#oh big pretty man with sparkling eyes please dont have a stare down as you slowly strip off your hoodie nooo

[vanityangel]

SOLO STRIP SHOW SIKOA WWE ROYAL RUMBLE (JANURARY 27, 2024)

[whosaskingwrites]

Glass Heart (Oikawa x Reader x Kageyama)

A/N: This was the only request that came in for the follower event which by the way I've extended so its still open. So thanks for requesting this it was fun to write! Full disclosure the Akaashi b-day one was supposed to be uploaded first but I haven't finished it yet so...Also I went a little feral on this cause its the first ever request on the blog 💞. I even added it a small thing from one of my favorite movie series. Also I don't know if this is exactly what you wanted but I did my best to fulfill the request. Some things are changed in it but this is the final product.

Details: 9.4 pages 3,305 words (she long)

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, angst, heartbreak, there's a happy end for Mc tho, manga spoilers??? Kinda not really???

Date: December 7th, 2020

Theme: Glass Heart Syndrome- Similar to the Hanahaki disease, when a person goes through heart break it causes their heart to literally form into glass and break. It will result in the person never being able to love again or die through the agonizing process. The symptoms include dark cracks on the chest stemming from the heart that spread and grow darker the worse the heartbreak is, the victim becomes physically weaker, and they’ll cough up blood. (Taken directly from the request)

Sachi- means miracle. Thank you @msecchi for requesting 💞 hope you enjoy!

Nightmares.

That's what the doctor said to him. "You can't sleep because of the nightmares!" Thats what he was told by them. For ten years doctors told him its just nightmares. But he knew it wasn't nightmares no...He was being haunted by her. Dead and cold e/c eyes stared at him from the darkness as they dulled. A faint shattering sound accompanied it as he watched shards of glass fall.

His heart was cracked black lines trailed against his skin hidden under his shirt. It had cracked all those years ago when he thought she was gone. She had recovered though it was a miracle really that she had. After all he was there when her heart shattered.

Hanamaki and Matsukawa still looked at him with disgust. They supported him sure but they only supported him because they wanted him out of Japan. Iwaizumi didn't look at him the same either, there was always something hidden behind his gazes. He could take the anger from them though it was worth it to know she was still alive.

He loved her. He knew that, Iwaizumi knew it. For ten years he asked Iwaizumi how she was doing "she's fine," was the only response he got. Now he could see for himself if she was fine. The Olympics were here and he was currently on his way to Japan with his team. It'd been a long time since he'd been back. Almost nine years now but he wasn't worried. He curled into the plane seat shutting his eyes and trying to catch some nightmare free sleep...

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"Y/n-chan! You look really pretty today!" He threw an arm around the h/cette's shoulder pulling her roughly into his side. She stumbled a bit peering up at him through long eyelashes. "Can you let me go please Oikawa-san?" She asked shifting to pry his arm off. He held on though and gasped "Eh? Why Y/n-chan!" He shrieked and just like that his arm was thrown off her shoulder and Iwaizumi stood there.

"Dumbass she doesn't like people touching her!" He yelled flicking him in the forehead. He whined and rubbed at the spot "Iwa-chan you're supposed to be on my side!" Iwaizumi simply shook his head before turning towards Y/n. "So Y/n have you decided on a high school yet?" She merely hummed "I was thinking Shiratori-" "No you can't go there!" Oikawa cut off quickly throwing himself infront of her.

"...Can I finish my sentence?" She asked sending a pointed look towards him. "Please do," Iwaizumi supplied as he covered Oikawa's mouth. "Shiratorizawa but my cousin convinced me to go to Aoba Johsai instead," She finished sending a pointed look towards him. He pried Iwaizumi's hand off to speak "You're going to Aoba Johsai!?" She laughed then smiling at him and he felt his heart rate speed up in response.

It'd been a few months since then he was a third year now and her a sparkling brand new first year at Aoba Johsai. Since day one he'd been around her constantly. Walking her to her classes or sitting with her at lunch sometimes bringing her an extra piece of Milk Bread. Of course the team knew he liked her it stared them in the face everyday. He'd smile at his phone everytime she texted or his face would flush slightly when she complimented him. Not that she ever noticed but they knew she was falling to.

She no longer rejected physical touches from him she leaned into them instead. She always smiled at him whenever he appeared in her line of sight. She even started using his first name! Halfway through the school year everybody knew Oikawa Tooru and L/n Y/n were attached at the hip. Fangirls confessed all the time but he rejected them without fail thinking of the girl with s/c skin and e/c eyes. He wanted her confession but it never came to him. He got tired of the team making fun of him one day. They always picked on him so why should they be allowed to do it when it involves the girl he liked?

"Oh please! Like I even care about her! She's getting boring anyway i'll just move on to a new girl. One that's more exciting and not some bright-eyed first year," He had said crossing his arms and looking up indignantly. "Oikawa...You don't mean that," Iwaizumi said slowly looking at him. "Of course I do. She's boring now," He pushed refusing to crack under the pressure.

Of course how was he going to remember that all of this went down a minute before she was supposed to walk into the gym to watch him practice like everyday? He really should have remembered that if he had things might have gone differently. Practice had ended as usual though it had been quieter than he remembered. Something was missing and he knew it.

He shrugged it off as he left the locker room walking towards the front gates to wait for Iwaizumi with Y/n. "Hey Y/n-chan what'd you think of practice?" He waited a moment to see her rush around the corner in a flurry of excitement but it never happened. "Y/n-chan..?" Rounding the corner of the gate he saw the spot they normally waited in was empty no sign of the beautiful girl anywhere.

There was however a piece of paper trapped against the bars. It was a small thing easily loseable but the way it was crumpled and felt soft meant the paper he held was old and probably had been thrown away. He opened it slowly and glared at what he saw on it. 'Kageyama Tobio xxxx-xxx-xxxx' What were the odds he'd find his enemies number here of all places? Astronomically low he knew as he chucked the paper away.

Iwaizumi had come up then pushing him along while he struggled. "Iwa-chan! Y/n-chan isn't here yet!" Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. "She went home. She was feeling sick today," He responded easily while Oikawa's nose crinkled. That was impossible he'd been with her all day except for in class. She was perfectly normal in every way today, he'd have know she was sick.

Maybe if he said something to Iwaizumi instead of keeping quiet he'd have seen her and fixed everything. Maybe if he had made them stop at the park like he did everyday instead of being consumed by his thoughts he might have seen a familiar h/c haired girl sitting with a boy that had blackish blue hair and vibrant blue eyes.

He might have seen the boy give her his jacket and a carton of milk when she started crying. Or how he awkwardly patted her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. But instead the duo walked on with him thinking about how to ask Y/n why she lied. Of course for the next two weeks he wouldn't receive a response since she avoided him at every turn.

Eventually though he cornered her right outside the gym after she dropped off Hanamaki's water bottle. He didn't question why she had it or the black and blue jacket she was wearing that was slightly too big for her. Instead he ran after her stopping her before she got to far. "Hey! Y/n-chan why are you avoiding me!?" He shouted towards her.

She and everyone else nearby stopped people whispered as they looked at them but he didn't care. He watched her turn and froze as dull e/c eyes met his own. "Just speeding things up. After all you said I was boring Oikawa-san,"

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He jolted awake sitting up rapidly as he tried to slow down his racing heart. "Hey you okay man?" He turned his head looking at his teammates who looked startled. "Yeah I'm fine...Just a bad dream," He smiled at them before looking out the window. Japan was spread out below them lights twinkling in the dark.

The smile fell from his face as they landed replaced with a sense of displacement and nostalgia. He gripped his bags tightly tomorrow he would be facing his biggest rivals on the court all to see who would win the gold. He didn't have time to think about what happened to the girl he used to know.

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"Wha- who said you were boring?" He asked stepping towards her. She took a step back in response "You did. Two weeks ago when I went to the gym. I heard you," His eyes widened dramatically as he looked at her "No- That's out of context!" He tried to save it but she just shook her head. 

"Don't lie Oikawa-san," Her eyes became more dull as she spoke. "Don't- dont call me Oikawa please. Dont do that please," he begged reaching out towards her. She coughed then putting a hand up to her mouth. As she did the sleeve of the jacket rolled down and he saw them. The thin black lines trailing across her skin and decorating her pale s/c arm.

"Y/n-chan...," he trailed off as his eyes focused on her arm and the thin trail of blood coming from her mouth. She smiled but it wasn't anything. Only a slight twitch upwards no warmth behind it. "Its okay Oikawa-san you helped me you know?" He paused as he looked at her "Helped you..?" She nodded slowly "Yeah! You helped me realize that love is worthless so thank you," He could only watch in horror as the black veins spread further and widened being accompanied by a cracking sound.

Like someone had thrown a ball threw a glass window she collapsed at the same time a shattering sound filled the air. A girl nearby screamed as Y/n fell while someone else yelled for emergency services. "Y/n!" He was shoved backwards as Hanamaki and Matsukawa ran past him.

"What happened!?" Matsukawa yelled as he lifted her head. He looked at him while blood dripped from her mouth. "I- I don't know. S-she said she heard me a-and-," Hanamaki whipped around at that "She heard you!?" He stood blood had left a red stain on his white track pants. 

"If she dies from this I will never forgive you," Hanamaki hissed. "Makki she's- she's not breathing!" Matsukawa screamed pressing a hand on her heart. Paramedics rushed into the area skittering around as the pushed Matsukawa and Hanamaki away. "What happened?" One of the medics asked. "Glass Heart Syndrome," Hanamaki answered back glaring at Oikawa as he spoke.

"We need to get her out of here right away! Lets go!" The medic had run back over towards Y/n helping to pick her up onto the gurney. They paramedics left quickly with her denying Hanamaki and Matsukawa's attempt to go with her. They raced into the gym grabbing their stuff before running back out. Hanamaki shoved Oikawa out of the way and down to the ground as they ran.

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He sighed as he jolted awake for the third time in a row. This was ridiculous she wasn't even dead so why couldn't he sleep without seeing dead e/c eyes? Guilt that's what Iwaizumi told him. He tilted his head to see the time five am was what the clock told him. He needed to meet the rest of the team at seven thirty so he changed and went running.

The streets he ran on seemed so familiar but so different to him. Of course he stopped at the nearby park it was similar to the one he used to stop at with Iwaizumi and Y/n. Those trips long since abandoned after what he did his eyes flittered over the park until they landed on a h/cette. His eyes widened as he looked at her so similar to the last time he saw her.

Slightly taller and figure slightly rounder perfect to him but it hurt to realize it was a pregnancy bump. The h/c hair on her head sparkled and her e/c eyes glittered with a warmth he hadn't seen in years. He began walking towards her almost starting to run until a voice stopped him. "Y/n!" He stopped immediately snapping his head to the side. Barreling towards her was a male with silver and black hair and golden eyes sparkling. He knew who that was...Bokuto Koutarou wing spiker for the MSBY Black Jackals and he was his opponent in the upcoming game.

He slunk closer and it was then that he noticed a little girl hugged to Bokutos chest. She couldn't have been older than five from what he could see but he noticed that running through the girls h/c hair were streaks of silver. He certainly didn't expect her to take the little girl from him and kiss his cheek. His shock was palpable when she reached a hand up to run through his hair. A thin sliver band with a small diamond on it glared back at him glittering in the sun.

Bokuto had lifted his own hand to run it through the small girl's hair the silver came through more prominently as well as exposing dark navy almost black streaks he hadnt seen before. The little girls head turned revealing a single e/c eyes. His eyes however zoned in on the gold band on Bokuto's finger. He was excitedly talking to her while she shook her head and started walking off. He watched Bokuto's eyes widen comically as the wing spiker ran off after her.

He stood frozen as he watched the scene anybody could see a cute family scene. That should have been him handing her their kid not Bokuto. But it wasn't him no it was someone else. So of course he called Iwaizumi to complain.

"Iwa! You didn't tell me Y/n was married to that- that wing spiker!?" He yelled into the phone while Iwaizumi scoffed. "One I shouldnt tell you anything about Y/n since you ruined that. And two thats not your business," He returned the statement with a scoff of his own. "Not my business? Shes married! You know what Iwa. I'll win her back," Iwaizumi laughed then it was laced with disbelief much like his voice was. 

"Sorry you are gonna try to win back a married woman who has a kid and another one on the way?" Iwaizumi was right that sounded wrong out loud but he couldn't back down. "Yes! I'm gonna win her back from that Bokuto guy!" Iwaizumi snorted "Sorry how'd you figure they were married?" Iwaizumi asked with a laugh "I saw the rings and her daughter has silver hair like him!" He stated indignantly.

Iwaizumi did bust out laughing then "Silver hair? Must have dyed it then," Iwaizumi mumbled quietly. "Iwa what are you going on about?" He asked not being able to hear the male on the other line clearly. "Oh nothing just suprised you don't pay more attention to your sworn enemies," He called uninterested. "I pay enough attention to know they're on the same team and will be playing against me," He hissed and Iwaizumi laughed. "I gotta go. See you later Oikawa," He hung up and Oikawa sighed as he put the phone away.

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"Oh are you all here for Ms. L/n?" The team turned eyes landing on a doctor with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He was clearly foreign but they didn't have any questions other than about her. Looking at them all he could see the fear in their faces and sighed. "Well its a miracle really that she lived. One of the worst cases of Glass Heart Syndrome I've seen in years," Oikawa froze as he felt the numerous glares on his back.

"Thank you doctor...?" Hanamaki walked forward looking at the man. "McCoy. Leonard McCoy," He said holding out a hand. "Thank you Doctor McCoy. Can we see her?" Hanamaki shook his hand while the doctor sighed. "Im afraid not. She still needs some time to recover we're going to try some beta blockers but until we try them I can't allow you guys in just incase," He said turning back around and leaving just like that.

The next week was spent waiting for the news. It came during practice one day for them "The beta blockers worked. She starts school again tomorrow at a new school," Matsukawa said as he walked back into the gym. The team cheered in excitement "Wait a new school? Shes transferring?" He asked stopping everyone while Hanamaki scoffed "she lived which was a fucking miracle and now you want her back here at the school that she almost died at with the person who almost killed her?" He flinched at the tone.

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The game had ended with Argentina's victory them winning the gold. He smirked at the wing spiker on the other side who only tilted his head in confusion silver hair following the movement. Iwaizumi smacked him as he approached "Stop looking at Bokuto like that," He said with a sigh. "I won against him and now I'll do it again," He was determined as he huffed. "Also Iwa how could you! Did you even know they got married!?" Iwaizumi scoffed in disbelief.

"Of course I knew she got married. I was a groomsmen along with Ushijima and Bokuto. Hinata was the best man," He processed the words "Sorry did you say Bokuto was a grooms-," before he could continue his questioning the patter of running feet interrupted him. "Daddy!" He snapped his head to the side seeing the little girl again only this time his jaw dropped.

The girl was pulled into a pair of arms which he followed to their owner. Kageyama's side profile glared back at him as he smiled down at the little girl. From this side he saw her other eye was a vibrant blue shade and sparkled in joy. "Hi angel what's going on here?" He lifted the girls hair in his finger and Oikawa saw the silver band around his ring finger while silver hair slipped through his fingers. "Uncle Kashi took me to the hair salon while he was watching me! I got my hair done to match Uncle Bo!" The little girl threw her arms up with a smile.

"Eh? Why not Uncle Tsumu kid?" Atsumu had asked joining the conversation. The girls nose crinkled "Uncle Bo is better than you!" Atsumu threw a hand over his heart and gasped mocking hurt. "Sachi Kageyama what did I tell you about running off?" Everyone turned seeing Y/n walking over with her arms crossed Akaashi stood next to her carrying her bag of stuff a ring of gold stood out prominently on his finger. "M'sorry mama," The girl now identified fully as Sachi frowned looking down with big eyes.

"Sachi. Just because Uncle Bo's sad face doesn't work on me doesn't mean yours will," She tapped her foot twice and Oikawa felt it the black veins trailing on his skin getting bigger and darker. He could hear the crack in his heart as Kageyama leaned over to kiss Y/n. The two of them fitted together perfectly while Bokuto bounded over to Akaashi and threw an arm around his shoulders. "Alright we get it. You two and your miracle are cute!" Hinata claimed as he shoved the two apart.

Y/n laughed as she looked up her eyes flittered over the other team stopping on Oikawa for a moment. He froze under her gaze. The warmth in her eyes faded replaced by the same empty and dead eyes he'd grown used to. The group had headed towards the exit as he felt the cracks happen rapidly. The last thing he could remember was the loud sound of something glass shattering before he collapsed to the ground.

[violetnotez]

Izuku x reader

⤷ Genre: Fluff, Barista AU!

⤷ Word Count: 7000+

⤷ Warnings: FLUFF (and maybe some second hand embarrassment!)

⤷ Synopsis: As your getting your morning coffee fix from a new cafe, your pleasantly meet with an extremely cute barista. Too bad he heard your name wrong though.

Song Recs: ⤷Sweater Weather-The Neighbourhood ⤷I Dont Know Why-NOTD ⤷Touch and Go-Ed Sheeran

This is for the Izuku Month! PLs go and check out the awesome writers participating for this month!

Please ignore all my banners being 20 different sizes I can’t figure out which size I like best 😂

You stepped into the shop, the warm smell of spices and coffee beans filling the air. It felt so warm and cozy, the whirring of the machines going on in the background as you breathed out a deep sigh.

It was one of your first days off in what seemed like an extremely long time, so you thought it would only be fitting to do some exploring today. You had always wanted to try this coffee shop, as it was acclaimed for its signature “Hero Themed” Lattes, so of course you had to at least try one.

The line was fairly long, as any popular cafe would be in the morning, people bustling to get their caffeine fix before they did their daily routine.

You got a spot in line, opening up the cafe’s Instagram page to look at all the wonderful options. Everything looked so yummy and delicious, your mouth salivating at each picture posted. Your eyes were glued to the screen, your feet only moving once you felt the body in front of you inch forward.

It didn’t take long for a chirpy voice to call in front of you, a welcoming “Next Please!” ringing against your ear. You looked up, your mind finally deciding on what drink you wanted- until your eyes landed on quite possibly the prettiest boy you had ever seen.

His hair was unruly and curly, a mixture of greens cascading across his face. His eyes complimented his hair so well, the bright emerald orbs full of happiness and kindness. He was just adorable, his pearly white smile aimed straight at you, not a hit of worry amidst the chaos around him from the morning rush.

You gave him a meek smile, your cheeks on fire-god, how were you gonna order and not be completely flustered? This boy was literally gorgeous!

Your feet took you to the counter as you clutched your phone with shaky hands.

“Hi miss, what can I getcha?” He asked sweetly, his hands grabbing a cup. A Sharpie was posed in his fingers, waiting to start writing down exactly what you wanted to order. After being blessed with this beautiful specimen of a man in front of you, you completely forgot what you wanted to drink.

You hastily looked at the menu above your head, searching for the coffee you had planned to ask for. Nothing seemed right, and you were cursing yourself for looking so clueless. 

This poor guy was probably already super busy, and you were now holding him up!

“Having some trouble?” He asked, noticing your obvious dilemma.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” you apologized, your lips shaped in a soft smile, “I kinda forgot what I wanted to order!”

