#not that I’m necessarily suprised

[tizeline]

Eueueue these two :>

Tried out a slightly different shading style this time, no idea if I like it or not

[munson-blurbs]

Thoughts on how eddie would react to the reader (his girlfriend) buying new underwear/lingerie and showing it off to him whike she changes into comfy clothes for the evening? Bc my boyfriend apparently didn't even look long enough to differentiate between two very clearly very different pairs and I need Eddie to have a better reaction🥲

Combining this with a req from @kellysimagines:

How about reader and Eddie dont wanna go out to celebrate their 3 year anniversary so they spend it at his trailer and the reader suprises Eddie only wearing thigh high leather boots and only that and Eddie is surprised and they have sex?

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), sub!Eddie, dom!Reader, c*m eating, thigh riding, praise

WC: 1.3k

A/N: The model in the picture is just there to provide a visual of the boots, and does not necessarily represent how Reader looks. Eddie would worship any of your bodies 💚 also, shoutout to @big-ope-vibes for convincing me to post this tonight in an attempt to defeat the Sunday scaries and to @pastel-pillows for helping me write sub!Eddie.

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“Hey, babe, I’m home!” Eddie’s voice calls out. His nose is pink from the chill in the air. Indiana winters are brutal, and this one is no exception. “And I brought Chinese for dinner!”

“I’m in the bedroom,” you call back. “Got you a little surprise.”

Eddie’s brows pinch together in confusion. “I thought we said no gifts,” he whines, placing the bag of takeout on a snack table. It’s your third anniversary, and you’re trying to save up for a house. The trailer Eddie bought from his uncle Wayne after the older man moved to Florida was cozy, but it wasn’t where you wanted to grow old together.

You giggle mischievously, further piquing his interest. “Just come over here, handsome!” You hear him stomp through the living room; he isn’t angry, just walks with a heavy foot. It makes it nearly impossible for him to sneak up on you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder to say, “guess who?”

“Baby, you’re making me look bad–holy fuckin’ shit.” Eddie’s jaw basically hits the floor as he takes in the sight of you before him. You’re kneeling on the bed, wearing nothing but a sheer pink bra, a tiny matching g-string, and black thigh-high boots. “When did you–how did you–can I just touch you? Please?”

It seems bizarre, Eddie asking you for permission. He’s usually the dominant one, making you beg for an iota of pleasure. You’re taken aback for a moment before replying, “of course.”

His hands immediately fall to the swell of your breasts, thumbs easily finding your nipples through the gauzy material. “Don’t even know where to start,” he mumbles. He looks up at you with wide eyes. “Tell me what to do, Sweetheart. Please. I’ll do anything you say.” 

“Touch me, Eds. Need…need you to touch me.”

“Tell me where, baby,” he begs. “You’re in charge tonight. Want you to use me.”

The idea of bossing Eddie around is so foreign to you, and it takes you a beat before you can figure out exactly what you want. Your whole body buzzes with need. “Let me ride your thigh,” you murmur, “and while I do that, you’re gonna suck on my tits.”

Eddie nods, lifting you onto the bed and placing you on his lap. He starts to unhook your bra, but you shove his hands away.

“Did I say you could do that?” you snap, feeling more confident in your dominance.

Eddie gives you a confused look. “N-No,” he stammers, “but you said–”

“I said to suck on my tits. You can get me fully naked once you make me come. Got it?” When he just nods again, you tilt his chin upwards towards you. “Good boys use their words, Eddie.”

“S-Sorry.”

You sigh impatiently. “Don’t apologize; just tell me you understand.”

“Yes, ma’am. I understand. I won't get you naked until you come.” He swallows thickly, leaning in and bringing his lips to your clothed nipples. One hand rests on the middle of your back, but he stops before using the other one to cup your ass. “Can I please touch your ass?”

You kiss him, biting his lower lip as you pull back. “Since you asked so nicely.” He whimpers lightly, grabbing the soft flesh in his strong palms. For a brief moment, he looks like he wants to spank you–which he typically does–but quickly remembers his new role. His mouth returns to your tits, lapping and sucking on them hungrily. You wrap your arms over his shoulders, grinding down on his upper leg. ‘Keep your hands right here; that’s my good boy. Don’t let them move or I might not let you come.” 

“Won’t move,” he promises meekly, “take whatever you need. ‘M your fucktoy to use.”

You suck a harsh bruise into the nape of his neck, licking over it once you finish. “And what a sweet little fucktoy you are, hm? All mine, and ‘m gonna make sure everyone knows it.” You tug his shirt above his head and leave a trail of hickeys across his chest. Already started to feel pent up and overstimulated, Eddie instinctively begins bouncing his leg up and down. “Stay still,” you order him, ‘hold me and stay fucking still. Fucktoys don’t move.”

“Could I, um…could I kiss your neck?” Eddie asks, and you can’t help but note the slight whine in his tone. “Please, baby? ‘S my favorite spot…” He pouts as you shake your head.

“Tell you what,” you reason, still grinding your needy cunt on his thigh. You’re so wet that it’s leaving a damp patch on the denim, turning both of you on even more. “If you let me come, I’ll let you kiss my neck.” The friction is driving you wild, and you dig your fingernails into his bare back. “Fuck, Eddie. ‘S like your body was made to get me off.” 

You watch as his hand instinctively snakes down towards his erection, palming at it pathetically. A tiny whine escapes his lips as you pull it away and push him back onto the bed. “Trying to cheat the system?” you taunt him, rummaging through the dresser drawer until you find what you’re looking for. “Sit over there,” you motion towards the chair tucked under your vanity, “and put your hands behind you.” Eddie does as he’s told, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. The shiny silver handcuffs glint as you snap them around his wrists. “This is what happens when you can’t follow directions.”

“‘M sorry, ma’am,” he gulps, but you’ve already devised a new way to torture him. Slipping off your panties and unclasping your bra, you let both fall to the floor. You’re left only in the thigh-high boots. “Wan’ touch,” he mumbles, knowing that the effort is fruitless. Instead, he watches as you get down on your knees, pulling at his belt buckle and unfastening his button and fly. When you take his cock out of his boxers, he lets out an audible sigh of relief. He thinks I’m gonna blow him, you realize, a suspicion that’s only confirmed when he says, “Yes, baby, please.”

You tut disapprovingly as you make your way back to the drawer, purposely bending over a bit more than is necessary to give him a better view of your ass. Grinning, you slide a cockring down his shaft and press the tiny plastic power button. Eddie yelps out as the toy begins vibrating around the base of his length.

“Now,” you say, bringing yourself back to your position on his thigh, “I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re not gonna come until I tell you to.” He’s too overstimulated to respond, so you take his face in your hand and turn it so he’s looking into your eyes. “I said, good boys use their words.”

“Okay, yes, shit, I w-won’t come.”

You rub your clit against his naked thigh, faster until you feel your orgasm about to hit. His upper leg is covered in your slick, and you throw back your head in utter pleasure as you finish. “Such a good fucktoy, letting me come all over him. You’re so fucking good to me, Eddie.”

The praise combined with the vibrations and your own orgasm is too much for him to handle, and he groans out a loud string of curses. Thick, hot ropes of cum trickle down his cock, pooling in the thatch of curls at the base. “Shit, ‘m so sorry–I didn’t mean to–”

But you just kiss him, roughly and deeply, effectively shutting him up. “That was really hot,” you murmur into his ear, before dropping to your knees again. This time, you use your tongue to clean him up, swallowing every last drop. “And delicious.”

Eddie writhes against the chair, and you let him out of the restraints. “Baby, any time you wanna be in charge, just…just fuckin’ do it, holy shit.” He pauses before adding, “and wear those boots, too.”

“Okay,” you say, shooting him a salacious grin, “how does ten minutes sound?”

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[choke-me-joey]

can u do prompts 34,46 with joey where he wakes up with y/n sucking him off and eventually it ends up doggy style but he puts it in y/n ass and can it also include squirting (sorry i’m a kinky whore for joey)

I AM FUCKING SCREAMING ANAL WITH JQ YESSSSSSSSSS THANK YOU ANON

34. Push that ass up for me

46. There's no better way to wake up than with your mouth on me.

Joseph Quinn x Reader

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it lads), squirting, anal, creampie swearing, rpf (don't like, don't read!)

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"Fuck."

A broken moan above you makes you glance up at Joe, eyes still heavy with sleep and cheeks flushed. His hair is a complete mess; it had been a heavy night last night topped off with some pretty wild, drunk sex until the early hours, so to wake up to see and feel you with his cock in your mouth both confused and aroused him beyond belief. "Didn't get enough last night?" He smirks, and an extra flick of your tongue to the head of his cock makes him immediately hiss.

"Can never get enough of you," you say, slowly pumping your hand along his length as your mouth travels down to his balls. His fingers thread into your hair as you suck gently, making sure to twist your wrist at the top of his dick like you know he loves.

"I'm not complaining," Joe shoots you a sleepy smirk, watching you through hooded eyes as your mouth returns to his cock, taking him deep into your throat. "Fuck...There's no better way to wake up than with your mouth on me, baby."

Your eyes flick up to him as you deep throat him, and a shiver passes through you as he grunts and tightens his grip on your hair. You come up for some air, wanking him quickly. His cock twitches again, and his hips buck - a telltale sign that he's close. "Shit, don't wanna cum yet. On your hands and knees, beautiful."

You obey, but not before pressing a quick kiss to the head of his cock which makes him chuckle. His chuckle dies in his throat and then turns into a low grown as you move onto all fours. "Push that ass up for me." Again, you obey, arching your back and pressing your chest into the mattress, full exposing your glistening pussy to him. "Fuuuuck," Joe moves onto his knees behind you and spanks your ass cheek making you squeal.

