#it is perfectly fine! sometimes lovely! but cmon now

[gael-garcia]

watching a movie set in Asia directed by a Western director and it is immediately obvious why Western critics and award-giving bodies are eating it up : an Asian man listens to and adores English, Western music

[brattyfork]

drank

summary: matt n his brothers go to a party. he has fun but he missed you.

warnings: drunk sex, sub!matt+mommy kink lol

based on this request!

way back when, when matt and i first started having sex and figuring out our safe word, something interesting came up.

“what if i’m drunk?” i looked at him confused.

“what do you mean?”

“well sometimes when i’m drunk i get horny, i wanna have sex but i don’t want you to feel like you’re taking advantage of me”

“oh ok, uhh i mean we can still use the safe word in that situation right? ill just make sure you remember it before we start?”

“okay sounds good” he smiled at me.

the boys had some influencer party to go to, normally i’d tag along but i really didn’t wanna go anywhere, opting for one of matt’s tshirts instead of a crop top (is this line cringe?).

i knew matt wouldn’t do anything stupid at a party. furthermore, i knew nick and chris, mainly nick, wouldn’t let him do anything really stupid. i trusted him, i knew he’d feel the same about me going out, as long as he knew i’d be safe.

i decided to just sit on the couch, watch tv. i was watching criminal minds when i heard a car door outside. i could hear someone fumbling with the doorknob for a few seconds before before the lock turned and the door opened. nick walked in first, holding the door open for chris and a stumbling matt. he kicked off his shoes, slamming his hand on the wall, almost falling.

“how was the party?” i asked no one in particular.

“well they had fun” nick said, gesturing to the two younger triplets.

“it was cool, matt had too much to drink. lightweight.” chris rolled his eyes.

“be nice” i scolded. matt made his way to the couch, throwing himself over the back, sitting next to me then laying his head in my lap.

“you have fun baby?” i spoke softly.

“yes, missed you tho” i ran my hands through his hair.

“i missed you too my love” i dipped my head down to give him a sweet kiss. it quickly turned rough and needy. i pulled away, conscious of his brothers still downstairs. he let out a whine trying to chase my lips.

“you wanna go to bed baby?” i looked into his eyes, hoping he knew what i meant. his eyes were dark, not black with lust like usual, more doe-y, filled with need.

he nodded using all his strength to sit up, lifting his head off my lap. i stood up, looking back when i noticed he hadn’t moved. “cmon baby, let’s go” i tried to encourage him.

“mmmm, carry me”

“matt you know i can’t carry you, you’re too big”

“don’t be mean!”

“you know what i mean baby, you’re too strong and muscular”

“mhm”

“cmon get up, let’s go” i reached out my hand. he groaned, grabbing it and pulling with so much force i almost fell on him. i brought my other hand over, now using both my arms and all my strength to pull this man up. he finally stood up, he walked perfectly fine. i rolled my eyes, realizing he way just being lazy. he held my hand tight as i walked us up the stairs to our room. i pulled him into the room, he lets go of my hand, falling to the bed.

“how ya feeling baby?” i asked sitting next to him on the edge of the bed.

“i feel good, i missed you”

“i missed you too sweet boy”

“i really, really missed you” looking at me with his doe eyes, silently begging me to understand.

i leaned down to him pressing a sweet but deep kiss, pulling away shortly after.

“what’d you miss baby?” i whispered against his lips, pressing one more kiss to them before moving down his neck.

“your hands, your mouth, you” he whimpered the last word as i bit down into his neck, sucking a deep purple hickey into the soft skin.

“yeah? you want mommy to make you feel good? with my hands?” i ran my hands down his pants, resting my hands right next to his bulge. “with my mouth?” i placed wet kisses to his neck, grazing against the mark i left before.

“fuck yes please god yes”

“do you remember your safe word?”

“yes yes i know my safe word, just touch me already” i grabbed his face harshly.

“don’t be a brat, or ill leave you here to take care of yourself” i spat. he gave me puppy eyes.

“‘m sorry mommy”

“you gonna be a good boy for me?”

“yes yes, wanna be your good boy please”

i ran my hands up his shirt, moving them along his tummy before bringing my fingers to the hem and pulling it up. he got the hint and leaned forward, allowing me to take it off. i brought my hands down to his zipper. i began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans when i felt him tug on the hem of my shirt. i pulled away, taking my hands off his lap to lift my shirt over my head.

when i looked back at him, his pants were down. i straddled him briefly, moving over him to the other side of the bed. i leaned down, kissing down his now visible v-line, slipping my fingers into the waist band of his boxers. his dick shot up, the tip red and needy, dripping with precum.

“aw baby. so worked up and i’ve barely touched you”

“please…”

“please what baby? what do you want?”

“need you to touch me please” i brought my hand up to his mouth.

“spit”

he did as i asked, or demanded i guess, and i brought my hand down to his cock, stroking up and down him a few times. he threw his head back, letting small moans and whines out, egging me on more.

i stroked him for awhile, focusing on the wonderful faces he made and his desperate noises. he started to squirm, trying to buck up into my hand.

“please mommy more i need more” i smirked at him, the sound of him begging was music to my ears.

i decided to be nice, letting spit fall from my mouth onto his cock before leaning down, sucking on the tip. as soon as i got used to his size in my mouth, i deep throat him, letting his tip hit the back of my throat.

this earned a loud “FUCK” from him, causing me to pull off, making him whine.

“you gotta be quiet baby, don’t want your brothers hearing how needy you are, do you?” i taunted, his cheeks turning a brighter pink. “gonna be quiet? be a good boy for me?”

“yes fuck i promise i’ll be good”

i brought my head down to his lap, taking all of him in my mouth at once. he bit his lip, the whimpers still sounding through. i sped up, going up all the way to the tip and quickly back down to the base. matt had stopped biting his lip, opening his mouth so he could let out large breaths. as i kept sucking him, his breathing turned to what could only be described as panting and fuck it was so hot.

“i-i’m close, f-fuck” he let out between pants. i thought for a second, stilling my movements before pulling off. he let out such a needy groan, i could’ve cum right then and there.

“why?” he looked to me, his eyes brimming with tears.

i gave him a kiss, feeling bad that he was upset.

“i’m sorry baby, mommy wants you to fill her up, don’t you wanna make mommy feel good?”

“yes fuck wanna be inside you mommy please god” he moved his hands up to my bra, still covering my chest.

“can you take this off? wanna see your pretty body” i smiled at him, moving my hands behind my back to unclasp it, pulling it down my shoulders making my tits bounce. i swear i could see some drool leave his open mouth. i quickly pulled my pants and underwear down, not wanting to make him wait any longer and needing him inside me.

i straddled his lap, rubbing my wet clit over his cock, still slippery from my mouth.

“ohmygod” he slurred out, making me giggle a bit, loving how much of an effect i had on him. i lifted myself up, taking him in my hand and lining him up with my entrance.

i sank down slowly on him, feeling every vein against my walls. his eyes rolled back into his head, a deep whine coming from his throat, harmonizing with my moans.

“fuck matty, so fucking big, making mommy feel so good” i bounced on him a few times before i realized how tired i was and began grinding instead.

“h-holy shit mommy, feels s’good”

“been such a good boy for me tonight baby, you wanna cum inside me?”

“fuck, yes please fuck oh my god”

i leaned down connecting our chests, moving my head into the crook of his neck. i sucked another mark into him, nibbling the rest of his neck before breathing on his ear.

“cum whenever you’re ready baby, gonna make mommy cum too” i continued grinding on him, his tip brushing the bottom of my cervix each time. i moved faster, chasing my own high. i felt him twitch inside me, sending me over the edge. i bit down on his neck, trying not to be too loud, matt cried out. between me biting him and clenching around him, his hips sputtered, unloading his cum as far into me as he could.

i let out a squeaky groan as he filled me up. there was no better feeling, his warm load sent me over the edge everytime. i came again, crying out as i clenched around his sensitive cock and began to twitch on him.

matt wrapped his arms around my lower back, trying to still my movements. we both came down from our highs, i lifted my head out of his neck, moving to look at him. his hair was messy, i could see the marks id left, his lips red from biting them so hard, his eyes glossed over.

i kissed him, passionately, there was no sexual motive behind it, i simply wanted to convey how much i appreciate him. he was incredible, in every single way, not just in bed, he was the perfect boyfriend. the perfect man.

“i love you more than anything”

“i love you too baby, so so much” he replied, brushing my hair out of my face.

i gave him another peck before moving to get off him, realizing his cum and cock we’re still inside me. he held my thighs, not letting me get up and i looked at him confused.

“will you uh- can we… sleep like this?”

“of course baby, you like how it feels? leaving your cum inside me? how tight i am around you?” i teased him.

“fuck don’t talk like that, i don’t have the energy for another round” he chuckled.

i gave him another kiss before laying down on top of him, moving carefully so he didn’t come out.

“goodnight matty” i whispered into his ear.

“goodnight my love”

a/n: hi yall, sorry i haven’t posted in a while. busy w school and on top of that we found out we gotta move. but i hope u guys enjoyed, i wrote most of this while high so if anything doesn’t make sense lmk. ALSO i am catching up on requests rn, if you requested something i promise i am working on it <3

[dizscreams]

Hii can I request a Jack Champion × reader where the whole cast of ATWOW are doing an interview more like a convention and then a fan threw something at the reader accidentally and it caused a small cut on the reader's face and jack is all worried and all that.

Thank you❤️

ofc honey, ty for the request! :)

Caretaker — Jack Champion ★

You weren’t exactly sure what happened. All you remember is that you were with your cast mates from Avatar The Way of Water, you guys were doing a little convention meeting fans, taking pictures and what not. The next thing you know someone threw something at you creating a small cut on your cheek. It all happened so fast you barely noticed you were bleeding, but of course your boyfriend, Jack, did.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Jack was immediately by your side with his hands cupping your face. “I’m fine, Jack. It’s probably nothing,” you mumble, kinda embarrassed at the incident. Suddenly you hear Bailey run up to you quickly, “Here, y/n I have a bandaid!” You softly chuckled at her, she was always prepared. “Thank you, that’s sweet. I’ll be right back ‘m gonna put the bandaid on,” you told the group as you starting walking away.

“I’ll go with you,” Jack said following fast behind you. “Jack, you don’t have to-”

“Well, I want to,” he said sternly. You nodded at him and held his hand as you started walking off to the bathroom again. You reached the gender neutral bathroom and once you were in, you jumped on the counter. Jack picked up the bandaid from your hand and set it next to you. He then got a paper towel and started to run cold water over it. “You don’t have to do this y’know,” you said to him, breaking the comfortable silence that had taken over you both.

He chuckled, “Why are you so stubborn? I just wanna help you.” You shyly smiled at him as you both made eye contact, “I know.” He got the paper towel and stood between your legs, “This is gonna be cold,” he told you. You nodded, “I’m ready,” you said as he smiled. “Here we go,” he mumbled and gently patted the paper towel over the cut. It wasn’t a lot of blood but Jack just wanted to take care of you. That’s just how he was, he’s been like that since day 1.

You trip slightly? He’s right beside you holding you up. You’re hungry? He’s making you a meal as we speak. You have cramps? He’s at the store getting you everything you need and want.

You loved that about him, he was so good to you. Sometimes you wondered if you deserved someone as pure as him. And you couldn’t deny how damn cute he looked right now, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek and his eyebrows knit together as he successfully wiped the blood off. “There ya go, now time for the bandaid,” he thought out loud. He grabbed the bandaid from off the counter and peeled the wrapper off.

He grabbed your chin to turn it to the side a bit before getting the bandaid and putting it on the cut perfectly. “Boom! There you go.” You turned around to face the mirror behind you, “Thank you-” you started to say before Jack cut you off, “Wait! You’re missing something.” You faced him with an eyebrow raised. You were about to question him before he gave you a tender kiss onto the covered wound and smiled, “There, all better.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at his behavior, “Thank you, you’re a really good boyfriend, Jack,” you said softly. He blushed at the compliment, “I do what I can,” he said shrugging as he tried to play it cool. You laughed at him and pecked his lips, “Cmon let’s head back.” He nodded and picked you up off of the counter as he kissed your head.

he’s so cuteeee I want need him as my bf so bad. And I actually rlly like this!! :)

[mvrtaiswriting]

For the kids writing prompt, let’s try Zoro or Ace for 14 please and thank you!

Zoro x prompt 14: a hoarse whisper “kiss me”

aaaah! my two favourite boys!!! thank you for requesting this! I decided to go with Zoro for this one cause his voice is usually raspier and deeper than Ace's. Also, I know for a fact this boy would do something like that - he has complicated relationship with his emotions and this prompt just perfectly fits him aaaah!!! I hope this is okay for you and that you'll enjoy this as much as I do. Came out a bit longer than I wanted to but I couldn't help it. I love him

gender neutral! mention of alcohol

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After the new bounties got published, Luffy decided to throw a party to celebrate: everyone's bounty increased impressively, which was something your captain was definitely was proud of. Also, who would waste the occasion to eat good food and drink rivers of sake? Not Luffy for sure, nor Zoro or the rest of the crew.

After hours of countless cheering to the most useless thing and engaging in dumb drinking games with Usopp, most of the crew was now drunk: Nami was now sleeping, her face completely smashed against the table, her head supported by her own arm, while Robin managed to stumble her way to her dormitory, murmuring curse words every time her movement didn't really match her intentions.

Resting your head on Zoro's shoulder, you giggled at how wasted your crew got. It was your turn to guard the ship, so no alcohol for you this time - at least, not enough to get you drunk.

"How are you still drinking?" you ask, slightly tilting your head up to have a better look at Zoro, who was still sipping his sake.

"It won't knock me off." he replied, putting his jacket around you. You smiled at the affectionate gesture, snuggling closer to Zoro and enjoying the warmth of his body just for a little longer. Resting his back against the bench the two of you were sitting on, he opened his arms and let your head rest on his muscular chest, his arm now wrapped around your figure.

You were used to this type of affection; it was your thing. Gentle touches, sweet little moments like this when no one could see you. You always found a way to remain alone; sometimes you joined him during his guard hours in the crew's nest when everyone else was asleep - and sometimes, he'd join you too.

Tilting your head up once again, you took your time to look at Zoro. The heavenly visual you had from that position allowed you to admire just how sharp his jawline was, and the way his Adam's apple moved every time he chugged some of his sake. Your gaze slowly drifted up to his lips, the way they gracefully wrapped around the glass he was drinking from - and you wondered how soft they must be.