“Oh no worries, really, I totally understand!” he grinned, “the menu is pretty big!”

“Yeah, it is!” you chuckled lightly, your cheeks feeling warm. “What do you recommend?”

The boy smiled at you, your heart swooning. God, how could he be so pretty!!

Wait-did he have freckles?!? The faint specks sparkled against his pinkish cheeks, making you fall for the boy even more. You had barely talked to this boy for 2 minutes and you were already head over heels.

He seemingly didn’t notice your heart pained crisis, his eyes bright as ever.

“Oh, everything on the menu is amazing! The Hawks latte is quite nice, it’s very light and airy-as well as the Endeavor, but it has cinnamon and gives it a pretty good kick-” he began rambling on about the drinks, his eyes brightening just talking about them. You couldn't fathom how he could talk so fast, the words melding into one as he listed off the most popular drinks.

His voice was melodic though, so soft and calming-yet so excited too. His voice could make calculus interesting to you.

“-but my personal favorite is the All Might drink,” he blushed slightly, his face clearly a little embarrassed as he relayed this information to you.

You grinned at his adorable expression, noticing the small All Might pin he had neatly stuck into the front of his apron.

“You're an All Might fan I’m assuming?” You noted, your voice amused and kind as you pointed at the enamel pin.

He touched the front of his apron, looking down as he tried to follow your line of eyesight.

“Oh-oh yeah!” He smiled brightly once he realized what you were referring to, “ever since I was a kid, he’s always been my favorite!”

He beamed at you, his voice stuttering slightly.

He was so adorable and  a nerd too? God, you could marry him on the spot. 

You grinned at him, flashing the back of your phone case and revealing the All Might pop socket in the back.

His eyes widened like saucers in shock, his smile growing even wider as he laid eyes on the fan merch.

“I might be an All Might fan myself,” you admitted, your heart thumping in your chest.

“Then you have to try the All Might latte!” He exclaimed, “If-if you want to try it of course..”

“I’m down!” You smiled brightly, watching how his face light up when you agreed as he hastily wrote down the drink order on the side of the cup.

“Can I-I get your name?” He stuttered slightly, his eyes wide and doe-like.

His hand holding the Sharpie was hovering over the cup, watching you with expectant eyes. You took a small breath, your words about to spill out of your mouth-until an extremely loud blender erupted in noise behind the counter.

“It’s y/n,” you tried to yell over the sounds, feeling a little bit of awkwardness fill your stomach as he cocked his head to the side, obviously confused.

He opened his mouth, words dribbling out but nothing being heard as the machine continued to whir on.

You internally cursed that damn thing for ruining the cute moment you had with this hot barista, your cheeks aflame as you nodded numbly to his question.

Whatever he asked couldn’t matter that much-right?

He smiled widely, accepting your answer as he hastily wrote your name on the side of the cup and told you the price of the drink. You quickly paid, your eyes drinking him in one last time-he was just so cute and adorable, you wanted to permanently get each detail of his emblazed into your memory.

He handed you your receipt and change back to you, his grin as wide as ever.

“My name is Izuku-Izuku Midoriya,” he added, his cheeks warm and his voice stuttering slightly, “just in case if you need anything else!”

You giggled softly, a little confused by his comment but nevertheless ecstatic by it.

His name! It was so unique, yet so innocent sounding and kind, you couldn’t help but feel your heart soar at the sound.

“Thank you Izuku,” you waved him politely, your heart pumping as you found an empty table to sit and wait for your drink. Your arms rested on the cool surface, the chair squeaking slightly as you shifted in a comfortable position. The machines continued to whir, the sounds of multiple conversations cascading throughout the small space. You began going through your social media, trying to suppress the wide smile that was trying to blossom over your face. You had just met the cutest guy ever- and weren't even trying! It almost felt so surreal, as if this moment was too good to be true.

“MIru!”

You began to hear his voice repeating a name, calling out for a customer to get their drink. You continued to look down at your phone, a small part of you saddened that it wasn't your name he was calling out.

“Uh-Miru?”

He continued to call out that same name, his voice getting a little louder each time. He almost sounded worried, hesitant even, as if he was confused about what was going on.

Thats weird- that person should have gotten their drink by now, you thought vaguely, noticing people were beginning to notice his voice as well.

“Wait, why are they looking at me?” you wondered, A small ounce of panic filling your stomach, making it feel heavy like lead as you finally looked around. 

A few customers were giving you strange looks, your head swiveling now to look at Izuku.

Wait- why is he looking at me? You thought in horror, your eyes meeting the kind, emerald orbs of Izuku’s. He looked relieved once you finally made eye contact with him, a bright smile blossoming under those freckled cheeks of his. He gave a tentative wave, motioning for you to come over.

Well thats weird-the name he was calling out wasnt even close to yours-

You got up anyway, unable to disobey the kind eyes of Izuku. You pushed your chair under the table, the legs squeaking against the shiny floor as you shuffled your way to the counter.

“Hi again!” he said cheerfully, his voice shy and sweet against your ears. ‘Its-Miru, right?”

Oh no-wait-

You finally put two and two together, a horrible realization bursting inside you- 

he heard your name wrong.

Oh crap, why did this have to happen to you? How did he hear get your name that bad?? 

 You finally meet a nice guy, someone actually genuine and kind, you hit off of, and bam-something comes to screw it all up.

In this case-an obnoxiously loud blender turned on at just the worst time.

You licked your lips, your mouth parting slightly to tell him, no, in fact, that was not your name-

But you looked again at that charming face of Izuku’s, his expressions glazed with innocence and nerves as he waited expectantly for your answer. The poor guy had called out this random name for a 2 whole minutes, probably feeling so idiotic as he waited for you to come and get your drink. Your cheeks burned at the thought, feeling embarrassed for both you and him. He must have felt so awkward standing there, just staring at you in confusion as he called out your “name” and you not even moving a muscle! If you told him he had gotten your name completely wrong, he would feel even worse about the whole situation, most likely feeling extremely embarrassed for something that wasnt even his fault.

You didnt want to make him feel anymore nervous or awkward than he already felt-you decided to swallow your pride, your head meekly nodding in a “Yes.”

His face immediately light up, obvious relief flooding his expression.

“Oh, thats great!” he exclaimed, a nervous chuckle spilling from his lips, “for a second there, I thought I was saying your name wrong…”

“Yeah, imagine how embarrassing that would be,” you said, your voice hesitant as you gave him a nervous smile.

Oh, if he only knew.

“I-uh-I don't when you'll be able to come back, but-but I have some pro hero collectibles I'd really like to show you-of course, only if you're interested!” the poor boy was stuttering again, his words melding into one.”IknowyourprobablyreallybusyandIdon'twanttopressureyouitsjustIvenevermetagirlwholikeheroessomuch-”

You laughed sweetly at the boy’s obvious dilemma, his speech beginning to quicken at an ungodly rate as his cheeks blossomed adorably with red.

“You're a talker, aren't ya?” you said between giggles, your hand grabbing the drink from his. Your fingers brushed against each other momentarily, your heart quickening by the sudden contact.

“Id love to see them Izuku,” you gave him a small smile, his green orbs widening slightly and then scrunch up into a bright, nervous grin  as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Can you come in on Tuesday-at 8? I know thats a little early but we aren't very busy then-”

You looked up, your teeth catching your lip as you thought over your schedule, the drink beginning to chill your palm.

“Thats sounds perfect, Ill see you on Tuesday, then,” you gave the boy a small smile, your eyes glinting mischievously, “Ill bring my signed All Might poster with me too-”

“A WHAT?!” he practically screamed those words, his voice giddy with excitement. “THE All MIght signed your-”

“Hey, Fanboy, can you please come back- we kinda need your help right now!” A girl with pink skin and piercing yellow eyes yelled over her shoulder, both her hands occupied as she swirled whip cream over two drinks at the same time. A girl with a brown bob was taking orders at warp speed, her face clearly in distress as the line somehow got longer as you two were talking.

“Oh-uh-of course Mina, Ill be right there!” he yelled back, his shyness returning as he gave you a small smile.

“Im sorry, I have to go-”

“No worries! I dont want to be taking more of your time,” you replied, a little bit of embarrassment dripping inside you as you sipped your coffee. Even though you felt guilty for talking to him for so long, you couldnt help but feel warm and fuzzy all over. He asked to to come back! This guy was so adorable you could practically scream. “Ill see you on Tuesday then?”

“Yeah-Tuesday!” he chuckled softly, “It was nice meeting up Miru.’

Oh yeah-he didnt actually know your name.

Your cheeks flushed with red , embarrassment building inside you as you remembered the miscommunication.

“Uh-uh-yeah, bye Izuku!” you hastily replied back as you walked over to the exit, making sure to keep your back to the boy as you used your shoulder to open it, a burst of chilled air hitting you.

God, your cheeks were so red- you sucked on your drink, hoping the intense coldness would cool down your face some.

It sucked that he had heard your name wrong, but the guy was too hot-you just didnt have the heart to tell him the truth then and there.

Oh well, you sighed, walking back to your car, there’s always time….

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Next time never came.

You, of course, took Midoriya on his offer to meet up with him the next week. He had shown you pictures of his collection of hero figurines, and boy did he have a lot.

He seemed sheepish, showing you, his cheek blossoming red like a tomato, his freckles like specks of stars pecking out of a hazy sunset. He had stuttered as he held out his phone (an All Might phone case in the back of course), as he explained that he had been collecting since he was a kid.

You chuckled at his adorable demeanor- but god, he really had been collecting for years! His whole room was decked out in All mIght gear-it was quite impressive, but you had to giggle at the kid-ish nature of the room.

You, of course, had brought in the poster, which had brought tears to poor Midoriya's eyes. You would have thought he had won the lottery, his shrieks of excitement filling the empty cafe as he gushed over the signature

 It was strange to see him without a crowd of people, the stress nowhere evident in his soft complexion as he freaked out over your piece of memorabilia.

You could truly appreciate him and his beauty when he wasn’t scrambling to get orders now, his laugh bright and unapologetic, his fanboy screams squeaky yet sweet. He radiates brightness, his whole body like a ball of energy of warm sunshine.

A bright sun in the cosmos.

You were gravitated to him, unable to stop yourself to want to know more and,learn everything about him: what he liked, what he didn’t like, his favorite food, his favorite color, his aspirations in life-any and every thing that made up Izuku Midoriya you wanted to document like you were his personal biographer.

It did feel awkward that he still called you by that silly name, but you were too embarrassed at that point to even confront him about it. You had visited his shop on the same day and time for the past 2 months, pegging for the poor boy like a puppy yearning for attention. At this point, you were getting quite antsy to go out with him, but he was still so nervous around you you were afraid to screw it up.

If you told him your name was wrong, would he be too embarrassed? Would it screw up the relationship you two had created from quick interactions behind a counter? Had you catfished in some weird way by playing along with the name he had mistakenly given you?

You were overthinking it, you knew it, but you were too terrified about the possibility of losing Izuku that you sucked up your worries. You had taken the name as a nickname now, the sound coming from his lips making your ears ting red and biting your lip in embarrassment. You were dying to hear your real name play against his lips, wondering how the word would sound in his sweetly honey voice

“Here ya go, one Mirko cappuccino!” Izuku shouted sweetly, his bright teeth gleaming under the fluorescent lights and morning sun.

You smiled at the green headed boy, your hands resting on the marble. The top felt cool against your skin, the flecks of brown like confetti as it glimmered against the lights.

You watched as he shuffled from behind the counter, sliding through a small gate as he walked towards you. Your heart skipped a beat dramatically.

He rarely came out from behind the counter, but when he did, it always made your breath disappear and your eyes get wide with flusteredness. For some reason, seeing him in all his glory, from his shaggy forest hair to his well built forearms made your mouth dry as you stared into those green orbs of his.

That permanent blush still played in his cheeks, the freckles matching the glimmering countertop perfectly as he stared down at you slightly. He handed you the drink, his fingers brushing against yours gently.

You internally screamed, your heart palpitating from the feathery touch. His skin was so warm and rugged, your index brushing gently against a raised scar. You had never noticed that slight imperfection on his otherwise unblemished skin, and your mind began reeling at the possibilities to why it was there.

Just another part of Midoriya you wanted to desperately learn and selfishly document for yourself.

You wrapped your hands around the thick paper of the cup , the texture rough yet warm against your fingertips.

“Can you maybe tell me how it tastes the next time you come in?” He looked down at you with a sheepish grin, his lips plump and pink as he talked, “ I’ve never made one before and I hope I didn’t make it too strong with the cinnamon,”

You took a deep breath, trying to will yourself to calm down. You internally thanked that Izuku was pretty oblivious to any type of flirting, or he would have definitely noticed you gawking at his lips.

“Definitely!” you smiled, “I’ll think you’ll be fine though, Mirko is a pretty feisty hero. There’s not enough cinnamon in the world to match her personality,”

Izuku chuckled at your comment, his hand scratching the back of his neck. “That’s very true! She definitely is one of the more spicier drinks we have...Im still experimenting with hers to make it just right,”

You nodded with his words, taking a sip of the drink as he talked. It really was filled with spice, the slight burn of the cinnamon pleasant as it rolled down your throat.

“I’ve actually been also working on a new drink as well,”

“Oh really,” your eyes widened in curiosity, “what hero is it based off of?”

A blush creeped onto his rosy cheeks yet again, his eyes downcast as he avoided your gaze.

““It’s not a hero, actually, just-it’s-kinda- special to me-since I’ve been thinking about it for some time... if that makes sense…

“I get it,” you said, your voice reassuring, “you're just really passionate about it-Im excited to try it, anything you make is amazing!”

“Oh-oh thank you!” he chuckled at your praise, unable to stop the stutters spilling from his mouth.

“I’m-I’m not quite done with it, but next time you come… I can explain it more and let you try it if you like!”

“Of course! I’d love to,” you smiled at the greenette, blood rushing to your ears as you stared at his bright complexion.

You swallowed thickly, not sure where to look as you tried to erase the flustered expression on your face.

He was too good and pure for this world-This boy could stomp on your heart and you’d say thank you.

You shakily stepped away from him, your hands clutching the drink like an anchor as you walked yourself to the door. you waved him a small goodbye, a smile gracing your lips as your eyes drank in Izuku one last time. It was a shame you only saw him for once a week, and you made sure to burn his image into your mind to satiate you for the next few days.

“Bye ‘Zuku, Ill see you next week!”

He waved back to you, a bright grin displayed on his rosy cheeks.

“Bye!”

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He heard the chime of the door jingle as you walked out the door, his eyes following you as you walked away from the store.

He watched you through the elongated windows of the cafe, your drink he made you in hand as he peered through the window. He did this every time you left, his neck straining as he tried to follow you, making sure you got into your car safely.

Heat rose in his cheeks, watching you walk away from him leaving a sad pit in his stomach.

He hated watching you leave, but it never stopped him from gawking at you when you go.

His breath felt tight in his chest, pure love flooding from his heart as your hair flowed delicately with your walk, his eyes trailing down to your beautiful legs-

“Hey Fanboy, you done gawking at your girlfriend,” he heard his pink skinned coworker call, her tone amused and teasing.

He jumped from where he was standing, his face erupting in red as he stumbled around his words.

“Oh-uh-hey Mina, I wasn’t doing anything I don’t know what your talking about-“

She walked around the counter, her finger pointing at him accusingly.

“Don’t lie to me mister! I know a love sick boy when I see one-and you,”

She poked her finger into his chest, her pink lemonade skin intimidatingly close to his, “are love sick.”

She threw her head back, her voice booming and bright- “You can come out Ochaco!”

The brown bob of Izuku’s other worker peaked out from the back door, her eyes wide with relief.

“Oh good! I would have felt bad if I walked in on you guys flirting-“

Izuku waved his hands frantically in front of him, his face as red as a tomato.

“We weren’t flirting I swear thatsnotwhatitwas-“

Mina laughed at the boys clear distress, her cotton candy tresses bouncing as she shook her head.

“You can’t fool us Midoriya-whenever your flustered your voice goes up like 10 octaves and you get redder than Kirishima’s hair,”

Izuku chuckled nervously as he tried to cover up his nerves as his coworker berated him. Ochaco walked over to the two, her kind aura making the air a little less thick as she looked up at Izuku with sympathy.

“It’s really sweet you like that girl so much-she seems to like you alot too,”

Mina shook her head in agreement, her canines glinting in the morning light.

“Oh definitely! Any girl that would still hang around after seeing Midoriya’s All MIght Room must be a keeper-“

“Have you gotten her number yet Midoriya?” Ochako asked, her eyes wide and curious, “Have you messaged her?”

Izuku scratched the back of his head, his eyes downcasted. He already knew the reaction he was going to get from his bubbly and sometimes feisty coworkers, and he wasn’t quite ready for their outburst.

“Oh no, well, we never exchanged numbers-“

“YOU NEVER EXCHANGED NUMBERS?!? Mina practically screamed, her yellow eyes blown huge like lemons.

“ We are in the 21st century Midoriya!” She yelled,

“Well we never quite got to-doing that-“ Izuku tried to reason, Mina clearly still flabbergasted and not impressed by his excuse

“Still-how.have.you.not. DONE THAT?!?”

Uraraka looked between the two, Mina on her tippy toes as she chewed him out, Izuku flushed with red. It was almost comical to watch, yet Uraraka felt sympathy for the poor boy who knew nothing about romance.

“Mina maybe-“ Uraraka placed a hand on the pink girl’s shoulder.

“Unbelievable!!” Mina continued, her head shaking, “I swear you live under a rock! Why haven’t you-she’s clearly into you!!”

Izuku’s eyes were like saucers, his hands shaking as he denied the girl.

“Oh no, she’s not, she can’t-were just friends, I bet she only come she only comes here for the coffee-“

Mina placed her hand on her hip, giving Ochaco a side eye look. The two girls watched the blubbering Izuku spill falsities from his lips, both quite sick of his denial

“Midoriya-,” Mina stated, her voice serious and honest, “there is no way-this girl is only ‘coming for the coffee’”

Uraraka nodded with Mina, her voice sweet like honey as she confirmed her pink friend’s words.

“You should see how she looks at you Izuku-her face lights up and her cheeks get so blushy! And whenever you talk to her her smile gets so much brighter!”

“You should see her when she looks at your behind too-“

“Mina!”

Uraraka swatted the girl playfully with her arm, earning a laugh from the pink toned girl.

“What, it’s the truth! She likes you Midoriya, she’s practically head over heels-“

Izuku listened to the two girls sheepishly, not knowing quite what to do with himself. All these weeks he had been hoping against hope you had liked him back-ever since that day he met you he felt he was destined to know you. He had never met a girl so welcoming and sweet, let alone as gorgeous as you. The fact you had accepted his quirky, nerdy side so quickly as well as were interested in his obsessions practically made his heart swoon with joy. Every week he looked forward to seeing you, counting down the minutes and seconds before he heard that welcome chime of the door announcing your arrival every Tuesday morning.

He thought about you all the time, wishing he knew what it felt like to hear your voice over the phone, to hold your hand, to see you in a pretty dress as he took you out to a nice restaurant...He was scared of rejection, and the fear you didn't like him back suffocated him, but these words from his coworkers were definitely boosting some of his confidence.