The moan that escapes both of you as Joe grips your hips and pushes his cock slowly into you is pornographic, like seriously people would pay to wank to that shit. Joe takes no time in building up a steady, deliciously rough rhythm. Joe angles his hips just right and hits your g-spot, almost making your legs give out. "Yeah? There?"

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Joe, gonna make me cum!" You whine, clawing at the sheets beneath you. You didn't think it was possible for him to fuck you harder, but he does, fingers digging into your hips as he ruts into you, grunting with his efforts to make you lose it for him.

What tips you over the edge is Joe pushing his thumb and then index finger into your awaiting ass, the sensation of him filling both your holes has you screaming out his name, your body convulsing and a clear stream of liquid gushes from your pussy, staining the bedspread below you. You hear Joe chuckle "Holy shit!" as he reaches round to hold you up. Your orgasm seems to go on and on, making you see stars and your skin tingle.

But you weren't satisfied.

"M-more" you pant as you come to, pushing your ass as close to your boyfriend as possible so he would get the message.

"Really?" You hear the suprise in his voice and just know his eyebrows are raised to the heavens. Anal wasn't necessarily a rare occurrence but you very rarely ever insinuated it. "Fuck, need to hear you say it."

"Fuck my ass, Joe." You growl through gritted teeth, unbelievably horny and frustrated with the damn talking.

"Yes, ma'am."

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Joe pushes the blunt head of his cock into your ass, the burn making you tense. "Shh, baby, relax, I got you, gonna make you feel so good, yeah?" He reaches down and his fingers brush your clit, rubbing it in small torturous circles.

When he eventually bottoms out inside you, you shiver and he hisses. "Fuck, you're so tight, gonna move now, okay?"

"Please" you whisper, whimpering as he rocks his hips experimentally. "Faster, Joe, fuck!"

"Alright, alright, you know if you weren't so fucking hot I wouldn't let you boss me around like this-"

"Joe!"

He responds by moving faster, the sensation of being so full had your head spinning and your pussy gushing. You slap his clumsy hand away from your clit, taking over in a steady rhythm, quickly approaching another orgasm.

"Shit, Y/N, you gonna cum again? Can you cum with me, love? Not gonna last if you keep tightening around my dick like this..." Joe babbles, another tell tale sign he was getting close. "Fuck, can I cum in you? Please say I can cum in you-"

"Yes, fuck, cum in me please Joe, need it!" You gasp, frantically rubbing your clit to trigger your second orgasm of the morning as Joe slams home one more time, coming deep in your ass with a guttural moan and slumping over you, sweaty chest resting on your equally sweaty back, making you collapse on the bed. Both of you are panting messes, skin slick with the afterglow of sex, but Joe doesn't care, pushing some of your hair away from your shoulder and neck to pepper kisses along your clammy skin.

"Morning," you grin, turning your head to meet his. Your heart flutters at the sight of his post-sex flush, messy bed hair and dopey grin. His lips meet yours in a very soft but passionate kiss. He tries to push his tongue in your mouth but you pull away. "Nuh uh, no tongues before 10, Quinn. Your morning breath is rank."

"I've literally just had my dick in your ass, but I can't put my tongue in your mouth?!" He feigns hurt, clutching his chest. "Wow, my girlfriend really doesn't love me."

"Actually, your girlfriend loves you very much, hence the dick in the ass thing." You quip, rolling over to face him properly. You pinch his naked butt. "But she'd love you even more if you made breakfast."

"Well, I suppose you did wake me up with a blow job...that's at least worthy of a bacon sandwich." Joe grins and winks at you, kissing the end of your nose before hopping up and putting his boxers on. Your mouth hangs open.

"A bacon sandwich?! I let you fuck my ass, Quinn!"

"Fine, a bacon AND egg sandwich." He smirks, ducking to avoid the pillow you lob at him. "Oi! Alright...With a hash brown?"

You pause.

"Damn right with a hash brown."

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[hockeyboysimagines]

Hello dear! I see you've had a few requests about Tkachuk but he's one of my favorites so would it be too much of a bother if I asked too? hahah (you can switch to another player if you want)

I wonder what it would be like for him to commit even more to his girlfriend (not necessarily a marriage proposal, but a hint that this was in his future plans?) I think something like, he and his girlfriend met and started dating in Calgary, she's always gotten along with his family, friends and the whole complicated hockey universe. For silly reasons, she and Matt have been fighting a little more than usual, and it all gets worse when Matthew is traded to Florida. She is afraid of moving away from her home, family and friends, especially with the uncertain way things are going in their relationship. Oh and I don't know, maybe they take a break, Matthew moves to Florida and realizes that without her with him nothing feels right? Does she feel like Calgary has lost its color without Matt there? Does she go to one of his games by suprise? Or does he go all the way to Calgary to see her? Many possible endings hahaha

I hope this is what you had in mind!

Things had never been this bad.

All couples fight, sometimes over big stuff and sometimes over little stuff. But you and Matthew were fighting over both of those things and everything in between.

It seemed there was nothing you two weren’t fighting about these days. It felt silly thinking about it, and it felt even sillier to know that it really didn’t make any sense at all. Nothing had changed really, or at least not to your knowledge, although it had been a somewhat tough year in Calgary. Always the center of hockey drama, Matthew was becoming more well known than ever at this point, and your “strong” relationship had begun to crack under the pressure. In the beginning you decided you would hang tough, because the good parts always outweighed the bad. But now you were hanging on for dear life because the bad was drowning you. Once calm waters were now raging and choppy and more than once your head had dipped below the water line.

It was exhausting.

There wasn’t really one thing or one person that was to blame. It was both of you. You’d just forgotten how to to be with eachother.

In the beginning it was sunshine and rainbows. You loved the city, his family, the other Wags, all of it. You threw yourself into his life, being every bit the supportive girlfriend you should be. And it was great. But as time wore on, you’d lost your identity and become nothing more than Matthew Tkachuk’s girlfriend. And then the rumors.

You didn’t really believe them, but they still hurt. And he saw that. He saw how much you struggled with them, so he moved you into his apartment hoping that would make things better.

It didn’t.

If anything it was worse. Every minute he wasn’t home when he said he would be you sat wallowing in your own paranoia. He started posting more photos of you on his social media in order to quell your overthinking, which only opened the door for ugly remarks on your appearance and invasion into your privacy. To him it seemed like no matter what he did, it never made anything better, just worse.

But it had come to a head when the news of his trade to Florida broke.

You’d been blindsided, having no clue it was about to happen.

He however didn’t seem as surprised.

“I didn’t tell you because I wanted to surprise you.” He said nonchalantly as he unpacked a jersey the panthers had sent him “Your gonna love Florida. It’ll be a fresh start for us and I-“ he stopped when he caught your eye and frowned “What?”

“I’m not-I’m not moving to Florida.” You said quietly. The silence in the room was the loudest thing you’d ever heard. He was standing so still he could have been a statue, but the blood creeping up his neck and across his face gave him away.

“I don’t want to uproot my life that way, especially not with how things here have been going.”

“Babe things are going to get better.” He came around the counter and grabbed your hand “I know things have been hard but-“

“No you don’t.” A tear spilled over your lower eyelid and ran down your cheek “You have no idea how hard things have been for me.”

He stepped away from you “Oh don’t I? Do you think I would do everything I’ve been for the last year if I didn’t know?”

“I didn’t ask you to do any of that-“

“I did it because I love you and I wanted to help. Clearly that wasn’t enough. You know-“ he scoffed and turned away shaking his head “No matter what I do it’s ever good enough for you. You don’t want to come to Florida, fine don’t come.”

That had been 5 months ago. It had turned into a knock down, drag out screaming match that had ended in tears and a packed suitcase. You’d stayed with your sister for a week until he’d left for Florida and you hadn’t seen him since.

You’d been keeping tabs on him though, even finding yourself smiling a little as you watched the coverage on him in Florida. You missed him, realizing now that he was what made life in Calgary colorful and great. And that maybe there was more you could have done to fix things. Maybe he was right. You’d never really appreciate me the things he’d done to make things better for you and that maybe Florida would be kinder to you than Calgary was. And now you’d never get the chance to find out. You were walking through life without really living, completely numb to the outside until a knock at your door turned things around.

Matthew was standing on the other side of your door, bundled in cold weather gear. You were both surprised and not surprised. You knew he was in town for his “return to Calgary game”, but you didn’t think you’d see him. After all it had been 5 months of complete silence between the two of you. And while you’d hoped that maybe you would run into him or fate would bring you together, you also kind of didn’t. It would be hard to see him knowing what had gone down between you.

“I forgot how fucking cold it is up here.” He walked wordlessly past you and turned to find you still holding open the door.

Before you throw me out, just listen.” He reached past you and pushed the door shut before he sighed “I acted like an asshole before, and I should have talked to you sooner but it’s taken me 5 months to realize how dumb I was being. I have no idea how hard that was for you, and I won’t pretend to. The truth it, I never even tried. I just kept putting bandaids on our problems hoping it would make it better, but looking back I think if maybe I had tried to just see things differently and understand why we started to struggle it would be different. Every time something happened I saw you pulling away and I panicked because I didn’t want to lose you, so I took another step forward with you in hopes that would are it better. And I don’t regret any of that, but I wish I had tried to get a better understanding of your feelings and for that I’m sorry.”

