#not something he would cancel a mission to space for….

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Dick is thrown back in time to a couple days before his past self is scheduled to leave on the mission to space, the one during which Jason will die.

Past Dick gets a very frantic and concerning phone call from someone claiming to be his future self, begging him not to go on the mission. And for some reason he‘s supposed to keep an eye on Jason? What the hell is that about? They’re not that close…

[morallygreyyn]

Can i pls get some clingy ass illumi x reader who hasn’t seen them in days because of his missions?

Have a nice day!! Make sure to drink water💓

miss me? (illumi zoldyck x reader)

description: illumi has been gone for a week and when he returns, he seems slightly off. it didn't take you long to realise that he wanted attention, namely yours...

authors note: another super old ask but i love this one with all my heart and soul. illumi? stunning. clingy illumi? immaculate. seriously there is nothing i love more than illumi so this is how i think he would be when he's clingy and wants attention! have a lovely day anon and i really hope you drink lots of water! (seriously i've just found out how important this is so pls everyone drink lots of water to flush out that bacteria) 💗

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

requests are open! please read my rules!

You hadn’t seen Illumi Zoldyck for the better part of a week. While you were used to the assassin leaving often for work, usually you were in a position to follow him. This time, however, was one of the rare occasions where you had to stay home at your apartment, all for that blasted electrician who kept cancelling on you. If he called you one more time to cancel, while you stayed home when you could have followed your boyfriend to a sunny location that you would have treated like a holiday, you swore you would hire the Zoldyck yourself to track him down. 

As though he had heard your silent threat, the electrician came and went, and your kitchen appliances were once again fully operational. Happy that you could finally restock the fridge, you left to get groceries. You couldn’t admit this out loud, but your apartment often felt too empty without the assassin occupying it too. While he didn’t own the space where you lived, he stayed there often enough that he may as well share it with you. 

It had surprised you when you brought up the offer of living together and he didn’t reject the idea immediately. Illumi actually seemed contemplative, as though it was almost a pleasant thought. That was what you assumed anyway, you could never truly tell what he was thinking most of the time. 

By the time you returned home, you knew something was different immediately. For one, you were certain that you had locked the door. Cautiously stepping into the apartment, you coiled and prepared to strike whatever or whoever was lurking. Despite not being an assassin, you were still a qualified Hunter, and those licences did not come easy.

It turns out that you needn't have bothered as, when you approached the living area, Illumi was sitting calmly at your kitchen island watching you. 

“Oh, Illumi!” Setting down your bags, you ran to him, throwing your arms around your boyfriend as you held him tightly. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?”

“No signal.” He said simply as he let you hug him, hands gingerly settling around you. You had to fight tooth and nail for him to learn how to hug properly, and even now he still hadn’t quite managed to perfect the act. Despite this, he still tried, and that was good enough for you. 

Pulling away, you looked at him with a smile. “How was it?”

He shrugged, a clear sign he was disinterested in the topic. “Simple.”

Nodding, you stepped back to put the groceries away, not wanting them to rot on the floor. Illumi sat back down, fathomless eyes locked on you while you completed the task you had set for yourself. You liked to think that you knew the Zoldyck rather well, and that included when something was bothering him.

Turning around, you raised an eyebrow as you met his gaze. “What?”

“What?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“Why are you pointing that out?”

“Because I’m wondering why.”

“I stare at you a lot.” He stated, tone very matter of factly.

“I know, but now it seems different.”

“It isn’t.”

“If you say so, darling.” You rolled your eyes and finished putting the food away. Once you had, you turned to face your boyfriend once more, looking for an explanation.

“You forgot something.” Illumi said, and while his voice was the usual light and expressionless one, his eyes still bore into yours.

Looking around, you couldn’t see anything out of place, and you had certainly left nothing on the counters. “What did I forget?”

Illumi didn’t answer, only continued to look at you expectedly. Now you were really confused, and slightly unnerved by his odd behaviour. Illumi rarely acted like this.

With no answer to give you clarity, you grinned in feigned annoyance, kissed his cheek and whispered you were happy to have him back before you left to head into the room you used as an at home office. 

Sitting down at your desk and opening your files, you stared blankly at the screen while you mentally observed Illumi’s behaviour. There was something amiss, and you couldn’t put your finger on what. He wasn’t usually the expressive one; well, he was never the expressive one. All physical, verbal, and emotional affection fell on your shoulders to deliver. While this may seem one sided to most, you didn’t mind as you knew Illumi was not able to express much by way of love. Despite this, you knew he loved you, in his own way. He had threatened to kill the electrician for you when you complained about the situation to him, and that spoke millions. Not only that, but he also allowed you to be as affectionate as you are with him, and he accepted it whereas anyone else wouldn’t have a chance in hell of even approaching him, let alone the things you did together.

What was bothering him?

Just then, you saw a shadow move in your peripheral vision, and your heart dropped to your ass. “Fucking hell, Illumi! At least knock!”

He ignored your outburst. “What are you doing?”

“Working.” You said as you willed your heart to calm down.

“Oh.” Illumi stayed standing behind you, hovering ominously. 

Then it clicked, Illumi was being clingy. This was how he acted when he wanted attention. Unable to control yourself, you laughed loudly at the realisation.

“What?” He asked, watching you stand from your seat to face him.

Your smile was incredibly smug as you approached, wrapping your hands around his waist. “Did somebody miss me?”

Naturally, he didn’t respond and it might’ve been your imagination, but he seemed to relax under your touch. 

“I think I know what I’ve forgotten.” You captured your lips with his own, smiling as you did so. It was moments like this that made you realise that Illumi did in fact love you, and that he was quite attached to you. Even if he didn’t show it much, his hands resting on you, the slide of his lips against your own, the way he seemed unwilling to let you go spoke for him.You pulled away for a moment, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek. You had the Illumi Zoldyck as your lover, and no matter what anyone said, he loved you. “Miss me?”

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[ollieolliewrld]

Welcome to the tumblr writing space! I'm confident you'll do amazing here!

If I may request DMC- and take your time with it -what kind of partner the twins would realistically prefer. Whether it be personality types, deal breakers, what they are willing to compromise for/with, what they expect etc. I'm curious of others takes on these types of things and I'd like to see yours, when you have the time. Whether it's DMC 3 or 5 (or post 5) era, is up to you.

Happy writing! Again, take your time and polish as much as you feel you need to. Have fun!

Love, love, love this! Thank you for the request and the kind words <3 I’ll be taking the DMC 5 and post 5 era but I may revisit this once I finish playing DMC 3 fully!

**This is not a fluff piece it is a bit more serious** 

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Dante

✭ Ideal Partner

-Dante’s ideal partner would be someone who has a good understanding of their surroundings

-He’s looking for someone perceptive so that you both share a mutual understanding of situations 

-Basically, he doesn’t want to hold their hand and baby them through life

-If something happens he is going to make sure they are ok but also expects that they will not crumble completely

-Dante has been through hell and back when it’s time for him to settle down he is not playing games 

-He’s a grown man who wants his chance to finally relax

-The cocky attitude he keeps up can get him through a lot but his partner is the one who truly pulls him through it all

✭ Deal Breakers

-Will not put up with tantrums

-He can understand if you get emotional at times, he doesn’t expect you to have it all together 24/7 

-But you cannot throw a fit if something does not go your way

-Dante cannot be everywhere at once and with the state of things there are going to be times when he will have to cancel a date or movie night 

-If you cannot understand that he will not stay

-If he is going to be with someone long-term they need to be understanding of his background 

✭ Compromises

-Dante would not want his partner anywhere near combat unless they have proven to be fully capable

-After that, if you really wanted to he would be willing to let you take on some missions of your own

-He would also compromise if his partner wanted to do very typical couple things

-Like he would get a matching jacket with you or something like that but he would not do anything with writing or graphics

-If you two are going to do something it will be done tastefully and hopefully in red

-Dante wouldn’t have many things he would not compromise on, if he truly wants to stay with you he will make it work and swallow his pride once in a while as long as you are willing to put the work in to meet him halfway

✭ Expectations

-He expects that you have life skills

-You would not need to be a pro at finance or a god in the kitchen but you would need to know how to live on your own

-Dante cannot always be there even though he wants to be and he does not want the additional worry that you are going to explode when he leaves

-His ideal partner would have their head screwed on, not perfect, but able to pick themselves back up when they get knocked down

-He also expects you to support him and be there for him

-There are times when he needs a shoulder to rest on and he would expect his partner to be willing to be that

✭ Must-Have Qualities

-Dante requires someone with a sense of humor

-You need to be able to laugh and understand his jokes

-You would also need to be a good listener 

-He won’t talk your ear off but he needs you to remember what he tells you 

-It would mean a lot to him if you remembered the small things too

-Being sociable/outgoing must be your personality type

-He needs someone who can go out into the world with him and interact

-Yes he enjoys spending time rotting on a couch with you but when you two are out he wants to show you off proudly 

-Having you being confident and able to explore with him is a must

Vergil

✭ Ideal Partner

-Vergil needs a patient lover

-He is not socially inept but he is not extremely experienced in how to lead an average life and relationship

-Ideally, they would be willing to understand what he has been through and all that has shaped him into the man that he is today

-He is a loyal lover who needs someone that will stay with him through it all

-Someone resilient would fit him

-Again, like his brother, he is a grown man he does not have it in him to baby someone through life, you need to be able to stand on your own before he could settle down

✭ Deal Breakers

-He is not messing around

-No one-night stands, no FWB, he is going for the long-term

-It is end game or nothing with him

-If you could not take things seriously he would leave

-Vergil looks at life with seriousness he is not going to be with someone who continuously makes jokes every two seconds

-He is also looking for someone more submissive as in they will follow the decisions he makes without fighting him

-He is willing to take the time to explain why he made the decision but he will not take the time to go back and forth with you when he knows what the right thing to do is

✭ Compromises

-Vergil can be a little too serious at times and forgets to relax

-He wants to get things done the right way and will lose himself to his work

-Being with someone who can let loose and live would be a change in pace for him but he would be willing to compromise 

-As long as everything is handled he could spend time with you having fun

-It is very hard for him to let go of his control as he wants to be constantly motivated However, learning to take a step back and take a breath is not going to throw all of his work out the window

-Once he sees that you could slowly work him up to the very mundane aspects of life like reading a book at the beach together

✭ Expectations

-He expects you to be willing to work with him

-As I have been saying, you need to be patient with him

-Vergil is willing to learn and change but he has his own problems he is working through

-Life has not been kind to him and he will be open about that so he would expect that you do not hold that against him

-Any mistakes he makes are not done to harm you, they are done because of a lack of experience 

-He is not in tune with his emotions and has a hard time expressing his feelings as well as picking up on yours

-Hopefully, you would be able to work with this and understand where he is coming from

✭ Must-Have Qualities

-It cannot be stressed enough that he is looking for someone patient

-You do not have to be a saint he will be working with you as much as you are working with him 

-He doesn't want you to give up on him

-Vergil is looking for someone who is level-headed, not over-emotional

-He just does not know how to be around someone who can fluctuate in emotions very quickly

-You would need to be intelligent, not like a genius, but able to understand directions and pick up on your surrounding 

-He wants you to be a safe place for him so you being understanding and willing to take the time to get to know him means a lot 

-It will take some time for Vergil to open up to you fully but once he does the man is locked into you and not going anywhere

Author’s Note: I really hope this is to your liking! I would love to hear what you think and if anyone has any opinions of their own! <3<3

I had a blast brainstorming this, thank you for sending in this request!