“R-really???” He stuttered, “ I-I didnt know all that…”

The two girls nodded their heads, their smiles wide as they watched their flustered coworker.

“You like her back, right?” Uraraka tilted her head, her brown strands cascading across her cheeks.

Izuku nodded his head quickly, his eyes wide and cheeks aflame.

Mina reached out, her hands latching onto Midoriya's bicep and squeezing reassuringly. “Then ask her out-Or at least get her number so the poor girl isn’t spending her money on coffee every week to just see you-“

“I-I actually was going to ask the next time she came in,”

Izuku looked to his side as the two girls gasped in awe. Uraraka let a squeal slip from her lips, her cheeks bright as ever.

“Oh Izuku that’s amazing! How were you going to ask?”

He shuffled his feet, feeling a little exposed with all the excessive attention on him. His hands began to squirm and wring together, his eyes looking to the side under his coworkers intense stares.

“Well, I-I made this new drink...and I actually made it based off of her- I’ve been writing down all the flavors she likes and doesn’t like and making a drink that’s perfect for her...,”

His coworkers were quiet-too quiet.

He looked up, a pit of fear growing in his stomach as he gazed at each of their faces, their shocked faces making him feel insecure about his plan.

“Is that-too weird??” He asked hesitantly.

The air left his chest as the two girls threw their bodies at him in a tight bear hug, their voices gushing over the boy.

“Oh Izuku that’s adorable!”

“You're such a meat head about love but thats so freaking cute!”

Ochaco and Mina were squealing, the tightness of their hug squeezing all air from his lungs. His knees locked from the sudden force, stumbling as he tried to support the two gushing girls.

“It’s was just an idea, I didn’t realize you two would like it-“ he squeaked out.

The two girls finally let go of their vice-like hug, their giggles and smiles radiating off their faces.

“We LOVE.” Mina started, her grin wide. “As women, we put our stamp of approval!”

“Really?”

“Of course! It’s honestly so adorable, I’m kinda jealous-“

As Mina was praising the blushing boy, Ochaco looked out the window, her smile slowing dropping into a tired grin.

“Uh, guys… I think we should start getting ready…”

A massive group of what seemed like 10 women in work clothing were bounding down the street, their eyes staring through the windows of the cafe as if they were already anticipating stepping inside.

Mina sighed, her face hardening as she started walking to the drink station, already prepping drink cups for the anticipated rush.

“But not as jealous as I am of that flower business that closed down last week. Get ready babes, morning rush is coming!”

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It was finally the next week, and you were extremely excited to see Midoriya again. Even if it was only for a few minutes, just speaking to him light up your whole day and the rest of your week. 

You wished sadly you could get to see or hear from him every day, instead of every week, but you knew the boy was too nervous still to say anything about his feelings (if he did have them towards you). You were getting antsy with each passing visit to just ask him out yourself, but you were too afraid of scaring off the flustered boy. 

You weren't very keen on just letting him go though, so you decided you’d keep up this little arrangement you two had-For as long as it would take.

You opened the glass door of the cafe, a gust of cold air sweeping your lungs and the scent of coffee enveloping your nose. You took a deep breath in, willing your heart to calm down to the calming scent.

As you did every time you came, no one was inside-Midoriya really knew when the cafe was empty. You bypassed the long line, walking yourself over to the front counter.

Midoriya seemed to not have noticed your entrance, his back towards you as he hummed to the song playing softly throughout the shop. You smiled at his adorable sounds, appreciating the broadness of his back as his green tresses cascaded against his neck.

You cleared your throat slightly, smiling softly as Midoriya turned around. He jumped slightly at your sudden entrance, a soft yelp cascading out of his lips.

“Oh hey Miru!I didn’t even notice you came in!”

He chuckled as you winced slightly at the name, quickly recovering with a sheepish smile.

“Obviously” you giggled, resting your hands on the cool countertop, “ you looked like you saw a ghost!”

You gazed into his green orbs, the color sending a warm shiver along your back. They were so vibrant, so expansive, that it was like getting lost in a forest, yet you weren’t scared in the slightest. You welcomed that lost feeling, that sense of adventure to flood your systems and calm your fluttering heartbeat. 

 If you weren’t careful though, you’d get lost in those galaxies that were his eyes, forever adrift in those irises.

He smiled at you, the apples of his cheeks prominent with freckles as he gazed down at you.

“Well it’s felt so long since I last saw you!” He exclaimed, a warm hue in his cheeks.

You smiled mischievously, tilting your head at the boy. “I hardly think 5 days is a ‘long time’,”

“Well, for me it is,” Izuku stared blissfully at your face, his voice extremely soft and gentle.

Your head exploded with happy screams and alarms, feeling the heat rush to your face. He was looking at you with those doe-like eyes, like he was basking in peace with your presence next to him.God, why did he have to be so cute?

He seemed to not even notice how his comment sounded until he noticed your change in demeanor, your cheeks and ears tinged with an intense red. Once it dawned on him he had just-well-flirted with you, he became instantly flustered.

He chuckled uncontrollably, his voice going up an octave.

“I, Uh,well I mean it’s just felt like a while and I have seen you in quite a bit of time did you get a new hair cut maybe that’s what it is-“

You giggled , shaking your head. The poor boy was a stuttering mess, his tongue melding his words into one to the point you couldn’t distinguish a thing.

It always made you feel better about your flusteredness around Midoriya-no matter how nervous you felt, Midoriya always seemed to be ten times more nervous than you.

You reached across the counter, your hand tentative as your fingers laid against his.

You internally screamed in happiness-the skin feeling so comfortable and warm against your own. Your movement seemed to hush Midoriya long enough for him to stop stuttering, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

His cheeks were red with heat, his eyes wide as he stared at you.

“It’s fine, really,” you grinned, “5 days feels pretty long to me too.”

You let your hand rest on Midoriyas for a few more seconds, memorizing the soft texture of his skin in your own.

 It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating, and it took everything out of you to pull yourself away.

You were now outright flirting with him, even if he wasn’t intentionally flirting with you. He was fidgeting and blushing like a schoolgirl-he clearly knew you were flirting back.

 You bite your lip in fear, hoping you didn’t scare him off.

“So, Uh, you said you had a new drink?” You said awkwardly, not quite sure how to act normally after your comment, “were you able to finish it?”

Izuku perked up, a grin gracing his face as his cheeks were still on fire.

“Oh! Yeah I did actually!” He swallowed again, his hands wringing together. “Did-did you want to try it?”

“Of course!” You beamed at the boy, your heart skipping as your eyes focused on those adorable freckles. Your hand went to your wallet, already skimming for your debit card. “How much do I-“

He instantly waved his hands in front of him, stopping your search.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured your confused expression, a timid smile in his lips. “This ones on the house,”

“Oh-okay,” you thanked the boy, earning a small nod as he began to make your drink.

Whenever he made your order, he was usually so talkative, speaking about anything and everything from hero stats to college classes. Yet, for some reason the boy was extremely quiet as he crafted your drink.

It made you feel uneasy-did you scare him? You knew Izuku was pretty flustered to any type of flirting-hell, he would blush if you simply said “Good Morning.”

Maybe you make him uncomfortable? A pit grew in your stomach at the thought, not knowing quite what to do as you watched him do his work.

But he didn’t seem that on edge, right? He didn’t push your hand away, and his smiles were still genuine. Maybe he was just worried about making the drink right-

Right?

Izuku broke your train of thought as he was now standing right next to you, his chest mere inches from yours as he stared down at you with loving eyes. His hand held your drink, the coffee the color of thick honey. His fingers were fidgeting slightly, as if his nerves were taking over as he presented it to you with a sheepish grin.

You didn’t expect him to be so close, but you weren’t regretting it at all. Your heart felt tight against your chest, blood rushing to your ears as the only thing you could focus on was Midoriya’s presence so close to yours.

You cleared your throat, trying to act casual and hide your clearly obvious shock.

“For me?” You asked thickly, wincing internally at your question. 

Of course it was for you, you were the only person in this whole cafe getting coffee! 

Sometimes Midoriya could make your brain feel like mush-and you didn’t quite enjoy it.

He seemed to not notice how silly your question sounded, his head bobbing a “yes”.

“I-I hope you like it,” he smiled sweetly, handing you the drink. 

Your hands grazed yet again, your heart palpitating as you took a sip of the drink. It was cold against your dry tongue, coating it in its sugary goodness.

Your eyes were instantly went wide like saucers once the flavor enveloped your tongue-holy shit, this was good-like liquid gold.

“Oh my god, Midoriya,” you said between gulps of the amber liquid, “this is-amazing!”

He chuckled softly at your obvious praises, his hands scratching the back of his neck.

“I was hoping you’d say that….I-“ he swallowed, his face contorted in two, as if he was battling internally with something. 

You looked up, momentarily pausing your gulps as you watched the boy with concern. He took a deep breath, his face downcasted and worried as he began to speak, his voice quiet and vulnerable.

“I-I actually based it off of you, and the flavors you like. 

All these coffees are based off of heroes, people that are extremely special to my life and have been my obsession since I was a child and even now. It’s just so strange to me though, because for as long as I could remember heroes and their work were the only thing I could ever really think of. But-but there's been something that’s been taking up my thoughts, and their the only thing I can think about-I guess you could say I have a new obsession.”

You looked up at him with shocked eyes, your lips parted as you stared at him with a thumping heart.

His voice was so soft, so gentle-as if he was pouring out all his feelings in just a few breaths.

“And what's that?” You asked hesitantly, leaning into the boy as you waited for his answer. You felt your lungs taking in less air, your nerves kicking in as you searched his face.

You watched his eyes suddenly look into yours, making your heart stop and your breath hitch in your throat. You felt yourself get fully enveloped in those green orbs, the expanse of forest caught in those irises of his. 

A gulp could be heard from Izuku, his cheeks red like cherries.

“My new obsession is-is you,” he struggled with the words, his voice timid and scared.

“I love talking to you Miru, I really do-and I was wondering if maybe-we could get lunch someday?? Without coffee involved?” He chuckled a little as he tried to lighten the mood, his eyes downcasted as he avoided your gaze.

You felt like you scream-it HAPPENED??? He was finally, finally asking you out??? You felt like you could cry and laugh at the relief flooding your body, your hands itching to wrap around his neck and kiss him from giddiness.

You restrained yourself from doing that, but the huge grin enveloping your face was hard to contain.

“I’d love to Midoriya! I’m so happy you asked, Ive been wanting to go out with you for so long now-“ you giggled nervously at your confession, your hands wrapped around your drink as you cuddled it close to your chest.

Your cheeks were suddenly enveloped in red, a  realization dawning on you, 

He still didn’t know your name-well, not your real name.

“Uh-one problem though,”

Midoriya’s eyes grew wide with concern, his lashes fluttering as he blinked.

“Oh-okay…” He replied timidly, “what is it?”

You sighed, your teeth catching your bottom lip in nervousness. How could you tell him that he had been calling you the wrong name for close to 2 months now?! Embarrassment filled your stomach, your mind internally kicking you for not correcting him a long time ago.

You cleared your throat, trying to make your tone sound nonchalant.

“Well-Miru  isn’t my name. My real name is y/n”

“Wait-what?!?” Midoriya practically shrieked, his eyes wide with bewilderment. His voice went up an octave, something you noticed he did when he was completely shocked. A small chuckle escaped your lips, his face completely comical.

“Yeah, the day we met you heard my name wrong… but I was too embarrassed to say anything, so I kinda just let you keep saying it-.”

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry y/n I didn’t realize I was being so rude if I would have known I would have never called you that I cant believe i got your name so completely wrong-“

He was freaking out, you could tell-his whole face was red, his tongue slipping and flailing over his words as he tried to apologize profusely.

Your heart went out for the poor boy, guilt filling your stomach for not telling him sooner.

“It’s fine Izuku, really! It’s my fault I didn’t say anything! Let’s just exchange numbers and forget it all happened, Kay?”

Your hand lightly went out to touch his arm, your fingers laying lightly on his shirt sleeve as you smiled at him sweetly. That seemed to calm him down, the speed of apologies finally stopping against his lips.

“Oh-okay sure!” He returned your smile, his eyes bright and loving.

 “ Ya know, I like y/n better…”

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Bonus:

“You idiot!” Mina shrieked, her hand flailing a spoon at him like a weapon. “You got her name wrong! How do you even do that!”

Izuku stuttered, unable to figure out how to calm down the fiery girl in her angry rant.

“It-it was a mistake, it was loud and I heard it wrong-“

Mina huffed, her yellow eyes piercing as she flung the spoon around again, Midoriya dodging it as she continued to scold him.

“You are lucky- she is one of the nicest girls you will ever meet! If you did that to any girl they’d drop your ass like a dead fly!”

“Mina I-“

Mina then pointed the spoon right at his face, his eyes going cross eyed as he stared at the curve of the utensil with fear. His hands went up as against his body, his palms out in a sign of peace as Mina leaned herself aggressively towards him.

“Don’t you dare mess this up Izuku Midoriya! She is the best thing you will ever find!”

Taggings:

@weebartistinc​ @orokayagi​ @leeeah-loooser​ @bakarinnie​ 

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Carnival

Sebastian Stan x oc Ali

Warnings: ehm...none i think, some heated kisses and hints toward sexy times but that’s it.

A/n: still fairly new to the whole writing side of things,so bare with me. Wrote this on my phone so please forgive any mistakes.the picture inspired the story.

Let me know what you think!

Thank you @foodieforthoughts for ones again listening to my rambling and encouraging me to write it down!

“...but yeah, Costa Rica was good” the blonde finished the story of her latest adventure.

A slight breeze sweeping through the highlighted pixie. Still not used to the short length She let her fingers sweep through the locks.

“It suits you.” Sebastian pointed to her head. “I don’t know what happened to” gesturing to the entirety of her body,”but it suits you.”

She looked up in his baby blues, the lights of the carnival around them reflecting so beautifully in them. It was like all the colors, blue,red,white,green, they all strengthened the cerulean of his orbs.

Her cheeks heated up with his complement, his strong gaze making her look away.

Sebastian has been her friend for years. She would absolutely do anything to make him happy. A year ago though she realised her feeling for him might actually mean more to her than they did to him. Every touch,gaze,second spend with him made her heart race. She had tried to figure out whether he may have harboured the same feelings towards her, but when he had come home with a new girlfriend she knew she had to take a step back.

Dont get her wrong. She was happy for him. She would always be happy for him as long as he was. But seeing him with another woman, one as gorgeous as she was. Everything she was not.

The girl had been tall, long legs that went on for miles in all her designer dresses. Her chestnut mane always brushed to perfection.

Not Ali. She was usually wearing either workout clothes or something comfortable, like plain jeans and a good hoodie. Her boring hair usually placed on top of her head in a messy bun. If you could even call it that.

She worked out together with seb for years. They both went to Don for the best workout in town. That’s how they met. But following along with his workouts meant she was in pretty good shape. She had some cushion to her, her behind rounder than average. She was strong and she knew it. But god forbid, she would never give up her dessert.

But seeing him with her, it hurt. That’s when the decision was made to start working somewhere far away. At First it really was to get away from Sebastian and his ‘babe’, but after a month she found that it helped her relax in more ways than one. She rediscovered herself. Working in animal shelters all over the world, five countries, living in those countries. Had changed her outlook on life. Changed her.

For the better, she believed.

Now one year later, stood in the city that never sleeps once again. She had thought that after a year away from him she surely wouldn’t have this silly crush on him anymore...yet every action tonight seemed to prove her wrong.

Both Seb and Don, along with Don’s wife and kids, had waited for her at the airport, immediately bombarding her with questions about all the places she had seen. If she hadn’t known better, she would’ve thought she hadn’t heard of them in a year. Truth be told, she called them every week. Updating them on her working and living arrangements.

“Alisceon?”

She moved her gaze to the oh so handsome face of the man next to her.

Only then realising his hand was softly placed on her lower back. Breath hitching for just a fraction of a second.

“W...what?” Clearing her throat “sorry I didn’t hear you.”

“I realised you dosed of for a good couple of minutes. Been trying to get you attention.”he smiled. Damn that gorgeous grin.”what was it like? Away from home for so long.” His eyes looked sad somehow. “You didn’t even come back for one day”

“I...” she couldn’t explain. That would mean telling him about her feelings and he was just too good a friend to risk that.

“I just couldn’t, seb.”

Tears started to well up and curses were quietly uttered. First from her mouth but soon his as well.

Before she even knew it his hand was place on her cheek. Oh so softly. Absentmindedly leaning into the touch, she looked into his touch.

“I know, Ali. I’m so sorry.” His thumb wiping at the one year that stubbornly escaped.

His eyes darting all over her face. Her eyes, her lips. Eyes...lips. He leaned in, ever so slowly.

Somewhere in the back of her head she could hear her inner voice telling her to breathe. Her lungs slightly burning from the lack of oxygen they were getting. Her eyes looking, staring really, at his slightly parted lips.

Right before his lips landed on hers he looked into her eyes again. She knew he was silently asking her permission. She couldn’t utter a word though. And then he moved to close the space. She felt the curve of his lips on hers,just barely. And then two kids on the loose ran in between Seb and her.

Blinking eyes, switching between the kids and Sebastian who was just about to kiss her seconds ago.

He cleared his throat and looked away.

“Ali...” he started.

He thought it was a mistake. Of course he did. How could she even have thought he actually wanted to kiss her. He probably felt lonely...he had been single for a while and his busy schedule hadn’t allowed him to date a lot, she was sure.

She nodded her head ones and turned to walk the other side.

“Alisceon. Listen...I’ve...god why is it so hard?” He said.

Wrapping her arms around her own waist, she let her eyes roam everywhere but at him. That was until she heard him let out a small laugh.

“What?” She snapped.

She followed his eyes behind her and saw the small white cubicle.

“Let’s go in there.” Before she could even say anything he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the small photobooth.

“Remember we did one of these the first party we did together. That was the best party I’ve ever been to.” He smiled and she couldn’t help but smile along.

“Yeah i remember.”

He pushed her out in front of him into the booth and followed suit.

Having done this with him many,many times before, she knew exactly what to do. So without thinking she smiled and made silly faces along with the flashes. On the second to last flash she felt Sebastian’s breath on her ear,goosebumps gracing her flesh.

“Look at me” he whispered and as she did, time just stopped.

Somewhere in the background she heard the faint click of the last picture being taken,but that was the last thing on her mind. On the foreground though? The scent of forest and wilderness. It enveloped her from all around. She swore a second ago, the second she felt his lips on hers hard and urgent, her heart stopped. But now, now...it was beating so hard she was sure it was gonna jump out of her chest.

“Hey Are you guys done in there? There’s people waiting you know!” The pounding sound on the side of the giant box they were inside of made him jump back.

Simply looking at one another, not saying a word, he lead her out of the booth.

Ones outside she had no idea what to do. Had he not though kissing her was gonna be a mistake? But then he went and did it anyway.

She couldn’t help the hope from showing in her eyes as she looked up at him.

His eyes sparkling with happiness, not an ounce of regret to be seen.