You pursed your lips “It’s not your fault. I appreciate your apology and as much as I’d love to let you take the blame, some of it was my fault too. I wanted so badly to just be a part of your life that I gave up my own life for it. I loved being your girlfriend and everything that came with it, and when things got tough I never appreciated your support the way I should have. I never realized that you were only trying to help because I had my head so far up my own ass I couldn’t see straight. You did a lot to help me assimilate into your life and I never thanked you. I’m sorry too.”

He smiled a little, and then a lot “I know it’s crazy. But that offer about Florida is still there if you want it. I miss you and I want you there with me.”

You felt like you were melting as you walked forward wrapping your arms around his midsection “I missed you too. And if you want me to move to Florida with you, consider it done. I’d follow you to the North Pole Matthew Tkachuk.”

“The North Pole? Are you crazy. I barely made it here without freezing. How about we start with Miami? Sound good to you?” He smiled down at you.

“Anywhere with you does.”

[matcha-kathrin]

STRANGERS - Chapter 2

Summary: You can’t seem to get a night all to yourself, can you?

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader. Again, until they share names ya’ll can picture whomever.

Word Count: 2.5k

Notes/Warnings: Surprise suprise no warnings. Light flirting, a bit of anxiety mixed with anticipation. I’m very happy so many of you enjoyed yesterday’s first part! I had this already ready to go so I couldn’t wait to post it, part three may take a while so stay tuned for the next update!

Please read Strangers - Chapter One before this one. Thank you.

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STRANGERS – Chapter Two

As most sudden meetings go you soon forgot about the stranger you met one late night at the speakeasy bar of your street. Even though every time you’d pass by your now favorite bar you couldn’t help but feel a tang of sorrow in your chest, mixed with something else. Was it expectation? You sometimes would look through the windows of the place and wonder if he was in there, searching for him before you could realize what you were doing. You huffed at yourself in amusement when you caught yourself. What did you expect? You knew that if the two of you were ever to meet again the fantasy would be broken, the moment you shared no longer a special memory. So, in fear of losing such a memory you soon distracted yourself with other things.

But sometimes, when you sat on the small fire escape outside your window to enjoy a small smoke break, the chilly air and soft noise of the streets would lead your mind right back to him. His tired posture, his brown eyes that looked at you from underneath those sunglasses. And his low voice, a voice that was getting harder and harder to recall as time passed.

Such was life. A blissful torture made of a string of encounters, each one beautiful and unique in their own way. Each one leaving you always craving for more. But it never came. And you were fine with that, sometimes you had to get out of your head. Those moments were nice, but what were they really? They weren’t real, they were the moments poets would write about, moments where the world didn’t exist, and two individuals shared a common thought. Beautiful, torturous moments.

It was better this way; you would think to yourself. It’s what you thought every time it happened, even if it had happened only a handful of times. You remember the one time you had tried hard to find one of your encounters, and you did, but it was all wrong. The magic of it all had…left. Your encounter had changed, the person no longer the one you had shared such a fond moment with, and inevitably the memory was ruined. You’d be damned if you’d let it happen again.

Unfortunately, many things were ultimately out of your control, as you so tried to explain to the stranger you had met weeks ago. Most of the time things happen with no reason and no explanation, and even before you realize what situation you’re in it’s too late. It was, once again, inevitable.

So, as you sat comfortably at a small table with mismatched chairs of yet another bar, watching the band that was playing in what you figured was only the best seat in the whole place, you sighed. Content.

You didn’t necessarily make it a habit of going out alone, god forbid you tried asking the few friends you had actually made in this hectic city to join you, but you failed. People had lives, priorities. No one could fault them for that, much less you. What were you to do? Not go out? Just because you were alone didn’t mean you couldn’t keep your own company, and the air was right.

Your feet had led you to the bar you were sitting in almost by their own will. And there you were, smiling happily as you watched the band play, tapping your foot lightly on the ground to keep tempo. And soon enough the song came to an end, breaking the unity that was suspended in the bar as people clapped, and chatter overlapped almost immediately. It was the noisy breaks that interested you the most, how people laughed, how the band took a few minutes to sip their beers and drinks, sweat on their foreheads glistening under the colored spotlights. And there you sat, taking it all in.

“Are you waiting for someone?” A voice asked from above you, you turned your head to the chair in front of you, not looking up at the man whose hands were on it.

“Oh, no I’m not. You can take it.” You smiled, looking up politely. But you stopped, your smile instantly dropping. Being met with brown eyes you thought you’d never see again.

“I was actually thinking of joining you, may I?” He asked, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched your surprised expression.

“I-” you stuttered, the words not seeming to form on your lips “sure, I wouldn’t mind the company.”

There he was; the stranger. Dressed much similarly to when you two first met. Only this time instead of a plain loose shirt he had a buttoned one, still loose. You were starting to see a pattern in his choice of clothes. Loose, comfortable, always paired with jeans and his leather jacket, which he hung at the back of the chair before sitting in front of you. And of course, his ridiculous sunglasses. It was already quite dark in the bar; you wondered if he could even see anything at all. For a moment there was silence, and you just looked at each other. It seemed eternal, but it was more of a split second than anything. Then the music started back up again, and you were awoken from your trance.

“How did you even recognize me with those things?” You laughed finally, not being able to contain your amusement at how weird he looked with such dark shades. He frowned, feigning offense.

“I happen to be used to them, thank you. I can see you just fine.” You were already feeling a warm buzz when he sat down, but now that he was leaned in front of you, his elbows on the table, telling you how he could see you clearly you couldn’t help but feel the creeping nervousness make its way up your neck. Oh, how you wished you were slightly tipsier. In fact, you replied by just picking up your drink and taking a sip, trying to hide your face as you did.

“I’ve never seen you here before, did you get bored of our special place already?” He flirted, and it took every ounce of self-control in your body not to sputter in your glass. Why was he here? Why was he flirting?

“If I told you the places I frequent we wouldn’t be strangers now would we?” you lulled “Besides, what’s so wrong with this place?” You continued, looking around as if trying to find fault in the perfectly quaint bar you were sitting in. He didn’t follow your gaze, just kept his eyes on you. Much to your nervousness.

“Nothing, I just grew fond of the other one that’s all.”

“I can imagine.”

“Can you?”

“So, what’s in store for you tonight then, hmm?” You quickly changed the subject. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the way he was talking to you, his voice loud enough for you to hear him, but not as loud for others to hear. And his voice. It was better, better than what you remembered. And it terrified you.

He seemed…scruffier than the last time you saw him, his patchy beard unkept, his hair tousled messily and well…his sunglasses were dark sure but that didn’t seem to hide the bags under his eyes as he sighed.

“I was hoping for another break…you see I’ve had a lot going on in my mind since…” He hesitated, looking between you and the table between the two of you “since the last time we spoke. I guess I still have to get better at…getting unstuck.”

It seemed like you kept getting closer to figuring out where you had seen him. Was he a model? Some sort of social sensation? He definitely had the looks for it, but for some reason each time you got closer to figuring out where you had seen him your mind just froze and you lost it. Maybe it was the drink you kept sipping or the warm air between you. Or maybe it was the way he kept looking at you. A way strangers would never look at one another. You snapped yourself back to reality, you didn’t know this man, didn’t know his name. You couldn’t deny the blatant chemistry between you but again…he was a stranger. And he was to remain as such.

“Don’t you think maybe you’re expecting too much of yourself?” You quietly asked as he had waited for your answer. He looked up at you again, as if in a daze, as if you could have said anything in the world and he would still be in awe.

“We have certain expectations of ourselves,” you continued, a small smile forming as you saw his stupor “we have to learn when to say no. You keep talking about being stuck- and tired, but I wonder if you’re not just doing too much? Maybe you’re mixing others expectations of you with your own, maybe you just don’t know how to put yourself first for once.”

He was lost in you, listening to your every word as if hungry, as if deprived of the sound of your voice. Mistaking it for distraction you placed your hand on his gently, making him freeze beneath you. Until he eased completely under your touch. “You have to take time for yourself, it’s okay to say no. It’s okay to disappoint others if it means you get to be happy.” You don’t know if the words you were speaking were for him or more for yourself, but his skin was feverishly hot under your fingertips, it was the best feeling in the world. His warm, tan skin, all to yourself.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he so often did. You wondered if it meant he was nervous. “You…” he started, looking at you from underneath his glasses as he did the first night you met, and you could feel your heart in your throat “How do you know what to say even though I gave you nothing to go on?”

“Who knows,” you lifted your hand from his, seeing a small flash of disappointment in him as you did “maybe we’re not so different.”

“Oh, I believe we are.” His tone was playful, but you were anything but amused, his eyes…were really getting to you.

“Stop…looking at me like that.” The words came out of you before you could stop yourself. For a split second his brows furrowed, probably wondering if he had done something wrong, but he wasn’t blind, he saw how your cheeks were flushed. Maybe he was just kidding himself, maybe it was the heat of the stuffy bar or the alcohol in your drink.

Or maybe he was the one who had that effect on you.

“Looking at you like what?” He teased, but there was no smirk, no smile. The stranger was dead serious.

“Like…like that. It makes me- it makes me nervous.” You swallowed, you had been so calm, so confident. And suddenly you were a nervous wreck. He liked that he had that effect on you. Shutting it off you straightened your back, picking up your drink and swirling a few times before speaking. “Or don’t, I’ll get used to it either way.”

“Not so easily defeated, are you?”

“You thought that was enough to take me down?”

“I don’t know, did you think placing your hand on mine would be enough?”

You shut up at that. Narrowing your eyes at him in amusement. He gave a small laugh, feeling like he finally cornered you.