[yourmomxx]

Hello! I want to make a request headcandons for jason todd, dick grayson and damian wayne with a reader who basically has a personality and background of yui komori, that is, she is super kind, sensitive, shy and who went through a very traumatic situation related to kidnapping and abuse and who because of that she is very scared and has post traumatic stress disorder, i hope it's not so dark for you and i don't want you to write this if you don't want to, i would also want it to be angs with comfort(because ptsd)and fluff.

here you go! thanks for the request, I hope you’re alright with how it turned out :)

Dick Grayson

Around Dick, you had been hinting at the fact that you didn’t have such a good past

The first time he sees you crying and doesn’t know what triggered it, he holds you tight and whispers sweet things in your ear, and his thumb rubs reassuring circles on your shoulder

Asks you if you want to talk to him and offers you tea or a glass of water

When he tells you about missions (or if you’re a vigilante, too, on missions), he kind of “sprinkles” metaphors in there until you eventually open up to him

For example after a dam break: “Sometimes the pressure is just too much. And if not at least some of it is relieved then things burst.”

Would never pressure you into anything though, he will let you take your time

And appreciates it even more when you open up to him

Jason Todd

Jason met you as a kind and gentle soul, that was always ready to take care of him

But he knew that there was more to your story, he recognized the look you head in your eyes

Jason finds out when he wakes up from you screaming and squirming in your sleep

He knows those symptoms all too well, and is careful not to startle you awake

He catches your fists when you try to hit him as he tries to carefully wake you up

“Hey it’s okay,” he coaxed, “It’s just me. You are in my apartment, it’s okay.”

He definitely makes you a bath after to get your mind off things

And reads to you so you can fall asleep to his soothing voice

Or just holds you tight until you fall asleep again, this time without nightmares, knowing that Jason is there to protect and hold you

Will give you time and space if you need it, but push you into the right direction

“You can’t just keep this forever, you know,” he said, one day, as you were sitting opposite each other. “I’m here for you when you need me. I know that it’s hard. But it will get better with time.”

And you trust him

Tim Drake

almost starts panicking himself when he sees you curled up on the floor, your back to the wall and face pressed to your knees

He doesn’t know how to respond at first

He knows panic attacks can look different for everybody and also that depending on the person it is different how they would like you to respond to it

When he comes to again, he sits down opposite you, with enough distance to not invade your personal space, and starts talking to you in a low voice

“Hey, can you hear me?”

He teaches you new techniques to ground yourself

For example box-breathing*

“It calms your heart rate,” he said.

Will cancel all his meetings the next day, just to spend it with you snuggled up in comfortable clothes

Will also stay more often at night, letting his siblings cover his shifts as Robin

Damian Wayne

The first time Damian noticed something is wrong, is when you flinched as he made a quick movement

And to be honest, he was offended at first

Thrown aback, more like it

He thought (feared) you were scared of him

He distanced himself from you, emotionally, and even got snappy sometimes

He thinks stupid of himself, how could he ever believe that someone like you could be truly in love with him, feel safe around him, see anything other than the boy with blood on his hands that he was

Funny enough it was Bruce that knocked some sense into him, because he had observed an exchange between Damian and you

He told his son to talk about you about what happened - that maybe this was all a big misunderstanding

When you reveal to Damian what happened to you, you break down

He doesn’t know what to do, and at first just stands there, but then he is careful to place a warm hand on your shoulder

After that, he will do everything to make you feel as loved as possible

And he mostly did that with presents

“I saw this and I thought of you.”

“I read in the Internet that those blankets help with anxiety.”

And when he offers to kill someone for what they did to you, you always manage to convince him not to do it - although you kind of appreciate his efforts

*this method does really exist. you breathe in for five seconds, then hold this breath for another five seconds. then you breathe out for five seconds, hold your breath again, and then repeat it all. athletes and swimmers use this technique to calm their heart rate, because it makes us take less breaths than usually in a minute.

[janewayintersection]

I ... I really like how Kaidan is this man in his 30s who is confident and kinda quiet but exudes this aura of sureness in his words and actions - and then you have a strong presence in Shepard who is a leader, confident in their role as Commander, but not always sure of themselves when it comes to their subordinates/friends once the mantle of Commander comes off.

"Are you flirting with me?" - this line from Shepard sounds more like they're asking for confirmation that not only does a crew mate like them, but is interested in them. Interested in them, outside of the Commander title, and them as a person. Kaidan reassures them - even when he gets turned down the night before Eden, he still comforts Shepard.

I like that over the course of the series it seems to flip, where Shepard becomes confident in themselves in their work and relationships/friendships (much more out of necessity) and Kaidan falls more and more into this uncertainty with his personal connections, and most importantly, with Shepard. Just like Shepard, he doesn't compromise his work or his morals but you can see that on the personal side he's second guessing everything everything he knew about Shepard.

The ME3 romance is Shepard taking care of Kaidan the same way he took care of them in the first game. It makes me gush how much Kaidan gets back to his confident self from ME1 if your Shepard decides to pursue him again and how you build up that trust once more. Kaidan is much more confident in his relationship with Shepard, much like how he did to the Commander during the romance in ME1, and he allows himself to trust and be honest again.

Him asking if the Commander is flirting with him in the hospital? That's a mirror of what Shepard was doing - feeling - in the first game. Does Shepard feel the same way? Are they still interested after seeing him lose control of his anger at Horizon? Was he wrong to assume they wanted to end what they had?

I love me the dynamic between Garrus and Shepard (bros for LIFE), but there's something so wonderful about Kaidan saying he wanted to be that comfortable space, that safe person, for Shepard that just tickles my romantic side especiallg seeing how it looks like they swap roles by the time ME3 rolls around.

not to be too blunt or anything, but if i could make out with this ask and the meta you just wrote, i would. mwah. master craft. i am genuinely so honored and flattered you shared this with me - thank you! i literally never even thought about it this way before, but holy shit you are so RIGHT. right down to the fact that kaidan now technically outranks shepard as major in me3; he is a lot more confident in his profession and position as a leader in his own right. hell, its his main priority (up until the moment he decides to take shepard at their word during the citadel confrontation...).

it’s clear that romanced or not, shepard’s death hit kaidan and it hit kaidan HARD. no doubt that he recoiled back into his shell after that, and especially after shepard joins cerberus and causes a whole slew of misunderstandings, confusion, and people being kept out of the loop. it’s really, really sweet to see him bounce back after that.

even with a shenko that starts in me3 (with mshenko primarily, but also fshenko where the romance path is cancelled before it can even begin)… while kaidan never takes his shot in me1, and its directly stated that kaidan wants to avoid acting out of line with such a serious and professionally focused shepard (in his words, shepard was “always so focused on the work back then. the mission was everything,” to which shepard replies, “it’s true. i’ll never know what i missed.”). however, over the course of the plot he still manages to get shepard to warm up around him, becoming good friends w them and dealing with ashley’s death together.

so really, we’re back to our original parallel. kaidan was the one more assured in personal relationships while- wait. hold on. kaidan’s initial struggle in dropping formalities in this route could also be attributed to his uncertainty when it comes to working with shepard. this would be filed into kaidan being more uncertain when it comes to his work and interacting with his more ‘accomplished’ and emotionally constipated/serious commanding officer. SORRY. sorry. as i was saying, kaidan was the one more assured in personal relationships, while shepard was the opposite. and gah. GAH. taste. by design.

also, to add to your original take, his certainty in his actions are called into question in me3 too. he doubts his behavior towards shepard, he tries to sit down and think through the good people who were caught up in cerberus, he questions how the illusive man spiraled into the person he is and if he was ever a good person. its just good. sorry my thoughts are so jumbled and im just word vomiting as i write this reply. truly a failing grade paper on my part, i hope you dont mind!!

as for garrus, agreed! garrus feels like a really touching sort of “mentorship” ride or die comrades dynamic that builds over the course of the plot while kaidan definitely has the above mentioned parallels and has the “equals who can help bring out the best in each other’s weaknesses” thing.

also i made a meme just because of this ask.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Week 6 Part 1 - Sorry / Welcome to the Shouto-bus! 🚌

Summary: Midoriya works two weeks in a row and Y/N is worried. Y/N meets Midoriya’s friends. The adventure starts NOW!

Warnings: Swear words, a hint of suggestiveness if you squint.

First Part Master List

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Deku did not come home last week. At all.

You are not going to lie, it’s starting to bother you; it’s not really about you missing him, even though you definitely miss him every day but about his own personal health; he might be a hero but he’s also a human being and working almost two weeks without a single day off or at least 8 hours of sleep must take a toll on his body by now, making his missions much more dangerous.