“Seb?” Was all she was able to push out of her throat before he uttered a silent “darlin’” and his hands were on her.

One hand grabbing at the back of her head to keep her in place, his other softly squeezing her hip. His lips moving against hers in a desperate notion.

A hard open mouthed kiss. Making her heart leap out of her chest. Her hands awkwardly holding onto his hips.

But man if she thought that was the best he could offer. His hands moved to her jaw holding her there. His tongue ever so slightly stroked over her bottom lip. She was about to react and let him have all the control over this kiss, hell he already had it. But he pulled away.

Both his and her chest heaving with all the breaths that kiss stole from their lungs.

The way he looked at her, eyes pleading to understand for her to understand what he was feeling, made her smile.

Her hand in his as they walked back towards the car. She wanted to kiss him again, so bad but they would have to talk about this.

As they reached the car he opened the door for her to get in. “I missed you, you know” he whispered as she lowered herself to the seat,hand still in his.

Her eyes big with suprise searching his face.

“Seb,I...we...” his hand went to her jaw, thumb tracing small circles and it was enough to undo her. She moaned.

Shocked by the sound she made she turned red.

“Darlin’” he spoke so quietly she almost missed it. Almost.

“Yes”

God, i want you. Looking like that in that goddamn dress. Traveling really did you good, you know. I feel like I can finally see all of you. And...Darlin’ I want you”it left him in one breath. And only one breath later he was leaning down toward her face again but not closing the gap.

No could do. She grabbed onto his shirt and roughly pulled him towards her and close the gap herself.

“Then have me” was the last thing she said. And they kissed. And it felt so good. It felt right. Like they were meant to do this with one another. He was perfect for her and she had known that for years. And she couldn’t feel anything but happiness and excitement that he had finally caught up to the feeling.

She knew Sebastian better than anyone, and she knew that he didn’t just go around kissing people. This meant more. And she was grateful that from this moment forward. This god damn heated moment forward, they would have the chance to explore each other like never before. Be there for each other and love each other like only they could.

“Let’s take this home, seb.”

He smiled and closed the door before getting into the car himself and taking off into the, mostly unknown,but undoubtedly orgasmic future.

Randomly tagging some people sorry 😁

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[samikozume-todoroki]

Those bugs hc were amazing ( i was laughing so hard), what about some headcanons where the reader is now too small to reach something and the boys have to help her 👉👈

(Thank you so much! Glad it made you laugh🥺 as a smol bean; I am an inventor or spidermonkey no in between. And by boys I assume Shouto and Katsuki at the least, but I’m also doing Izuku and Kirishima!)

Characters: Shouto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Eijirou Kirishima

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Shouto Todoroki:

Mans walked into the pantry, fully intent on destroying the endeavor cereal that UA just stocked up

See you climbing on the shelves, hands losing their grip

Yoinks you so fast you don’t even realize he entered

(All I hear is the “STOOPID IM NOT GONNA LET YOU GET THE CHANCE” audio as I type this💀)

Actual photo of shouto yoinking you

Mans holds you by the collar of your shirt, staring at you with his beautiful eyes which are full of concern and worry

iTS NOT FAIR HES BOTH HOT AND A DECENT PERSON ITS NOT

“C-c-can you hel-help m-me?” Pouty and flustered the words are spit out

He puts you on the ground and goes behind you

!!! What r yO-

oh, okay

Mans picks you up by the armpits and you grab that yummy yummy Cinnamon Toast Crunch and the nasty bitch e*deavor cereal

He is so focused on how to destroy the cereal that when you lean up to give him a peck on the jaw, he stumbles

His heart just went DokiDoki!Precure

Scurrying out of the room like a rat (same😌💅✨) you don’t know that his left side flared up- destroying half the pantry

“Well at least the cereal got destroyed”

“YO! WHO DESTROYED THE MAC N CHEESE?! NOT COOL BRO”

“Half the pantry is burnt to a crisp and youRE comcerned about the Mac n cheese??”

“Ya??? Isn’t everyone??”

*everybody nods*

“Sigh”

Katsuki Bakugou:

Katsuki firmly believes in “fuck everyone, it’s every man for himself”

But there’s a secret clause hidden in page 101, paragraph 2, sentence 3, section FU-ck; 666

(I have no idea how shit like that works, so let’s roll with it🥰)

It states “it’s every man for himself unless the short stack can’t reach jack shit, then I could lend a hand if I want”

He enters the cleaning closet and sees you banging the broom on the bleach on the top shelf

“Thread the needle what the fuck broom fuck the handle sis it ain’t hard please-“ this close to tears and suddenly

Katsuki enters, grumbling about who knows what

“What? Did you see a speck of lint in the hallway that reminded you of Izuku?”

“No” (yes actually, damn nerds lint)

Now that a hot and more importantly tall boi was here

You banged on the bleach hoping it would annoy Katsuki enough to get it for you

✨backfired bitch✨

“You could just ask for help short stack”

😳😠🥺”pls help me”

He went to reach for the bleach, doing that “cage them in by getting super close” thing and

gETTING WAY TOO CLOSE LIKE SIR PLS BACK UP

I AM TRYING TO B R E A T H E

“I-I-I tha-thank y-you” 😳

“You’re welcome”

Said with such a cocky smirk, all embarassment is gone.

Pulling him down a bit by the collar of his shirt, and then

Kissing his cheek, you linger for a few seconds, releasing him skipping out the door

Mans blew up a shelf on accident

“Why is the shelf broken?”

“Bakugou”

“Ah, normal Tuesday then”

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku was going into the kitchen for a snack

When he stumbled upon a snacc😍

A snacc that was on their knees on the counter (no feet on the counter, nasty bitch 🤢) and tipping backwards

Full cowled over and caught you, bridal style

“Y/n be more careful! What if I didn’t catch you?! You could have cracked your head open, broken your neck, or-

“But that didn’t happen because you were here!”☺️

“gotten an concussion fall asleep and slip into a coma, got a stroke that we didn’t notice and di-“

Blushy boy becomes a tomato

Not only from your words

But your beautiful eyes that shine so warmly and a smile that always cheers him up and lips that he’s imagined kissing a couple of times-

And your voice which is so gentle and happy and holds no doubt. The way you said he was there like he would always be there and you’ll always count on him and trust him

He’s just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(TAKE MY KITHES IZUKU BABIE ILY)

He sets you gently on the counter

“Can you get something for me?”

Man full cowls and within a second all the items on the top shelves are taken down and out on the counter

“I-I just needed salt??”

“Oh”😳 full cowls everything back but the salt.

You offer him some food and ask him to eat with you and this blushy simp boy is in

✨heaven✨

God y’all ain’t even dating and make everyone feel so so so single

“Oh my god, somebody please make them kiss already”

“Izuku and y/n are in the kitchen?”

“The sexual tension and mutual pining is infuriating and disgusting”

“Retweet”

“Even bakugou agrees”💀

Eijirou Kirishima:

You regret throwing stuff on the top shelf of your closet

Why did you, oh right because “you’ll never need it, and you don’t use it”

Well you need it now

Fuck.

Normally you would be an

😌💅✨independant woman✨💅😌

And get a chair and do it yourself

But the only chair is the rolling chair,

and idk man it’s slightly cloudy and Mars is in retrograde so you don’t really think it’s a good day to snap your neck

So you go to the common area to steal a boy 🤩

Seeing Eijirou first, his freshly showered appearance (the hair!!!) blessed your eyes

😍

“Ei~ Ji~ Rou~”

“Slightly scared, but yes y/n?”

“I need a tall, muscly man to help me”

He never got up so fast in his life, eyes sparkling

Eijirou’s man ego and pride was stroked and he was t h r i v i n g

His grin was so big and eyes so happy and please please please praise him and stroke his ego more I beg

Going to your room

Eiji was in heaven, first time in your room and he loved it already everything screamed you and he loved you so he loved it

(Hi I love simp Eiji and ack, I’m actually crying I simp for him so so so hard i🥺😭)

After grabbing your stuff,

You flashed him the prettiest smile

Your eyes reflected back his and it was the most beautiful piece of artwork he had ever seen

And softly, “thank you”

GAJSGHAHS Y/N TAKE ALL MY LOVE AND MY HEART I DONT NEED IT ANYWAYS

(Give him kithes rn 😠 I swear)

you invited him to stay and chat

All throughout it you were like

“Sir??? You do not get to be so handsome and pretty and funny and nice and a super good person”

Omg you actually teared up a little bit when Eiji was smiling and laughing boisterously

It was so cute and you were so in love and🥺🥺🥺

You guys were first on the floor, then the bed and desk chair, then across from each other on the bed, then next to each other on the bed and

wow now you both are sleeping and cuddling.

Kiri is wrapped around you and if he woke up in the middle of the night and snuggled your small form closer it’s not anyone’s business but his

“I hate them”

“Kirishima and y/n?”

“Who else?”

“Good lord you would think they are newlyweds”

“Always rubbing it in our faces that they are soulmates”

A/n: Shouto is emotionally constipated 😠 he doesn’t know he’s crushing😠 all he knows is that he feels things😠 that are nice and warm and make his fire activate😠 this is the second version, the first got deleted because of my own stupidity. I think After fiddling with this version for around an hour, I like it more than V1. 🥺 if anyone wants anymore boys from BNHA, or some HQ boy versions send a request! I’d be happy to do it!

I am in the process of planning out a Kid Krow songfic collection for BNHA and Haikyuu (separately) and I want to hear suggestions for which character for which song! Drop an ask or find the post I talk about it (under Sami speaks) and comment!

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[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 43

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34|| CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41 || CHAPTER 42

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his -4.5k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

READ AM CONVERSATIONS AGAIN ON WATTPAD HERE

- notes: wow, it took a while didnt it? i have a hard time writing this story for a few specific reasons and thats why it takes me longer. i also need to plan the ending of this and its not easy because im scared to forget something. but i hope you enjoy this chapter! thanks so much for still reading this story!!!

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requests! : its late and i hope i dont forget any! i didnt add everything from the 2nd request in my chapter tho. i also promise more requests in the next chapter! its all planned so thank you!

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Chapter 43 : His chapter

NIALL

June 25th, 2018

"Okay, move slightly on the right." I heard her, doing what she told me cautiously. "Now watch out, there's a step."

"Big or small?"

"Uhm, medium" she replied after thinking about it.

"Gee Liv, thanks!" I replied sarcastically before I carefully tried to put my foot on the step.

She guided me with difficulty until the car and I packed her last few boxes in the trunk. We sat in the car and I started it, feeling her gaze on me but I tried to ignore it until I felt her hand on my thigh. I suddenly relaxed and my eyes met hers for half a second before going back on the road.

"You should have let me help you." she pointed out with a soft voice. "I can carry more than one box, you know."

The left corner of my lips raised gently and I glanced at her again before stopping at a red light and turning my head completely her way. Her eyebrows raised and I sent her a small smile, shaking my head.

"I want you to let me take care of you." I admitted, bending closer to press my lips gently against hers in a quick kiss. "Besides, an old lady like you shouldn't carry heavy things."

With a chuckle, she slapped my arm gently as I started laughing and started driving again. It was already mid june and we had been working on her moving in with me for about a week. Most things were actually bought by Louis so all the furniture stayed there but it took us a while to pack all her stuff and bring the boxes to my house. I mean, our house.

"I'm only two years older than you!" she argued, making me laugh even more. "Do I have to call you 'kiddo'?"

"Please, I'm a man." I let out with a frown, half-joking. "You know it, you've seen me naked."

"Oh how my life has changed since then." she replied wih a chuckle, making me smile too.

We brought her stuff to our room and started unpacking together after I put music on. It invaded the house so loudly that the neighbours probably heard since we had opened the windows. It was a warm saturday afternoon and I still had a little bit more than a week off. I knew we were going to miss each other since I was about to leave for three months (even if i was going to be back here at some point in august for a few concerts) but we didn't talk about it much, as if it would make things worst.

I kept glancing at her from time to time as I was putting her stuff in my closet and my lips curled when I noticed she was dancing while putting her clothes in her dresser. It was nothing new. She had always been like that but somehow, at this exact moment, it made me realize how perfect this moment was. Loud music, finally sharing a house with the woman I loved, watching my girlfriend dance and sing happily close to me with a promise ring hidden in my underwear drawer. That whole scenario happening right in front of me felt like the accomplishment of something very very important and even if I couldn't define exactly what, I tried to remember this in my brain like the movie of a memory I wanted to watch over and over again until i'd be on my death bed. The smallest details seemed important and when she moved a lock of hair that had stuck on her lips behind her ear, I held my breath. Could I write a song about this?

She turned around and our eyes met and suddenly, her lips curled into a fond smile. I loved when she looked at me like that. I was used to it, because she's looked at me like that for as long as I could remember, but it's only now, the second time we're dating, that I realized what it meant and how important it was.

"Are you gonna help me or are you just going to stare at me while I do all the work?"

I chuckled and rolled my eyes before shaking my head and grabbing an other box. It was heavy and when I opened it, I saw a bunch of books, the first one on the top being the one she was reading at the moment. I knew because sometimes we'd just sit together in the living room in silence. She'd read and sometimes i would too, or id end up writing, or playing guitar. Just being in the same room was enough sometimes and I liked it. I grabbed the book and turned it around to read the summary but something else caught my attention and I frowned. Something was sticking out of the book and I pulled on it slightly only to see my face and hers on a few pictures. It came from the photobooth and if my memory served me right, it was from the first time we dated. I pulled on it more to see all the pictures and finally just opened the book so she wouldn't lose her page and let my eyes roam on the older pictures of us. I remembered how I felt, but I was well aware it was not comparable to the feelings I had now.

"Can't believe you kept this."

My eyes didn't move from the pictures but I felt her stop moving and finally get closer to me. I sat on my bed and I felt her sit next to me in silence until I finally looked up in her eyes.

"You have no idea of all the things I kept." she admitted and I could swear her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink. "I kept a lot of souvenirs of you, Niall."

My smile curled a bit and she chuckled. "Really?"

"Oh don't look at me like that, it's not like I built a shrine for you or anything." she just rolled her eyes. "But your friendship and your love... yea, it's important for me."

I ran my thumb gently on the pictures for a few more minutes and finally put them back in the book before closing it. I stared at it until Liv grabbed my hand and I squeezed her fingers, looking up at her and sending her a smile.

"You know we need to christen the rooms." This time, she let out a loud laughter and it made my lips curl. "It's true!"

"It only applies to new places, Niall!" she laughed more. "We've already had sex pretty much in all the rooms of this house, and that says a lot!"

"Are you sure?" I asked, raising my eyebrows before she nodded. "All the bathrooms? Bedrooms?" She nodded again and I raised my nose up with a low groan, making her laugh again. "There must be somewhere we didn't fuck!"

"On the dryer."

"What?" I frowned.

"We never fucked on your dryer." she repeated with an amused smile, her head tilted. "We fucked in the showers, kitchen's table, kitchen's counter, on the couch, on the floor of the living room, in all the beds, on all the bedroom floors, in the music room and against that piano.. One time you even grabbed me when I got out of the shower to fuck me against the wall in the hall."

The left corner of my lips curled as the memory came back to my head and I raised my eyebrows. "Oh yea, I remember."

"But I don't remember fucking on the dryer."

My eyes roamed on her and I licked my lips. "We can do that now."

"Join me in 5 minutes?"

I raised my eyebrows in surprise when she suddenly got up and left. My fingers gripped the book in my hands tighter and I finally put it on the bed before turning my eyes to the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was the longest 5 minutes of my life and if I wanted to be honest, I only waited 3 and a half anyway.

I heard the dryer's noise and frowned a bit when I realized she had started it and when I got there, she was sitting on it and I noticed the matching black and silk panties and bra she was wearing. Her legs were hanging down the dryer and she was holding herself with her hands slightly behind her body, her dark hair falling near her back, and I stopped as soon as our eyes met.

"When did you put this on?"

"I wore them all day." she admitted with a smirk before chuckling when my face changed. "I mean, I wanted to show you but we were sort of busy."

I took a few steps closer slowly and put my palms on her thighs, sliding my hands up very slowly on her soft skin.

"Spread your legs, petal." I whispered as she bit her bottom lip but did as I asked.

"I wasn't sure if it actually looked good on me." she admitted low and I shook my head quickly.

"Oh shut up, darling, this makes me so fucking hard." To prove my point, I turned my hips a bit and pressed my hard cock through my pants against her naked thigh. "See?"

I ran my hands up to her breasts, touching them before slipping one of my hands under it to run the tip of two of my fingers on her nipple. "I'm so torn right now. I want to rip it off of you, but watching them on you is so fucking hot."

"Just move my panties aside and fuck me."

Her eyes seemed to sparkle but her expression was needy and I just licked my lips, bringing my hands down to my jeans and unzipping them as I kept staring at her.

"Such a needy little slut." I let out in a low tone. "Tell me how bad you want my cock. Beg me."

Her eyes never leaving mine, she brought her feet on the dryer, exposing her panties even more to me and slowly, I took my cock out and started stroking it. I could feel the dryer getting warmer and the way she seemed to shake over it made me want her even more.

"Fuck, Niall, I want you so bad. I need you deep inside me." she whimpered and licked her lips. "Please, Niall, I need your cock, please i'm begging you, fuck me."

I jerked off harder, making sure the tip of my dick rubbed against her pussy over her panties, and she whimpered and bit her bottom lip harder.

"Move your panties, pet. Show me your pretty little cunt."

She did as I asked and my eyes dropped between her legs as I moved even closer, close enough for the tip of my cock to push inside her. I groaned low and she let out a short whimper as I felt her throb around me.

"Deeper." she breathed out. "Fill me."

Quickly, I pushed myself inside her until I was balls deep and she let out a moan, her head falling back slightly and her eyes fluttering.

"Like this petal? How does my cock feel?"

She squirmed slightly and with difficulty but I watched her shake glancing a few times down to watch her grind despite herself on my dick. The feeling was amazing and I groaned louder when I felt her clench around me.

"So good, so fucking good." she whimpered again.

"You're so fucking wet and horny I just want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock until you cum all over it, baby girl." I let out without thinking. "How about you do that?"

I moved as close as I could and she ground on me for a few minutes. I loved the way she moved, all her facial expressions and the way her moans sounded but after a while, I couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her waist, my fingers sinking in her skin as I pulled her against me in motion with my thrusts.

"Fuck, i'm gonna cum." I just said still going hard.

I didn't know if it was because of my words or if she had been holding it for a while but she started shaking even harder against me as she came, my name escaping her lips in incredible moans and bringing me to my own orgasm. I shut my eyes tight, pushing myself so hard against her to make sure I went as deep as I could, and when I got down from my high, I leaned my forehead against hers, eyes still closed, as we both panted with parted lips.

"This is so much better." I whispered, moving a bit to reach her lips with mine.

"Better than what?" she asked in a breath as I kissed her gently again.

"Better than anything. Better than anyone." I confessed. "Better than sex without feelings."

It took her about a minute to talk but her words made me open my eyes suddenly.

"Are you in love with me, Niall?"

I pulled away to look in her eyes and frowned for a few seconds before shaking my head. I knew she was probably asking me simply because she wanted to hear it but I couldn't help but fear that she doubted it.

