#just dropping my thoughts about something almost no one follows me for then dipping again

[dwn055]

im rewatching saint seiya and i am in a phase rn so bear with me cuz im thinking about this again so much, I got lots of thoughts im just gonna talk about

Other than just rewatching the original 80s one(plus like the rest if it cuz my siblings never got to watch all of it with me), i decided i'd give a chance to the knights of the zodiac netflix cartoon too and i was super surprised I really liked the second season alot more than i thought especially cuz I wasn't really the biggest fan of the first season

Honestly, the show isn't like the worst thing ever but like it had a very bad rocky start with all of the changes (Shaun💀, the military guy, i guess i can't really say anything too bad about it but the somewhat lackluster animation and how little impact of visuals we had as compared to the original ver,(like rly still thinking of the injustice of shiryu changing the direction of the waterfall only going up like an inch and its treated like he learned the move, its rly fucking funny how it was tho) plus the seriously fast pacing to cramp everything in there before the sanctuary arc but I'm actually glad I enjoying this show now cuz there's not alot of new material or spinoffs made from this franchise that is actually enjoyable unfortunately and i really did wanna give this show a chance when it first came out but we finally got to where its good!!!!! and like i actually appreciate alot of the changes they added or expanded in the 2nd season so the characters wouldn't seem so stupid or whatever. plus now the writing is evenly paced where it doesn't feel like things just immediately happen then move on before we get to fully take it in

Anyway im gonna try to see if I can make points of what i wanna say of what i like here so lol

There's a better explanation now for why Sienna is like some cursed Athena

More June or Genet(?) role into the story

The other good guys who are not the bronze saints are not sitting around twiddling their thumbs and their story is mixed into Marin's offscreen journey to StarHill

Their version explanation why the Sanctuary is duped for so long by Saga

Evil fucked up Athena prophecy

Ok, like first of all I know its supposed to be a build up for the Sanctuary arc but honestly I really didn't understand why they went with this plot, personally I'm still not a big fan of it but I think that they way they used it for the story of them already knowing Sienna is already a goddess rather than them thinking she's a fake like the original because it takes out the plot point of why hasn't anyone seen Athena around for like 13 years and how they let that shit slide so I can see why they changed that subplot. Plus honestly, I feel like the the reveal will probably be that Saga was lying that she was going to bring chaos to the world anyway just so he could take over, though idk im just guessing it's probably what it is but ig they could still make the prophecy happen and its just like "changed fate" or whatever

Genet (ok im just gonna refer to her original name June cuz i don't know how they spelled it)

I'm super happy they made June sort of secondary main character and expanded her relationships with Daedulus and Shaun cuz she deserved so much better and they really delivered. Like i thought it was sweet they had more of a father-daughter relationship in this one and it was really sad to see the scene when she discovers he's died(or dying from this ver)

I also thought it was kinda clever they made Daedulus be Shion's student along with Mu/be like the inventor(cuz of his name haha) since he didn't do jackshit in the original other than basically die, plus we get to see early Aphrodite appearance, and it was super cool. I really enjoyed seeing their ver and of the fight instead of the handwave in the original 80s anime, that already had to unintentionally butcher the story to make it Milo who killed everyone on Andromeda Island then last second say "oh yea Aphrodite was there too cuz he spit the rose at Shun's teacher that weakened him"(which Milo got away scotfree for, like he wasn't the one who killed everyone on the island but Aphrodite is the bad guy cuz he helped kill the important character)

But anyways it was nice seeing June just get focus in general and get to fight and actually be cool, when in the original she was just Shun's love interest cuz she's girl. also her sibling relationship with Kiki was super cute, I liked them qwq I'm excited with whatever they give her in the future honestly

Starhill subplot

June's part sort of a build up to this part but I did like that they had the other "good guys" travel with Marin and June to Star Hill instead of just sitting around playing jacks and cards while they wait for the next 12 hours. Honestly it didn't bring much interactions(other than basically June and Kiki) or rly bring depth to anyone else other than Marin having a connection to Aiolos and him being the reason why she has a mask/forgot her memory, like the most they got for the gold saints is that they're basically in denial about betraying the pope or whatever

but I still thought it was great to see something else going on and its actually very sad that Mu found out Shion(or Sion, im assuming from how they pronounced it) died the hard way, which leads to this next one

The whole reason why the Sanctuary is on the Pope's side

Since they changed the reason why anyone would actually be on the Pope's side in this one being that they don't want the world to be destroyed so they begrudgingly decide they should kill Athena no matter the sacrifices, plus they highlight the Pope's good side much more rather than his bad side, Also the explanation for why Saga's blue hair and pronouns ass isn't found out, cuz his magic turns his hair the same color as Shion's when he puts on the helmet which like yeah

This one was actually a really good change in my opinion cuz it makes some of the characters who should probably be smarter about it, seem less stupid, cuz in the original story in general, Saga's actions as the pope is probably the most sus out there that basically its hard to see why anyone would still think he's actually a good person telling them the truth about anything. Then the 80s anime had to really take liberties and just hope the people watching would forget the crazy ass lore/explanations they said about the Pope and somehow just try to paste Saga into the picture to follow the original story of the manga, where the anime starts that the good pope died so his evil brother Pope Ares took over as the new pope where things began to just suck ass for the sake of it but then they had to fit Saga into the story where he had actually killed the original pope 13 years ago instead and its like which one? the first one or Ares? Or a completely different guy altogether? (who's the Shion fill-in)

So I think that the whole "It's a hard decision but we gotta do what we gotta do because the prophecy could fuck us up if we leave it to Athena" and its like yeah it's definitely more plausible and basically when Saga's evil side does something sus, he's (im assuming accidentally)immediately cancelled out by his good side crying or whatever about his actions that the others use that to basically guilttrip the person going against him to feel bad which makes more sense why they are stuck in this dumb loop rather than just seeing a blatantly evil guy be in control, (which is something ig i can't actually fault the original story anyway cuz there was no such thing as gray morality back then in the 80s, or ig if u count whatever "gray morality" manga!Shura had ig tho imo its dumb as hell but anyways thats a rant for another time)

But anyways this rant was mainly for Shaka cuz honestly, I think the original anime made him a lot more evil or as evil as they could make him and its like there's no way in hell how someone like Shaka doesn't even have a doubt about Saga, though ig he still doesn't know that he's an imposter in either version but the manga honestly has a somewhat (really take this with a grain of salt)better explanation onto why Shaka doesn't think Saga is evil as compared to the anime ver because he explains its the same reason he spared Ikki where deep down he's not really evil, but also like you are still enabling him being evil rn dude??🤨

Cuz like the scene where Saga does the Demon Emperors fist that mind controls Aioria right in front of him to kill a person, Shaka doesn't even bat an eye that he used a move called that while in the kotz Shaka at least questioned him a little about it but then immediately justifies it to himself when the pope gave him a handwave explanation and didn't tell him of what he's actually mind controlling Aioria to do (im pretty sure)

Anyways that was probably my whole rant about this but wow I have a change if heart about kotz now, im actually looking forward to the second half since they kinda abruptly stop at Milo's fight, They really just needed that slowburn to actually become a little bit better storywise

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 8:46

“Do you have dimples?”

Bakugou doesn’t understand it himself, but you always find your way back to his house after your first visit—asking these out-of-the-blue questions that seem to have no end to them. It’s like a curse has befallen him, one that follows him wherever he goes.

For a moment, his eyes snap in your direction, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side, though his intense glare never once wavers. He didn’t know what the hell you were getting at, and he wasn’t sure if he had the strength to even want to know why you were asking about something so random.

Honestly, he should be used to it by now. But the thing is, he isn’t, because sooner or later you’ll be popping out of nowhere with another of your pointless questions.

“Hah?”

“I asked, do you have dimples?” you repeated.

His eye twitches at the repeated question, and as much as he’d like to give you a snappy remark to get you to stop, he can’t seem to come up with one. So, for the time being, he decides to humor you (and hope for the best that you drop it and move onto another topic).

“Why the hell are you asking?”

“Because Kaminari and I made a bet whether you have dimples or not. I went with yes, you do have them—even if it’s a singular dimple, but Kaminari says otherwise,” you explained, tapping your finger softly against the coffee table.

He scoffs at the childish reason. “And what makes you think I do have one?”

“A hunch,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. “I also have just one.” You smiled, showing off your obvious singular dimple on your right cheek.

Bakugou glances at your dimple for a brief moment, eyes scanning over your face and the way that the dimple seemed to perfectly dip into the soft skin of your cheek. He almost found himself entranced for a moment, but his gaze returned to your eyes as he huffed out in mock disinterest.

He was about to dismiss your hunch—maybe just flat-out refuse to even show you—or come up with a lie. But Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t a liar.

“What happens if you win the bet?”

“I get 3000 yen,” you answered.

That’s a lot, he thought.

“I can pay you 3000 yen to shut the fuck up and stop with the useless questions.”

“There’s no fun in that!”

He scoffs again as he leans back against the sofa, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at your stupidity. He eyed you for a moment, his head tilting to the side as he sighed. “And what happens if you lose the bet?”

“He gets 3000 yen.”

Bakugou almost wanted to laugh at the fact that you were putting so much faith and money on a simple guess, but he managed to hold back on the amused expression and forced himself to remain calm and unbothered.

He leaned back a bit more, relaxing against the plush seats, letting out a mocking “tch” before he said, “What if I don’t show you if I have a damn dimple or not?”

“Please? Oh my god, Bakugou. Don’t do this to me now! Kaminari’s going to do a ‘victory dance’ when he finds out he won by default,” you half-whined.

He was about to give you his final choice when suddenly you started whining at him. Bakugou rose an eyebrow at you, lips quirking to a frown. As idiotic as it is to him, it looks like it was quite a serious matter to you.

“Tch. Whatever.”

You threw your hands to your face, groaning. “Pretty please, with a cherry on top? Spare me some sympathy—and be a team player for once!”

He found himself fighting a scowl at the way you acted. It was somewhat different this time around, and it was making him feel weird. Damn it. You’re a goddamn nuisance.

“Alright, fine. Just—” He motioned with his hand for you to come closer, an almost annoyed expression on his face. “If you tell anyone else about this other than Dunce Face, I’ll make sure you don’t ever see the next sunrise.”

“That doesn’t sound heroic at all—but yes, of course!” you cheered. “Just a little smile, and I shall confirm the goods.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up,” he muttered under his breath, already regretting giving into your stupid request but at the same time knowing that he would never let Kaminari win against you in all circumstances possible.

He let out a huff and hesitantly let the sides of his own lips quirk up into a half-assed attempt at a smile, but from the way it was so rigid, it looked more like a painful grimace.

You gave him a confused, somewhat flat look in return. “Dude, you look like you’re about to shit yourself—mmph! ” You didn’t get to finish what you were saying as Bakugou’s palms immediately squished your cheeks together to shut you up.

“Oh shut it, dipshit,” Bakugou grumbled, his grip on your cheeks tightening ever so slightly as he forced you to pout your lips. “You were asking for a smile. I give one, and you wanna give me smart ass remarks about it?”

“I didn’ even gwet toh shee anythin’! That’s how bwad ith was,” you muffled out through pouty lips.

“Are you gonna keep yapping and bitching about what you asked for, or are you gonna accept my goddamn smile?”

“Fine, fine!” you yielded, pushung his hands away from your face. “Do it one more time, and I’ll actually check this time.”

He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he were wondering if you were going to actually do as you said or go against it and keep making smart-ass comments. But as you yielded, he let out a sigh and decided he’d rather just get this done and over with. 

Less hassle for him.

He repeated his ‘smile’ from before, which looked more like a forced sneer, and he waited for your verdict. This was his last straw; he was going to murder you (not).

You had to hold back your laughter but failed to do so. “I really can’t— Bakugou, please! ” you mused, hitting his shoulder playfully. “Your ‘smile’ reminds me of that time Kirishima had to hold the biggest shit before the bell rings.”

That caught Bakugou off guard. He remembered the memory of Kirishima’s panicked expression and the weird waddle he’d walked around in as he desperately tried to find a bathroom made Bakugou snort under his breath.

“Oh my god, you’re laughing!” you gawked. “And have a dimple! Just a singular one, like mine! We’re matching.”

There it was. A singular dimple on his left cheek.

Bakugou tried to regain his lost composure and let out a scoff in an attempt to mask the slight tint of pink that reached the tip of his ears. He forced his hand onto your face, shoving you (lightly, if he may add) away from him to prevent you from getting another look at his dimple.

“It’s not a worldwide discovery, dumbass. I can fucking laugh if I want to, and it’s just a fucking indent on the cheek.”

“Still cute,” you shrugged, pulling up your phone to text Kaminari. “I need to let Kami know that I won the bet, then we celebrate with bubble tea— my treat!”

“Hey wait— You—“

He tried to protest against your sudden celebration, wanting to tell you that he wasn’t going to let you treat him for anything. This whole damn thing started because of a stupid bet, and he doesn’t really find joy in gaining something from it, but as you pulled out your phone and began to text Kaminari, he sighed and leaned back again with his arms crossed tight against his chest.

“Whatever. You’re fucking annoying.”

“Kay,” you answered. “Also, your actual smile is pretty charming, if you ask me. It’s different from the usual sneer you have on your face. That’s just my opinion, though.”

Bakugou’s face grew a bit warm at your unexpected compliment, but he quickly tried to hide it and turned his head to avert his gaze away from you. His mouth opened to reply with a snappy remark or something like that, but he found himself hesitating.

He eventually scoffed and muttered a low, “Tch. Stop spouting nonsense.”

“Bakugou Katsuki has a singular dimple,” you sing-songed aloud, though you knew that no one would hear since his parents weren’t even home.

Bakugou felt his eyes twitch at your teasing, resisting the urge to tell you off and even going as far as to just punch your shoulder lightly. “Shut the fuck up, dipshit.”

He later found out that there was no bet, and you had just made up the whole scenario to confirm your curiosity. That Bakugou Katsuki does have a dimple, a singular one at that.

Could you imagine how furious he was?

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oh my god they're engaged to be engaged...

(also this is entirely separate from the izzyguana series fyi, but my god I have drawn their little island so many times by now)

(ID in alt and under cut)

ID: 1a. Wide shot of Stede and Ed's ramshackle house on a hill of long grass, a forested mountain sliding into the sea behind them as the sun peeks above the waves, painting them orange and yellow. Some work has been put into the house since they found it: the holes in the roof have been boarded over or covered with tarp, a rickety porch railing and staircase off the left side have been built on from scraps, oil lamps have been hung on each corner, and an addition on the right side is in progress, rocks stacked on the wood-slat roof and tarps hanging from unfinished walls. Planks of wood, tools, and fishing poles are leaned up against the porch, the path to the house has been cleared out and defined by stones and shells, and a wooden sign out front has the words "Best Little Inn By The Sea! +fishing equipment" carved into it. Stede and Ed, wearing a teal blouse with brown leather trousers and purple tee with black leather trousers respectively, are standing on the porch and looking out over the land, arms around each others waist. Stede raises his arm in a wave and shouts, "Great to see you two! Come again any time!" In the foreground, Pete and Lucius are walking down the path away from the house, looking tired. Pete has one arm around Lucius's shoulders and his eyes are closed, head listing to the side. Lucius covers his mouth as he yawns, lifting the other to throw a halfhearted wave over his shoulder. 1b. Waist-up in profile of Stede and Ed on the porch, sunrise behind them. Closest to the viewer, Stede stares out after their guests, hand lowering, smile fading to something a little bittersweet. Ed leans into Stede, free hand in his pants pocket, and rests his head in the crook of his neck as he follows Stede's gaze with a thoughtful smile. Ed asks, "You ever think about that for us?" 1c. Repeat. Stede's hand drops further, wrist dangling, as he turns his face toward Ed with a bewildered smile. "What?" Ed straightens from his cuddle, embarrassed, but keeps his right hand on Stede's waist. His left gestures randomly as he scrunches up his face, avoiding Stede's gaze. He explains, "Y'know...the matie-monie thing, whatever."