When Zoro finally noticed your intense staring, he smirked and looked at you. Although he didn't want to admit it, the booze he had been drinking all night was finally doing his magic, tinting his cheeks of a scarlet red. Before he could say anything, a loud hi-cup caught him by surprise, causing you to giggle once again.

"Cmon Zoro, it's time you go and get some sleep." you say before getting up and escaping his warm embrace. Taking his big hands into yours, you tried - unsuccessfully - to get him up.

He shook his head in response, slurring a low "i'm fine" in response and pulling you closer to him once again, making you sit on his lap.

"I can't believe you don't want to go to bed." you giggle again, running an hand through his messy hair.

You were now so ridiculously close to him; so close he could feel your breath tickling the skin of his face, so close he swore he could hear your heartbeat - and he couldn't help but stare, being completely mesmerised by how beautiful you were, how gracefully the moonlight caressed your features.

"Kiss me." he slurred again, completely taking you by surprise. You stopped in your tracks for a second, letting your hand wander down to his cheeks, caressing his cheekbones.

"Uhm?" you asked softly. "It's the alcohol talking.." you continued, biting your bottom lip. Every fibre of your heart wished that was a genuine request - god knows how many times you've pictured this; but you knew better than kissing someone this drunk. He wouldn't even remember it in the morning, most likely.

"I said kiss me." he repeated in a hoarse, rather demanding tone, his voice sounding raspy and deeper than usual from all the drinking he had that night.

You stared at him blankly, shivers being continuously sent down to your spine as you saw Zoro's serious expression, a warm sensation quickly reaching your cheeks.

"You're drunk, you won't.." you said, almost panicking trying to decipher the intentions of the handsome boy in front of you.

"I will." he was quick to reply. "and I am not drunk. I just drank enough to have the courage to ask you." he continued. Despite the appearance of a smirk on his lips, you could tell he was embarrassed - he felt vulnerable, exposed, and your reaction almost made him thinking you were rejecting him.

Noticing the smile forming on your face, he gently placed his hand at the bas of your jawline, his thumb caressing your chin before he finally decides to kiss you through your smile - his lips locking onto yours in what quickly became a sloppy, hungry kiss.

[thejujvtsupost]

Too Much Labor

So this might be a little heavy, but we got sweetheart toji in his own way - inspired by Labor by Paris Paloma

Notes: F!reader, previous emotionally abusive relationship, emotional manipulation(not by Toji), healing, angst but also fluff. He’s really sweet in this and I think we all need a little sweet Toji in our lives, he’s got a temper but not around you.

You swore you had a handle on everything. You told Toji, your ex roommate and best friend that you very much used to have a crush on despite knowing it was one sided, exactly that every time he said something snarky about your “shit for ass” long term boyfriend.

Including this time, when you were on the phone with him and waiting for your boyfriend to get home. He was an hour late, but it’s fine. He can’t control it if he has to work overtime.

(Whose idea was it to name their daughter ‘Overtime’?)

Of course when he did get home he was still keyed up from the work day and in a bad mood, it’s not like he didn’t love you. Sometimes he just has a rough day and feels comfortable enough to let his walls down around you.

“It’s not his fault, he just set the glass down a little too hard. He can’t help that he’s too strong for the plate either.” You were still cleaning up the glass after an argument started over what you made for dinner.

That’s how Toji found you when he rushed his way through your unlocked door. Of course that asshole left it open for anyone to barge in leaving you completely unprotected. Over the phone he heard the sound of yelling, then glass hitting the ground, the yelp you let out and the tone of the call ending; it had him out the door with his keys in under two minutes flat.

“C’mon, stand up sweetheart. Let me help.” He wasn’t supposed to call you pet names anymore, no matter how warm and safe that care made you feel.

(He didn’t mean cleaning. You were leaving that apartment tonight and not going back.)

You were shocked to see him, obviously unaware the door open in the first place. Using your sleeve to dry your eyes, letting someone see you crying would make your boyfriend look bad, you shouldn’t be such a slob and embarrass him; you went back to work. “I didn’t know you were coming over, sorry it’s a mess in here. Just give me- give me a few minutes and I’ll get you a drink and start cooking something else.”

Something else? Oh fucking hell… there was actual food, a whole meals worth if he had to guess, mixed in with the shards.

You let out a small yelp when you cut your hand on a particularly large piece of the dinner plate.

He’d treat you so much better than that prick. Toji has always been temperamental but never around you, your calming demeanor was relaxing. “You shouldn’t be cleaning, cmon now. Let me look at your hand.”

“I’ll deal with it later, ‘sfine. I don’t know when he’s coming back and I need to get started on making something el- I mean something better and get everything cleaned up. I’ll be quick I just need a few more minutes please.” You were trying so hard not to cry, your little sniffles were already embarrassing enough. Who cries over a fucking plate? You’re as pathetic as your boyfriend said you were when you cried in front of him earlier.

His heart was breaking every time you let out a shaky breath. “No, c’mere sweetheart. That’s enough.”

“You don’t understand-”

“I understand perfectly, and you’re done here. I can’t take it anymore, look what he’s doing to you!” He had to take a deep breath, he reminded himself when he saw you flinch at his tone. Fuck. “Darlin’ look around, really look around. You cooked an entire homemade meal with a fully set table and it’s on the floor. You hurt yourself on the glass, the food is still hot enough to burn your little hands too; I know it is. You do everything for him, and what does he ever do for you? How does he show he appreciates you? He checks your phone every month to make sure you’re not spending too much time talking to other people. Think about how long this has been going on, our conversations don’t last longer than twenty minutes and you haven’t hung out with me in person in months, much less your other friends.”

“I’m sorry, I know I’ve been a really bad friend but I’m really busy. I’ll try to make more time in the future…” you were losing your grip, the tiny grip you had, on your emotions.

“No no no, you didn’t do anything wrong here. It’s not about that, you haven’t been anywhere without him in ages, have you? You quit your job, how are you so busy if you’re not working?” He managed to pull you up and get you into a dining room chair so he could kneel in front of you. Your tears were gut wrenching. Toji was going to murder that fucker, he deserved to be ripped apart limb from limb for hurting someone as sweet as you. He squashed the impulse down (for now), you were a priority.

“It’s dangerous for someone like me to walk out in the world on my own… and he likes spending time with me so…”

Toji already knew he was about to hate whatever answer you were going to give him. “What do you mean ‘someone like you’?”

“‘M weak and a little- a little oblivious so it’s not safe.”

“Nope. You’re done here. You’re leaving right now. You deserve so much better than this. Someone that loves you would never treat you like this.” I would never treat you like this… it was a selfish thought that would be on the very back burner. That’s not what you needed right now.

“I can’t, he’s gonna be mad at me! I’ll try and hang out with you later!” Your emotions burst forward from the flimsy dam. Full on sobs. It was the loneliness, the fear of always being wrong and not wanting to be a burden on your boyfriend and you wanted things to feel the way they did when you first started dating. That’s when it felt like he actually loved you, you just had to try harder according to him and you were! You really really were!

The stream of thought was interrupted by Toji wrapping his arms around you. It’d been so long since you had one of his hugs and it made you break down into a puddle. Your boyfriend didn’t like when you were friendly with other guys and the boundary you put in place hurt more than you thought it had. “I’m sorry for crying on you.” You managed to get out through your shudders.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for sweetheart. You got a suitcase?”

You nodded and let him wipe your tears for you. “My stuff should be able to fit in one big one.”

“Good. Let’s check out your hand and get you packed up, make sure your phone is synced fully to the cloud and factory reset it, you’re not taking that one with you.”

“Toji I don’t have any money or a place to go, and I need a job to have any money at all-”

“What? No, baby you’re coming home with me. Where you belong.”

You started crying all over again, leading to another hug while you rested your head on his shoulder. “Alright, you’re okay, I gotcha. Clear your phone, I’m gonna wrap your hand and we’ll get outta here.”

Your phone was shut off and left on the counter only minutes later.

Your wound on your hand was tightly wrapped and all your things were ready to go. It’s not like you had a lot, your boyfriend- ex boyfriend said you had too much and you left it behind in your old room in the apartment you shared with Toji. You figured he would’ve done something with all your stuff by now.

All in the span of thirty minutes, you were leaving. It hurt to leave, but it kept on hurting more and more the longer you stayed with him.

“Leave the rest of the mess for him to clean up, let’s go. I have a fluffy blanket with your name on it.”

Toji kept your room exactly as you left it, you always had a home with him…

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[insanitybl00m]

Tales From Under The Wisteria Tree

Chapter 9 - Apa?

Tallulah showed up from nowhere. And then she called Missa ‘Apa’. Which was adorable but it was also absolutely terrifying.

But he had to admit he missed her. And she looked so grown up now with her fancy dress and shawl.

“So your daughter is a changeling,” Missa whispered in his ear.

How the hell…?

“My son is one too, don’t worry, I can keep her secret safe.”

Philza sighed and smiled at the perfect human staring back at him.

“Hi apa!” Ah. That was still an issue. 

“Hello, Tallulah! It’s nice to meet you!” Missa smiled at her.

“What’s your name? Papa gave you mine! I promise it won’t be taken! Pinky promise!”

“Tallulah…” Phil warned. She knew better than to talk about her magic.

“It’s just apa. Besides, I call you Papa Phil!”

“My name is Missa. You can call me Apa Missa.”

Phil’s heart melted as Missa fully accepted the title. 

“Great! I’m Tallulah, but you know that. People also call me Lullah! It’s a nickname! You can use that for me too!” 

“Tallulah do you want to go grow some flowers? Me and Apa Missa need to talk for a second.”

“I’ll grow the prettiest flowers!” She went and ran off, kicking her boots off in the process, and slowly poppies bloomed in her footsteps. 

“She’s adorable.”

“You haven’t seen her be a menace yet.”

“Oh she’s too sweet to be a menace, she’s fine.”

Phil sighed. “Are you ok with her calling you ‘apa’? I know it’s really really sudden for her to basically be calling you her father.”

“I’m more than ok with it. If you don’t feel comfortable, tell me. I’d love to be in her life. I know I’ve barely met her but I mean it when I say she’s adorable.”

Not a hint of a lie, stars above Missa was perfect.

“I’m perfectly ok with it. You’re amazing Missa.” He kissed Missa’s forehead.

“Oh please, and I thought we weren’t using names while in the middle of nowhere.”

“I made an exception.” Phil stood up. “C’mon Tallulah! We’re done talking!”

She ran back over. “I made a bunch of flowers. We should make flower crowns! C’mon Apa Missa, let’s go!” She grabbed Missa and pulled him over to her flowers.

Tallulah’s magic was crazy powerful. She grew a whole garden in five minutes. And every step she took exploded with flowers. 

“Apa Missa, your eyes are so pretty! I love the color purple! It’s my favorite!”

“Aw! That’s so sweet Tallulah! You know I like your pretty dress, it suits you well.”

“Papa Phil cmon!” The girl chided. “He’s a slowpoke.” She whisper-yelled to Missa.

“Sometimes he can be.” He responded with a huge grin.

“I can hear you two you know. Troublemakers.”

Tallulah sat down in the center of the spiral of flowers. “Can I take my shawl off Papa? I wanna stretch my wings!”

“Sure Tallulah.” 

Wings? Chayanne was a changeling but he didn’t have wings. He had a tail. Maybe there were differences between different changelings.

She took off the black shawl and she had small moth wings. Too small for her size but she fluttered them with glee at the sight of them. They shimmered blue and faded into a deep purple.

“Papa, Tia Niki has been teaching me how to control my magic!”

“That’s great darling.” Phil sat down next to Missa.

“Apa you should make a flower crown with purple flowers! It will match your eyes.” The small girl handed Missa a handful of flowers, all in various shades of purple.

“Thank you, Tallulah.” He tried to copy Phil who seemed to be creating a flower crown with almost no issues. His finger just kept slipping and messing up.

“Here it’s like this.” Phil wrapped the flower stem around another flower and then picked up another flower and repeated the process until he had a small chain.

“Thank you.”

“She loves making flower crowns. I’d be a bad dad if I didn’t learn a few tricks.”

Missa laughed and leaned into Phil.

“Papa, what color did you make yours?”

“Purple.”

“No! I made purple to match with Apa Missa! We can’t all have purple!”

“Why can’t we Tallulah?” Missa asked. 

“Because I want to match with you! Not Papa Phil, I already have a matching flower crown back home!”

“We can all match. A new one for the three of us.”

“Oh yeah! That’s true!” Her eyes shone. “I take it back papa! You did a good job!”

Phil smiled at the two of them. “Glad to have the expert's opinion.”

Missa and Tallulah got along great. They laughed and Phil could have sworn he saw Tallulah’s hair turn just a few shades lighter to match Missa’s instead of the pitch black of Niki’s dyed black hair. 

Changeling's traits did reflect their caretakers after all. 

But when it was time for bed it became an issue. “Did Tia Niki pack you a bedroll?”

“A what?”

“Something to sleep on. So we can start to travel somewhere else tomorrow morning.” Missa explained.

“I have my blanket!”

Phil sighed. “She packed you enough food for a literal feast but not a bedroll?”

“I can sleep on the ground! Moss is comfy anyway.”

“No Tallulah, take mine.” Missa said, moving his bed roll over to the girl.

“But where will you sleep?” She asked.

“I’ll be—“

“I know, we can push them together and make one big bedroll for the three of us.” Missa looked at Phil.

“That’s a great idea, what do you think of that idea Tallulah?”

“Only if I can be next to Apa Missa!” Tallulah latched onto his arm.

“Are you abandoning me for Missa, Tallulah?”

“Yes.” She said, a wicked grin on her face as she smiled at Phil.

He sighed but there was a smile on his face as he moved the bedrolls together.

“Papa, teach Apa how to do my hair!”

“Yes, my princess.”

“I’m not a princess, I’m a queen!”

“I apologize, your highness.” She smiled and sat down. “Her hair is really curly, and it needs to be put in a protective style while she sleeps.”

“Oh, like a bonnet?”

“Yeah, but we put it in a bun first so that it doesn’t bother her while she sleeps.” 

“Here’s the hair tie Tia Niki used,” Tallulah said, passing it over her shoulder.

“Thank you.” 

“So now we unbraid your hair, right Tallulah?”

“Yeah!” Missa took the braid and started untying the strands. “And then you put it in a big bun!” Phil stopped watching and stepped in to help when Missa started to struggle with getting all her hair in the bun.

“You need to hold her hair like it's a ponytail and then wrap the hair tie around once. Then let go and wrap the rest of her hair around the ponytail and when you’re done wrap the hair tie around the bun.”

