered you an explanation and you beamed at him. "You don't need to explain." You looked at Feyre. "Can you get Elain and Nesta?" And then at Rhys "Cassian, Az and Mor too, a family affair." She smiled at you and went to find your sisters. As the others appeared by your side.

Mor insisted you weren't getting married or having a mating ceremony in what you were currently wearing, but fortunately she had just the dress as she dragged you to her room in the House of Wind. You had to give it to her, it was perfect. Autumn Court red, leaves of emerald and gold dancing up the bodice. It was beautiful. She lead you down to the library where Rhys was waiting outside the door. "Will you do me the honour of giving you away? I hear that's a human tradition?" You smiled at him, wide and toothy. "I would love that Rhys." He offered you his elbow. "I had to fight Lucien for the role but he's being what you humans call a best man?" You laughed and nodded. "Makes sense, why the library?" He smiled again. "Eris picked it, he thought you would love it." You beamed from ear to ear. "I do love it." He smiled back at you. "Let's go then." And you took his elbow, the double doors of the library opened and everyone else faded out as you took in your mate, he'd also had an outfit change, his tunic and trousers complementing your dress perfectly. You caugh Mor's eye and she smirked. Lucien elbowed his eldest brother who span to look at you, his mouth fell open and you could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks.

You were ready to start the rest of your life with him, with your mate, with Eris Vanserra.

[awesomerextyphoon]

Random Fox News Asshat: Where's this world coming to?! Turns out Captain America's a fa-

You: Turn that shit off!!

Nat: You would think they'd move on.

Wanda: The world found out that both Captain America and the Winter Soldier are bisexual. Also that Pietro and I are Jewish and Romani.

You: Let's not even get started on Loki.

Wanda: Right. So now the haters are coming out in droves.

Nat: I mean, with all the shit that's happening right now, you would think they would have something better to cover.

You: Nope. It's not like other news outlets are any better.

Sharon: Sorry I'm late. I had to take a shower after my last mission.

You: No worries. Honestly, you're the first one here.

Wanda: Yeah. I just got a text from Monica and Jen. Monica's just got a new project and Jen made a breakthrough in her case, so she'll have to do an all-nighter.

You: And Pepper?

Nat: Nope. Tony.

You: That woman's a Saint.

Sharon: Well, Maria said she'll be a little late. She needs to finish her report.

You: Fine. Le-

Brunnhilde: Ladies! I have arrived!

Everyone: Hilde!!

Brunnhilde: Apologies. Had to break up another fraternal squabble. What are we watching?

You: Girls! You are in for a treat tonight! We're watching Sailor Moon.

Brunnhilde and Nat: Huh?

You: Just watch. I also brought a ton of booze and homemade treats!

Nat and Brunnhilde: Booze!

You: Alright! Let's go.

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 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 23/41

Chapter  23: So Hot I Can't Stop

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cunnilingus, fingering, anal fingering (f. receiving), masturbating, squirting, unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!)

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter  23: So Hot I Can't Stop

Rita stopped by a few days ago. She Ooo’d and Ahh’d over the finished bathroom. She had called all the references you gave her, they had nothing but glowing things to say about you. She really wants you to do their house in Greece. You explained to her the timeline you are working with right now and that especially if you get the Antarctica job, it will probably be a year before you can do it. She’s cool with that.

She had asked a few questions about Austin, with a glint in her eye. You answered honestly, that you'd not seen him in a few days, even though he is graciously letting you use his kitchen. She just nodded knowingly, uh huh. She commented that Tom is totally impressed with him and that this will be his big breakthrough role. You had agreed, he is impressive, your own glint sparkling.

It’s been about 5 days since you’ve seen Austin. A couple times, you think he came in late at night and slept curled around you for a few hours. The dent in the pillow next to you in the morning was a tell-tale sign.

Since you are using his kitchen, you made a dinner plate for him and left it in his fridge with a note each night. It’s gone every morning, so you know he’s been home. You passed a few texts between you each day, but you have both been busy.

Today is painting day.

You are decked out in your preferred outfit for painting: a white tank top and panties, plus mask and goggles and noise canceling earbuds. You finish spraying the last wall and stop to dance and sing to the song playing in your ears.

“It's a new dawn It's a new day It's a new life For me”

You look up and see Austin is leaning on the front door, arms crossed, watching you with a grin on his face, key dangling on his finger.

“And I’m feeling good!” you sing the last line at him and laugh.

He looks delicious in a white t-shirt and tan slacks. He is barefoot.

“How long have you been there?” you ask in a mask-muffled voice, taking out your earbuds.