2a. Zoom out slightly; Stede takes a step back toward the house to face Ed as he pivots with his back toward the yard. They are still connected waist-to-hand. Stede plants his free hand on his hip with a smug little smirk and says, "Well I certainly hope that's not your proposal." Ed waves his free hand in a 'stop' motion, flustered as he meets his partner's eyes, and splutters "Wha- no! No, mate, I just... 'M having a dialogue." 2b. Repeat, zoom in. Ed dips his chin to look up at Stede through his lashes, red-faced and accepting defeat as he mumbles, "...How would you want it to go, though? Hypothetically." Stede giggles helplessly, free hand leaving his hip to rest fingertips on Ed's chest. 2c. Repeat, the background cutting out in favor of the sunrise occurring between them. They are almost forehead-to forehead, both of Stede's hands now pressed to Ed's chest and idly playing with the tips of his hair. Ed stares at his face with hooded eyes. Stede smiles, gaze lowered to focus on his hands, and says "Oh, I don't know. A bit of romance, you know. Dazzle." 2d. Repeat, zoom in to bust, background now mottled oranges and yellows. Ed raises his head to look past Stede with a frown, brow furrowed in confusion as he repeats blankly, "Dazzle." Stede hums idly to himself, concentrating on petting Ed's chest. 2e. Repeat. Stede lifts his head with a little smile, putting them nose-to-nose and adds, "I wouldn't say no to some fireworks." Ed flusters at the pointed reminder of their first time, cheeks turning red and a wobbly smile creeping across his face.

3a. Repeat. Stede asks, "What about you?" Ed leans back from their embrace, smile turning incredulous as he repeats, "Me?!" 3b. Waist up of Ed as he turns, sunrise at his back, to lean his left arm against the porch railing. He glances over the yard with a resigned little frown, fiddling with a piece of his hair with his right hand. He replies, "I dunno. Never really thought about it." 3c. Chest up of Stede as he mirrors Ed's pose with a fond if slightly amused smile, stairs and forest behind him. Offscreen, Ed continues, "Bet you had a whole scrapbook of ideas, eh?" 3d. Repeat. Stede straightens with a "Well!" and turns his body to face the house. 3e. Knees-up from the house POV as both men lean against the porch railing, the yard, ocean, and brightening sky beginning to streak itself with orange beyond. Stede is facing the viewer, back to the yard, leaning with his elbows braced on the railing. He aims his gaze to the side with a bit of a pained smile and says, "When Mary and I were engaged, a scrapbook wouldn't have been much use." Ed is turned toward Stede, left elbow propped on the railing. He scowls and sticks out his tongue at mention of Mary. 3f. Repeat. Stede turns his head toward Ed, who quickly tucks his petty tongue back in his mouth and schools his expression into one of interest. Stede continues, "Everything had been decided for us already. Never really got to the proposal part."

4a. Repeat. Ed turns his body more fully toward Stede, folding his arms on the railing and leaning his head over them with a warm smile. Stede raises his eyebrows in surprise and goes slightly pink as Ed says, "I'll have to make it really good, then." 4b. Stede turns his body toward Ed, left arm sliding against the railing behind him and right hand cupping Ed's chin as he leans closer, nose to nose. Ed's eyes hood, looking at Stede's mouth as is curls into a loving smile. Stede responds, "Can't wait." 4c. Repeat. Ed suddenly goes pale and blurts out, "You'll say yes, though, right?" Stede freezes in surprise, lips puckered in preparation of a kiss. 4d. Repeat. Stede throws his head back in a loud bark of laughter, straightening up and turning fully toward Ed to cup his cheek in his right hand and his shoulder with the other. Ed aims an embarrassed, besotted smile at him as Stede replies, "Ed, of course! Who could say no to you?"

5a. Repeat, both now in profile. The orange and yellow light of the sunrise is slowly spreading across the sky from the left. Ed straightens up from his lean to bring their foreheads together, still a bit red-cheeked and with a nervous edge to his smile as he lowers his gaze. He says, "You can say no if you want, though." Stede smiles at him with every ounce of tenderness he has, hands firm on his cheek and shoulder. He replies, "There's nothing I want more than to say yes to you, Ed. Permanent ink, remember?" 5b. Repeat. Stede moves his right hand from Ed's cheek to hook around his back, tugging him closer as he leans himself back. Ed stumbles forward with a helpless grin, cheeks even redder, bracing himself with his right hand on Stede's chest. When their eyes meet, Stede's smile turns teasing and faux-sinister, continuing, "You're stuck with me regardless. Foreverrr~" 5c. Repeat, larger and brighter, as Stede and Ed finally come together in an affirming kiss, the land behind them retreating to allow the sea and sky to fill the background. The sun finally breaches the horizon, sending glitter sparkling across the waves and gilding the pair in warm golden light. Ed's right hand is cupping the side of Stede's neck, thumb tracing through his sideburns, and Stede's right is hooked fully around his shoulders, cushioned in his soft hair. They are both smiling into the kiss, unhurried and in harmony.

6a. Repeat as they pull back from the kiss just far enough to meet each other's gaze, arms still around each other, Ed's right hand brushing Stede's cheek and Stede's buried in the back of Ed's hair. Ed smirks flirtatiously, eyes hooded, and says, "You know... I hear there's a traditional engagement sex sabbatical, too." Stede matches his expression, left hand sliding down Ed's shoulder to press against his lower back. Stede replies playfully, "Oh, is there? I suppose I can plan that part, then." 6b. Repeat. Ed brings his left hand up to mirror his right, cupping both of Stede's cheeks, and arches up on his toes to lean over Stede with a teasing grin. His movement forces Stede to arch his back in the first motions of a dip, hands briefly flying free of their grip on his future fiance to try to catch his balance. Their lips a centimeter apart, Ed hums, "Mmm, gimme a rehearsal, first." Stede tosses his head back with a giggle in response, eyes closed, cheeks pink. Hearts float above their heads. 6c. Shot at the bottom of the hill Stede and Ed are stationed on, the packed-dirt path to the house curving upward in the background, the stones and shells now more conservatively scattered. Amidst the tall grass and tropical plants lining the way are handmade wooden signs shaped like arrows pointing the way to the inn. Words carved into them say "this way!" and "best inn!" Pete and Lucius are in the foreground, walking down the hill towards the viewer, Pete's right arm still looped around his husband's shoulders. They still look very tired with dark circles beneath their eyes - Pete still hasn't opened his. Lucius has, barely, and is scowling his way forward with a furrowed brow, declaring, "We are leaving them the worst review." Pete nods solemnly. Text nearby points to them and says 'kept up all night by noises'. Pink hearts and exclamation points spill out behind them from the bend in the path, echoing the lovey-dovey noises from above that must have made their stay so insufferable. /end ID

[rainyorca]

I'll swim down with you 𓇼 Kenji Sato X Reader

Content warnings: F!reader, Established relationship, childhood friends, kissing, fluff, a little bit of smut.

Words: 1,916

Notes: Rewatching Ultraman made me realize that Kenji does in fact have pools on his deck but I don't know if they're meant to be swam in, however, i really wanted to write something involving them soooo…..I am very deeply in love with this man and have seen this movie more times than I’ve seen my dad this summer.

𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼

The setting sun casts beautiful rays of golden light on the Earth, blanketing everything in warmth. It’s mid-June, which means baseball season is at its all-time high right now. For Kenji, it’s rather exciting but for you, it’s a little upsetting. You don’t get to spend as much time with him anymore due to practice and his games, but you still attend his games, all of them in fact as long as your work schedule doesn't overlap. As well as his duties as Ultraman, sometimes you don't even get to have him in bed next to you. 

You sit in one of the pools on his wooden deck, bathing in sunlight. You like to sit in the water and watch the sunset over the ocean, the view is out of this world. It's one of the many things you like about living with him. Ken is currently at practice, which he has practically been at all day in your mind, then again you left for work early this morning so you haven't seen him at all today. You close your eyes, sinking further into the pool and letting your head rest on the edge. The wood is smooth beneath your head, but you slide your hands under your head for more cushion. There's music playing softly in the background, one of your favorite songs from your favorite playlist. This was your idea of relaxing after work, especially with such a hectic day you had. 

“Ken is home,” Mina’s voice erupts softly from behind you, making you jump. You turn around to face the floating supercomputer. “I'm sorry, did not mean to startle you,” she says, her tone flat as usual. “It's okay,” you smile softly, “thank you for letting me know, Mina.” The floating circle gives you a nod before flying off to greet Kenji. You turn back to the sunset, waiting for Kenji to come by. You can hear him talking to Mina inside but it stops momentarily before starting up again. Kenji’s footsteps could be heard approaching you now, but you're too lost in thought to turn around or even notice.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asks, you can practically hear the smile in his voice. You turn around, smiling when you see him. “I’d enjoy it a lot more if you joined me,” you respond, tilting your head at him. He shakes his head with a smile, “I know, that's why I put my swim trunks on.” You watch him lift his shirt over his head, the golden light hitting his toned body perfectly. He looks warm, and the light makes his skin look supple and soft. He dips his feet in the water, pulling back from the slightly coldness but slowly easing himself in. The water isn’t too deep, he can stand perfectly straight and it only goes to his waist. He rests his back against the edge just like your doing but he follows your movements when you turn around to face the sun. He squints a little, turning his head to look at you rather than the bright sun. “How was your day?” he asks, his voice as soft as silk. You peer into his big gray eyes, resting your head on your hands again. “Hetic,” you respond simply, “How was practice?”

He picks up on the simplicity of your answer quickly, dropping the subject knowing you don't want to go into detail. “Practice was good, but I was a little distracted today,” he responds, reaching up and brushing a water droplet off your face only to get more on you. “Why’s that?” you ask, giggling softly at his failed attempt. “Because I kept thinking about you,” he smiles, almost teasingly because he knows what you’re gonna say. “You’re so corny,” you scoff, smiling brightly, “why were you really distracted?” He shrugs, “I'm serious, I was thinking about you.” There's humor in his voice and his expression is rather playful. You roll your eyes, turning your head to face the sun again. 

His eyes linger on you for a moment, taking in the softness of your face and admiring how your eyes look in the sunlight. A few thoughts from the past show up in his mind, like how upset you were when you found out he had to move back to Japan, or the sweet moments in high school when you went to all the school dances with him. You have always been a special person in his life and for so long, he feels rather grateful that you're back in his life as his lover rather than just a friend. He snakes a hand around your waist, turning you around so you're facing him and not the sun. Your back is pressed up against the edge again and he's standing in front of you, staring down into your eyes. 

“You’re so warm,” he says softly, running his hands up your exposed torso. “I’ve been out here a while,” you respond, reaching up and resting your arms on his broad shoulders. “I can tell,” he hums, reaching up to cup your face with his large, wet hand. “You’re warm too,” you point out, tilting your head a bit so you can melt into his touch. He drops his hand, sneakily lifting you so he's carrying you. You wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him as he backs up from the wall of the pool. He smiles, spinning you around slowly in the water. You close your eyes, throwing your head back and hanging off him a bit as he spins you. 

There's a mischievous look in his eye, but it all goes away when you dip underwater. He surfaces you quickly, laughing at your surprised expression. “Oh you asshole,” you splash him with water, wetting his hair and face. “I couldn't miss the opportunity, sorry,” he lets go of you, protecting himself from your splashes. You give him your best angry expression, but it doesn't last long. You can't resist his charms, and that award-winning smile always makes you smile. He swims up to you, reaching out to grab you again and pulling you into his chest before you can get away. “I won't do it again, I promise,” he says, shaking his hair and sending water flying. “If you do, we're going to have problems,” you respond, pressing your hands into his chest. 

His eyes glide over your face, his smile still plastered on his lips. He cups your face again, making you tilt your head upwards so he can have access to your lips. He tilts his head a little, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your lips. You kiss him back almost immediately, sliding your hands over his shoulders as you have done before. The soft, pillowy feeling of his lips is enough to send you into a trance, parting your lips for him. Your heart rate spikes a little when you feel him pull you in tighter, his brows furrowing and what seems to have started off as an innocent kiss was now becoming something more euphoric and titillating. He tilts his head a little more, deepening the kiss with a quiet grunt before moving you back to the edge of the pool. Your back hits the smooth edge, the coolness of it suddenly more noticeable. 

His grip on you tightens, his knee coming up to part your legs slowly before pressing into your clothed cunt. The sudden shift in demeanor, and movements, makes you gasp a little. He pulls away slowly, a new look in his lidded eyes. He leans down to kiss the line of your jaw and then your neck. “I haven't been able to give you much attention lately,” he says softly but sensually, “the attention you need and crave.” You tilt your head back just a little to give him more access to your neck. His breath is warm and it fans over your neck, the tickling sensation making goosebumps rise on your skin. His knee presses up against your cunt again, a little harder this time making you squeak in surprise. You lift a leg slightly, opening yourself up more. 

Ken moves his hand down, further and further until stopping at the waistband of your swimsuit bottoms. He slips his lithe fingers underneath the fabric, inching closer and closer to your cunt. His lips find yours again in another aggressive, hungry kiss as if he's trying to devour you through the kiss alone. One of his fingers brushes over your sensitive clit, causing you to startle, and a sharp gasp erupts from your throat. The sound is like music to his ears, the noises you make are just perfect to him. You brace yourself, one hand on the edge of the pool, the other digging into his shoulder while he holds you still. He rubs agonizingly slow circles on your clit, drinking in your expressive behavior, soft moans starting to slide off your sinful tongue. 

You were his weakness, just like he was yours. It was hard to resist him really, a struggle you’ve had since your younger years with him. In moments like these, it was even harder. The sun was still setting on the horizon, however only half of it was visible. The night sky started to pool in, blanketing the sky with specks of stars. He couldn't help himself, hearing your delightful and heavenly moans, he needed to hear more, to feel more. His fingers speed up, rubbing a little harder but oh so perfectly. You part from his lips with a rather pathetic gasp, your mouth staying slightly open as he continues to draw his fingers over your clit. 

He leans in, mouth open against your soft neck, tasting, feeling, the area with his mouth. “I wanna memorize every part of your body,” he hums, breath ragged, “I wanna touch you everywhere, make you mine.” He blabbers, his words digging deep into your core, making you squeeze around nothing. He lifts his head to look at you now, bumping noses as he continues his movements against your clit. His eyes bore into yours, lovingly but lustful. You keep your eyes open, or at least try to. You can't help but close them every time a shock of pleasure rushes up your spine. “I wasn't lying when I told you,” his lips curl into a smug smile, “that I was thinking about you. I’ve been thinking about this all day.” 