“That’s not fair, I wasn’t trying.” You quipped, sipping your drink. He hesitated, you weren’t trying? What were you like when you were trying? This was already more than enough for him, but he would never let you know.

“I was serious, about taking time for yourself. I don’t know what you do or why it’s got you so hung up, but I know a people pleaser when I see one.” You added, trying to get the sentiment through, of course you knew what people pleasers were like, you had been one for a while. It was terrible. Trying to appease everyone, trying to make everyone happy even if it meant you were miserable.

His smile fell, it seemed like you hit dead center. Seeing his expression drop made your chest tighten slightly. “But then again…I don’t know you. You’re the only person who knows what’s best for you. Don’t let some girl you met twice tell you how to live your life.” You laughed it off, trying to ease a bit of the tension that had formed. You wanted him to still think he could have his breaks with you, you wanted it to be light and fun. As it was in your first meeting.

Fuck. You knew it was going to be ruined. You should just get up, say your goodbyes and avoid him if you ever saw him on the street-

“You know me better than the majority of the people in my life.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Okay fine you don’t know me. But you…have a way of- listening to me for a few minutes and understanding me without me having to explain anything.”

“As I said,” you got up, drowning the last of the drink before putting your coat on “I don’t think we’re all that different. I know you all too well, because I’m just like you.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Of course I am, the more we talk the more we’ll know remember?” There you went again, hiding yourself behind a game you so desperately wanted to play out. A game he had no say in, but you wouldn’t let him. You didn’t know what scared you so much. He…had issues. That much you could tell. What scared you was the fact that even though you could see him coming from a mile away, you were still drawn to him. Dangerously so. The whole conversation was proof of it. You said nothing and everything, all he had to do was look at you with that look you couldn’t quite decipher, and you were sent into factory settings.

It was too risky.

“Maybe next time we’ll have a chance to share a smoke break again.” You whispered to him, placing your hand on his shoulder for a moment before leaving the bar. Not daring to look back.

He watched you leave, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Again.

You had such a finality when you spoke. As if once you decided to leave there was nothing that could sway you. He thought maybe this time he could keep you for longer, but he ultimately failed.

Ultimately, inevitably, failed.

“I’m nothing like you.” He whispered, taking his glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose after seeing you disappear through the windows of the bar.

[batmanrogues-scenarios]

Riddler, Scarecrow, Ivy, and Harley. S/o isn’t aware of their partners’ villainous alter ego and receive a call from them. They’re hurt, badly, and need their s/o to come and take them to the hospital. They give the location, and their s/o comes to take them. Only to see them in full costume, but recognizable. They finally realize why they called and were injured. They just barely slipped away after committing a crime and facing Batman. Now they know the truth... Not necessarily angst, but if you want to go there, I’m fine with it.

It's gonna be mix of that

Riddler

Is ashamed he had to call them and to see him in costume

He tried so hard to hide it but of course Batman had to ruin it

S/O just stands there

"Well... That's explains few things."

Just tell him to go to car

Waits for them to scream but they just ask questions and not the ones he was expecting

Are you ok? Is there's something you need?

Just feels like crying and he hates it

Helps him change in normal clothes before taking him to hospital

Waits for him and he just hugs them

Scarecrow

The most humiliating moment in his life

Just sits there with his head turned down without his costume head when he hears their footsteps

"Jonathan?"

He looks up to see their worried expression.

Just goes to car not talking

They take of his wounds in hospital

S/O sits by him and just asks questions "Is this why you're always late? Your research is about toxin? Why didn't you tell me?"

And what can he say expect, yes? He didn't want them to leave him once they find out

It takes some time for things to come back where they were for them

Poison Ivy

Not sure how they didn't know that , guess she was really good at hiding

S/O just looks scared for her, since they know her as this plant loving lady

So knowing she's eko terrorist is suprising

After taking her to hospital ask about her powers

Accepts her and asks if they can do anything

Ivy knew she choose good

Harley Quinn

It must been something serious since it's the last thing she could do

Her S/O was less than pleased however

When they saw Harley in her get up they got scared

Still took her to the hospital

Just stay there to get answers but refuses to get close

They thought she was done for with rogue activity

Thinks she might used them which she declines and tries really hard to convince them

S/O kinda lost trust in her and don't know what to do

Neither is Harley

Decides to take a break and her heart is shattered

Finally someone who loved her and she destroyed it

[too-many-rooks]

Writing procrastination game!

Thanks @lastlymatt for tagging me, I got rambly so I’ll put this under a ‘read more’

Tagging @pigandpepper @known-concepts @countessrivers

1.) what’s the name of one of your wips?

My doc names are usually very boring 95% of the time I finish a fic and think it’s ready to post and realise I need a title. How about ‘Yassen Bedroom Visit’?

2.) Describe a Wip in the format of __+__=__

SCORPIA heir Alex + totally normal kidnapping and drugging in the middle of the night get to safety orienteering exercises = childhood trauma

3.) What tags/warnings will one of your Wips need if you share it?

Forced child seperation?

4.) alternative title to a wip?

I don’t really have alternate titles! Titles tend to come pretty late in the process!

5.) which wip are you most likely to update/finish next?

Probably one of my s3 aus I’ve got brewing, there’s a longer thing I posted the first chapter of today but I also have some one shots, one where Yassen gets wounded fighting off Alex’s enemies and Alex basically has to hold him down to say he cares about him, and another where Yassen comes to chat to him in the middle of the night (while Alex is sleeping) and they catch up.

6.) what is one of your wip’s document title, not what it’s name is but what you have it saved as?

Again, extremely boring. Some examples - ‘Tom/House introduction’, ‘stables’, ‘the ball’, ‘heir apparent 1-9’, ‘hunting’ ‘hostage’ ‘orienteering.’

On reflection, these are very badly organised. But, hey Ho.

7.) post any sentence from your WIP?

Okay this took me forever to decide bc I want to share like, all of my sentences, but here’s a sentence from my SCORPIA heir Alex thing where Yassen just tries to take a day off, but is interrupted by Alex sneaking out of school/the country and mountain his school is on

‘Rubbing his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, he blocked out the little blonde headache sat before him, and sighed, already imagining the state of his email inbox when he got back to his laptop, which he’d sworn would stay folded in its case for the rest of the day.

“And how long ago was this? When should I start expecting panicked calls from your father?”‘

8.) a scrapped idea from your WIP?

Not necessarily a scrapped idea but evidently one I forgot about and rediscovered as I was flicking through google docs - originally a pre-season 3 idea (but could work post s3) where Yassen retires, and decides it’s time for Alex to retire too, even if he doesn’t want to. Very “congratulations you are being adopted! Do not resist.” Meme with Yassen that I’ve seen on here, the bit I’d written was him contemplating the least traumatising way to kidnap him, to make sure they’re a happy family unit post-kidnapping

9.) what’s a story you would love to write but have yet to start?

Alex sees dead people AU - Ian knows, when he dies his ghost becomes bound to Alex, and helps take care of him/watch over him in the field, Alex bumps into Yassen at Point Blanc and immediately recognises the ghost bound to him as his father, especially as he begs the assassin to stop pretending like he can’t hear him for once and let him see his son, to protect him.

10.) how many WIPs are you actively working on?

Four - regency fic, darker Alex s3 au, two other s3 aus I mentioned earlier. Suprised myself by how much of this longer ‘SCORPIA heir’ Alex thing that I’d put off for a while I’ve actually written. That’s one that I really want to finish before I start posting bc I’m bad at doing work without an immediate emotional reward/it’s a longer than anything I’ve written before and I don’t want to give up on it when it’s half published. I had been delaying it till after s3 but maybe time to get to work (will try and finish regency fic first)

11.) is there a scene your struggling to write now?

Oh I mean so many but the most immediate stumbling block is with the regency fic, chapter after this one they go to a ball and that’s almost basically written and so is a lot of the next two chapters but there’s things I need to thread into this chapter that just don’t want to be threaded - I need Alex to start being a bit more suspicious of Yassen, and remember that whole thing about his uncle being murdered now he’s a bit passed the initial princess diaries revelation moment.

I was thinking like Alex waiting up for him on Christmas Eve or something and falls asleep then is woken by Yassen sneaking back in and Alex noticed he’s got blood on his clothes or something and Yassen just shrugs him off and reacts more strictly/authoritatively than he has before. But the scene is a bit sludgy I my mind atm.

12.) Not a question but a second kudos!

[ronwestbreeze]

tbh neytiri the least on my nerves but both tustey and jake are assholes (granted they act like that from trauma) but i’m suprised(or maybe not, reeds is in a lot of grief now) that reeeds didn’t use that marriage proposal as a bargain chip to grant herself freedom and be allowed to tame an ikran(which only the onomatopoeia can grant someone) in exchange of giving tustey an heir(or spare? if netayam his heir?) for him to raise with neytiri and jake. i’m not sure maybe that would be my choice since i have a tendency to run away from the people that cause me pain.

oooh what an interesting take! reeds probably still wouldn’t accept the proposal mostly because no one’s necessarily forcing her to be there so i don’t see her using the proposal as a bargain for that when she could simply steal a truck or a Samson ship to escape anyway

but i like your take too! if she were truly being held captive there then i could possibly see her doing that out of desperate or a last last resort.