“Long enough.” he laughs, looking you up and down, “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you mostly naked, you are covered in little specks of paint!”

You take off your goggles and mask and shrug, “It’s hot and paint is easier to get off of skin than clothes if you moisturize correctly.”

You motion for him to follow you to the bathroom, where you begin to clean your paint sprayer.

“You continually amaze me with how sexy you make construction,” he says in that deep, low rumble that causes you to involuntarily moan a bit in the back of your throat.

“Thanks babe, want to help me wash it off?” you offer, looking over your shoulder coyly and tilting your head to the shower. You know you are a mess, dried paint smudges all over and hair in a bespeckled bun.

“Not yet, I don’t think you are dirty enough yet,” he comes up behind you, looking at you in the mirror and snaking his hands around your ribs and cupping your breasts through the thin fabric. Your nipples start to harden in his palms.

“Oh, well let me finish cleaning this real quick,’” you start rinsing as quickly as you can. “Take your time, I’ll be right here,” his thumbs graze your nipples.

You consider abandoning the sprayer, but you know you have to clean it before it gets clogged.

His hands are roaming all around your body, stoking the fire in your core as you twist off the paint cup and start rinsing. His hands sliding on your ass cheeks and around to the front, over your belly and down. The pads of his long fingers running along the crease between your leg and pussy, teasing.

You are frantically scrubbing out the nozzle with an old toothbrush.

His thumbs hook onto your panties and slide them down and off. Your hands are full of watery paint and there is nothing you can do to stop him, as if you’d want to. He traces a line up your thigh and over your hips. You can feel little callouses from his guitar playing on his left hand. His dexterous fingers gently glide over your now naked labia, pressing them together just a bit at the root.

You moan in the back of your throat. You love the feel of his hands on you, how he knows all your little tantalizing spots. You have stopped trying to clean your damn paint sprayer and rinse the paint off your hands.

He continues up your ribs, catching your tank top and pulling it over your head.

You go to turn around to kiss him. He stops you and places your hands on the counter, staring at your eyes in the mirror.

“You keep those hands right there,” he says in your ear, “don't move them.”

Shivers course down your spine.

You are standing, completely naked, hands on the counter as he reaches around to cup and rub your breasts, pinching your nipples and pushing his fully clothed hips against your back side.

You feel his rigid length through his loose slacks. You start to reach back to rub him.

He grabs your wrists and presses your hands back to the counter.

“Now, now, I told you to keep them there. If you move them again I’ll stop. Understand?” He growls, hot breath on your neck. His eyes are serious, his brows slightly furrowed.

You nod.

“Now be a good dirty girl and spread your legs," oh god his voice is fucking amazing in your ear.

You step to each side and wetness starts to seep between your lower lips.

His right hand traces down your back, over the crack of your ass to those lips. His hands are magic. You can’t help but press your hips back towards him.

“Oh my, so wet. Do you like being all naked and exposed to me?” he dips a gentle finger barely into you and spreads that wetness around.

“Yes, I do,” you say a little breathlessly as he nears your clit.

“Mmmm, I like it too. What to do with such a dirty girl,” he spreads the wetness back toward your asshole. He is watching your reactions reflected back at him.

You stare back at his eyes, lifting an eyebrow. “Anything you want,” you boldly declare licking and biting your bottom lip. You spread your legs a little wider, arching and offering yourself to his whim.

He steps back, you make a little sound of disappointment. He rubs his chin between his forefinger and thumb, pinching his full bottom lip, considering his options. He looks your back side up and down, then at your naked reflection in the mirror, all the while absentmindedly rubbing his cock through his pants with his other hand. Then he sits down between your legs with his back to the cabinet. His face is perfectly positioned at your dripping cunt.

“This is what I want," he says, looking up, capturing you with those stunning eyes of his, “keep your hands there.”

His tongue tastes the slickness between your legs and he emits a low throaty growl of pleasure. His fingers open your folds to reveal your nub. He gently licks around your clit as he slowly slides his long fingers inside of you, curving them just a little.

You moan, eyes closed, head back.

He starts to use a flat tongue to lap and suck your clit as he glides in and out of you slowly. You look down, his eyes are closed. His head is gently moving and rolling as he doles out pleasure with his tongue, receiving as much as he is giving. Just watching him indulge in your snatch, is almost as arousing as what he is doing. Add in the quietly depraved noises he is making, and you are in heaven.

He stops licking, pulls his fingers out and presses the thumb on his other hand into your wet slit. Then slides it back to your asshole and looks up at you inquiringly. He is ever the gentleman.