“Like this?”

“Perfect! Tallulah, where is the bonnet?”

“Top of my bag.”

Phil went and grabbed the bag, searching through the pockets that were filled with protection charms. Niki really did try her best to protect her. He grabbed the silky fabric.

“Got it!” Phil came and slid the bonnet over Tallulah’s head. She turned around to face Missa. 

“Thank you apa!” 

“Of course!” 

“Alright, it’s time for bed Tallulah,” Phil said, he kissed her forehead.

“Night papa!”

He laid down on the other side of Missa. Tallulah was asleep in seconds, soft snores made that obvious.

“Phil,” Missa whispered.

“Mhm?” He rolled over and faced Missa.

“Thank you for saving me earlier.”

“Of course.”

“Hanging out with Tallulah today was really nice.”

Phil gave him a soft smile. “It really was. You two get along well.”

“I’m glad, you look like you’d burn down the world for her.”

“Oh I would. She’s precious.” Missa laughed and curled into Phil’s side. “But you’re precious too.”

Missa ignored that and chose to try and sleep instead. He wouldn’t turn bright pink if he was asleep.

“Goodnight Wisteria.” Phil lightly kissed the top of Missa’s head before wrapping his wings over the three of them. Missa couldn’t even mumble out a goodnight before he was fast asleep. 

[spikrock]

how i feel every mtp character was mischaracterized by the old fandom

basically me describing my icks about mtp fics that ive seen from like 10 years ago/kinda sorta my personality hcs. bear with me here, because they are all my headcanons/opinions and i dont want to make it sound like i think my ideas are the only way you can see the characters...(talking into the void)

Alice: she loses her spunkiness! she becomes a perfectly sweet and agreeable person in almost every fic ive read. i dont see her like this. in my mind, alice is a good mix of kind and understanding with hot headed and stubborn. everyone in the band loves her and she’s easy to get along with, but that doesn’t mean she’s perfect. i feel like fics always wrote her as the mom friend, and i dont really like that. i feel like it’s just because shes the only girl (ive read very few fics where caterpillar is written as a girl) alice really doesn’t scream “mom friend” to me. i see her as pretty chaotic and impulsive. she’s kind of immature, but she always has good intentions in mind and most people in her life admire her, so it’s easy to miss. you know? 

Tarrant: ouuugh boy. in my mind, tarrant is a lovable idiot, his ideas are wacky, sometimes he says things that make zero sense to anyone but him (and maybe thackery and mally), and he’s typically bad at reading a room, being cheerful most of the time (even if his friends arent). most fics i read write him as this! which is great, because i think it’s pretty close to how i see him. he’s pretty much always written as comic relief, which is fine by me. 

my problem starts with how the other characters treat tarrant. they act like hes annoying…ive read so many fics where tarrant will say something a little wacky and every character in the scene side-eye one another and go, “okaaaay, tarrant…🙄” or something similar, and it makes me mad!! so many times i see scenes where alice is “apologizing” for him, when all he did was…talk? be around? the bandmembers are his friends…they aren’t treating him like that, alice would NOT feel the need to apologize for him either? in fact, if alice felt like anyone was making fun of tarrant behind his back she’d fucking kill them. im so serious. 

Mally: not that cool. mally is a LOSER. and i say that with the most love imaginable. he’s got zero game, he’s fairly awkward when he’s not playing or on stage, he fails at like everything, he’s literally insane, and he doesnt think any of that is true. in mally’s mind, he is THE coolest and most special-ist person on the planet at all times and in all ways. he’s so lucky he wasnt subjected to fandom nowadays where people talk about killing their favorites with rocks or whatever. he wouldnt stand a chance. 

fics write him too cool, and too “normal”, if im being honest. this is something that happens to both mally and thackery, and idk. he’s insane!! hes a weirdo!!! the name of the band is MAD t party, i feel like they should all be at least a little crazy. idolmouse was giving them EVERYTHING in those shows and they just threw it all away 😔 the disrespect…

Thackery: they make him way too shy and quiet and nervous when he isnt like that at all. thackery, in my mind, is definitely quieter and less showy than his bandmates, but he’s still as energetic as they are. he, unlike some of his other bandmates, is fine to step back and let someone else be the center of attention. he just wants to be along for the ride; he doesn’t mind what songs he needs to learn for the shows or what they need him to do, he just wants to play in a band with his friends. none of that means he’s overly shy or timid or anything, though. i don’t really know where they got that? the most i see is when he’d hide behind his ears sometimes. but other than that he's always getting in people's faces and jumping around and they just forget hes silly as if thats not one of his most endearing traits like cmon now

and…it hurts even more because you can really tell while reading the fics that it’s because of the ship dynamic with mally that they write him this way. its really frustrating to me. i dont see them as opposites, more like slightly different variations of weird. 

Absolem/Adonis/Caterpillar AUGH whatever: ive only ever read one fic where they write caterpillar as ladypillar so maybe i should just put absolem but whatever.. too serious. too stoic. they basically just copy paste his personality from the 2010 movie. why? i dont know. he gets plenty of personality in the shows but old fics really just ignore that... his ass is NOT wise he plays the fucking keyboard in a band at disneyland 😭 he doesnt know shit 😭😭😭

he’s sort of just around to give advice to people. im just saying they could stand to let him be funny once in a while...hes just so serious even though he doesn’t really act that way on stage. i do like the idea of him being more like that when the bands first getting started but eventually coming out of his shell and letting himself have fun with the rest of them. and almost every caterpillar performer made him really aggressive lmao, i think they should’ve leaned into that it would have been funny. like he just punches someone in a fic. idk. i think we should let absolem hit people

Chessur: in the few fics ive read where chess does much of anything, he’s basically got the same problem that absolem’s got where they just sort of copypaste his movie-self, even down to the way he speaks. i REALLY hate that, they usually make absolem and chess talk all elegantly, esp compared to the other characters. its just really weird to me and makes them feel out of place. 

but out of all these characters, chess being the one that writer’s struggled to do much with makes sense. he’s behind that drumset all the time, he doesn’t get much explicit character shown, so i mean, what else were they gona turn to? going back to the 2010 movie is the next step ig. but also, i mean, it’s possible. it’s not like the performers NEVER did anything, because they did. you can still get a personality and come up with a character that isn’t just tim burton’s chessur but a human. 

i see chess as the quietest in the band; he isn’t shy, he doesn’t not want to be around his bandmates or anything, he’s just sort of quiet, unless someone speaks to him or he’s teasing someone lmao. i see him and mally as pretty similar, but neither of them like acknowledging or admitting it. hes meanspirited, but actually very caring and nice, you just gota know him. and hes closest to alice, so ofc SHE knows it. all his sarcastic comments to his friends are just how he says he loves them <3 if you ask, he’d tell you that he only joined the band because he knew they needed a drummer, but it was really cus he wanted to hang out at the tea party (he rarely went before because he and mally genuinely did not get along before the band) i think chess is the type to never talk and then randomly drop the most profound shit anyone has ever heard. idk, does any of that make sense?

so yeah. i know mad t party fandom was all about doing whatever you want with these characters cus there really wasnt much to base anything off of, but i dont think that really applies to their characters?? really just the stories? like they DO have characters and personalities. when people would say things like theyre acting when theyre on stage...that is so weird to me because thats literally just what the show itself is. where is the fun in saying that theyre not actually like how they are on stage? 

this is just a peek into how i see these silly little band guys…ive wanted to share my hcs for a while now, but like. my mind is just spaghetti. i know everything i want to say, but writing it down and putting it out there is just sooo hard. i hope the 5 people who will see this post will understand sort of what im trying to say here. thanks for reading if you read the whole thing thats insane. gold star fo you.

[violetnotez]

HC: Seeing Them Shirtless for the First Time | JJK

Should I be getting ready for work? Yes, yes I should be 💀

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Music Genre: Rock | JJK

Characters: Gojo, Itadori, Megumi 

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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The first time you saw Gojo shirtless was during your first time being intimate with him.

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Gojo was just-perfect. You honestly couldn’t describe him any other way...yeah, he could sometimes be a pain in your ass with his boyish antics, but that somehow adds to that special charm he possesses. Even now, with his hands pinning yours above your head, lips molding into yours in a lustful heat, he was smiling as if he was having the time of his life. Gojo moved down from your lips, finally allowing you a second to breathe, instantly finding a spot on your neck, sucking and licking the skin as if his life depended on it. The sensation was overriding your system, your throat desperately trying to release a groan from the overwhelming sensation, intense heat traveling through your core. You felt him find the spot you were most sensitive in, that held back groan finally being stolen from your swollen lips. Embarrassment burst into your stomach, your knuckles tightening as you shifted to to the side, desperately trying to hide your face from making such a lewd reaction.

You felt Gojo chuckle against your skin, the vibration sending a shock wave throughout your spine and limbs. “Ah, Cmon doll, don’t be so shy,” he cooed, a devilish smirk encasing his features, “I like it when you make those little sounds for me.........and only me, right?” It was a taunt, a trap, and he knew it-if Gojo Satoru was anything, he was always confident in his abilities. And his ability to completely be able to control you, to keep you by his side, was no exception. Any other day, when you were thinking clearly you would Probabaly retort back with a back handed quip that would make him chuckle. But right now, with your head buzzing with adrenaline and only the thought of the way his skin felt against yours, his kisses burning into your flesh and the pulsating heat in your core...you just wanted him.

“Only you,” you whispered, voice wavering with nerves and adrenaline as your digits found the edge of his shirt, craving for more of his skin against yours. Gojo chuckled again, the sound warm and rich like molasses. Yet, his hand since again were on top of yours, now halting you in your pursuit of undressing him. “You really wanna do this doll? I’m not against it, not at all, but you dont have to-“

“I want to,” you interjected, face flushed with desperation, eyes wide with lust, “I want to so badly Gojo...I want you.” Gojo’s chest tightened at the words, a feral need exploding in his chest-god, the times he dreamed of this day and it’s finally happening...you were just too adorable, your hair tosseled from the heated make out sessions, lips puffy and skin so warm, your eyes practically begging him to devour you. How could he deny you that luxury, especially since you wanted it so much? He leaned in to your lips, digits tracing your skin in designs only he could imagine. He pulled away, mere centimeters from your skin. “You sure little one?” He asked again, using the nickname he gave you that always made you roll your eyes with a smile. It did just the trick, making you giggle at the name as you looked to the side-“I’ve always been ready, ya know.”

“Oh really?” He teased, that delicious smirk gracing his features. He leaned away from you, sitting up in the bed. “Well, I’m not too sure about that....” His digits wrapped around the hem of his shirt near his neck, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it to the corner of his room. Gojo shook his hair out slightly, making the tendrils look even more chaotic than before. You felt your chest tighten by the sight of Gojo shirtless....you had imagined many times before, but seeing the real thing was way different, and way better. Gojo was built as perfectly as his personality, each muscle taught and visible in his abdomen and arms, the veins in his hand even more noticeable in the lighting. You gulped, staring at the way his sweatpants accentuated the dips of his hips, following down to the waist band of his boxers peaking out from his sweats.

Gojo noticed every gesture you made, loving how you drank in his form as he hovered over you. “Why don’t you take a picture-itll last longer,” he said as he leaned into your ear, earning a playful eye roll form you. He chuckled at your reaction, leaning back into your body, hands trailing the side of your waist. “Well if you’re not gonna take a picture....I don’t think it’s very fair that I’m the only one shirtless here....” your felt his digits find the hem of your shirt, teasingly tracing your skin under from underneath..

“So how about we change that, hm?”

The first time you saw Itadori shirtless it was by pure chance- He just cant seem to remember to bring a spare tshirt into the bathroom when he showers.

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Yuuji cant seem to understand why your so flustered- he is so adorable and innocently oblivious its almost painful. Especially when he comes out of the bathroom from a shower, cotton candy pink hair still dripping with water droplets, slick adomen in full view, the “V” of his hip bones partially exposed from the band of his sweatpants. You just wanted to have a chill movie night with your boyfriend-but how can you think about choosing between a horror or a comedy when you have that in front of you? You gulp down a ball of saliva as Itadori casually talked about the different options of films, rummaging through his drawers for a clean shirt as if this was all a normal event-which it was not. Your eyes were glued onto him, drinking in every deifned dip and curve and trying to hold yourself back from thinking about...other ways this cozy date could end up....

But Yuuji knows you like the back of his hand....he knows when something is wrong with you, and you most deinfitely are not your self right now. He instantly begins to ask you questions, voice softly laced with worry. You reassure him your fine, really, but Itadori knows you way too well. He gently raises your chin with his pointer and middle finger, forcing you to look into his eyes. Your breathe gets hitched in your throat, brain suddenly and unbelievebaly clouded from being so so close to him, now knowing that the boyfriend you love so dearly looks like a damn god under his clothing making your heart ram against your chest. His voice was comforting and warm, eyes scanning your face for any sign of sadness or even maybe sickness. 

“Whats on your mind?” he asks gently, trying to coax a response out of you so he can put his worries at ease....until he hears the words “your abs”, blurt out of your mouth at warp speed, your tone dazed and then immediately embarrassed, horror on your face for saying soemthing so honest. He blinks a few times, clearly not expecting that to come from you....but he would be lying if he didnt say he enjoyed it once it set in. A warm chuckle tumbles out of Itadori, that bright boyish grin plastered on his face. He really didnt mean to make you so flustered,..but he’s not complaining

The first time you saw Megumi shirtless was by force-he just hates being taken care of when he’s hurt.

Crimson red clumped against Megumi’s face, sticky and smeared glimpses of his pale skin glowing under the moonlight. His hair was matted down to his face from the slashes oozing out of his head, suit was slashed to bits, his ribs were killing him, and he had a limp on his left leg...but he was fine-honestly. Or that’s what he was trying to tell you...but you wouldn’t listen to a single second of the bull crap he was trying feed you. He was conflicted with emotions-on one hand, it almost annoyed him how utterly selfless you could be for him. It was 1am, the moon on its highest peak in the sky, and you were willing to play nurse for him....but on the other, it warmed him up inside that you did care so much. If he would allow himself to dwell on that emotion, he would admit-that it was .... nice....to have someone take care of him for once. He was used to bandaging each wound on his own, cleaning and disinfecting the soon to be battle scars, hissing to the walls at the pain it caused him. But with you there, you were soft, so gentle with him. Your touch was like a second adrenaline rush for him-you had yourself cradled in his lap, the skin of your thighs barely crazing his tattered uniform. Hands gently positioning his hair, pushing the wispy jet black strands away from the wounds.