[nickeverdeen]

hello! could i please request a ship from the hunger games, avatar the last airbender and the umbrella academy? i’m ok with being shipped w any of the adult characters in any of the fandoms also. my name is noelle & i’m a bisexual cis female (she/her pronouns). my fav romance tropes are arranged marriage & forbidden romance, and (i think) my love language is physical touch. i’m also an entp & gryffindor! i LOVE to travel & i value experiences over possessions. my family is very important to me and i also really want to have children in the future but not necessarily get married. i’m a people person but i enjoy having some quiet time to myself. i like think i’m pretty nice, but do not cross me 👀 also, my dream job is either a comedian, working in film or something to do with traveling <3 i’m also considered “the funny one” & the ‘wild child.’ i also struggle/have struggled with anxiety, depression, substance abuse & eating disorders. i love to read books and write (mostly scripts & poetry.) i love my job as a barista and i also enjoy going on spontaneous adventures! i love camping, swimming and anything to do with nature. i have a navel piercing, a sagittarius (my zodiac sign!) arrow tattoo below my neck and a fig tattoo on the back of my arm. my style is very 70s mixed with early 2000s. i thrift basically everything i own. i’m 5’3 & have dark blonde hair with blue eyes, i’m pretty chubby but i have a great ass lol. thank you so so much!! :)

Your Hunger Games match is…

Peeta Mellark

After the games he needs physical touch

His love language is physical touch and time quality

Peeta would also like to have children one day

He also prefers to have some time for himself

Likes your jokes and would try to beat you with his

Would fail

Peeta knows how to handle mental/emotional problems ‘cause he expirienced some of them himself

Takes you outside on a date 100%

He is a very observant person so he’d notice your tattoos

Asks if they have any meanings or you just took them because you liked them

Would need you to remind him what’s real and what’s not, sometimes

Your Avatar The Last Airbender match is…

Zuko

Zuko tried not to fall for you considering that being with you - someone who ain’t a firebender - would disappoint others

But he does fall for your personality and body

He ain’t much of a touchy type at first, but would “warm up” after few weeks

Zuko would to your suprise take you to travel on his boat

He ain’t really sure if he wants kids in the future

Likes your attitude

Doesn’t really get your jokes at first, but after a while he would start to understand

Knows exactly how to help you if you’d ever feel down or have your mental problems back

I mean he went through some of them himself

Jokes about your hight

Finds your clothing style funny and real good at the same time

You’re his comfort person and he’s very protective of you

Your Umbrella Academy match is…

Allison Hargreeves

Take in vain her childhood making her touch-starved

So she is seriously into physical touch

Would like to have children one day too

I mean look at her when she had Clarke

(or whatever her name was)

Seriously likes your jokes and puns

Allison has a truma and some other mental issues

So

She knows how to help you if you’re ever back at it again

Feeling upset in general? Let’s go out or whatever you wanna do

Cuddles 100%

Allison likes your clothing style a lot and would ask for your tips with hers sometimes

[ssplague]

Chapter 9

Masterlist

❗️Mature audiences only❗️

‼️Trigger warnings‼️Sex, manipulation, toxic relationships, yandere, verbal abuse, degradation, mental illness, delusional thinking, gas lighting, brief mention of suicidal ideation, fragile psyche, co-dependency, enabling

💌HONORABLE MENTIONS📭

@angie-1306 @wolfunderthetree @marifujioka @im1nobody @atmyhet @elaineplayz @girlwithnokatsuki @rainstorm22 @bi-polar-pandas @itadakimasu @ss-akii @winchescumberholland @po3ticb3auty @lizethecookie01 @maggiecc @lordmypantsaresocool @shoslutt @presidentmonica @venussakura @villaness-noble-girl @comfycozy @lilmad13 @lunamoonbby

Dedicating this chapter to @lunamoonbby because she’s my favorite and too sweet! 🍭😘 Thank you for all your kind words!

🫂 ⛈ 🗣

The weekend went by far too fast for your liking.

You take your time saying goodbye to Katsuki’s parents, and to no one’s surprise the moody boy remains silent. Tired of the idle chit chat, he begins trudging up the path towards Heights Alliance.

“-and I’d better get a move on before he starts complaining, hopefully we’ll see you guys again soon!” You smile and shut the door, turning to start after your significant other. You’be only have taken a handful of steps before Mitsuki calls after you;

“Y/N, If you ever want to come home for the weekend and Katsuki doesn’t want to…you’re more than welcome to, just call me and I’ll come get you, understand?”.

A wide grin appears on your face as you nod happily, “Got it! Have a safe drive home!”. You give them a final wave, before walking up the pathway towards the dorms, you savor the few moments of silence. The moonlight shining down on you seems brighter than usual; You smile as you trot along, seeing no menacing shadows laying in wait to ensnare you. You’d figured Katsuki had went inside already, so when he suddenly stepped out onto the path from behind a hedge, it scared you half to death. “Don’t do that! You jerk!” You shouted as he laughs at you.

“Why were you hiding out here like some creep anyway?!”

“What? I can’t enjoy one last quiet moment with my girl before we have to go inside and deal with all those idiots?”

The way his hands run down your sides to grab at your plush hips has you melting into his embrace. You look up at him through heavily lidded eyes and he smiles down at you, “My pretty girl, my perfect girl, my prize-“, before he could continue singing your praises the door opens.

Both of your heads snap to the side as the stream of light spilled out from the now open door way, bathing you, Katsuki, and the walkway in its orange glow. You look suprised, Katsuki looked murderous, even more so once he’d seen just who it was standing there.

“Ah! Y/N-Chan, Kaachan! Your back! I-I-Im S-Sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt! It’s just that the trash needed taking out and-“ Izuku’s stuttering explanation is halted by Katsuki’s screaming “Fuckin’ Deku SHUT UP!!! Get the hell out of the way!”.

-🛣-

Now that it’s just the two them, the ride home is rather quiet for Masaru and Mitsuki. Sneaking a glance at his normally talkative wife, he notices her blankly staring out the window.

“Something wrong honey?”

The woman sighs before replying; “Not really…I’m just still pissed off about what Haori said….I’m not necessarily angry with her, but I don’t appreciate the implications”.

Uh-oh, this was a dangerous topic of conversation…Masaru knows he has to tread lightly here, lest he set off his wife and have a terrible rest of their night. “She was the same way when it came to our relationship, but once she saw how happy we were together she changed her mind, remember? It just took a little time”.

Mitsuki had immediately relayed the entire argument to him as soon as you guys had gotten home. Her yelling made it easy for you and Katsuki to head upstairs without any impediment. The sad look you’d given him as you followed after Katsuki was the best form of apology you could offer. He slightly shook his head, letting you know with his own half smile that it was okay, before you disappeared from his sight.

“Yes, it did…You know how protective I am over you and Katsuki, now y/n too…I don’t like anyone even hinting that she isn’t part of our family, or trying to say how things are forced between her and our son….He loves her, she loves him, only an idiot wouldn’t be able to see it” she smiles and laces her fingers through his hand not on the steering wheel, “She brings out the best in our boy, just like you bring out the best in me, my love”.

“I couldnt agree more dear”.

Mitsuki rewards the simple reply with a peck on his cheek.

After that Masaru silently sighs in relief, looks like tonight will remain pleasant after all.

Grabbing your bags in one hand, your angry boyfriend drags you along with him as he heads inside. You smile at the nervous green haired boy as he jumps out of the way. Entering the common area Kirishima immediately (and embarrassingly) announces your return; “Hey the love birds are back!”.

As annoyed as he pretends to be Katsuki pulls you over towards where your friends are seated.

After sharing stories from your individual activities that weekend, the group continues its normal chatter.

Then you remembered something;

“Ah that’s right, your presents!”.

“You got us Presents?!” Mina exclaims, excitedly extending her hand as you pull something out of your bag.

“I love them!!!!” She’s all smiles at the cute new top and sweater you gave her. Before you can nicely hand over the boy’s stuff, Katsuki grabs it from you and throws each shirt at Kirishima, Denki, and Serro, following it up with “You aren’t welcome”.

They thank you anyway.

“I wanna see all your new stuff y/n! You have to show me!” Mina says as she drapes herself over the back of the arm chair you and Katsuki always share. “I didnt bring everything along with me, a lot of its hanging up at home but I did bring some” you reply, attempting to stand up but the huff from beside you freezes you in your tracks. Settling back down beside Katsuki he tugs you closer towards him, “Tomorrow you can see her stuff raccoon eyes, you’ll keep her awake blabbering for hours, we’re going to bed now”.

Mina blows a raspberry in his direction, and you quietly apologize as you are now allowed to stand up.

“Good night everyone” you say with a wave as the annoyed blonde holds the elevator for you. Once the door slides shut, the pinkette throws herself down on the couch with a forlorn look on her normally excited face.

“You’ll get to have your girl time tomorrow Mina, you know how BakuBro is about his sleep schedule” Kirishima says in attempt to cheer her up.

“Yeah, I know” she offers him a smile and now reassured she’s okay, the red head goes back to his conversation with the other two boys.

If only that’s what was really troubling her, but unfortunately what was, wasn’t so simple at all…

- 🥊 -

For three weeks after your visit to Katsuki’s parents everything seemed to be going smoothly, until one day something, or rather someone fucked that up.

“Meet me in my room in an hour, yeah? I got new face masks for us to try!” Mina tells you after class. You agree, since Katsuki was going to be in the weight room with Kirishima for awhile.

So you went back to your room and started on your homework, that’s what you would have done in the past right?

You weren’t used to being alone and it was embarrassing…it had only been ten minutes since class let out.

You picked up your phone and started texting Katsuki:

I don’t know what to do without you around haha 🙈😅

You cringed at that and quickly erased it, he wouldn’t be looking at his phone now anyway…

Twenty minutes had passed; You’d only answered one question and barely read a paragraph in your history book.

