#i gave everyone different eyes/pupils hehe

[cherbearsz]

messing around with limited palettes and lineless art... cmyk and hedgehogs in sonic you will always be famous!!!

[raviollies]

DMed a oneshot for the friendos and got a new achievement : making a player cry!

The premise was that a Hag pulled them into her domain which was shaped by their dreams and desires, particularly Blythes! So it was a big fancy Villa with a ballroom, opera haus, fancy dinner, everything - and immediately somethings were different.

Arameia woke up NOT a werewolf and Lorelai woke up a HUMAN and not undead. Rosy cheeks, freckles and all (she was very weirded out over not being able to hear or smell as good).

For Arameia - the dream manifested her parents, alive and well, and her pet dog Lancelot, no longer geriatric. The horror of becoming an orphan never occurring. For Lorelai, it took away her vampirism, and the root cause...her father alive and well - though distant. It wasn't that she wanted to see him...but rather proof of wiping her sin away. For Eirwen, it wiped away her Sharrian past, and the tattoo that came with it, and gave her more friends, so she'd never be lonely. And for Raha.... Well let's just say he folded like a lawn chair in a hurricane.

Upon meeting her the gang had a lot of discussion as to how & why, though the concept of a motherly Blythe left everyone...concerned.

Since the party was a bit of a pickle not sure where to find Raha or Blythe since they're the only party members they haven't met up with, a certain special someone made an appereance...in the form of a kitty cat!

Theta explained that the dream is made up of Blythes wishes and desires : to have her friends with her and never die, her favourite food, a library full of artifacts, an extravagant villa with ballrooms - and the little changes to them was the Witch tapping into their own desires to keep them placated and comfortable...so they may just decide to forego reality and dream...like Blythe and Raha have. She does not want her precious petal just slowly withering away, being a meal, in another Witch's domain, that's her job, so she gives the party hints on how to break out before the Witch zaps her the hell out (she couldn't just enter as Witch's power is absolute within her domain, so it would take a lot longer for her to wiggle in strong enough to do anything substantial)

She introduces herself as Wunsch...the party can deduce she is a Night Hag (this is where I say I just made her Fae and idgaf) (as per my fae characters, she has freaky eyes...in this case it's a starry sky instead of pupil!) . She asks the party if there is "anything else she can do"...the party notices little things change around the dream, like suddenly even more food, some of their favourites, or new faces.

In order to find Blythe they needed to restore stopped time, and find the three clockhands for a magical clock...1 of them was behind some riddles, the other one, behind a test of friendship where they had to answer 3 things correct about the person in front of them. The last key, most horrifyingly...was inside Arameias parents.

THIS IS WHERE I MADE THE PLAYER CRY HEHE....Arameia decided she will do it herself, as she already buried them once...she does eventually manage to kill them (it was very sad because they did not Want to Die), and get the key...but not without a lot of heart ache and tears....Thankfully Lorelai was there for plenty of hugs...

Then they finally meet Raha! Who has fully drank the kool-aid and started dreaming, and he stands before them...he doesn't want them to break the spell. He fights for Blythe's dream...and his own...unwilling to let them take way her or his daughter....and that he and Blythr have nothing in the real world, no family, no home. Just hardship...and eventually he'll just die, and leave Blythe all alone.

After defeating him, the Witch takes matter into her own hands, as the party falls into the "bedroom" where Blythe is sleeping & have to fight the actual Hag herself in her true form...or rather wake up Blythe until the clock strikes 12 and the dream is fully manifested and unable to be stopped.

Wunsch's true form is a giant marble like lion with white feathers and a 4 armed upper body reminiscent of a sphinx. In the cracks of the marble a night sky can be seen, she doesn't particularly have many offensive spells, mostly relying on her enemies being slowed/confused/held/dominated until the timer runs out. (All the reflective shards were of Blythes &co's dreams and nightmares...the party gone, Raha withering and dying in bed, Theta, herself becoming a true hag ... or happy family for Arameia as an example...Eirwen surrounded by friends and Lorelai laughing with the party)

But the party manages to wake Blythe up using all that they've learned!! That yeah she wants these magical tomes and artifacts...but everything in here would have been things she's already found...she can never 'discover' anything new in a dream she's created, so let's go adventuring!

How she's always wanted to try Tarrasque steak but without trying she could never imagine the taste...so why not come with them and kill one?

That she's not safe from Theta in here, and if she was able to get in once, she can get it in again...so lets get out of here and break your curse!

That yeah they'll live eternally, but they won't be 'them' anymore...over time they'll have their edges smoothed over and it won't be the same people because we don't get to grow and experience new things...That Raha loves her the way she is...and that she's not a hideous monster...

When the party awakens, completely normal with..all the curses and stuff, they find out that time hasn't moved since they've fallen asleep, and immediately run to find Blythe and Raha...who don't remember anything that happened, and assume that maybe some ghost got them into a nightmare but they broke out of it. Arameia/Eirwen/Lorelai decided to keep some facts to themselves, like the presence of the child or fighting Raha.

Hilariously, they assume they had too much 'willpower' to be got by such a spell, despite in actuality being the only ones to fold. The gang did have a newfound appreciation for them realizing that yes...Blythe does love them a lot and that they don't know much about Raha and haven't been very good friends.

BUT IT ALL ENDED BITTERSWEET.,....with the gang now being sure all of them love each other and they can move from confronting their trauma and go forward...with fwiends :)

[memethebum]

Finally got ch. 9 of A Sealed Prey done with!!!!

This one is mostly just the rest of Spartoi finally being introduced but there’s also some handholding and kinda pining involved in the middle of it hehe ;)

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“Do we really have to scare them even more than they’ve already been?” Jackie questioned as Kim winked at the white-haired man, who looked away with a startled expression and propelled his partner into an even faster trek through the crowd that had gathered to view the mangled corpse at the edge of the pathway.

“Oh, I know you’re enjoying it as well. If you weren’t, I might’ve listened to Ox and not have taken such an intimidating approach for our new clients ,” Kim hummed before pulling up the thin hood of her coat.

“Well, I’m glad it worked out this way then- since I’d hate losing to someone who seems to have a book shoved up his ass all the time. And besides-“ Jackie added before snaking a hand around her girlfriend’s elbow.

“People talk more when they’re intimated ,” she finished before both women knowingly grinned at one another.

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“What’s wrong?” Maka called to Soul as she stopped rubbing a shirt onto her washboard.

“It’s-uh nothing,” Soul answered before tossing one of Stein’s drawers into the soapy bucket in front of him.

He attempted to give Maka a weak smile, hoping that it would be enough to diminish the look of concern etched across her face.

“O-ok,” his partner added, although her eyebrows continued to stay furrowed together even after she began vigorously washing the shirt once more.

Soul then took the initiative to begin working on his own pile of unwashed laundry, although his thoughts couldn’t help but return to the overwhelming sense of embarrassment he felt when Maka had opened the door on him changing in what felt like an eternity ago.

Of course I had to screw things over even more with that terrible joke. I’d probably have been pissed about it too if I was her the man internally grumbled as he began to berate himself over the lack of social skills he had acquired over the years of working various odd jobs in different cities.

“Everyone step back, your god has arrived!” he heard a voice boom from one end of the communal wash-basket line.

Soul turned his head just in time to see Maka’s pupils widen from the voice, although she let out a bemused groan a few moments later.

“Oh, afternoon Maka,” the voice exclaimed as they inched closer to where the pair was seated.

Soul was then able to pinpoint the bellowing voice as a wide-shouldered man that seemed to be around his age. He could feel the stranger’s eyes exchange a glance with Maka before moving towards him, which caused his own gaze to level towards the man’s odd mop of blue hair and the large Star tattoo that was plastered on his right tricep.

“Never expected Maka Albarn to go and elope with such a catch of a man-“

“SHUT UP BLACK*STAR! HE’S- he works with me at Gorgon Manor,” Maka exclaimed over his sneering.

She let out a low sigh before haphazardly waving a hand toward Soul’s direction.

“Black*Star, this is Soul. Soul, this is Black*Star, an old friend of mine,” Maka finished with a grunt.

“Nice to meet ya’, Soul,” Black*Star then said before reaching a hand out to him.

“Nice meeting you too,” Soul added before grasping the man’s hand in his own.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so young with white hair before,” Black*Star commented before gazing at Soul’s ivory strands of hair, which prompted the man in question to let out a small chuckle.

“Yea, well I could say the same about your blue hair-“

“There you are,” another new voice cut above Soul before a large shadow zipped right towards Black*Star.

“Ya’ got some nerve leaving me to do all that paperwork,” a man exclaimed as he grabbed Black*Star’s shirt collar and gave it a loose tug.

“I said I’d help examine the body, not the paperwork,” Black*Star giggled, causing the other man to let go of him with a huff and shift his attention towards Maka and Soul.

“Sorry for bursting into your conversation like that. Name’s Kilik Lung, I’m the sheriff of this little town,” he added before pushing up his square spectacles and giving them both a grin.

Soul couldn’t help but notice how the calm aura surrounding Kilik made him seem like a complete opposite of Black*Star’s wild charisma. He was just about to poke fun at the observation before Maka let out a startled grunt.

“Wait, you get that idiot to help you out!” she yelped while jabbing a finger in Black*Star’s direction.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Black*Star quickly added before huffing and giving Maka a half-hearted glare.

“Yea, didn’t sound like the best idea to me at first but he pulls his weight. We hardly get anything wild happenin’ around town anyway, well other than this morning,” Kilik explained with a dazed frown.

“That’s why everyone was so shocked about you working at the manor when ya’ first got here. Not to mention the sudden exit your friend made after we explained the place’s history,” Black*Star added as he stuck his thumb out towards Soul.

Guess I shoulda’ listened to those rumors Soul thought to himself before releasing a low sigh.

He could then feel Maka’s eyes slowly inch towards him after Black*Star finished speaking, although his partner closed her gaping mouth a few moments later and let out a small hum.

“Anyways, I was meaning to ask if you could put these together again, Black*Star,” Maka murmured as she began to rummage through her apron pocket, eventually pulling out the rings Soul had picked up from atop the burning pile of charcoal during their first day at work.

He watched as the other man gazed upon the rings for a few moments before letting out a whistle.

“You still have those old things on you? Yea, I’d be able to fix them up if we can find a metal wire or somethin’. Does your old m-“

“Great. Thank you.” Maka forcefully voiced above Black*Star’s response, prompting Kilik and Soul to exchange a look of perturbed confusion.

“Speakin’ of fixing,” Kilik added just as Maka dropped the rings onto Black*Star’s large palm .

“You really should take better care of your hair man” he hummed while craning his head towards the back of Soul’s scalp.

“Luckily for you, I know just the lil’ runts who’d be more than happy to spruce things up a bit. What do you think, Star?” the man finished before flashing a smile at Black*Star, who slung an arm around Soul before he could even heave a grunt in protest.

“Yea, our new friend here will have to look his best if he wants to be affiliated with a god like me. We’ll give back your date round’ noon Maka, hope you don’t miss him too much until then,” Black*Star announced while watching Maka’s hands ball up in irritation.

“I already told you, he’s not my-“

“Ah…as great as that offer sounds, I really don’t think it’d be right for me to leave in the middle of the workday,” Soul grunted before Maka could finish her statement, causing the woman to slightly loosen the tension that had settled around her jaw.

“It’s alright Soul, you’ve only got a few drawers left in your bag. It shouldn’t be that hard for me to finish up,” she added before giving him a small smile in encouragement.

The clothing isn’t really what I’m worried about the man thought to himself before meeting Maka’s benign gaze.

“You’re…sure?” he eventually questioned, prompting Maka to let out a giggle before lightly sliding a few of her fingers towards his palm.

“Yes, I’m positive. Just…enjoy yourself and meet me at the town library around one-o’clock,” she slowly whispered.

Guess we’re both thinkin’ the same thing Soul noted as his eyes took in the evident look of worry in Maka’s emerald pupils.

“Alright…just be careful,” he replied before enveloping his hand over her fingers.

“I could say the same for you,” Maka scoffed as her thumb began to caress the soft skin of his fingers.

“You two about done?” they both heard Black*Star call from just a few feet away, which immediately caused them to untwine their hands.

“Let’s-uh get going,” Soul added while attempting to divert his attention away from the pulsating warmth that had spread across his cheeks.

“Alright, the twins are gonna love having you for practice. I do have to warn you about…” Kilik commented as they followed his lead, although Soul appeared to be much too busy flashing Maka a final smirk in farewell as she gave him a staggering wave in response.

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“Are these the only books you have?” Maka exclaimed to the clerk, who sighed once more.

“For the fifth time, yes this is all we have. If you really want to broaden your literary knowledge that much, there’s this town a lil’ over an hour from here by train that has both a library and a university,” he added as Maka to cringed outwardly at the statement.

“I’ll just-look through these shelves again,” she murmured before the man gave her a lazy shrug and ran his hand through his jet-black hair.

It’s not as if anyone knows about papa or why I even left town…but still- Maka thought to herself as she thumbed the spines of each book that came into reach, all while resisting the urge to bolt out the library and track down where Black*Star had taken Soul so that she could finally have a distraction from her impeding thoughts.

“HARV, IM GONNA NEED TO SEE A LIST OF-“ a voice boomed before Maka could even decipher what her mind had been meaning to convey with the last portion of that thought.

She turned around and came face-to-face with Ox Ford, causing the woman to let out a strangled yelp in both suprise and indignation.

“Maka Albarn?” the man in front of her gasped while Maka resisted the urge of bashing Ox’s cranium with a book before propelling her legs into a sprint that would get her anywhere but the building she was currently standing within.

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“He’s my customer, Fire!” the girl behind him huffed towards her brother, who had a firm hand clasped onto Soul’s scalp.

“All I’m asking is to braid his hair after you cut it,” the boy added before giving Soul’s head a hasty shake, which elicited a yelp in protest from the man.

“Neither of you is gonna have any hair to practice with if you keep gripping him like that,” Kilik interjected before lightly swatting Fire’s hand away, allowing Soul to watch the pair’s eyes widen in realization through the smooth mirror in front of him .

The teens then zipped towards the front of the chair in order to meet the man’s startled expression.

“We’re sorry,” they spoke in unison, causing Soul to let out a sigh before regarding them with a weary smile.

“S’alright,” he mumbled and was rewarded with a large grin from both of the twins.

“I was thinkin’ about trimming the back edges, if that’s alright with you sir?” Thunder spoke before grabbing a pair of scissors and gently patting down a few stray ends of Soul’s hair.

“That’s cool. And you can just call me Soul,” he added and heard the girl let out a hum in approval.

“Well, I’m heading over to the Barret-Nygus inn for my lunch break. Why not come along and convince Anglea to get her hair braided Fire?” Kilik added while Fire’s pupils slightly widened at the suggestion before scoffing at the man.

“Fineee. Let me go grab my stuff then,” he groaned before following his sister, who had gone to collect more of her equipment from a large workbench on the other side of the room.

“They’re good kids,” Soul exclaimed, causing Black*Star to let out a chuckle from his seat against one of the patterned walls of the barber shop.

“Yea, it gets a lil’ crazy with them and Angela being in their rebellious stage but we make due,” he commented as Kilik released a low chuckle of his own at the statement.

“Me n’ Star here were both teenagers when Fire,Thunder, and Angela came into town. Angela had Mifune to take the spot of a parent for her and he was more than happy to take the twins, but I decided to step up since I was just startin’ off as the sheriff and had this overblown sense of duty. Wouldn’t have it any other way now that I’m thinkin’ back at it all, even though they can be such a pain in the ass-“

“Let’s go already,” Fire spoke above Kilik as he jogged towards the group and began to tug on the older man’s shoulder.

“You wanna come too, Star?” Kilik added after a breathy laugh, which Black*Star responded to by letting out a long sigh and slumping into his chair even further.

“Nah, I’ll just stay here and entertain the new guy. See you tonight for drinks though, the usual time,” he responded while Fire dragged Kilik towards the door, opened it, and waved goodbye to everyone in the shop.

“You should join us tonight too Soul,” Kilik’s voice dully resounded from the front door, prompting Soul to reach the ends of his lips into a small smile.

The room then settled into a lazy silence, which was only interrupted for a few moments as Thunder moved her things around and began to run a water canister over Soul’s hair.

“Sooo, you gonna make good on Kilik’s offer? I wanna say ya’ won’t leave with a hangover, but that’d just be a lie,” Black*Star questioned before Soul let out a low hum in thought.

“I’d say yes but it’d probably not be safe to walk into the woods drunk, especially at night. Maka’ll probably skin me alive if she found out I did somethin’ like that anyway,” he replied while Thunder began to comb through his damp hair and snipped off a few of the edges.

“Hah, that bookworm never learned how to loosen up. She used to give me shit about a bunch of lil’ things when we were kids. Speaking of Maka-“ Black*Star added before his voice leveled into a silent whisper, prompting Soul to give the man a weary gaze from the corner of his eye.

“Does she like the job…I mean other than it being a cursed mansion and all that crap?” he murmured.

“There’s been some u-ups and downs but-“

That’s the understatement of the century Soul couldn’t help but think to himself while wondering how much information he could share with Black*Star without looking like a complete lunatic.

He’s known Maka all his life, so he’d probably believe me he assessed.

“But…?” Black*Star probed, eliciting Soul to turn his head in surprise and notice that the man’s features seemed to be held into a firm expression.

I can’t tell him. It’s not my right to go telling people what Maka has been up to, especially considering how cagey she seems to be. Poor guy seems to really care about her too, so it’d probably be better not to rope him into the shit going on back in the mansion he decided and let out a disgruntled huff once feeling his chest inflate with a dull warmth as his thoughts continued to linger upon his coworker.

“The family we work for has been pretty chill so things seem to be going good,” Soul finished before watching Black*Star silently gaze at him for a few tantalizing seconds, almost as if he was using his eyes to sift through the information he had been given.

“Great! Guess she’s doing alright without the help of my divine power,” the man shouted, completely breaking the tension that had been present a few moments ago.