Your eyes widen with excitement, the only response you can muster is nodding frantically.

Grinning at you, he rubs the pad of this thumb on your asshole. The nerve endings there are bringing new zinging sensations to your pelvic floor. Gently he pushes his wet thumb into you.

Your hips are yearning towards his face, silently begging for his tongue. He complies, face buried in your pussy, extraordinary tongue dancing on your folds and clit. You relax to let his thumb in. His other fingers slide back into your pussy and you feel him get to his first knuckle or so in your ass.

“Oh. My. Gods. That is so fucking good," you say in a desperate whisper as he moves both hands in and out alternatively, slowly at first. You start twitching your hips into his lashing tongue.

“Harder, please harder,” you moan.

“There’s my dirty girl,” he says huskily against your folds.

He captures your swollen clit in his mouth and starts sucking as his fingers pound into you. You feel a tell tale fullness inside you.

Gripping the counter to keep from collapsing, you start to go over the edge. A wail rips through your throat as your juices flood his face and hands, squirting down onto his still clothed body. He slows down his pace, but is lapping the sweet liquid from your lips, making you twitch in aftershocks. He pulls back, his face and shirt so wet.

He stands up in front of you, forcing you to take a step back, hands still on the counter. Turning around, he quickly washes his hands in the paint covered sink, Your forehead pressed against his back, you shake and shiver. Wiping his chin, he steps to the side, breaking your grip on the counter, pulling you directly in front of him.

His wet fingers are unzipping his fly and he takes out his hard-as-rock cock. He has an animalistic look on his face of deep need and desire. He can’t even be bothered to take off the clothes you soaked.

He pushes you back with a growl, kissing you fiercely and picking you up onto the counter between the double vanity sinks. He slides his cock into your pussy and groans. He grips your hips and begins to thrust into you.

You thought you were done, but as he fills you over and over again you feel that exquisite fullness. You reach down and rub your clit side to side.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod” you are whispering. With a high pitched whine you push, he pulls out and your deluge stains the front of his pants dark and wet.

“Don’t stop,” You reach down and slide him into you again, “I need you more.”

“So. fucking. hot.” he says, each word punctuated with a thrust.

His pace quickens, slamming into you over and over.

His eyes close and a deep rough grunting moan escapes him as he plunges into you and shakes. The hands on your hips gripping hard as he cums inside you.

Seeing him come makes you grind your hips up and down on his cock, You have hit insatiable mode. He is shivering as you ride his still hard cock.

“No, no, no,” you beg as he pulls his cock out, your hips are shaking.

One eyebrow goes up and he smiles, panting. He pets your pussy teasingly, “Did you miss me, do you want these in you Kitten?”

Your jaw is tight, nostrils flared, that demon in you is about to eat him alive. You grab his fingers and push them into your pussy, sopping wet with his cum and your squirting.

“Fuck that pussy hard,” you demand, locking eyes with him. He leans over the counter, grabbing you by the back of the neck, his long fingers squeezing the sides. Putting his forehead to yours, he slams his fingers into you.

“Come on, dirty girl. Cum again for me. No, don't close your eyes, look right at me,” his voice is raspy and demanding.

You are rubbing your clit, hard, clenching your pussy onto his fingers. Lying back onto the marble, legs spread wide with the hottest man on the planet begging you to cum and forcing you to stare into his soul.

“Oh, fuck fuck FUUUUUHH”, you scream as you squirt a fountain over his hand, the counter, his stomach, as you come completely undone. Your whole body shivers and shakes and all you can see are his blue ocean eyes.

You aren’t sure where he ends and you begin as he slides his still hard cock into you again. Nirvana, Euphoria.

“God damn Kitten, you got me so fucking hot I can’t stop,” he pummels your drenched pussy. He goes, and goes, and goes almost savagely. Sweat is dripping off his face and onto your belly. You aren’t sure if you ever stopped cumming. All you can do is ride the wave and moan.

He finally pulls out and strokes his cock standing over you, his voice a strangled roar. Your hips are writhing as you rub yourself, you don’t have any more to gush, but the feeling of his cum surging onto your naked lips and belly sends you over a different precipice as you explode into pieces.

Neither of you have any words, heaving, shuddering. He holds you to earth, bent over you with his forehead back on yours. After a minute or two, he pulls you off the counter and to your feet, gathering you in his arms.

As your breathing slows, you notice he is still dressed in sopping clothes.

“Sorry about your clothes, I guess you are just as dirty as I am now,” you lazily giggle.

“Oh no, that was worth it,” he smiles at you, letting his pants drop and stripping his shirt off, “now we can shower.”