“Ken,” you breathe, your moans melodic and messy. “You seem more sensitive than usual,” he points out a little teasingly. That warm tingling feeling starts to build up in your stomach, pleasure shooting up your spine as your climax starts to work its way out of you. Just as you're about to release, Mina’s voice sounds from behind Kenji causing both of you to stop. 

“A phone call from your father, Ken,” she says monotone. Kenji sighs, looks back at Mina, and then back to you, his fingers still positioned on your clit. “Before you try to put it off, it's urgent,” Mina continued before Ken could even speak. He groans, clearly irritated, and then gives you an apologetic look. “I’ll be back,” he says, kissing your forehead before releasing you gently. Your body relaxes, and you catch your breath, watching him get out of the pool and follow Mina into the house. A sigh escapes your lips, irritated but otherwise calm. You decide to stay in the pool until the moon comes up.

𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼

[zepskies]

A Line and a Half

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: When Dory’s eldest brother comes to visit her at Wyoming University, you don’t know quite what to make of Russell Shaw. But he knows exactly what he wants to make of you.

AN: Okay, here’s my first toe-dip into the world of Tracker with Russell Shaw! 1x12 gave me too many ideas not to explore this intriguing character. This is set before episode 12, but I have a little series I want to sketch out that will continue after this one-shot, so think of this as a “Part 1,” if you will. 😉

Word Count: 3.2K

Tags/Warnings: A kind of “meet cute,” attempts at flirting, and hints of setup for more to come…

You watched, silently simmering, as Dr. Goldstein added yet another packet of internship applications from his graduate students onto your desk.

Applicants that he, as the History Department Chairman, was supposed to review himself. Instead, he’d been adding these hours quite literally onto your desk. 

“If you could review these for me as well, sweetheart. Thank you,” he said. “Get ‘em back to me by Thursday, okay?”

As a Professor of History with two doctorates in your name, you once again grated internally at sweetheart, but you tried to keep that cringe off your face as well.

Goldstein barely even met your eyes when he dropped off his burden, and then aimed to leave your office.

“Uh, Paul,” you called out, raising a finger. You stood from your desk as quickly as you could in your pencil skirt, but the man was already out the door. You followed him out, your heels clacking on the tile floor. 

Damn it. Knew I should’ve gone with pants, you said, continuing to hasten after your boss.

“Paul! Just a second,” you said. That finally managed to turn the man’s head off of his phone. He glanced at you while checking his watch.

“About the internship applications…and your midterm exam essays for that matter. Don’t you think—” you started to say, but the man spoke over you.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got to run. Meeting my massage therapist at noon,” he said, and rolled a seemingly stiff shoulder under his tailored blazer. “Something’s just not right here after my trip to Cali last weekend. I don’t know what I did, pulled muscle or something. But hey, they do say parasailing is a sport.”

You quirked a brow. “Do they?”

You weren’t sure that being strapped into a parachute for a nice air glide over the Pacific counted as a sport.

Goldstein shrugged at your question and he kept walking down the hall. Though he turned back to toss you a pointed finger.

“Need those by Thursday. Thanks, you’re the best,” he said.

You watched him go, as proverbial steam began to escape through your ears. Slowly you pivoted on your heels, and you went back to your office. You grimaced at the large stack of applications. You were pretty sure he padded them with an extra section of midterm exams.

Tapping your nails on your desk, you grabbed your phone next to your desktop and checked the time. 11:30 a.m.

Screw it. I’m going to lunch, you thought.

Dory had to be out of her Intro Physics class by now, which meant she’d be in her office, ready for you to drop in on her a little early. You took up your purse and almost made it out the door…but at the last moment, your anal brain made you turn back to grab a shoulder bag and the pile of applications. Maybe you could knock out a few during lunch.

Friggin’ doormat, as your brother would say. Laughing at you, probably.

You rolled your eyes and headed back out the door with your haul of papers, purse, work bag, and keys, locking your office behind you.

Why, oh why did the Sciences building have to be on the other side of campus?

It was damn near a mile walk from your Humanities building over to Dory’s office on the second floor. Your hands were laden with packets that couldn’t be contained by your heavy work bag, your purse was slipping off your shoulder, and these heels were killing your feet.

It was a miracle you and Dory had ever met on this campus. On your first day of teaching, you’d of course been hopelessly lost. Somehow you ended up at the tail-end of one of her classes in one of the science auditoriums.

She’d been gracious enough to help you, and even walked you all the way to the Humanities building so you could find your World History class before the students decided to just get up and leave. (And after fifteen minutes, they very well would.)

That day, she became your first real friend at Wyoming University. In the three years since, she’d become your best friend.

And now, her door was mercifully open halfway. You pushed it open and stumbled just a little from the transition of tile to carpet inside her office. Your papers nearly flew from your hands, so you struggled to right yourself and contain them all back into the semblance of neatness.

“Hey, girl. You better be ready for lunch because Jesus fucking Christ. Goldstein’s up my ass again and all I’ve had today is a crusty donut from the teacher’s lounge, which I’m pretty sure was stale,” you said, with your brows furrowed in frustration.

When you finally looked up from your struggles, you realized that Dory wasn’t alone. She smiled at you in amusement, sitting at her desk beside a man who made you pause. Your eyes widened.

He was leaning casually with an elbow propped up on her desk, dressed in jeans and a worn, pale green jacket—a good match for his eyes. He looked a little rugged for Dory’s tastes, but you couldn’t fault her, with the cut of that bearded jaw, and the smile raising the corners of his lips.

“Hey,” Dory laughed. “I see you’re having a good day.”

You bit your lip in embarrassment, probably smudging your lipstick.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve knocked first,” you said, though you could see she seemed to be having an actual good day. Office picnic? Or maybe the handsome stranger was getting ready to take her out.

Dory just waved you in. She stood and set a hand on her companion’s shoulder, and he got up along with her.

“It’s okay. This is my brother, Russell,” she said, and she introduced you in kind.

“Well, hi there,” he said. He subtly took you in with his eyes as he held out his hand. Already you felt your face heating up with more than just embarrassment.

You were a bit shocked as well, to say the least. Dory had told you some…interesting things about her family, including the fact that she had two older brothers. You wondered which one this was, the middle child, or the eldest.

“Hi! Sorry. Again. Nice to meet you,” you said. You tried to hold your hand out to reach his, but a few papers began to spill out. You clutched at them on reflex, but Russell drew in quickly to help you.

“Got yourself a load there,” he said. You agreed with an awkward laugh and a shrug of your shoulders.

“My boss’s idea of extra credit,” you said wryly.

“You can set it down on that chair over there,” Dory said, pointing to one against the back wall, next to a tall filing cabinet.

You and Russell meandered over and managed to set down the stack without casualty. You were able to pull up the straps of your bag and your purse from falling off your shoulder and give him a grateful look.

“Thanks,” you said.

“No problem,” he said, giving you an easy smile back. “I actually crashed in unannounced, so if you two wanna to head to lunch, you go right ahead.”

“Uh, no. I haven’t seen you in months! You should come with us,” Dory said. She grabbed her purse to join you and Russell by the door.

You raised your hands in placation. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude, especially if it’s been a while since you’ve seen each other. You guys should catch up.”

Dory shook her head and grabbed your hand.

“Uh, uh. I want to hear the latest on Paul’s bullshit, and why you’re carrying half your office across campus. Let’s go,” she said, and gestured at your work bag. “Leave that here. You’re gonna eat and talk to me. No working involved.”

You laughed, but you agreed to her cajoling. With another glance at her brother, and those green eyes that seemed to be dancing, you joined them for lunch.

The three of you ended up at a diner that you and Dory frequented at least once a week. The food was good, the service was quick, and it was close to campus. Wins all around. Russell seemed to be enjoying himself, as he hummed in delight after the very first bite of his Philly cheesesteak.

“Sriracha on fries, huh?” you remarked, gesturing at the man’s plate. Your brow was quirked, but he shot you a smile.

“I said avert your eyes,” he teased. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it, sweetheart.”

Ugh. Another sweethearting man. You narrowed your own eyes at him a bit. He caught the look and raised a hand in defense (the one that wasn’t holding his cheesesteak).

“Uh oh. What’d I do?” he asked.

“You gave her some PTSD,” Dory said with a laugh. “Dr. Goldstein likes to sugar coat his demands with sexism.”

Russell noted your souring look with apology. You’d just finished recounting your morning for your friend, and recapping years of “sugar-coated demands” for Russell.

“Why don’t you just tell him to cram it up his…uh…” he paused. Seeing his little sister’s look of amusement, he amended. “Or you know, stuff it.”

A smile twitched at your lips. “Oh, believe me, I’d love to tell him to stuff it. But he’s technically my boss, and the department chair. Even though I’ve basically been doing his job for two years now.”

“Well, that sucks,” Russell said. “And I feel for ya. I’ve had my share of shitty bosses in my time.”

You sighed and accepted his commiseration with a nod.

It wasn’t fair, but Goldstein planned to retire early in a few years. Must be nice.

When he did, it would make you the most likely candidate to replace him as department chair. The way you saw it, this was giving you plenty of practice before you (hopefully) inherited the position.

Anyway, you shook your head. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore. You were more curious about one Russell Shaw. You now knew he was an army vet, and he carried himself like one. Calm, controlled, even though his smiles came easy. His tousled hair and beard, while well-trimmed and neat, still gave him a roguish quality.

“So let me guess. You’re…the eldest?” you asked. You blotted at your mouth with a napkin, having finished your chicken panini.

Russell treated you to another one of those smiles, though this one held a hint of more.

“Guilty. Though I’m the handsome one,” he said with a wink.

You found yourself smiling behind your napkin.

“I’m sure,” you replied.

Dory rolled her eyes. “Don’t mind him. Apparently my brother’s an incorrigible flirt.”

He chuckled and sipped at his beer, but then he grimaced.

“Ech. Friggin’ weak,” he said. “I brew better than this outta the trunk of my car.”

 You raised a brow at that. “You make your own beer?”

“Damn straight,” he said. His gaze turned a hint more playful. “Next time I’ll bring you some. You can tell me what you think.”

You shared a telling look with Dory.

“Next time, huh?” you asked.

“Sure,” he inclined his head. “I pop into town from time to time. Gotta check in and pester my little sister, the physics professor.” 

He laid a hand on Dory’s shoulder, squeezing warmly. You could see the pride in his eyes, and it warmed you as well.

She turned to him with a smile, reaching up to cover his hand with hers.

“You don’t pester me. I’d love it if I got to see you more often,” she said.

“Ah, I know, I’m sorry,” he said, releasing her. “My job’s got me all over the place. But I’ll be here for a week or so on this gig.”

That intrigued you. “What do you do for work?”

“Ah, well, you could say I'm a contractor. Private security mainly,” said Russell. His shoulders shifted as he became a little more guarded, you noticed. “My company connects me with the client for as long as the job lasts. Could be a few months, sometimes a few days, depending.”

“Oh, wow. Do you live here in Wyoming?” you asked. He paused, but tilted his head a little, back and forth as he considered your question.

“I kinda bounce around,” he said. “Just go from one job to the next. Sounds a bit unorthodox, I know, but it’s a living.”

“Interesting,” you nodded, but inside, you thought that sounded like a hard way to live.

Unstable…and lonely. 

“You know, it’s amazing how much you and Colter have in common,” Dory said. She folded her hands on the table and met her brother with a pointed look.

He huffed in response, though he glanced at you, then back at his sister. As if he was saying, You really want to do this now?

Dory had told you before that Colter was a “rewardist,” or some kind of bounty hunter. The nature of his work kept him busy, and seemingly too busy for his sister. But you also sensed there was an edgier history here.

For the first time, you felt like you were intruding in a moment between brother and sister that went beyond words.

After a moment, Russell shook his head.

“Look, I tried with him, all right? He won’t talk to me,” he said. He went back to eating, polishing off his fries. He offered you one that was half-smothered in sriracha.

“Come on. Live on the edge with me,” he teased.

You eyed the sauce-covered fry in distaste, but after glancing up at his more playful smile, you accepted his offer. You chewed in contemplation, and found that the tangy hint of kick wasn’t so bad. 

“Eh? Eeeh? Delicious, am I right?” he said, his hands going wide.

You rolled your eyes, but you nodded in agreement.

“It’s all right,” you replied.

“Yes!” Russell’s hands swept up higher, like he was celebrating a touchdown. "See, I told ya."

You couldn’t help but laugh. Dory shook her head fondly and gave him a clean napkin for the bit of schmutz she spotted at the corner of his mouth.

“Here, wipe your sriracha face.”

“You really don’t have to,” you said, as Russell helped you gather your stack of papers and slung your work bag over his shoulder.

“No, no. I’m a bonafide gentleman. Ain’t that right, D?” he asked his sister. She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes again, but she did give you a knowing smile.

“Oh, his intentions are pure,” she said.

 And by that, you both understood her meaning. His intentions couldn’t be any clearer than a mallet over the head, but you kind of found it endearing.

This man really carried your stuff from the Sciences building across the entire campus to your office. All the while, he asked you about how you and Dory met, the kinds of things you two did together, and if you thought she was happy working here.

You had a feeling he was trying to learn more about his sister’s life. On one hand, it was rather sweet. On the other, it made you realize that there was distance in this family, both literal and figurative. You were glad to hear that Russell, at least, was trying to bridge that gap with his sister. Dory deserved to have more of that in her life.

As you explained to Russell while you led him down the hall to your office, your friendship with her had just…clicked. From the very beginning.

“Dory, you know. She’s more than kind,” you said. “She’s a real one. I can rely on her, even when I can’t rely on my own family.”

Russell hummed at that. “That sounds like a story.”

“Yeah,” you said, glancing away for a moment. You smiled and met his gaze once more. “Maybe one for another time.”

“So you’re on board with a ‘next time.’ Good to know,” Russell remarked. Your smile deepened.

It was good timing when you two finally reached your office. You unlocked it and let him inside, so he could set down your bag, and the god-forsaken stack of internship applications back onto your desk. You’d probably be stuck here working late on those.

“Well, thank you so much. You really didn’t have to schlep for me,” you said.

When you turned, Russell was a bit close. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to make a trill of something zip up your spine. You smelled more intensely his cologne, woodsy and warm. Looking up at him, you once again found his smile.

“It’s no problem,” he said, but his eyes met yours for a moment, as if he lost his train of thought.

“What?” you asked, a bit nervous.

“Anybody ever tell you, you got soulful eyes?” he asked.

It took your brain a second or two to compute, but when his words registered, you had to laugh. You held it behind your hand, while the other went to steady yourself on your desk.

 “Well, that’s a line if I’ve ever heard one,” you said, shading your “soulful” eyes with a hand.

You didn’t know it, but Russell’s face warmed in slight embarrassment. He recovered though, taking in your pretty laugh, and the shade of your hair, let loose around your shoulders, and yes, your eyes, when you let him see them again.

If he hadn’t known before, now he was convinced.

He wanted to see more of you before he left town.

“Hey, now that was 100% genuine,” Russell said, but his grin spoke volumes. When your mirth died down, he scratched the back of his head.

“Okay, cards on the table. Would you be interested in grabbing a drink with me sometime?” he asked.