“Right, whatever you say man,” Soul lightly added as Thunder tilted his head forward once more and ultimately ended their conversation.

[starglow-xx]

(About the brother!atsushi) aRE YOU READING MY MIND MISS?! Because that has been on my mind for MONTHS. TYSM For writing it was amazing!! If you don't mind, may I request (if requests are open) atsushi, still an older brother, but with a sister that's 10-13 yrs old? It's totally fine if you don't wanna do it. Keep up the good stories, ily mwuah!

*sobs* you’re so kind thank youu 🤧🤧

i wrote this a bit differently i hope that’s okay anon! at first i planned for this to be mainly abt atsushi and the reader, but i decided to add in relationship hcs with the agency bc i ran out of ideas

if you guys liked this don’t worry! im planning a special part two for this one so be the look out for it hehe

atsushi with a tween! sister

ft. the armed detective agency

like in my baby sister hcs, you’re still the most important thing to him period

the two of you got picked up by dazai and kunikida when he was 18 (obviously) and when you were 12

for a 12 year old, you were a bit small bc of malnourishment (which makes atsushi feel so bad) so both dazai and kunikida thought you were a bit younger than you actually were

they assumed you were about 9-10ish

you and atsushi both share a favorite food !! chazuke :)

so when kunikida treated the two of you, he made sure you got more bowls bc like i mentioned above, he feels really bad that you were malnourished and under weight

(don’t bring this up but kunikida felt bad too hehe)

when dazai went with your brother to the warehouse, you were with kunikida

imagine the surprise of the other ada members when kunikida came in with a little girl dressed in rags that popped out from behind him

kenji was the one who vocalized his thoughts 

“kunikida-san you have a daughter?! wow! i didn’t know that! :D”

when you found out your brother was a tiger, you were a bit concerned but you were actually kind of excited

you were even more excited when you found out the two of you were going to be taken in by the agency

anything was better than the stupid orphanage

and besides!

you got a tiger for an older brother and a bunch of other super powered agents to take care of you! who could want anything else?

at your age, you’re very impressionable and can be influenced easily so atsushi makes sure to teach you more in depth of good morals and the importance of kindness

his heart swells with pride and relief when he catches you being kind to others

pride bc he’s proud that even after all the two of you have gone through, you still ended up being a good kid and having a bright view of the world

and relief bc he hasn’t failed as a big brother

pfftt like he could ever fail

but please, from time to time reassure him that he’s perfect and the only big brother that you’d ever want bc he rlly needs that kind of validation

with his salary and savings, he tries to buy nice things for you

what a sweetheart 🥺

he saw you eyeing that one dress at a store window? fast forward abt a week and half and it’s inside a pretty gift bag for you

you wanted to try that dessert from the nice bakery? that’s dessert after dinner at one point

but other than buying you things, he sets money aside for you

like all the time

(y/n), here have this, you might need it”

“but nii-san you just gave me—”

“take it”

#1 spoiler

also your #1 confidant and source of physical affection

you tell him anything and everything (except crushies and those kinds of things)

atsushi loves it when you talk abt your day and he can see the big smile on your face and the sparkle in your eyes

it gives him the strength to keep going 😖😖

the two of you aren’t as touch starved as you’d probably think, but that’s only bc the two of you had each other

in your opinion, no one can match the hugs of your big brother

and it got even better bc YAYY he has tiger arms now ٩(◕‿◕)۶

if you ask, he’d carry you around too hehe

you also get nightmares quite often so he’ll always be there ready to calm you down, talk if you need to, and rock you back to sleep

god i love him 🤧🤧

atsushi will do everything in his power to protect you and make sure you get to grow up happy, supported, and loved

port mafia attack? oop he’s already taking you to the nearest escape route

someone is starting to harass you? they just got suckered punched into the next week

you want to go out to have some fun? he’ll go ask the president for a day off

you’re not feeling well? he’ll take another day off and take care of you

whatever you want to do, he’ll do it with you! (as long as it’s within reason)

will always be your #1 supporter! and he’s the president of your fan club hehe

he loves you so so much and will do anything for you; your life and happiness will always be more important to him

you are his reason to keep going

agency head canons !!

atsushi is your big brother, but kunikida is most definitely some sort of father figure

everyone can see it

except kunikida of course

kunikida scolds you lightly if he thinks your manners need work or if you make a mess in the agency

you listen to him of course and in turn as some sort of a reward, he’ll give you pieces of stationary

he always gives you the nice, good quality kind and you’re over the moon

atsushi adores it when you come running to him showing your new notebook or fountain pen and blabbering what you’re going to do with it

sometimes it isn’t even as a reward for being a good child; he’ll just give it to you and he’ll say smth like “i noticed you’ve used up your last notebook quite quickly, so here’s another one” or “did you run out of ink? here have this then”

he usually has a soft spot for children in general, but he most definitely has a soft spot (or a thousand) for you

yosano is kind of like a motherly figure to you

she gives you the guidance a mother should and goes on shopping trips with you!

atsushi always gets dragged along by you, but he thinks it’s worth it seeing you look so happy

yosano being a doctor also tries to teach the things you should know, or things that would be helpful to you

she’ll teach you the basics of cooking, sewing, how to treat a cold/fever, etc

also gives you excellent advice 1000% of the time

“remember (y/n)-chan if someone hurts you come tell me and then i’ll chop them into—”

“yOSANO-SENSEI DONT TELL HER THAT—”

fukuzawa is like a father to most in the agency but you see him more as a grandfather figure

bi weekly tea and gossip sessions hehe

along with cat talk!

most of the time though, it’s just you talking and him listening to you, but the two of you enjoy it nonetheless

“and then kunikida-san ended up crashing into a pole and dazai-san started to laugh at him and i did too because it was really funny but we ended up getting scolded—”

“hmm i see...”

he’ll let you stay in his office as he fills out paperwork; you’re usually doodling or drawing in your notebooks

sometimes he’ll meditate and you’ll join him, but 4/7 times you’d fall asleep

you always wake up with a blanket over you

dazai is like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle

frequently takes you out with him when he ditches work

walks in the park, eating at uzumaki so he has the excuse of treating you so he doesn’t have to pay his tab avoiding kunikida and sometimes chuuya and akutagawa, all that fun stuff

also tries to not talk abt suicide in front of you especially if it’s just the two of you alone

he knows that you mean the world to his pupil and that said pupil would probably hate him for putting suicide inside your brain

he teaches you random but useful things like how to pick a lock, how to steal kunikida’s notebook if you’re looking for some information, how to sweet talk your way out of things, etc.

is also the one to tell you that if you ever get a significant other to introduce them to the agency first

he always wants all of your gossip; some of them work pretty well for blackmail

“dazai-san! dazai-san! did you know that kunikida-san lost his glasses and he was looking for them for nearly an hour when he was just holding them the entire time??”

“woah really (y/n)-chan?! hey hey can you say it again into this recording device so kunikida-kun would believe me when i tell him—”

always ends up giving kunikida a heart attack when he says that you’ve been with him all day

ranpo is also like a cool but a highly concerning and kind of high maintenance uncle

will share some of his snacks, but don’t push it or you might not get anything at all

loves it when you compliment him

if you tagged along with him and your brother on a case, he will show off to impress you

“...and that’s how the crime happened”

“UWAHH RANPO-SAN YOU’RE SO COOL”

atsushi is lowkey and kunikida is highkey stressed that ranpo’s eating habits will rub off on you

“ne (y/n)-chan do you wanna try this highly caffeinated drink and this concerning amount of sugar filled snack?”

“can i really?!”

“rANPO-SAN NO—”

ranpo definitely does stuff like that on purpose 

the tanizakis are like siblings to you!

a weird set of siblings but siblings nonetheless

the two of them adore you and think you’re precious

atsushi definitely knows how to do your hair whether it’s long or short but he got even better at it when he asked the two

hehe braid trains are definitely a thing + kyouka and kenji (and maybe even dazai)

sometimes you have sibling swap days

you’re with junichiro for most of the day and atsushi is with naomi

strange i know

each of the tanizaki siblings try to make it fun bc they know that the two of you did not at all have a happy upbringing

junichiro likes spending time with you by taking you out to different places that naomi likes to frequent

like the mall, different stores and restaurants, the park, places like those

naomi does the same thing with atsushi so if you ever bump into them, you go out and eat together :)

besides atsushi, the next one in line who spoils you the most would be junichiro (and yosano & kunikida both coming in at a close third)

he honestly can’t help it; you remind him of how naomi was when she was younger

and besides

he’s always been a sucker when it came to the happiness of a little sister

“would you really buy this for me junichiro-san?!”

“of course! don’t worry about it” :)

wanna talk abt boys/girls/celebrity crushes things like that? naomi is your girl

you feel a bit embarrassed to go talking to yosano or your brother abt that and kyouka does not know a thing abt them either

“uwahh naomi-san look at all these people in this magazine! they look so good!”

“right?! but of course onii-sama is still the best—”

you get along with kenji and kyouka quite nicely being roughly the same age as them; they’re also like siblings!

just pure, wholesome vibes from the three of you

you’re over the moon when she finds out that kyouka is staying with you and your brother

atsushi is twice as happy seeing you talk your mouth off and finally having a girl around your age to talk to

“do you think demon snow can change how she looks?”

“hmm... im not sure...”

you and kenji talk abt anything and everything

he even teaches you how to take care of plants!

sometimes the two of you are kind of in the same boat bc you don’t know much abt yokohoma being stuck in the orphanage and kenji doesn’t know much abt cities in general

“wait where are we again kenji-san?”

“ah we’re close to the ports! but im not really sure how close because i don’t know what the symbols on this sign mean”

“don’t worry! neither do i!”

bonus things!

yosano was kind of too late teaching you abt you know what

“NII-SAN IM BLEEDING IN BETWEEN MY LEGS”

you’re sobbing in the agency’s bathroom and atsushi is panicking trying to get you to open the door

“Y/N?! H-HOLD ON LET ME GET YOSANO SENSEI”

ranpo overhears and cackles making everyone around him confused

suddenly atsushi bursts in the agency basically on the verge of tears rambling incoherent sentences abt the bathroom, you, and blood

it just clicked for everybody in the room

(im going to pretend that kenji has sisters back home so that atsushi is the only one who remain oblivious here hehe)

atsushi is genuinely confused and sort of concerned that no one is freaking out with him

yosano waves her hand saying smth like that she’d take care of it and junichiro pulls atsushi to the side to talk to him

fast forward like half and hour and dazai and ranpo are cackling on the looks of both of your faces

honestly not sure who’s more traumatized, you or your brother

“why does this have to happen” :(

“ne ne (y/n)-chan!~ you’re too young but at some point you’re not going to have it!”

“uwahh really dazai-san?” :D

“yeah! but first you have to have ANFK—”

next thing you know your ears are being covered by your brother and dazai is thrown across the room by kunikida

you know

the normal

you’re twelve and have never gone to school, but the agency takes care of that

it’s too dangerous to go to school so they teach you what’s necessary and whatever else they can

kunikida takes care of math (obviously)

yosano takes care of science/biology/anatomy/health (whatever you wanna call it)

ranpo even dragged poe to help you with english

atsushi even got lucy to help you out with english too!

as tanizaki and naomi used to be students, they give you their old work books and they try to teach you all the other subjects

sometimes kyouka and kenji are there learing with you too!

sorry if there’s some errors! i’ll read through it again later :)

and as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

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It wasn’t entirely unusual for Kara to visit Lena at work.

What was unusual, however, was Supergirl barreling headfirst through a plate glass window into the conference room while Lena was personally welcoming the newest group of L-Corp interns.

Lena stood at the front of the conference room, heart thundering in her chest, as Kara rolled around on the floor for a long moment before standing and whipping her cape over her head.

“Whoopsie-daisy!” Supergirl exclaimed in a sing-song voice not entirely appropriate for the amount of destruction she had just caused. She looked around the room with wide eyes before her gaze landed on her wife. “Lena!”

“K— Supergirl,” Lena huffed as the Kryptonian hugged her, squeezing just a bit too tightly for Lena’s human rib cage. “Are you alright?”

“Just peachy,” Kara replied. “You smell nice.”

“Supergirl,” Lena muttered as Kara inhaled deeply into Lena’s hair. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Kara said innocently. “Ooo, what’s that?”

Lena looked up and realized that she had squeezed the laser pointer in her hand, and the small red dot was moving across the screen behind her. Kara released her from her hug and backed up, sticking her tongue out and furrowing her brow in concentration before launching herself at the wall. Lena’s wrist flicked in surprise, sending the little red dot across the wall and onto the ceiling. Kara, unrestrained by the laws of gravity, took off after the dot, and in doing so sent the projector screen to the floor with a loud crash.

“Miss Luthor?”

Lena looked away from the chaotic Kryptonian as her assistant poked her head into the room. “Jess, I’m not sure now is the time…”

“Agent Danvers is on Line One,” Jess told her, but she was watching as Kara chased the laser pointer into a corner, knocking over a potted plant in the process.

“Right,” Lena replied. She looked back at the dozen interns currently watching National City’s heroine pouncing on a red dot. “Okay, I think everyone should head to lunch a bit early. Orientation will resume at one thirty with your department heads.”

The young scientists didn’t even grumble as they shuffled out of the room.

“Here, keep her occupied,” Lena instructed, handing over the laser pointer to Jess as she stepped into the lobby to take the phone call. “Alex?”

“Heeeeey, Lena,” Alex answered, raising Lena’s suspicions. “I don’t want to alarm you, but, um, have you seen…?”

“Have I seen my wife? Yes, she crashed through the window into my conference room about three minutes ago, and now Jess is… entertaining her,” Lena replied, peering into the next room. In fact, Jess might’ve been having a bit too much fun leading Kara around the room using the laser pointer. Lena sighed and focused her attention back to the phone call.

“Oh, good, good,” Alex replied. “Does she seem a little… off?”

“If by off you mean high as a kite, then yes, I’d say she’s a little off,” Lena told her. “Care to explain?”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line and Lena could practically hear Alex trying to formulate her response. “Well, the team got a call from the NC Botanical Gardens about this plant that somebody donated that they couldn’t identify and it turned out to be alien and while they were inspecting it, the plant shot some kind of pollen in their faces.”

“Some kind of pollen?” Lena interrupted. “Is it dangerous?”

“I don’t think so,” Alex replied. “It affected them all differently. J’onn passed out immediately— he’s fine, he’s sleeping it off in the infirmary. Brainy is acting like he’s had fifteen shots of espresso— he’s currently reprogramming the Roomba for combat. It didn’t affect Nia at all, probably because she’s half human. Kara flew off before I could really get an idea of how it was affecting her, but you say she’s… high? How so?”

Lena looked back into the other room to see that Kara was lying on her back beneath the broken potted palm, slapping playfully at the fronds and giggling. She really only had one comparison she could make.

When she was seven years old, Lionel had brought home a kitten as a pet. A little black and white fluff ball with a flat face, Lena had named her Duchess. Lena had doted on the cat until Lillian sent her away to boarding school, and she wasn’t entirely sure what became of it after that. One distinct memory of the cat came to mind now. She had given Duchess a catnip-stuffed toy, and the normally refined feline had spent hours rolling around on the toy, carrying it from room to room, pupils dilated, completely relaxed, stoned out of her mind.

That was exactly what Kara looked like now.

“Are you telling me my sister is—“

“Basically a human-shaped cat at the moment? Mmhmm,” Lena confirmed.

Alex let out a long-suffering sigh on the other end of the phone. “Okay, we need to get her someplace safe where she can’t do any damage until the chemicals get out of her system.”

“If I can get her home, I can turn on the red sun lamps in the bedroom,” Lena replied.

“Every time I try to forget that you had those installed, you just have to remind me,” Alex grumbled. “But yeah, good idea. Take her home, make her shower to get any excess pollen off, and then just lock her in the bedroom until it wears off.”

“Okay, I’ll be sure to let you know how it goes.”

Lena made her way back to the conference room where Kara was hiding behind the edge of the table, eyeing the laser pointer on the wall yet again, and Jess was smiling gleefully as she slowly moved the light in circles around on the wall.

“Okay, I hate to break up the fun, but hand over the laser pointer,” Lena said, holding her hand out expectantly.

“Awwwww,” Jess groused.

“Jessica,” Lena warned.

Jess sighed and gave her the device. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” Lena told her. “I’m gonna need you to—“

“Cancel your meetings for the rest of the day and have facilities come clean up this mess and replace the window?” Jess supplied. “On it, boss.”

“Now I remember why I hired you,” Lena said with a grin. “Come on, Kara, darling, we’re going home.”

“But—“ Kara began to argue, only to stop when Lena aimed the laser pointer at the door.

Lena managed to get the pouncing Kryptonian into the elevator, downstairs, and through the lobby with minimal incident and only one bent elevator panel of destruction. What Lena hadn’t realized, however, was that once they were outside, the bright midday sunlight made the laser pointer’s dot near-impossible to see, even for Kryptonian eyes. The city itself, however, offered plenty of things to distract Kara away from the town car on the curb.

“Ooo, look, Lena!” Kara exclaimed. “Kebabs!”

Lena grabbed Kara’s cape in an attempt to stop her, but that only resulted in her being dragged across the sidewalk towards a falafel stand. Once they were at the front of the line, Lena bought several servings of kebabs and grabbed them all up before Kara could get hold of them.

“Nuh-uh,” Lena chastised. “You only get kebabs if you get in the car. Deal?”

Kara pouted, but she reluctantly cooperated. Once they were in the car, Lena instructed George to take them to her penthouse. When they reached the apartment building, however, there was an ice cream truck serendipitously stationed on the corner, and Kara pointedly refused to enter the building without getting ice cream. Lena couldn’t help but scowl as she paid for a heaping cone of Kara’s favorite chocolate swirl. Her dour mood couldn’t last, however, with Kara happily lapping at her ice cream cone as the elevator made its way to the top floor.