With that said, today is his last shift before his three days off, so you decide to wait for him; you are sure he’s going to come back half dead and you really want to make him look into the mirror to prove your point.

It’s 11PM when he stumbles in through the door, which is quite early for him, but still, not a normal time to come home after leaving at bloody 5AM.

“Midoriya Izuku.” You stand in front of the hero with a serious face; he looks just as bad as you thought he will, his costume is full of holes, his skin is dirty, his hair is a mess and his face is pale and tired.

“Nice to see you too…” he mumbles grumpily, not even looking at you as he makes his way to his room.

“I’m worried!” You yell so he can hear it through the door, your heart beating out of your chest from anxiety. Your words are being ignored once again, the shower laughing at you mockingly as Midoriya turns it on and tunes you out completely.

“That was really rude, Midoriya.” You yell again and run into your room, slamming your door with a loud bang; you are really thankful for not sharing a wall with a neighbor.

You give up on your plans completely as you wrap yourself in your sheets like a burrito, ready to ignore the whole word while your heart breaks into thousand small pieces.

You just wanted him to know you care. You just wanted to hug him and tell him to take care of himself.

Loving a hero really fucking sucks.

~•🥦•~

Needless to say, you are way too winded up to actually sleep. It feels like you’ve been tossing and turning for an eternity but it probably wasn’t even that long; 30 minutes, maximum of 45, at least that’s what your phone says when you look at it. You are supposed to go camping tomorrow and you were so excited about it until now, but by the look of it, it would be better for you to cancel; these people deserve to rest and the last thing they need is the awkwardness that comes with you and Midoriya being in the same space after a fight, if you can even call it that; being ignored is probably worse than being yelled at, in your opinion. Yes, you are just a stupidly lucky fangirl living with her favorite hero but you definitely did not deserve the silent treatment.

“Are you up?” Midoriya whispers through the closed door, his voice full of guilt.

“No.” You answer begrudgingly, way too hurt to be reasonable. No one can blame you really, you’ve been spoiled to death for a month, then got shat on, out of the blue.

“Y/N, I’m sorry… please let me in.” He begs, his broken voice making you feel terrible about your behavior. You sigh and let your anger fade away; there is no reason for you to act this way. It’s stupid and childish, and definitely not something the hero needs when he comes home after being away for two weeks.

“Okay.” You mumble, your voice barely audible, but it’s just enough for Midoriya to barge in through the door and kneel in front of your bed to bow.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, that was absolutely uncalled for, I was just so excited to see you but then you looked at me like I’m a piece of shit and… You were scary! I didn’t mean to sound so rude but I was so disappointed in that moment! I can’t sleep knowing I hurt you, please…” Midoriya mumbles, his head constantly banging the floor as he bows over and over.

“Hey, stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” You move your arms out to stop his head, and apparently that’s all you had to do for Midoriya to actually stop; he moves his head under your palm, waiting to be pet like a fucking dog starving for attention. When you ruffle his messy, wet curls, a tiny sniff leaves his mouth; in only a few seconds he’s up from the floor and up on your bed, his head hidden in the crook of your neck; personal space be damned, pro hero Deku is in your bed, basically on the top of you. This is how you die. This is way too much for your little heart. He smells amazing and his skin is still damp from the shower and it’s just too much and too soon and…

“Let’s not ever do that again, okay?” He mumbles into your neck, his breath hot against your skin and you can’t help the tiny whimper leaving your mouth.

“It’s okay, Midoriya, let’s sleep okay? We need to wake up early tomorrow.” You try your best to sound coherent and not like your ovaries are on fire under the greenette’s weight, probably failing miserably at it, but knowing how oblivious Midoriya is to your ‘more-than-friendly’ affections, you probably managed to get away with it for now. You kinda start to understand why is Katsuki so done with his shenanigans; this guy might be the best hero in Japan but he is absolutely unaware of everything around him when it comes to his personal life. You are quite sure there is a neon sign on your forehead right now saying “I’m in love with your stupid ass” yet he is blissfully ignoring it.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

… no.

Nope.

He did not say that. He definitely did not say that. He’s not THAT oblivious, is he?! He can’t think it’s acceptable for two roommates to share bed without a proper reason.

“Yeah, we can swap rooms if you can’t fall asleep in yours.” You answer as Midoriya plops down on the other side of the bed, laughing.

“You are so silly.” He fucking GIGGLES and makes himself comfortable; one arm on your belly, one leg over your knees.

Am I a fucking joke to you, dear writer? Do you want me to die an early death?!

Also, what is this nonsense?! This is unrealistic, excuse me?!

“I missed you, Sweet Pea. So much.” Midoriya mumbles, his head back in the usual place, buried in your hair and giving you a heart attack.

Why.

Why is this happening and how are you supposed to say no when he sighs and melts into your side like he belongs there?! How are you supposed to tell him this is way past the friend-zone?! How are you supposed to tell him to go back to his room when he pulls you close, and OH MY GOD HE JUST KISSED YOUR NECK. Like proper kissed it, open mouthed and wet and so fucking good?! His lips were so soft and he did it with so much affection, it made your whole body tingle in a really not friendly way?!

… get your shit together, woman.

“I’m sorry, that was an accident.” He moves away, letting you breathe for a few moments.

HOW DO YOU KISS SOMEONE’S NECK BY ACCIDENT?! HOW?!

“How?!” You say out loud; you are quite sure your face is about to explode so thank god there is barely any light in the room right now.

“Well, it just felt l-like the r-right thing to do?” He stutters while he hides his face with his arms.

“So it wasn’t an accident then.” You mumble, out of your mind.

“I’m… going back to room.” Izuku skedaddles out of the bed and stumbles to the door; he opens it and makes his way back to his room but not before he rambles “Good Night, I love you.”

Good night…

I LOVE YOU?!

“Oh my god, I did not mean to say that out loud, oh my god this is so awkward.” The door closes but the mumbles continues. “Oh my god, why am I like this, why can’t I just shut up, goodamnit Midoriya Izuku, get your shit together, what are you doing?!”

Another door opens and closes and the mumble dies down; you lay on your bed, dead inside, trying your best to make sense of the last few minutes, but you can’t come up with an acceptable explanation other than Midoriya has to be quirked.

Oh well. You will ask about his day tomorrow.

Now, you just need to take breath… then another….

“I love you too, you fucking weirdo!” You yell from the top of your lungs while laughing like a maniac; this is the stupidest fanfiction you’ve ever read. This is just ridiculous.

Fuck’s sake, you really need to sleep.

~•🥦•~

Helpless, oblivious fuck: Guys…

Kacchan: Don’t.

Helpless, oblivious fuck: I kissed her neck, told her I love her and then I ran away.

Shitty hair: I’m out of words.

Kacchan: Did she say anything?

Helpless, oblivious fuck: she called me out on it then she laughed. Oh, and she said she loves me too while laughing her cute little ass off.

Shitty hair: … conclusion?

Helpless, oblivious fuck: I messed up and she hates me now.

Kacchan changed Midoriya’s name to “Lost Cause.”

Kacchan blocked “Lost Cause”.

~•🥦•~

Shouto’s “mini” bus… is huge.

You are not sure why are they even calling it a mini bus; it has 18 fucking seats, goddamnit!

The fact that the hero randomly decided to get a special driving license for buses just to be able to drive his friends around for camping is absolutely adorable though. It’s the last thing you would’ve thought Todoroki Shouto would do. This revelation would probably break the fucking internet.

The bus is metallic black with dark burgundy details, and while it is indeed just a mini bus it looks shockingly expensive. When Shouto opens the door, a bunch of eyes stare back at you from the inside; Uravity, Froppy, Cellophane, Mina and Jirou are ganged up at the back, Ingenium and Creati are sitting at the front, next to the drivers seat, Bakugou and Kirishima are in their own world, sitting next to each other around the middle of the bus, Kaminari doesn’t look like he decided where to actually sit yet as he is standing awkwardly between the two gangs, looking at them both. Shinsou is also here, trying his best to blend into the furniture, hoping no one will notice his existence. When Kaminari’s looks at him he averts his eyes and puts his massive headphones on to make his intention to stay alone obvious. What a heartbreaking moment for poor Kaminari-kun.

When you two get on, the group attacks you right away; everyone is yelling over each other to introduce themselves, all hyped up in these early hours of the morning. Midoriya smiles next to you, even though the awkwardness from yesterday is still obviously there and he’s just about to make his way to the front-gang when you grab his hands aggressively; awkward or not, you are way too overwhelmed to stay alone with all these new people. There is a surprised expression on his face but he doesn’t try to go away anymore; he snuggles close, hand squeezing yours and your anxiety flies out of the small, open window, letting you enjoy the moment again.

After the introductions, Shouto clears his throat, making the whole gang go silent. This really is a school trip. There is a weird rumble coming from one of the empty seats, which makes you feel a bit weird, but you decide not to comment on it for now; it’s probably just the wind.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s go through the attendance list!” Shouto stands in the middle of the bus; yes, the bus is tall enough for these massive heroes to stand in; and goes through everyone’s names one by one. When he gets to the end of the name list, Kirishima moans about not being able to bring his friend, Suneater, but Katsuki tells him he wouldn’t have come anyway. Savage.

“Let’s all sit down now, we will have enough time in the woods to get to know our new addition to the family!” Iida chimes in.

“Let’s not overwhelm her on the first day, okay?” Momo adds with a tiny smile pointed at you; you already like her. A lot.

The gang sits down, Kaminari ends up with the back-gang, Midoriya and you sit at the front with the “teachers”; Momo starts a light conversation about work, telling funny stories from her last mission while Midoriya dozes off on your shoulder, still tired from the two weeks of work. No one comments on the closeness of the two of you, but you know it’s only the matter of time; someone will certainly point it out after a few pints of beer. After an hour, Shinsou sneaks closer, probably sensing the comfortable vibe around the group and adds his own little mission-story about a guy with fifteen noses all over his body. You can’t help but giggle, shaking the poor green man out of his slumber.