"Yes. I am in love with you, Olivia." I affirmed. "It will never change. I'll always be in love with you, for as long as I live, and maybe even after."

                                                        ---

June 29th, 2018

I was a bit sad she had insisted on inviting Louis and Eleanor on her birthday but I went along with it because it was her day and I loved her. She also had asked for nothing big, just a movie and games night with our friends, and somehow, I was down with that. Normally, I'd want to celebrate in a bar with many more friends but we were about to be separated for a while and I was not in the mood to celebrate that. I was just grateful I could spend her birth day with her.

"Okay, Liv, you sit next to me. Your boyfriend can sit next to El." I heard Louis say as I walked back in the living room with two bowls of popcorn.

"Excuse me? I pretty much intend on watching this movie cuddling my girlfriend, thank you very much!" I argued with a frown as I stood in the middle of the living room.

"If we do that we'll just spend an hour and a half making out!" Louis explained with round eyes. "At least you two will! You're both horny animals!"

"It's not like we were gonna fuck in front of you." I pointed out, rolling my eyes before sitting next to Eleanor who just laughed.

"Don't be a jealous boyfriend, Niall. Liv was my roommate before being your girlfriend again and I'm very sad that I can't wake her up by literally jumping in her bed at 6 in the morning anymore!" he joked with a chuckle before turning to my girlfriend. "Bet you miss it too!"

"6 in the morning?" I repeated with a frown again. "You never wake up so early."

"He did when he had meetings for his album." Olivia pointed out. "As you already know, 'pain in the ass' is in his DNA."

I laughed and she did too but the way she looked at me made me smile. Louis placed his arm on the back of the couch, near her shoulders, and I groaned low at sight. It's not that I wanted to read too much into this, but it was bothering me a lot and it was tough to hide. I was not the type to be jealous and I knew Olivia loved me, but every time I saw them near each other, I couldn't help but remember that they fucked multiple times and that nothing could ever erase that.

What took me out of my thoughts was something hitting my nose and the sweet laughter of my girlfriend. I shook my head slightly and sent her a smile as she sent me more popcorn and I grabbed some from my own bowl before throwing it at her, too. She laughed louder and we kept on throwing popcorn at each other until Louis groaned and stopped the movie. It was crazy how easily Louis could make himself home. He was using my remote for my tv, was sitting on my favorite spot on the couch, cuddling with my girlfriend.

"Fine! Fine I get it!" Louis gave in, raising his hand up in defeat. "You guys can't stay too far away from each other for too long. It's sad but it is what it is!"

He practically jumped off the couch and walked up to me. After a quick head movement, I sent him a smile and got up to. I let myself fall next to Liv and immediately, she cuddled my side like a magnet, making me smile more. I had no idea why I was insecure when it came to Louis, but she proved over and over again that I had no reason to be. I wrapped my arm around her to pull her closer and we finished the movie before grabbing a few beers and talking. It was almost 3 in the morning when Louis and El left and I watched as Liv got up, yawned and stretched.

"I'm so tired, let's go to bed, yea?"

"We really should clean first." I pointed out, grabbing a few bottles.

I was about to bring them to the kitchen but she stopped me with a grimace and a groan. "Niall, we need to sleep. Come onnnn, we can do that tomorrow."

I stared at her and sighed, not really sure I liked the idea but I finally nodded and followed her to the room as she held my hand and pulled me with her. We fell asleep quickly but she did before me and for some reason, I enjoyed watching her snore lightly, her lips parted, as I held her close to me. These days, we fell asleep holding each other face to face and it was very different from our usual spooning. Still, I liked it but when I woke up, she was on the other side of the bed, her legs were over mine, and I smiled at how much she had moved.

I got up, put sweatpants on and made coffee before drinking a cup as I looked at the mess in the living room and the kitchen. She joined me about half an hour later, entering the kitchen as she yawned. It made me chuckle but I liked the mess of her hair and her lazy smile. I wanted that every single morning of my life.

"Slept well?"

"Yes but not enough." she just shrugged with an other yawn.

I poured her coffee in her favorite mug and we both drank in silence, leaned against the counter. After I was done, I put my cup in the sink and without turning back to look at her, I sighed.

"We need to clean now."

"Mm, I just woke up. We can do that later in the afternoon." she just shrugged.

"Liv, we need to clean now. That's what happens when we postpone these kind of things. It'll never be fun but doing it now means we can do something else after."

She stared at me a few seconds and sighed, letting her head fall back on her shoulders. I didn't want to argue with her, and I knew how messy she was, but she also knew I was the opposite and that leaving everything as is the night before had been annoying to me.

"Well I don't want to do it now."

I didn't expect that answer and took a step back as my eyebrows raised.

"Why are you being like that?"

"Why are you being like that?" she repeated. "This can wait! I can't believe we're arguing over that!"

"Olivia, please! We left this mess last night and we need to clean!"

"You knew how i was before I started living here, it's nothing new!" she let out a bit roughly.

"And you know how I was too!" I argued before she brought her hands to her face and sighed. "You need to make efforts, okay? I am!"

My voice was a bit too loud and I knew it but I was getting pissed. I couldn't believe we were arguing over something like that. After all we had been through, I didn't want to accept that something so silly could be what would end us.

"I just... I need a shower."

I left without waiting for her answer and stayed a bit too long under the hot stream but when I got out of the bathroom with clean clothes, my lips curled at the sight. She had cleaned a good part of the living room and was now working on filling the dishwasher. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, leaning my chin on her shoulder.

"Thank you." I whispered, leaving a few kisses on her neck and she finally turned in my arms to look in my eyes.

"I'm sorry."she sighed and licked her lips. "I'll make efforts, I promise."

We finished cleaning and ended up sitting at the table with an other cup of coffee and eggs. The problem was, I couldn't stop thinking that I was leaving in a few days and it bothered me. I wanted us to discuss it but at the same time, I was not sure she wanted to talk about it. I knew that she thought mentioning things out loud made them more real or concrete but ignoring them and pretending the problems weren't there wouldn't make them disappear.

"It's gonna be tough, you know. We'll be away from each other for quite a while."

It took her a few seconds to answer as she seemed focused on her coffee but after a while, she breathed in and sighed.

"I know it won't be easy, Niall, but I also know that it will never be as hard as it was without you for a whole year. So yea, I think we can get through this and come out stronger." she said in a calm way before looking up in my eyes. "I hate being away from you but that won't change my love for you, not even just a little."

I reached for her hand on the table and squeezed her fingers before sending her a small smile. "It won't change mine either. And you're right, that year without you was the worse I've ever been through."

"It's... different." she told cautiously, looking up at me and noticing my questioning look. "You spent that year without me because you decided it, it was your choice. You did it for a reason and you wanted to be alone to live things you clearly thought you couldn't live with me. But me... I suffered through it. You broke up with me, broke my heart... I lost my best friend and the love of my life at the same time, you know? We didn't live that year the same way."

I felt my heart thump hard in my chest and I just nodded very slightly, as we stared at each other.

"You know, Niall... you left me with nothing." she said and I could swear I heard her voice crack. "I tried to find someone else, to find what I was missing from someone else, but I never really found it because what I was missing was you." Once again, she breathed in and sighed. "I know it's not easy but maybe you should try to put yourself in my shoes and... try to understand how I feel, you know? How I felt all those months."

I remembered that she told me it was tough for her but I never really understood how hard it had been until I found out she had literally tried to kill herself. Still, I felt like I couldn't really know the feeling and never would be able to. I remained silent as her words kept running in my head and finally held my breath. I couldn't believe I was thinking about writing a song in such a deep moment but I was and I just shook my head.

"You're right, Liv." I admitted, reaching for her other hand and squeezing both of them tight. "I'll try to understand how you felt in that year we were apart, after I broke you. It's hard to imagine but, I know I've hurt you more than I ever hurt anyone else, and I'll listen to everything you have to say about it."

She sent me a fond smile and nodded. "I can't really put it in the past." she added low. "Not because I don't want to, but because I feel like it's part of our story. I thought I knew who you were, I thought you'd never leave. I mean, we've known each other for decades... I thought you would never break my heart. But it was hard to accept, you know? That I didn't know you as well as I thought I did. I felt like... you ripped my heart out. Like you stole something from me that I could never get back without really knowing what it was. And I wanted it back. The worst was.. I still wanted to be with you. If you had came back I would have said yes in a heartbeat. I was always thinking of you, no matter who I was with, and yes, it includes Louis."

I stared at her, blinking a few times but still remained silent. I didn't want to let go of her hands and I also didn't want to talk. I thought it was just time to listen.

"I just... I went in bars and clubs to change my mind, I tried to date other people, I tried to drink my pain away... I just wanted to get over you and nothing worked, because I had nothing left." She paused again and shrugged. "I learned that making you the center of my life was not a good idea but it was something I was used to, I did it since I was a kid. Now I don't want to do things for you, Niall. I want to do things for us, and I want you to do the same. It's a team work. I mean, it's us against the world, right? That's what we said?"

I sent her a bigger smile and nodded. "It is. You and me."

[bang-me-bangtan-style]

07 YOU’RE MINE P.3 JJK

Masterlist || 01 || 02 || 03 || 04 - finale

paring: JUNGKOOK x READER

genre: smut , short series, noona kink, noona stuff

word count: 

summary: being Yoongi’s younger sister means you've been around a lot. it didn't take long for the boys to fall for your charms. however the youngest member has taking a liking to you. except you dont date younger boys. or so you thought?

notes: this contains smut and use of bad language. you've been warned.

that night you cried yourself  to sleep. Staring at jungkook's name in your phone. You didn't know why but you did. you began to apologize to him.

but couldn't you couldn't finish or  hit send.

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The next day the boys seemed more alive they gained there bangtan style back all except for Yoongi and Jungkook. Jungkook hasn't really spoken since that day when it all started and Yoongi hasn't yelled at you since the last concert that went into flames. that show pissed off he was.

You sat there in front of Jungkook- looking down at your food never really looking at him but looking past him, above him, around him. You just didn't have it in you. And you definitely dogged the end of the table were Yoongi always sat. Plus he was in the same shit mood as you too. and it could only exploded if you both acknowledged each other.

You could feel Jungkook staring into you but you acted like you didn't notice you didn't once dare look up and when breakfast was over you were the first one to disappear into your hotel room wanting to get some air since you felt so suffocated around Yoongi and him.

You needed sex. You had to get it from somewhere. Anywhere. Anyone. It would relieve the stress you were feeling. You decided you were going to go to the club to drown in alcohol and forget about Jiyong and calm your guilt about the Jungkook situation.  

later that night.

It was 12:00 am in the morning but the night was just beginning for you. The boys had a concert that the next day and went to bed early. You however were already tipsy and wanted to cruise the streets of California some more.

You took a cab downtown in a skimpy outfit and found your way to the clubs. You didn't tell anyone and you didn't want them to know you were going to be alright and you needed this.

The lights were dancing around in different colors shining on the walls and floor of the club, and you sat at the bar trying to figure out what you wanted to drink next. The bartender was a guy and he had a nice smile. He was attractive and you wanted to play with him a little but you didn't. You needed someone who was going to have their full attention on you. He was too busy to give you what you needed.

After you ordered it, you sipped on it a little. Bouncing to the beat of the music. You looked at your phone to make sure no one was bothering you about where you were. They didn't thank god. Jungkook name popped up on the screen as you put down your phone. To turn it off and you quickly picked it back up turning it back on his text message on the lock screen

Where are you?

You just stared at it, not knowing what to do. you were in panic. so you didn't text him back but he knew you read it.

I looked in your hotel room your not there, I asked the staff for the key. So where are you it's dangerous to go somewhere this time at night in a foreign country.

You read it again and before you could think to respond someone sat next to you bringing you back to reality.

"Hey,"

You turned your head to this stranger and found him very attractive. He was Korean because he talked to you in Korean.

"Hey," you said back with a smile already tipsy.

The guy lured  you in and you know this was it. This guy was going to give you what you wanted, and you didn't even have to look -it just happened, he came to you.

"what are you doing here alone?" he said.

"What a girl can't be alone?" You scoffed.

He looked down smiling and looked back up at you his eyes twinkling at you. This man was very interested with you, you could tell by the way he was looking at you. The way his eyes sparkled every time he took you in.

"I don't mean it like that," he said laughing a little.

"Oh then what did you mean?" You said putting him a little under pressure.

"What I meant was why is a girl like you alone at a bar like this, you too pretty to be alone, do you have a boyfriend?" He asked.

"It's complicated," why couldn't you just say no ' I got cheated on.'  But then that would kill your exterior you had and result in you having to admit your flaws you called emotions. It would bring the confidence you didn't want to admit that was down- was down.

This club thing you was doing not only because you wanted to have sex but you wanted to have sex so you could feel like you were still wanted and that you didn't need jiyong. You wouldn't exactly admit it but this was what this was really all about. You wanted to make sure that you still was beautiful.

"Complicated huh, I know that all too well," he said taking a sip of the hard liquor the bartender just handed him.

You looked at his side profile waiting for him to speak. When he didn't you pushed the conversation further.

"What's with yours."

He swirled the liquor and faced you again. " well for starters I've been with this girl for about 3 years and it's going down hill, anything I do or say can be held against me but if she does anything it's alright."

"Sounds Terrible," you say.

"Yeah, what about you,"

" what about me?" You say trying to avoid talking about your cheating ex boyfriend.

"I'm dealing with it."

"With what though?"

"You know I don't even know your name so how should I tell you about my life,"

"Well it's perfect when someone doesn't know anything about you how can they judge what they don't know I mean they can but they can't do it correctly with out knowing the facts. I say talking to a stranger I way better than talking to a person who could judge you."

You looked at him and considered it.

"So what is wrong?"

You hesitated for a moment but then decided that it was okay to tell him exactly what was going on.

"I got cheated on,"

"Ahhhhhh"

"So that's why you look sad and inviting?"

"so you're attracted me because I'm sad and miserable?"you laughed taking a drink.

You liked the fact that he wasn't lying and that he wanted someone to talk to and you hoped that it would lead to other things. You didn't care about this man so whether he cheated with you on his girlfriend didn't concern you. Just needed a night out and too have some fun to kind of lift what was pounds and pounds of Misery off your shoulders.

"not entirely,"he smiled taking another drink.

"Well I'm glad my arms are open," you said shyly.

You phone buzzed again and jungkook's face popped up and the stranger looked at you is that him, the cheater.he said gesturing towards your phone.

You picked up your phone.

Tell me where you are so I can come to you.

You shook your head, "no that's the other part of my misery, I hurt him a few days ago and my family had been giving me shit for being a bitch but I can't help it when I'm sad depressed and lonely that I got cheated on. I don't know how to express my emotions so I come off like a hard ass most times."

"Sounds like a drama," he said shaking his head.

"It is drama," you said putting down your phone to resume the conversation fully not texting jeon back.

"It's okay I like drama."

Was he flirting now? Yas.

"Well then if you like drama I'm the one." You said.

"I wanna ask you for your name but I don't want to ruin what we have so far I like where this is going."he said Turing his whole body to face you.

"I feel the same way,"you said happy that you were about to get what you wanted.

"Good,  should we get out of here and talk some more?" he said dropping the big bomb in front of you.

Now he was speaking your language. he was going to give you what you wanted since you got here you were afraid he really just wanted someone to talk to but you were happy that he wasn't here to talk about life- he was here to bring another life with him and fuck it to death.  And that you liked the sound of that.

You wanted a cock in every hole please with a side of pleasure.

PART || 04 - finale

[shikamarubase]

ShikaTema Week 2019: Day 1 → Chunin Exams

[Summary: Shikadai questions his parents first meeting]

Shikadai could feel the heat of the sun through the thin fabric of his clothes. Drops of sweat slid down the side of his head to his neck. He barely heard Shikamaru’s clear voice over his shallow pants, as he retracted the shadow which was chasing his dad. His brain screamed for his body to move, but its response was the forward slump of knees and palms towards the ground.

“Oyaji, haven’t we trained enough for the morning?” He complained to Shikamaru, who shook his head at his son’s lack of enthusiasm. Looking at him was like seeing a mirror image of his younger self.

“How do you plan on beating Boruto if a little training has you to the point of exhaustion?” He pointed out.

Shikadai had asked Shikamaru to train him on one of his rare day offs. Although he was planning on doing that even if Shikadai had never asked, it surprised and pleased him to see his son taking the initiative. 

“I know. But we haven’t had a break in hours. Training without breaks is detrimental, don’t you always say that?” Shikadai reminded his dad. Shikamaru grinned. He had wondered how long it would take for Shikadai to use that argument against him.

He pretended to sigh in defeat, but the gleam that appeared in Shikadai’s eyes didn’t escape his notice. “Fine. It’s almost time for lunch anyway.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Shikadai fell into a sprawl on the porch and heaved a sigh of relief. Shikamaru took a seat next to him and reached for the shogi board which was conveniently nearby. He started setting up the game, knowing Shikadai would eventually join him. When he set down the last piece, Shikadai was already sitting up and scrutinizing the board in front of him. Before long, the two were fluidly moving the pieces along the board.

“The Chūnin Exam is coming soon,” Shikamaru commented as he waited for Shikadai to finish his turn. “Are you nervous?”

Shikadai moved a pawn before answering. “Not really. It’s not a big deal if I make it to Chūnin or not.”

Shikamaru hid his grin. His son’s words sounded like something he’d say when he was his age. “I see.”

“What was your Chūnin Exam like, Oyaji?” Shikamaru looked up from the board to find his son staring at him.

“Why do you ask?” He tried to sound casual, but the truth was he did not especially want to relive the disaster that was his Chūnin Exam, especially that one particular match with a certain troublesome woman.

Shikadai shrugged. “You and mom don’t talk about it much. I heard it was where you two first met. You never told me you took the exam together.”

“It never came up.”

Refusing to drop the subject despite his dad’s less than enthusiastic responses, Shikadai leaned forward curiously. “Who did you fight that made you Chūnin?”

Sighing, Shikamaru said, “Temari.”

“What?” His teal eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re saying you beat mom?!”

“Uh,” Shikamaru scratched the back of his neck as he tried to think of a way to explain how he threw the match, but still somehow made Chūnin. “Not really.”

“He didn’t beat me.” He almost jumped at the sudden intervention. “This crybaby gave up.”

Temari materialized from within the kitchen. She held a pitcher of ice cold water in one hand and three glasses in the other, and strutted towards the pair with a knowing smirk.

“Gave up?” Shikadai echoed. His confusion became more apparent as he looked back and forth between his parents. “What do you mean, mom?”

Temari only grinned in silence as she kneeled between the two boys and filled their glasses with water.

“All things considered, I could’ve won if I wanted to.” Shikamaru regretted opening his big mouth the second the words tumbled out. The glare he received washed over him like the violent whirlwinds she hurled out during their Chunin Exam.

Temari’s eyes narrowed before she took a deep and calming breath. “Honey, did you hit your head somewhere? I’m pretty sure I won our match.” The smile she flashed him unnerved Shikamaru to the point where he started getting cold sweat. He remained glued to his seat and stuck underneath his son’s curious glances and Temari’s condescending leer.