Once inside their apartment, it wasn’t difficult to get Kara into the bedroom, and once she was there Lena immediately hit the button that switched on the red sun lamps and locked down all of the windows and doors. The room was awash in a coppery glow, and Kara immediately sank down on the foot of the bed.

“Whoa!” she exclaimed woozily.

“You okay?” Lena asked, immediately concerned.

“Yeah, just really sleepy all of a sudden,” Kara replied, and then she yawned in further confirmation. She stretched her arms high over her head, the remainder of her ice cream cone tipping precariously.

“Easy there,” Lena warned, pulling the offending dessert back down to face-level. “Why don’t you finish that up while I get the shower going, and then after that you can take a nap. Sound good?”

“Will you nap with me?” Kara asked pitifully

“Of course,” Lena replied. After the last half hour, she certainly felt like she needed a nap herself.

Kara finished the ice cream quickly, as Lena collected towels and pajamas. She managed to get Kara out of her super suit and into the shower without using the laser pointer or bribing her with food. For a moment Lena felt quite successful— until Kara reached out and yanked Lena, fully clothed, under the spray.

“Kara!” Lena sputtered.

Kara just giggled, eyes fixated south of Lena’s face as her white blouse became more and more transparent. “Hehe… tiddies.”

Lena put her fingers underneath Kara’s chin and pushed her face up until she met her gaze. “Eyes up here, Danvers.”

By the time she got Kara out of the shower her wife was practically falling asleep standing up. Lena managed to get Kara’s blonde hair mostly dried and forced her into a t-shirt and pajama shorts before she staggered to the bed.

“Just gonna close my eyes for a bit,” Kara murmured as she cuddled into a pillow.

“You do that, darling,” Lena chuckled. Then she made her way back to the bathroom. She cleaned up the puddles of water, dried her hair, and put on her own pajamas before returning to the bedroom.

She blinked at the sight that greeted her. In the ten minutes she had taken in the bathroom, Kara had raided their closet for all of the pillows, blankets, and extra comforters, and had used those to construct a round fort on their king-size bed.

“Kara?” Lena called hesitantly, and a blonde head appeared over the top of the nest.

“Lena!” Kara exclaimed, reaching toward her with grabby hands.

Lena went willingly, climbing carefully over the blankets and into the red-tinted pillow fort Kara had created. Once she was inside, Kara tucked a blanket over her and then curled into her body, resting practically on top of her as her head found Lena’s chest for a pillow.

“Mmm, this okay?” Kara asked.

Lena sighed, moving a bit until her body fit even better against Kara’s. “This is good.”

“Yeah,” Kara sighed. “You’re so soft. Love you.”

Lena stroked her hair and let out a sigh of her own. “Love you, too.”

[hualianff]

More Than This VI 《V》

It’s no surprise XL gains his own taste of fame after walking the red carpet with one of the most sought-after actors in the country. He doesn’t mind it, going as far as to create a few social media accounts to interact with fans and scroll through their photos and edits of him. He has a few fan sites too, but only for fancy events where he chooses to be recognized in public.

XL and HC agreed before sharing their relationship with the public that they would maintain a strong sense of privacy when it came to their personal lives. They only share what they want to. The paparazzi who manage to take photos without permission are immediately disciplined so it doesn’t happen again.

(“I can’t believe you did it.”

“Hmm, Gege said he was okay with it.”

“I know! But I didn’t expect you to actually....” XL stares at a recent selfie of them HC had posted on his Twitter, taken the night HC won his award. “We look like we just had sex.”

“Nobody’s gonna know.”

XL raises an unimpressed eyebrow at his boyfriend. HC insists again.

“Nobody’s gonna know-”

“They’re gonna know,” XL says with a sigh, pointing to the hickey marks clearly visible on the photo. HC rolls over closer to XL in their bed, scrutinizing the image on XL’s phone.

“Oh, I didn’t see those when I posted the photo.”

“San Laaang!” XL cries, pushing at the taller man’s shoulder before burying his face into his pillow. HC makes XL breakfast in bed as an apology and promises to not drunk-post anything again.)

Eight months after officially dating–which is over two years since they met–HC asks XL to move in with him. XL doesn’t even need to think about his answer, a simple “Yes! Yes please!” escaping his lips. Both HC and XL’s faces light up with overjoyed smiles.

They seem to have had the same idea about where to live, purchasing a home they’ve been eyeing for months! The best aspects include a massive yard (front, side, and back) for XL to tend to, a hot tub, and a spacious living and dining room area to entertain guests. It’s not the grandest or most impressive residence by size or feature. In fact, the first months have them living in a half-finished, rusty house with the prettiest garden you’ve ever seen.

It gradually gets better. HC and XL knew they would have to do a lot of work to improve the shape of their home. Over the next year, they repair and remodel the house themselves, simultaneously adding value to the property and curating the style to fit their dream home. XL makes sure to post progress photos on his social media. His most recent selfie of HC and himself in hardware glasses got over 500k likes! He pinned HC’s comment that said, “Gege is my own very handyman!”

(HC, in a sleeveless tee, shorts that show off his ass, hair pulled back into a high bun: “Gege, you’re the boss now. Tell me what to do.”

XL, struggling not to gawk at HC’s side boobs: “O-okay, first, can you smash those cabinets-”

Cue them making out against the counter when it’s the only part of the kitchen that is fully done.)

***

Having a partner who considers the outdoors as a second home is a special experience. XL often takes HC on dates to national parks and plant nurseries. They go on weekend camping trips where XL teaches HC how to properly filter water, summit long stretches of terrain, and stay warm during cold nights with below-freezing temperatures.

(HC, trying to fit into XL’s sleeping bag: “Hi, gege-”

XL: “San Lang, you have your own sleeping bag that you can actually fit in.”

HC: ‘But I’m cold. Gege helps keep me warm.”

XL: “Fine. But let’s use yours because it’s bigger.”

HC, kissing XL’s forehead: “Thank you, my love.”)

On their hikes, XL points to different plants, explaining their origins and why he finds each one particularly beautiful. At first, HC picks up random flowers on the way home and then he asks XL about what flower fate gave him that day to gift his beloved. (“San Lang, that’s not allowed!”) HC eventually stores all the random facts in his mind, always eager to listen to XL talking about his passion. He also learns to keep his hands from digging up “poor, helpless plants from their home soil.”

However, this unfortunately doesn't prevent HC from accidentally squishing some plants in their yard that he thought were just weeds.

(HC, thinking he’s a good partner: “Get out, stupid weeds. CHOP CHOP!”

XL: “SAN LANG STOP, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

HC: “Gege always works so hard. I just wanted to help you in the yard today because you deserve it.” 🥺

XL: *sigh* “I appreciate the gesture, San Lang. But those particular grasses took months to grow, and you just killed them-“)

***

Countless media outlets try to stir up trouble like they typically do with celebrities. Especially when HC has roles that involve romance, articles claiming HC and XL are on the brink of breaking up receive lots of attention. However, what gains more attention are the videos the couple posts on Youtube or Instagram live of their reactions to their “scandals.”

(XL, reading a headline: “Actor bachelor Hua Cheng and co-star Yushi Huang seem to be cozying up after a late-night shoot.’”

HC: “I’m not a bachelor, the fuck?”

XL, smiling: “You could be. Me as well. We can be bachelors together.”

HC, chuckling: “All right. If gege is, then so am I.”

The comments: “That doesn’t make any sense!?”

HC, reading another headline: “HC’s lover found with a mysterious third party??”

XL, exclaiming: “Oh, that’s Shi Qingxuan! You know, the designer for all our red carpet outfits!” 🥰🥰

HC: *nodding along*

XL, cheekily: “-and my secret second-lover”

HC: *blanches* “What.”

XL: “Kidding!!!! San Lang is the only one for me, hehe.” *kisses HC’s cheek* “Okay, next one!”)

Everyone watching the videos is 50% confused and 50% entertained as HC and XL make light of any drama the media portrays them in. Viewers accept that of course, the rumors aren’t true; HC and XL are still very much in love.

They’re in love with each other and will continue falling for many years to come.

***

HC doesn’t like watching himself on screen. However, he does enjoy previewing his own movies for the first time with his boyfriend.

While XL watches the new movie, HC observes XL’s reactions. It helps that XL is a conversational movie watcher too. XL’s narrations consist of horny comments during the sexual scenes (“Ooh, that’s hot. Nice tongue.” “Thank you?”), side remarks about the plot and characters (“San Lang, your character is very rude.” “...”), and dramatic reactions to the huge reveal scenes where HC becomes a human punch bag. (“Oh my goooosh, San Lang!! It was him all along- AHH!!”)

As a perfectionist, something you have to be in HC’s field of work, HC is incredibly self-critical of his performance. Which is another reason why it’s nice to have XL watch alongside with, who never has a shortage of praises for his boyfriend.

(HC: “Fuck, why did they leave this shot in the final? I’m supposed to be mourning for my dead lover but instead, I look like I’m crying out of daddy issues. Why did no one tell me!? It looks so bad-” *pointing to himself on the screen* “-stop looking so constipated-!”

XL, squeezing HC’s nape and massaging his shoulders: “San Lang, no one thinks that except for you. You did everything perfectly. Please acknowledge your hard work and just enjoy the movie.”

HC: *sigh* “You’re right. Okay. Thanks, gege.”

A beat of silence. HC cuddles closer to XL.

HC: “Love you.”

XL: “Love you too.”)

***

XL now knows HC’s movies well enough to quote HC’s lines in his movies to make him laugh. HC happily indulges him, questioning after breaking character, “Gege, are you sure I’m the actor out of the two of us?”

One time, HC and XL are in their kitchen re-enacting a scene with HC as the investigator going to a bartender for more information on his suspect. HC has XL caged against the counter, asking in a teasing manner, “How can I repay you for your help tonight?”

XL lowers his eyelids, looking up through his lashes, flawlessly depicting his character. “Any restrictions on your offer?”

“No, darling. Name a price, a brand, a desire. Right now, anything is on the table,” HC says huskily. XL slyly bites his lip.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

XL brings a hand up to cup HC’s jaw, then smooths it down his neck, traveling down his bare chest. XL tilts his head to expose his neck, wanting to build up his boyfriend’s anticipation. But before he can say his next line, HC effortlessly throws XL over his shoulder like a bag of rice.

“San Lang, wait, this is not how it went in the movie!” XL shouts, a little dizzy from the sudden lift turning him upside down. HC takes long strides to their bedroom, plopping XL on their mattress and blanketing him with his larger frame.

HC only utters a husky “we’re improvising” before diving down to devour XL’s lips. XL’s arms hook around HC’s neck, holding him impossibly close.

***

After a filming shoot where HC’s character gets beaten up–HC performing his own stunts–he heads home beyond exhausted. He just wants to take a relaxing shower and cuddle his boyfriend in their warm bed.

HC arrives at their house a little past midnight. He opens the door and finds XL’s back facing him, quietly humming a song as he takes care of the vase in the living room. The sight makes HC smile.

However, as XL turns around, the vase slips from his hands and explodes into pieces on the ground.

“San Lang! What happened to you!?” XL cries out, the panic in his voice only comparable to the day he had confessed. HC stands in the doorway confused. Was something wrong with his appearance?

XL is on him in an instant, his pupils shaking as he frantically asks, “Does it hurt a lot? What happened!?”

HC blinks, expression blank as he still doesn't understand what has freaked XL out. But as the shorter man gently caresses HC’s face, it suddenly hits him.

The make up!

HC urgently starts rubbing the fake bruises off his face. “Gege, I’m okay! It’s just make up, none of this is real. See?” He holds his hands out for XL to see as the pigment stains HC’s palms. “I’m so sorry! San Lang is dumb, he didn’t mean to make you worry,” HC murmurs as he takes XL between his arms. He really loves this man too much.

XL’s teary eyes shine glimmer as HC embraces him. “Y-you’re sure you’re okay?”

HC nods, leaning into the slender hand that cups his cheek.

“Thank goodness,” XL breaths out as he buries his face into HC’s neck. His next words are slightly muffled. “It looks…so realistic.”

“Yeah, the make up artists are all quite talented, aren’t they?”

XL clings tighter to HC.

“Very much so. Let’s shower so we can properly wash it off.”

“All right,” HC says. “Wait, we?”

XL tugs HC toward the master bathroom.

“Hush, let’s go.”

***

They lay in bed together after four long months of separation. Both of them had been in different parts of the country; HC filmed a drama series while XL traveled for several high-profile projects. Their respective busy work schedules limited communication to brief video chats and text messages, which never seemed enough.

Now, with his head resting on HC’s chest, their legs overlapping comfortably, XL finally feels like he’s where he belongs.

“Why did you choose me?”

Tactical fingers massage XL’s scalp, lulling him into a serene state of bliss. XL nuzzles further into his boyfriend-sized pillow.

“It’s not like I can choose who I fall in love with, Gege,” HC states with a light chuckle. “But if you want an answer, it’s because you are everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner.”

XL looks up at his boyfriend, mouth forming a shape of an O.

“That simple? Even when we made a deal to have no strings attached?” XL asks. HC groans at the reminder of their initial agreement.

“Yes, which was a dumb decision on my part.”

“I agreed to it too. We were both dumb.”

They are silent for a moment. It’s not the first time they’ve talked about or referenced their insecurities when it came to confessing their feelings. XL’s luck when it came to dating someone who could love him for every part of him was practically nonexistent. HC’s constant grappling for his self-identity and worth rendered most of his relationships superficial. And temporary.

Always temporary.

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t like your plants though. They’re so pretty. And fascinating.” HC says, breaking the silence.

“They take up half our living room space.”

“So? You work with plants all day. They’re bound to be a part of your personal life as well.”

XL’s heart bursts with a sudden fondness. It’s a wonderful thing to be appreciated for the little things.

“I’m glad you think so,” he says happily. HC hums in response, sending vibrations to where XL’s cheek lays on his chest. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you were a famous actor for the first three months we…”

“Met up for sex?” HC finishes with an impish grin.

“Yes,” XL laughs.

“It was nice not to be recognized for once. With you, I could just be myself,” HC says with ease he never thought he would be able to do. He’s struggled with letting himself be vulnerable his whole life. It turns out, HC just had to find the right person. And thank god he did. XL is more than HC’s outlet from his career. He’s become HC’s closest friend who knows him the best; he is HC’s number one supporter in any endeavor he pursues; he makes HC feel important. XL sees and loves HC for who he is. No amount of fame or wealth could come close to comparison.

“Gege?”

“Hmm?”

“Does it ever bother you that my life is always everyone else’s business?” HC softly asks.

“Well, the fame can be a bit…uncomfortable,” XL admits. “But you’re an amazing actor. And a remarkable person. I can’t blame your fans for loving you so much, you know? I also got to ride in a limo-“

“Which you rode very well-”

XL flicks his boyfriend’s forehead.

“You’re so predictable.”

“You would’ve said the same thing given the chance. Don’t lie, gege.”

They go back and forth a little longer, never once creating unnecessary distance between each other as they roll around until they’re on their sides. Facing each other in their bed that’s been vacant for months, HC and XL are inseparable.

“As I was saying, fame is something that comes with your job–your passion. You can’t control it, nor does it solely characterize who you are. Besides, I get to be a part of your life! That’s all that really matters,” XL continues. He shifts forward so their bodies are closely pressed together. XL plants a kiss on HC’s chin, then whispers a confession that tilts HC’s entire world on its axis.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone like you.”

HC’s world spins and spins until all that he sees is his beloved, gleaming brighter than all the galaxies without the power to disrupt their orbit. He wraps his arms around XL and kisses the top of his head.

“Me too, Gege.”

Bonus:

HC watches wearily as XL salivates at a showering scene where HC’s bare ass flashes in the frame. XL turns to HC with a serious look in his eyes.

“San Lang! Hiking has done your ass wonders.”

XL sneaks a grope to a meaty cheek. HC chokes.

***

“You can’t be late to your own premiere!” XL cries incredulously.

“Try me,” HC purrs into XL’s ear, delicately kissing the lobe.

XL gasps as teasing hands roam around his torso, one of them slipping down to cup his behind. He vaguely thinks about how SQX is expecting them in the next hour to help with their red carpet outfits. But when hungry lips attach to the sensitive column of his neck, XL is a goner.

“Gege doesn’t have to do any work. Just lay back and look pretty.”

(Brainchild with @no-one-says-hi!)

[h2bakugou]

Can I request bakugou, todoroki, and midoriya with an s/o that’s touch starved but really likes showing affection for others? Like, they try giving others affection but if someone gives them affection, they don’t know how to deal with it? Sorry if it didn’t make sense >.

a/n: i love this! it’s a super cute idea. i haven’t done a headcanon in a minute lol

headcanon: touch starved s/o who has no problem showing affection but struggles with receiving affection

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, teensy bit of angst (sad nae nae)

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katsuki bakugou

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Bakugou picked up on your behavior really quickly. (he’s just attentive like that 👀)

He didn’t say much about it at first, just assuming it was something you always did. You were always open on giving a good hug every now and then to a friend who needed it.

But then he started to notice smaller things.

How you’d tense up when the person you were hugging patted or rubbed your back. Or how you’d freeze when someone touched your shoulder mid-conversation.

He began noticing things in your relationship with him. 

If you were sitting together, you always got nervous about your hand being near his.

At first, he thought this was because of his quirk and his sweaty palms. It was the only time Bakugou felt 0.001% insecure about his quirk and sometimes clammy hands.

But then he noticed, you would often get shy when he mentioned kissing or cuddling.

So he decided to ask you about it.

It started off as just a normal conversation, you were talking to Deku about something when Bakugou intervened.

“Oi, (y/n), we need to talk.” Bakugou stated in his usual tone. You gave Deku a smile and walked off with Bakugou over by the stairs, alone and away from most everyone.

“Do you not like being seen with me or something? Are you embarrassed by me?” Bakugou stood against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.

“N-No? What makes you think that?” You answered, worried you’d said or done something that upset him.