“Sorry.” You mumble while you play with his hair to soothe him. He doesn’t say anything coherent just grumbles and snuggles closer, melting into your touch. A fond smile appears on your face as the hero’s tiny snores fill the air around you; Momo looks at you questioningly but she tries her best not to ask the question sitting on the tip of her tongue; you are thankful, but at the same time you feel bad for them so you decide to speak up about it. Jirou also sneaks over to your group, overwhelmed by Mina’s loudness and sits down on the other side of you then pops her head on your other shoulder in a silent support.

“You know… I was a massive fan of him when I moved in.” You admit. “Kyouka didn’t tell me who am I moving in with and I was in a pickle so I went along with it; I trust Jirou with my life, she’s been my friend for ages. I had a life-sized cardboard cutout of him tucked under my armpit when I met him for the first time.” You giggle awkwardly, making Shinsou giggle as well; apparently he’s a sucker for awkward stories. “I still feel bad sometimes, you know… I feel like I don’t deserve his trust, I’m terrified to make a mistake but he’s relentless. I wanted to keep a distance, but I clearly failed.” A self-deprecating giggle leaves your mouth.

“But you don’t see him as pro hero Deku anymore.” Momo speaks up, looking straight into your eyes. “There are no fangirl-sparkles in your eyes, Y/N, what I see is fondness. And I’ve never seen Midoriya looking at someone like that before. Whatever this is, it’s a good thing. And I’m happy it’s you. You are sweet, funny and cute and fit into our little group perfectly.” Momo’s knowing smile make you feel jiggly all over; you can sense the misunderstanding in the air.

“Momo, w-we are not…” you are just about to mumble out a bunch of nonsense but Jirou stops you.

“Y/N I love you and I understand this is all new to you but if you say there’s nothing brewing between you two I will throw you out of the window.”

“He’s literally sitting right here!” You whisper aggressively but your words are met with nothing but a smirk.

“OI, Zuku!” Jirou yells, making the half-asleep greenette pop his head up from your shoulders. “I have a guy I want Y/N to meet, is that okay? He said Y/N is really cute and wants to go on a date with her.”

Midoriya visibly tenses next to you, his hands snaking around your waist protectively as he stares at Jirou with pale face and dark eyes. He pulls you closer with one swift move, still staring at Jirou with murderously.

“I do not own Y/N, why are you asking me?” Midoriya retorts, but his body is literally shaking from the pent up stress.

Jirou looks at Momo and says “I told you so.” and changes the topic to something else; Midoriya doesn’t dare to snooze anymore, he listens intently to every single word with his arms around your waist. You have no idea what just happened, to be honest.

“You wanna go… on that date?” Izuku whispers into your ears, making you shiver.

“I’m not a fan of blind dates, so no.” You answer honestly. “I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m happy with what we’ve got. I’m happy now and I don’t need anything else.” You smile at him and you can’t miss the way he looks down at your lips and back up to your eyes then to your lips again as the whole world stops spinning for you two.

“Oh my god, you two are insufferable.” Katsuki chimes in and sits down at the front, Uravity right in his toes.

“I feel like I really came at the wrong time.” Uraraka scratches the back of her head awkwardly as she plops down next to the explosive blonde.

“It’s always the wrong time with them.” Katsuki grumbles, looking at you two with resentment.

“Kacchan!” Midoriya hides his face in your neck in embarrassment and you are not even phased by his actions anymore; it’s so funny to think about how flustered you were in the first few weeks yet here you are now, barely even bothered by Midoriya’s snuggles.

“We are here!” Shouto stops the bus; Uraraka moans about her not being able to join the gossip but she makes her way out of the bus, albeit reluctantly.

Let’s do this! - you hype yourself up as you step out into the forest, surrounded by nothing but green grass and massive trees with your favorite hero by your side.

Next Part!

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Potato ramble:

- Wow, Deku really went for it, didn’t he?! I’m just as surprised as you are, to be honest. I don’t think he realized how suggestive that was and don’t forget that he was extremely sleep-deprived, so his walls were down completely, just enjoying to be able to be around you after not seeing you for so long.

- Btw week 6 will have at least 5 parts, I’m sorry. You’ll really enjoy them though, there is so much happening in the next few chapters! You two definitely get even closer to each other on this trip… Khm.

- Daily shopaholic potato update: this is the last update as I feel like this is getting out of hand on my side 😂 so instead of telling you about all the funkos I bought this week I will tell you a funny story instead. So I’ve been on a shopping spree to get some elegant stuff for an engagement party so I went into TK MAXX. (if you don’t know the store, it’s full of fancy (branded) but cheap clothing, mostly shopped by older people. Everyone thinks I’m weird for loving it, but I certainly do lol) I just passed by the children’s section and… I found this. How did this end up in TK MAXX? Don’t ask me.

Taglist: @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @momothemasocist @aymasakusa @sky179ler @kastuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat

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[cleabellanov]

Jet-Skiing through Identity: a deep dive into Mobius M. Mobius (part 1) 🚤

The story started when you said hello.

Our first interaction with this character dates back almost three years now, on the 9th of June 2021. That was when the first episode of the Loki series was released.

So it goes: we see Mobius at the guiding side character, someone to follow in this vast new space the main character is suddenly thrown in. He is a calm, steady figure. However, his serious status as an analyst not cancelling a friendly character. The first ever shot in the series introduces Mobius under the sunlight. The following scenes show him speaking French to a little girl, proving a soothing behavior despite the tight situation they were in.

For someone who works at the TVA, he shows to be quite open minded. He, of course, has a very analytical mind - while still considerating he could think outside the box, whereas other of his colleagues wouldn't accept that a box exists. Even having studied variants, having a focus point is Loki, and knowing the danger it would bring to have to trust one, he still gives this variant a chance. More than that, he takes full responsability for it: when Ravonna says: "If anything goes sideways, it's on you" he responds with a relaxed "Okay".

The first impression Mobius leaves is, therefore, one of a relaxed, almost joyful one.

Although meant to be playful, his response to Loki's threat to "burn this place to the ground" with a flippant "I'll show you my office, you can start there" hints at a potential underlying dissatisfaction with his own situation within the TVA.

But that's not all, and when the easygoing dialogue doesn't work to get under Loki's skin (which couldn't have happened so easily anyway) we get to see where studying variants brought Mobius: to knowing how to manipulate through emotions, using the information at his hands. The only way to get Loki talking was to shatter the illusion he was maintaining, and Mobius knew that. Being able to see this variant for what they truly are proves his smartness, but "lack" of empathy. However, it is more of a block than a lack- for the sake of efficiency- as a consequence of not only working, but living your entire life in the TVA. As a consequence to this, great strenght is also required to keep your true nature instead of just letting it be erased by time and the utter dedication to the time keepers- the only beings allowed to tell right from wrong. Mobius proves that strenght too.

Then, in the second episode of the series, the frame narrows down: from the big scheme to a lower one. Now, a more comfortable theme seems to be growing in the atmosphere between these two characters. We can see Loki sitting with his feet on a desk, magazine in hand, having a small quarrel with Miss Minutes. This is when we find out that Mobius still has more to introduce about himself. There is something that gets him closer to the viewers: having a personal interest with no specific corrrelation with the rest of the story: jet skis.

Going on the first mission of finding the rogue Loki variant (Sylvie, as she is later called) Mobius doesn't let himself be fooled away by Loki's silver tongue, even if in attempt to give him the chance he brought him in for, he almost gets into his play. "You almost had me for a second. My ears are sharp too" Therefore, this character with a first impression of a calm guide and a comic relief isn't to be underestimated. Just because he believes in his cause (collaborating with Loki to fin his variant) it doesn't make him a fool. -> If you have to courage to believe in something impossible, you also have the strength to make it possible.

There is also a soft jelaousy in his character; and seen not only in his attitude towards Loki finding an ally in Sylvie. It's there when talking to Ravonna Renslayer about "other analysts", and the traces left by them in her office.

This might appear as a personal pride, when for Mobius, it is more like a fear: he's afraid of being abandoned or replaced. (Remember the "Who's gonna miss an old analyst with a heart of gold" from season 2?) This internalized feeling therefore translates to the jelaousy we see on screen (or the blocking of emotions once again, but we'll get to that later).

Ravonna's "I know you have a soft spot for broken things" reveales how this character always cared, maybe more than he should have. This desire to help Loki get better (spoiler: he succeeds) is rooted in his own heart, in need of the same care he is giving away. -> Look at you comforting others with the words you wish to hear.

It also grows quickly into something more, that strictly has to do with this variant, a sympathy that is not put into words, but is seen in actions.

He once again proves to be gentle with Loki, despite the latest mission not going the way he was supposed to. He's stubborn, still wanting to go his way even when there are so many others: safer, and that conform to the TVA. He wants to give Loki his daggers back (LOVE IS A DAGGER WHO?!?), clear proof that he is confident in what he is doing. While the potential consequences outweigh his previous actions , Mobius's determination stays the same.

The one unforeseen factor that disrupts his meticulously ordered plan is Loki's escape through the time door after Sylvie bombed the sacred timeline. For the first time, we see Mobius's cool crack, his frantic calls of "Loki!" echoing in vain.

[chrollohearttags]

can we get more soft times with musician! eren I loved the writing about him being naturally dominant and to be honest I need more of that😭

bestie, I do too. 😭🥺 like a bitch really wants to be hugged so lemme just give y’all a little something. Also, small spoiler to the story and another ask that someone requested. A bit of sadness too.

thinking about how !musician eren is constantly doing his best to affirm (y/n) and make sure that you know you’re loved. Because you didn’t grow up in the typical family unit and has been so used to doing things on your own for years, it’s hard to ask for help. You constantly tell him ‘I got it’ or ‘I don’t want to bother you, I can handle it.’ And honestly, it tears him up because he knows that you’re independent and he respects it but you shouldn’t have to lift a finger when he’s in your life. You had told him before how your past boyfriends had you in love by yourself. How you’re so used to having to handle shit without anyone in your corner and he can’t stand it. “Baby, you should never have to feel like that. I promise as long as I’m around, you don’t need to do worry about a damn thing.” So Eren has started making it his mission to have entire days completed devoted to you. Where money or material things aren’t involved. Just acts of service and pure love. It doesn’t have to be a birthday or anything..just when he feels like you need a break from life. “Cancel that gig today. It’s just me and you, alright?” or “let’s just shut these phones off..no work, no distractions. How’s that sound?” Like making you breakfast in bed, doing some fun little activity with you like painting or even just cuddling and listening to you talk about your life. From childhood to your teen years. He wants you to have a safe space where you get to be yourself. When you try to apologize or like downplay something you went through in your past because you’re afraid he may see you differently, he gets so frustrated because he is literally in love with every part of you. “I promise there isn’t a thing you could say or do that would make me love you any less so cut that shit out.” If you start crying or get emotional about something, he won’t stop you, he’ll hold you to his chest and have you let it out. “You don’t have to be so strong all the time..not for me or anybody else. It’s alright.” And hearing you makes him want to cry but he holds it together. Ugh, he would be the sweetest, I swear.