Katsuki always does homework with me; What if I get everything wrong without him here to check my work?

Anxiety began to prickle at the back of your skull.

I’ll just go over to Mina’s now, she won’t care if I’m early…

*(Y/bf/n=Your best friends name)*

“You really think this is a good idea?” Y/bf/n asks as she enters the pink haired girl’s dorm room, “She might just flip out on us both, and then she’s going to have problems with you too, I should just go”.

“No way!” Mina blocks her exit and steers her towards the chair infront of her vanity, on the far side of the room.

“Everything is going to work out, I know it will, you two need to work things out and I’ll be the mediator”.

“But what if HE comes? Then that’s going to be all bad” y/bf/n replies nervously.

“I asked Kirishima to let me know when they were coming back, so we’ll have a heads up, nothing can ruin this!”

A sudden loud knock on the door startles both girls.

“Hey it’s me! I was getting bored waiting around and thought I’d just come by now…if you aren’t busy?” Your voice is muffled through the door.

Without a second glance at y/bf/n, Mina opens the door and you walk in.

“So I was-“ you stop talking as soon as you see who’s infront of you.

The two of you just stare at each other and a wave from your ex best friend sets you off, “The fuck is she doing here?”. The cold tone of your voice makes the room’s other two occupants shiver.

“Y/N I invited her here so the two of you could talk…” Mina tries to explain.

“There is nothing for us to talk about, not until she can learn how to be a supportive friend and accept my relationship” your anxiety from earlier begins to creep back up, making your heart rate increase, the room feels like it’s closing in on you.

“Y/n I’m sorry I hurt you with what I said about Bakugou, I just don’t think he’s good for you! Listen, your mom called me a few days ago and told me she read the note you left and got worried about you-“ you cut her off, unleashing your frustrations out on the unexpecting female.

“HA! Worried?! That’s a load of shit. My family up and abandoned me, that triggered the worst mental breakdown I’ve ever had in my life! I might not even be here anymore if it weren’t for Katsuki and his parents taking me in! You should be thankful to them that I’m here talking to you, because I-“ you don’t elaborate, it’s not safe.

Dont revisit that time; You don’t want to remember those terrible thoughts that plagued you while being stuck, alone in that house. The whispers, voices telling you to do horrible things, how convincing it was that no one would miss you if you did them. The repeated ping of your phone is the furthest thing from your mind as you start in on her again; “Don’t you fucking dare try to tell me Im not better off now than I was before! I have a family now, I have a home, people want me around, and they don’t make me feel like I’m some outsider or failure! I’ve never felt as good about myself as I do now!”.

“It’s not normal y/n, can’t you see that?! Something weird is going on! How can you just forgive everything he did to you before?! Everything he did was unforgivable and you just up and forgot about all that? He violated-“

“Shut your fucking mouth, say one more thing about him and you’ll regret it”

Mina felt like she should intervene here, she’d never seen you this worked up before, let alone this angry. She’d completely forgotten to keep an eye on her phone, which lay discarded on the bed. If she had she would of seen that the boys were on their way back now.

“Slow down man, where’s the fire?” Kirishima calls after his fast walking friend. “Y/n’s not replying to my texts, something’s wrong, she always replies to me right away” Katsuki explains once Kirishima falls into step beside him. “Maybe she fell asleep or something? Or maybe she left her phone in her room?” Despite the attempts of calming him down, Katsuki brushes him off.

Once the two boys are inside the elevator Kirishima really takes a good look at his friend. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes are narrowed and nostrils flared, sparks emit at random intervals from his shaking hands.

“Hey Bakugou…Maybe you should calm down a little before you see her, she’s gonna get scared if you approach her acting like this” Kirishima says nervously. As soon as the doors slide open Katsuki’s already hurrying down the hall and that’s when both of them hear unintelligible shouting.

“Isn’t that-“

“Y/n”

That is the first time he’s ever seen Bakugou look worried, even if it was only for a fleeting second.

“You guys just calm down, you used to be best friends!” Mina says as she stands between you and y/bf/n.

You feel like everything around you has just descended into chaos, you don’t know what to do. It’s like you’re being backed into a corner. You can’t even hear the other’s voices over your own chaotic thoughts.

“Just stop! Please just stop” you cry, hands covering your ears “Leave me alone! I don’t wanna hear anymore!”.

The other two girls look completely baffled by your sudden change in behavior. One second you were furious and snarling, the next you look like you’re about to fall apart at the seams.

“Y/n…I’m s-“ y/bf/n starts to apologize and reach out to you, but is cut off when the door to Mina’s room flys open and an angry voice shouts “What in the fuck is going on in here?!”.

Katsuki looks from Mina, to y/bf/n, and then he sees you, sitting on the floor with your hands over your ears.

You look up at him and tears start to spill down your face, “Suki” you reach for him with grabby hands. He’s quick to pick you up, much to your relief, “You okay princess?”. You nod before hiding your face in his shirt “Lets go, C’mon”.

Carrying you out of the room he gives the girls a death glare, he is beyond furious and wants to rage at them for however they’d hurt you.

However; You need all his attention right now. He doesn’t fight the smirk on his face as he starts walking down the hallway. You cling to him like he’s your life line, mumbling soft thanks for coming to your rescue, and how much you needed him. You have become such a good girl in record time; It makes Katsuki proud to know that you still rejected to accept apologies from that girl who’s already convinced you to leave him once. You refused to hear a bad word spoken about him at all.

Handing you the key to his room you open the door and after entering he kicks it shut.

Moving towards the bed he sets you down, “Gonna take a shower princess, then I’ll come lay-“

“No! Please don’t leave me alone”

“I’ll just be right there in the bathroom baby I’m not leaving you”

“Can I take a shower with you then? Please?”

Suprised but absolutely pleased with your request he picks you up again. Setting you on the bathroom counter as he turns the lights on. Starting the water, Katsuki takes off his sweaty clothes and tosses them in a pile on the floor. He then checks the water temperature and deeming it perfect he turns towards you and his mouth falls open in suprise. There you are sitting on the counter, kicking your legs back and forth, completely naked and slightly shivering as you cover yourself with your hands. He understands your trepidation, he has to let you know you’re wanted.

“Coming?” extending his hand for you to take the invitation. This perks you up right away and you smile at him through your sniffles. Under the warm spray of the shower you cling to him again, savoring the moment of peace after spiraling out of control.

“You okay?” Katsuki asks, tilting your head up to make you look at him.

“Only because of you…Always because of you” you whispered, standing on your tip toes to kiss him “I love you”.

“You too…You Gonna tell me what all that was about earlier?” He doesn’t like being kept in the dark when it comes to you, he has to know, needs to know.

“I know Mina meant well, but things got out of hand…She invited y/bf/n to come out with the girls to Karoke, and Im assuming she was told how much y/bf/n missed having me around and made it sound like some petty, small time argument, was why we stopped being friends…Not the real reason; That she’s a liar that almost cost me to lose you, that convinced me to hurt you and believe you were bad for me”.

You shook with rage even now, you only remember Katsuki saving you and treating you with adoration and kindness…He never did anything bad to you. Sure he’s gotten onto you…but only to make you a better person, a better lover for him. Everything he’s done for you has always been for the best.

You don’t even see it, do you?!

That sudden shout made you jump, what the fuck was that?!

“Babe? What’s wrong??” Katsuki asks in concern.

He didn’t hear it…

“Just felt a little bit of a chill that’s all”

He turns the temperature up a little higher on the taps and then the two of you take turns soaping each other up.

“That girl is delusional, I’m glad you can fully see it now…You don’t need people like that in your life” rubbing the soap down the valley between your breasts as he continues, “People are always going to be jealous of us, because they want what we have and they know they’ll never get it”.

You moan softly as he squeezes your breasts, enjoying the feel of their weight on his palms, “So perfect…”.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with me being a cry baby so often…I’m sure it’s getting tiresome” you mumble, using your wet hair to hide your eyes from view. The depressive actions don’t go unnoticed by the ruby eyes constantly surveying your every move,

“You’re my girl, you mean the world to me, idiot…So what if you cry sometimes? Even if you completely break down, shatter into thousands of pieces, I’ll be there to pick ‘em up and rebuild you”. Katsuki doesn’t have to tilt your head up, you do it yourself this time and it warms his heart. Incapable of shutting up he prattles on; “I blew apart every obstacle in my way, I chased after you, I fought for you, and I won you over, you’re my prize for being a winner in life…”.

“How can someone that swears he’s terrible with words constantly make me weak in the knees?” You ask, batting your big beautiful eyes as you get lost in his. “What can I say? My girl brings out the best in me” Katsuki smirks back at you. “I Wanna be the best for you Suki, wanna be perfect, so you’ll never leave me alone…” you really mean it.

“You will be, I’ll see to that angel” you two seal this promise with a kiss.

Kirishima was absolutely floored by the entirety of this situation. He’d stayed behind when Katsuki took you away earlier, he would have been more of a hindrance than a help in that instance.

So he listened as Mina went over what had led up to the blow up that happened between you and your once best friend.

Once she was finished, the normally cheerful red head made it a point to wrap an arm around her shoulders and comfort the remorseful pinkette, “Kiri…I think that you need to know some things, they’re going to be difficult for you to hear but you still need to know…”. Kirishima looks confused when Mina looks at y/bf/n as she speaks, and giving an affirmative nod once she’s done.

So y/bf/n proceeded to once again relay all the awful memories, speculations, and accusations she’d first shared with Mina at the Karoke bar. Kirishima felt a heavy weight settle in his stomach, and he was ashamed to admit that he was torn on how he should feel about all this.