“You never want to hold hands or do any stupid couple shit.” Bakugou looked at you, his ruby pupils staring you down.

“O-oh.” Was all you could muster to say.

“Oh?” Bakugou repeated back to you.

“I’m sorry. It’s not like I’m trying to avoid you or anything, it’s just...” You were searching for the right words to say. 

You’d never been good with affection. Receiving it at least. It was easy to be there for your friends, not wanting them to experience what you had once gone through.

Seeing people change and switch up on you was hard, especially after knowing all the love, and affection they had given you was fake.

You didn’t believe the people you called your friends would do that to you now, but you still had problems with accepting their affection.

“I’m just not good with receiving affection.” You followed up. You had taken interest in the ground. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

“You’re not good with receiving affection?” Bakugou questioned, trying to grasp what you were saying.

“I had a really bad bunch of friends back in middle school, and now I just have a hard time believing any affection someone shows me is real.” You clenched your hands into fists and held back tears.

“Oh.” Bakugou went silent.

“I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you.” You began to walk off, letting the tears fall from your eyes.

Before you could get very far, Bakugou’s hand on your wrist stopped you. You froze. Bakugou let you go almost immediately.

“I never said you weren’t good enough for me so don’t even fucking think like that again.” Bakugou looked you dead in the eyes.

“I’m not like those assholes. N-No one in this stupid class is like them.” Bakugou looked away, having trouble saying that about his classmates. He knew they were stupid sometimes, but he wouldn’t say they were fake.

“I love you. And I mean every ounce of that stupid gooey lovey-dovey shit.” Bakugou looked back at you, pink dusting across his cheeks.

“I’ll try harder for you.” You said softly, wiping the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.

“We don’t have to rush into anything, just-” Bakugou paused.

“I just wanna be able to hold you.” Bakugou pouted, his cheeks burning a brighter red shade.

“Awe.” You said softly. You walked over to him and hesitated before giving him a hug.

“You can hug me back.” You said quietly, allowing him to wrap his arms around you. You tensed up, but relaxed, remembering his words.

Little by little you began adjusting to affection, starting with little things like touches and hugs before moving onto kissing and such.

Bakugou was proud of your improvements, and so were you.

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shoto todoroki

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If we’re being honest, you’d have to openly admit to struggling with affection to Todoroki.

Baby boy is a bit oblivious.

But he cares for you immensely and is 110% ready to help you in any which way you need.

You struggle with receiving affection and need to get out of a certain situation, Todoroki is there to save the day. (hehe he’s ur hero)

But on the sidelines, Todoroki is also helping you little by little, by allowing him to give you affection.

Whether it just be holding hands or laying with one another.

If it ever gets to be too much for you, he’ll stop what he’s doing and give you your space.

When Todoroki found out, he was angry. He wanted to give those people a piece of his mind. Because he knows first hand how shitty people can be in the emotional abandonment department.

i.e. thanks dad if i should even call you that you heat meister looking ass bitch. (i’m just saying this for the fic i love endeavor even if he looks like the heat meister.)

“I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Todoroki spoke softly. He hesitated before hovering his hand over yours.

“May I?” He asked. You nodded and allowed him to hold your hand in his. You didn’t mind his touch as much as you thought you would.

Todoroki was different. He was always so gentle with you, nothing compared to how your old friends treated you.

So it was easier to get used to his affection.

And little by little you got accustomed to your classmate's affection, Todoroki, of course, monitoring everyone.

There were still times when small actions made you unsure.

The person you struggled most with was, of course, Bakugou.

He was always loud, and he just seemed like he hated you.

Todoroki, being the good boyfriend he is, tried to talk to Bakugou.

Whether Bakugou received the information given was still unsure.

“Could you at least treat them with respect? They respect you it’s the least you could do.” Todoroki glared at Bakugou.

“They’re below me. You can piss off.”

“It wouldn’t kill you to be nice. You don’t know what they’ve been through.” Todoroki stood up for you. Bakugou went silent.

“Whatever. Get out of my way IcyHot.” Bakugou shoved past Todoroki.

Bakugou didn’t really talk to you much after that, only if he absolutely needed too.

Which meant he wasn’t really acting like much of an asshole, at least toward you. 

He wouldn’t admit it, but what Todoroki said really struck a chord with him.

Todoroki was really good at understanding you. He knows what it’s like to not feel like affection is mutual. He understands being wary of other people.

That’s why the two of you work so well together, and why you feel so strongly for him.

He’s not bullshitting you, and neither of you have the heart to bullshit somebody else.

You may come across as blunt or rude, but you’re just honest. You’ve both been through the rounds, and no one deserves to be treated like garbage.

Todoroki stands up for you a lot, but he knows when and where it’s your place to say what you need to say. 

Todoroki is a solid boyfriend, and is honestly just the sweetest. He’s understanding, and open to learning. And you both help each other grow.

You’re the perfect pair.

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izuku midoriya

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Izuku is honestly so sweet. 

And given the right circumstances, he’s super affectionate. But it’s his shyness that changes that.

When he first liked you, he struggled big-time admitting to it. He was always nervous around you.

But when you got into your relationship, he was much more affectionate and confident.

You had to tell him you were uncomfortable.

Midoriya felt super bad. He felt overbearing, and pushy, as well as clingy. But then he saw your reasoning behind being so closed off to receiving affection. He felt upset.

“It’s not your fault, Izu. It’s just a lot to process at the moment.” You spoke softly, resting your hand on his.

Midoriya went to move his hand, worried that you were uncomfortable. But you stopped him.

“I trust you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” You smiled. Trusting Midoriya was, in a good way, easy. He wouldn’t deliberately hurt you. You weren’t sure if he could.

Midoriya was always thinking for others, and rarely thought for himself. 

That’s one of the main reasons why you let him in so quickly. He needed you. He’d been touch starved himself.

So letting each other in slowly was nice. You were both new to so much, and it was nice to be going at the same pace with someone, especially in a romantic setting.

Things started off slow, holding hands in private, to holding hands in public, and hugging often.

Then when things got easier for you, allowing your friends and classmates in, you noticed how kind and true these people were.

Midoriya helped a lot with that as well.

Being a part of his friend group was a major help. They were all so kind to you, and they all helped you get comfortable as best they could.

Whether it be Iida helping you study one afternoon, or Uraraka and you spending some time together hanging out.

Midoriya also understood when you got uncomfortable around Bakugou. Midoriya struggled with his childhood friend too, so it was something you got over together.

Eventually, the two of you understood that it was just in his nature to be a little overbearing and loud. Bakugou was training to be a hero, after all, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, unless you were sparring in which he expected you to give it your all against him.

But you didn’t expect Bakugou to be affectionate towards you, so you just tried to be as friendly as you could toward him.

And eventually, you and Midoriya were inseparable. You were often cuddling with him when you got the chance too. But with being close with one another, you also developed boundaries, and knew if it was too much to handle at times, you had to tell him.

Midoriya was open, and always there when you needed him, if you needed him for anything.

And if Bakugou gets too rowdy with you, you better believe Midoriya is standing up for you and using a little more than 8% to whoop his ass.

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masterlist

[ideks-on-mars]

Half-Brothers?

The Taichi-Naoyasu Situation

Taichi and Naoyasu are half-brothers and here's how lol

Taichi's mother and father had both met in their birth country of Germany. However, his grandparents on his mother's side hadn't approved of his father. The two had then decided to study a good amount of Japanese before saving up for plane tickets and running off to Japan. They changed their last names and had a completely fresh start. The two were madly in love, or at least that's what Taichi's mother thought. She had figured out she was pregnant, with who we know as Taichi, and she was ecstatic. She quickly told Taichi's father and his reaction was the exact opposite of what she expected. The man was furious and didn't want anything to do with the woman or baby. After hours of begging and yelling the man had left the German woman to fend for herself and her unborn baby. She picked up a few different jobs at small stores, extra shifts and she would make good friends that were more than happy to help her, two of those friends being the Shirabu's who also had a baby on the way. Her life in Japan was getting better. And on April 15, 1995, her baby Taichi, was born. She had changed her name after the "Love of her life" had left. Her last name was Kawanishi. And now, all she had was her, her friends, and her beloved baby.

Meanwhile, almost exactly 4 months before Taichi was born. A small, fragile, pale woman, had been another victim of the man. She had found out she was pregnant by him during January 1996. The woman was, just like the last, left soon after. The woman was young and hadn't even been in Japan for too long. She had came to Japan from her home country of Finland due to that fact that it had always been a dream of hers to move in with her grandmother, who moved to Japan when she was two. She was intelligent though, and knew languages like Finnish, Slovak, German, and Japanese. She could also keep up a normal conversation in English and Danish. She was confident in her ability to take care of a baby and she studied extra hard, wanting to be able to get a decent job for her and her baby.

After graduating from college, she was now about seven months pregnant. She lived with her grandma and she was working as a translator for people visiting Japan. She had, who we know as, Naoyasu Kuguri, not long after. However, the older he had gotten, his mother had taught him more Finnish, Slovak, and German than Japanese. He knew some Japanese, of course, they lived in Japan. However his mother thought that all he needed was her and the only person he should feel the absolute need to talk to was her.

TIME SKIP

Multiple years later and Taichi is now seventeen with Naoyasu being sixteen. STZ was having a practice match against Nohebi and they were having a small break between the first and second set.

"Kawanishi-Kun~...doesn't number twelve over there remind you of yourself~ hehe~"

Kawanishi turned to the place his upperclassmen, Tendō Satori, was pointing towards, curious as to what he was talking about.

Taichi scanned the other team until his eyes landed on number twelve. The boy had a lean, yet muscular build, his height similar to Semi's. He had a bored expression on his face and a water bottle in hand. His eyes were pointed at the end, very similar to Taichi's. The only difference was that number twelve's eyes rounded into the point. Taichi's were more of a obtuse angle that lead to the point. Their eyelids were both very pointy. His eyebrows were thicker than Taichi's and his pupils were a lot bigger and more circle shaped, compared to Taichi's oval shaped pupils. Taichi's eyes were silver gray, number twelve's eyes seemed to be green with a hint of grey. Taichi's hair was a darker ginger, thick, and messy. Yet number twelve's hair was...interesting. His hair was a blonde mixed with brunette, leaving him with a very light brown bedhead. However his eyebrows were darker.

"He does look...kind of like me..."

"Kind of", was a bit of an understatement, Taichi could go around telling his team that they were related and they'd most likely believe it, except for Kenjirō of course, who knew the whole situation with Taichi's family.

"You should talk to him! You two seem equally as uninterested."

Some of his teammates laughed at Yamagata's joke but Taichi, for once in his life, actually considered going up to the boy and talking to him.

As if God himself had granted him an opportunity, Nohebi's captain walked up to the team, his hand placed on the back of the stoic winged spiker.

"Hey, sorry if I'm interrupting anything, but would any of you mind helping Kuguri-Kun here find the restroom?"

The captain, who they knew was called Daishō, patted the boy's, now known as Kuguri, back twice. Kuguri didn't react though, he stood there beside his captain quietly, slouched and staring at the ground blankly, his hands stuffed into his volleyball jacket pockets. Before anyone could speak, Tendō, not surprisingly, did.

"Oh! Well our dear Kawanishi-Kun would love to escort Kuguri-Kun! Right Kiwi?"

Kawanishi looked at Tendō with an expression that said "are you serious?" but Taichi wasn't one to go against an upperclassmen's wishes, especially Tendō's. Taichi sighed.

"Yes, Tendō-San."

Daishō smiled a snake-like smile, however Taichi didn't think he could help it, and walked away leaving his teammate with the monsters known as Shiratorizawa. Taichi could tell he was uncomfortable so he quickly walked past him towards the exit.

"C'mon, Kuguri-Kun."

He said, his German accent slipping a little. He glanced behind him and saw that Kuguri was sauntering behind him. Taichi stopped, waiting for the slightly shorter male to catch up with him and began to walk at the other's pace.

Taichi got to the door first and held it open for the brunette. He glanced up at Taichi and nodded. However Taichi could've swore he saw the other's eyes widen for point two seconds before he looked back down and walked through the door way. Taichi, even though it was barely audible, heard Kuguri speak.

"Thank you, Kawanishi-San."

The thick, obviously European, accent was clear in his words. Taichi could tell that it was slightly German, but it just had to be another Northern European accent. Taichi quickly shook it off and nodded. They silently headed down the hall, the occasional Shiratorizawa student walking past them. Suddenly, and surprisingly, Kuguri spoke.

"So...where are you from?"

Taichi was taken aback, the other's accent was thicker now. Taichi seemed confused but figured the the other thought he was from somewhere else due to his accent.

"Oh, um, I'm from Japan. It's just that my mother is German and...I knew how to speak German before Japanese."

Kuguri nodded.

"Oh. I was just asking. I spoke Finnish, Slovak and German before I spoke Japanese. I'm still not as good as I should be at it."

Taichi understood. Japanese was no joke, and neither was Finnish, Slovak, and German.

"Well, if speaking in German makes it easier for you, then I don't mind."

(Bold + Red = Speaking in German)

Kuguri smiled happily. It wasn't the biggest smile, more of just the sides of his lips curling upward, but still, a smile.

"Thank you...Naoyasu Kuguri."

Taichi smiled back, a similar smile to the one Naoyasu had shown him before.

"Nice to meet you...I'm Taichi Kawanishi."

The two smiled, happy that they had someone that they could relate to.

"Anyways, I didn't see you on Nohebi last year, are you new?"

"Yeah, I'm a first year..."

TIME SKIP

It was now the end of the match and Nohebi was about to get on their long trip back to Tokyo.

(I looked it up and from Miyagi to Tokyo is 4-6 hours 👀)

The two teams thanked each other for the practice game, all waving as they piled into the bus. Naoyasu was the last one to get on. He turned around and waved at Taichi one more time. Taichi waved back and watched happily as his new friend had drove off. He was glad they had exchanged numbers.

"So you really did make friends with him?"

Taichi looked over at his teammates.

"Yeah. He was pretty chill."

They nodded.

"Did you catch his name?"

"Yeah. Naoyasu Kuguri."

TIME SKIP

The two boys ended up being good friends. They didn't get to hang out as much as they wanted but it was good enough for them due to the fact that they weren't very social people anyway. Though, when they found out that they both got to go to the same training camp, they were excited. In the training camp you actually got time to lay back and chat with people from other teams, giving them the chance to hangout with each other.

The thing was, at this training camp they allowed parents and/or siblings to come. The parents would come watch their children play, help with lunch and dinner, and help with other fun drills and activities, and if they had younger children they were allowed to bring them. That's how a lot of the parents and siblings made good friends with the others. Taichi's mom, Annike, had always come, due to the fact that, 1) she loves and wants to support her son, and 2) she was great friends with most of the moms of his teammates and other teams. She would always bring Taichi's little six-year-old half sister, Takara, who enjoyed playing with the other little ones. She was the result of of Taichi's old stepfather. He was a cool guy and him and his mom were on good terms. Taichi never really gave him a chance though. However, Taichi would never deny the fact that he adored his little sister.

Once they arrived, Taichi quickly scoped out his teammates and joined them whilst his mother conversated with the other parents.

The coaches informed everyone that they would take the first day to let everyone get settled in, eat, and conversate.

Earlier into the day, Taichi heard his name being called.

"Kawanishi-San. Hello."

Taichi turned around, already having an idea of who it was.

"Hi Kuguri-Kun, how've you been?"

"Alright. You?"

"Fine, thanks."

"Naoyasu! Don't run off like that."

(Bold + Blue = Speaking in Finnish)

"Sorry ma."

Taichi looked a little behind Naoyasu and saw a short, pale woman with blonde hair that fell beautifully over her shoulders, he could've swore she was made of glass. She had on light blue jeans and a grey shirt on. Her eyes were the same color as Naoyasu's.

"Who's this?"

Taichi had no clue what she was saying, considering she was speaking in Finnish. Suddenly Naoyasu moved to the side, so that he wasn't between the two and they could meet eyes and Taichi didn't only see one half of her.

"Ma, this is Taichi Kawanishi, a friend of mine. Kawanishi-San, this is my mother."

Taichi remembered that Naoyasu only had his mother and knew that she knew and taught him German, plus Naoyase was just speaking to her in German so he responded in German.

"It's nice to meet you Kuguri-San. I'm good friends with Naoyasu-Kun."

Taichi stuck his hand out. The woman grabbed it, firmly shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you Taichi-Kun. You can call me Aino."

"Taichi!"

Taichi looked behind him to see that his mother had come up behind him. She walked up beside him, a smile on her face, Takara beside her. Taichi's mom had curly, long, ginger hair that was pulled into a ponytail. She had on jeans and a t-shirt just like Miss Aino. She turned over to Aino and now the womans' jaws dropped.

Taichi and Naoyasu looked confused while Takara didn't seem to care all the much, only hugging her big brother's leg. Taichi patted her head, still not taking his eyes off of the two women.

"Aino?"

"Annike?"

Now the boys were beyond confused. They knew each other. Both the women nodded to each other and began to walk away. Taichi tried to call out to his mother.

"Mom-"

"Watch your sister Taichi. I'll be back soon."

Naoyasu tried too.

"Mom where are you-"

"Stay with Taichi, help watch the girl."

"Hi!"

Taichi and Naoyasu both looked at each other, shrugged, and looked down at the little girl, who was now looking up at Naoyasu.

WITH THE WOMEN

The two were behind the building now, staring at each other.

"It's been a while."

"It has."

They both were quiet for a few seconds.

"Is that...his son?"

Aino nodded.

"Yeah...it is. Naoyasu is his. I'm sure Taichi is his, correct?"

"Yeah, he is."

The two women chuckled.

"They're half-brothers."

"Yeah they are. They deserve to know."

Annike nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I can't lie to Taichi any longer."

The two talked more. Catching up with each other and talking about their respective sons. They were nervous to tell their sons, yet excited and happy that they at least had met and are good friends.