He laughed nervously and scratched his head, looking anywhere else but her. “You’re right. What was I thinking, of course you won. Broke a few of my bones along the way too.”

“Oh, come on! I want the truth!” Shikadai placed a hand over his cheek and stared at Shikamaru expectantly.

“Shikadai,” Temari’s lilting voice cut through their conversation. “Help me set up the table.”

“Ehh?” Shikadai eyed Shikamaru pleadingly and silently asked him for help. Shikamaru shrugged as if his son had no choice but to do as she says. If it was so easy to convince Temari to change her mind, she wouldn’t be half as troublesome. He grinned as a grumpy expression, one that mirrored his wife’s, took over Shikadai’s face.

“Go ahead. I’ll clean up here,” He gestured to the shogi board. Shikadai reluctantly stood up to drag himself over to the dining room. Shikamaru chuckled lowly as he watched his son go.

His laugh immediately ceased when Temari’s piercing teal eyes turned to him. He almost forgot about his impending doom. “I was joking, Temari.” Shikamaru tried to reason. “You’re always telling me to grow a sense of humor and that’s what I did.”

“A sad attempt that was,” Temari said flatly.

Shikamaru bowed his head. “I apologize, my dear wife. I hope you forgive this troublesome husband of yours.”

He peered up to observe her reaction and, to his relief, Temari dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“If I knew you were gonna act like this, I would scare you more often.”

“No can do, woman. That was a one-time deal.”

Still chuckling softly to herself, Temari slid into the spot Shikadai vacated and faced her husband from across the board.

Shikamaru raised an eyebrow when she started observing the positions of the shogi pieces and moved her knight forward.

“Playing in Shikadai’s place? That’s unusual. You two usually tag team against me.” He moved another piece for his turn.

Temari wiggled a playful finger at him. “Be careful. This time I’m going to beat you fair and square.”

His lips quirked up at the challenge. “Try me.”

The next few minutes elapsed in comfortable silence. The only sound came from the sharp taps of wood on wood as the couple tried to outwit the other.

During one of her turns, Temari suddenly spoke up. “You know, sometimes I wonder about us.”

She looked up to find him already staring right back at her. “You were just a little kid back then; shorter, wearing a stupidly relaxed face as if you didn’t have a care in the world. It pissed me off so much I wanted to crush you beneath my feet.”

She grinned at him bashfully. “It’s stupid to think about now, but who’d have thought we’d become like this?”

“It’s a complete mystery for me as well.”

Temari arched an eyebrow. “Oh really? No sassy remark about how you saw this happening 200 steps ahead of everyone else?”

Shikamaru chuckled softly. “I’m a tactician, not a God. There’s no way I could’ve predicted how my life would turn out or who I’ll spend it with. Someone wise once said, we find people we’re meant to be with in places we least expect.” Shikamaru stretched his arm across the board and interlocked her fingers in his. “I think we met at the right time and place, that’s all.”

“What’s gotten into you today? You almost sound like a romantic,” she teased, but the sparkle in her eyes could not be mistaken for anything other than clear affection for the man in front of her.

He shrugged. “I have my moments. Don’t lie and say you don’t appreciate how suave I can be if I try.”

Temari shook her head, laughing. “Whatever you say, Casanova. And by the way, checkmate.”

Shikamaru blanched when he saw his King was indeed trapped. Temari smirked in triumph as she watched him desperately try to find a way to escape. In the end, he could only smile in resignation.

“You’re a real troublesome woman, you know that?”

With their hands still interlocked, Temari leaned over to give him a peck on the lips. “That may be true but I still won, crybaby.”

Just beyond the dining room, Shikadai stood with his back to the wall. He had been eavesdropping on their conversation since the beginning and tried to ignore the shudder that ran down his spine when he imagined what his parents were up to.

“Mom and dad met in the Chunin Exams huh.” He formed a fist and stared at it without seeing, deep in thought.

“What a drag, guess I should put in more work to become Chunin.”

And finally, without considering what naughty mischief his parents could be up to, Shikadai barged back inside the living room with his mind set.

“Oyaji, let’s get back to training!”

The End.

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A/N: Happy ShikaTema Week, everyone! :D This is an extremely old work I began last year but never got to finish until today, so I apologize if the writing style changes a bit (I cant even tell anymore). Y’all dont know how many times I had to rewrite this until I was satisfied. At one point I even questioned if I was still writing ShikaTema🤣 Btw, special thanks to @shikastemari for this  amazing line: “We find people we’re meant to be with in places we least expect.” Without you, this fic will only be half as fluffy😆 This was the final oomp I needed, so thank you so much for the inspiration! <3 I need to stop talking. As always, thanks for reading! <3

[axel-fics]

omg! i just came up with something! what if axel/lea tried to flirt with the cute new sea salt ice cream store worker? i dont recommend doing this in real life unless the person initiates, because its their job to be friendly and you dont want to make them uncomfortable!

Ice Cream Sundays

The clock tower rang out 6pm. Finally, another day of long, grueling missions is over with. Axel walked down the quiet streets of Twilight Town towards his usual ice cream spot that he went to every day. It was a tiny store tucked away in the back of Market Street, not too far away from the clock tower where he’d meet up with Roxas and Xion to share sea-salt ice creams. The shop had two big windows, complete with gold letters painted on reading “Murray’s” on both panels that shone brightly when the sunset reflected on them. Inside there were a few tables and booths for people to sit and enjoy their cold treats while talking amongst friends. Axel always came before the evening rush to avoid the crowds; a quick ‘hello’ to Murray the owner, slap down the munny for his usual order, and on his way he’d go. 

Tonight, however, was absolutely packed. As Axel approached the store, he saw through the big windows that the whole store was teaming with parents and small children, cliques of teenagers loudly talking and laughing, some even playing with their ice creams and making a mess everywhere. Axel awkwardly walked in and stepped up to the counter, trying his best to blend in without getting too much attention drawn his way. No one seemed to notice that a man in a long leather trench coat was even in the room, and he wanted to take advantage of that. Where the hell was Murray?

The swinging door that led to the back freezer area kicked open suddenly. Axel’s eyes widened as someone other than Murray emerged, carrying a large tub of cotton candy ice cream in her arms towards the cooler. 

“I’ll be with you in a sec,” you panted. Your [h/c] was tied up with a bow high up on your head, a few strands loosely hanging in your face. The apron you wore was covered in a mixture of ice cream flavors and toppings. Axel was so entranced by you that he didn’t even hear when you spoke to him again.

“Sir? Are you okay?” A hand waved in front of his face, and Axel blinked a few times to get his bearings back.

“Yeah, uh, just three sea-salt ice creams please,” he stuttered. ‘What’s the matter with me? Snap out of it!’

“Here you go, that’ll be fifteen munny please.”

“Hey, uh, where’s Murray today?” Axel asked. 

“He worked the afternoon shift today. Summer vacation started so he hired me to take on the evenings,” you shrugged, smiling softly as you put the munny in the register. Your [e/c] eyes sparkled in the sunlight like diamonds, and Axel felt his face flush up. 

“Oh, well lucky for me the evenings are my normal time to come here,” he smirked. 

“What do you mean by ‘lucky for you’?”

“Murray’s nice and all, but now I get to talk to a cute shopgirl every day,” Axel winked. As the words left his lips, he was taken back himself. When did he become such a flirt?

You blushed profusely from behind the counter, shyly pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. 

“What’s your name?”

“[Y/N]”. 

“[Y/N], huh? Pretty name. Mine’s Axel, got it memorized?” Axel pointed to his temple as you nodded softly, another smile forming on your face. “Well, I gotta take off. I’ll see you around, [Y/N].” 

“See you, Axel.”

~*~

The entire evening on the clock tower perch, Axel sat distracted. Roxas and Xion talked away happily about their different missions, but Axel’s mind was stuck on you. 

“Axel, what do you think?”

Snapping out of his thoughts again, Axel looked up to see Xion and Roxas staring at him. 

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Do you think we’ll get another day off soon?” Xion repeated. 

“Oh, uh, maybe,” Axel ruffled his hair behind his neck and smiled. 

Roxas stretched his arms above his head and yawned, paying no attention to how absent-minded Axel seemed to be today. “I’m beat you guys, let’s RTC.”

“M’kay,” Xion stood up. 

“Actually, you two go on ahead without me,” Axel said. “I need to take care of something really quickly.”

Roxas and Xion raised eyebrows at each other before looking back at Axel suspiciously. “Okay then,” Roxas said. “See you later.” 

Creating a dark corridor, Axel ran through and ended up back on the ground a block away from the shop. Could he have walked? Yes, but something inside him made him anxious that he couldn’t wait to get back to the small store. It had been a few hours since he stopped by, the store front now showing a “CLOSED” sign hanging on the door. Axel’s shoulders dropped in disappointment for a second, until he saw you through the window cleaning up the store. Axel reached out and turned the handle, thankful that it was still unlocked. 

“Sorry, but we’re closed! We’ll be open again tomorrow morning,” you called over your shoulder. 

“But I already told you that the evenings are when I usually stop by. Guess you didn’t get that memorized yet, huh?” Axel smirked. 

Freezing in place, you turned towards Axel standing in the doorway. “Oh, Axel! What are you doing back here?”

“You looked exhausted earlier. Thought I’d come help out?”

“Thanks anyways, but I’m almost done,” you said and placed the mop back in its bucket, leaning it up against the counter. Your apron was covered in more ice cream than earlier, and a streak of chocolate sauce brushed across your cheeks. 

“First day of summer vacation and you’re already exhausted,” Axel laughed. “Think you can keep up for another month?”

“I guess I’ll find out. Can’t leave poor Murray to this madness by himself.” You plopped down in an empty seat next to the window, the sunlight beaming through the glass and made your skin glow in its wake. 

“You’ll be fine,” Axel said as he sat down next to you. “I mean, it can’t all be that bad, right? You’ll see me all the time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You’re right, I mean you are my favorite customer by far.”

“Exactly, I — wait, huh?”

You winked and started laughing even louder. “You’re such a flirt! I wanted to turn the tables on you just once!”

“Har-har, very funny of you,” he mumbled. As you continued to giggle, he couldn’t hold back the smile he felt forming on his face for long. “C’mere,” he leaned forward. 

“Wha—?”

“You have chocolate on your face,” Axel laughed. He started to reach forward and stopped momentarily to take off his glove before gently brushing your cheek, the chocolate coming off in an easy swipe. Your face once again turned bright red at the feeling of his hand against your face. When he licked the chocolate from his finger and gave you another wink, your whole body felt like it was on fire. 

“You’re fun to mess with,” he mused. “You get so easily flustered.”

“Not normally,” you breathed. “Just seems to be around you.” 

You leaned in towards him, your face now inches away from his. His hot breath was warm against your skin, the scent of chocolate combined with the sea-salt ice cream he had earlier filling your nose. Closing your eyes, you waited for Axel to close the distance between the two of you. His lips were so close to yours now that they just barely touched; Axel looked down at you and smirked before starting to pull away. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispered.

“Wait, what?!”

Axel got up and walked towards the door, a toothy smirk plastered on his face. “I’m just having some more fun with you.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re just gonna leave like that!” Despite the disappointment, you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Have I told you how cute you are when you’re frustrated?” He saluted you and winked again as you pouted. “Tomorrow, I promise.”

“It’s not very nice to keep me waiting like that, you know!” 

“Maybe, but now you’ll have something more to look forward to for tomorrow. No one can ruin your good mood now, right?” He waved and stepped out the door and walked back up Market Street, disappearing from view. 

Shaking your head, you laughed to yourself and smiled widely. ‘Cheeky bastard has a point…’

[ancientbooshartifacts]

Broken Mirrors

Author: Evil_Kingdom

Year: 2010

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Vince/Richmond

Another Night, Another Bar...

Richmond takes a sip from his drink, some fruity dark red coloured drink, hell if he can remember what the name is. He takes a long gulp, shuttering at the after taste of alcohol. He thinks to himself what a weak man he is, far from what others he works with are like. Even Moss is stronger then him, and to everyone that says a lot.

But I thought you liked Moss?....

I do.

But you know he doesnt like you right?....

I know. No one likes me.

Oh dont be so hard on yourself Richie...

Shut up inner thought. Im tired of you being the only one to talk to.

He shakes his head, believing that maybe going out for a bit of air will be the solution to his problem. He gulped down the rest of his drink, places it carefully on the table, looks a round the room to see people giving him odd and funny looks

See? Maybe if you only dressed like them... maybe the would actually like you...

Not you too inner evil thought. Shut up

Richmond gives his head a big shake, then flattens out his long dark hair back into place. He then takes the steps through the crowd of people dancing irratically to the DJ with the toys up in the booth. He thinks to himself that maybe it was a bad day to come to the bar, a day when there is just too many people around. Not that he really minds that there are people around, it just isnt his type of people, so it makes for more awkward moments.

He instantly feels the cold air wrap around him as he pushes open the door. He cracks a small smile, feeling the comfort of a familiar friend

Hello Wind, nice to feel you again

He leans against the cold wall, closing his eyes for a brief moment, trying to collect all his thoughts and feelings.

Maybe I should just go home... Its not like im going to find anyone tonight.

Maybe you will never find anyone....

I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP.

He lets out an exasperated cry, slamming his fits beside him into the wall. Tears start to gather in his eyes as he opens them, looking up into the shine of the moon,

It will be ok Richie, it will all work out soon....

Thanks moon, I can always count on you.

Im the Mooonnn....

Looking out onto the darkness of the streets, he sees gaggles of people, all sorts of people, dancing and being happy, drunk and laughing.

Why cant I be like them? Why cant I have some friends?

Richmond sighs again, standing up a bit straighter, rubbing the scratches on his hands.

No need to be sad anymore. Im better then this, I can get through this.

Being depressed just makes you a stereotypical goth Richie...

Thats right inner thought. And I'm not one to be stereotypical.

Pushing off from the wall, brushing his hands softly over his dark red velvet jacket, he gives himself a smile. Tomorrow will be a better night, tomorrow he will find someone to talk to.

Tomorrow tomorrow...

Richmond stares at himself in the mirror, checking every pore on his skin.

Perfect whiteness. Though I could lay off the sun a bit more, then it would be more perfect.

You know its fashionable to have a tan now a days Richie...

I know. But thats not who I am, I am a confident attractive young man.

Just keep telling yourself that....

Shut up inner evil thought. You cannot ruin my mood today. I am going to go out a meet someone. Just you watch me.

Giving himself a big smile, flashing his clean and white teeth, he applies the final stages of his eye makeup, adding a touch of black glitter to the corners of his eyes making his blue eyes sparkle.

Moving to the closet double doors he looks into rows of reds, deep purples and blues, hints of green, and rows upon rows of black. But at the very end, far back in the walk in closet, you can see a hint of his past, 3 normal suits still hang from bar, still unable to give away the last of the past.

He holds onto them thinking one day, one day, he may actually have the want to try them on, try on what he used to be, what it was like to be the cool guy, the guy with talent, friends, and a job that doesn't include staring at flashing buttons in the basement.

As he grabs his favourite creepers, a pair of black spiderweb socks, and a deep purple button up jacket, he sits on his bed and begins to hum a Cure song, one that he cant seem to get out of his head...

Oh please don't ask me who i am

Or when and where my life began

Or why i ended up like this or how

Standing up he brushes himself off and walks out into his hallway, out the front door, and on to the streets. Walking at a slow pace he watches the moon that sits high up into the night sky, surrounded by little stars, faint to see in the brightness of the cities lights. Continuing down the street, turning left, then making a right, he finds himself smack dab in the middle of bar and nightclub alley.

Now which one shall I pray upon tonight... hmmm decisions, decisions.

You make it sound as if you will have people just throwing themselves at you when you enter the doorway, you do know you will probably drink yourself stupid and wander home, just like every weekend.

Shut up inner evil thought. I told you. Tonight is my night. Tonight I will come home victorious. Gotta be confident, show them that Im a great person.

Richmond smiles to himself, confidence beaming through him like a flaming dagger sword from his heart.

And then he sees him.

The perfect figure of a man.

Gleaming black hair, shiny with product, perfect shape and placement

But not a goth.

Richmond gives a questionable look, heart beating faster in his chest.

Well he is a he...right?

That doesn't change anything, Im quite happy with any sexual preference. Not to say i'm not picky, but love is love you know, it doesn't have a gender.

For the first time in his life, his heart beats fast, quickens his pace, and jogs up to the club, slipping through the door, staring at the slight in front of him

Lights gleam from the ceiling, flooding the crowd with different colours, music loudly playing, but not loud enough to destroy eardrums. Not a bad selection of music, thankfully, Richmond hoping that there wouldnt be an idiot DJ tonight. He searches the club trying to find the man with the perfect hair... Bingo. Right next to the bar, sitting alone.

Here's my chance. Don't fuck it up.

He takes a deep breath, straightens out his clothes, fixes his hair, and makes a casual walk towards the bar.

“One cherry vodka sour please.”

He leans on the bar, trying to be casual and confident, thinking to himself that it probably doesn't look the case, but as long as he doesn't look ridiculous, its all that matters.

Well there he is Richie... go for it..

I will I will. Don't pressure me. You know what happens when I get pressured.

You get all clammy and your voice goes all squeaky and then people stare and laugh at you....

Thanks for the reminder asshole.

Richmond turns and glances towards the man. He makes eye contact, seeing full well the man beside him is staring. His face goes pink, but he can't look away...

“Can I help you? Are you starin' at me for a reason?” The dark haired man tilts his head

“Uhh... ummm... no, I was just looking over, sorry to bother you. I don't mean to make any trouble..”

Youre pathetic Richie. What happened to your confidence?...

“I don't mean to be mean, you don't have to get all defensive.” The man gives a small laugh,

“My name is Vince, Vince Noir, you probably heard about me, I am the king of Camden Town”

The man, Vince, flashes one of the most gorgeous smiles he's ever seen, his confidence clears.

“Umm no, sorry, I haven't heard about you...”

But I would love to..

Richie go for it. Give him something else to smile about....

“My name is Richmond, and I would love to find out why everyone knows you”

Richmond tries to give himself a confidence boost, giving a small cheeky smile, turning back to pay the bartender and grab his drink.

“Would you like a drink? My treat?” Richmond glances over Vince, seeing that he chooses the glam rock style, not something he is used to, but man does he make it look hot. He slowly gives him a once over, looking at his tight shiny shirt, trailing down to his black tight pants...

His eyes linger on his bulge, his perfectly pressed bulge against his pants, perfect...

“Oi mate, eyes up here, k love?” Vince flashes a coy smile, giving a small chuckle

He snaps out of his daze, face going red

“Im sorry, I didnt mean to, I mean I wasnt..”

if your face could get any redder, you would be a tomato.

“I'll take you up on your drink offer, a flirtini please, extra sour” Vince motions for him to take a seat beside him, giving him a cheeky grin.

He returns with drinks, placing his preferred drink in front of him, sliding into the booth beside him.

Now what are you going to do Richie? You cant just get him wasted you know

I know that... Im working on it.

“You alright mate? You arent the drug type are you?” Vince tilts his head towards Richmond, catching his eye, “You look a bit spaced out. I hope im not boring you or nothin”

“Oh no, no... no problem. Im just not used to someone being nice to me, usually I get brushed off quick and that is that” Richmond tries to smile it off, like its nothing.