“I can do this on my own,” he retorted quietly, his voice a few octaves lower from fatigue. “I bet you could..” you completely ignored him, continuing to busy yourself with closing a scrape on his skin with butterfly bandages. “-but why would I let you?” Megumi felt his breath hitch, taking a sharp breath in....any type of annoyance he felt with you being so god damn persistent instantly left his body, the only thing he can focus on was how much he loved your selfless nature-even if it could be annoying at times. But the instant he took in that deep breath, he felt a deep, guttural pain in his side, making him groan before he could stop it from spilling out of his mouth. That soft gaze you had turned to worry, your hands wrapping around his face, thumbs running smooth circles on his pale skin. “Your hurt....we’re going to need to-“

“N-no, I-“Megumi stuttered out, obviously flustered by the prospect of you seeing him so bare. “I-I’m fine. I can do this on my-“ his voice was stern and cold, yet the wavering tone made any attempt of sounding firm go invalid. You gave him a small smile, your fingers still running circles against his skin, making him look at you with nervous eyes. “Megumi, you are not fine,” you stated calmly, with eyes that simply said the opposite-you were genuinely worried for him. “please...you could have broken a rib, or done soemthing to cause a lot of damage...please, Megumi, I don’t want you to be in pain anymore.” You were asking him, pleading with him, and it broke Megumi in his core-he just couldn’t stand to see you look that scared for him of all people. Megumi sighed, eyes drifting down to the floor in hopes you couldn’t see his embarrassment as he gave in to you.

You helped Megumi shuffle out of his uniform, opting to cut it with some scissors halfway (as it was tattered to shreds already). Both of you were quite nervous...in your relationship, you had never down anything that would warrant for you to see each other’s body’s. So you being able to see him without a shirt felt like a huge step, even if it wasn’t such a big deal to an outsider. Once the fabric was finally off, you both sat in silence, your minds reeling. You knew Megumi was fit, but seeing exactly how much that work paid off brought heat flooding your body, your eyes focused on the way his breath contracted and relaxed his muscles, the moonlight catching the divots of his lower abdomen deliciously. Pale white Scars littered his skin from training, making his body even more mysterious to look at. Each scar was a story, some sort of battle, a lesson he had to learn...you wanted to learn about each and every one. Your hand felt drawn to them, digits slowly checking for signs of bruising, purposefully tracing those scars in order to burn them to memory. Fushigori was practically panicking, desperately trying to keep his heartrate lowered, the cool night air biting at his heated skin as your digits traced against his sides. You were only trying to detect the spots that could be damaged on his abdomen...but damn was it firing something inside him. He was feeling more comfortable like this, just relishing the feeling of your skin on his.

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[hi-there-buddies]

Hey! I saw you were doing fic prompts and I was wondering if you could do some more for Marichat with:

He realized he was in love with her in between saving her and she saving him.

She realized she was in love with him between consoling him and him consoling her.

Puuur-tty paw-lese? 😽

Oooo this is cool! it ended up pretty long too, lol. (also Idk if I should've put a read more or not but oh well) Here we go:

Cat noir hopped rooftops casually across the city.

“So, why are we patrolling in the middle of a perfectly nice day?” A voice inquired, clearly irritated. Adrien took the time to stop on a roof and collect his bearings, as he took a few deep breaths.

“Because, plagg I rarely ever get time to myself, and I like being Cat Noir,” Adrien told Plagg who groaned in annoyance.

“Whaddya mean? You just hung out with a bunch of your friends yesterday,” Plagg questioned.

At this, Adrien sighed, rubbing the back of his head and sitting down.

“Don't get me wrong, Plagg, I like my friends, and I like my life, too, it just gets a bit overwhelming sometimes, y’know?” Adrien stated as he looked downwards with half-lidded eyes.

“All the time, I'm either working, practicing, at school, or with my friends. And I’m not saying I don't like doing all that,” Adrien continued putting his hands up as he explained, “I just...need some time to myself to process everything. And since I don't get that in my life as Adrien, being Cat Noir is kinda therapeutic for me,” He explained further to the kwami.

“If being Cat Noir is therapeutic for you, maybe you should start seeing a therapist,” Plagg remarked humorously, earning a chuckle from his friend.

“Ya, you’re probably right,” Adrien admitted, standing up and stretching.

Before you could jump to the next rooftop, though, a sharp cry from behind him caused him to spin around in panic, jumping just in time to dodge a car to the face.

“What the heck?!” Adrien yelled as he fell through the air.

“Akuma!” He heard a voice inside his head scream, landing on the now half-demolished rooftop he had just jumped from. Adrien quickly spun around to see what looked to be a young girl in circus-like attire, holding a pocket mirror in her hand.

“So, you're one of the ones I need to take the miraculous from,” She announced, jumping from her previous position to be at the same height as Cat Noir, “That should be easy enough,” 

Backing up slightly, Adrien tried to quickly analyze the situation. He needed to get away as quickly as possible to call Ladybug without the threat of having another car hurled at him, and he also needed to figure out how to cancel out Hawkmoth’s control.

“Great,” he whispered to himself, “The one time I wanna relax,” Adrien sighed, exasperated, before quickly running away from the situation and taking out his staff/phone.

“C’mon, c’mon, pickup m’lady,” he muttered, staring at the ‘ringing’ symbol as his phone chimed repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Across Town:

“You know Marinette, I'm sure Adrien would've said yes if you asked him to come with us,” Alya noted as she walked beside her boyfriend, Nino, and her best friend.

“I'm sure he would’ve, Alya,” Marinette sighed somewhat sadly, “but you know how weird I get when I talk to him, especially when it comes to asking him to hang out,” She remarked, downtrodden.

“You miss all the shots you don't take, Mari,” Alya pointed out, nudging Marinette gently with her shoulder, “besides, the worst he can say is ‘no’” 

“Nah, the worst would probably be ‘ew’” Nino butt in, earning an elbow to the gut and a nasty look from Alya as Marinette blanched, “I-I mean, go for it!” He wheezed out with a thumbs up.

“Thanks, you guys,” Marinette responded as she tried to exhale her doubt. 

“No problem girl,” Alya grinned with a hand on Marinette's shoulder.

“Oh, babe look, ice cream!” Nino exclaimed as he pointed to the frozen treat stand. Alya whipped her head around excitedly.

“Ooo, ice cream! Cmon let's go!” Alya announced as she grabbed Marinette’s hand and started dragging her over, but was surprised when Marinette gently pulled herself away.

“I'm good right now Alya, you and Nino go get some, I'll wait here,” she told the couple, who looked at each other in concern.

“You sure girl?” Alya questioned, undoubtedly sounding worried.

“Ya, I'm sure, I'm just not really in the mood right now,” Marinette reassured them as she waved her hands with a fake smile.

“Hm, alright, well we’ll be back soon, ok?” Alya told her, grabbing Nino’s hand and rushing to the ice cream stand.

With that, Marinette let out a sigh, as she slowly walked to the fountain in the middle of the park, and sat on the ledge. 

“Are you alright, Marinette?” A voice questioned the dejected girl quietly.

“I'm fine, Tikki,” She whispered back, her smile slowly turning into a slight frown.

“You know, Marinette, apparently people use this fountain to make wishes!” Tikki told her friend, who looked down at her purse to see the kwami popping out.

“Really?” Mari questioned, confusedly.

“Yep, you just have to toss a coin in. Try it, I bet it’ll lift your spirits,” The kwami pushed, finding a coin from the purse and handing it to Marinette.

Marinette stood up slowly and turned around to face the water.

“W-what should I wish for?” She asked, looking at the coin, then down to Tikki.

“I can't help you with that, Marinette. Just make sure it's from deep within your heart,” Tikki responded softly, causing Marinette to close her eyes in contemplation.

A few seconds of silence passed as Marinette held the coin up to her face.

“I wish for Adrien and me to be together,” 

Marinette tossed the coin gently into the flowing water, a genuine smile filled with hope appearing.

The moment was abruptly interrupted, though, as Marinette heard a large crash and a loud yelp, as she whipped her head around to see something large barreling towards her from the sky. Before she could even understand what was going on, though, she was swept off her feet and swung through the air, gripping on for dear life to whatever had just saved her from being a streak on the ground.

A few seconds passed before her feet hit the ground again, where she immediately fell to her knees and began panting in shock.

“You ok, Marinette?” She heard from above her, looking up to see Cat Noir looking upon her with concern. 

“C-Cat Noir?” Marinette stuttered, eyes wide as tears began to fall gently down her cheeks.

Suddenly, a hand moved to her face and wiped away the stray tears.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe now,” He whispered to her, as Marinette put both of her hands on the one that was cupping her cheek softly. Marinette closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to get a hold of herself. She had never been that scared before. Usually, she was able to turn into Ladybug before she got involved with Akuma attacks, but this time she could barely even comprehend what was going on before Cat Noir had swooped in and saved her.

“Aw, young love,” A voice echoed in both their ears, as both Cat Noir and Marinette turned to see the girl who had been akumatized appear in front of them through what looked to be a portal.

“How disgusting,” She remarked maliciously, putting her pocket mirror in the air. Suddenly a barrier seemed to encase the three people.

“What the-?” Cat Noir blurted, looking around to see that they had been completely trapped.

“It's like, one big mirror,” Marinette noticed, as she walked to the barrier and tried to touch it, but instead of her hand stopped, it moved through the wall like air, and came out right next to her like some sort of portal.

“What an astute observation,” The akumatized girl announced sarcastically. 

“Listen! Marinette has nothing to do with this! You want my miraculous? You fight me!” Cat Noir yelled putting himself between the Akuma and Marinette.

“And why should I?” she questioned the hero venomously, earning wide eyes from Cat Noir in return.

“In case you haven't noticed, Cat Noir,” She announced, throwing her hands up in a false sense of superiority, “I think I'm the one with the upper hand right about now,” She laughed in spite. 

Backing up slowly, Adrien tried to find the best way out of the situation before being grabbed from behind.

“Cat Noir,” Marinette whispered, “I think I know what object’s been akumatized,” She told him quietly.

“Do tell,” Cat Noir said with a soothing grin.

“Well she’s using mirrors a lot, right?” Marinette continued after Cat Noir nodded, “And she's been holding that pocket mirror pretty close, too, so what if it's that?” Marinette finished, with a raised eyebrow, waiting to see what Cat Noir thought.

“Wow, I can't believe I didn't think of that, Thanks, Marinette!” He told her with a near blinding smile, causing Marinette to blush ever so slightly.

“Y-ya, no problem,” she muttered, as she watched Cat Noir walk up to the Akuma.

“Oh?” The Akuma said aloud, “What now? Did your little girlfriend figure something out?” she asked vindictively, a clear look of anger seemingly plastered on her face.

“Oh, nothing really, just that I have to destroy that little pocket mirror and all of this will be over with,” Cat Noir noted proudly, ignoring the ‘girlfriend’ comment. 

The Akuma sneered distastefully, “Just you try,” she said, straightening her posture as she prepared for a fight.

“Gladly,” Cat Noir replied quickly, as he ran towards the Akuma and jumped in the air. Looking up, the girl stumbled backward as Cat Noir landed right in front of her and began grabbing for the mirror. 

Marinette stood back in awe and annoyance.

“I should be helping him!” Marinette thought angrily, looking around for anything that could help. Her eyes slowly drifted to Cat Noir’s staff, which he had dropped when he was consoling her. Running over, Marinette quickly picked it up and looked back to the fight, seeing the Akuma on the defensive as she dodged all of Cat Noir’s grabs.

“Wait a second,” Marinette began, eyes squinting, “If she’s able to use mirrors in a fight like she did to throw whatever that was at me, then why is she just dodging?” She questioned to herself.

Suddenly, Marinette was snapped out of her thoughts by a very loud shout.

“Cataclysm!” Cat Noir yelled, holding his hand to the side. At that, it dawned on Marinette, as she looked over to see the Akuma smirking.

“Cat Noir, don't!” She shouted, running towards the fight as quickly as she could, but it was too late, as Adrien had already begun his attack.

Cat Noir went for one final grab at the pocket mirror, which the Akuma was holding in front of her face.

“I win,” She whispered, as a mirror appeared right between Cat Noir’s hand and the Akuma’s mirror. Suddenly, Cat Noir’s arm disappeared inside the mirror, before another one appeared to the side of Adrien’s head, as his eyes widened in shock and fear.

Before he could hit himself with cataclysm, though, something was shoved between Adrien’s head and his hand, which fell to the ground and turned black. Cat Noir was able to discern it as his staff before it inevitably turned to dust.

“What the?!” The Akuma yelled angrily, as both she and Cat Noir turned their heads to see Marinette panting. 

“Why you little-!” The Akuma began to run towards Marinette, who had fallen to her knees, before being stopped by Cat Noir as he pulled the mirror out of her hand.

“Wait, don't-” She begged, as Adrien broke the pocket mirror in two, a black butterflying flying away from inside.

Almost immediately, the young girl’s attire turned to dust, floating away into the wind to reveal a teenage girl, looking around in confusion. the mirror-like barrier followed, disintegrated around them.

“W-where am I?” She asked, looking up to see Cat Noir.

“Cat Noir?! What're you doing here?” She asked in shock, before her eyes widened in horror, “d-don't tell me,” She whimpered, putting her face in her hands as she cried.

Before Adrien could compose himself enough to comfort her, though, someone made it to her before him.

“It's alright, everything will be ok now,” Marinette told the young girl, who looked up in surprise.

“I'm s-so sorry,” She continued to cry, as Marinette pulled her into a hug. Adrien looked on in astonishment at the sort of motherly instinct that his friend had. She had almost just been killed by this girl, yet she was able to go right to her and start consoling her like she was a friend or daughter.

“You’re alright, I got you. Mind telling us what happened?” She questioned the girl, who wiped away some tears.

“T-these girls were making fun of the w-way I looked,” She told them reluctantly, “And w-when I opened my locker, someone had written ‘ugly’ on the m-mirror,” She cried, looking down.

Marinette frowned sympathetically, “I'm so sorry they did that to you,” She told her, “Nobody deserves that,” Marinette finished as she looked the young girl in her eyes. 

“What's your name?” Marinette finally asked softly.

The young girl sniffled, “Ella,” She whispered.

“Alright Ella, now I know it's hard, but I want you to tell your family what's been going on ok? For both your sake and the people of Paris’” Marinette told Ella, who nodded as she continued to cry. Getting up shakily, she began to walk away, waving to both Cat Noir and Marinette.