AFTER THEY HAD SAT THE TWO BOYS DOWN

Both Taichi and Naoyasu were now sat down on the curb of the parking lot near the building where the training camp was being held. The women were leaning against the Kawanishi's car, both smoking a cigarette. Takara was being watched by some of the Shiratorizawa moms.

Annike dropped the cigarette onto the asphalt and stepped on it, putting it out.

"We have to tell you something important."

The two boys nodded.

"I don't think you both realize how much this will affect you both. This will shock you both tremendously."

The two were hesitant, but nodded. The two women looked at each other and Aino gestured for the other to go ahead and tell the two.

"You two are half-brothers."

The two brothers paused completely. That was until Taichi slapped his thigh and stood up.

"I knew we looked alike!"

He didn't say it in German, causing some other people to look at the usually quiet boy out of curiosity. Taichi bowed towards them apologetically before returning to the situation at hand.

Naoyasu was in shock. Half-brothers? He was just being told now? He assumed that they had the same dad. He wasn't stupid. He put two and two together.

Naoyasu stood up beside Taichi. The two looked at each other not exactly knowing what to do. However, Taichi, who was already a big brother, now of two, had his instincts kick in. Whenever his little sister was confused and was completely lost on what to do, he comforted her, so that's what he did to his new, well new in his life, little brother.

Taichi wrapped his arms around Naoyasu tightly. Naoyasu seemed genuinely scared at first but calmed down quickly. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around Taichi, resting his head on Taichi's shoulder.

The two women smiled gently at their sons, both extremely pleased that the two seemed happy. Taichi pulled away and patted both Naoyasu's shoulders.

"Let's go introduce you to your new little sister too."

Naoyasu looked confused.

"But...I'm not related to her."

"You're part of the family now. No escaping."

Taichi and Naoyasu both laughed and began to make their way to the little girl. The moms watched before Annike started walking too. She noticed that Aino wasn't following her and turned around.

"You too, Aino. You're part of the family too."

Aino couldn't even fight the smile creeping onto her face and dropped her cigarette, stepping on it. Annike reached her hand out and Aino grabbed it.

They both rounded the corner and smiled widely when they saw Takara walking between her two big brothers, holding both theirs hands and talking about something with a big smile on her face.

[yulkieppe]

I read @iwaxme hot fanfic about iwaizumi and y/n’s seven minute’s in heaven, and I just can’t help but think of fluff following that.

@iwaxme​’s post: “Teach me?”

not so innocent— iwaizumi hajime

genre: fluff, romance

warning(s): nsfw jokes, details of what happened before hehe

↳ in which both the reader and iwaizumi is flustered by what happened between them in the closet

a/n: this is my first oneshot on tumblr, please be nice :3

“Oh thank god, I think they’re done,” he heard Oikawa say through the door.

You felt your insides turn when you heard Oikawa, your cheeks getting warmer from that comment. Were you both too loud? But to be fair, the walls are quite thin. Your feet were planted deeply into the ground, your toes wiggling in your shoes.

I’m definitely not going out after what happened

The fuzzy feeling around your stomach, stirring your insides. Your mind played back what happened a moment ago. Your cheeks grew a brighter shade of pink, though it was cancelled out by the darkness in the closet.

Iwaizumi looked at your silhouette, standing still. His lips unconsciously piping up, that look that he saw on you, was cute. The way your eyes fluttered shut, both of you panting heavily as he held you against the wall. That was hot. He couldn’t see much in the dark, the only thing he could see was your lovely silhouette under him, all vulnerable. You all up in his ear, breathing heavily.

“Iwa-chan, are you done? Are you going for another round? Iwa-chan, you’re such a dog!”, you heard Oikawa’s muffled voice through the door. He clapped his hands together as he continued to insult Iwaizumi.

The closet door swung open with Iwaizumi in front of it. The volleyball club was on the other end of the door, being busybodies. They stared at their vice-captain with their gaping eyes, shocked that their captain actually did something. To his crush, the one he adored for quite some time, but they didn’t expect him to do that. Everyone looked away as if they weren’t listening to what happened in the closet.

Oikawa giggled to himself, the bottle spinning and landing on you wasn’t fate. But it was intentional, he knew Iwaizumi’s spin was quite a cheat. He saw it himself, but he didn’t say anything, you didn’t think it was a cheat since it was the first time you played, but the whole team knew. They just played along.

A pair of hands wrapped around Iwaizumi, you clung onto him. Burying your face at the back of his sweater, the smell of his cologne engulfed your nostrils. Usually, you hated the smell of cologne since it has a strong and heavy scent to it, but Iwaizumi’s one is subtle and delicate. It has a welcoming feel to it.

Iwaizumi coughed out awkwardly, as his teammates looked at the both of you. Your touch was nerve-racking, as your fingers curled onto his sweater. The contact from your fingertips created the illusion of burn. Iwaizumi was nervous to your touch. He doesn’t understand his heart. His hands were roaming freely around you a moment ago as he pinned you against the wall, roughly even.

“(Y/N)-chan, are you okay? I warned you, Iwa-chan likes it rough!”, Kindaichi choked on his own saliva when he heard that comment. He heard it before earlier, but he was still not used to it. Your face burned up against Oikawa’s inappropriate comment, your hands gripping tightly onto Iwaizumi’s figure.

“Shu-shut up shittyka-kawa!” Iwaizumi’s words tripped against each other. He managed to stutter out his words while screaming at Oikawa. He placed his hands against yours, pulling your body into his chest. Shielding you from everybody’s eyes.

“I’m walking (Y/N) home”, he said curtly, not sparing a look at anyone. Still holding onto you protectively. Is this the walk of shame? Having to walk out after screaming inappropriately? How are you going to back in practice and continue manager duties after that? Loads of questions clouded your mind. Your legs continued walking, but you had no idea where you were just following Iwaizumi’s lead.

The sounds of crickets and grasshoppers flooded your ears, the way back home was really quiet. Your fingers fidgeting with each other, feeling restless of what just happened. Butterflies fluttering around your stomach, their wings tickling slightly.

“Teach me”

Your voice popped into your mind, that cringy line. You regret what you said, that was embarrassing. You mumbled uncomfortably under your breath, thinking about the things you did a moment ago.

But that line, that made Iwaizumi went mad. It sounded so innocent but what you meant was so dirty. He knew exactly what you meant the moment you said. He just had to make sure you really wanted it.

The awkward tension between you and Iwaizumi. Unsure on how to break the ice after that encounter. You both walked closely together, shoulders touching. Fingers grazing against one another. Etching to grab onto the other’s hand and intertwine. How do you close off this distance?

You’ve reached your apartment complex. It was dark out, the night sky laced with a tint of purple. Scattered with little stars on it, it was quite a sight to look at. You moved your hands away from Iwaizumi, this has been quite awkward. You gave him a small smile before walking into your apartment lobby.

“(Y/N)”

You stopped abruptly at his voice, your heart pacing slightly faster now.

Iwaizumi swiftly closed off the distance between you and him, you could feel his hot breath against you. Your heart jumped out for a moment. It reminded of you and him in the closet. The core between your thighs throb a little, you bit back your bottom lip feeling troubled. Your body is out of control.

Iwaizumi can’t just let you go and pretend nothing happened between you two. You definitely can’t ignore what happened earlier too. Your cute face looked at him anticipatingly, your pupils dilating at the closeness between you and him.

His fingers lingered between your chin, tilting your head up towards him. Your eyes locking with his as you waited for his next move. Your breath hitched, as he progressively got closed to your face. You didn’t understand why you were nervous, you did this earlier. It’s the same right? Your eyes shifting at his soft lips, wanting to taste them again.

His face an inch away from your face, both your noses touching. Your eyes couldn’t look away. Locking your breath away. This was quite bold of Iwaizumi. “I like you, isn’t it obvious?”

His soft lips landed onto yours. Your eyes closed in bliss. This was totally different from the first kiss. Your lips responded, kissing him back. Your hands burying itself in his hair, picking and pulling on a few. Iwaizumi growled lowly, that was quite dangerous. It could trigger something in Iwaizumi.

He pulled away, a string of saliva following. Rubbing it away with your thumb. Your heart was beating loudly against your chest, as your eyes refused to back down from his.

“Why do you look so shocked?”

“Hmm?”

“I mean we did something way wors-”, you laughed awkwardly at him, refusing for him to continue that sentence. He didn’t have to remind you, you remembered it vividly. It has shaken you up a bit though, but you had no one to blame since you asked for it.

You couldn’t help but grin hopelessly at Iwaizumi. Never in a million years, you would have thought to hear those three words. ‘I like you’, it sounded so foreign to you.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, we can walk to school together?” he asked. You nodded at him. Iwaizumi only smiled, he couldn’t believe that just happened.

Why are both of you shy now? You both were definitely not shy in the closet.

[vintage-brass-tc]

4/30/2021

On Friday, a marching band event was held at M’s new school for all the band kids. This was one of the many meetings to prepare for the busy year ahead of us, including the sessions I mentioned in the past couple of months. This one happened to be about our choreography!

I’ll get right into it. Let the highlights commence.

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I never found direct instructions on getting to the room we were set to go in, so I roamed the clearing when I entered, guided by the different people standing at certain checkpoints in the hallways. I reached a certain spot in one hall and there was a door blocking one of its directions. My gut told me to maneuver through it, but I didn’t, instead listening to the hall guy’s instructions.

Soon enough, I made it.

I walked into the auditorium, pretty confused as to why we would be placed there. I was very obviously puzzled when I then entered the room and realized. Not only were there like…only fifteen kids inside the area, but by some coincidence, W was there too. I was led to the wrong place.

W was already looking at me prior to we had made eye contact. He tilted his head to his left and furrowed his eyebrows at my arrival. I mirrored his movements, being just as baffled as he was. He then began to walk around the occupied chairs he stood behind.

He strode over to me and stopped around 8 inches away. He then leaned towards my face, making his usual serious eye contact. “Are you here for marching band?” His face was full of curiosity. “Yes, marching band.” I replied. I attempted to stay calm under his piercing gaze, which was always hard, as much as I’ve seen it before.

“I thought so,” he stated, “I’ll walk you there.” Without any wait whatsoever, he began p to move briskly up the wooden stairs of the auditorium. I speed-walked behind him. With quick strides, he glided through the backstage area. His quick footsteps reverberated throughout the room, followed by my rushed ones as I jogged to catch up with him.

I finally made it right behind him before we exited the room and we walked together in silence, which was accompanied by the taps of our shoes on the thick floor beneath us. I decided I wouldn’t leave him hanging. “Thank you for helping, W,” I said to him, genuinely. “Mmhm!” He hummed happily.

Soon we arrived at the starting destination.

“And here’s the band hall!” He exclaimed, beaming, as we entered. “Uhhh...” I felt my face flush slightly with embarrassment as I looked around. The room was empty, minus the four or five staff members present inside it. He froze for two seconds, slightly stunned. “I guess they already left.” He said.

“Haha, yeah.” I responded to him and chuckled after muttering to myself, “of COURSE they did.” Luckily, after our little moment of humiliation, we weren’t left hanging for a while. A lady went up and offered to lead me to where the marching band was. Of course, I gratefully took up that offer.

“And I’ll follow YOU (this time)!” He said in an upbeat tone of voice. “Hehe, alright!” I giggled. I shot my head back to smile at him, and he was already smiling. He moved with an adorable bouncy walk too while he trailed behind us.

We all walked for a little bit before the girl began some small talk about what instrument I played and whatnot. W parted from our little group at some point during the awkward conversation.

~~

“And through this door here...” she told me.

Funnily enough, it was the other side of the door that I had the gut urge to pass earlier. I suppose my ignorance led me to seeing W though, so it wasn’t all that bad. The lady smiled and I passed through the now un-propped open door while she held it for me.

“Thank you.” I told her in a quiet voice. She responded with a smile before softly shutting the door. I turned to look around the room, which was a gymnasium. Groups of people were either at the front or the sides of the room, chatting amongst themselves.

While I stood, a friend in my section greeted me joyfully, told me where to put my stuff down, and all that jazz. I placed my mildly translucent water bottle, hair-tie, sunglasses, and phone down on the flat, open seat-like area on the wall. In hindsight, I probably didn’t need the sunglasses or hair tie, but oh well. Bless the great indoors!

After I carefully pushed my gray sweater off of me, I noticed that all of the kids were beginning to gather on their spots at the front, so I followed suit. We soon stood in a formation of neat rows and columns after some slight controversy on who should stand where in line. After that, the rehearsal began.

~~

I didn’t see M at first when I walked in, but soon my eyes were gifted with the sight of his presence. Soon enough, he started to speak into his microphone. His voice and appearance is always better in person than it is in my head. ❤️

I believe he greeted us and thanked us for coming out to join him, but briefly due to a time crunch. He then let the choreographer introduce himself. While the guy talked and gave us a starter, M leaned on the wall.

I took this time to take in his outfit, and thank goodness I did. M looked great. All I’ll say to avoid being super specific is that he wore a hat as usual, and a long-sleeved baby blue shirt.

Fast forward during some preparation on posture and terms to remember, we began our first lesson in our dancing: A quick instruction on tendus. Soon after starting to demonstrate them, the choreographer told the front few rows to get low so the back could see what was going on.

He presented to everyone how they would shift their weight correctly and point our inner leg out in front of us while we did this. We then learned the correct way to lift that leg off the ground on each side and did some reps on those. Yada yada.

As the repetitions progressed, I noticed that M began to record the class. I figured he would use this footage for the future in case we had to learn these again in class. At 2-3 points in time, the camera was pointed right at me while I relayed the movements the class was taught. And it wasn’t even for a second. It was more like 8-15 seconds, give or take.

One of the times, I snuck a long glance at the camera, and then at him. He met my eyes while he was taping and stared into them with a pensive and interested look. His luminous dark brown eyes shone as a puppy’s would when begging for scraps.

I felt a light smile begin to tug at my lips as I looked into his eyes for a moment longer. I then focused back on the task at hand while he did his thing. He soon started panning the device to his left, and stopped taping (for now) after 6 seconds or so afterwards.

I would like to repeat that this happened at least 2-3 times, each during different reps...HDHGGHDYGS. I feel helpful. Just hoping my face wasn’t that red in the footage.

~~

After this fiasco, we were being taught how to bend one leg and glide the other across the floor in a circular motion without bending it. I’m not quite sure what the term was for this exercise (I think we called it a bend?), but it was pretty fun!

At some point during the leader’s examples and explanations, M walked near me. When I saw him in the corner of my eye, I internally flipped out. I felt his body give off some heat, which traveled smoothly from him to me. I felt my heart-rate begin to increase at the contact, and my eyes widened a little bit as well.

My head twisted somewhat to the left so I could get a better look at him. He was about 5 inches to the left and a foot behind me, and he stood still, now facing the front, while he held his phone up.

A second and a half later, he sat down quickly yet softly right where he was standing.And when I heard that? I swear I could feel my pupils dilate because HOOOH, I was beyond happy.

I shifted my body and hand’s position on the ground so I would appear more vertical and orderly. This way, he would get a better shot of the instructor without my hair or something being in the way.

He sat there for a good while as he got the footage, then stood up a little bit before we were off to begin attempting the movements. The excitement never left inside me. I was smiling that whole time.

~~

Boom, first water break!

All the kids cheered and started chatting while they went to grab their stuff.

As the others spoke, I looked over at him. He was smiling, confused and attempting to do a tendu while the instructor guy watched. He wasn’t great at it, but the sight made me feel even more relaxed than I had felt before, since it reassured me he wasn’t perfect at everything.

After some more chatting between the people in my section, we were called over to get back into practicing. When we came back, we learned what a passé was and how to do it. Again, while everyone’s eyes were fixed on the dancer in front of us, I felt some warm air hit my back as I sat on the ground. This breeze was accompanied by the sound of shoes hitting the floor.

He strolled slowly behind me once again, unknowingly teasing me with our closer proximity, along with the scent I so dearly loved that more noticeably lingered around him. The amount of time he took and how close he was when he moved near me leads me to believe his actions weren’t entirely unconscious.

After the slow trail, he came to a stop in the same place as before, to the left and just slightly behind me, only about three inches from my side. He then moved a little closer and sat down right next to me, just avoiding the touch of our knees.

We were seriously that close.

I adjusted myself just as I did last time, so I wasn’t too close to him to make him uncomfortable, although I did allow my body to lean juuuust a little bit near him. He didn’t seem to mind too much.

My mind began to spin a little as his cologne engulfed me, the mask I had on failing to block it, and I closed my eyes to take in the atmosphere.

How warm he felt compared to the room around me.

How his breathing was barely audible, yet so comforting.

How the aura he set out put me in a sense of calm, as if I was protected.

How just the mere presence of him right beside myself put me at ease.

I opened my eyes and didn’t even try to fight the smile already planted on my features when I turned my head to the left. I looked at his face, which was fixed on the instructor, but it had a twinge of softness as well. It may have been my imagination, but I believe he was smiling a little bit too.

Being here, coexisting with him felt so natural to me, and I surprisingly kept my composure the whole time.

Because my head was already rotated, I casually tuned in to the directions while watching the movements being taped on his phone. He probably noticed my attention because, again, he was grinning, and he seemed very content as well.

Interrupting our silent moment, his phone displayed the ‘10% battery remaining’ icon, which almost made me laugh. He dismissed the warning without a second thought against it and continued recording.

I looked back at the real choreographer, and not too long later we were told to stand up. This time, he remained on the ground. I stood up, leaning on my left hand at first, so for a quick moment I was moving my body towards him. Despite this, I got up as cleanly as I could just in case I would end up doing something dumb, like falling on him.....or bumping his head with my hip. 😳

He sat there for an extra two seconds before he, himself, got up, beaming. From the little view I got from gazing down at him, the way he sat was just adorable. He reminded me of a child—he looked so young. Younger than I remember at least. <3

~~

The choreographer gave us a speech about how the little things matter and stuff in band especially, just basically something meaningful, and I looked at him during part of it.

He already had his soft eyes set on me.