It took a lot of effort to befriend the explosive blonde, and to hear that his best friend was a monster in the worse kind of way…Just doesn’t sit well with him. So he was polite while listening to the girl speak her piece and even offered to walk her back to the general studies dorms.

Always the gentleman.

Y/bf/n refuses the offer, claiming she’s caused them enough trouble for one day and thanks Mina for trying to help repair the destroyed friendship. After any more small talk would have become awkward, she bid them good night and accepted a hug from both soon to be heroes.

“So what happens now?” Mina asks, looking utterly lost for the first time.

“I think we need to just put all of this aside until it can be proven, I’m not willing to destroy my friendship over someone else’s possibly baseless accusations, where’s the proof? What if this is all just a big misunderstanding?” Kirishima’s voice has a spiteful bite to it, a serious difference from his usually happy go lucky attitude.

“I think I agree…” Mina comes to sit on the floor beside him once more, laying her head on his sturdy shoulder as her eyes well up with tears.

After that nice hot shower, and bouncing you off his dick for a couple hours, Katsuki finally put you to sleep.

The sound of your even breathing was comforting to him; He’d gotten so used to you sleeping beside him at home (Even though he spent many nights laying awake to stare at you). That first night back in the dorms when he’d went to bed without you, he didn’t sleep a wink. That’s why you go to bed at the same time he does every night now. At least it’s not difficult to sneak you into his room, or him into your’s.

Brushing your hair out of your face, he marveled at this angelic radiance your skin seemed to produce in the dim glow of the moonlight peeking through his curtains. Katsuki won’t lose you again, you were everything to him. That’s why he’d been relentlessly beaten himself up since you’d fallen asleep; He’d failed you today.

You depend on him so much now…

You shouldn’t have been alone in the first place, he all but threw you to the wolves. Seeing you sobbing on Mina’s floor; Looking so small, so vunerable, in front of anyone other than him. About to break, and in turn destroy all the progress he’s made with you, all because of that bitch….Couldn’t she just give up already?

He’d been so happy you dropped her, then seeing the two of you even occupying the same space, breathing the same air earlier…It did more than infuriate him. Although, the way you’d reached out to Katsuki and let him sweep you up into his arms, had him feeling smug.

You can’t get rid of me, she’s all mine now.

He knew y/bf/n got the message loud and clear, he didn’t need to vocalize it.

If the girl thought she had a chance to be apart of your life again, she was sorely mistaken. Then he remembered something else you’d said earlier;

“She said my mom is worried about me”.

Your family hadn’t even crossed his mind lately, as far as he was concerned those people were nothing to you. You were a Bakugou now, not a L/N! Well legally you weren’t…but as soon as you both were adults, you would be Y/N Bakugou, wife of the #1 hero Ground Zero! “I think it’s got a real nice ring to it” he whispers, caressing your cheek “Don’t you agree, princess?”. You unconsciously lean into his touch, a breathy sigh follows the adorable action. “Just a few more adjustments need to be made, and once you break entirely…Then I’ll be able to build you back up into my perfect companion, the greatest prize for the greatest hero” he kisses your forehead before carefully getting out of bed.

Looking at his phone it reads “10:15 pm”, surely the old hag would still be awake…Ensuring the door is locked behind him he walks down the hallway.

Putting his phone to his ear he waits until the familiar “The hell do you want now, you know what time it is!!?” Sounds in his ear.

Ignoring the less than polite greeting, Katsuki gives his mother a condensed version of what happened to you earlier that day, before getting to what’s actually worrying him;

“That stupid girl told y/n her mom had called saying she’s been worried about her…”.

Mitsuki quietly shuts the door to the bedroom, ensuring she doesn’t interrupt Masaru’s peaceful slumber. Now that she was downstairs she audibly scoffs; “Oh she’s worried about her daughter now? Not when she had abandoned her for three months?!”. Hearing her sons shaken tone, riddled with uncertainty, agitated her inner “Momma bear”.

“Mom, what if they try and make her go back with them? We can’t let that happen, she needs to stay with us, with me, we’re her real family, not those assholes!”.

“Don’t worry, that’s not going to happen son…Y/N isn’t going anywhere, I promise” hearing his mother sound so self assured did manage to put his anxieties at ease.

The room is pitch black when you wake, emitting a quiet whimper. You roll towards where you expect to find the warm body beside you, but finding only a cold, empty, space. “Suki?”

No response. Where could he have gone? You curl up beneath his blankets, trying to remain calm. It would be embarrassing for him to come back to find you losing your mind in the dark…He took such good care of you today, didn’t he? He always does.

You feel bad for how you reacted towards y/bf/n, and Mina; Both girls had just wanted what’s best for you, and you totally freaked out on them…

After deciding you were going to apologize to both of them, you’d grabbed your phone from the night stand. you create a group message adding both of them to it and typing:

I just want to say that I’m really sorry about today…I’ve been through a lot recently. Once I get overwhelmed, I shut down and I know it was probably frightening to witness. I’m okay now though and um hopefully each of you will forgive me for my behavior.

You sent the message, silenced alerts and set your phone face down on the nightstand. Both of them would definitely understand, you were just having a hard time, that’s all.

Not long had passed when you heard the click of the door unlocking, it opens quietly, and closes silently. You hear the lock set, and a few seconds later the mattress on your side dips. Katsuki joins you in bed again and you eagerly snuggle up to him, hands immediately caressing his skin and eagerly grabbing at his muscular biceps.

“M’sorry baby, you been up for long?”

He wraps you up in his arms before laying back on his pillow, despite having your own, you come to lay under his chin on the same one, “No, just a few minutes”. You don’t need to tell him you were scared, or how much you hate waking up to find him gone.

“Tomorrow after class lets out, me and shitty hair are gonna hit the weight room again since we only got an hour in today” you wonder why he’s telling you this now, as his hand begins to rub your lower back “You’re gonna come with us, you don’t have to lift if you don’t want to, but I’m not leaving you alone again…Today, it was my fault you got cornered like that…It’s not happening again”.

Thinking back on the thirty or fourty minutes you’d sat by yourself earlier today had you agreeing to his order happily, “Sounds good”.

After one more good night kiss, you both relaxed and got some much needed rest.

A/N: You guys like the new banner? I feel like it needs more done to it, but I couldn’t keep putting off this update all for the sake of my perfectionist attitude towards customizing “cover art” so to speak. Chapter ten is going to be about as long as this one, it’s almost done…I think.

❤️‍🔥

[lacedinlucilfer]

While fannon mean Rindou is hot and fun to think about, I’m not suprised that he’s been ranked best boyfriend behind Kakucho. I can’t necessarily describe it, but it fits him to me. I can 100% imagine him taking care of his partner and being a good boyfriend in general. I can see him with a gamer girl, arm wrapped around her while she plays genshin impact late at night.

“Eh, it’s already twelve. Time for bed.”

“Rin- what are you, my dad? Just a bit longer.”

Rindou’s frowned a bit as he looked down at his girlfriend, “You’ll be complaining all morning if you don’t sleep now, come on.”

“Fine…will you carry me upstairs?”

“Mhm.” He waited for you to turn off the game before slipping his arms under your legs and back, cradling you in his arms as he stands up.

Your heart swelled in your chest as you leaned into his arms, comfortable in your boyfriend’s warmth. “You are such a softie.”

Rindou grumbled, glancing down at you quickly before carrying you up the stairs, “Your teasing won’t work on me.”

“Bahhh….”.

He’s very patient despite his girlfriends constant teasing, sometimes even teaming up with Ran to poke at her boyfriend. Ran loves using you to mess with his brother, knowing he’s weak to you.

“Rinnie~”.

“Don’t call me that, Ran.”

Ran grinned from ear to ear, picking up on the way Rindou twitched, clearly annoyed by Ran’s use of your nickname for him. He knew his brother liked to keep his soft side hidden, only showing it when you or some cute animal came around. Rindou had never introduced you to any other members of his gang, knowing he would never see the end of it if they me you.

[chemnections]

I don’t think Gerard likes to quit and is encouraged to do so by his wife. He clearly has been dealing with mental health issues for almost all of his life and is really insecure and has been open about it. From what Frank has said about MCR’s future, I get that they are doing everything at a peace that is comfortable for everyone. And that means respecting their time. Gerard himself before the announcement for the Shrine concert said if MCR came back they would release stuff without promo. His mental health talk during COVID also made it clear that he has a problem with overexposure. I understand we want more from them, I believe we will get much more, but nothing will happen unless it’s exactly when they are ALL ready for it. They just toured for a year after ten years and played over 60 songs, new and old, they deserve a break and they needed time to be a band again before anything else.

its not that gerard likes to quit, it is more his self sabotage habit. and this dates before the band. the new book release ‘where are your boys tonight’ features a story of gerard walking away from a comic opportunity to work on spiderman from before mcr. he had pretty much decided to walk away from the breakfast monkey before the company even made up their minds. he actually wanted to quit mcr after the first album and there is an interview where he mentions that ray helped convince him to stay. while he did pull off a solo album he did claim to be working on a second which he never followed through on. and these are just ones we know about.

fame is difficult and damaging, but it’s possible to have balance and healthy boundaries. and it also can’t be taken back.

the releasing things without promo really is a gerard insistence that i am not sure the rest of the band necessarily agrees with. i believe they do suprise releases to help hide behind the scenes chaos, short noticeness and allows them not to make any commitments until the last minute. look how frank and ls dunes are operating- they tell us when they write and record songs and when everything is going to be released. I think frank likes the certainty and commitment. it means they can’t cancel without consequences.