“Thank you both!” She yelled, as her walking turned to running, and she was quickly out of sight.

“Marinette?” Cat Noir said, causing Marinette’s eyes to widen as she turned to him.

Adrien put one of his hands on his neck, “Thanks,” He told her, as he looked into her bright, blue eyes, “for saving me back there,” he said to her, causing her to blush.

“W-well, after what you did earlier, I guess we can call it even, huh?” Marinette replied to him with a pure smile. Cat Noir quickly turned away out of embarrassment he didn't notice he had felt.

“Y’know,” He began, walking closer to Marinette, whose heart began to beat faster.

“You’d make a great hero Marinette,” Cat Noir informed her, earning a genuine grin from the teenage girl.

“Not as great as you,” She chuckled, as she closed her eyes and beamed from ear to ear. Adrien suddenly blushed, as his stomach began to feel weird.

A sound of beeping took both of them out of the moment, as Adrien looked down to his ring.

“Ah, I gotta go, see ya Marinette,” He told her as he got ready to run away, “And thanks again,” He added as he waved.

Marinette waved back excitedly. Finally, when he had left she fell to her knees and put her hand on her chest.

“What the heck is going on?” She questioned as she felt like she was going to burst into flames.

As Adrien climbed the staircase on the side of a building and got back to hoping rooftops, his hand moved to his face.

“What on earth?” he whispered.

“I think it's pretty obvious, Marinette,” Tikki giggled from within her purse.

“Cant you tell, loverboy?” Plagg remarked.

“You’re in looove,” They both proclaimed.

[hopelesshawks]

Official Accounts Part 34 (Bakugo Route)- Together

Summary: (y/n) was perfectly happy remaining anonymous, even if her best friends were all pro heroes and she worked under THE Hawks. Handling the technical aspects of hero work from the background suited her just fine, thank you very much. That goes out the window when suddenly her twitter blows up thanks Denki and the famed no. 2 hero is asking her to run his own official twitter as a result

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Masterlist

You’re nervous too. The information crashes over Bakugo like a wave. You’re nervous too. You’re nervous too. You’re nervous too.

Granted there are a million reasons you could be nervous. You could be nervous about going to such a formal event. You could be nervous about mingling with so many top heroes. You could be nervous because it’s such short notice. But you could also be nervous because it’s him that invited you. You could be nervous because this feels like something more. You could be nervous for the same reasons he is. Maybe, just maybe, Hawks had been onto something. So for the first time in five years Bakugo allows himself to hope.

Hawks’ teasing grin softens. If anyone got to take advantage of his missed shot he’s glad it’s Bakugo in all honesty. “Don’t be. I’m almost positive she sees you the same way,” he assures Bakugo and he watches some of the tension ease out of the other man. Hawks likes you a lot, don’t get him wrong. Given enough time and healing he thinks he could’ve loved you just as deeply as Bakugo must. He doesn’t yet though, and the part of him that already loves you platonically couldn’t justify making you wait around for the romantic side to catch up when there was a perfectly good man right in front of you who already looks at you like you hung the moon. “Hey Bakugo,” Hawks pipes up, causing the other man to turn to look at him, “she’s lucky to have you.” Bakugo blinks at him in surprise a few times. “Thanks... For everything I guess,” Bakugo replies. Although he doesn’t look Hawks in the eye as he says it, Hawks knows it’s genuine all the same.

Hawks’ teasing grin softens. If anyone got to take advantage of his missed shot he’s glad it’s Bakugo in all honesty. “Don’t be. I’m almost positive she sees you the same way,” he assures Bakugo and he watches some of the tension ease out of the other man. Hawks likes you a lot, don’t get him wrong. Given enough time and healing he thinks he could’ve loved you just as deeply as Bakugo must. He doesn’t yet though, and the part of him that already loves you platonically couldn’t justify making you wait around for the romantic side to catch up when there was a perfectly good man right in front of you who already looks at you like you hung the moon. “Hey Bakugo,” Hawks pipes up, causing the other man to turn to look at him, “she’s lucky to have you.” Bakugo blinks at him in surprise a few times. “Thanks... For everything I guess,” Bakugo replies. Although he doesn’t look Hawks in the eye as he says it, Hawks knows it’s genuine all the same.

Before the two can exchange any more words, Mina exits from your bedroom and quickly closes the doors behind her. She gives Bakugo an appraising look. “You clean up nice, I approve,” she decides causing Bakugo to roll his eyes. “Whatever Ashido,” he retorts back. “Ohhh using my last name instead of a nickname huh?” she teases. “He must be really nervous,” she whispers conspiratorially to Hawks. “He is,” Hawks whispers back. “I’m right here,” Bakugo huffs, causing both Hawks and Mina to laugh. “Mina can I come out now or what?” you call from the other side of your bedroom door. Bakugo’s grip around the flowers tightens imperceptibly. “Ok, ok one second!” Mina calls back to you. She throws a wink Bakugo’s way and then grabs hold of one of the door handles. “Now presenting, as styled by Mina Ashido and Momo Yaoyorozu, the stunning (y/n) (y/l/n)!” Mina announces as she opens the door with a flourish.

You finally step out of your room in a long silver dress and Bakugo is literally speechless. He always thinks you’re stunning but wow. You are absolutely radiant as you enter into the living room, spotting the flowers still clutched in his hand. “Aww you remembered my favorites!” you grin as you step towards him. “Of course I remembered dumbass,” he scoffs, trying to cover his reaction to your entrance although the blush on his cheeks gives him away. You gently take the flowers from Bakugo’s hand and he tries to ignore the way his heart races in his chest when your hands brush. He needs to get a hold of himself, but he just can’t seem to. He shoves his hands in the pockets of his pants to hide their slight trembling. “You ready to go or what?” he asks. “I’m ready!” you grin as you hand the flowers to Mina. “Hawks and I will hold down the fort, you two have fun!” Mina tells you as you wave goodbye and you and Bakugo make your way out of the apartment.

“Is that a fucking limo?” you ask incredulously as you and Bakugo step out onto the street. Sure enough a long black limo is parked in front of your building and as the two of you approach a driver steps out and opens the door for you. Bakugo looks back towards your building to see Hawks and Mina giving him a thumbs up from the balcony, causing him to roll his eyes. “Should’ve known bird brain was gonna be extra when he said he had our ride handled,” Bakugo huffs. “May as well enjoy it then, cmon Kacchan!” you grin as you grasp hold of Bakugo’s arm and drag him into the waiting limo. You let go once both of you are safely seated inside but he can feel where your hand was like a brand. He must admit your excitement is infectious and it’s starting to erode away the nervousness that’s been dancing under his skin. You always have had that effect on him and god how he’s missed one on one time with you like this. Training isn’t the same. Those early mornings together the focus is on improving your control of your quirk, not catching up or recounting how your day went. He distantly wonders if maybe he should’ve been a little less focused during those morning training sessions. Or maybe he should’ve come up with an idea like that sooner. Could he have avoided you dating Hawks altogether if he had? Would the two of you be back together by now?

He’s pulled out of his musings when the limo pulls to a stop outside the event venue and the sound of the paparazzi is loud outside the car door. “Sounds like a lot of press out there,” you note somewhat apprehensively. “You gonna let some idiots with a camera scare you off?” Bakugo scoffs. “To be fair some idiots with a Twitter account got me kidnapped,” you point out and Bakugo visibly winces. “Yea, well, this time you got me to protect you alright?” Bakugo encourages as he extends a hand out to you. “Alright,” you smile. He laces your fingers together and as the driver opens up the car door again and the two of you step out, he doesn’t let go for even a moment, instead keeping you close and shielding you from the paparazzi as much as possible. Whenever one of them shouts a question at you that Bakugo deems inappropriate or too personal, he fixes them with a glare that could kill, his crimson eyes hard and threatening. He promised to protect you and damn it he meant it. He doesn’t yell or scream or get violent, just delivers a silent promise with his eyes. It’s one the reporters instinctively know he’ll make good on.

When the two of you are finally inside the venue and safe from prying eyes Bakugo turns back to you and looks you over to make sure you’re ok. You watch him in almost wonder as he frets over you. It’s not as if any of them had gotten anywhere near you, there was no way you could have been physically injured. So why then are his eyes roaming so worriedly over you? It occurs to you then that he isn’t looking for physical injuries, but rather the physical manifestations of emotional ones. He’s checking to see if your hands are shaking or if your knees are looking weak or if tears are collecting in your eyes. When your gazes lock together you find yourself sucked into the carmine depths and are a little shocked by the softness you find there. “You’re different now,” you find yourself saying. And it’s true. He is different. Some of his edges have softened over the years. He’s still blustery and his temper is still a force to be reckoned with but there’s a lot more control now. He’s more cognizant of how his temper affects those around him. “That a good thing?” he asks, and you’re surprised to find he seems nervous of the answer. “Old Katsuki would’ve blown some of those reporters sky high,” you reply by way of explanation. “Not too late for me to.” “No, no I prefer the death stare method.” “You noticed that huh?” “Of course I did. I always notice the stuff you do for me.” “Oh.” “Yea. Now come on before we miss the festivities,” you say as you drag Bakugo to the elevators by your still intertwined hands.

The actual event is a little intimidating. Pretty much everyone in attendance has been in the hero business far longer than Bakugo has. Some of those in attendance were already top heroes back when you and Bakugo were just middle schoolers. Bakugo wonders if you’re as keenly aware of the fact the two of you are still holding hands as he is. He wonders if it’s as grounding for you as it is for him. He knows it used to be. You used to always make him hold hands with you when you were feeling nervous. He took it for granted then, always too stubborn to admit he loved it and kicking up a fuss. Sometimes he wonders if it’s not a miracle you didn’t leave him sooner. Even as Mirko and her girlfriend find the two of you and invite you back to their table, Bakugo stays caught up in the mistakes of the past. He thinks back through every misunderstanding, every fight over the course of your relationship, and he wonders if he isn’t a little naive to think he has a shot at rekindling what the two of you once had. There’s a brief pause in the conversation he’s been paying almost no attention to so he uses the opportunity to excuse himself to the bar. “You want anything?” he asks. “I’m good. Everything ok?” you ask, your eyes brimming with concern. You always had been able to read him well. “I’m fine idiot, just gonna get a drink,” he assures you before giving your hand once last squeeze and heading over to the bar. Once there, he flags down the bartender to order, and then promptly sighs, hanging his head as he leans his forearms against it. He knows he’s killing the mood. He should be focused on showing you a good time but he can’t stop reliving the past.

“Kacchan?”

Bakugo looks up at the sound of a familiar voice. “Deku? What are you doing here?” Bakugo asks curiously. “All Might didn’t feel like coming so he gave me his ticket instead. You?” he replies. “Same deal but with Hawks.” “You two must be getting along well then.” “Yea, he ain’t half bad.” “That’s surprising coming from you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means even if you think that I’d never expect you to say something nice about someone pursuing (y/n).” “He’s not pursuing her anymore,” Bakugo admits and Midoriya’s eyebrows shoot up in response. “Really now?” Midoriya asks. Bakugo nods as his drink arrives before elaborating. “He actually gave me these tickets explicitly to bring (y/n) with me. She’s over there talking to Mirko and her girlfriend,” he explains with a nod over in your direction. “If Hawks is playing wing man,” Bakugo rolls his eyes at the pun but that doesn’t deter Midoriya, “and (y/n) is here with you right now, then why are you here alone at the bar looking miserable?” “I’m not looking miserable.” “You’re definitely looking miserable. You should be ecstatic, isn’t this what you’ve been hoping for for the past 5 years?” “It’s not that simple dumbass.” “How so?” “Maybe I don’t deserve a second chance,” Bakugo admits, and there’s the root of the issue. It’s the thought that’s underlaid all others he’s had. He finally has his second chance but what if he’s just destined to hurt you all over again. You deserve better than that. Better than him.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” Midoriya asks incredulously and Bakugo blinks over at his friend in shock. He’s almost never heard Deku swear. The profanity almost sounds wrong coming from him, but Midoriya presses on anyway. “You have been calling me up on and off talking about what you’d do in this exact scenario almost our entire careers and now you’re going to blow it because, what? You were an asshole five years ago?” “Well, I-“ “Kacchan, the you of five years ago never would’ve admitted to me there was even a problem. You’re not the same person you were then, you certainly aren’t the same person you were back in UA. I’m sure she’s not the same person either. So you gonna let past you hold you back or are you gonna get your act together so you can finally stop drunk dialing me whenever you get emo?” “When the fuck did you get enough of a back bone to talk to me like that?” “That doesn’t answer my question.” “Fuck off you shitty nerd, I’ll talk to her after this stupid event,” Bakugo grouses. “Or you could talk to her now,” Midoriya offers. He loudly calls out your name to grab your attention. “What the fuck are you doing?” Bakugo hisses. “I’m doing you a favor,” Midoriya grins as he waves you over.

You excuse yourself from the table and go to where Midoriya is flagging you over. “I was wondering what was keeping Kacchan! Long time no see Midoriya,” you greet him with a grin. “Good to see you too! How’s work been going?” he asks. “A rollercoaster but good,” you laugh, “what about you? You’ve been climbing the charts like crazy haven’t you? Congrats!” “Thanks! I actually should get back to my table, the speeches are about to start, I just wanted to say hi.” “What speeches?” “A few of the heroes are gonna talk about the glory days.” “Oh joy...” Midoriya laughs at your unenthusiastic reaction before giving Bakugo a mischievous look. Bakugo’s answering glare is a warning that Midoriya happily ignores as he turns back to you and says “I have an idea. If that sounds boring you and Bakugo should check out the roof. You have to take the emergency stairs up but I hear the view is gorgeous,” Midoriya suggests. Your eyes light up as you turn to your date. “Ohh that sounds so much better. C’mon Katsuki let’s go to the roof!” you beam. “I don’t know,” Bakugo hedges, determinedly ignoring Midoriya’s judging look. “Come on please?” you beg and immediately Bakugo crumbles. “Ok, ok we’ll go to the roof,” he cedes but it’s worth it to see your smile grow even wider. “You two have fun,” Midoriya says cheekily as he waves his goodbye and turns to go back to his own table. “Bye Midoriya!” you call back before latching onto Bakugo and dragging him towards the exit. “Let’s go slow poke get moving,” you whine as you tug him. “Fine, fine relax,” he huffs as he finally starts moving at a pace you approve of towards the emergency exit.