[hyperfixiation-station]

One Little Slip, a Lifetime of Regret

TW: Blood, death, swearing, suicide

Part 2

A suicide mission you think to yourself, shaking your head sadly, that's what all this was for?

Ghost had come to you, nearly 3 months ago, telling you he didn't love you and didn't want to see you again. You gave him a day's space before going to talk with him, but he was gone.

And now you knew why. The stupid idiot had thought breaking up with you would make his death hurt less. But you didn't give up easily. You still loved him. And you would find him before time ran out.

“Ghost!” Your shout echoes through the building, his last known location. He'd gone dark almost 4 hours ago and you had gotten to his location as fast as possible. You spent the hour flight there with fear and frustration warring in your heart. Fear that the love of your life could be bleeding out, and frustration that he felt the need to break up with you before going on a suicide mission instead of just saying something. 

A noise to your left breaks you out of your thoughts and you kick the door open, weapon out and ready to shoot. Instead of hostiles however, you find Ghost. He's slumped against the wall, hand on his stomach, a pool of dark liquid below him.

"SOAP!" You cry desperately into the radio, "I need medivac!" 

You don't hear his reply as you drop to your knees beside Ghost. frantically checking for signs of life. 

You breathe a sigh of relief. His pulse is slow and thready, but it's there. Almost on cue, his eyes flutter, and you find him staring at you, almost unseeingly. 

"Y/n." You see him mouth your name, blood trickling out the corner of his mouth. 

"Hey baby." You say softly, pressing your hand to his wound. He gasps, eyes screening shut. He opens his mouth again, to try and say something, anything, to you, but coughs instead.  Blood, thick and red and dark, spills from his mouth, spattering on your face.

You can hear the distant sound of a helo heading towards your location. You look down at Ghost, who you notice is going pale. He looks up at you again, eyes fluttering. 

"Stay with me." You sob, pressing his stomach harder. He barely even reacts, which worries you further. 

He looks down at you with his bloodshot eyes, his breathing faint. He coughs again, and red spittle escapes his mouth.

"Not going anywhere, darlin'..."

"You promise?" It's a hopeless thing to say, but it's all you can think. 

"Promise." He smiles weakly, eyelids fluttering. 

"Soap!" You cry into the radio. 

"5 more minutes sweetheart!" Soap's accent comes out thick as he struggles not to panic.

"Ghost, baby, I need you to stay with me." You say desperately, hitting his cheek as his eyes flutter shut. 

"Darlin'..." His eyelids flutter open and his eyes meet yours, bloodshot but full of love nonetheless.

You feel his hand squeeze your own. He looks up at you, then at the wound. 

"Sorry..." His voice is hoarse as grimaces with pain.

His body spasms, and his eyes roll to the back of his head. 

"...I love you…" A dying man's final words. 

"I l-love you too." You sob.

Your eyes drop to Ghost, his body motionless beneath you.

He's not breathing.

You scream then, cupping his lifeless face in your hands. 

"Simon please." You beg, "please don't do this to me." 

But he is gone. What remained of his soul slowly leaves his body in the most agonizing way imaginable.

Tears stream down your face as you cradle his body in your arms, and his head tilts to the side. His lips are curled in a small smile.

You reach shakily for the radio on your shoulder. 

"Soap," you say through your tears, "Cancel the medivac. It is no longer needed." There's a long moment of silence from the other end. 

"Fuck." Finally comes from the other side, Soaps voice shaky and thick. 

You stare down at Ghost's lifeless body, running your fingers through his hair as you press a kiss to his already-cooling forehead. 

You feel his soft blonde hair between your fingers, and you remember how much he loved it when you did this back at the barracks.

Ghost was always the type to be cold to people, but he turned into a puppy whenever he was with you, always wanting your attention and affection.