i fully agree with you that they would be taking a break anyways and need all the members to be on the same page. i’m just not sure gerard will ever be ready to go again unless he is successfully convinced. i think the bands future right now is uncertain, not decided. i bet warner brothers is pushing for an album and a lot of frank’s behaviour in ls dunes seems to be about egging gerard to continue on - like the look how lucky we are to tour with friends and have fun thing. i do believe gerard’s wife is against the band, and i would put money down that the weird behaviour on the lola account was her and related to this band tug or war thing.

but thank you for disagreeing with me kindly

[heartpascal]

Listen I'm not howl with my song associations but I was studying today and No Suprises came on and all I could think of was part one and a little of two where even after all theyve been through and all the people reader has come to know and love dying Joel literally the only person they have left leaves them alone, with no promise of comming back in a town that seems just too normal to be real. That part where it goes "Such a pretty house and such a pretty garden" Is so reader like catching glimpses of other families, alive and well inside the comune and just hurting because that could've been her and ellie and joel. Anyway I'm this close to making a full on song breakdown on how each line has its own story equivalant. (on another compleatly unrelated note, HOW DO YOU WRITE SO MUCH IN SO LITTLE TIME?? Ive been jugling AP exams and writing my first fic whos writing is up to my standard and Ive barley been able to scratch 2.5k words, theres still some story left in the chapter but jesus, its taken me like a week to write this all out)

ok so since i’ve seen this ask i’ve been listening to no surprises and i. i don’t know if it’s just me but this song feels so isolating?!?! not necessarily in a terrible but just. it does. AND YOU ARE SO RIGHT!!!! if you get the chance to i would be so so happy to see your thoughts as well on the song breakdown thingy!!!!! no because can you imagine just how lonely r would’ve been :( like she literally didn’t know anyone there, and as amazing as tommy and maria are, to start with their presence wouldn’t have been much of a help because it’s that isolation once again of r having nobody :( i’m glad we have jesse and maria and tommy and joel and ellie (kinda) now <3

ALSO SOMETIMES I CAN JUST. WRITE SO MUCH IN SUCH LITTLE TIME. i don’t know HOW. but other times i can be staring at the screen for like 30 minutes and have written nothing!!! (but i am also a terrible procrastinator and do use writing to put off college work oops, DONT BE LIKE ME!!!) just remember that writing is different for everybody!!! it took me a couple weeks to finish the newest part of the series! YOUVE GOT THIS <3333

[exiledlvsts]

@lia-rps​ liked this for a starter!

“you know, i’m kinda suprised you agreed to come all the way out here with me,” dyson snickered, absentmindedly tossing a stone outside of the tent into a nearby puddle. he would pretend the rain was unexpected, but...that wasn’t necessarily the case. he just needed to get her alone. isolated enough to where there weren’t many resources outside of their tent. “does this mean you’ve finally warmed up to the idea of me?”

[f1-obsessed333]

I just wanted to have a say just because this seat seems to have most the silly rumours surrounding it and I’m honestly so done with them so sorry if you don’t care for this but here is my understanding 😅 you’re also one of the more reasonable people I’ve come across on here when it comes to opinions and such 😅

From what I’ve read, and someone did a really extensive post on why Daniel won’t lose his seat for 2023, is that Daniel will be around next year with McLaren as it’ll cost them too much to lose him since he’s brought so many sponsors with him and he’ll have a clause that means he’ll still get all his contract money regardless (it’s assumed but a lot of athletes have these and are only void if they do something that taints the image of the team they’re with or they find a better offer and both sides are happy to split). Basically, even though Zak mentioned exit clauses, they are unlikely to be triggered. Zak also knows the backlash his team will have would not be worth it considering Dan is still one of the more popular drivers on the grid and Zak, form being in pr before all this, seems to really care about the image of his team (mentioned by Natalie Pinkham I think in a podcast when they were discussing his comments earlier this year).

It was also mentioned by a few people that the only way Daniel would leave before the end of his contract would be by his own choice and he wouldn’t do that unless he has another option lined up ready (or he chooses to retire but he’s mentioned a few times he’s not ready for that) which some people think he’s looking in to but until something is said we won’t know. I think the fact he brings so much sponsorship money, has experience, and has shown teams he’s a team player might be a reason he stays in this series a little longer - teams want that. It’s no guarantee obviously. Despite people constantly going on about young talent, it’s unusual to have a grid that has so many drivers under 25. You go back 10 years to the 2012 season, only 4 out of the 25 drivers used that year (one driver being a reserve which explains the odd number) were under 25. While this year there are 8 out of 20 - two turn 25 this year but still are under for most the season which is why I’ve included them in this count. Obviously they are getting younger drivers as the want more longevity in their careers - which doesn’t necessarily happen as most drivers only last a few years unless they perform well enough or are liked enough to get sponsors teams need- but teams know it’s stupid to have a super young team without much experience - haas had a young team last year for money reasons but immediately brought back Kevin instead of even trying to get Piastri or another young driver people were wanting to see cause they wanted experience (partially due to the timing of it all but if they really wanted piastri they would have fought to get him).

Basically, I think Daniel will be around next year with McLaren (would be shocked if he wasn’t) and we’ll have to see what happens after - there are plenty other seats open currently so I feel like rumours need to focus on them instead 😂

Firstly thank you so much for this ask. I love that people feel like they can come to me and talk about stuff. And more importantly I love it because I have zero irl friends who care about F1 so this made my day.

I don't have all that much to add to your summary though I think you pretty much nailed it. In my mind there is a 90 % chance of him staying with them, mostly because there aren't that many realistic options out there right now. Unless Seb retires which would be HORRIBLE or if there is a suprise switch and at this moment in time AM is slower than McLaren and I don't want him to go to an even worse team. AM has potential but does he really want to take that chance again? Only Daniel knows I guess.

My dream is ofc that Daniel can go to a team where he is the clear nr 1 in a good midfield car. Either that or go back to Red Bull ( I know that will never happen but let a girl dream okay?)

[yugaroad]

Yugioh Sevens One-shot:Homerun curry

Anime:Yugioh Sevens.

Ship:RominXYuka

Fanfiction type:One shot.

Tags:Friendship,Curry,Baseball,suprise

NOTE:I don’t really know how baseball works,so my apologies for anything that makes no sense.

    Romin was at Roa’s apartment in his kitchen.Normally the so called King would have got a heart attack just from the thought of Romin even stepping into the kitchen,but he was at practise with their bandmates,so it was fine.

    Romin was looking at a cooking tutorial to make sure nothing explodes this time.She managed to make the rice,and she succesfully boiled the curry. After she was done,she looked at the clock.It was 8:45.

    „Oh my,I have to hurry up,otherwise I will be late.”Romin quickly packed everything and put her creation into a pot,then left Roa’s apartman.She rushed down the streets of Goha city and reached the newly built Goha stadium.

    Romin arrived just in time,as the match between Goha astro monsters and Dark enforcers.The match was really tied.Dark enforcers was a baseball team that began playing a few month ago,yet even Romin had to admit they know their job.

    Now it was Goha Yuka’s turn to take the mound. Evereything depended on her.If she could hit a homerun,Astro monsters could win.If she couldn’t,they would have lost.

    Yuka touched the ground with her bat a few times in anticipation of the pitch,then raised it next to her shoulders.

„Go,Yuka!”Romin stood up and shouted raising her hands.Then she looked around for the curry.Luckily she put it on the empty chair next to her.

    “You are the Goha president,huh?You don’t look so tough.”Said the pitcher of the enemy team.

    “Just throw the ball and you will see I’m no pushover.”Yuka said.

    “Whatever,victory is in the bag.”The guy raised his hand to get ready.

    Yuka’s eyes were on fire.The guy threw the ball,and Yuka hit it and managed to strike a Homerun.

“Wha-what….?”The guy was in shock.

    “I told you.You don’t mess with my blazing-burning spirit.”Yuka told him.

    ”Tch.”The guy then didn’t say anything.

“Yeah!”Romin stood up in joy yet again.”You did it Yuka!”

-After the match-

    “Huh,that was a great match,but now I have to go back to the Goha HQ and carry on with my duties as a Goha president.”Yuka said to herself and closed her eyes.

    “Yuka!”Yuka heard a shout which came from Romin whom she saw after opening her eyes.There was a wide smile on Romin’s face.

    “Romin!What can I help you with?”Yuka asked in a relieved voice.

     “That was a good game Yuka!”She congratulated.

    “Thank you Romin!”Yuka thanked her.

    “Here!”Romin handed Yuka the pot.”I made this curry for you.It is called Home curry.I made it extra spice and hot.”Yuka looked into the pot and saw that rather than a blue Dragias curry,or a pink Prima guitarna curry,there was a red liquid.Red wasn’t necessarily Home’s color,but it was Yuka’s .

    “Thank you.I was starving!”Romin wasn’t surprised.The baseball match was a close one,so obviously she would be exhausted.

    “Sorry,I have to go back to HQ to work.But don’t worry I surely will dig this in later.”.Yuka cloed her eyes.

    “Okay.Sure.”Romin said.

    “See you. And thanks for the curry again!”Yuka told her as she ran past Romin.

    “See you.And you are welcome.”She said it back.

As Yuka disappeared in the in the distant,Romin was staring at her.

“I’m happy she liked it.”Romin closed her eyes with a big smile.”I guess I should go home before -Oh his majesty-decides to go home and sees all the kitchen equipments,and puts the pieces together.”Romin thought as she ran home.