He nodded slowly at me with a huge grin that caused noticeable dimples, even with the little space the mask was covering. While the encouraging words were spoken, it looked like he was getting emotional. Like was growing closer and closer to crying. Aww. 💕

I allowed my body to cave in slightly and I gave him a timid smile while tilting my head to the right.

The way he looked at me with encouragement was so lovely. His acting was so....personal. So vulnerable. Unlike the tough and dominant demeanor he set out when I had him in the past.

I’m so proud of him.

When the first closer was finished, he gave out his own speech.

“You’re all probably hurting in places you’ve never felt before,” he told us, making us laugh, “and that’s okay!” He then reminded us that we’d have to teach each other these moves, and probably teach him too in the future.

He mentioned that he tried to get footage on the phone to help him as much as he could, but then his phone ran out and he was like *!!!!!* panicking. He said this very expressively, putting his hands out in front of him like he was holding two tennis balls.

Again, I found it so cute that he was being more like himself than ever before in this crowd. He’s way more open than I remember from the past. He used to be more hesitant when it came to showing his weakness.

After those thoughts were out of the way, he spoke with a clear voice, telling us all how the conductor’s statement of ‘the best bands are the best at the smallest details’ spoke to him and represented his usual motto clearly.

He was speaking with so much passion in his voice that I bet everyone could hear it.

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WOW, that was a bunch to unload! I need to stop worrying about including everything so I can get these out sooner and do better stuff with my time. Hopefully this was worth the wait, and if not, oh well! Just finding some time to ramble about stuff that happened with M. 😂❤️

If I begin posting about stuff from this week too, it’s just an excuse to talk about M and W, so you can ignore it. GJDHSJGSA — It’ll only be small things anyway!

Alright, think I’m done here! Have a great weekend everyone, and stay safe. School year’s almost over, so we better make the most of it. :)

[letsgofoletsgo]

A Wander Through the Weald

(Heyo! I’ve wanted to write a Postwickshipping fic for awhile now, so I hope you like it! <3)

It had been one month since Gloria defeated the “Unbeatable Champion” Leon. The greatest champion Galar ever seen had been dethroned Sometimes Gloria couldn't believe it herself. It seemed like just yesterday that he had given her and his younger brother, Hop, a Pokemon in Postwick. Gloria remembered the journey alongside her next-door rival fondly, challenging each other and exploring the region. 

While she relished in her victory in the semifinals, part of her heart ached when she remembered Hop’s face. He appeared to take the loss in stride, yet she couldn't help but notice the sorrow in his eyes. He did end up somewhat confiding in her about his new sense of misdirection in a battle of all things. However, he did find a new path after aiding in the Dynamax crisis; Sonia offered for him to study and help her in the Pokemon Lab, which he accepted. Gloria was happy for her friend, and was eager to see what discoveries he might make. 

The new Champion hadn’t seen her friend in weeks, and was missing him quite a bit. So she decided to drop in for a visit one warm, spring day. 

-

“Hop! You have a visitor!”

The boy looked up from his desk. He had a textbook open and was in the middle of jotting something down. He placed down his pencil and turned around to see Gloria enter his room with a bright smile. 

“Gloria!” Hop’s own face lit up as he rose and hugged her. “It’s so great to see you!”

“Likewise!” The two let go. “I haven’t seen you in forever, so I thought I’d pay you a little visit.” 

“Heh, you’re right, guess you’re busy with all your fancy champion business,” he teased. 

“Well, it’s more like I’ve been training to take on the battle tower for the last few weeks, if that’s what you mean.” 

“Oh yeah! I remember you telling me about that. You recon you’re almost ready?” 

“I think so. Gotta smooth the edges a bit with my team, but I’m pretty sure we’re nearly set.” 

“Sweet! Well, I wish you luck!” He smiled. 

“Thanks, mate. So, since I’m not doing anything today, do you think I could pull you away from your studies for a couple hours and go for a walk maybe?” 

“Oh, uh, I’d really like to, but I kinda still have some work left-”

“Don’t worry about it Hop, you’ve been working pretty hard and I think you deserve a break,” Sonia chimed in, grabbing a notebook from a shelf. 

“Er- Really? Awesome, thanks!” 

“Hehe, well then, it’s a date!” Gloria said cheerfully. 

 Hop’s heart briefly skipped a beat when she said that, and a brief blush spread across his face. He caught Sonia giving him a brief smirk before heading upstairs.

“So, you ready?”

“Y-Yeah! Totally, let’s go!” He stuttered a bit, resisting the urge to facepalm. 

The two headed South from the lab, walking down Route 1. The sun shone gently along the grass and leaves, which rustled from an occasional skittering Skwovet or fluttering Rookidee. There were scattered clouds in the sky, casting long, misshapen shadows across the distant rolling hills. Wooloo were peacefully grazing or sleeping in the surrounding pens, and the two made a game of trying to count them all. As they approached Postwick, Hop began to explain what sort of things he and Sonia were studying; the key differences between Dynamax and Gigantimax, what causes a Pokemon to change form during the latter, etc. They had formed a theory that it may be related to Mega Evolution in the Kalos region. He was about to go into the genetic specifics that he knew of, when they realized they reached the gate in front of Gloria’s house. 

“Ah, seems we have reached the entrance to thy Slumbering Weald,” Gloria commented poshly, to which Hop giggled. “If you think about it, our journey kinda started here, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, you’re right; remember when we saw Zacian for the first time? And you tried to fight it?” 

“I do! And we were knocked out for like, ten minutes. Imagine if your brother found us like that!” She laughed. 

He laughed too, yet remembered how close his face was to hers when he awoke, and could feel a pink tint return to his face again.

“So… What do you say we take a stroll through the woods again? For old times sake?” Gloria suggested. 

“Sure, fine with me.” 

With that, she swung open the gate and proceeded through. She then skipped on ahead of Hop, then turned back to him near the entrance, looking at him with that familiar, glowing smile.

He wished he could tell her how wonderful that smile made him feel. 

“Gloria, wait up!” He stopped a moment. “Woah, where did all the fog go?” 

“I guess it lifted? It does feel weird being able to see farther than five feet in here.”

To their surprise, the thick fog that normally enveloped the Slumbering Weald had disappeared a fair amount. There was still a thin layer on the ground and rolling along the tiny hills, but it allowed the sun to shine through the leaves and reflected across the dew hanging on the foliage. 

“Cmon, lets see what sort of things we can spot here now that it’s clear,” Gloria piped in. 

“Hey, I bet I can find more cool things that you,” He challenged with a smirk. 

“Oh, you think so? How ‘bout we see then?” 

The two rivals proceeded to wander about the Weald, pointing out weirdly crooked trees, large rocks that jutted out of the ground, oddly-colored plants and berries, the like. While having fun with their little expedition, Hop found his eyes on Gloria several times. He saw how face eyes lit up as she found a pretty leaf, or how she laughed as she poked a cluster of funny-looking mushrooms. He noticed how her eyes marveled in wonder as she looked inside a split tree or turned over a rock. Seeing her having fun and exploring the world around her brought a genuine smile to his face. The sun beaming onto her pale complexion also happened to complement her face wonderfully, and he couldn’t help but stare... 

“Yo! Earth to Hop!”

The boy snapped out of his trance with a dumbfounded look. She rolled her eyes slightly before walking up to him.

“I wanted you to see this rock I found,” she presented a stone about the size of her palm; it has a typically craggy surface, but upon her turning it around, showed an almost rainbow-colored crystallization inside.

“Wow, that’s one heck of a geode there!” He exclaimed, admiring the hues.

“You got anything else cool yet?” 

“Uhh, yeah,” Hop quickly scanned over his shoulder and dove for the nearest thing to him. 

“Check out this leaf!” He brought a decaying, frail leaf to her face, and in the process half of it flaked off. The ensuing silence felt like a jab in the gut. 

Gloria’s face scrunched a bit and she giggled. “You’re such a dork, you know that?” She said as she lightly hit him on the arm. “C’mon, if I’m right, I think we’re pretty close to the center of the Weald.” She turned and proceeded down the shady path. 

Hop processed that moment for a second before following- caught between the fluttery feeling of hearing her laugh and mentally kicking himself for his stupidity.

 After turning the bend on the faded path, he was pleasantly reminded of the splendid beauty of the hero’s shrine. The ancient structure stood in front of a still lake, only occasionally rippling gently when a wild Pokemon would take a drink. The sunbeams swayed through the leaves, rustling ever so slightly.

“You know, no matter how many times I come here, I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful this place is,” Gloria stepped onto the shrine, looking over the lake. 

As much as he agreed with her, Hop found himself more entranced with the girl in front of him. Her body looked illuminated against the lake, almost as if she was a legendary herself. The boy was speechless at her hauntingly ethereal appearance, yet wanted nothing more than to tell her how absolutely, stunningly gorgeous she was. 

“Hey, how about we sit for awhile?” She sat down on the side of the shrine facing the lake, hunching over a bit to look into the depths of the lake. 

He snapped out of his daze once again, following her and sitting next to her. He saw how the water reflected on her hazel eyes, creating a blueish projection onto her pupils. 

“Hop, is there something on your mind?” She asked bluntly. “You’ve been rather tense all afternoon.”

“Have I?” He would usually deflect with an “I’m fine”, but something felt different. He felt like this was the moment to tell her. He felt like he could tell her.

“Well, there is something I’ve been thinking about,” he began. “I know you’ve heard this from me a million times, but all my life I’ve wanted to prove I could live up to my brother, that I could be something more than him. Even after I became a trainer for real, everyone always saw me as Leon’s younger brother, the kid who aimed to beat the unbeatable champion.”

He sighed, and turned his face to hers. “But you always saw me as me. Not the champion’s little brother, not just another rival, but as me. As Hop.” 

She gave him an endearing smile. “Hop, you’re one of the most fun-loving, caring, zestful people I’ve ever met. You never let anything stop you, and you greet challenge and adversary with a smile. Even when things are looking down, you don’t give up and you keep going. I’ve admired that about you for as long as I’ve known you, how could I not?”

“Heh. For the longest time, I was wondering how anyone ever could.” He admitted with a slightly sorrowful tone. “What I’m trying to get at Gloria, is… Well, I won’t lie; You’re one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

Gloria stared at him in shock. Hop just fixed his sight into the water, afraid to meet her gaze. 

“Hop, I… I don’t know what to say, I’m…” A bit impulsively, she leaned against him, causing the boy to tense a bit. 

“You know, our journey across Galar, I have a lot of fond memories of it. From meeting so many amazing people, learning things about Pokemon I never would have guessed, to building and training my team, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. That journey helped me see who I am and what I want. But, thing is, you were one of my favorite parts of it too. We always helped each other, and you wouldn’t turn your back on me no matter what. You were always so excited to hurry to the next town or challenge me to a battle. You made it all so much fun. And because of that, I’d say you’re one of the best things to happen to me too.” 

Hop couldn’t quite describe the feeling in his chest. It was a mix of disbelief, anxiety, wonder- but mostly pure joy. He didn’t say anything, rather just wrapped his arms around her and held her close. She returned the embrace, and sighed contentedly against his shoulder. He placed his head atop hers, nudging her green hat a bit and nestling into the scent of her soft, brunette hair. 

The two remained at the shrine until the moonlight glistened across the lake, neither wanting the moment to end.

[nochuuuenthusiast]

vlive

anon asked:  hi! can i request one where you are both idols and you do a vlive together and just do a bunch of cute couple like things and whatever else u want to add 💞

sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting >< and i’m sorry for taking such a long time!! i had trouble thinking of a plot but here it finally is ! so i hope you enjoy !!

*requests are always open so feel free to ask away!

genre: fluff; idol!jungkook, idol!reader

word count: 1496

Jungkook stared blankly at the screen of his phone with his eyes wide open as he saw the number of views and likes increase exponentially by the second.

1:30am

Jungkook was currently in his hotel room in Hong Kong after attending one of his favorite, yet most tiring, music award show: MAMA-- Mnet Asian Music Awards. Although he loved performing with the rest of his members and feeling the rush of adrenaline as he danced and sang his heart out, his favorite part of the show was watching you... your charisma whenever you stepped foot on the stage always gave him goosebumps and seeing your passion and talent always made him smile. Today was no different. After his grand 15 minute performance, Jungkook rushed to get changed as quickly as he could so that he wouldn’t miss your performance. Jungkook loved your group’s new comeback, especially since the fans were able to see a new “sexy” side of you, after having promoted the “cutesy, girly” concept for over a year now.

Sometimes your fansites would catch him nonchalantly staring at you while you were on stage, but now that it has already been over a year since your respective companies revealed the news that you two were officially dating, they had gotten used to it and there were less haters than before. Jungkook knew that confirming your relationship would upset some fans but he viewed your relationship seriously and he knew that telling the public would be the only way to show you his commitment... and so, after months of keeping things a secret, Jungkook finally pressured BigHit to release a statement.

1:31am

“Hi everyone...” Jungkook scrolled through the never-ending comments to see how his fans were reacting to his V live.

“Guys, I’ll get started at... 1:35... let’s wait for everyone to come in.”

Jungkook was extremely tired and he felt like he could probably knock out the instant he laid down on his bed, but you told him that you wanted to do a V live with him after the award show since you’ve never done a V live together as a couple. So, despite his tired state, Jungkook agreed to do one... he just couldn’t resist your needs.

1:35am

“So you guys are probably wondering why I turned this on... Well, the truth is... (y/n) really wanted to do a V live with me... so, we’re gonna eat our dinner and answer some of your questions a bit later.”

Jungkook’s pupils were moving up and down as he tried to read all of the fast comments that were being posted.

“Where is (y/n)? Ahh... she’s taking a shower right now... she said she didn’t want to look sweaty in front of you guys so she said she’ll come in a bit later...”

Jungkook put his elbow on top of the hotel desk while his chin rested on the palm of his left hand as he continued to look through the comments.

“What are you going to eat? Well.... I’m not too sure... but I think I’ll make some ramen for now while I wait for (y/n) to finish up.”

1:52 am

“So yeah... I’ve really been into this song lately... it’s called --” 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

When Jungkook heard the knocks on the door of his hotel room, he put his chopsticks down to stop pause his eating session, and turned his head towards the door then back again at the camera. 

“Ooh.. I think that’s (y/n)... *reads the comments with huge doe eyes* AHAHA... no, I’m not gonna prank her... she’s gonna kill me... maybe next time.”

Your knocks started to get progressively aggressive so Jungkook knew that it was his cue to open the door before you got mad. He rushed over to the door and looked through the peephole to make sure it was actually you and when he confirmed your identity, he opened the door. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt that he had let you borrow a while ago (He eventually let you keep it since you wore it more than he did.... It was laundry day when you asked him if you could have the shirt... “You seem to like it more than I do so I’ll let you have it... for free... because I’m the nicest boyfriend in the universe,” he said in response to your question.) as well as some cotton shot-shorts that displayed your beautiful, long legs. 

You pranced into his room and walked over to the camera to greet the fans. Once Jungkook got settled next to you, he continued to eat his ramen and offered you some. You brought out your own pair of chopsticks and started to eat. 

“Hi guys! It’s (y/n)... I’m really hungry... and if I knew Jungkook would be eating BEFORE me, I would have come a little sooner, but...” you turned your head to glare at your boyfriend. Jungkook giggled at your scorn but continued to slurp down his ramen anyway.

“So, I was telling the fans that we’d answer some of the questions that they had for us.”

“Ooh, okay,” you said happily.

You finished the last of Jungkook’s ramen so you went to the side to make another bowl. 

“Oppa... how much water did you add to this pot?” 

“Umm... just do like a little over half way...”

2:00am

Jungkook was picking out some of the questions that he wanted to answer with you and by the time you were back in frame, he sat you down and proceeded with the first question.

“Jungkook oppa, how long have you and (y/n) unnie been dating?” Jungkook said as he read the first question.

“Um... we’ve been dating since July 31, sooo that would be around a year and a half... ish” you answered while you transferred some of the noodles from the pot to your bowl.

“Next question!” you said as you looked for a question this time. 

“Do you have pet peeves of each other?” 

“Everyone, did you know that (y/n) never does the laundry... I always have to do it for her! Please tell her to fix her habits.” Jungkook sounded like a 9 year old child who was telling on his sibling to his mother.

“Hey! No... I do it sometimes! Also, everyone, did you know that Jungkook sleeps with his legs crossed over each other?! He takes up so much space on the bed... I just want to sleep by myself sometimes.”

You smirked in Jungkook’s direction as if you were getting revenge on him for what he said earlier.

“(Y/N) NEVER MAKES HER BED!” he protested. 

“That’s not true!” you blushed as you smacked his arm playfully. Jungkook laughed hysterically at your reaction and was about to continue listing your bad habits until you stood over him to cover his mouth. 

“YA! JEON JUNGKOOK! Stop exposing me!” you yelled as you finished your attempt to keep his mouth shut. 

“AHAH okay, okay... I’ll stop... I’ll be the nice boyfriend that I always am... I won’t say anything.” 

You glared at him when the word “nice” came out of his mouth. Jungkook smiled at how adorable you were being and continued to eat his meal. 

2:34am

You and Jungkook were both on the hotel bed now. You were wrapped around the blanket sheets and your eyes were starting to become puffy from the drowsiness.

“Okay guys... (y/n) looks kinda tired... last question for today, all right?”

“Hold on... let me go wash my face real quick... I feel like I’m gonna fall asleep... wait for me okay?” you said as you got out of the bed. 

“Okay, sure,” Jungkook said as he watched you walk sleepily to the bathroom. 

While he was looking through the comments by himself to pick out the final question, his smile suddenly appeared when he came across a particular question: Are you planning on marrying (y/n)? You guys are so cute together...

Jungkook leaned in closer to the camera so that you wouldn’t be able to hear him.

“Is it that obvious? Hehe... but yes, I am planning on marrying (y/n)... very soon,” Jungkook smiled at himself. “But you better not tell her anything! Or else I’m just gonna deny all the accusations, okay?” 