You kiss his forehead, as if hoping that maybe he will wake up again. But you know in your heart that he will never wake up again. Ever.

~~~~~`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Angst Ending~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Sorry Soap." You  murmur into the radio. You don't listen for a response, tossing the radio to the side. You trace Ghosts face with your hands. 

"I can not live in a world without you." You whisper hoarsely to Ghost. You slide your gun from its holster, place the barrel under your chin, and fire. The last thing you hear is  the door slamming open and Soaps screaming. 

Your vision goes black, and there is silence. No more gunfire. No more yelling. No more pain. Just the dark, quiet abyss.

And the ghost of Simon Riley by your side.

[rinwritesfics]

Vacation

Plot: Your leave was cancelled, so Hawk improvises.

Warnings: suggestive material at the end

Word Count: 1717

Author’s Note: Thanks to the Discord for the help with this, both with Hawk’s concept appearance (@fakegingerr and @diviluscorner) and for divilu for the character – this one has been a long time coming.

“Hawk!” you yelled from under the ship. “What did you do to my baby?”

“Your baby? It’s my ship!” he laughed.

“Not if you’re not taking care of her!”

He scooted under with you. “What did you find?”

“The reason the landing gear jammed.” You held up your gloved hands and played with the substance between your fingers, a disgusted look on your face. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s sticky, gritty, and all kinds of nasty.”

Hawk scrunched up his nose. “Gross.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me. It doesn’t smell like gear grease, so it had to come from the last mission.”

“What does it smell like?”

You held your fingers over to him and he sniffed, then his whole face contorted at the rancid smell. “Oh, is that where that smell is coming from? I thought something crawled in and died in this hangar bay.”

“Precisely why I don’t favor the idea of finding out what this is. I just want it gone.” You pulled your hand back and wiped it on a towel. He gave the towel a disgusted look and you laughed. “Oh, don’t worry. It’s the most threadbare towel I have. I’ll burn it and space the ashes once I’m done.”

Hawk laughed and you smiled as you watched him. You had it for him. You had it pretty good. Or pretty bad, it was hard to tell anymore. It probably started because he was the one you spent the most time with aside from the other mechanics. It may have even been because he actually cared about the tactics you used on his LAAT/i when you worked on it. It wasn’t all that often you worked on a ship the pilot would actually stay around to see fixed up. He’d started off teasing you, but then started wanting to learn over time.

“Y/N? You okay?” Hawk asked, breaking into your thoughts.

You turned away and blinked. “Yeah, sorry. I’m just a little tired. Guess I’m lucky I’ll get some time off soon with the leave.”

His face fell a little. “Yeah. I’m glad you get to go on that vacation you were talking about. But what will we do without you?”

You laughed. “Hopefully not get into too much trouble! Otherwise the other mechanics will make sure I never hear the end of it! ‘Oh, yeah, they broke this and this while you were gone and then I had to clean it.’”

He chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

“Your best to stay out of trouble, or do your best to get into trouble?”

“Maybe a little bit of both, gotta keep life interesting for you.”

You turned back to the gooey purple stuff on the landing gear. “Oh, don’t worry. You always do. Hey, if you’re sticking around, mind grabbing me the dental pick from my tool kit? There’s a couple spots I’ll need to reach into that my fingers can’t.”

“Will you burn that, too, after cleaning?”

You laughed again. “Only to sterilize it!”

He crawled out of his spot and you watched the back of his head as he did. His maroon wing tattoos mirrored each other from the base of his skull and wrapped up to his temples. There was a pair of darker Jaig eyes hidden at the start of each wing, one eye on each. The tattoos were darkened still by the shadow of the close shave he had. You didn’t know the origin of the eyes, but they matched Captain Rex’s so there had to be a connection there and in regards to his piloting.

He then crawled back under with the tool which you grabbed from him, your hands just brushing each other. He looked like he was about to say something else, but a couple troopers called his name.

“Go on, I’ve got it.” You smiled, then turned back to the mess. “Go have some down time.”

He did a look between the door and you, then gave you an apologetic look before leaving.

. . .

“I’m sorry, what do you mean permission was retracted?”

“Exactly what it says. You’re needed here.”

“But this shore leave was guaranteed to me.”

The head mechanic gave you a sympathetic look and put his hand on your shoulder. “I wish there was more I could do. I’m sorry.”

You turned away numbly. Three months. You had been guaranteed this time off just like the others on your civilian team. You had planned everything with your friends back home three months in advance. Now it was all gone.

You meandered to the mess hall and numbly grabbed a tray before plopping down at an empty table. Your shift was over, Hawk’s landing gear was clean and functional, and now you had nothing to distract you.

Time passed, or maybe it didn’t because of how tired you were, so when Hawk showed up, you didn’t know how long you had been sitting, prodding at your food as if expecting it to stand up and do a dance.

“Hey-oh, what happened? Is the gear done for?” Hawk immediately sat beside you.

“Oh, no, your gear’s just like new.” You turned back to your full tray and Hawk pushed his away slightly to turn his full attention – and body – to you.

“Food worse than usual? Something hurt? What is it?”

“I’m staying here, Hawk. I’ve been denied my vacation. Too many campaigns need my expertise. Guess you’ll be seeing more of me than you thought.”

His mouth dropped open. “Hey, no, that’s not what I -”

“I know.” You gave him a half-smile to try to reassure him. “It’s not your fault.”

“Even though it’s not my fault, I’m still sorry to hear you won’t get that rest you need. That you won’t get to go exploring and spend time in the sun.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly, then pushed your tray away and rested your chin on your arms. “Oh, by the way, I found the source of that goo. It was organic, not mechanic.”

“What was it?”

“Trust me when I say you don’t want to know.” You sighed, then grabbed your tray and stood up, looking at it guiltily.

His voice was soft when he spoke. “Hey, I’ll take care of it. It’s okay.”

You gave him a small smile, a real one, then set the tray down and walked away. Even if you weren’t going on vacation, you were at least going to try to get some rest.

. . .

A few hours later, a knock came at the door of your quarters, rousing you from your sleep.

“Hey,” said Hawk. He stood before you in only the lower half of his kit, rubbing the back of his neck and looked like his mind was elsewhere. He looked really, really cute.

You blinked. Clearly you were delirious. “Hi.”

“I don’t mean to bother you, but -”

“What did you break?”

His eyes widened and he lifted his hands. “Nothing, I swear! I just wanted to show you something.”

You chuckled softly. “Okay, what did your brothers break?”

“Still nothing. I checked.”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean you checked?”

“It’s… easier to explain if I show you.”

. . .

“Hawk, where are we going? This isn’t the way to the hangar bay.”

“I know. Just trust me. Trust me like I trust you.”

You blushed. “Okay.”

After another minute, he let go of your hand in front of a door. “Trust me?”

You nodded and he placed his hands over your eyes. You heard the door open and he guided you in. When you heard the door close, you could feel his arms move away from you. “Open your eyes.”

When you did, you were stunned. The room was lit in warm light only by four lamps on the floor set to medium and a blanket canopy hung in the middle of the room. Under the canopy were a few pillows piled up and another blanket. A mess room tray had snacks on it, and a datapad sat next to it.

“Hawk, did you do all this?” you asked in a hushed tone. He had even gotten you the good snacks!

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I had a little help. I know it’s not the vacation you wanted, but -”

You threw your arms around his neck. “Thank you! This is so sweet!”

He hesitantly wrapped his arms around your waist, and you pulled back quickly.

“I’m sorry, that was very inappropriate of me to do.”

“Wait, no, I uh… I liked it.”

You looked back up at him.

“Can I… can I admit something? You don’t have to reciprocate, I promise.” He paused a moment to confirm he still had your attention. Worry creased his brow and the low light in the room exacerbated the lines. “I like you. More than… more than a friend.”

“You’re not kidding, are you?” you asked softly, excitement starting to bubble in your chest.

“No, I’m serious.”

You hugged him again. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while, now.”

“Oh, thank the Maker.” He hugged you back.

After a moment, you pulled away. “Do you have anywhere to be soon?”

He shook his head. “Not unless something comes up. Why?”

You bit your lower lip. “Would you like to join me on my ‘vacation’?”

His eyes brightened. “I’d really like that.”

“Come on, then, help me pick a holovid. Maybe we can share my snacks.” You winked.

He picked you up and spun you around before settling you on the ground again, laughing at your squeal. “I’d really like to kiss you right now,” he said quietly.

“Me, too,” you whispered back and leaned to catch his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and sweet until he picked you up and carried you to lay amongst the pillows. You broke the kiss to giggle.

“What?” he asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just that hawks mate for life and you just laid me down in a mess of pillows that suspiciously could also be considered a nest.”

He laughed, then said softly, “I wouldn’t mind mating for life with you if I was a bird.”

“Me, too, Hawk.” You kissed him again in your nest of pillows, leaving the datapad completely forgotten.

Taglist: @trixie2023

(I'm not a good artist, but here's the rough concept of what I pictured.)

[multifandomenjoyerr]

🕷️ Miles Morales As a Caregiver (Into the spider verse)

🎀 : A/N , He's my comfort fr 😭 he's my favorite spiderman, I'm not sorry (might make a pravitr agere hc post ? 👀 ✨)

🎀 : Edit , I saw the first movie for the first time in a few years, so I updated a few things to make it a little more accurate to Miles himself. So, enjoy!

⚠️ : TW/Mentions : spiders, petnames, physical touch, overprotection mention

🕷️ : When you told him you were an age regressor he would reply rather calmly and chill. Something maybe along the lines of: "oh cool!:) I'm glad you told me”

🕷️ : he doesn't know what age regression meant.

🕷️ : "I know what age regression is.. buut can you explain it to me again?":}"

🕷️ : once you actually explained it to him he might have made a small "awh"

🕷️ : BIG BROTHER CAREGIVER 100%

☕ : he won't admit it but he can be overprotective of you at times.

☕ : he doesn't let you cross the street on your own if you regress under 10. So he mostly holds your hand in public

🕷️ : “Cmon bubba, hold my hand for me, okay?”

🎒 : remember when I mention he can be overprotective? Yeah. Baby carrier 90% of the time. Though he tries to avoid it if you don't like it or don't use it alot

🎒 : though, he WILL use a baby carrier if he took you out on a 'mission'. He just cant really carry you while in the air, and he doesn't want you to fall.

☕ : if you don't like heights he'll literally just run on the ground. He doesn't like scaring you, so he'd just do his spiderman jobs on the ground if he can help it.

🍼 : he loves to play games with you. Wether that be virtual games like Minecraft, or physical games like hide and seek or tag. If it's a physical game, he would play "peek a boo" with you

🍼 : "where did Miles go..? There he is!” *He takes his hands off his eyes*

☀️ : Gwen literally adores you. She loves playing pretend with you, and will drag miles into her shenanigans. If you like dress up, she'd usually play knights and dragons.

🎧 : if you're noise sensitive, he'd make sure to keep his music down or personally buy noise canceling headphones (he designed it himself)

☁️ : If you stim, he stims too. He has a swaying stim, a dancing stim and a leg tap stim. change my mind

💤 : not a super strict caregiver, but you have a bedtime. He can usually be convinced for a longer bedtime schedule for that night with some puppy eyes

💤 : he lives for physical affection. He loves to have you sit in his lap or keep his arm around your shoulder. He was awkward at first when it came to physical affection, but came around rather quickly

🖍️ : if you like to draw he'll let you draw in his notebooks. He'd always end up putting them up on his walls. Ganke thinks it's a nice change of colour

🖍️ : the only person he trusts to babysit you is Ganke. Ganke is one of the most chilled babysitters out there. Semi-verbal caregiver but usually gives you things you might need and letting you do your thing

🖍️ : if grown close overtime, Ganke would Share his comic books with you

🎨 : Miles might've took you to spray paint a wall that one time—

🧃 : his usual petnames/nicknames are between "bubba/bud/little one/prince(ess)"

🕷️ : I headcanon he has a pet jumping spider named "Charlotte" (Charlotte's web reference heh)

🕷️ : if you don't like spiders, he usually doesn't let Charlotte out when you're at his apartment

☁️ Small fic time:D! ☁️