You took in a breath at that. You actually did consider his offer, because homebrew and sriracha fries be damned, there was something more to him. It was lying in wait, behind those eyes that were drawing you in.

However, this was also a man whose job basically made him a nomad. It didn’t exactly scream relationship material.

Which only left the alternative: something…casual.

You just didn’t know if that alternative was such a good idea. Not with your best friend’s brother.

“Just a drink. No frills, no more grilling you about my sister,” Russell said, breaking you from your deliberation. He gestured a hand between the two of you. “Just this. You and me.”

Eventually, you sighed. Your lips raised into a more genuine smile.

“Sometime, huh?” you asked.

He smiled back. “Tonight?”

You hesitated, but despite your better judgment, you nodded before you could change your mind. You still weren’t sure what to make of this guy, but you were willing to find out.

“Sure,” you said. “Howley’s at eight?”

“Well, all right,” Russell said.

He surprised you by sweeping up your hand into his. You looked up at him, curious, but not wary. Anticipation tingled down your spine.

He pressed his lips to the back of your hand. Soft shock made your eyes widen as you blushed, feeling the subtle graze of his beard against your skin.

Who is this guy, Cary Grant? you thought.

But when he pulled away, you had to remind yourself to breathe. Again, you caught sight of his cheeky grin.   

“See you tonight,” he said.

AN: He is beauty he is grace, he is Mr. Sriracha Face. 😆

Let me know if you guys liked this! 💜 It's my first time writing a character based solely on one episode, but next up is a series that will continue this one-shot. It's called Every Second Counts.

Next Time in Part 1:

“Are you absolutely sure?” you asked, with your hands on your hips. 

You wanted no miscommunication here, no read-between-the-lines mishaps, no subtext or nuance to bite you in the ass later. So here you stood in the middle of your best friend’s office, still on the Wyoming University campus after your last class.

Dory had to laugh at you. She pushed away from her desk and threw her hands up.

“Yes, for the love of God, you can grab a drink with my brother,” she said.

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You are enough.

LUFFY X GN!READER

note: THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! content: fluffy, angst, luffy being sad (ooc?), comfort, luffy and reader clearly being mildly in love, just sappy shit. WC: 731

You had wandered the whole ship trying to find Luffy with no luck, you looked all the way up and his normal places but he was no where to be seen. You were worried, not only because he was your captain but because he was your partner. He never avoided you, he was always around you any moment of the day that he could be and here he was missing from the spot that held you.

You finally decided to go below deck, down to the bottom where most of the treasures were hidden. You scanned the area and when you thought you saw nothing you turned leave before you hear a sniffle, you turned back around and scanned the area one more time before you heard the sniffle again. You found which direction it was coming from and followed the sound, almost as if you were using echolocation. After a few checks behind some chests you finally found the source of the crying.

It was Luffy, he was crying?

Luffy was usually the happy type and never did he cry when normally on the ship unless something terrible happened. Yet here he was crying as if something horrible had happened, “Luffy?” You called out to him and watched as his head snapped to look at you then immediately be covers himself with his hands. “Luffy…” You said in a more worried and soft tone, moving around the chest he was hidden behind and knelt down in front of him. You stared at him for a moment before you reached up to his hands, grabbing them in yours and lowering them.

“Why are you crying?” You asked and watched as his eyes watered more, “Nothin..” He responded attempting to pull his hands back up to cover his face but you pushed back and Luffy knew to never fight against your touch. “Luffy, be honest with my honey.” You tell him and move closer to sit next to him, He stares at you as his brows dipped down in a saddened expression and his eyes scanned your face. “I… I heard Sanji and Nami talking about you.. then me… and how you seemed upset because I didn’t love you intimately enough..” The words spilled out of his mouth without a second of hesitation and your heart dropped.

Your head began to shake as an immediate response, “Oh Luffy…” You cooed bringing your hand up to cup his cheek to which he responded by leaning against your hand. “I’m not upset over that, if anything I’m worried about you.” You tell him and his eyes lock with yours finally after avoiding contact for so long. “I’m worried for your safety but that’s something that I’ll always worry about, even if I know you aren’t in any danger. Which I doubt will ever happen but… I don’t care if you are intimate with me or not. I love you for you.” You comforted him with your words and you could tell by the way his body relaxed more into your touch and the way the water in his eyes slowly dried up.

“I love how optimistic you are.” You tell him, you remove your other hand from his to cup his other cheek. “I love you.” You whispered, only for him to hear so he knew you meant it just for him and for no one else. “I love you more.” He responded in the same whispered tone but with a excitement present. You smiled as you watched your captain become himself again, not only that but Luffy was becoming Luffy again. You stared at him and admired the scar that decorated his upper cheek, the way his eyelashes looked on his eyes, and how his eyes looked at you with so many words that he never knew how to say. He stared back, admiring your features, eyes, eyebrows, nose, cheeks and finally your lips.

He wasted no time, pressing his lips excitedly against yours as he still held the smile on his face. You didn’t fight it, you happily kissed him back.

You loved Luffy for who he was not because he showered you in treasures or treated you in bed, but because he was there to be the light in the darkness and to hold you when it was cold. He was perfect.

[vshthestmpede]

Could you please write something where reader has feelings for Vash but thinks he’s in love with Meryl. And though they feel a bit sad they try to help him, seeing as they think they both deserve the world. For Vash, he just takes this as an opportunity to spend time with them and take notes from them. When it finally comes to it, they tell him, he should confess when he’s ready. Only for him to turn and confess his love for them! Thank you!

misplaced beliefs

word count; 1031

warnings; jealousy (mild)

notes; ooo we love a little subversion, especially one that works in our favor am i right? haha but i do appreciate all your requests, thank you for keeping my creative mind going!! <3

cross-posted to ao3

“hey, (name), what do you do when you get this weird feeling in your stomach and chest when you see someone?”

your heart dropped almost as fast as you dropped your fork, a piece of waffle falling to the floor. vash looked at your shell shocked face with a raised eyebrow, concerned at your reaction to his question.

"are you okay?" vash followed up as you collected yourself, snagging the fork off the floor and putting it off to the side.

"no, yeah, totally fine," you reassured. "so, let me get this straight: you've got a crush?"

vash scratched at his temple. "i guess so. got any ideas on what i should do?"

you leaned your elbows on the table, fighting down the venomous feelings that threatened to spill out of your mouth as you said, "well, if you're trying to confront them about these feelings, you gotta time it correctly."

"aim for something more on the intimate side, i'm sure they'll love having some sort of private, thoughtful confession," you continued as he silently nodded. "you just gotta be upfront, honest, and hope for the best."

"upfront, honest, hope for the best," vash echoed thoughtfully as he stood from the table. "thank you, (name), i really appreciate your input. i'm going to go talk to meryl and the rest about the next stretch of driving, i'll catch you later!"

you responded with a quiet 'yeah' and vash ruffled your hair as he passed by on his way out of your room. as soon as your door closed, you sighed and pushed your food away before heading over to your bed and flopping down.

staring at the ceiling, your mind raced on how exactly vash planned to confess to meryl. your chest tightened at the thoughts of how he could hold her hands in his, look at her with those beautiful eyes of his, and tell her how much he cared for her.

you wanted to be happy for your friends, you really did, but the claws of jealousy dug deep into your heart at the idea of vash having these feelings for meryl when you desperately wished it was you.

"(name)? it's time to go!"

meryl's chipper voice accompanied by the quick knock at your door stirred you from your thoughts. you sat up and looked out the window, surprised to see the sun beginning to dip.

"alright, i'm coming," you called back as she knocked again, pushing yourself out of the bed and discarding the cold waffles before grabbing your belongings and trudging out to the car.

"here, let me grab that." vash took your suitcase from you and secured it to the top of the van while you wordlessly climbed into the backseat, keeping your gaze out the window as everyone got into their spots.

the drive was quiet, which wasn't out of the ordinary. wolfwood and vash slept, the blonde's head resting on your shoulder as per usual. meryl and roberto talked in hushed tones and the radio broadcasted quietly. you would steal glances at vash but spent most of the time watching the desert speed by, passing time by counting wanderers you spotted until meryl stopped the car.

"alright, let's set up camp before it gets too dark," she announced, waking the two men. "vash and (name), it's your turn to stay in the car tonight."

you hummed and got out quickly, a pang of regret striking you as you let vash's head fall forward too quickly. he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, watching you as you started to help roberto unload the sleeping gear. as soon as everything was set up and the fire was started, you headed back to the car and settled on the roof of it, staring up into the starry sky.

"so." oblivious as ever, vash joined you, laying right next to you and crossing his arms behind his head. "you think now is a good time to confess to someone? like, do i just -"

"i don't really care, vash," you interrupted, your tone a bit harsher than you had intended it to be. "i'm sure she'd love to hear you tell her how much you love her at any given time."

the silence that you were met with made your heart sink and you instantly felt awful for snapping at him like that.

"look, vash, i'm sorry." you sat up but still refused to look at him, still a bit apprehensive. "i guess i just, i don't know. yeah. now would be a great time."

"i'm in love with you."

you nodded, eyes still looking at the stars to hold back your tears, "yeah, just like that. honest and upfront. so go on, go tell meryl and -"

"meryl?" vash sat up quickly, putting two and two together. "oh, (name), this was never about meryl."

you blinked and finally looked at him, tears rolling down your cheeks. "what do you mean this was never about meryl?"

"(name), i'm in love with you," vash stressed the last word, reaching towrds you and brushing the tears away from your face. "is this why you've been so out of it?"

you laughed. "out of it? you slept the entire car ride and this is the first time we're talking since this morning, you dork. i'll admit i was a bit jealous, yes, but can we circle back to the whole confession you just dropped on me?"

"what about it?" vash questioned, his hand resting on your face. "did i do it right at least?"

"i dunno," you teased, scooching closer to him until your noses brushed with how close you got. "do you think you did it right?"

"w-well." vash swallowed but didn't dare to move an inch. "i was upfront and honest, just like you said, and -"

you swiftly pressed your lips to his, effectively taking him by surprise. vash practically melted as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kept him close, even as you pulled back and pressed your forehead to his.

"you did it just right," you assured. "c'mon, let's get some rest. today's been a little exhausting with the emotional rollercoaster i've been on."

[eris-snow]

𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

Tags: 7 reasons why I love you, shoto x fem!reader, angst, fluff

The next thing that got to him was your smile. It shouldn’t be possible for a simple upturn of lips to affect him this much.

“There you are.”

Shoto jumped, internally kicking himself when he saw you staring at him in amusement behind your fan.

A coat was draped across your shoulders, but the young prince could still see your red dress from the ball under it.

“I was waiting for you,” You dipped into a curtsy, glancing up at him with a wink. “Prince Shoto.”

Something sparked in Shoto’s heart. It felt electric.

“It was not my intention to keep you waiting.” He responded, shaking his head. “And please, call me Shoto.”

“Matters to attend to?” You inquired, closing your fan as you tore your eyes away from him. “Details about tonight’s ball, I presume?”

Shoto nodded, joining your side. There was silence for a second before you spoke again.

“You’ve been staring at me quite a bit today.”

The prince almost choked on his own spit.

“Dare I say you were interested in me?”

That was not one of all the things Shoto had expected you to say. Recovering, he glanced at you with his mouth agape.

“You intrigue me,” He explained, composing himself. “Your eyes are strikingly beautiful.”

“Quite the compliment coming from yourself,” You teased, glancing at him. “I’m Y/n. Y/n of Musutafu.”

“So you’re a princess.”

“I’d prefer to be referred to without my title.”

“Likewise,” agreed Shoto. “Was the ball to your liking?”

Chuckling, you didn’t bother to hide your scoff as you shook your head. “Honestly? It was such a bore.”

Shoto’s jaw felt loose as it fell open once more. Your blatant honesty was simply astounding.

“The entire arrangement was a ruse for you to gain consort. I saw the number of princesses lining up to dance with you. I suspect your dance card was fully booked.” You paused, noticing his surprise. “Cat got your tongue?” you baited, leaning against the railing as the snowflakes danced across your face.

“I’ve never met someone as blunt as you,” Shoto admitted. “I’m not used to it.”

“It’s not out of malice. It’s just who I am. I don’t see a reason to hide how I feel if it is unnecessary.” You shrug. “But I never thought I’d catch your attention.”

“Prince Shoto Todoroki, heir to the throne in less than two months. You’re the definition of poise and perfection. Your kingdom must be so assured to have an heir like you.” You recited with a sigh.

Shoto cringed at your words, glancing away from you. “Your words are flattering.” He responded flatly.

“Sore spot, got it,” You observed, offering him an apologetic smile. “My apologies.”

That shouldn’t have been the first time anyone had noticed his true feelings.

That shouldn’t have been the first time anyone had acted on it.

“I hear that you’re staying until my coronation.” He said, changing subjects. “So I’m sure to see you in the following weeks?”

“Your father has been most welcoming, but I’m not that big of a fan of his rigid ruling.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Or of him in general.”

Shoto laughed, his first one that night. “You have good judgement.”

“You have a good heart.” You shoot back, nudging him. “I should be off now. Midnight draws near.”

Don’t go, Shoto found himself wishing. It was his first time talking to someone this down to earth, this amusing.

“I will see you again, won’t I?” He asked, watching you walk back into the castle.

You turn around, giving him one final curtsy. When you look up, he sees a smile that makes his breath stutter, and he’s glad he doesn’t have to reply when you wink at him again and reply.

“In due time, Shoto.”

—

Anticipation was a word that took on a new meaning when Shoto learned how it really felt. It was the sensation of your heart pounding as you wait for something you don’t know when will come, and Shoto found it exhilarating because suddenly, Shoto’s world was no longer confined to his day-to-day tasks.

It didn’t mean he liked it, though.

The next time the prince saw you was a week later.

Shoto was never one to walk through the palace gardens, but when he saw you wandering the snowy grounds, he immediately threw on a coat of his own and raced his way there.

Throughout the week, every spare second had him looking out the nearest window, or asking the nearest servant where you had gone.

He’d visited your quarters more than once, and yet, he never found you in it.

Which was what led him to stand in the chattering cold as you observed the flowers of the frosty winter.

“Are you going to spend all your time looking at flowers?” Shoto asked when he realised that he either hadn’t been noticed, or brutally ignored. “Or do I need to ring a bell in order to get your attention?”

“I was wondering when you were going to speak up,” You laughed, standing up to full height before facing him completely. “What brings you here, Shoto?”

He was moments away from berating you. How could you leave him to find you after those dramatic words of promise? Your implication was misguided, and in the end, it resulted in him running around like a headless chicken to search high and low for you.

But that was when you grinned at him. Shoto refused to call it a smile because this was a cheeky grin. It made his anger melt ever so slightly at the raw emotion from under it.

“You should have visited,” Shoto replied, less sourly than he intended. “You can’t just tell me ‘In due time’ and pretend I don’t exist, Y/n—”

“You really think I haven’t tried?” You frowned looking offended. “You’re busier than you look, Your Highness, it’d be easier to find a needle in a haystack than to find you in your maze of a castle!”

Shoto opened his mouth to refute, but no words came out. “That’s…fair.” He said slowly. “But you weren’t exactly easy to track down either, Princess.”