Jungkook could hear the bathroom door open again so he repositioned the camera to where it was before you left. You jumped back on the bed and kissed Jungkook on the cheek. “So... where were we?” 

“Ahh right... we told them that we would answer one last question before we ended the live,” he said casually, trying to act like nothing had happened during the short 2 minutes that you were gone.

“Do you love each other?” Jungkook said aloud, repeating the question.

“Yes. I do.” You stared into his eyes dreamily... waiting to hear his response.

“I love (y/n) too... very, very, very much.” 

[easypeasybreezy]

Browsing the Archive

Ch 3- Alpha and Omega

Words- 2563

Rating- M

Summary- Sam and Gabriel figure things out, then Gabriel goes into heat.

Tags/Warnings- This chapter earns the rating! Alpha!Sam, Omega!Gabriel, heats, very brief mention of mpreg, implied/mentioned sexual content, language, general meta-ness. 

Today’s Sabriel week prompt was Alpha/Beta/Omega. Thank you to @warlockwriter for the beta, hehe :)

Read on Ao3 here ~

@ditsauthor99 @sabrielevents

***

Gabriel woke up curled up next to Sam, their legs tangled together. Yesterday, well, he was a bit of a mess. Losing his grace wasn’t easy on him. If it wasn’t for Sam, he didn’t know what would have happened. Sam had kissed him! His Sam…

He smiled, burying his face deep into Sam’s neck and breathing in his scent. He froze, then breathed again. This- this wasn’t normal. Sam smelled like… cedar wood, and the pages of a new book. Plus, was that peppermint? For some reason, Gabriel found the smell to be intoxicating. He couldn’t stop himself from pressing his nose against Sam’s neck and breathing in deeply, again and again.

Sam stirred. “Mmm, Gabe, what are you-” He stopped, shifting his legs around Gabriel’s. “My leg is better.”

“That’s good,” said Gabriel from Sam’s neck, his voice muffled.

Sam extracted himself from Gabriel, causing him to whine, and turned over to face him. He pulled Gabriel’s head towards him, placing a kiss on top, then took a deep breath. “Oh my god, that smells so good.”

“Right, like wood and peppermint.”

Sam moved back from Gabriel, furrowing his brows. “No, that’s not what I smell. I smell uh, dark chocolate- and orange. There’s something else too that I can’t describe. More like, a feeling, like home.”

Gabriel frowned slightly. “Are you smelling me then?”

“Um, yeah, I think so.”

“And you’re telling me I smell like a Terry's chocolate orange,” he deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.

“Er, yes,” Sam answered sheepishly, then sat up in the bed. His mouth dropped open. “Gabriel, this isn’t my bed. This isn’t my room.”

Gabriel followed him up, observing the room. It looked like a normal master bedroom in a house, with dressers, nightstands, and a window with the blinds down. They were sitting in a large bed with fluffy blue sheets, not the just barely large enough bed Sam had in the bunker. He then looked down at his bare chest. “Sam, you didn’t happen to uh, undress me while I was asleep, did you?”

“What? No, of course not!” Sam replied, noticing that the sweatpants and t-shirt he had worn to sleep were gone as well, and he was left in boxers.

Before they could question more, Sam’s cell phone rang from on top the nightstand. “It’s Cas,” he said to Gabriel before answering the phone and putting it on speaker. “Cas! Where are you? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Sam, just at home with Dean,” came the slightly confused answer. “I called to see how my brother is doing.”

“I’m here bro, doing just peachy,” Gabriel leaned over to talk.

“Good, well, make sure to stay hydrated during your heat. Hopefully this time you will be blessed with pups.”

“Uhh,” Gabriel didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Good luck you two. Goodbye.”

The phone clicked, signaling that Cas had ended the call. Sam and Gabriel sat in silence, taking in everything that had been said.

Finally, Gabriel spoke up. “Ok, there were so many things wrong with that conversation, but first off, that wasn’t our Cas.”

“No, no. definitely not. And,” Sam hesitated before continuing, “I think I know what’s going on here.”

Gabe started to fan himself. It was getting a bit hot. “Please, enlighten me.”

Sam looked a little embarrassed. “Well, you know the supernatural books that Chuck wrote?”

“Everyone knows those. Dad’s favorite creation probably.”

“Right, well. I uhh, did a little bit of research on the fanbase a while ago. They write these… stories based on the books.”

“I know what fanfiction is,” then Gabriel paused, realizing where Sam was going. “Oh fuck.”

“He’s making us live these scenarios! Remember, he said we could try someone else’s writing? And he said he would borrow your ideas.”

Gabriel was sweating. “So you’re saying he’s doing TV Land but with Supernatural fanfiction? Shit, shit.”

“Yesterday was just a generic, getting hurt taking care of each other thing. So, based on the fic I’ve, researched, right now we’re in a…” Sam looked to the side, almost like he was afraid to go on. Gabriel was impatient waiting for him to continue, but deep down he knew what was coming. “We’re in an alpha beta omega fic.”

Gabriel threw his head back with a groan. “As much as I wanna make fun of you for knowing about that Sam, there’s a more important issue. I realllly don’t want to go into heat right now.”

“Oh?” Sam asked, a bit surprised. Gabriel glared at him. “Well, I don’t know, I thought you might be into it.”

“Sure Sam, maybe when we’re not being controlled and watched by my dad, I would be into some weird as fuck sex.”

“Right, of course,” he replied, nodding. “Anyways, maybe there’s some medicine you can take to stop it. I think I read something like that before.”

They climbed out of bed and got dressed in a hurry. Thankfully the clothes in the dressers were their size. Sam’s scent was starting to get distracting to Gabriel, and it looked like Sam was starting to breathe through his mouth. They tore apart the bathroom and found a bottle of pills labeled scent blockers in the medicine cabinet.

Sam took the bottle and immediately downed two pills.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him, reaching for the bottle.

“Sorry, it’s just, you were getting to be a lot,” Sam explained, then he frowned at the bottle. “Why isn’t it working?”

Gabriel chuckled before taking the pills himself. “They block your smell, Sam. Now that I took some it should go away.” He already couldn’t smell Sam, so it shouldn’t take long for him either.

Sam gave him an embarrassed look then took a deep breath. He visibly relaxed. “You’re right, the smell is gone now.”

After that they continued their search with more focus but couldn’t find anything to stop Gabriel’s heat. They ended up in the living room, Gabriel laying down on the couch and Sam in a chair with a laptop open. The TV was on some random cooking show.

“So I did some research,” started Sam.

“Uh huh.”

“I found out we’re in Lawrence, Kansas. Of course,” he said, rolling his eyes. “It looks like I can get something to stop your heat pretty easily over the counter. There’s a drug store ten minutes away.”

“Then go,” groaned Gabriel. He was getting hotter and hotter, and he didn’t want to know what would happen next.

“Yeah, just, hold on,” he went into the kitchen, then Gabriel could hear water running. He came back with a glass of water and a wet towel. “Stay here,” he said, putting the cloth on Gabe’s forehead and the class on the side table. “Drink that if you can, I’ll be back soon.”

The wet cloth was a cool relief against Gabriel’s head. “Yes sir,” he said weakly with a grin. Sam smiled and left the house.

Gabriel took a couple of sips of water and fell back down on the couch. This sucked. This really fucking sucked. He didn’t have his powers, he was going into heat, and Sam had left him alone. Wait, Sam leaving him should not bother him that much. Omega stuff was bullshit. The towel on Gabriel’s forehead grew warm and gross, and he threw it off to the side. He needed Sam.

***

Sam’s trip to the store was uneventful, and thankfully he was able to buy the medicine with no problem. For some reason, he felt bad about leaving Gabe alone, and he may have sped a little on the way back. It didn’t really make sense though- Gabriel could take care of himself, he would be fine. Still, Sam was antsy and returned to the house in just over half an hour.

When he stepped through the door, Sam was hit by that same chocolate orange scent. He saw Gabriel sitting on the couch panting and staring at him, his eyes open wide and pupils blown. An urge came over Sam to run to Gabriel and claim him. Sam shook his head, freeing himself from those thoughts. What was happening to him? He started to rip open the medicine packaging. “Christ Gabe, you gotta take this now.”

Gabriel blinked as Sam brought the pills over to him. “Yes, I definitely need that. Right now.” He took the pills from Sam and downed them, followed by the rest of the water. “I don’t feel any different,” he said.

Sam looked at him apologetically. “This isn’t supposed to be taken after the heat starts. It’s gonna take a little time to work.”

Gabriel flopped back onto the couch. “This is hard Sam,” he whined.

Sam picked up the cloth off the ground and grabbed the empty glass. “Believe me, I know,” he said, walking to the kitchen. He refilled the glass and refreshed the towel before returning to Gabriel. The scent coming from him was so enticing…

“Gabriel, if you want to get through this easier,” he started, placing the rag back across Gabriel’s forehead. “We could just, um, have sex?”

“No!” Gabriel exclaimed. Sam was a little shocked at that. “I mean, not that I don’t want to,” he hastily continued. “God, I really want to. Just, not like this.”

“Not like what?” Sam asked.

Gabriel groaned as a wave of something passed through him. “Not like this!” he said, gesturing his at his body and Sam’s. “Not under the influence of whatever weird shit Chuck is putting us through!”

“Ok, Gabriel. I can agree with that,” said Sam. He was somewhat touched that Gabriel felt like that. “How about I move to a different room to make things easier?”

“No. I hate when you leave, want you here.”

Sam rubbed his forehead. That wasn’t going to make things any easier. He couldn’t say no to Gabriel though. “Fine, but I’ll have to distract myself somehow.”

Gabriel just replied by grunting at him.

Sam shook his head and grabbed the laptop before sitting in the chair furthest from the couch. He opened YouTube and tried to ignore the scent and small noises coming from Gabriel.

A couple of hours went by like that. He found that if he concentrated hard enough on the computer it wasn’t that hard to control himself. He had found some information online and brought Gabriel a blanket from the bedroom, which he wrapped himself up in. It seemed to calm him down, which made things easier for Sam. He would still change the cloth on Gabriel’s forehead every once in a while, and refilled his water a couple of times. He made them sandwiches to eat, but Gabriel refused any food. However, it seemed like they would get through this without incident.

Sam was engrossed in the internet, trying to figure out if the supernatural still existed in this world, when Gabriel called out to him.

“Hnn, Sam.”

Sam didn’t hear him as he was focused on a deep web forum about ghost sightings.

“SAM!”

“What?” he called back, only half paying attention.

“I’m wet,” said Gabriel.

Sam slowly turned his head away from the computer. “Excuse me?”

“I’m fucking wet, Sam!” he complained with a groan.

Sam was confused for a second, then he remembered what he had seen online. “You mean…?”

Gabriel nodded, pointing down towards his lower body.

Sam looked away, covering his face with his hands, and started to laugh.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Winchester!”

“I’m sorry, its just,” he started, his voice shaky, “I either laugh at the utter ridiculousness of this, or I listen to the part of me that’s finding it really fucking hot.”

Gabriel let out a strangled yelp.

“Look,” Sam said after he got himself under control, pointedly avoiding looking at Gabriel, “Would it help if you uh, took care of it yourself?”

“I thought about it. That won’t help. It won’t work without you.”

Sam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Oh. That was not the best idea. Gabe’s scent was calling to him, begging him to make him his. He felt something stirring within him, protectiveness, possessiveness. He opened his eyes and shut the laptop, standing up and taking a step towards Gabriel.

“Listen,” his voice was rough and commanding. “If you say one more thing like that, I won't be able to hold myself back anymore, understand? So please, be quiet.”

Gabriel gulped, and nodded. Sam moved back to the chair, shocked at what he had done. Was that the alpha part coming out? He didn’t like it, and resolved to not act like that again. He opened the computer again, hoping that the medicine would kick in soon.

***

Heat. Burning. Longing. Sam. Sam. Sam. Gabriel curled up on himself more, clutching on to the blanket surrounding him. Sam told him to be quiet, so he wouldn’t make a noise. It hurt. He wanted it to go away. And even though the solution to this problem was sitting fifteen feet away from him, he wasn’t going to give in. He would be with Sam on his own terms, not because his father put him in this shitty world.

Chuck. Screw him. He used to have respect for his father- more than a certain brother of his did anyway. But now he understood. Chuck never cared about him, or his siblings, or even the Winchesters. All he cared about were his stupid books and being entertained. Gabriel was done with him.

Oh? Gabriel’s symptoms had subsided while he was lost in thought. Apparently thinking about his dad had helped with that. He now felt like he did before Sam had left to get the medicine. He shifted on the couch, feeling sticky and gross. Ugh. Slowly uncurling himself, he poked his head out from under the blanket.

Sam looked over from his computer. “Gabriel? Are you feeling better? I noticed your scent went down.”

“Um, yeah,” he said, his voice weak. “I think I need a shower, and sleep. A lot of sleeping.” He sat up on the couch throwing the blanket to the side. He tried to stand up but fell right back down on the couch.

“Whoa! Let me help,” Sam said, leaping up from his chair and moving to Gabriel.

“That must have taken a lot out of me,” said Gabriel as Sam pulled him up from the couch. Sam supported him as they walked towards the bathroom. His legs were a bit shaky, but growing steadier with each step.

“Just take it easy,” advised Sam.

They reached the bathroom and Gabriel found he was strong enough to stand on his own. Sam left to get him a new set of clothes, and Gabriel stripped before getting into the shower. The water running over him felt amazing, like the remnants of his heat were being washed away. When he finished, he changed into the clothes Sam had brought, and went into the bedroom. The whole ordeal had left him dead tired.

Sam was waiting for him there. “I’m gonna take a shower and join you with sleeping,” he said. “I can’t manage to do anything else today.”

“Okay,” Gabriel yawned, then he crawled into bed. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. However, he didn’t fall asleep until a freshly showered Sam joined him under the covers twenty minutes later.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Rules of the game: answer these questions and tag 10 blogs you’d like to get to know better!

tagged by the ever so patient @goldenromanov who just gave me a fright when I tried searching via their old username and found the blog was gone...

nicknames: I don’t really have any

zodiac: Scorpio

height: I think I’m like 5ft3 or 5ft4 but I’m short compared to everyone else i know...

time: BST or GMT +1 because I live in the UK sooo... but rn its 19:09 according to my laptop

favourite band/artist: I have a few... All Time Low are good, so are 5SOS with Teeth aha had that playing on repeat for a bit...

song stuck in my head: Fireproof by Against The Current

last movie I saw: I think it was Descendants 3 but I’m not sure, I rewatched the first and second ones as well around the same time but cinema would be Spider-Man Far From Home.

last thing I googled: time zone difference between uk and usa... I got drawn to the USWNT even though I don’t really understand football I’m intrigued.

other blogs: nope

do i get asks: I have a lot of requests but I’m not writing rn because I have a cold and feel nasty and don’t wanna write but then recent developments mean I have a hug anon who I adore and this anon I call baby whale in my head since they leave a whale emoji at the end of their asks like how in pretty little liars A ended messages like ‘-A’

why this username: I have red/ginger hair, I like wolves and I was obsessed with Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff at the time which is why I started writing fics.

following: 122... I usually follow active blogs on whatever topic or hole I’ve fallen down at that moment in time...rn its uswnt, before that it was descendants then it was overwatch.... hehehe

average amount of sleep: I like 8 hours... I don’t know if I actually get 8 hours but I like 8 hours... I got 8 hours last night and that was getting home at 2am from a flight so... but I still feel like ick because I have a cold *sighs*

lucky number: I like 17 and 19 atm... but I’m 18 rn so that sucks a bit but hehe not for long... oooh less than 2 months... wait am I mentally prepared to be 19?... I’m never mentally prepared for ageing -.-

what I’m wearing: trackies (I’m ill and they’re comfy) a t-shirt... pink stripey socks because that’s a fun detail

dream job: I don’t have one... I just would like to have a job... god knows what’s gonna happen with the UK in a shambles but either way, I’m moving to uni this month...

dream trip: I used to want to go to the US but I’m afraid to, I’m leaning towards Canada... maybe travel a bit in Europe too, I’ve not seen much of Europe... (god knows if that will happen, Brexit’s fucked everything)

favourite food: ... I don’t know? Everyone’s got like a go-to they’ll buy but I’m so used to being told we have food at home... I like pizza? But its usually a frozen £1 pizza from a supermarket I end up eating...

instruments I play: None...

eye colour: Blue with green around the pupils

hair colour: red/ginger (I prefer to say red but its ginger...)

aesthetic: shades of blue, comfortableness (warmth and layers etc), autumn/winter

languages: English... I did French in school but I’m slowly forgetting since I’ve never used it and that sucks that my brain is pruning a skill even though the school literally taught it purely to get a grade, not as a life-skill in case you went to a French-speaking country...

most iconic songs: My entire spotify has playlists based on my mood... I have a sad playlist of songs for my low days with songs that don’t make me tired due to their upbeats...

random fact: I have a cold and really want hugs rn plus maybe hot chocolate... but I have a cup of tea which will do for now...

I tag: @talatomaz and I don’t know anyone else who will actually do it... if you’re reading this and have the motivation and enthusiasm then just do it...  *flops on bed face first*

sorry I was so detailed, my brain’s in a bubble of illness so I cba to cut things down

[notoriously-blonde]

Looking for a Beta for some of my fics.

These being:

Switch-A-Roo: 4/11 chapters. 14,326 words. Adrien Agreste. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Tikki. Plagg. Kwami swap. Before Reflekdoll came out. Original designs. Different weapons. [Those 4 chapters are currently under revision, which is what I’m looking for a beta for, and have much more words. I am looking for a beta for all further chapters.]

Roughly 3 years ago, Hawkmoth sent out the first akuma, sending the entire city of Paris into a panicked frenzy. Now, almost three years later, so much has changed...

The two heroes who had fought against Hawkmoth, Ladybug and Chat Noir, have brought in two other heroes and have gained so much experience.