Miles held your hand gently, with a hint of firmness and protection with it. You regressed during school about 2/3 through it and he found out about it. You felt embarrassed since this was the second time this week, but truthfully he didn't really mind. In fact it just made his 'big brother' side come out more. He smiled gently, nudging your shoulder slightly with his. trying to gain your attention as you spaced out. "You okay there, bubba? You seem to be more spaced out than usual.. are you okay?" He seemed to be concerned for you. But kept a gentle tone for you, so he wouldn't scare you accidentally. You shook your head, pouting your lip slightly. You raised your arms up, doing the small Grabby hands to catch his full attention. And unsurprisingly it worked pretty well. He stopped walking and turned to you. "Yeah? You want me to pick you up, little one?” he asked, tilting head slowly before his small neutral smile turned into a goofy grin. "Aw, well, alright then.. c'mon bud” he smiled, picking you up without a struggle. He rested you carefully on his shoulders before walking again.

[doom-dreaming]

Operation: CAKE BAKE

He's already reaching over to turn off the alarm when he hears the front door close downstairs. It would have gone off five minutes later, but it wasn't worth waking Cortana if he was already up. As quietly as possible, he slips out of bed. She'd wake up with the sunrise in plenty of time to join Linda on the front porch, he and Fred could start—

"...where're you goin...?"

He stops with his hand on the door. "It's Kelly's birthday."

"You say that like it's an explanation," she yawns, half-heartedly kicking the blanket off. "But if you've got something planned, I want in."

"Oh, you're part of it," he assures. "This mission is all hands on deck."

"Mission?" It only takes the few steps from the bed to the door for the sleepy haze in her eyes to be fully replaced by an expression he's much more familiar with. "This wouldn't have anything to do with yesterday's suspicious shopping trip, would it?"

"Maybe."

Fred and Linda are already in the kitchen when the two of them arrive a few seconds later. Bowls, spoons, spatulas, and various ingredients are arranged immaculately on every inch of available counter space. Linda nods a greeting.

"Okay." Fred begins, crossing his arms. "Kelly will be returning from her run in exactly two hours and...fifty-six minutes. We're splitting into teams. Team Bravo—," he motions to himself and John, "—is in charge of the cake. Team Delta—" he points at Linda and Cortana, "you two are the lookouts and the distraction, if needed. If we're not done by the time she gets back, you get her out of here by any means necessary."

Linda's eyebrows twitch higher. "Any means?"

"...within reason. Use your best judgment."

Cortana shrugs, immediately navigating around the baking paraphernalia for a coffee mug. "Easy enough. I'm fine letting you boys handle the hard part."

Fred and John share a look. "I'd rather be following step-by-step instructions than trying to wrangle Kelly away from anything."

"Assuming we'll even need to." Linda swings by the coffee table to grab a book on her way to the porch. Cortana follows with coffee several minutes later.

Fred cracks another egg. "We'll have this done before she's back, right?"

John shrugs, measuring out the sugar. He can't resist the joke. "Don't worry about it. It'll be cake."

**********

Cortana returns from the patio two hours and forty-nine minutes later with her empty mug. “Linda’s up on the roof. She says she spotted Kelly about five minutes out. Status report? Ooh, frosting.” She swipes her finger into the bowl.

John ‘tsks’ but doesn’t try to stop her.

“We’re close enough that we shouldn’t need any drastic diversions,” Fred answers, cracking open another box of candles. “Give us a little bit of a buffer when she gets here.”

“Yessir.” She steals another finger of frosting on her way back out.

After a couple minutes, John sighs and sets down the knife. “This is the hard part.”

“Looks good to me. Ready for candles?”

"Mm. Frosting’s thin on this side."

A swell of voices and footsteps from the patio sends them both into an instant frenzy.

"It doesn't have to be perfect, just put the candles in. That's an order."

"You're pulling rank now?"

"I told them to stall, not divert, remember? We have thirty seconds. If we're lucky."

"You know I am."

"Well I'm not, so it probably cancels out."

John places the final few candles and grabs for the lighter just as the voices on the porch reach the front door. Fred does his best to lean against the counter in a way that hides the cake. The door opens.

"Damn, it smells really good in here. Did you bake a cake or something?"

The click of the lighter breaks the silence of the beat that follows. Fred slides away from the counter. John motions to the cake, now visible. "Happy birthday."

[luviestarz]

nct pt 5

ice cream thief [ l.dh ]

synopsis ⇢ someone has been eating haechan's favorite ice cream so he decides to put a hidden camera in the kitchen and living room thinking it's a shared space it shouldn't invade anyone's privacy... right?

eyes on me. (m.l)

SYNOPSIS: mark wants you to keep your eyes on him as he pleases you.

tease | lee haechan

summary: Playing spin the bottle definitely wasn't what you had envisioned for your first college party. And the last person you expected to see was Lee Haechan. But life has a funny way of throwing surprises at you, and this time it came in the form of the bottle landing on some drunk dude who dared you to kiss Haechan.

Paint Me Naked. | H.RJ

Summary: You’re stuck doing body paint with Huang Renjun and it leads to something more than getting your body painted.

❥︎perv mark, masturbation, fantasies of reader.

[9:10 PM] - mark

daze - haechan (smut)

haechan drabble

pretty in pink, but my head’s in the dark | L.DH (panty stealer)

stalker!haechan x fem!reader

dreamies w a clingy s/o

texting the dreamies!

! calling dreamies by their name

brothers best friend perv!hyuck….

content: perv!jisung x reader, braces

neocentral masterlist

𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ¹⁸⁺ - haechan

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you and lee donghyuck both get along like oil and water. if it were up to you, you would be going about your days without even breathing in his direction. unfortunately you're in the same friend group and you have to tolerate each other. as handsome or attractive as people claim him to be, you hate his guts. there's so many reasons why you hate him, so why do you get butterflies in your stomach when he's near?

flustered by you

✿ pairing | streamer!haechan x streamer!reader

✿ synopsis | your boyfriend surely knows how to make you flustered, even when he’s the one who should be.

best friend!haechan drabble

to have you

✿ pairing | streamer!hyuck x streamer!reader

✿ synopsis | your sleeping schedules never fail to worsen, but in luck, you have him to ease those troubles — just don’t mind the stream in the background, of course.

Just one more.

pairing: bf!hyuck x reader

random texts w/ 7dream

tutor!haechan catching reader at a party after canceling a session because they're "sick" and lets say he doesnt take it lightly...

high (with my lover) [m] – l.dh

summary: y/n smokes up with donghyuck for the first time.

⇢ haechan as your boyfriend

getting even | lee haechan (P1)

synopsis —  Haechan is notorious for his pranks. Who can forget about the one time the campus fountain was bleeding red? You were weary of never getting on his wrong side, but when you get to know him better, it seems like behind all that front he's a sweet and caring guy. That is until you get a bucket of water dunked on you straight after he promised he wouldn't pull something on you. You're not only pissed that he had fooled you like this, but that he chose such a simple prank.

what the puck! - haechan

synopsis: you hit the university’s star hockey player with your car. shenanigans (and maybe even a little romance) ensue. 

double dog dare - haechan

lee donghyuck fic rec list 2

double take | l.dh

friends to lovers, highschool au, slowburn, fluff, angst 

going below zero | l.dh

synopsis ❄ Considering how much Haechan makes it his personal mission to antagonize you at work, it seems like a rather cruel twist of fate that the both of you have been side by side since middle school, the only consolation being that his office is a different floor from yours. But if there’s a saying about how distance makes the heart grow fonder, your attitude with him might just be the opposite, and it’ll take a family ski holiday to find out.

take my breath. - haechan

summary | lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.

ONE KNOCK AWAY - jisung

synopsis: it's been years since you've seen your brother's best friend and avoiding him will be more of a challenge than you planned. Especially when he's just one knock away.

THE ONLY EXCEPTION - haechan

SYNOPSIS: mark was overprotective and he didn’t fail to show it, warning all the guys to stay away from you, his best friends were no exception. so, how will you make it work when you return back after graduating school, only to find that your crush is paying more attention to you than ever? it most certainly doesn’t help that it’s lee donghyuck, to whom, you are strictly off limits.

NCT127 + NCT DREAM: When they first slide it in

୨୧ telling nct 127 about your bad date (but they’re in love with you)

⿻ NCT DREAM DIRTY BF TEXTS !

reaction to you running away after confessing ! NCT DREAM

 body language [l.dh]

You and Donghyuck have been dance partners for the past 6 years. When he gets into an accident that costs him a competition and substitutes himself with another dancer, he realizes he’s not so open at all to having you dance with someone else, especially having their hands in the places he considered his.

first kiss with nct dream !

haechan cw: a bit suggestive!

nct dream text reactions “why’d you do that?” prank

𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 - 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻!Haechan 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

[dramatic-squirrel]

Daminette December Day 30- End

@maribat-calendar-events

“I had a really nice time tonight, Damian.” He and Marinette walked next to each other, the light of the street lamps, softly illuminating their path. “Thanks for everything.”

He coughed once before responding. “I had an enjoyable experience as well. The Gotham aquarium and their mission to cure and release injured sea animals is admirable.” 

They lapsed into momentary silence before Marinette spoke to fill the awkward space. “Do you have a favorite sea creature?” Before he could respond, she jumped in front of him and held up her hands. “Wait, hold on. Let me guess.” Furrowing her brows, she went through every choice she could think of. “Stingrays?”

He was slightly stunned by the guess. “I would have assumed you’d guess a shark. Why did you choose stingray?” He was more curious in her thought process than the original answer.

“Sharks are cool, but I figured you would be into something less carnivorous. Plus sharks, dolphins and whales are all cliche answers and you strike me as the type of person who despises cliches.” She moved back to walking next to him.

“Well, you’re partially correct. I hate cliches, however, my favorite aquatic animal is the Narwhal.”

“A narwhal,” she whispered to herself. Maybe she could make a plushie of that, the horn might be tricky though. She came back to the conversation just as they were reaching the corner of the street. “I think my favorite would have to be sea angels. They’re delicate and tiny, but they're so graceful when swimming and I don’t know… they’re just so ethereal, it’s hard not to be impressed.” Slowly she inched her hand closer to Damian’s, they’re fingers just barely grazed.

Once again the silence filled the space between them and Marinette began to worry if she was doing something wrong. Before she could ask though, a new voice spoke up, this one dark and gravelly. “It’s a bit late for two young teenagers to be walking around the streets of Gotham.” They spun around to see the Batman standing behind them.

“I’m sor-” Before she could finish, Damian interrupted her.

“Your concern is noted and unnecessary.” Something like anger seemed to cross his face but Marinette couldn’t figure out why.

“I’m simply reminding you two to get on your way quickly, in order to avoid any danger.”

“More like to spy,” Damian muttered under his breath. Shaking his head, he grabbed Marinette’s hand and almost ran away from Batman dragging her along. From behind she thought she could almost make out Batman telling someone called Agent A about canceling a mission, but it was hard to hear as they made their way out of range.

They didn’t slow down until they got right outside of the hotel that Marinette was currently staying at. “I guess this is it,” she grabbed her elbow as she peeked at Damian. 

“Yes, I suppose it is.” She didn’t move and neither did he. And then they spoke at the same time.

“Would you like-”

“I wanted to ask-” Marinette started to giggle as a small smile appeared on Damian’s face. He gestured to her to go first. “Do you want to go on another date? Maybe you’d like to accompany me to the art museum?”

He nodded his head. “Does Wednesday, 2pm work for you?” At her nod, they set the date. “Then I will see you then. Good night, Marinette.”

“Good night, Damian. And this really was a fun first date, so thank you.” He watched as she entered the lobby and then the elevator and only then did he leave, secured in the knowledge that she made it back safely.

[crypticlem]

the dark pictures directive 8020 trailer details

i'm really excited for this game so i just wanna point some things out and expand on little stuff we got in both the teaser trailer and title!!