Vince grins, his hand slowly creeping up Richmond's leg, stopping to grab his thigh. “Good. A pretty boy like you wanted to know about me, so heres how it starts”

Popping the cherry from his drink into his mouth he leans over, hand trailing down Richmond's thigh. His mouth getting ever so close, Richmond feeling his alcoholic breath push against his face, heart racing a mile a minute.

This is it. He is actually into me

Richmond leans forward, opening his mouth, tongue flicking forward hitting the cherry stem, before closing the gap with his lips..

Tonight be all i dream

There isn't any yesterday

Tomorrow starts a day away

This here and now with you is how

Always should always be

This

Here and now

With you

[greensungnostic]

Checking in with Grandpa

It's been a while since you visited the old man. You figure you've left him hanging long enough. He'd probably love to hear from you, what's been going on in his granddaughter's life. You head quietly through the halls of the lower floors, still and calm and differently decorated than the upper floors where you live. You stop in front of an old oak door with a brass knob and a plaque on its face, and slowly turn the handle. You peek your head in slowly, looking into Grandpa's study. It's always dim in here, the fug of cologne and gunpowder and cognac baked into the room's very soul. He stands there in the dim, facing the ornate marble fireplace, which -

FWOOMPH!

- ignites dramatically into a warmly crackling blaze as you settle your gaze on it. There he goes - The old man, "Hass" "The Flame" Harley, always with such a flare for the bombastic. Your Grandpa stands Stout and Resolute in front of the mantle, seeming to gaze long and hard into the flames. You take his dramatics as consent to enter, and you stand a few paces behind him, nervously tenting your hands. He's always been so tall, so imposing, and you've barely gained an inch since your session began. You're basically still the same dorky kid as ever, eternally youthful. You hesitate, waiting a reasonably long moment, then finally speak.

hi grandpa! sorry to bother you, i know you probably have a lot of work to do! but i wanted to come visit you in here and say hi! ...sorry i havent come down in a couple of weeks or uhm... months. i got all caught up in my work and in my head and kinda stayed cooped up in my lab up there below the greenhouse. huh? yes! before you ask, ive got three computers with me including the ones in my head and my glasses, and i do think the caliber of my current rifle is plenty sufficient! no i dont need to borrow the blunderbuss but thank you anyway! i will let you know when i need it okay? its overkill for anything but bosses!

You sigh heavily. He's always such a worrywart, hassling you over your preparedness and the bore of your firearms! You huff your trademark Harley Huff, then sigh and deflate a little. You know his hounding you is just how he shows that he cares, in his weird way.

i just wanted to let you know about some of the stuff thats been going on, though im sure youve seen hints of it here and there, mister wise and cunning hunter! first off, take a look at these babies!

You round the quiet old man to stand just past the fireplace on the far side, showing off the fluffy white fur and canine shape of your legs from the thighs down. You lift up one footpaw, showing him the glowing green footpads beneath, and wiggle your toes. The luminous glint of green reflects in your Grandpa's eyes, along with - is that interest, or pride, or just confusion? He's always been so hard to read. You'll opt for confused pride, shy of any context otherwise. You plop yourself into the dusty armchair beside the fire so you can wave your paws idly through the air for his approval, and continue your conversation face to face.

i know, i know, you never quite got all this furry stuff, but think of it this way! i am a little bit better of a huntress now, i can run around all quiet-like like bec! plus it gives my tail a reason to - huh? boots? yeah i guess i could use a custom fit pair, for like lohac or lofaf when its extra cold... if you insist we can find a cobbler, sure! cool digitigrade boots do look cool on cartoon furries... hee... uhmm lets see, what else is on the agenda?

You stroke your chin thoughtfully, then smile sheepishly at him.

so... do you remember rose? yeah, yeah the one ive always talked about! uh-huh, the one from movie nights. the squiddle one! my best friend. the one i... always had a crush on, yeah. well, as you know weve been looking around for everyone from our timeline and...

Your smile brightens, your eyes sparkle. Grandpa waits patiently, letting you talk, green eyes flickering in the firelight.

we found her, grandpa! like the right her! skaia lit up when we came back with her, and cetus showed herself for the first time in ages. its really her, grandpa!! its so good to...so good to have her back in my life. i... you know how much i missed rose. and the best news of all? she... she likes me back. she likes me back!! we are... we are dating now! shes... my girlfriend, a-after all this time. hee, i know, i know, lots of girlfriends. but this is important to me! rose was my first crush!! or uh, second, if you dont count margaret hamilton, haha... gosh i love her. i love rose! aaaah!

Grandpa seems chuffed for you, a twinkle of mirth in those eyes, past his thick glasses. The one good thing about having read all about him on the internet - you never felt uncomfortable coming out to a man you knew was openly bi decades before it was widely accepted. You practically glow in excitement, just thinking about Rose.

oh, we also found aradia! or she found us, anyways. she is one of the trolls! this one is kinda froglike, which is cool! i did not expect her to ever show up, i thought she had run off to play psychopomp! but here she is just hanging around and i guess she can help our search! she has cool psionic powers, and is the maid of time! she kinda showed up all spooky and glowing in the dark the other night! shes slimy like a frog sometimes, but shes cool, honest. youd like her, she loves adventure. maybe ill bring her by sometime?

Grandpa is quiet here, no real feedback, but seems pleased for you. You've never really talked to him about her much, so it tracks. You're sure he'll be interested in finding out more later, though. He always lends a patient ear when you talk about your friends, and he really would like Aradia. Two peas with ghastly interests in a slightly ghoulish pod.

sooo harleytech is doing pretty well! my jadebots run most of the daily stuff for me and i do all the designing, and the special interactions! in a while im gonna do a bunch of installations for some trollian freedom fighters, rebels! thats so cool right?

He seems impressed by this one - a streak of rebellion has always been pivotal to his character as the world's most eccentric philanthropist and Renaissance Man after all, especially if it's against who you think it might be against.

lets see, what else... the garden ship has been doing really well, i just fixed up the alternian section a little! if aradia wants a slice of home, she can put it there! heheh... im still trying to think of a name for that huge maple though... the yiffdrasil is kind of dumb, and its not THAT big. do i name it after another scientist like us, grandpa? what do you think?

The old man doesn't answer, as if lost in pensive thought. It's tough to puzzle out a name for something like an ancient, time-wizened old tree, after all, especially one accelerated through time to its current state. Eventually a name occurs to you, and you clap your hands together.

hmm, maybe instead of a scientist, van winkle or something? yeah, good call! ooh, rip van maple? heheh... yeah, ill try that out for a bit! good idea, grandpa...

You sigh, tone softening, and you rise up to stand next to Grandpa. He's so tall, towering over you in presence and height alike, but you find yourself staring at his feet, the polished maple wood beneath.

youre so smart, grandpa. you always know just what to say.

You're quiet for a moment, just letting him loom over you. With a lump in your throat, you begin again.

hey grandpa? thank you for always... always being so supportive, even if we butt heads sometimes over stuff like hunting or mummies or dumb stuff like that. i know you only scold me and keep an eye on me because you wanna see me grow up to be the best me i can be! right...? always making sure i had the best of everything I needed to... to be who i wanted and needed to be. im so glad youre my grandpa, thank you for... for always being around for me.

i hope im... i hope... a-am i doing okay? am... do i make you proud, grandpa?

With a quaking lip, you look upwards at the old man, towards his serviceable pith helmet and dense, curly moustache. He doesn't say anything, his silence distinguished. Tranquil. You imagine a heavy, distantly familiar palm resting on your head, comforting and warm, but it doesn't come. Your own small hand resting between your ears while teardrops plink off the floor will have to suffice. You rest your head against your grandfather's side for comfort, sniffling softly until the tears subside.

its okay grandpa, you dont have to say anything about it. s-sorry, i just got carried away, th-thinking about what a good grandpa you are... youre right, stiff upper lip, h-haha...

You wipe your tears on your face and offer him a brave smile, seeing a twinkle of pride once more in his aged eyes. You smooth out his tear ruffled coat for him, and reach up to adjust his pith helmet. It's only polite. You hug him gently, then step towards the door. You attempt to pepper a layer of cheer into your voice.

ill let you get back to work, grandpa. thank you for talking with me today, it... it meant a lot that you took time out of your day to do that! ill come see you more often okay? i know sunday is fathers day, a-and grandpas definitely count for that! we can... we can do something special!! maybe ill show you my shooting skills!

dont work too hard and have a good night! a-and ill see you sunday if not earlier, okay!! i love you grandpa!!! byyyye!

You step hurriedly out of the Study and click the door closed behind you, standing in front of it and trying to steady your breathing. Failing that, you find yourself sliding down the front of the door to curl up and hug your legs in front of it, shoulders bobbing as you bury your face in your knees, already deeply missing the old gentleman you just finished visiting.

Grandpa was a lot easier to talk to when he was alive.

[reesewestonarchive]

chapter eight / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content

“…where would you go?”

Rem’s voice is a stark difference from the mixtape playing through frankensteined speakers from Rem’s Walkman. Nakoa opens his eyes, peers at Rem’s face—calm, pleased. “Hm?”

Rem dozes on his side of the bed, a hand out between them in an aborted attempt at touching Nakoa’s stomach. His words are slurred, though, and there’s a tired, distant look in his eye when he lifts his gaze to Nakoa.

Not a second later, his eyes are closed again. “If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?”

Loaded question. Nakoa thinks there are plenty of places he’d like to see, plenty of places he could live, but would any of it matter if Rem weren’t with him? “Dunno. Hawaii. Or… European countryside, maybe.” Or Russia, if it weren’t so fucking cold. That’s the thing about the midwest that Nakoa doesn’t miss—the fucking winters. “Some place warm, probably.”

“Bahamas,” Rem says. “You’re miserable when you’re cold.”

“I have bad circulation,” Nakoa says, staring at the ceiling. “Can’t help it.”

Rem lifts his hand, pinches the skin at Nakoa’s hips gently, and says, “‘Cause you’re so fucking skinny. I bruise you when we fuck.”

“You’re one to talk.” Nakoa draws his fingers across thumb-shaped bruises along his own hips. A gentle stir of desire blooms in his stomach—maybe he can give Rem a matching set later. “What about you?”

“What about me?” He burrows closer, presses his head against Nakoa’s neck. He sighs.

“Where would you go, if you could go anywhere?”

“What’s wrong with right here?” Rem drops an arm around Nakoa’s waist. “Mm. Maybe…” He sighs; his breath tickles Nakoa’s chest. He mumbles a response, but Nakoa doesn’t hear it, doesn’t ask for him to repeat it.

Instead, he hums along to Rem’s mixtape. Rem didn’t say it, and Nakoa’s not sure if it’s on purpose, but Nakoa’s since sussed out that the songs are love songs.

For a guy that can’t verbalize the word, Rem’s really fucking good at saying it.

There are plenty of unanswered questions—if anyone’s chasing them, if it’s Michael or Rem’s bad decisions. If it’s… something else. Some asshole on their tail for being as open. Nakoa knows the attitude, knows whatever this is between them makes other people angry, disgusted.

He also doesn’t give a shit. Anyone’d be hard pressed to find someone Rem wouldn’t fight.

In the room, with Rem wrapped around him, basking in the glow of sex, Nakoa forgets about all that. Forgets that there’s a world outside the motel, a world outside of Rem and himself and the bed they’re lying on, in the dark with The Cure playing softly in the background.

Nakoa tests the words on his lips again; soft, against Rem’s hair. I love you. He mouths along with the lyrics for a verse, then hums. Rem curls closer, a pleased noise escaping his throat.

A whisper when Nakoa says, “I love you,” his voice barely louder than the music. Rem says nothing, his breathing even in sleep.

Nakoa lets him rest.

-

In the cold, misty morning, they pack up from the hotel overlooking the ocean, and Rem uses the last of his own money on a pack of cigarettes. Nakoa steals one from Rem’s lips, ignores his squawk of disagreement, and says, “Where to?”

Rem sighs, stares down at the map. “Fuck if I know.��

Nakoa remembers his mother—tries not to; the thought of her still at home leaves his chest tight—and how she would always say that the journey means as much as the destination. They don’t have the money to go much farther, and soon, the midwest is going to be covered in snow. Soon enough, anyway.

Nakoa thinks of the Grand Canyon, of Yellowstone, of Niagara Falls. Of ghost towns and abandoned houses, amusement parks and mountains and the Atlantic Coast. He thinks he’d follow Rem to hell—if he asked.

“Might as well hit all the stops,” Rem says. “Right?”

Nakoa watches his brow crease in thought. He doesn’t want to, but he says, “Pretty soon we won’t have money for food. Eating out’s fucking expensive.”

A glint sparkles in Rem’s eyes as he pulls the cigarette from his lips, smoke exhaling with each word, “That’s not true. I eat you out all the time.”

“Mm. Think you’re pretty fucking clever, don’t you?”

Rem shrugs, tugs Nakoa against him by his belt loops. “Sometimes. Hey—about the money thing.” He raises an eyebrow, grin wide across his lips, and says, “We could rob a bank.”

Yeah, right. Nakoa has a difficult time imagining that. “Or scare small children.” He shoves his knuckles against Rem’s ribs. “Give me your lunch money, punk.”

Thoughtfully, Rem asks, “Ever thought about porn?”

Nakoa doesn’t say the only person he wants to fuck is Rem. Instead, he says, “With your jealous streak, yeah fucking right.”

Rem scowls, but there’s a layer of mischief underneath. “I don’t get jealous.”

“Yeah?” Nakoa licks his lips, then says, “All right, cool. I’ll go get dicked down by some big fucker with a selfish attitude to match yours.” He makes a show of peering around the parking lot. “What kind of job do you think I can get around here? Or is that something I need to go to Portland for?”

Rem makes a noise in his throat, tugs Nakoa back against him, grips Nakoa’s wrists in his own. “Fuck no. You’re—” He sighs. “Fine. You win.”

“Oh, yeah? What’d I win?”

“I’d offer myself up as prize, if I was worth anything.” He squints, plucks Nakoa’s sunglasses from atop Nakoa’s head, and puts them on. Nakoa almost days, “Don’t sell yourself short,” but Rem continues with, “Blowjob?”

“Tsk,” Nakoa says. “Like I don’t get those from you on the regular anyway.” He smiles, lopsided and pleased. “What else you got for me?”

But Rem’s attention has shifted, from Nakoa to something across the street. His skin is white, fear-lined, and there’s a  Nakoa frowns, tries to turn back to see it, but Rem’s grip is tight and he won’t let Nakoa move.

“Could—” Rem clears his throat, looks back at Nakoa and smiles. “—let’s get on the road, hey?”

He still doesn’t let Nakoa turn back to see what he was looking at, holds Nakoa’s hands together.

“What aren’t you telling me?” Nakoa asks. He shakes out of Rem’s grip, turns, and— “Oh, fuck—”

He can’t get to the van quick enough. Rem, somehow, is already inside when Nakoa finally shuts the door behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know!” Rem jams the key into the ignition, turns it—the van stalls. “Fuck!”

His heart beats, hard, fast, in his chest. “Rem,” Nakoa says, still staring at the old, beat-up Bronco sitting across the street, at the guy sitting outside of it.

Michael.

“How’d he find us?” Rem mutters. “I didn’t think—”

The van roars to life—for a split second before stalling again. Nakoa’s heart climbs his throat, and he feels like he’s going to throw up.

But the van’s not starting, and Michael’s moving forward, now, towards the car. Nakoa moves through the van, out through the back. “I’ll find you,” Nakoa says, “later, okay? Just—I’ll find you. When we lose him—”

And he goes. Out the back door, and he books it, as soon as he hits the asphalt. Rem yells his name, but Nakoa goes anyway, down the parking lot and through the alley towards the boardwalk, where maybe, fucking maybe, he can get away.

He hopes, stupidly, that Michael doesn’t go after Rem instead, that he follows Nakoa. Rem’s already in too deep into Nakoa’s bullshit, and—

Someone stands at the end of the alleyway, blocking his escape, so he turns back around, stumbles over his own feet into one of the buildings. Breath catches in his chest, terror holding him tight as he stares ahead, at Rem, held in his father’s grip.

“You leave a messy trail, Nakoa.” Michael’s voice is quiet, calm, and Nakoa hears footsteps behind him, encroaching on his space, unsurprised when he feels the cold metal of a gun press against his neck. “Nice to see you again.”

“Let him—” Nakoa says, but the gun presses against his neck, harder, cuts him off, and he swallows. Waits.

“Rude to interrupt your father.” Michael, after a beat, does release Rem—only to send him reeling against the brick with a fist to his stomach. “Tell me, Nakoa. Did you think I would let you leave?”

Nakoa says nothing, eyes trained on Rem. Michael sighs, and, as Rem is bent over, coughing, knees him in the stomach. This time, Rem goes down. “Answer me.”

Yes; Nakoa figured, it’s been long enough since he heard about the secrets, since he’s been involved in any of Michael’s work; he should have been safe. He should have been fucking safe. And if it weren’t for Michael knowing someone fucking everywhere, a network of I-know-a-guy, Nakoa would have been.

He should have convinced Rem to fly out of the country. Maybe remote Russia isn’t so bad.

“No,” he lies, because Michael shouldn’t want to waste resources, not time or money, on Nakoa. He steps forward, ignoring Rem behind him, coughing.

Michael’s taller than he is, though not by much; Nakoa slouches. Rem still towers over him.

Rem could take him, if he was smart about it.

“I thought I was clear,” Michael says. “You are to stay with me. This is what we do, Nakoa. I can’t have my only son disappear, after all, can I? Even if he is a miserable excuse for one.”

Rem stumbles to his feet, croaks out a, “Hey, asshole—” before Michael turns, gun still in hand, and Nakoa can’t turn away fast enough, waiting for the sound of a gunshot that doesn’t come.

Instead, Michael winds up and slams the butt of the pistol into Rem’s head, turning back before Rem has even hit the ground. Blood surfaces from A gas on Rem’s forehead immediately, runs down his face, and… 

Nakoa watches Rem, tunnel visioned. Is he okay. Is he okay there’s a lot of blood already and his chest is rising and falling but is it too much? Not enough—

“Can someone take that one back to the car,” Michael asks, “handcuff him and put him in the trunk?”

It’s not a request. But Nakoa still says, “He needs help. You—”

“Shut up.”

“He could be—”

“Easier if he is,” Michael says. “I’d rather not have to cut off his attempts at a Disney rescue. You are mine, you know. No other man you throw yourself will change that fact.” Michael pulls Nakoa’s chin up, forces him to look Michael in the eye. “It’s best for you at home. You keep poor company.”

Nakoa keeps poor company. That’s almost laughable. “Pot calling the kettle,” Nakoa says. “I promise I won’t say shit, okay? For fuck’s sake, Rem doesn’t even know.”

He wonders maybe if Michael knows that, or if he doesn’t care. If his sole concern is of Nakoa giving out pieces of Michael’s secrets, or if it’s…

Nakoa swallows. Waits. 