“Oh, getting daring with the nicknames, are we?” You cocked a grin. “In all seriousness, it’s good to see you again. Breaks are beneficial to your mental state, aren’t they?” You look away from him, a smile taking shape on your face again. “On another note, your garden is absolutely enchanting.”

As if to emphasise your point, you leaned down again, inspecting the flowers in front of you. “I suspect these tulips will be very beautiful when they bloom.”

“Flowers aren’t my strong suit,” Shoto admitted. “But I recall a bouquet of tulips we have preserved in the palace if you want them. I think they suit you quite well.”

You raised an inquisitive eyebrow, giving him a curious gaze. “Why do you think that?”

“Well,” Shoto said, plucking a variegated tulip and bringing it to him. “If my memory serves me right, these multicoloured tulips are meant to signify ‘beautiful eyes’.” He handed it to you, eyes never leaving yours. “I think that suits you perfectly.”

Your eyes are the window to your soul, and that was why Shoto could tell by the way they darted away from him….

That you were flustered by his words.

You took it from his hand, forcing yourself to make eye contact with him once more. “They also symbolise true love, Shoto.” You peered at him with wise orbs. “What exactly are you trying to say?”

There was a grin playing at your lips as you collected your nerves, one that made his mind race because now, you had turned the tables on him.

That smile was one he loved to see, filled with genuine feelings all proudly on display. It wasn’t posh, and it wasn’t dignified, but that made it all the more better.

Shoto’s heart thumped loudly in his chest, nervousness like nothing he’d ever felt before beating on him like a drum.

“I don’t know,” He confessed. “But maybe in time, I will.”

[leahazel]

I'm not sure if you're looking for prompts, but if so- affectionate moments meme for your Claude and Kade # 21? Please tell me more about them i am Intrigued

I had an idea for this one almost as soon as you sent in the ask, but it took me this long to get it off the ground. Whoops.

Anyway, here's Claude and Kade, at the very end of week 6. Spoilers, obviously. Prompt 21: A Promise.

Once the Ambassadors' Ball was successfully concluded, with the number of foiled assassinations holding steady at a frankly manageable one, Claude let his social smile drop like a rumpled dinner jacket. His limbs felt heavy, and he was weary to the bone. Contemplating the early morning that he would have tomorrow, let alone the week of negotiations that would follow, was more than he could bear. He had only just enough energy left to meander his way through the dark, quiet, abandoned corridors of the castle until he found his own bed. A brief and troubled night's sleep was still better than none.

All around him, those dark and quiet corridors were closing in. Dark and quiet, but not abandoned. Something--someone--was intruding on his solitude. Having spent the last six hours maintaining a marathon of perfect socialization, Claude was distinctly unamused at the breach into his last peaceful hour.

"Why don't you stop lurking and show yourself?" he asked the impenetrable dark.

A sliver of shadow detached itself from the nighttime hallways, resolving into the dark silhouette of a tall, slim man.

"Oh," said Claude. "You."

"Were you expecting someone else, my lord?" asked Kade, his voice dipping effortlessly into his customary derisive drawl.

"I thought it might be one of the others," said Claude, shrugging with immaculately affected nonchalance. "That strange creature of yours, perhaps, the one wanders about with her little notebook, spying on everyone."

"Oh, her." Kade snorted. "You needn't have worried. She's harmless."

"For a man who values his privacy, you seem to have no notion why anyone else would value their own," said Claude.

Kade snorted again. "Everything you did, said, or thought during the summit was observed and recorded," he said. "You should have known that would be the case, before you ever set foot on my island."

"Your island?" asked Claude, raising an eyebrow.

"It is a sovereign territory, you know," said Kade.

"And you are not its sovereign," Claude pointed out.

Kade laughed softly. "Never change."

"I wasn't planning on it," said Claude, baffled.

Kade nodded once, sharply.

"Is that what you came here for?" asked Claude. "To tell me not to change?"

"Perhaps I came to congratulate you on a successful endeavor," suggested Kade cryptically.

"The Ambassadors' Ball, you mean?" asked Claude.

Kade shrugged, a ripple in the night's darkness. "Did you accomplish some other great feat today, perhaps?" He sighed and took a step forward, narrowing the distance between them. "Can't you keep yourself out of danger, my lord, not even for the space of one week?"

"It would seem not," he answered. "I suppose that I'm just hopeless, that way."

"Tomorrow the negotiations begin in earnest," said Kade.

"I'm aware," he replied dryly.

"Right," said Kade. "And since you're nearly out of time, do try to stay alive a little bit longer. It would be a shame for you to come so close to achieving your goals, and then fall short of the mark."

"What do you know about my goals?" he demanded, with a creeping suspicion.

Kade took another step closer, until the trace of distant candlelight gleamed in his silver hair and his icy smile. "I was there when you gave your great speech. Far in the back, behind the rapt audience of your fellow delegates, but I heard everything. Don't you want to secure your place in the history books, Lord Claude?"

"I told you not to call me that," said Claude quietly.

"By what name, then, do you mean to be remembered?" asked Kade.

"By a name that I earn for myself," he answered without hesitation.

"A name and a reputation of your own invention," said Kade thoughtfully. "How un-aristocratic of you."

"All right," said Claude, crossing his arms. "You've said your piece, and delivered your back-handed compliments. Are you done? Only it's late, and as you rightly pointed out, I have a long day ahead of me, tomorrow."

Kade sighed. "I will miss this, you know. Our little verbal sparring matches. There are so few others on this island who are able to keep pace with me, and fewer still inclined."

"Shocking," said Claude dryly. "If that will be all?"

"One more thing," said Kade, his smile fading. "One thing I need you to remember, before we part for the night."

"Oh?" said Claude, stepping closer.

Kade gripped his face suddenly by the chin. Leaning close until his whispered words were just a breath of warm, honeyed breath, he said, "Remember who you are, and who you are not."

"…What?" said Claude, taken aback.

He tried to step away, but Kade held fast.

"No, listen to me," said Kade, leaning in until their noses were almost touching, whispering furiously. "No matter how hard it is, remember what you came here to do."

Claude snorted. "I came here to look out for myself and secure my future."

"I seem to recall you saying otherwise," said Kade.

"I lied," said Claude bluntly.

"Really?" asked Kade, dropping his hand abruptly. "Is that why you worked so hard to see Imogen acquitted?"

He bit his cheek. "What's your point?"

Kade drew a deep breath, like a runner preparing for a race. "During the negotiations, people will come to you with offers, as they have before. If you want to write your name in the book of the living, you must choose to do what's right, and not what is easy. As you have before."

He stiffened. "And how do you know all of this?"

"I know everything that goes on in this castle," said Kade. "I know every secret that you think you've uncovered, and more besides. I know what demands the ambassadors will make during the negotiations, and what concessions they're willing to make. I know that you've been skulking in the shadows, trying to learn our secrets. And I know that you danced the last dance of the ball with the Princess of Hise."

"She's just a friend," said Claude automatically, before he remembered that he owed no explanation for whom he danced with.

"Remember who your friends are," said Kade, stepping back and already melting into the shadows, "and who your enemies are."

"And which one are you?" he asked impulsively.

He could hear his soft laugh fading as he disappeared, for once, more amused than derisive.

[psychedelic-ink]

Also the way you write Santi is just mind blowing.

I was thinking 'I've never done this before 'and possibly anal. I literally envision his face like the gif because he wants to make it so good for you and he's so turned on you want to try it and trust him enough to do that for you

awww thank you <33 it makes me so happy to hear that you enjoy my writing, and yes, that's the exact face he would make, excellent gif usage

prompt list: #51 “i've never done this before”

trust me

pairing: santiago "pope" garcia x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 0.7k

summary: You trust Santi enough to want to try something new.

warnings: established relationship, first time anal fingering, brief piv at the beginning, praise

MLISTS .  LIBRARY.

You find it easy to be bare and vulnerable in front of Santiago, for the most part at least. 

He grunts and pushes deeper, his cock hitting deeper than it ever has before. His hands feel large on your ass, he pulls your cheeks apart, and you moan at the amplified feeling of the drag of his cock. You claw at the sheets and scream his name into the pillow. You hear the smile in his voice. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” he groans. “Fucking perfect.” 

A wet sound follows —you imagine him sucking on his fingers, another moan ripples through you— and you feel the wet pad of his thumb on your puckered hole. You jump with surprise and clench around him. Santiago hisses and his hips stutter forward. 

“Sorry sorry,” he says sheepishly. “Should've warned you. My bad,” 

You breathe heavily. Sweat uncomfortably clings to your skin as slick drips down your thighs, you’re still in the depths of your arousal. It’s not that you didn’t like it, or thought about it, but you never trusted anyone enough to try it out with. It was completely unknown to you, the area not even touched by yourself. When you let out a sigh it comes out in parts, your chest heaves. You feel his hands stroking up your back, soon his lips touch between your shoulder blades, and a pleasant tingle rushes up your spine. 

“Sorry,” he mutters again, the apology seeping into your skin. 

“It’s—It’s not like it didn’t feel good. It’s just well—” a burst of nervous laughter drops from your lips. Santiago waits patiently for your words, decorating your back with soft kisses. “I’ve never done it before. I’m a bit nervous,” 

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says. “But if you do, I promise to make it feel good for you,” 

“Y–Yeah okay,” you nod. “I trust you.” 

The way you said it; your voice so soft and trembling, it makes something awaken in Santiago. The sudden need to protect you from the world overwhelms him. He wants to make you feel good, wants to show you all the ways you can feel pleasure. You trust him in a way that no one has before. His head spins at the thought. 

He pulls out — playfully slapping the meat of your ass when you whine at the loss— and he opens one of the drawers and rummages through it. He finds a small bottle of lube. The bed dips underneath his weight as he crawls back to you, your ass is still obediently in the air, waiting for him. 

“I’ll start with my fingers,” he says softly. “Tell me when you need to stop okay?” 

“Okay, yeah,” 

His cock weeps as he pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. Placing the bottle, he brushes his fingers against it, you take a sharp inhale and tense. He smoothes his hand over the small of your back, this calms you. 

“Relax baby, I’m going to go slow,” 

You nod and he slowly pushes the tip of his forefinger, he watches wide-eyed as you ripple and moan. Precum drips down the length of his cock. He swallows, hard. Santiago holds himself still until you gently start to fuck yourself till the first knuckle. You needily groan, he can feel the heat radiating off of you. 

“More—” you choke on air. “Feels so good,” 

Santiago pushes all the way to the second knuckle and wiggles his finger, your jaw tightens. The sounds you make are animalistic, desperate almost. You’re a whimpering mess by the time he starts to thrust his finger in and out, your legs spread and he adds another finger. 

You see spots hovering across your sight when Santiago snakes his arm around your waist and starts to draw short, quick circles around your clit. Your skin is damp, heat and pleasure coursing through your veins as you feel his fingers deep inside you. 

When you come it’s the most intense feeling, your body collapses, and trembles. Santiago pulls out his fingers, his lips find the side of your chin, and his teeth gently nip at the skin. 

“I think that’s enough for today,” he says, voice hoarse. “You did very good for me.” 

You hum, a smile blossoming on your lips. He says something else but you can’t hear him as sleep makes your eyelids heavy. 

When you wake up you’re clean, wrapped in a cozy blanket with Santiago’s chest flushed against your back. 

[coldresolve]

Moneymakers, pt.xxii // Fallout

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He floats in a sea of smoke, sometimes dreaming, sometimes not, and he’s never quite sure which is which. Lead solders have replaced his bones, he’s wrapped in a shroud of velvet and silk. Suspended and heavy, soft and senseless.

Distantly, on the outskirts of his awareness, a voice carries through like driftwood bobbing along the surface of the ocean. Every once in a while, it dips under and becomes muddled, loses meaning, only to resurface with a staggering clarity that’s equally as difficult to process. He doesn’t try to understand. Just lets it orbit around him like a harmless insect.

“Renee,” the voice says, followed by a touch on his shoulder. Then it’s gone again.

Breathing is so easy. It’s all smoke to him, all milky white fog, he can feel it spreading out from his lungs to feed his fingers and toes with a slight tingle. He’s pretty sure his mouth is open, there’s no resistance. His body is a prism, parting pale light into colors.

The driftwood voice bops back up to the surface. “—fucking eyes, I don’t have all day.”

It sounds so harsh. Renee twists his body around, turning his face away from the voice. “Nnnnnnngrrrh,” he says into his pillow. The feeling of the duvets fabric on his bare skin is so pleasant.

“Do I really have to douse you with cold water or something?”

At last, Renee is mostly conscious. He lets his eyes peer up from the pillow, not hiding his lazy disdain. “Get th’ fuck outta my room,” he grumbles.

“I’m leaving for a few hours. Conrad is sick. You’re on your best behavior, you hear me?”

Renee grunts, rolling onto his back. One hand rubs the sleep from his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost one,” Davin says.

Renee lets his hand drop, letting out a long breath. “I’m still high,” he mutters groggily.

Davin rolls his eyes and leaves the room. He doesn’t shut the door behind him.

It takes Renee a good ten minutes of staring up into the ceiling before he has gathered up the energy to push himself off the bed. By then, he’s heard the front door go, and the house is filled with a silence that would be awfully nice to sleep in. He sniffs a line to wake himself up a little, staggering out into the hallway with heavy footfalls, a bitter taste on the back of his throat, still shirtless from bed. A quick piss and a smoke, that’s all that’s on his mind. That’s his survival until the snow takes effect.

In the bathroom, he gets stuck staring at himself in the mirror. The tousled white-blond hair with dark brown roots growing in, the hint of circles under his eyes, the tired, hooded lids, the stubble on his chin. There’s marks on his torso from the folds in the fabric of his duvet, snaking up his chest and arms, blending in with his tattoos. He looks at his hands. He thinks about putting a gun in his own mouth and pulling the trigger. Frowns at his reflection. “Thanks for that,” he tells it. Then he walks out.

It’s so stupid. He should be in a celebratory mood, given how well that last stream did. Their little fake-out seems to have skyrocketed their viewer base. Fifteen thousand people is a damn decent crowd. And Renee knows it, on an intellectual level, but still finds himself numb to the numbers, as if they’re incomprehensible. As if they have nothing to do with his work.

Maybe it’s just the drugs.

By the time he is done smoking, another high than that of the pills is starting to take effect. The faint dizziness subsides, replaced by a sharpening of his senses, the feeling of a heavy weight becoming much easier to shoulder. He plops down in an armchair in the living room, leg bouncing with the sudden burst of excess energy. As he sets up a first person shooter, he decides that today will have to be one of those days where he does what he wants, when he wants it, with no thought of ought-tos or who cares, lest the thought of banging his head into a wall until his rotten brain is exposed becomes a little too alluring.

An hour or so of uneventful gameplay later, long after the rush has worn off, Renee gets a nosebleed. He doesn’t notice it at first, doesn’t fully recognize the feeling of warmth trailing over his lips, until the bitter taste of blood fills his mouth, and he looks down at the stain on his shirt. “Ah, shit,” he mutters, cupping his hand under his chin.

He gets up, rushing past the dining table and into the kitchen area, where he rips a few paper towels off the roll and haphazardly presses them to his face.

There’s a cough behind him.

He spins around, fist clenched around the bloody tissue, ready to lash out if need be, until he sees Conrad’s form clutching his hands to his chest, entirely unthreatening.