so we all know how the vampires in house of ashes came from the moon, that's why they're so sensitive to sun, and light in general. and we know that all the dark pictures anthology games are connected, shown in house of ashes where we see rachel and eric in little hope in that short flashback. this game is probably connected just as the others are, and i think we will be seeing the vampires again.

you can hear the sounds of the creatues in the teaser trailer, which sound a lot like the same vampires from house of ashes. it also makes me think, how would they be able to counteract the vampires in this game? due to the fact they're in space and on the moon, where the vampires are most safe from the light, and are used to the sources of light there due to it being their habitat.

at the start of the trailer, you can see in the bottom left corner there is text saying "cetus constellation" which is an actual constellation, and is also known as "the whale" in english. while rachel is dying from the infection in house of ashes, salim says that the vampires originated from the cetus constellation, as he found the information in the scientist mary's notes.

about the title aswell, directive 8020 was an actual mission of nasa, which was cancelled. the mission was originally about controlling biological contamination from outer space.

in the bottom left corner of the trailer, you can also see the words "coc cassiopeia". coc could stand for certificate of competency, to show that the people going on this mission are verified and have the abilities to perform the mission safely. cassiopeia is also an actual constellation, it was named after the queen in greek mythology also known as mother of andromeda, and the constellation is also known as the w constellation due to its shape.

i think the spaceship is named cassiopeia, and the dead astronaut we see in the teaser is commander stafford, recording the broadcast outside of tau ceti f, as he said at the end of the trailer that's what he'd do, and then it focuses more on the planet that i'm assuming is tau ceti f.

with the dialogue "something's wrong with simms. she's trying to kill me!" i think simms got infected, like rachel, clarice and joey did in house of ashes. but by this point of dialogue, i don't think they've found the vampires yet or know of their existence.

"our next broadcast transmission will be broadcast from orbit around humanity's future home." most likely means that they are also on a mission to find a new planet for humans to stay that is capable of keeping them there, which could have vampires and even more creatures we don't know about yet there.

in the teaser trailer they also mention "tau ceti f" which could be the same planet they're trying to get human life onto, as it is a real exoplanet that is hypothesized to be able to support real life. currently it probably doesn't hold any real life on it due to the planet still being in its early stages, which could mean this game has a big time skip forward to when it's able to. i also like the idea of it having a big timeskip, as we could see the concept of future technology and how it's utilised in a game like this.

there are also possible easter eggs/references of directive 8020 in other games. in little hope there's an article about the apollo landing in a newspaper. in the devil in me there is a memorial of the ship "ss cassiopeia" which says:

"in memory of the victims of the great storm of may 1st 1907, in which 187 lives were lost.

the crew and passengers of the ss cassiopeia

which crashed into the rocks at the base of these cliffs."

the ship was an actual ship in service of the us navy in world war II. another one in the devil in me was the last paragraph in the second page of erin's anxiety book, which is a quote about a rocket being able to be launched from the nerve center. and the last one i found was a magazine in the devil in me titled "future vision: count down to mars" which could mean they tried to keep life on mars but it didn't work, or that's what they instead try doing in directive 8020.

it's also important to note that after directive 8020 was cancelled by nasa, they replaced it with directive 8700 which was a success, there could possibly be a successful mission after the main events of the game.

a lot of this could be wrong or right, it's just details i found interesting from the teaser trailer and title. i haven't taken a look at the teaser picture you can find in the devil in me, i'm not sure if there's any more info in that but i'll take a look eventually!! this was so long i am a yapper😪

[ny-nymeria]

Heaven and Earth: Part 20

AN: It's been awhile! I've decided to re-attempt revising and posting my first Gojo fic. Heaven and Earth is a series, so please check out how the whole story unfolds! -Nymeria

Chapter 20: Goodbye For Now

It's been a little over a week since the last time you saw Gojo. Since Suguru was on the run the school was on high alert and most missions had been canceled as the higher ups and instructors deliberated on the next course of action against the defected student. In quiet passing, Yaga had informed you that all sorcerers were ordered to kill Suguru on the spot if he was ever found. You tapped your foot anxiously, sitting next to Yaga's doll-cluttered desk as you watched your sensei read over documents.

"The higher ups want you to go back to Kyoto."

"But why?"

His glasses were already off revealing his furrowed brows. "We don't know what Suguru plans to do. They want to bolster the schools' security and ensure each has enough sorcerers."

"But what's what Master Tengen is for-" as you tried to argue, Yaga handed over a copy of the written orders from the higher ups, eyes scanning over the papered bureaucracy.

"Master Tengen is in agreement with this plan." You looked away and tried to think of any sort of logical rebuttal.

"... I don't want to go."

Yaga sighed, looking at you sympathetically. "How are you and Satoru?"

A pang of sadness built in your gut. 'How even are we?' Since the fight - you've had no calls or messages from him. During meetings you two sat relatively far apart and no one dared to comment why. It wasn't that you were trying to avoid him- you felt awkward and rigid around him and it tore you apart. Each time you looked at him you noticed him looking away as if he was hiding something.

The accompanied silence answered for you; Yaga placed his hand on your shoulder offering some condolences, "Maybe space will do good for the both of you for now." You knew Yaga's hands were tied; the higher ups made most of the decisions for jujutsu sorcerers.

You excused yourself to your dorm and found yourself caught up in your thoughts as you looked through your phone, scrolling through pictures of you and Gojo. The recollection of memories of the two of you being in happy, in love, brought the feeling akin to mourning. The inevitability of decisions was upon you as you tapped your fingers slowly onto your phone screen and with some hesitation, sent

You: You up?

You clutched a pillow to your chest and waited. You wondered if he'd even reply, legs restlessly tapped the bed until you heard a ping from your phone.

Gojo: Yeah. You? (You typing...) You: Roof?

You took a deep breath and stood up, leaving from the patio and climbing up the rafters onto the final rooftop when you saw the sorcerer already sitting, having planted himself on a ledge. "How're you?" He asked as you sat down next to him, his posture almost awkward when you sat farther than he’d like.

"I've… Been better."

The two of you sat in awkward silence; you wished you could reach out to him, embrace him like you normally would; He was physically close enough but felt an infinite ways away from you. You opened your mouth to speak,

"I-" he started.

"I think I'm going to go away for a while." you replied.

Gojo looked at you trying to register what words you spoke. "What?"

You looked down to avoid his stare, "Yaga says the higher ups want me to return to Kyoto." The intensity of Gojo's stare even more, hearing his hands ball up into clenched fists. As you tried to gain confidence with a breath, you were immediately thrown back from the expression on his face; his eyes showed pain as if he were grieving. Tears well up in your eyes, unable to hold back your emotions.

"You could curse me for leaving, if you wanted," You held your hand up to your mouth to hold back a cry, "I wouldn't blame you if you did, Satoru."

Gojo's hand gingerly touch your cheek, his thumb underneath the bottom of your eyelids wiped away the rogue teardrops that fell on your cheek.

"Why would I ever do that to you?" His voice shook slightly, bringing you into his chest as you cried softly, “How could I?” He held onto you as if you were about to be taken away from him; he buried his face into the crook of your neck and closed his eyes to savor your touch he had missed.

"When will you return?" He asked in a whisper.

"I'm not sure. But someday, I will." You placed your forehead onto his and closed your eyes; you could hear his slow breathing. "You don't have to wait for me, Satoru."

He smiled weakly, "Remember... Love is the most twisted curse of them all.” He tilted his face to press his lips onto yours; you wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. You felt his arms wrap around you and his hands cradling the back of your head. The desperation in his kiss palpable as you shed your last tears. The both of you came up for air, sharing each other's breath as you leaned your foreheads against each other.

"Goodbye, Satoru." He looked at you and nodded as you moved away from him. He watched you turn to leave, jumping from the roof into darkness.

DEPARTURE: 10:00 AM FROM TOKYO TO KYOTO VIA BULLET TRAIN

Yaga-sensei. You requested to meet with Yaga one last time. You walked to his office and knocked on the door, "Yaga-sensei, it's me..." "Come in," You slide the door open to say your goodbye. He gave you strong, fatherly hug. "One day, I hope you'll come back. When you're ready."

Megumi-kun. "What do you mean you're leaving?" The boy looked at you with watery eyes. He clutched his shirt as you knelt down to his eye level. You felt an agonizing pain for leaving Megumi, a child who had already lost both his parents. You gave him a hug, squeezed him tightly.

"I have to go somewhere Megumi-kun, but I'll be back." Megumi pouted and gripped at your sides with his tiny arms.

"D-Do you promise?"

"I promise."

You let go and kissed him on the check, "Promise me you'll get stronger and learn sorcery. It doesn't have to be perfect, just do your best and give it your all!"

He nodded. "I'll be back before you know it. Oh! and be nice to Gojo. He loves you." He pouted at the last request, waving goodbye from the window as you walked out the door.

Shoko. "I'm going to miss having another girl around," Shoko said, a gloomy look on her face as she took a drag from her cigarette. "How long do you think you'll be gone for?"

"I'm not sure," you frowned, "But I know I'll come back." Shoko grinned, "Of course, dummy. And don't worry, I'll keep Gojo in check, okay?" You gave a soft laugh and gave her a hug, waving while you walked away from the hospital.

Nanami. "You've come to say goodbye. Correct?" He was monotoned as usually. "Yes... Nanami-kun. I wanted to thank you for the other day," you smiled softly. "You were sad and hugs help sad people." You sweatdropped at his matter-of-fact tone, nodding and thanking him again. The stoic man quietly got up from his seat and gave you a hug.

"You will be missed. Especially by Gojo." you look down and smiled. The man let go of you and sighed, "If I can be honest, I don't know how you put up with him." You could only smile and bow politely at Nanami, who returned the same pleasantries as you ran down the hallway of the school.

Gojo. You held out a piece of paper with your handwriting, crossing the names out of the people who've made visits with. Your fingers grazed the uncrossed name on the bottom of your list; Satoru. The paper crumpled under your grip as you walked to his house; when you arrived it seemed entirely vacant. Before you could knock on the gate, you received a call from Ijichi reminding you to meet him at the school's entrance in 5 minutes. You begrudgingly abandoned the house to rush over to meet the assistant at the front of the school. He was already placing your luggage into the opened trunk, "I'm sorry to rush you, but we have to get to the station soon."

"Ijichi, do you mind giving this letter to Gojo?"

"Of course."

The two of you got into the car and rode off to the train station where you were to take the bullet train to Kyoto. You waved to Ijichi as he drove off; you followed crowds of people into the station as you found and boarded your train.

As you sat down in your seat and placed your bag underneath your seat, there was hardly anyone on the train. You looked out of the window to the Tokyo skyline; reminiscing everything this stay had brought you. As you gazed across the buildings, you saw a small figure in the distance trying to catch your attention.

You squinted your eyes to see a Gojo waving. You smiled weakly and waved back, feeling both relief and sadness that he would be seeing you off one last time. The train conductor announced the departure; you felt the train slowly push off from the tracks and forward onto the road.

Gojo looked onward as he saw your train leave Tokyo, the blindfold wrapped around his neck. He waited until the train fully disappeared into the horizon until he warped back to the school. He walked slowly and silently through the hallways, the emptiness inside himself grow with each step. He passed your room and paused to look into the empty room that was once filled with memories of you. He continued to move until he reached his house and not bothering to take off his shoes. The emptiness made the room feel cold and almost foreign again. Gojo sighed, placing his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He peered into the box to view it's contents, snapping it closed as he placed it into his dresser, closing the drawer with a soft thud.

'One day, I will make things right for you.'