The night air is crisp as you and Bakugo step onto the roof. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, letting the cool air fill your lungs before exhaling and feeling the tension leave your body along with your exhalation. You open your eyes, step up to the edge of the roof, and gaze out at the cityscape. It’s just as beautiful as Midoriya had promised but as you turn back to Bakugo to say as much you realize his gaze is fixed entirely on you. “Ok spill it,” you tell him. “What?” he asks, his tone slightly defensive as he shoves his hands in his pockets and hunches forward. “You’ve been off all night Katsuki. Don’t think I haven’t noticed,” you tell him. He thinks carefully over his words for a moment before saying “I never apologized to you.” “What are you talking about?” you ask. “I never apologized for how things went down between us,” he sighs, his eyes trained on the ground to the left of you. “Wha- that’s what you’ve been in your head about? Katsuki you don’t need to apologize for something that happened years ago.” “Just because it happened years ago doesn’t mean it’s unimportant.” “You’re right. But it still feels weird for you to apologize for it now.” “How so?” “Well for one I forgave you a long time ago. And two because like I said downstairs you’re different now. It almost feels like you’re apologizing for something someone else did.” “But it wasn’t someone else it was me.” “I guess that’s true. Well fine if it will make you feel better, I accept your apology.” “Don’t patronize me.” “I’m not patronizing you!” “Yes you are!” “Are not!” “Are too!” “Are not!” “Are too!” “You’re impossible oh my god,” you laugh incredulously, turning back to face the cityscape once more. “Too impossible?” he asks hesitantly, moving closer towards you. “Never too impossible,” you confess, eyes still trained on the lights in front of you.

A thought crosses your mind and you smile to yourself. There always has been one sure fire way to show Katsuki just how much you trust him. Maybe it will also show him you’ve meant every word you’ve said tonight. “Hey Kacchan?” you call, your back still turned to him as you stare out over the city. “What?” “Think fa-“ your words are cut off by a hand on your mouth, your forward momentum off the edge of the building halted by Bakugo’s arm around your waist. He hauls you back against his body, simultaneously turning you to face him. The two of you are so closely pressed together there’s nowhere else for you to look other than into his scarlet eyes. It’s been a very long time since you’ve seen That Look in Katsuki’s eyes. You’ve missed it. That look of fondness and care and love. “Not this time idiot. This time, we fall together,” he whispers into the limited space between the two of you.

Then he makes good on his promise and steps off the roof with you wrapped up safely in his arms.

Author’s Note: FINALLY GOT THROUGH IT! I’m sorry this one took so long. Life got kinda hectic and writer’s block was dragging on me too but I’m glad it’s finally here and I hope it’s worth the wait. Just like in the Hawks route there will be both a SFW and NSFW version of the next part which means it may take a little longer to write especially since I need to write the next part of physical fatality now BUT WE’LL GET THERE I PROMISE

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[bunny-xoxo]

Bunny’s 200 follower event

request: Congrats on 200. If it's not to much trouble may i have a (male) aot matchup please. Im a Capricorn, my mbti type is infj-a/infj-a. I tend to be shy around new people but I can be somewhat loud around people who Im close to. My pronouns are she/her.I have medium length brown hair, green eyes, wear round glasses and have pale skin. I have a lot of freckles. I like to read books and also cook and bake food. Im not very athletic and im not a big fan if sports but I love to go roller/ice skating. I also have been playing the violin for 6 years. And I like to garden. I also like to watch nature/animal documentaries. I love animals and in planning on becoming a wildlife veterinarian. Some things I dislike are people who bend/ruin my books and people who talk over me when I try to speak. Something I look for in a partner is someone who can be quite but can also be energetic at times. I hope this is ok, sorry if I spelt anything wrong. I hope im not bothering you :)

a/n: omg this isn’t trouble at all and you didn’t bother me one bit! I hope you’re happy with your matchups and I’d love to hear your thoughts :) please enjoy!!

Reading your request, you have been matched with...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Zeke Jaeger

Ok you definitely caught his eye cause I think he’d love how shy you are

Like he just wants to get to know you and get you to talk to him more, he’s so interested with you

And then when he does and you’re so loud and talkative he’s just 🤠 yes talk my ear off please I’m listening 🥰

Ok but why do I feel like he’s good at ice skating???

Like ok he’d be lowkey hoping you’re not that great at it when you guys first go together so he can be all behind you and grabbing onto your hand and teaching you how to move your legs right, yeah he thinks he’s slick

But then you’re doing perfectly and he’s just 👁👄👁💧

But he likes it better cause now he can hold your hand and go at the same pace and it’s so cliche he loves it

Please cook for him please

I fully believe he can cook fine but he MUCH prefers just being in the kitchen with you and helping you a little bit while he’s listening to you talk about your current fav book and then taste testing everything, makes him go 🙂☺️🥰

He’s likes to sit in the room and read while you play/practice on your violin

Sometimes he likes to just watch you and you don’t realize until you ask him about what he’s reading and he’s still on the same page from the last time you asked him

Ok listen, this mf definitely watches documentaries in his spare time cmon now

His fav is when you put one on before bed and you fall asleep on him

He won’t pause it though he WILL finish it and then take you to bed, sorry 😶

He’s definitely dropped a book of yours once and had a mini panic attack you were gonna murder him and then while he tried to put it away all flustered like, 3 others fell out of the bookshelf and he just ~knew some of the pages were gonna be bent and he was standing there like 😨😰

And then you walked in and he just 📚🧍🏼‍♂️

He stared at you for so long and then you came over and put them away and he just went

“I’ll go pack my bags” DRAMATIC ASS PLS

You had to reassure him you weren’t going to hold a grudge abjskskwks

You guys share book recs with each other

Ew 🤢 y’all are cute 🤢

Your vibe reminds me of...

Another suitable match for you would be...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Armin Arlert

Ok would absolutely adore your transition from shyness to loudness

Not only cause he’d be so good with both, but seeing you become more comfortable with him and be more yourself would just, warm his heart?

Totally the type to be looking at you with total heart eyes while you’re excitedly ranting about something and he’s just laughing along and nodding his head and he’d just have this stupid dopey smile on his face and if you asked him what was up he’d just

“☺️ nothin’”

Stupid fools in love that’s what

Will always kiss your freckles any chance he gets idc idc you can’t get out of this one

If you’re even the slightest bit insecure about them he’ll be genuinely appalled LMAO

Like he just couldn’t believe it, it’d make him a little sad but then he’d just give even MORE attention to them if thats even possible

Omg would LOVE to garden with you

Like he’d get you guys little sun hats? And matching gardening gloves???

Y’all’s garden would ACTUALLY be exquisite frfr

If you cut yourself or prick your finger or get a splinter or ANYTHING armin is taking care of you LMAO

He’s getting you a bandaid and kissing it better like you’re four and he is teasing you about it as if he didn’t want to do this 🙄

Ok but sweaty armin with his shirt sticking to his back coming over to help you pull a particularly tough weed out of the ground and his arms are flexing as he’s pulling up and he’s grunting and once he gets it out he tosses it to the side and sighs and shoots you a smile and a sweet little kiss on the cheek ???

Yes ma’am I think so ‼️

Another documentary watcher for sure

Except he WOULD pause it if you fell asleep

He has a separate list on Netflix of just cool animal related things to watch whenever you’re bored or wanna relax or anything

Baby can’t roller skate or ice skate I’m sorry but he’d LOVE if you taught him

You’re skating backwards and holding his hands and sloooowly pulling him forward and he’s cheering so hard like 😁😁 look I’m doing it!! 😁😁

He’s adorable you make him so happy pls

Your vibe reminds me of...

hehehehehehe I hope you like it! Please tell me your thoughts cutie I love to hear em!

Requests will be open until February 26th 8:00 pm PST

-🐇out

[ghostie-luther]

Umbrella academy headcanons #1 - sexuality

Takes place in my "I won't hesitate bitch" texting universe on ao3, which you can read, here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24146260

In my universe the hargreeves siblings are 13 years old! !

Luther

-luther is pansexual, like Klaus!

-so ik in the series and stuff he loses his v card to rave girl (which was technically r*pe btw....he was drunk out of his mind) but come onnnn Luther with a boyfriend? CUTE

-he probably knew from an early age tbh, told reggie and Reggie was like "haha think again bitch" and basically told him he couldn't afford to be gay as number 1

-which is, by the way, bullshit

-and although Luther is very comfortable in his gender as a cis male, he gotta admit, he loves a good skirt

-like the pink pleated aesthetic ones?? The pastel ones?? Ohmyfuckinggod he drooled

-so Grace made him one!!

-like cmon let the boy wear what he wants. He looks adorable in it >:(

-he and Klaus are very similar in the way that they both like feminine clothing and have both been caught wearing makeup and painted nails

-yes Luther thirsts over luke Evans get with the times

Diego

-Diego is straight!

-he attracts alot of female attention while out on missions and interviews and he LOVES it

-hes very confident when he comes to the ladies, despite never having a girlfriend

-although he knows how to paint nails like a BOSS for his siblings. He doesn't even care. He OWNS it

-like he will sit and listen to tea while doing their nails for hours and hours

-lmao he tried to do that "sexy growl" thing men do during an interview and spat everywhere

-girls took the absolute piss out of him for MONTHS

-recently he's had his eye on this girl named Eudora who walks past the mansion on her way to school.....but it'll never happen

-right?

Allison

-Allison is also straight!

-her and Diego and five are the only "straight" ones tbh

-Vanya says it's a shame because lots of girls would have FLOCKED to Allison give them the chance

-one of her favourite things to do is let Klaus do her makeup after Reggie has gone to bed

- like Diego, she a sucker for gossip

-sometimes her and Diego pick fun at the others but it's all harmless teasing that they're all perfectly fine with

-Luther: imagine drawing your eyebrows on everyday

Allison: imagine hiding in the bathroom for an hour because you were wearing a skirt and dad was looking for you

Luther:

Allison: couldn't be me

-she's such a diva! She likes to strut around in feather boas with Klaus and talk about boys and read magazines

-its her favourite time of day

Klaus

-Klaus is pansexual like Luther!

-Klaus, while also is very confident in his gender, STEALS ALLISONS AND GRACES CLOTHES-

-honestly you'd go into his room and he'd be sat there in an prom dress and a boa

-nobody even HAD a prom dress

-he Ben and Luther like to have sleepovers alot to catch up and thirst over men (and women) they like

-Klaus loves to wear makeup!

- not as subtle as Luther though. Where Luther would have maybe some blush, red or pink eyeshadow and lilgloss Klaus would POP OFF

-vibrant eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick, eyebrows drawn on highlighter ETC

-i mean...hes not amazing at it but he finds it SO FUN

- he keeps getting Luther to try the eyeliner but he won't, and Klaus gets really mad because IT WOULD SUIT HIM SO WELL

-both he and luther have to do the makeup when there's NO chance at getting caught tho because reggie would go off the RAILS

five

-straight as a lamppost

-but he's in the community because he is asexual!

-nothing to do with adult stuff appeals to him AT ALL

-at least before he dissapeared oop

-now nobody knows

-HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON SELENA GOMEZ

-"compared to me she's as smart as a newborn baby but GODAMN she cute-"

Ben

-TIS A GAY CHILD

- this babey is fully, 100% gay

-but you wouldn't really be able to tell because he keeps it pretty quiet and doesn't really show anything off??

-OH OF COURSE you get the sass and the gay jokes but he doesn't really join in with the whole "omg look at this man" type thing

-maybe he's just shy

-hes shy but will paint his nails black any day of the week

-i think he would rather cry in the library than admit he liked someone tbh

-hes so awkward it's adorable

-sometimes the rest forget he's gay because he acts...well...straight or doesn't mention it for AGES and then he'll come out with "-oh PLEASE when me and my husband get married-" or something and everyone fucking JOLTS

Vanya

-AGAIN, STRAIGHT AS A WOBBLY CIRCLE

- this child is so gay omg she can't contain it

-every joke she makes about herself points to herself being gay (which i mean...same)

- she has posters of famous female singers in her room because:

- "dad these women inspire me to play the violin and are the reason I strive to be better."

-like no sis tf???

- you just like to stare at them

- she deadass outlined Angelina jolies face in a lipstick heart like this was an early 2000s movie

- she gets really frustrated sometimes because Allison likes boys and vanyas all "I like...hnnng girls...women...BOOBS...girls, women are nice ygm?" And Allison's like "..no?💀"

-has exactly 12 flannel shirts in her wardrobe

- sis you WEAR UNIFORM EVERYDAY-

[baroquebucky]

ummm peter/soft!reader pls? reader is in color guard and maybe gets hurt during her solo in halftime, and peter runs out to see if she’s okay or smth? maybe she’s doing a toss and it goes wrong?

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE AHHH pls send in some peter requests !! (esp marching band peter or color guard reader and etc hehehe) hope you enjoy !!!! <3

You glanced around the student section of the bleachers, looking for peter from where you were with the marching band. It was still early, he must have been picking up Ned or something. You talked with a few of your guard friends and watched the football team warm up as the band practiced a few scales to warm up.

When peter was in marching band you would look up at him in the sea of instruments and mock his playing position, blowing in and out as the director instructed. Other times half the guard would try and copy the movements of the drum majors and attempt to conduct the band but almost always failed miserably.

You glanced over at the student section once more and locked eyes with a flustered peter parker. He sat as close as he could to the band, but couldn’t get too close since the drill team had a section that separated the band from the students. Before peter liked it, they could go nuts in the stands without having to worry about the students making fun of the ‘band nerds.’ Now peter hated it, he wanted to be next to you as the drum line played cadences and play along with the stand tunes.

You smiled at him and waved at him, he smiled back and waved back equally as excited, everyone around you awed at the sight of the two of you communicating and you only nudged them. You both made eye contact and talked silently throughout the first quarter.

By the second quarter the guard instructed told everyone to head to where the equipment was and you felt yourself get nervous. Your director, who everyone called by his first name came over to you to help you go over your rifle solo.

Usually peter would miss games to patrol and would literally swing by to watch the halftime show, mainly to watch you. And you knew he would, sometimes you could spot him on top of the announcer box and you would smile up at him, but you weren’t sure if he ever saw it.

Today though, you guys were running the whole show, and you had a brand new solo in the ballad. You practiced with your director, reciting the counts and throwing a six with your rifle, under it you would do a sit roll and be up in time to catch it and long with a couple more elements. You were somewhat consistent but you wanted to really impress peter, especially since he was skipping his usual patrolling to be here tonight.

Peter watched as you practiced, the way your uniform would flow with your movements. He smiled as you continued to practice your solo. He looked at the scoreboard and saw how badly you guys were losing, slightly cringing at how bad the football team was.