“Jesus! Don’t fucking sneak up on people,” Renee hisses.

“Sorry,” Conrad says faintly. “I just…” He frowns. “Is that blood?”

Renee eyes the stained paper towels in his fist. “Just a nosebleed,” he says, pressing them back under his nose. “What do you want?”

Conrad steps, a little uncertainly. “Just… some water,” he mutters.

“All yours.” Renee points to the cupboard with glasses, then pulls the towel from his face, coiling up a clean end to stick in the offending nostril, tilting his head back.

Conrad seems under the weather, and Davin did say he was sick. There’s something odd about the way he breathes, a faint wheezing sound in his throat for every shallow inhale. It sounds painful, almost, as if it’s a strain. He has to pause to catch his breath after getting a glass, as if the mere act of reaching up into the cupboard winded him.

The more Renee looks at him, the worse he appears. Dark circles under his eyes, fading bruises and scarring wounds poking out under the sleeves of his t-shirt, the bloody abrasions on his wrists that never seem to get to heal. He’s pale as a ghost, skinny to the point where a better man than Renee might have shown concern over it alone. A dot of red has seeped through the newest bandage on his right hand. He fills his glass, and Renee doesn’t overlook the way he takes a few steps away from him to drink.

It's one thing to think about the aftermath in theory, and a whole other, he realizes, to stand a few feet away from it, staring at your own handiwork, the cursed product of your labor. Reality always hits harder.

“I’m sorry,” Renee says, compulsively. It just stumbles its own way out of his mouth.

Conrad freezes, gaze fixed to the floor. His hand grips the glass hard enough for his fingers to turn white. 

Renee clears his throat. “For losing it a bit yesterday, I mean. I shouldn’t have…” He trails off.

Conrad doesn’t look at him for a long time. When he finally does, his expression has hardened. “An apology is the, the last thing I want from you,” he tells him quietly. His voice hitches a little. Then he markedly looks away again.

Renee nods. “Fair enough,” he mutters. “Yeah, that’s…”

His half-chuckle doesn’t ease the tension in the air in the slightest.

Nodding to himself, he decides to carry on as if it doesn’t exist at all, fiddling with the paper towel in his hands, wiping down his nose for the last remnants of blood. He discards it in the wastebin under the sink, then plies a clean piece from the roll, double-checking to make sure the bleeding has stopped.

When Conrad silently goes back to his room, Renee can’t quite place the feeling that’s left in his wake, but he thinks it might be relief. He leans on the sink for a while, closing his eyes, letting his thoughts circle death and gore and mayhem until the nauseous feeling in the back of his throat has subsided.

What’s up with him today? It can’t just be the drugs, can it? Coke crashes can be rough, but maybe this one is just uncharacteristically hard on his mood. Maybe if he crushed up a molly…

He’s taken out of his thoughts by the sound of a coughing fit in the far end of the house, vague behind closed doors. From the sink, he can’t see the door to Conrad’s room open, but he hears it go. Hears sluggish but hurried footfalls, hears another being pushed open, and Conrad’s coughs take on that ephemeral echoing quality that sound gets in bathrooms.

Reluctantly, Renee walks to the hallway, rounding the entrance to the bathroom just in time to see Conrad folded over the toilet bowl, coughing, and retching into it, whole body shaking.

The image is similar enough to that of Conrad bent over the lip of the basin upstairs that for a moment, it’s all Renee can think about. Holding him down as he struggled. The way he twitched.

Once it’s clear that nothing is coming up, Conrad breathlessly sits back on his haunches, one hand pressed to the wall for support. His breathing comes rapid and shallow, making that faint wheezing sound in his throat. He looks up at Renee with utter exhaustion painted on his face, wincing slightly. His cheeks are flushed with color. He doesn’t say anything.

Renee purses his lips. “You’re really not feeling great, are you?”

Conrad wordlessly shakes his head, looking away.

It’s not hard to imply causality.

The moment Conrad stands back up, he gets a distant look in his eyes. Swaying, he takes a step back in an attempt to regain his balance, but then his eyes glaze over, and he tilts his head back, and his knees buckle.

Renee barely manages to lunge forward and catch him by the arm to halt his fall – by the time he gets a proper grip, Conrad is completely limp, half-lying on the bathroom tiles, half-leaned against Renee’s shins, head lolling.

“Shit, Connie,” Renee mutters as he lowers him the rest of the way down, laying him on his back. He takes a few steps away from the unconscious figure. Blinks down at it. Feels a little awkward, as he finds his gaze wandering the room, as if searching for anything that might help in this situation.

What are you supposed to do when someone passes out?

Renee pulls out his phone and punches in Davin’s number. As he waits for an answer, the dial tone loud in his ear, he crouches down next to Conrad. With one free hand, he manages to roll the guy onto his side, not missing how utterly hot and clammy his skin is to the touch. 

Rustling on the other end of the line, and then Davin’s voice is stern in his ears. “Kind of in the middle of something, man.”

“Yeah, but, uh,” Renee says, straightening back up. “I think Conrad is sick. Uh, I’m not just talking about the cough, I think it’s worse than that.”

There’s a long pause before Davin responds. “Okay…”

“He passed out,” Renee adds.

“When?”

“Just now. He’s on the floor.” Renee nudges at Conrad with his foot for emphasis. Not that Davin can see it. “His breathing is weird.”

“Weird how?”

“I dunno,” Renee says. “Quick...? It just sounds weird, okay?”

Davin lets out a long breath. “Get him back to bed, I’ll be back in a bit.” And he hangs up.

Renee curses, looking back down at Conrad. Eyes closed, face flushed with fever, his brow is furrowed as if he’s in pain.

Rolling his shoulders, Renee crouches back down to him, easing one arm behind the back of his shoulders, the other under his knees. Conrad stirs a little as Renee picks him up, letting out a small sound of discomfort, head rolling back. Even while unconscious, he keeps his impaled hand vaguely cupped in the other, guarded.

Renee carries him bridal style from the bathroom, pushing the door to the guest bedroom open with his back, wondering at the amount of heat radiating from the other being, even through the layers of both of their clothes.

Once again, as he’s lowering the limp figure onto the bed, Conrad stirs, eyes fluttering, trying to open. He lets out a moan, and his hand reaches up to grasp the fabric of Renee’s shirt.

Renee gently pries his shirt free, laying Conrad’s arm back down on his chest with the other, where it rises and falls with his quick, staccato breathing.

When Conrad’s eyes finally open for real, he blinks around, disoriented. He catches Renee’s gaze, seemingly too tired to really frown. “Wh…?”

“You blacked out for a bit,” Renee tells him. “Uh, no biggie, just, y’know…” He clears his throat. “Try to sleep, yeah?”

Conrad blinks at him for a moment, seemingly lost in the meaning of his words, before he settles back down into the bed, curling around himself. He looks absurdly small like that, small and strangely fragile.

Somewhat awkwardly, Renee pulls the duvet over his wiry frame and steps back.

What’s he supposed to do now? Would it be risky to leave him to sleep on his own? What if the guy vomits in his sleep and chokes on it and fucking dies? Good luck explaining that one to Davin.

After a quick smoke outside, and a quick trip to the fridge, Renee sits down with a cold beer on the guest bedroom’s desk, pulls out his phone, and settles into his bedside vigil.

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[aloeboba]

6:32PM

A/N: I was looking through my notes and found some old writing and I thought this was pretty good so here it is :]

Warning: Kisses, rarepair ships (?)

University/College AU/No Quirks/Modern Setting/Naps :3

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Mina maneuvers the plain silver key into the bolt lock on the door, jiggling the knob and shoving the door until it roughly opened. She didn’t mean for it to swing wide open like it did but she was tired and barely had the strength to even open the darn thing.

Hitoshi had called the landlords time and time again to get it fixed but so far no news about the old door getting dealt with. It’s okay, she thinks. Just a little workout.

She dragged her feet across the floor, about to announce herself when suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her middle, catching her in a crushing hug.

Mina drops her bag to the floor to get a better grasp on his tall frame. “Baby, what’s wrong?” She mumbles against his chest.

“Tired.” He nuzzles his face into her hair.

She basked in his warm embrace for a few more moments before attempting to pull away. “Love, please let go.”

He loosens his grip a bit so she can slink away. Mina finally closed the door and took off her heavy coat and scarf then her shoes before grabbing onto her boyfriend again in an even tighter hug than before.

Hitoshi took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of her jasmine shampoo and the faintest bit of hair spray as she presses her cheek against his sternum.

Today they had both taken the long shift at work against their will and it just so happened to be on the same day with neither of them even having the time to call each other. “How was you’re day?” Mina whispered.

“Long. A lot of people.” He worked in retail A.K.A the average introvert’s worst nightmare. Hitoshi nudged her to let her know to continue.

“I just about snapped 10 times today.” She let out a heavy sigh. “I’m so tired. My feet are killing me.”

It physically pained Hitoshi to remove himself from her but he did anyways, guiding her to the couch where she tangled herself around him like a koala. He rested his head on hers and rubbed his thumb up and down her bicep. “Too much human interaction.” Hitoshi grumbles. “Are you hungry?” He kisses the top of her head.

“Mm-hm.” She hums. “Let’s just order something, yeah?”

“Mm.”

By the time the food actually got there, Hitoshi was sleeping right on top of Mina with his face snuggled into the crook of her neck, and the former also snoozing away. A knock on the the door echoed through the mostly empty apartment, immediately waking the couple up.

Mina nudged him with her shoulder. “Food’s here.”

“Two more minutes...” his voice is coated with drowsy sleep.

She haphazardly wipes drool from her chin and begins to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Baby, it’ll get cold.”

Hitoshi groans as she continues to nudge him. “Come on,”

He finally sits up on his elbows and dips down to kiss the side of her mouth before almost losing his balance trying to get up to the door. Mina follows suit and waddles after him. He closes the door with his foot and holds the large plastic bag in one hand as she slides an arm around his neck and kisses his lips. The sleepy boy leaned into her touch, Mina holding it long enough to slip the bag from him. “you just wanted first grabs...” he grumbles when she moves back to the couch and carefully puts the food on the coffee table.

“But you’re so slow!” She complains. “You’re like a grandfather, you’d take forever to get back to the couch.”

He scowls as he sits next to her and she begins to dig around to pull boxes out. “By the time you would actually get here, the food would be so cold.” She teases him.

“Shut up.” He mumbles against her skin where his lips are now puckered, kissing her cheek.

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[thedeepwinter]

Letter 010

 23.0103 | Parañaque, PHL

Dear Ciel,

Let me tell you a story of a magnificent woman this world ought to learn from.

Born as the eldest of 12 siblings. She lived her childhood days with a silver-spoon. Their house was built beside the bay, with a back balcony stairs that will give your feet the soft warmth of the sand as you view the glistening horizon in front of you. She grew up full of grace, as her mom taught her everything there is to know for a proper lady especially as the eldest. Naturally, her siblings adored her, relied on her, for her warmth that radiates just as the sun grows on you even if it blinds you. However, she likely adored her father as she followed his shadow even as she grew up as a lady working for her father's company as a treasurer.

One day, at church, her eyes met with a lad her age. He had this soft curls that she thought almost contrast his sharp look and stern persona. He wasn't friendly entirely, he appears as someone who'd start a fight just because. But, those curls, and how his smile seemed more gentle than the dew drops after a summer rain, something about these characteristics of his gave just enough charm for her to be captivated so much so she sought to remember his name.

The next time they saw each other, was on a lazy afternoon, when the sisters coaxed her into dipping into the ocean for a change of scenery from all her house-lessons. She rarely went out, so her skin gave the palest porcelain glow in contrast from her full velvet blue swimsuit. And there he was once again, the times they both stole shy glances from one another, she could not count but the memory has burned at the back of her mind.

When a time came he visited her at her home, they have long been acquainted with each other that even her youngest sister felt almost close as family to him as well to be lingering around where the two would stay and talk. At some point, the young lad thought the little one had slipped away, he took the chance to kiss the eldest on her cheek. But even before the lady could react, the youngest started announcing to the whole family household what had happened, "he kissed her! He kissed manay!", running around like a siren, shouting the sweetest tease.

Well, my dear, Ciel. In those days, the tradition follows an almost ridiculous belief about a kiss even if it was an accident or a joke. And they followed that, they went ahead and got married. But you see, their fairytale had its twists and turns. There's a reason why I haven't written it down. I wanted to be as accurate as I can, with no other distractions pending to derail me. Like now.

I would love to tell you more about them. One night, Sky mentioned how he grew up with his parents reading him bedtime stories. I wondered why it wasn't like that in my household, and partially I blamed how my parents were never exactly there to have the time to read.

Then, I remembered. Although that's the case, growing up with Ma and Pa, they didn't read us bedtime stories either. Considering the number of blackouts, whenever the kerosene lamps where lit up, my siblings and I would start fixing up the mosquito nets on our beds, one twin-size beside another queen-size bed. The five of us would fit there, from left to right, it would be Ate Khy, Papa, me, Mama, and Toto. Oh, the sixth one would be Potchi slowly circling until she settles in a curled bun beside my feet away from Mama so she won't be let out of the bed. When we're complete, that's when the stories begin.

Our topics would be... From the adventures Papa had at the sea, or about the new project around the house. In Mama's case, she loved telling stories about Mommy when she was our age. If not, it would be their love story, how they met, found love, and stayed in love. Or stories of other family relatives, her siblings or Papa's siblings. Our version of bedtime stories were never about dragons or princesses. They were filled with real-life passion, growth, reverence, faith. I guess, there'd be moments Papa would tell us about ghostly-encounters or he'd share one of his favorite daily quips. But most of their stories breathed air, ran blood; theirs had a heart.

That's what I am hoping to pass on to you, dear child. Just as Mama had lost no second to remind us of ––– our beating hearts, and its capability to love and feel everything. And as powerful as a heartbeat, as resilient as hers, and as gentle as her kind of warmth. May you choose to love despite. Never because, or out of pity even. May you recognize love when you've laid eyes on them. Let's both not let the frost devour our hearts to surrender and be preserved for eternity's liberty to decay. 

Allow your heart to break for what breaks His. It's the only kind of pain that will teach you to be humble in a certain way so you'd understand better. There is a certain grace in feeling pain, dear child. We feel not to let it consume us, nor to delude ourselves that eventually the feeling will change on its own. My child, I'm sorry it doesn't work that way.

Just as what I told Sky, eventually, we will all need to mourn and grieve our loss. Not so we can wallow in our own regrets. Not to search for a way to forget. There's a reason why others call it a day of remembrance. We try to remember how they lived amongst us. We share the laughter, the pieces of warmth they left behind. I wish we lived in that culture. I think I understand why Sky prefers the living to celebrate instead of grieving. Like welcoming of a birth of a child. But for me, I couldn't agree that death meant I have to say goodbye. In a way, I find it difficult to find an ounce of energy to celebrate parting. 

I pray, as much as my heart remembers, as my mind slips a clip or two, images of our memories inside that house... I pray He'd let me pass it on to you as you create an image of your own. May you carry a piece of her light with you, dearest Ciel. As for me, I'll try to retrace her footsteps as much as I can. Her steps that kept leading back to him, and through time to Him. I will try to listen to her advice. I will not let it turn to stone, not again. I will continue walking with Him until He leads me to him if that is indeed His will, just as she had long placed her faith on. Their love will continue to live on through me, as I live and breathe.