Tikki has always been a sticker for rules: don’t tell anyone your identity, stay on a need to know basis, dot use your powers unhindered, and don’t switch miraculous.

Plagg... Well, Plagg couldn’t care less about the rules. If he can sleep, or cause mischief, he’s all good. But, what no one knows, is that Plagg has a soft heart... and, seeing his kit in pain, emotional or not, doesn’t sit right... especially when he can’t even have any fun.

(In which Plagg shows a soft side, and just wants to have fun before it ends... not that he’ll let his time with his kits end so early.)

The Death Of Ladybug: not on AO3.

(Adrien walks down an empty street in the middle of nowhere, reflecting on the events of the week. On all the horrible events. Ok the death of his love. The return of the miraculous. His self banishment.

He used to walk with someone with him. Now all that walks beside him is his shadow, The only thing he can hear is his heart; along this Boulevard of Broken Dreams.)

SNEAK PEAK:

[Adrien was struggling to keep his mind empty, not wanting to think about the last two weeks. It was too painful. Everything was too painful.

Blinking, he sees the road he’s been walking for the first time. It was a long, desolate, abandoned road, so very far from Paris. From the mansion. From his friends. From the miraculous... from her-

No, he can’t think of that! Shaking his head to rid himself of those thoughts, he realizes that he has done that exact thing five times in half as many minutes. Sighing, he restarts his mindless cycle of removing all thoughts from his head. Accessing that legendary “nothing box” part of his brain that so many people have complained about.

But, his mind has finally been activated and he can no longer stay inside his nothing box. So, wanting to remain as far away from those thoughts, he focuses on the things in front of him.

The lonely road...

Suddenly, the lyrics of a song he heard not too long ago popped into his head.

’I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known’

Seeing the road in front of him, completely desolate, except for him, this couldn’t be more true. Now, he didn’t really know this road, not for certain, but it does seem familiar. Just so similar to the roads he used to walk before-

No! He can’t think of that.

’I don’t know where it goes, but it’s home to me and I walk alone’

Seeing that he is no longer home, and is now homeless, this new, yet familiar road is his home.

Walking alone. He’s always done that. All his life. Neglect from his father. Next to no friends. House staff not conversing in anything. Nathalie not really ever caring for him. The only person that has ever walked beside him was constantly was his mother and Plagg...

He stops in his walking, tilting his head slightly. He should be crying, or at least sad about those statements. But he’s not. He doesn’t really feel anything. Nothing, really. Even then, thinking about his mother had come more easily and hurt less than what happened just over two weeks ago.

Just a week ago, his knees would have buckled from just even thinking of the mere thought of it. That’s why he’s avoiding it at all costs. He doesn’t deserve emotions after what happened. He doesn’t deserve the luxury of collapsing. Not after that.

‘I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps, and I’m the only one and I walk alone’

Broken dreams. That stuck out. How many times has he dreamt of freedom? Too many to count. How many times had he dreamt of love? Even more so. Having the latter dream ripped so suddenly from him- his knees start to wobble, so he focuses on something else. Something that isn’t that. The miraculous. That gave him freedom. Losing that freedom-

Nope! His knees are wobbling too much!

Something else! Think of something else! Anything else! He silently chides himself. Resisting the urge to collapse through sheer will power, even as his body is pleading for rest. There is no rest for the wicked.

That gave him more stability.

‘Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me. ‘Til then I walk alone’ the lyrics came without warning this time. He doesn’t want to listen to them, but it’s within his mind. There is no escape. Not this time.

A foreign feeling starts to push against his eyes. Not knowing how to deal with this, since it’s been so long since he’s felt anything, he looks up to the sky. Hoping that it’ll keep this from coming. He’s scared of whatever this is. He doesn’t want it.

Looking up into the sky, he feels a wetness start to trickle down his face. He wonders why that could happen. It’s not even raining.

Is he crying?! This doesn’t feel like what he thinks he remembers. Is this what crying feels like after such a long time?

As he’s looking up into the sky, his tears falling down his face, any other memories he could’ve retained from that song are lost to the nothing box, to be forgotten for all eternity.

With his mind more active than it had been in days, memories start to break through his fortified will. Completely unwanted.

THE fight. THE loss. It’s threatening to break through his carefully crafted shields. So, once again, he shifts his focus. This time, to Paris.

Everyone knew about what happened. He really just doesn’t want to think about it.

Right now, in Paris. Nino is most likely worried sick, since he had left his phone at home as well as turned it off. He left anything identifiable. His wallet, stamped with the Gabriel logo. Any clothes stamped with the Gabriel logo. Left his room spotless-his steps faltered at that- clean. Super, super clean.

He had even cut his hair into a messy, uneven, short shell of his normal style. Making him completely unrecognizable to anyone. Nino wouldn’t be able to recognize him, neither would Alya. He even takes pride in the fact that he believes that not even Mari-]

Pain Splitter: not on AO3. Just hanging out in my google docs with The Death of Ladybug.

(Akumatized Adrien! When Adrien suffers an injury while in an akuma battle, and the restoration doesn’t fix it, things happen. Emotions churn. And things are revealed.)

SNEAK PEAK:

CRACK! his head slammed into a brick wall again, making his already foggy brain more unfocused. He stands back up, wobbling On his feet a little bit, his pupils blown wide. “Ouch.”

He stumbles against the wall, resting his forearm against it for support. So far, this akuma is… what’s the word… Anyway, he’s been knocked around way too much, even by Chat Noir… umm… word...ummm… Standards! Chat shakes his head and immediately regrets it as his head explodes into a world of unbearable pain. He clutches his head and lets out a horrible scream. Then he slides onto the ground.

“-t!...-t” Hmm. Someone is saying something, but he doesn’t want to move. Moving hurts. He doesn’t like to hurt. It’s not fun.

“-AT!” Its getting louder. Loud hurts. Hurting isn’t fine he likes fun. So he doesn’t want to hurt.

“CHAT!” His head snaps up, and it immediately… hurts a lot. It’s too hard to think of bud things. This way is fine.

Suddenly, a blur of red lands beside him. Ow, no. No blur. Blur hurts. Hurt isn’t fun.

He pushes away the offending blur with a small whimper. Huh, he can whimper. That’s new!... wait… is it?

“Chat?” There it is again but this time it’s not loud. That’s good, loud hurts… That name. No, he doesn’t want to Chat… but that voice. He’d do anything for that voice.

“Chat Noir?” It says again. Is he missing something. Chat Noir?... wait. That’s him!

He blinks a few times and the red blur morphs into a girl.

Woah, awesome. I Wanna do that!

“Do what?” This girl asks. What?! She read his mind!

“No. I didn’t. You said that.” Huh. Apparently the shapeshifting blur likes to lie.

The blur sighs. “Can you use Cataclysm?” It asks.

…

“What?”

“Cataclysm.”

“...um….big word….uhh… ummm…”

The blur looks at him funny. He. Hehe. “Hehehehehehe.”

“What?”

“Heh. Funny.”

“Oo-kaaayyyy” She says that word funny. Hmm.

“So, Cataclysm?”

“Cat-a-What-now?” Cat… it’s a familiar word.

Why?

The blur sighs. “Okay, repeat after me.”

“Who’s me?” The blur is very tricky. Why can’t they just be good.

It sighs again. It’s does that a lot.

“Cat…”

Hey, I can say that! “Cat…”

“A”

“A” this is weird.

“Clysm.”

… word. Bad word! Very bad. It hurts!

“Cl…”

“Cl?...” that’s a weird noise.

“Is”

“Is…”

“Mmm”

I can do that noise. Reminds me of cookies “Mmm”

Suddenly his hand goes all black. Want it black before? Anyway, it has black bubbles now.

“Can I touch?” He wants to touch it.

“No!” He winces. That was loud. Loud is hurt. Hurt is not fun. Not fun is bad… Apparently this blur can make loud, bad noises easily.

“Oh.” His face suddenly deflates… and it deflates! Why is it deflating. Wait… what is deflating? Anyway, bad thing!

The blur sighs again. “Here, touch this.”

“Yeah!!!” He winces hard as the blur seems to turn into everything. Suddenly a thing is pressed into his hand. The one with the bubbles. The thing, whatever it was, is now gone… along with the bubbles.

“Nooo! My bubbles!” They were so cool too!

“Okay, lets go somewhere.”

“No! I want the bubbles!” He flops onto the floor, but regrets it because now he hurts. He’s regretting a lot of things.

Something picks him up, and he lets out a surprised mew. More like surprising mee, because he did not know that he can mew like a kitten.

“Iiii’mmmm aaa Kkkiiiittttyyhhghbggb.” He coughs as a strangely bad yet good tasting thing his his mouth.

Depressed and Feral: Hanging out in my notes, with many other fics. This takes place after the events of Desperada. It explores the effects that , I personally believe, Desperada left on Adrien.

A trumpet sounds, and a bloom of gold dust erupts from his right. It sends Adrien into a panic, and he tries to pull Ladybug back. But, before he can pull her far enough, another trumpet sounds and then she turns into dust.

He almost breaks down on the spot, then and there, but he pulls himself together enough to pull back the snake head.

A hiss sounds through his ears, and then he’s in the sewer again, looking into Ladybug’s eyes.

“We now have five minutes, within this time range, you can go back as many times as you want. But as-“

He envelopes her in a vice-like, crushing hug, one he’s found himself doing multiple times already. A thousand times already.

15,462 times already. 15,462 times he’s had to witness her being captured. 15,462 times he’s seen his own failure. 15,462 times he’s failed her.

Suddenly, the man hole cover opens, and a trumpet sounds, and Ladybug is enveloped in a plume of gold dust.

——

Adrien wakes up with a bloodcurdling scream, covered in a cold sweat.

He looks over to Plagg, and all that comes to mind is: “Perfect team huh?”

Those mocking, sad eyes are looking at him with pity. He can’t handle it. Not now.

So, with a shiver, he turns around to look at his phone. Holding that he got more than 30 minutes of sleep.

01:01 it reads, and he sighs in frustration and dispare. Frustration because he can’t get enough sleep, despite being constantly tired. Dispare because it hadn’t even been a minute after he fell asleep and he already had a night terror.

Shaking, he tries to pull off his covers and sheets to get to the shower to wash the sweat off, but the sheets cling to his feet and legs.

After a minute of struggling, he finally Rios them off and slides to the ground on unsteady feet.

Slowly, he makes his way over to the bathroom, dutifully ignoring whatever look Plagg is sending him. Whether it be pain, pity, or sadness. He can’t look at those green eyes again.

Not for a long while.

Even if the events of Desperada happened two and a half months ago. Just the name alone sends a severe shake down his spine.

He turns the water on hot and strips his clothing before slipping under the warm streams of water.

He lets the water wash away his thoughts. Clear his mind of anything and everything.

Normally he would go out as Chat Noir to ease his mind. But... ever since Party Crasher...

He couldn’t even save her then... how can he save her from anything else...?

Another shiver racks his body, and he reaches a hand out to the wall to steady himself.

His eyes burn, but it’s become a normal sensation.

People say he’s just Ladybug’s sidekick, just a permanent type miraculous wielder that isn’t important. They’re right, after all. He only holds her back... creates problems. He can destroy anything he touches, it makes sense that he would destroy any relationship he has with anyone. His arm buckles with another shake, and he slams into the porcelain tiles. But, he can’t find it in himself to care.

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scenario sneak peaks!!

down below are sneak peaks of all my wips:

chan harry potter au

felix fluff harry potter au

seungmin fluff & angst duet au based on i like you by day6

chan angst best friends to lovers au

my favourite one (read to the end hehe!!)

why am i doing this? so people know I still am writing I’m just trying to finish up A LOT of scenarios. also it’s a bit of an apology since I’ll be taking a small break until stray kids comeback next week. i hope you forgive me!!

to mutuals & anons: i will reply to them as soon as i get back sorry!!

chan harry potter au + moodboard

the next morning you both left the heads common room at the same time and both of you were completely silent

you two met eyes awkwardly than looked straight back at the ground

but your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat

then when both of you tried to go out of the portrait hole

you both bumped into each other

chan immediately apologetically says “oh sorry you go first!”

you shake your head and reply “no you go first”

then neither of you two went

and you’re both looking at each other then at the portrait hole the back at each other

once you finally try to go chan does at the exact time

which results you both bump into each other again

you two burst out laughing

and you couldn’t help but admire chan’s dimpled smile

then suddenly you felt a light push from chan towards the hole

which makes you stumble a bit

“HEY!” you call out whipping your head back to see chan whistling cheekily

you gave him a joking death glare

“what i didn’t do anything?” he says pretending to be clueless

“yeah yeah sure sure” you say laughing at the same time

“i’ll see you on patrols tonight” you continue with a soft smile

you finally turn around and just miss the biggest most adorable grin on chan’s face as he looks at you leaving into the mass of students on their way to class

felix fluff harry potter au

felix was the gryffindor sweetheart

he was loved by basically everyone

he genuinely cared about every single member of his house so much

if it was little year 1 who needed help with their homework he’d sit with them patiently and explain things to them even if it took hours

no one was ever surprised when there were like 10 year 1s following him like little ducklings

or if it was a year 7 who needed someone to help them to pull a prank with them

felix would always make the time

he was such a sweetheart without his uniform people would of thought he might of been hufflepuff

and no joke the sorting hat took 7 minutes trying to choose between hufflepuff and gryffindor

but felix decided to go to gryffindor because he wanted to become more brave

he was also gryffindor prefect much to jisung’s distaste

but jisung got quidditch captain so they were equal

felix and jisung were known as fred and george 2.0

they pulled the best pranks, were the iconic duo beater team of gryffindor

and was school wide liked

their closest friends were a group of 9 boys from different houses

bang chan the hufflepuff head boy who was amazing at everything

minho and changbin the slytherin princes

woojin the sweet ravenclaw and seungmin the smart assed one

hyunjin and jeongin the hardworking heartthrobs of hufflepuff with the sharp tongues

seungmin fluff & angst duet au based on i like you by day6

you were so scared when you met seungmin the next time

because you were terrified singing in front of not only the star pupil of the vocal class

but your crush too

at least when he heard you when you were practicing you had zero clue he was there

but there you were in front of seungmin about to sing

a wave of panic overwhelmed you

“seungmin i’m so sorry but i can’t do this” you say genuinely apologetically

“y/n you’re stronger than this you can get through the panicky feeling. you need to be able to sing in front of people to fully bloom as a singer” seungmin said calmly

before you know it seungmin grabs your hands and holds both of them in his

and now you didn’t know whether your heart was beating so fast because of singing in front of seungmin or him holding your hands

“just sing” he says firmly but softly

weirdly you did, you just sang

closing your eyes and with seungmin right next to you

you could sing

as you finally ended the song only one of your eyes peeking open to see seungmin’s reaction

seungmin couldn’t help but breathe out in awe “wow you’re beautiful”

you could see his eyes widening at what he just said

he tried to quickly fix his mistake “n-no i mean your voice your voice is beautiful. n-not that you aren’t beautiful”

you laugh at him but you were all soft inside from his words “i understand min-ah, thank you”

“min-ah?” he inquires a bit surprised

“oh! i’m so sorry the nickname just slipped i won’t use it if you don’t like it” you say worried he didn’t like the nickname

“no i mean i like it it’s just no one has called me that before” he says with a cute eye smile

you smile relieved “then i’ll be first”

seungmin breathes out a sigh and ruffles his hair looking at you and that smile of yours which kept on tugging at his heart strings

under his breath quiet enough for you couldn’t hear

he said half exasperated half endearingly “y/n you’re gonna be the death of me”

chan angst best friends to lovers au

you stood there alone on an empty soccer field

crying

heart chipping slowly away

happy memories haunting you

then it suddenly hit you

chan broke his promise

he really didn’t love you anymore

how couldn’t of you noticed sooner?

the way he never checked up on you

or smiled at you whenever you were around him

how he never wanted to spend time with you in any possible way

and the fact he replaced you and was happier than ever

it was a wave of emotions that completely overwhelmed you

anger, grief, disappointment sadness, but most of all the haunting emptiness of your heart

you really did give chan your whole heart and he grabbed it and took off with it running

leaving you broken and desperate with absolutely nothing

your crying became sobbing

and you couldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried

the tears were endless and your heart felt like it was being stabbed repeatedly

over and over and over again

it suddenly started to rain and you could hear thunder

and you started to then scream and falling down to your knees

you couldn’t handle it

the emptiness of losing your best friend, your rock, your partner in crime, your absolute everything

the hurl of emotions overwhelmed you

and adding the fear of thunderstorms with chan not there

reminding you of all the past thunderstorms with him comforting you

it was too much

you collapsed

but just as you were about to hit the ground someone caught your head just in time

“holy shit y/n are you okay? can you hear me? fuck fuck fuck” cursed the guy who saved you

he quickly scooped you up and sprinted to his car

he knew the ambulance would take longer to get you to the hospital plus it was only 10 minutes away

he got to the hospital frantic with you in his arms

the nurses immediately calmed him down to explain

they then asked who he was

“i-i’m a friend” he said

my favourite one which will be published on minho’s birthday so you know what that means

hello minho fuckboy au~! (i wanted to give way more but it would of been wayyyy too long)

“you look good” minho smoothly says his back turned to you

you thought you were hearing things

minho complimenting you???

“wait what?” you couldn’t help but blurt out

he turned his head but not fully just enough so you could see his side glance at you  

“i said you look good in my t shirt” he ends with signature heart melting smirk

and that’s exactly what it did

melt you into a gooey puddle

not knowing how to respond

you shoved as much cereal as you could  in your mouth making you look like a chipmunk

and just nodded then hurried off to your room

face beet red and heart beating a million miles a minute

minho couldn’t help but chuckle

gosh you were cute

if you guys read all of these thank you so much and i hope you like them!! if you can please please choose out of the first 4 ones you want published first so i can work on it. the link to the poll:  https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1aot29mzc0xCGOnh2lOEBRs2qbj8Cwfz_rm2m_vDkE1k