Ned turned to him and smiled, “ate you excited for the show? I heard y/n has a really hard solo” he spoke and peter nodded. “Yeah that’s the whole reason I actually came tonight, I’m sure she’s gonna nail it” he smiled, suddenly he felt his hair stand and he looked around, there was no threats around. He shook it off and stole some of Neds pretzel, causing Ned to smack the back of his head.

As halftime began the away team preformed their show, it was good, but you were too nervous about your own preformance to appreciate it. As the announcer introduced your band you all scrambled to set your equipment, running to set one.

“good luck guard!” The trumpets around you told you and your team mates. You smiled and replied quickly “good luck trumpets.” As the show began everything went smoothly, you had even forgotten why you were so nervous, you loved preforming and spinning.

As your solo approached the wind picked up and you saw Peter cheering for you in the stands. You picked up your rifle as the band moved around you. You were nervous since it was windy but as you approached the toss, the wind died down and you went for it, doing the sit roll and barely catching the toss as it bent your pinky back. You smiled tightly at the audience before running to switch to some swing flags for the closer. You felt your finger swelling and you just wanted this to be over with.

The show finally ended and you all gathered everything and went back to where the equipment bags were. You called over your director, tears in your eyes as you held your finger.

“The wind picked up and oh my god this hurts so much” you spoke frantically as he told one of your friends to go get ice for your finger, it was already turning purple. “You’re gonna be fine don’t worry i don’t think it’s broken, fractured at worst” he shot you a small smile and you blinked away tears.

“What happened is she okay?” You heard Peters voice approaching, running towards you and holding your hand. Your director explained what happened and peter examined your finger.

Peter knew as soon as you tossed your rifle you were going to get hurt, he wanted to seb your rifle away from you so you wouldn’t get hurt but he knew he couldn’t. Your friend returned with the ice and peter quickly took it and put it gently to your finger.

“You can stay here with her or you guys can go back to the stands but she can’t leave without her family picking her up, sorry parker” your director sighed and he nodded. You looked at peter and smiled softly, taking in how beautiful he looked under stadium lights, the way his curls fell almost perfectly. He looked down at you and smiled.

“You have a maybe fractured finger and you’re still smiling” he laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“How can I not smile when the most perfect hero is here nursing me to health” you teased and he blushed, helping you up from where you were sitting criss cross. “Do you wanna go back to the stands?” You asked him, dusting yourself with your other hand, peter kept a firm hold on the hand with your injured pinky.

“I kinda wanna leave and cuddle but we can’t do that can we” he pouted and you smiled softly at the boy, giving him a small kiss on his cheek.

“Let’s just go to the stands and have fun yeah?” You smiled at your boyfriend and he hesistated, not wanting you to get hurt. You sighed and pulled him in for a hug.

“Pete im fine, it’s probably fine and will go down in a couple of days” you spoke, your arms wrapping around his neck. You smiled at him and kissed him softly on the lips.

He smiled at you and rolled his eyes. “Fine, but if it hurts tell me” you smiled at him and walked back to the bleachers together. You gave him a small hug as he sat back down next to ned and you quickly went with your guard friends, getting your bags to go change in the restroom.

As the third quarter ended you felt the slight throbbing of your pinky die down and you looked over at peter, giving him a thumbs up and a smile. He quickly mumbled something under his breath (most likely ‘thank god’) and smiled back at you.

When the game ended you all headed back towards the busses to get back to school, Peter waved goodbye and blew you a kiss. You caught it and sent one back, causing ned to gag and your guard friends to squeal.

After putting everything up, you exited the school and saw peter standing outside with a bouquet of flowers. You blushed and rushed towards him, both your backpacks weighing you down slightly.

“well what a nice surprise” you smiled as the two of you walked away from the school.

“i couldn’t just let you leave, not when you’re hurt” he smiled and you rolled your eyes, adjusting your backpack.

“give me them” peter spoke, reaching for your backpack full of papers and binders, picking it up from your shoulders as if it was nothing, which to him it wasn’t.

You sighed in relief and rolled your shoulders. “So are we walking to my house or what’s gonna happen, because you can’t drive” you smiled and he smirked at you, putting on his webshooters. You smiled excitedly and wrapped your arms around him, you kissed the top of your head and before you knew it, you were swinging across town and landed infront of your house.

As you both entered he immediately grabbed an ice pack from your fridge and held it to your pinky, telling you sternly to keep it there while he put some water and salt in a bowl for you to put your finger in there.

You felt your heart flutter at how sweet he was being towards you, how cautious he was. As he approached with the bowl you quickly kissed him, on his neck, then his jaw, then his nose and forehead and cheeks and then his lips.

“god parker i love you” you spoke between kisses, “i love you so fucking much, i don’t know how i got so lucky” you spoke, your foreheads resting against each other for a second before you both pulled away so he could hand you the bowl of salt water.

“I’m the lucky one, you’re the one with a solo” he winked at you while slowly putting you hand in the warm water.

“This should help with the swelling” he spoke, getting up. You looked at him with puppy eyes.

“You’re leaving already?” You spoke, not wanting him to leave yet. He only laughed at your remark and shook his head.

“baby you really think I’m gonna leave when you’re hurt? of course not, I’m gonna go get the water ready so you can shower because you smell horrible” he teased, scrunching his nose up and you opened your mouth in shock.

“Peter Benjamin Parker my pinky may hurt but I’ll still beat your ass” you scolded him, getting up with the bowl in hand, looking as he put the ice pack in the fridge and carried your bags to your room.

“I’m gonna hold you to that angel, now cmon go get clean” he smiled and you giggled, thankful that even when you didn’t catch correctly or even if you dropped, you still had your number one fan.

[sunflowergirl522]

Eat The Damn Cheese Stick

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Mix of the soulmate AUs where you have the first thing your soulmate says to you on your arm and the one where your greatest fear is what your soulmate had a near death experience with.

Word Count: 1759

Warnings: language

Masterlist

Poe hated third wheeling with Finn and Rey. He hated doing it and having an awkward blind date, set up by Finn, even more. Sure Finn just wanted him to be happy but Poe, and he had told Finn time and time again, was perfectly happy dating (and sleeping) around by himself. And ya he wanted to find his soulmate and whatnot. He wanted to be happy with someone the way Finn was happy with Rey but, he wanted to find them on his terms not on a blind date set up by his best friend. He got really good at sniffing out a set up and giving any excuse to not hang out. But this time was different, Finn had managed to sneak it past him.

He didn’t even realise it until Rey came out of nowhere and joined them in the diner. Finn had invited him out to see some new horror movie and they decided to eat beforehand. It was only going to be the two of them so he didn’t think anything of it since Rey was always there so the date wasn’t ever too awkward, even though it almost always was. But when Rey showed up and sat down next to Finn at the table the veil lifted and Poe could see what this really was.

“No, no way Finn I’m leaving.”

“Poe, cmon just, please. I didn’t even pick this girl, Rey did.This was all her idea.” At this Poe shoots a glare at the girl next to his friend.

“You’ve betrayed me.” He can’t help but to joke with her. Rey always had told Poe how she didn’t agree with what Finn was doing and how she’d try to get him to stop.

“Look I know this goes against my beliefs with this but, I think you’ll really like her at least enough to be her friend. Good lord she needs friends.” Rey mumbles the last part more to herself than anything else. “After this I promise Finn’s done with blind dates and you’re on your own with finding love.”

“This is the last one?” Rey nods and Poe looks over to Finn for reassurance.

“This is the last one.”

“Fine, I’ll stay. Where is she?”

“She should be on her way. Did you guys order anything?”

“Just appetizers, tell me about her.” He hated going into these things without any info about the girl. That’s a main reason as to why he hated blind dates so much, it could be a kind of girl that he hates almost immediately and he’d have to spend the whole date with her.

“All I’ll tell you is that she can be a bit much sometimes to handle. So with that being said here she comes.” A bit much to handle? What did that mean, what was Rey getting him into?

The appetizers arrive as Rey stands to catch the excited girl in her arms and the server blocks Poe’s view. He can hear the silvery voice greet the two of his friends. The server moves and Poe can finally see the short curvy girl that stands next to his taller, thinner friend. His gaze lands on her fishnet clad thighs a second longer than they should have and he has to look away before his mind starts to wonder.

“Y/n, this is Poe. Poe, Y/n.” The minute you hear that you stop smiling and look at the man in front of Finn. Meeting new people wasn't your cup of tea and Rey knew that. Why would she invite someone and not tell you? The man is attractive you’d give him that, you were a sucker for black curls. He definitely would’ve been a go to man if you were at a bar and looking for a hookup. “I think the two of you could really hit it off.” Oh so this was her trying to set you up on a date. Rey takes her seat next to Finn again and you go to sit down next to Poe, just now seeing the food on the table.

“Oh, mozzarella sticks!” Finn smiles at you and pushes them towards you while pulling the pretzels towards himself and Rey.

“Woah buddy, I thought I was getting the pretzels. You know I can’t eat these.”

Upon seeing the confusion on your face Rey speaks in a hushed tone to you. “Poe’s afraid of cheese sticks, that’s the fear his soulmate gave him though.”

“Don’t you go telling people my business. What are you doing?” You reach towards him holding one of the sticks in your hand for Poe to take.

“Don’t be a pussy, eat the damn cheese stick.” Poe knows those words, it’s like he’s heard them before. The tingle he feels on his arm reminds him of the words that are etched on his skin. Once the realization hits him, his eyes light up and he can’t stop beaming at you. “What, why are you looking at me like that?”

Poe wants this first line to you to be something witty, something that sounds cool. But when he looks into your Y/E/C eyes he swears he can see galaxies and his mind stops working. And because of that he says, “Helicopter crash!” Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion and Poe wants to slap himself. “I almost died in a helicopter crash.” Your arm tingles a bit and you roll up the sleeve of your leather jacket in order to scratch at it as if it was an itch. Upon looking at your arm you see the words there that you had momentarily forgotten about, Helicopter crash. Well there’s that fear of flying you had to overcome.

“You have to be fucking kidding me, there’s no way.”

“What’s going on?” Finn and Rey were sharing looks of confusion with each other since Poe’s odd reaction to being called a pussy, normally he would try to fight anyone who dared to call him one.

Rey gasps as Poe takes off his iconic tan leather jacket to reveal the words on his arm for you to see, Don’t be a pussy, eat the damn cheese stick. “They’re soulmates, you guys are soulmates. I knew you two would get along!”

“How did you almost die from a cheese stick?” Poe leans on his arm towards you and you swallow before answering.

“I was young and you know how kids are they don’t always chew completely. Well, I was just eating one and I must not have chewed through the cheese completely because when I swallowed, all of the cheese just goes to the back of my throat while still being connected to the breading. So I was sitting there choking and tada I almost died. When’s the movie?” The question is directed towards Rey as you try to get the spotlight off of you and the situation you’re in.

“It starts in about thirty minutes. Y/n, are you okay?” Rey can see the panic beginning to rise in your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I, uh, I’m just gonna go get my ticket and grab us seats. I’ll see you guys in there.” With that you stand up and walk away quickly.

Poe can’t help but to feel rejected, you didn’t seem very excited to have found him. In fact, you seemed upset and he couldn’t figure out why. He sits there in stunned silence for a while before turning to his friends. “Guys I think I might just go home. I’m not really feeling a movie any more.”

“Poe, don’t let her reaction affect you. I know her and I know that if you just give her a bit she'll be jumping with joy.”

“Ya c’mon buddy it’s not like you to skip out on things because of some girl.”

“I appreciate you trying to help, but this isn’t just any girl.” And with that Poe grabs his jacket and walks away with his head down. On his way to his car that he parked at the theater, someone bumps into him.

“Shit, sorry I wasn’t looking at where I was going.” Poe looks down at you and his eyes widen, shocked to see you heading back to the diner. “Oh, Poe! I was just uh, coming to apologize to you.” You put your head down not able to look him in the eyes for that confession.

“Why?”

“I’m not exactly good at being put on the spot with things or with dealing with things, like soulmates for example, being thrown at me from nowhere. So if I came across as cold or unexcited about meeting you and everything I’m sorry. And before you say anything,” You step closer to him and poke your finger into his chest. Poe can’t help but find the sight adorable as you try to be intimidating. “I’ll have you know that that’s a big deal cause I don’t apologize for things I have no reason to be sorry for.”

“Well in that case I suppose I can forgive you.” He smirks at you and you can’t stop the smile from making its way onto your face.

“Alright let’s go watch the movie.”

Rey and Finn watch as you pull him with you into the theater from the entrance to the diner. “I told you they’d be perfect for each other from the start. You should’ve just listened to me now let’s go home.”

“But I wanted to watch the movie.”

“You can let your best friend enjoy a date without you for once or you can go see the movie and be the third wheel.”

***

“What a bullshit ending! They made it a point in the first one that the doll wasn’t possessed. And the head inside was ridiculous and completely unnecessary. Why do sequels suck so much ass nowadays?” Poe has never seen someone leave a theater so fast or so angry before.

“It's just a movie Y/n. I didn’t know there was a first one until you said something about it.”

“You’ve never seen the first one?” You stop in your tracks and turn slowly towards the man behind you. He only shakes his head and that’s all you need to make a last minute decision. “Okay, then you can take me home and you’re gonna watch it.”

“Wait, what?” You’re already pulling him into the parking lot for him to take you to his car. “Didn’t you drive here?”

“Nah I bussed, gotta keep the air clean y'know? Now which one is you?”

[subsonicspeeds]

(Crazy For You) Not That Crazy

siege on the mind lately. i entirely planned on this being a segue into me trying out nsfw fics but uh. it ended up going domestic. i’ve got another chapter to redeem myself

pairing: smoke/mute

length: 1.6k~ words

you can also read it on AO3

Smoke never realized how hard it was to be away from the people he really cared about. Mute reluctantly agrees.

Things got lonely real easy for Smoke. He was so used to being up everyone's ass, especially the people he cared about. It was his way of showing his appreciation, despite all the protests. But he had no plans on changing how he was. If people didn't like that about him, that damn well sucked for them because he wasn't going to do anything about it.

But either way, it was painfully obvious he was getting stir crazy from this operation. They'd been gone for about a month now, just waiting out at a high target area. Apparently the White Masks made a ton of threats on the area, and of course they couldn't have that, eh? Yet so far it was just bluff after bluff, but Six wanted to guarantee the civilians and general area was safe from any threat. So it was him, Valkyrie, Clash, Kapkan, and Wamai. Not people he necessarily… meshed well with. They were professionals, sure, they could work together just fine. Socially, however? God they were leagues different from him.