May you learn love like the one this blessed couple built and cherished together, Ciel.

Yours truly,

M

[bi-bard]

A Kind Act - Jake Imagine (Sweetbitter)

Title: A Kind Act

Pairing: Jake (Sweetbitter) X Reader

Word Count: 1,284 words

Warning(s): cussing, mention of bad parents

Summary: After (Y/n)'s night takes a twist for the worst; Jake shows a side of him that (Y/n) never thought they'd ever see.

Author's Note: I needed something soft.

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I was never one to just run off without getting all of my work done.

That must've been why Jake followed me outside.

I was in the middle of trying to stop myself from crumbling into a pile of sobs on the street. My arms wrapped around myself as I frantically sniffled and tried to wipe away my tears.

"(Y/n)?"

I jumped away from the wall, looking at Jake.

"Are you crying," he asked.

I just shrugged and forced a chuckle. What was I gonna do? Say no?

"Do you... Do you need something?"

I scoffed. "Is it too late for you to make me a really strong drink?"

He frowned. "I'd feel like shit if I gave you booze and sent you to walk home all by yourself."

"Fuck off then," I snapped, sadness and disappointment turned to anger. One thing. I wanted one thing.

"I'm walking you home."

"No, no-"

"You are clearly upset," he stopped me. "Let me walk you home and make sure that you're safe."

I wiped my eyes again before finally nodding.

We started walking in silence. I was ready to ignore him until I got home.

"Come here," he stretched out his arm. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I don't like standing here like an ass while you walk with me and cry."

I stepped over and let him pull me into his side. I rested my head against his shoulder. It was nice. Normal. Jake and I weren't terrible to each other, but we weren't the closest people in the world. Still, I felt nothing strange about relaxing against his shoulder.

We didn't speak again until we got to my door. He was about to leave me alone when I stopped him.

"Stay," I said. I hadn't thought about it until the word made it out of my mouth. When it did, I felt like an idiot as I dropped his arm. "I'm sorry. You're probably tired. You're still in your work stuff. Probably busy. You can just leave-"

"I'll stay."

"What?"

"I'll stay," he repeated. "You... seem like you need it."

I nodded before letting him walk inside.

The rest of the night almost seemed blurry. He tried to ask what was wrong, but I didn't want to talk about it. He muttered something about me being stubborn but dropped the subject. I ended up curled into his side in my bed. Any other day, I would've wondered why I did it, but that night, I was just happy to have the comfort.

I was confused when I woke up the next day to the other side of the bed empty. The confusion would only last for a matter of moments. I fell into a state of acceptance in a matter of moments.

One nice moment didn't mean anything. I had to accept that eventually.

But not today.

I questioned that acceptance when I heard muffled talking outside the door. I couldn't make out what was being said. I knew it was one voice thought. And that it seemed like an argument.

I jumped a little when the door opened again. Jake stopped in the doorway when he saw that I was awake. He leaned on the frame.

"Sorry," he said. "Did I wake you up?"

I shook my head. "No, no."

"Good."

There was an awkward pause before I spoke up again, “Who was on the phone?”

He raised his eyebrow at me.

“That’s none of my business-“

“Simone.”

“Oh.”

“Apparently, I’m an ass for making sure you got home safe and staying here with getting clearance from her,” he explained.

I just nodded. I didn't want to give my personal opinion on Simone.

He let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Are you off then,” I asked.

He lifted his head up to look at me. “Do you want me to go?”

“No.”

A small smirk pulled at his lips. I turned my head away from him, pretending like I was looking at the view from my window. My response was way too fast. I felt like an idiot.

I heard him walking over. I felt the mattress dip. He tugged the covers over his legs.

“I’m sorry for last night,” I muttered, looking at him again. “For being an ass.”

“You were upset.”

"I was still an ass."

“I forgive you, alright?”

I nodded.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

"My parents were meant to come visit," I explained. "They were meant to show up today because I didn't have to work. They called last night and canceled last minute."

I looked down at my hands.

"I don't think they had any intentions of coming. They just lied to try and protect me."

"I'm sorry," Jake said.

He reached over and laid his hand on mine when I didn't

"Want me to make you breakfast?"

"Excuse me," I chuckled. "You want to make me breakfast?"

"You sound shocked considering we did spend the night in the same bed."

"I thought you hated me," I replied. "I'm shocked you're here at all."

"You didn't think that I hated you."

"I assumed you hated everyone."

"Why," he asked.

"I don't know," I furrowed my eyebrows as I turned on my spot, now facing him. "It feels dumb now that I think about it."

He nodded as his thumb grazed over my knuckle.

"Sorry."

"Stop doing that."

"Apologizing?"

"You apologize for everything."

"I do not."

"Yes, you do."

"You are so full of shit-"

"I watched someone spill their drink on you and you apologized."

I paused for a moment. "Maybe you've got a point."

"I know."

"Shut up."

"Not my thing."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

We fell into a silence soon after. It was like everything that needed to be said had been said. I stared down at our hands. It was such a natural motion. Was that because I had asked him to stay over last night or was this inevitable?

"I never got close to hating you," Jake explained. "Quite the opposite."

"Is that so," I asked.

It was meant to be teasing, but my tone fell apart as he shifted closer to me. It felt like I had been frozen for a moment as he moved. It wasn't until I felt his breath brush my skin that I seemed to snap back into focus.

“Wait,” I muttered. “Wait, wait, wait.”

“What,” he asked, still inches from my lips. “What is it?”

“If something happens here,” I pointed between the two of us, “then it needs to be just us. I don’t want this to be some open thing. I… I can’t do that.”

A small grin formed on his face. “I thought you were going to ask me for something ridiculous.”

"So, you're... you're okay with that?"

"God, yes," he muttered.

I smiled at him for a moment before he leaned forward to finally close the distance. His lips moved against mine like we had kissed a hundred times before. It was all so natural. He had one hand cupping the back of my head while the other resting on the mattress next to me. My hands touched his sides.

I pulled away, almost feeling overwhelmed by the kiss. Mind racing, heart about to jump out of my chest, my breath unsteady.

I was only an inch away, maybe. Jake didn't seem to want me to move very far away.

"Stay," he said softly, lips moving to trace my jaw.

"I am," I replied, leaning back to look him in the eye.

I moved back to rest my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his torso.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"Trust me, it was my pleasure."

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Play Away: Prologue

Fandom: My Hero Academia. Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Cheating. Word Count: 1.9k.

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Bakugo is soaked. The soft spikes of his hair have wilted and stuck to his head, marking rough triangles out on his skin. Despite the rain dampening his clothes, you can still make out the dark patches of sweat spreading from under his arm-pits and across his chest below his collarbones.

'Did you run here?'

He doesn't wait for you to open the door properly and invite him in. Instead, he throws his palm against the wood and forces his way into the hallway. Pausing momentarily in the cramped junction of your one-bedroomed apartment, he just about manages to toe off his shoes before he's off again, striding away from you and vanishing into the kitchen.

You frown and shut the door. There's a small puddle on the hardwood where he's dripped onto the floor and you make a note to clean it later, after you've found out what's got him so wound-up, he's been driven to jog to your apartment at almost half-ten at night.

Following down the hallway, you poke your head into the kitchen and find him hunched over the sink. His arms are braced either side of it, his head dipped as he lets the rain drip from his hair into the metal basin.

'You're drenched.' Coming up behind him, you reach out and feel the wet material of his hoodie with your fingers. You pull at him. 'Give me these and I'll wash them.' Crossing the kitchen, you crack open the washing machine and pluck a washing tablet from the counter before chucking it in. 'You've still got some joggers upstairs I think.'

The faint aroma of linen fills the room as you pour a healthy dose of fabric softener into the washing machines draw and push it closed with a click. You've used the good fabric softener. The stuff you bought because his mum uses it, because it makes everything smell like him.

It's always been like this. The domesticity of it is almost sickening, but falling into it had been easy. Everything is easy with Bakugo, despite what everyone else might think. Turning your back on the machine, you look him over. 'You'll catch cold if you're not careful and you know the guys won't let you live it down.'

He grinds his teeth, jaw clenching painfully as he focuses on the steady drip-drip-drip of the water that falls from his hair into the sink. He hasn't heard a word that you're saying. He knows you're taking. He can hear the faint melody of your voice in the background of his thoughts, but it's not quite loud enough to break through.

'Katsuki?' You lean back against the counter and fold your arms, tucking your hands into your elbows. 'Has something happened?' Something heavy settles itself in your stomach. Your Baku-reading skills are second to none and nothing of what he's giving you now is good news. The thing in your stomach squirms making you want to throw it up, but it stills suddenly when he turns his head to look at you.

He's crying. The tears haven't yet breached his eyelids. They swim below the sun of his iris' and rest there, trapped in his lash-line.

'Oh, baby.' You're at his side in an instant. His shoulder is sticky and cold when you press your cheek to it. The cold only spreads when you wrap your arms around him and squeeze as tightly as you can. Slipping under one of his arms, you re-orient yourself in front of him so you can cling to his chest. You can hear the beating of his heart through the material of his hoodie. It's rhythmic, but quick. Too quick. Letting your hand slip down his back, ghosting over the thick strips of muscle below his shoulder blades, you fiddle with the hem of his hoodie and carefully begin to peel it away from his skin. 'Let's get you out of this, yeah?’

'I -.' His voice cracks and he regrets trying to speak at all. Dropping his head into the crook of your neck, he clamps his eyes shut and tries to focus on the way you feel. You’re warm and solid and for a moment, the thoughts in his head are quiet.

You kiss his neck, just below his ear where he likes it and he shivers at your touch. 'Let me take this off,' you whisper.

His moment of peace shatters. He can't keep this up. 'No.'

You pull back just as he does. Eyebrows furrowing, you stare at him hoping that the next words out of his mouth will dispel the growing unease infesting your insides. 'Katsuki, what's wrong?'

'Kiri -.' He looks frantic. His face contorts, eyebrows dipping, mouth pulling downwards as he chokes on his words. The tears lingering in his eyes are shining now, brightening his iris' and causing the blood vessels in his sclera to pop.

'Katsuki, you're worrying me.' You've never seen him like this before and it causes the muscles in your stomach to tighten as if they're trying to crush the panic bubbling there.

Hauling in a breath through his nose, he locks every muscle in his body to stop him from walking out, or collapsing onto the floor. He looks at you, at the way you're staring at him, at the way he can tell you already know that something is wrong, really wrong. It sends a surge of sickness through him. 'Kirishima...' He breaths through the sentence, forcing down the bile that rises in his throat. 'Kirishima kissed me.'

The sentence hits you oddly. You're even tempted to laugh, but the look on Bakugo's face stops you. It's the tightening pulse of his jaw as he clenches and unclenches it repeatedly to ground himself that tells you there's something else, something more, something you're not going to find funny. You swallow. 'He kissed you?'

He nods. The way your lips part releasing a silent gasp makes his chest hurt, but he owes you an explanation. He knows that much. ‘When we met up with the old gang - It, it was just us waiting for a taxi and he – he just... Kissed me.'

You tilt your head. The thing in your stomach stirs again and promptly gets to work mashing up your insides. Taking a step back, you chew the inside of your cheek. 'Did you kiss him back?' Bakugo's eyes drop from yours in an instant and you have your answer. Your chest constricts painfully. 'Have you -.'

He cuts you off. 'This is the first time it's happened.'

Suddenly, the ground under your feet feels uneven. The question claws its way out of your throat despite the sudden emptiness blooming in your chest. 'Do you like him?'

'I don't know,' He mumbles because it's true. The guilt in his stomach clenches, knocking the air out of his lungs. 'I'm so fucking sorry.'

A solitary tear breaches his lid and you resist the sudden urge to laugh again. The emptiness has allowed a subtle anger to build inside of you, one that only gets worse when you see the panic thaw in his eyes and melt to shame.

It's the shame that gives him away. If it was just a kiss, he would have laughed it off, made a joke of it, but he hasn't. 'Well, you kissed him back.'

'My heads a mess, okay – I -.'

'You what, Katsuki? You've just told me that you kissed Kirishima. You can't expect me to not want answers.' You don't shout. There's no need. No matter how hot the hurt burns, you don't reduce yourself to a screaming match. It wouldn't do either of you any good. Instead, you close the gap between you and lay a hand on his bicep. 'Kiri -.'

'I don't, I -.'

Seeing him like this hurts too. Weakness isn't something he wears well. You'd known that from the beginning. You squeeze his arm before releasing his bicep and tracing his shoulder with your hand. Mapping out the curve of his neck with your index finger, you rest your palm against his cheek and brush a thumb across the skin. 'Do you like him?'

'I – fuck.' He grits his teeth. Your touch makes him want to melt. Right now, all he wants to do is strip his sodden clothes from his body, run a scorching bath and sit you between his thighs, let your head rest against his chest as the water washes away everything that isn’t the two of you. Things had been good. Things had been so fucking good. Then, Kirishma had kissed him and lit a new fire in his chest. He just wanted to forget any of it had happened, but he couldn't. Could he? 'I don't know – I think – I – I need time.'

His confession makes you want to be sick. You don't ask him if he's still in love with you. You’re scared of the answer. Instead, you let go of his cheek, note the panic that announces itself on his face and flip on a smile. 'Okay... So, you're going to give me those clothes and go get a shower, I still can't have you getting sick.' You pat his chest gently. 'Then, I'm going to order that spicy ramen you like and we're gonna sit on the sofa until you're ready to go home, okay? You can have as much time as you need.' There's a warmth spilling down your cheeks. '… As much time as it takes for you to figure out what you want, yeah. But, I'm not going anywhere, okay... Not until you tell me to go.'

He nods weakly. 'I'm sorry.' The apology slips from his mouth like a prayer, like he's confessing his sins in the booth. He's not apologising for the kiss. Although, he knows he should. No. He's apologising for the betrayal. He's apologising because although Kirishima had initiated the kiss, it was him that had pulled him back in and slipped his tongue into his mouth to see what he tasted like. He’s apologising because when Kirishima had tangled his fingers into his hair, he'd pressed him harder against the restaurant's brick wall just so he could feel the throb of his cock against his thigh.

He's not apologising for the kiss, he's apologising because of what it did, because of what it means.

'Hey... Hey, hey, hey.' You clutch his chin, digging your nails into his jaw just enough to pull him out of his spiral.

Even now, as panic swells in his chest and he can feel the reality he knows crumbling under his fingers, your touch calms him. He bites his lip and smiles.

'Shower, now. Yeah?' You hook your hand over his shoulder and urge him out of the room. He leaves and you hear him pad back down the hallway, but it's only when you hear the shower gurgle into life that you finally let yourself go.

The sobs wreck your chest, shaking you to the core as the emptiness you've struggled to hold back surges through your being. It's as if every inch of you that loves him begins to scream. It's torture. You don't entertain the idea of being without him, you don't because you can't, because the thought of it steals the air from your lungs.

The years you’ve spent together stretch out and shatter. You think of everything you have, of everything on the line, everything you stand to lose.

But, one kiss won't get in the way of that.

Will it?