The only person Smoke could find some comfort in was Wamai, and he in return would humor him. Sorta reminded him of his boyfriend, the absolute love of his life, Mute. Minus the whole… snarky and sexy part of him. Maybe they weren't too alike, but he nonetheless had a calming presence. And those two were friends, perhaps that's what got him thinking like that to begin with.

Whatever the case was, Smoke was currently sitting with his back against a corner, legs sprawled out with his shotgun just an arms reach away. Valkyrie had already yelled at him numerous times for being too relaxed, but bloody hell no one was going to come at this point and he knew it. Only near the beginning of their deployment were any shots fired. Local enforcements were worried about how the place would manage without Rainbow watching over them, so they were taking their sweet time getting soldiers trained and equipped to deal with this type of situation. Milking the five of them for all they had, essentially.

They weren't meant to leave, but with how long they'd been deployed, they would take turns going on walks every so often. Smoke, though? He was sneaking out every chance he could get. For either a cigarette break or just to get out of that dingy ass building, he was just glad to feel the fresh air on his skin again.

And honestly? Sometimes Smoke just wanted to abandon them, just for a few days. Maybe pretend something happened and create an elaborate ruse. Though that'd just get them stuck there for longer, probably. But christ, it would make something interesting happen. He just needed something to spice things up without completely saying “fuck this” to the mission.

Sighing in frustration, Smoke reached for his phone. He took off one of his gloves for easier usage, in case he needed to send a few texts out. It was possible to press the screen in his gloves, but actually typing words? Not a thing he could do. His notifications were mainly spam, scrolling through for the first time in hours. He had to give himself credit, not checking it constantly despite how fucking bored he was. Once he neared the bottom of the list, he noticed something important. The notification read:

💓💕 The Babe 💘💞

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Mute… never sent pictures to him. Even during this operation, it was mainly phone calls, texts, and the occasional video chat if Smoke could pull it out of him. His heart began to race at the thought of just maybe getting a new picture of his partner, after having to just stare at old pictures in his gallery or relying on his imagination. Rushing to open the message, he was greeted by something even better. He couldn't help but audibly gasp and smiled widely underneath his mask. It was a selfie of Mute and Charlie, Smoke’s daughter. He could feel his heart bursting at the seams as he overanalyzed the picture, taking in every little detail about the two most important people in his life.

From the way that his daughter was absolutely beaming at the camera, her hair completely drenched. To Mute’s unmistakable resting bitch face, but Smoke could tell by the slight curl to his lips and the way his eyebrows were much less furrowed, that he was having a good time. His hair was soaked too… What did the two get up to?

Before he could even text the question, Mute replied with a simple:

‘Got caught in the rain. And she misses you a lot.’

This was too much for Smoke’s heart to handle, and he felt like he was going to burst. Mute was left in charge of Charlie for the time being, and since the two got along surprisingly well it worked out perfectly. There was some protesting from his daughter, saying that she was sixteen now and could handle herself, but Smoke frankly didn't care. He trusted Mute to make sure she didn't set the house on fire.

Once his hands stopped shaking (When did they start? He hadn't even noticed.) he texted his partner back.

‘god you can't even comprehend how much i love and miss you two’

Watching the “...” appear and hover on the screen was too much for him. They could have a real time conversation, and Smoke didn't plan on dropping the phone for anything. If those Masks came, they'd have to wait for him to send a text to the love of his life, because he should at least know he was about to get shot at.

‘Charlie said that's gross and cheesy, but she loves you too.’

Pursing his lips, Smoke knew Mute was avoiding sharing how he felt out of habit. It would just take some coaxing, he'd done this hundreds of times before, and Mute would feel comfortable enough to share. It was just one of his quirks, and he didn't mind it too much.

‘She wanted to call, but we needed to go to the store and as you can tell, nature said fuck us. She's hopping in the shower and finishing up her schoolwork.’

Alright, maybe there wouldn't have to be a lot of coaxing, given that he's already double texting. Smoke knew Mute inside and out, each one of his tells and habits.

‘remind her i always got my phone on me. service might be wonky but she can call/text me any time she wants’

‘I'm sure she knows, she just wants to seem more like an adult and be tough. Teenagers and all that.’

‘reminds me of a certain bloke i know’

‘...Thanks James.’

‘only muckin about. just hurts to not see my dear marky not head over heels and ready to confess his undying love for me, even over text’

‘Oh shut up.’

There was a bit of silence, and Smoke knew to let it hang there for a bit, as much as he wanted to reply again.

‘I love you, dumbass. Happy now?’

Oh yes was Smoke happy, he was smiling like an absolute oaf underneath his gas mask. He was glad he had it on for now, even if it did make the screen a little hazy. At least he didn't have to hold back his facial expressions.

‘that is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, god just put a ring on me now babe’

'You're making me want to make sure you never go to a jeweler.’

‘cmon you know you miss my sweet ass’

A pause for a minute or so, before a short reply of:

‘A little bit.’

Smoke just snickered to himself, knowing Mute had to debate on whether to really admit it or not.

‘well i know i miss you a whole fucking lot. every little thing about you. you know how much it sucks sleeping on cots again? ALONE too? miss having my face pressed into a giant, personal space heater named mark chandar.’

Hopefully that'll make him give a bit. He was always cold through text, since he could catch any slip ups before sending. Mute didn't like having evidence of him going along with Smoke’s antics. He was very much a behind closed doors person.

‘And I miss the chemist that would kick me in the middle of the night if I didn't twist our legs together.’

Another low chuckle from himself, closing his eyes and just remembering what it felt like to be by Mute’s side again. It was tugging at him, the desire to go back home. To his family.

‘I think I miss him more than I'd like to admit.’

Smoke’s eyes stung a bit as he let his thoughts travel around, revolving around just how homesick he was. Genuinely he felt like he was going to cry, it was a strong and sudden urge. Who knew Mute’s blunt words still held weight through text, instead of coming off as bland and disinterested.

'mark i really want to go home.’

There was absolutely no hesitation in the next text from Mute.

‘I know. I want you back here, too.’

That set Smoke off, tears falling down his face, his puffy red eyes thankfully hidden. The only thing that kept him from responding to Mute with a disgustingly heartfelt message, was Valkyrie trying to get everyone's attention.

“Great news, everyone! Six left us a message and said we are set to head home tomorrow morning!” The four of them cheered, with Clash yelling a grand “Fuck yeah!” Smoke kept quiet, too busy being overcome by what all this meant. The timing was all too perfect, with him finally complaining about how he just wanted to go. And now he really did get to go.

He wasn't going to tell Mute that, though.

[ravenoftheskyes]

Dear Evan Hansen, We’ve been way too out of touch. (Yes, this is a persona fanfic)

(AN: @yusuke-of-valla’s blog, PQ2 but they’re doing DEH.)

“Cmon, Mona! Swallow your pride for me, just nod yes! Act like a mascot for once! For Ann?” Ren says, laughing.

“And prepare, cause something’s in the air!~” quite a few voices speak up.

“I’ve found my people!” Ren screams out, seeking out the voices.

The rest of the sidequest involved Ren, Makoto, Haru, Yusuke, Ann, Goro, Futaba, Yosuke, Rise, Minato, and Minako singing a bunch of musical songs.

Everyone threw Minato and Minako a heathers preformance because Heathers wasn’t out yet in their time.

And then...

“A preformance!” Ren says, flourishing a script.

“A what?” Minako said to him.

“We’re going to preform Dear Evan Hansen!” Futaba says, with an excited look on her face.

“What’s that?” Rise asks, confusedly.

“A musical! It’s kinda dark, but it’s got some killer songs and some hilarious moments!” Ann says, quickly.

“Okay, so who do you want us to be?” Minato asks, immediately bringing everyone on board.

“Okay, I was thinking that Yosuke could be Jared, Haru could be Alana, Yusuke could be Connor, Makoto could be Heidi, and Minato could be Zoe. But there’s are three roles that I have no idea who could be them.” Ren explains.

“Well, what are the characters?”

“Evan, our protag is depressed, oblivious, and ridiculously in love with Zoe. Larry and Cynthia are Connor and Zoe’s parents. They need to be able to argue at a moment’s notice.”

Minato and Minako share a look.

“We might know some people who could fill those roles.” Minako says, a smirk playing at her lips.

And they leave the room.

Twenty minutes later, they drag in Akihiko, Mitsuru, and Yu.

“If I’m Zoe, then my husband should be Evan, shouldn’t he?”

“And you haven’t seen these two really get into an argument.”

Ren smiles.

“Looks like we have our cast!”

And rehearsals begin immediately, with scripts and listens of the songs.

Finally, Makoto and Mitsuru start off “Anybody have a map?”

“Connor finished the-” Minato starts, swinging the milk carton behind him and accidentally hitting Akihiko, who was standing behind him.

“Shit, you alright?” Minato says, basically carrying Akihiko at this point.

“Yeah, fine.” He says, clearly with a broken nose.

Mitsuru sighs and pulls out her evoker.

“Diarahan” she says, with a tight-lipped frown.

And that was only the start.

“Life without you has been rough” Yu starts

“Kin-HAHAHAHAHA” Yosuke tries to say.

He ended up laughing for a full minute.

Ren, Minako, and Hikari hold back snickers.

Requiem comes along.

“Why should I play the grieving gir-”

Minato tries to sing, and ends up yawning.

“Wow, you can’t even stop yawning during a preformance?” Yu quips.

And Minato, deadpan as always, says this.

“I want a divorce.”

Minako and Ren try so, so hard to not die of laughter.

And when they finally get to the end of act 1...

“Even when the dark comes crashing through, you will be found. When you need someone to carry you, you will be found! You will be found!”

Minato and Yu lean in for the kiss.

“Haha!” Futaba yells out, just as their lips are about to meet.

“Futaba! You killed the moment!” Ren yells back to her.

“S-Sorry! It’s just that Hikari told me something hilarious!”

Minako whispers something under her breath.

“Take two!” Hikari says.

“Say darling, hey maybe, fancy a movie night with us?” The wildcards say in sync.

“You guys really need to stop that.”

“No!”

There was somewhat smooth sailing until Good for You.

“And you say what you need to say, and you play who you need to play, and If somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind!”

Yu breaks down in tears.

“Cut the music!” Someone screams out.

“Yu, it’s all an act. Please calm down.” Makoto says, with her head in her hands

“Yeah, partner.” Yosuke says, touching Yu’s arm.

“I’m sorry! I’m not a theater kid! I don’t know how to do this!” Yu cry-yells

“Yu, seriously? This is why you join the drama club.” Minato chimes in.

“Oh, and I suppose you’re a part of yours?!”

“...We don’t have a drama club.”

“Technically, we do.” Mitsuru chimes in.

“We have one?!” Minako yells out.

“Well, on paper at least, SEES is the drama club.”

“We’re the WHAT NOW?!”

“...It’s not important, anyhow. The true purpose is to fight shadows, is it not?”

“Is that why Ms. Toriumi sometimes asks me to do dramatic readings in class?” Minato asked, with a degree of uncertainty.

“Most likely, yes.”

“Revelations aside, let’s try again. We need to get this perfectly!” Hikari says, cutting off the conversation.

So they stumble through the rest of the songs, and start with the dialogue.

“You went lurching from one miracle cure to the next.” Akihiko yells.

“Miracle cure? Is that really what you call it?!” Mitsuru says, with all the emotion of a grieving mother.

And then sparks and ice start surrounding them.

“Oh, no-” Minato says out, just as Mitsuru accidentally freezes Akihiko.

“Akihiko!” Mitsuru says as she snaps out of her stupor and catches her frozen best friend.

Shinjiro runs in. “WHAT’S GOING ON MY IDIOT-FRIEND-SENSES ARE TINGLING!”

After they thaw out Akihiko and try again, a similar thing happens. Akihiko shocks her.

Shinjiro has to start sitting in because otherwise his friends are going to kill each other.

Finally, dress rehearsals. Akihiko borrows Yu’s glasses, Yosuke wears his, and everyone dresses a bit more casually. Yusuke’s hair gets poofed up by Ren and Ann.

“Why am I lowkey weak for Inari?! I shouldn’t be lowkey weak for Inari!” Futaba yells out.

Everyone else, is of course, also lowkey weak.

Songs start again.

“Oh, damn!” Minato says as he watches the milk carton fly into the ceiling. “I’ll get it!”

“I’m gonna say the M word!” Futaba yells out, suddenly.

“NO!” Half the team screams.

“Macbeth!” She yells out.

“AAAAAAAA” Minato yells, as he falls off the ladder.

“...Countercurse time?”

“YEAH!”

“What happened??” Minato questions.

“Futaba said the M word!” Minako tells him.

“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THE M WORD IN A THEATER?!”

“If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended, that you have but slumbered here, whilst these visions did appear.” Futaba recites.

“Thank you!” Ren told her.

“What’s this superstition? Why shouldn’t you say M-” Yu questions.

“NO!” Once again, half the cast yells.

“Call it ‘The Scottish Play’ or ‘The Bard’s Play’ in a theater” Minako starts.

“Basically, there are multiple stories. Some say it’s because the first ‘Lady’ died and Shakespeare had to go on in her place. There was also the one where the prop daggers were switched for real ones and Duncan was murdered live on stage. There’s also the one that says the spells in the play are actual spells and Witches cursed it because of that.” Ren informed Yu.

“...Oh”

“Yeah. So never say the M-word in a theater.”

“Okay.”

Finally, the preformance.

...You think everything ended here? Oh no, mistakes always happen.

“Dear Evan Hansen, thanks for every note you send!”

“Dear Connor Murphy, I’m just glad to be your friend!”

“Our friendship goes beyond...”

Yu dips Yusuke.

“Your average kind of bond!”

They lean in.

“But not because we’re gay!”

Yu drops Yusuke.

“No, not because we’re gay!”

Yusuke says, as he jumps up. Everyone laughs.

“Did you plan that?! Did you?!” Ann whisper-screams to Ren.

“No! Not at all!” He whispers back.

And then the “You Will Be Found” situation.

The company starts singing. And then we get to Zoe’s part.

Yu trips Minato. Minato is literally pinning Yu to the floor. Minato keeps singing, and then leans in for the kiss when it’s time.

All the other theater kids beg for Yu not to mess up with Akihiko and Mitsuru.

The rest of the show goes without incident.

The finale comes in, and the curtain goes down.

Raucous applause follows it.

...It was hard, but they did it.