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pairing: regulus black x evans!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: swearing, angst, make out scene

request by: @upchurch-funk

summary: being a muggleborn dating Regulus meant you had to keep it a secret. When your older sister finds out she raises fear of heartbreak in both of you

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    You and your sisters had been born jealous. Petunia turned to envy first as the attention that had been solely given to her was split between two other daughters. She had always been bitter towards you and Lily, never forgiving you for interpreting her perfect young life.  She had taken your things, broken your toys and ripped your clothes trying to punish you for being born and turning her from an only child to the eldest.

    Lily was next when she realised she wasn't the only one who could sprout fire from her fingertips. She had accused you of faking your magic for years, doing everything she could to best you even if she never fully understood her powers herself. Luckily she outgrew this jealous fit and by the time you shared a cabin on your way to Hogwarts she was beaming ear to ear. 

    It was you who was last to realise what the burn in your chest really meant. The feeling came heavy like thick rain drops as you watched your sister fall so effortlessly in love. Each time she gave James a quick hug or leaned onto his shoulder your eyes narrowed, fury irrationally rising in your throat. 

    This wasn’t because you wished James was yours instead. In fact you had considered him an idiot since you met him and would have rather drown yourself than date the loud mouth fool. You were instead jealous of the simplicity of their relationship. Envious of how they could be carefree, how they could dream of picket fences and happy futures. You hated that they could still be stupid kids. How they were given the freedom to make out in hallways and sneak into eachothers dorms with their worst consequence being a slap on the wrist and week of detention. Nothing hurt more than watching your sister live a simple life you knew you never could. 

    You stared across the room locking eyes with Regulus for only a brief moment before his darted away. Charms was dreadfully boring, the lecture practically putting you to sleep, you knew you should have been paying attention, but watching the younger Black perform the spell with ease was far more interesting. The flick of his wrist was an addicting, dull look in his eyes far more attractive than it should have been. He had woken up late that morning, his hair messier than usual. You thought it looked adorable, the way a few strands drooped in front of his lashes. He only got cuter as he blew them from his face with a pout. 

    “You have a staring problem.” Levi muttered from beside you. 

    You rolled your eyes, “Do you ever mind your own business?” 

    “Please, you make your thing for Black everyone's business.” He muttered and you kicked him under the desk. 

    Cussing at you he glared, leaning down to massage his bruising shin. 

    You wondered briefly how he would have reacted to the reveal of your relationship with your “hopeless crush” as he liked to call it. The surprise on his face would have been sweet as honey. 

    Regulus was watching you now as you continued to talk to your desk mate, he had never liked the boy, call it jealousy or anger, something bitter always rose in his throat when he saw you with him. Maybe it was because he knew your life would be so much easier if you had loved him instead. 

    “I don’t get what you see in him anyway.” Levi said, looking across at Regulus whose eyes had quickly retreated back to his parchment. 

    You grew brittle at the statement.

    “I mean I know he's attractive but if it's really about looks why not go for his brother?” He grumbled.

    You scoffed, “Please, Sirius is a piece of work.” 

    “And he isn't? I’m surprised he hasn’t called you a slur yet.” 

    Rage bubbled in your stomach, your chest feeling hot, “Shut up.” 

    Levi was either oblivious to the anger set in your tone or unbothered by it “I mean really y/n, you have a crush on a purist? It's sickening.” 

    You screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the hot tears building behind them. You wanted to scream at him, slap him across the face and shout how Regulus would never do such a thing. You wanted to tell him how wrong he was, make him regret ever speaking such cold words.  But instead you looked away, wiping your tears as they came while your boyfriend sat across the room pretending you didn't exist. 

   

    You were used to it, you knew as a muggleborn dating a pureblood from a family like his would never be easy but the words still stung. That night you sobbed into Regulus’s chest as he held you in your usual hidden courtyard. 

    As your tears soaked through his sweater he felt nothing but the cold grip of guilt. He had never meant to fall in love. He had known it was a mistake the second it had happened. Even now he knew he had been wrong and stupid and naive to let himself feel so deeply for someone he could never truly be with. He would never forgive himself for forcing you into the hellish life he lived with a simple confession. He hated himself every day for it, he didn't deserve to indulge in his emotions knowing it would cause you nothing but pain. He didn't deserve you and he had known that from the start. 

    Yet every night you met, kissing under the pale moon until your lips grew numb. Everynight he found himself falling deeper and deeper into you until you filled his dreams and nightmares alike. So he forced you closer to him, knowing he would cause nothing but hurt. And you were so childishly in love you let him. 

    Later as you lay asleep on his chest, legs tangled beneath a blanket he let his own tears go, silent apologies dripping down his cheek as he tightened his grip on your waist. 

    Lily watched you from where she sat at her table, green eyes narrowed as she tried to read your mind across the dining hall. 

    “Something is definitely off.” She mumbled turning to James who stared at her with a  dopey grin. “You haven’t been listening to a word I said have you?” 

    “How can I when you’re so beautiful?” He murmured back and she scoffed, face darkening.

    Sirius gagged, “You guys are disgusting.” 

    “Christ Black, how old are you?” Lily spoke with the roll of her eyes. 

    He scrunched his nose and pretended to mock her silently only earning a sigh from Remus who sat beside him. 

    “Something is wrong with y/n, I can just feel it.” Lily continued content on ignoring Sirius. 

    “Maybe she's dating that Callahan kid.” James offered. “There’s been tons of rumors.”

    Lily scoffed, “Please, she has told me multiple times she has absolutely no interest in him.” 

    “A few months ago you were telling her you had absolutely no interest in James.” Remus offered not to look up from his book.

    Lily sputtered blushing heavily again, “That is completely different.” 

    “Sure it is.” Remus drawled, eyes peering over the cover at her. 

    Lily furrowed her brow, “But why wouldn’t she tell me? I mean I thought we've always been close.” 

    “Maybe it's not that serious.” Sirius shrugged, “Maybe they’re just fuck buddies or something.”

    Lily pulled back in disgust, “Don’t talk about my little sister like that!” she hissed as Remus kicked him under the table.

    “What? She’s almost 17! It's not like she's 12 or something, Godric.” Sirius complained and James threw a spoon at him. 

    “You know if you’re really that curious we could always just check the map.” James said looking over at Lily who was trying to set Sirius on fire with her glare. 

    She considered it for a moment, “Isn’t that kind of..” she paused “intrusive?” 

    He shrugged, “She's your little sister.” 

    The sky was dark that night as you met with Regulus. The moon was new leaving only the blinking stars to light the ground beneath you. 

    You grinned when you saw Regulus leaning against the small statue in the middle of the courtyard. You quickened your pace pulling him into a brief kiss as you met.

    “Hi.” You whispered against his lips and you felt him smile.

    “Hi.” He responded, hands on your waist pulling you closer once again. 

You tasted sweet like the nectar of the gods, soft and tender in his arms. Your hair smelt of pomegranate, your flowery perfume engulfing him. There was nothing more addicting on this world than your lips. 

You both pulled away breathless and grinning stupidly, “Your hair looks so cute like this.” You mumbled running your hands through it and tugging lightly on a curly lock that had fallen down his forehead. 

Regulus practically purred, melting into your touch. He dipped his head low to hide his blush, lips skimming the skin of your neck. 

You giggled as he mumbled a bashful thank you before nipping slightly below your ear. He was always careful to never leave marks that could be seen the following day. You wished he wasn’t. 

You felt his hands on the back of your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your nose in his hair as he walked until your back hit the wall of the castle. You scratched your nails lightly against his scalp and Regulus groaned. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue on your jaw as he pressed you further into the stone. Your legs now wrapped around his waist as he left sloppy kisses on your collar bone. 

It was then you heard the shuffle of footsteps. 

“Regulus.” You whispered and he broke away to look up at you, his lips red and glossy , “I heard someone.” 

He slowly lowered you to your feet, “You sure?” 

You nodded and you both stood silently, ears craning for another sign of life among you. After a minute you sighed, “Sorry, I must have been hearing things.” 

Regulus just shook his head grinning lightly, “ ‘s fine babe.” words slurring, intoxicated by your taste. 

Your lips reconnected, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as you began to work on the buttons of his shirt, tugging on his tie to loosen its knot. But there it was again the soft sound of feet, closer this time. 

You both paused Regulus pulling away leaving your skin feeling cold in his absence. 

“Who’s there?” He demanded into the darkness, wand lit. 

There was no response and you grabbed his hand to pull him back to you. Regulus stood his ground so you leaned into him, lips ghosting against his ear. 

“It's probably just a mouse or somethin’.” You murmured hands coming back to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt.

Regulus glanced around once more before looking down at you, “You’re probably right.”  he said before he began to untuck your blouse, hands sliding slowly under it. 

It was that which finally broke Lily, her vision going red. She stepped from beneath the invisibility cloak ignoring James' protests. 

You let out a small yelp as your sister appeared from thin air, Regulus who had his back turned to her immediately drew his wand pushing you lightly behind him. His eyes went wide as he found himself inches from your older sister. It was your turn to pull Regulus behind you. 

“Lily, What in bloody hell are you doing here?” 

When James sheepishly appeared as well you gasped, “What is wrong with you both, are you stalking me?” 

Lily looked stern, her arms crossed, “Why are you with him?” she seethed.

Your eyes narrowed, “None of your fucking buissnes. Now take your dog and leave.” 

Regulus almost didn't believe it was you that was talking. He wasn’t accustomed to the harsh tone you used, your anger hardly ever directed at him. 

“This is most certainly my business!” She spoke shrilly. 

“It is most certainly not. Now get out.” You shouted.

“How can you expect me to leave when you're getting all touchy feely with a purist?” She hissed, grabbing at your wrist to pull you away from the boy behind you.    You slapped her away so hard the sound echoed off the walls, “Call him that again around me and you’ll fucking regret it.” You growled. 

Lily stepped back surprised by your sudden aggression but not backing down, “Please y/n, I’m just calling it as it. The sooner you realise that the better.” 

Regulus felt his throat tighten as he listened, teeth biting into his lip as he had nowhere to look but his feet. 

    You stepped closer to your sister inches from her face, “Leave.” your voice struck heavy. 

    Lily responded just as harshly, “No.” 

    James shifted behind his girlfriend feeling like he was intruding on the fight which was taking place. Sensing his awkwardness you looked back at him with a searing gaze. 

    “Get out Potter, you have no place here.” You spat.

    He was planning on shuffling away when Lily turned back to him angrily, “No James stay.” 

You scoffed as he did as he was told, “Fucking pet.” 

“Don’t speak to him like that.” Lily scolded. 

“You're the one who's calling my boyfriend a purist.” You growled your mouth bitter at the taste of hypocrisy.

“Because he is one!” She bit back. “You really think he actually loves you after being raised how he was? With a mother like his?” 

Regulus felt like he had been slapped, his cheek stinging as the older girl spoke. 

 “Don’t you dare bring up his mother.”  You were shaking with rage by now, your face streaked with angry tears, “And how dare you speak ill of Regulus simply because of his upbringing as if his brother isn't one of your closest friends. How do you think Sirius would feel hearing what you just said?” 

This took Lily back a step, her rage cooling a bit as she realised her mistake, “It’s different,” She tried to recover, “He isn't with his family anymore. Sirius has already broken away from them. He made the choice any good person would.” 

Regulus felt her eyes on him as she spoke. She was no longer interested in her sister and instead focused on him. He felt like he was choking under the pressure of her stare. When he glanced up to meet her gaze he inhaled sharply. He hadn’t seen such hatred in a long time.

Your lashes were thick with tears by now, disgust and fury morphing your face, “Go fuck yourself Lily.” You spat.

She ignored you, gaze locked on Regulus, she had no intention of speaking to you anymore, “You stay away from her.” she demanded, “If you truly love her you stay away from her.”

You shouted lunging forwards and shoving your sister backwards. She stumbled back catching herself. 

It was you who fell, your feet tangling, forcing you to the ground. You hit hard, hands and knees scraping against stones and moss which made up the floor. You couldn’t find it in you to stand up simply letting exhaustion and misery take you where you lay. You shook with sobs, voice cracked and raw. Lily immediately dropped beside you, hands circling your neck as she drew you into a hug. You fought her as you always did but she held on, letting you beat her chest with your fists until you stilled.

Regulus took a step forward but was stopped by your sister whose glare told him everything he needed to know. Tears pricking his own eyes he stumbled past the two of you and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeons. He didn't hear James shout for him over the sound of the ring in his ears. He wasn’t sure where he ended up, somewhere deep in the depths of the sprawling castle, dust coated the staircase he collapsed onto. Only there did he let himself cry, choking sobs rubbing his throat raw as he looked for someone to blame. His mother for forcing him into the terrifying world of dark magic? His brother for abandoning him in his abusive home? Or your sister for pointing out the truth he prayed you would never see? Regulus wished he could pass the blame off to anyone but he wasn’t stupid, he knew he had no one to hate but himself. 

Regulus disappeared entirely for three days. Three days you spent desperately avoiding your sister who seemed just as adamant to talk to you again. You skipped meals opting for hunger instead risking meeting her in the hall. She would show up outside your classes forcing you to scramble out the back way or sprint away like a child running from punishment. 

On the fourth day of your boyfriend's absence you felt yourself beginning to panic. Fear of him never returning, filling your head with irrational thoughts. It wasn’t like you could ask around for him, your relationship needed to remain secret despite the difficulties you were facing. It was then Lily cornered you. 

You stared at the redhead as she blocked your only exit. “Lily, move.” You sighed exhausted by the past few days, sleepless nights not improving your condition. 

She didn't listen, “Y/n we need to talk.” 

"About what?" You scoffed, "I have nothing to say to you.” 

“I just want you to understand why I,” She paused, “Why I said what I did.” 

“I don't care why you said it Lily.” You said, “I don’t care if you think you were protecting me or saving me from some hopeless relationship. I honestly don’t care.” 

Her eyes swelled, “How can you say that? How can you not care? I love you y/n I just want you to be safe.” 

You stared at her, “I just don’t understand why you couldn’t just let me be happy.”

“He’s dangerous.” 

You shook your head, “No, his family is dangerous. His situation is dangerous. He’s not.” 

“Y/n please.” She begged, for what you did not know. 

“Just stay out of my shit Lily.” you mumbled pushing past her and back into the hallway. 

You spent the night where you always had, the small courtyard hidden between two towers of the castle, a statue of a woman draped in vines and flowers at its center. The moon was a small sliver, a dusting of clouds blocking the stars from your view. The shuffle of footsteps brought your eyes from the ground. 

There stood Regulus, his face shining in the pale light. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, nose pointed at the floor as he refused to meet your gaze. 

You stood quickly throwing your hands around his neck. He leaned into your touch burying his head into your shoulder as his hands found your waist. 

You smelled delightful as always, your lips soft against his cheek and hands in his hair. Regulus hadn’t realized he was crying until you began to comfort him. Sweet words whispered into his ear as you only held him tighter. 

“She’s right, you know.” He croaked, lifting his head to look at you. “You shouldn’t be around me.” 

You shook your head feverishly, “You’re wrong Reggy.”

“I don’t deserve you y/n, I don’t deserve to be with you.” He sobbed, “I could never deserve you.” 

“You’re right, love.” You mumbled, smiling through the tears that coated your cheeks, “You deserve so much better.” 

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