Michael stares at him, expression blank, before he says, “You know, Nakoa. You haven’t proven yourself very trustworthy. You ran away from home. What am I meant to think?” He steps forward. “No. I think it’s best for you to stay with me.” He glances back towards Rem, still unconscious on the ground. “Your… friend, too.”

If Michael knows, he doesn’t day anything. Instead, he snaps his fingers, and the gun at Nakoa’s throat disappears. He tries to leave, get away, grab for Rem and shake him awake, but his before he can, his wrists are bound by zip ties.

Michael retreats down the alleyway, lighting a cigarette, and Nakoa opens his mouth—unsure what he’s going to say—but doesn’t get to call after him. Instead, there’s a burst of pain at the back of his skull, and the world goes dark.

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

Suspiria remake review from a shitty movie-goer

(this review is posted too late so excuse me for some timing inaccuracies I couldn’t be arsed to edit)

(IF YOU HATE TL;DRS JUST SKIP AHEAD TO THE “THE REVIEW” PART. YOU’RE WELCOME)

I actually hate to admit why was I interested to watch this movie in the end, but for once SOMETHING motivated me to go to a movie after countless tries from my family to get me to watch something in theatres at a “reasonable time” (daytime is what they mean, this movie was at 8pm our time, and this is when the cross-city bus transport (it goes from one big city to another) stops doing their service lmao).

I myself have a lowkey interest in moviemaking (I’m already getting there by editing my phone-recorded videos because whatever). I come up with my concepts in my head and I am mostly willing to put them down somewhere in my computer so I don’t forget it years later if I want to make that concept a thing in the end (because none of my concepts are finalized... well except for one short horror-ish story I posted on DeviantArt (see mom, I do like some horror stuff!). Reddit as of lately inspired me to edit some of my movie’s plot-lines based on irl events (not related with anything too SJW), and I’m not sure how an usual movie-goer would see this concept but I am going to try to execute it... whenever I have enough equipment to shoot my own little films or skits or whatever.

What’s that? There are people who scrolled past this and already yell at me that “YOU ONLY WENT TO SEE THIS MOVIE BECAUSE OF THE MAN WHO COMPOSED THE SOUNDTRACK~~~”? Ugh yes you exposed me, tea all over. I even had “Street Spirit (Fade Out)” on a bit of a repeat as of lately (how fucking come I wasn’t too couragerous to listen to this song before?? And “Pyramid Song”??? Man am I discovering their pearl(ie)s(*) too late). And I’m occasionally on the band’s subreddit as well. And the man himself is touring ‘round the USA, signing material of fans and have genuinely warm chats with them. Admireable.

But that’s only half truth.

I never thought I’d see Suspiria on cinema theatres in here. Until one time when I saw an ad on a completely random Lithuanian website that said this movie is coming to our theatres 14 December... I couldn’t quite believe my eyes. I made my goal to see Suspiria since then. I even dared to ask a couple of my new college ‘friends’ to see it with me, but one of them fell off the deal when I revealed that I’ll be going to see it on Saturday, and on the weekends he’s usually at home, far away from the city the college is in (he lives in college dormitory on mostly the work-weekdays). So my only movie companion ended up to be this 28-year-old coursemate (actually we both study different things but sometimes we attend some of the same lectures) who was intrigued by the Suspiria trailer herself so at least I’m gonna have her by my side of the movie, so I thought. Sweet.

I already envisioned seeing this in a mall cinema theatre but my companion offered me a cheaper alternative - her suggested cinema theatre was actually in renovation so the business is temporarily happening inside an actual drama theatre’s long theatre hall. I had to wait long until the ticket box opened and because of that I was lowkey frustrated as I finished my English test writing a little earlier, so I spent my time walking around the city until the time came and I wandered off to the old building of the cinema so then I remembered it was moved and I found the moved place. Yeah I bought the tickets before my companion could but I’ll skip ahead to the time that I almost lost the tickets because they were put down on a windowsill outside some children activity centre (Suspiria and children?? lol). I came back home late at night and was ready for the movie to happen the next day. Oh and before buying the tickets I coincidentally saw dance classes going on nearby that building... weird, as Suspiria has dance elements in there

The day came (December 15) and my family went together with me because they saw this as an opportunity to see the Christmas tree of our city (but not the movie). Needless to say, they were still visibly pissed at me orchestrating this idea, as I planned everything BUT the transport to go by. Well at least my mom and my sis. Dad was cool with it as he returned home to watch Home Alone. Aside all that, the cinema hall was cozy, Christmassy, not too small, there were a few trailers before the movie, no snack-seller places (as this is not a mall lol) - my companion was glad she wasn't at the mall as she found this place where we were at way lovelier.

Now with all that unnecessary long intro off my chest, let’s begin:

THE REVIEW

(definitely not spoiler-free, if you are sensitive to spoilers please watch the movie for yourselves before reading my review. But if you like being spoiled, I’m your friend then I guess lmao)

The intro to the movie felt like I ended up booking a wrong movie - I didn't expect that to be set somewhere in Germany, especially an American/Italian-shot one. Was that a thing in the original Suspiria? I don't know... (apparently it is, but the cities are different, never the country though)

Patricia (I didn’t know it was Chloë Grace’s role until reading the Wiki) looked like to be a really big deal here, with the dance pupils discussing her disappearance the other day and Susie overheard them, then Sara mentioned the Patricia thing to Susie after Susie revealed she was kind of chosen as the lead dancer for the Volk play... is it because Patricia was THE saviour that unfortunately knew a little too much?? Idk, it’s perhaps the reason we get to see the Klemperer guy subplot happen (I didn’t know it was Tilda Swinton behind him all the time either, must be because the way the male German accent was put on her lol). Turned out she was captured and kept under some dungeon where Sara had gone later in the movie, but looking like an almost melted and grotesquely old human being (or if Mary’s mother from “Chocolate with Nuts” was a person). Speaking of which, there is one more later in the movie, but I won’t tell just yet - we will need to get into such scenes discussion first.

Interesting deaths here, despite of them being grotesque and horrifically detailed. It almost felt like Susie, whilst doing her first dance as the probable lead dancer, temporarily turned into Olga’s voodoo doll or a violent bloodbender (that old lady from Avatar that could bloodbend was incredibly uncanny, damn) and left Olga completely fucked up, and the foam mouth later on... is this the effect myxomatosis has on a human being if it was ever humanly? She was twitching and salivating afterall. :P But no, she’s not dead until she gets to plead her death later in the movie! :O Several others occur throughout, but none is more prominent than this key scene I described, well at least according to TV Tropes.

The search for the evil person in this movie without Wiki helping me much was definitely a nice game for me to play. I kept thinking that Blanc might be that one, then I thought she’s not the one until she looked at Carolina (I think that was the tall tomboy’s name??) suspiciously and then she later passed out on the floor violently, with rabies foam and everything.

Anyway, don’t tell me Tilda Swinton wouldn’t make out a pretty good Thom Yorke post-Pablo Honey. She’s 8 years older than him, ffs! Also played a man before (e.g.: this movie I’m talking about) so the make up won’t be an unjumpable-over hurdle.

The sighs were for sure unsettling, especially because they oddly sounded like orgasm here and there. IDK why. I know fucking is referenced twice in this movie (well only fucking once and sex another time). Speaking of random things, the nightmare shots were completely random themselves, following up with some imagery we never see in the movie again, and some of that we see only a little (like the worms and bloody organs).

3 long scenes that were note-worthy for me. One is the Olga mutilation/Susie's first dancing scene that I already noted, and it was driven by music (the others will be too. Soundtrack of this movie still rules). Then there's the Volk play itself - girls go from one place to another, take poses of each other, dance individually, let their minimalistic red rope dresses flick in the air, interspersed with Sara in the underneath area and her broken leg (so broken, the bone went out of her skin!), and then the matriarchy getting her back on stage, but healing her leg with her witch powers before that. I haven't really listened to the rest of the soundtrack but I gotta check the song out so that I won't end up labeling it as a Kid A reject. No but seriously - intense dancing needed some intense drumming and painful instrument sounds just to project out the massiveness of the whole play.

Then I keep remembering the scene where Madame Blanc commands Susie to jump higher and higher in the mirror hall, up until she jumps as highest as possible. Also my companion’s favourite scene was the stare exchange between these two ladies during the part where people were singing some drinking song in a bar to celebrate ‘Volk’’s success - you hear them singing and then some chilling background noise slowly mixing and creeping its way into the atmosphere, then I think it leads into a scene where some sparkling aura entity wakes Susie up (and she’s nude) in the middle of the night and gets her to go down to this... dungeon orgy full of random stuff going on, complete with an Asian man doing something beyond explanation (I could say lewd but not quite), even more strange ritual dancing and the very much frightening Madame Helga... who looked like Jabba the Hutt for some reason. And then of course everyone slitting, slashing and twisting each other, and by the end Susie throwing us all a plot twist which makes her THE evil one who can finally let her ‘friends’ go of all that suffering they have been through thanks to the damn witches (and yeah apparently her dance friends haven’t completely died? THAT’S how they do - they tell Susie to end their suffering and she does). Also she cracks her chest open to reveal a... very graphic part of a female body that will by no doubt get this whole text review reported without consent so I refrain from any illustrations. Oh and this scene mostly has the possibly favourite this movie’s soundtrack song of mine, if not one of them, play - titled Unmade. It was a mind-boggling decision to do so but the movie editors do them I suppose, but still. I felt sad for the song having to be the background of such absurd but fair enough events? (Oh and I didn’t mention that everyone who voted for the other woman than Madame Blanc to be the leader of the witches (iirc) were rid of in this movie. Damn.)

Oh and the ending is rather an interesting detail, not talking about post-credits because as always I have to be this one movie goer who wants to do it but can’t because they’re urged to go back out of the movie theater. We turn into modern day Germany with a love heart carved on a brick wall with the letters A and L (perhaps?? at the time of finishing this review my memory towards it kind of erased some parts of the movie for me), a nice little remembrance of Lutz’s (the old man’s) love for his dear Anke, with which they have reunited during the movie, but Lutz was dragged out by some people related to the dance academy for probably wandering elsewhere than needed and somehow Lutz ended up as one of the sex dungeon victims, stripped of clothing and lying down quite powerless. That and before the modern day shot we are subjected with Lutz in hospital with Susie coming to visit, they discuss something related to the plot, Susie touches the guy speaks some more, leaves and according to the Wiki, Lutz “suffers from a violent seizure” that was nothing more than just a hard seizure. And it even erases his memories!

Anyway, as a whole, I felt more underwhelmed of this movie’s experience despite really wanting to see it. Like, “uhm yeah gore blood people getting slashed everyone’s a witch and everyone’s watched over by the witch and if you expose the witches you die” kind of underwhelmed. I didn’t want this movie to blatantly go through my head, but it did, that’s why I wanted to make notes everytime something notable happens. There was one startling moment, and it just was an innocent scene transition. And something within Olga’s mutilation scene made me chuckle (and made some other people leave the cinema hall ASAP). It’s more of a disgusting watch than scary. Also feels too dragged out in parts.

I’d only recommend it if you are gore-tolerant (there are people that can’t stand looking at blood so this might as well not be for you, especially if you’re younger than 16), like intense choreos that can impact other people literally, and... the soundtrack. Yes of course. If you dare to get through the movie with feeling its soundtrack, sometimes you might as well feel it right, but some of the soundtrack song usages might as well make you go “hmm” as much as me.

I'll remind myself to never watch a movie in theaters for soundtrack again (unless they're not THAT late). And the other 'trilogy of the three witches' movie remakes, especially if they come out at the time I haven't moved houses by now, because for sure as hell will my parents not like me going to cinema late once more. The movie is lowkey 7 out of 10 for me, can sometimes it's on the verge of falling down to 6 becaude of no completely proper comprehension of some directing choices... so 6.7/10 is good - as it still has 6 in it, but totally leans on to the 7.

Will probably watch it again. I need to remember some more of this movie sometime later. And looking for online uploads of this movie is unrecommendable - I'll wait until Lionsgate distributes it to America for wider audiences so that anything could surface 2 months (or even a few days) later from now. Though if I didn't need all that, I'd definitely not watch it again for a long time... unfortunately I want to.

Post movie feelings: my companion liked the movie, initially said to never watch it again but now wants to watch it again because it was so "wtf" she felt like re-experiencing it at some point. She liked the music (another bonus point for Yorke). She wished she could film the reactions of other people who watched this, as they mostly were confused, all being like "wtf did I just watch???". I'm already feeling bad for the 3rd companion who didn't join us but would also like to watch this - he’ll likely be one of those confused movie-goers.

[thepositivescientist]

Serif’s Charm Part 1

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Serif, Charm/Sans, and Elly hang out at The Island

@aglitchandagrump @hiddeninshxdows

( Resort Garden )

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 6:30 PM

Sans walked in, more or less flopping down on the grass and laying there like a starfish. He was so tired. He didn't know why he insisted on staying up so late. Probably because of that nightmare. He really needed to get over that.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 6:46 PM

Serif fell through a portal right on top of Sans.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:00 PM

"Wh-OOF!" Sans wasn't prepared for a random skeleton coming out of the sky and landing ontop of him. He hoped they hadn't cracked anymore ribs. "Ow- hi- what's up- can you get off of me please-?"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:09 PM

Serif didn't expect to land on someone and so it took her a moment to realize why the ground was so pokey. Her face turned a light blue in embarrassment and she quickly scrambled off of him. "s-sorry sorry! i-i didn't mean to- a-are you okay?"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:11 PM

He groaned, laying there for a second more before sitting up and looking down the front of his shirt. "Yeah.. Didn't knock anything out of place." he mumbled before looking up at her. Suddenly it clicked who she was and a small blush covered his own face. "Serif?"

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:11 PM

papyrus walks by to smell the flowersive never seen these before.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:16 PM

Her blush got even worse as she realized who this alternate was. "ch-charm!? uhhhh h-heya! s-sorry for dropping in like that!"

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:16 PM

sits on a benchpapyrus thinks "oh no...... she made a PUN didn't she?"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:20 PM

He smiled a bit at the pun, his fingers beginning to scratch at themselves a bit. "Its fine!" He was acting so weird! Why? This was just a Swap alternate this shouldn't be so difficult. "U-uh, what's up? Except for you, of course."

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:21 PM

*papyrus walks over to the two sans' are you two ok? i heard a pun and someone fall

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:23 PM

He looks over at the Papyrus, taken off guard. "Uhm, everything's fine. Sorry if we disturbed you."

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:24 PM

"no you didnt" "its ok"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:27 PM

Serif was about to answer when she noticed the newcomer. She nodded in agreement to what Charm said. She hadn't met many alternate Papyrus before and his clothing was weird too....She wasn't sure if she should say anything though. She glanced around the garden to keep from staring. "it's quite lovely here."

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:28 PM

papyrus smells another flower "yes it is lovely here

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:28 PM

"Yeah, it is." he smiled a bit, following past her gaze to the small rose bush. He should pick some for Arial. He didn't seem to notice the other's strange attire much.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:38 PM

Serif bunched into a loose ball and just looked around admiring the area. "what's your favorite kind of flower?" Her question was directed at no one in particular, up for both of them to answer if they wished.

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:39 PM

"i really dont know"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:39 PM

"Uh... I don't know. I've never gotten to see that many. There are more kinds here than I've seen in my lifetime." He paused, taking a moment to scan the area again. "I know Arial likes roses."

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:45 PM

"roses are really nice! they come in tons of colors! and each color has a different meaning! i heard you can even get a rainbow one. personally I love forget-me-nots. i've only seen them in pictures though. they're little blue flowers, pretty unassuming. but their meaning is beautiful!" Her eyelights were sparkling just thinking about it.

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:46 PM

papyrus leaves "im gonna go see you guys later bye! and serif, youve convinced me.... roses... thats my favorite, roses

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 8:00 PM

"seeya!" Serif waved as the other left. What an odd Papyrus.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 8:13 PM

"Rainbow roses..?" He should see if he could get one for Arial. "What do forget-me-nots look like?"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 8:17 PM

Serif tried to think of a better descriptor for them. Small and blue didn't say much. She remembered something. "oh! they look like this-" She opened a small portal, stuck her hand through and came back with a book. She checked the page to make sure it was the right one before showing Charm. It was a book on flower language, the history and meaning of the Forget-Me-Not was written and a picture of the plant accompanied it.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 8:23 PM

He was surprised when she opened the portal, watching in interest as she pulled out the book. He smiled a bit when she showed him the picture. "That's beautiful. I can see why you like it so much."

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 8:37 PM

She practically glowed with excitement. "i know right?! and the story behind it is really cool, albeit a bit sad." She paused for a moment. "okay really sad. this guy went to get some of these flowers for his lover but they were on a river side and he fell in. and as he was carried off by the water he told her that he'd always love her. and she never had another lover again because she only loved him. that's why these flowers stand for undying love, remembrance after partings and loyalty in a relationship." Oh dear she rambled again didn't she? "s-sorry, i didn't mean to talk so much."

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 8:44 PM

"No- it's fine! The stories behind these things are entertaining." He smiled brightly. "Its actually quite uh..." he couldn't say cute. He could say it to Swap but not to her. She might get the wrong idea! "..uhm, interesting! And sweet! The meaning I mean not the, uh, the story.." he just ended up staring at her stopping his trail of thought before he began rambling himself. "U-uh.." he quickly broke his gaze.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 8:57 PM

She was a little confused about his reaction. He must not like grim stories. She shrugged it off, story or not the flower still seemed really romantic to her. And she loved the color! "do you know much flower language? not many people do these days, besides the meaning of roses. oh! one interesting thing about roses, a dozen red roses means love and admiration, but thirteen stands for 'friends forever.' and twenty four means 'you're in my thoughts every hour of the day.' isn't that neat?"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:02 PM

Oh man that was honestly adorable. Wait- what was he thinking? Snap out of it, Sans! "That's really cool!" He beamed. "I'll have to keep it in mind. And, uh, no I don't. I only know most of the stories people tell me. I don't take the time to read a lot of stuff." His eye sight played a big part in that.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 9:12 PM

"oh i love reading! i learned most everything i know from books! i think times is the same way but i haven't really asked him. anyway, there's tons to learn from books! maybe i could recommend some to you! this one is really great! especially around this time of year if you have someone special." She winked jokingly. "maybe you could use some flower language to mess with times!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:17 PM

He laughed a bit. "Yeah! That would get him real bad!"  He suddenly felt a bit sheepish, sinking down into his jacket a bit. "I-I'm uh, just not the best reader. I can only see through one eye even clearly a-and I get a horrible headache. But thanks!"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 9:28 PM

She looked suprised, her own Charm hadn't told her that she had bad vision.  "really?! gosh that must be horrible! i have trouble already with my eyesight and it's only bad when i try to look at things far away." She thought for a moment before her smile got bright again. "how about i read to you! i read to papyrus all the time. we could have little reading parties!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:31 PM

His blush reappeared, he seemed to be surprised at the offer. He read to Papyrus too but that was about it. "R-Really?" he.. He had never had someone read to him before. "I-I mean.." his smile for a bit wider, "That would be great!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 9:32 PM

in the garden it seems there's a solid black flower there, how odd

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 9:43 PM

Serif nodded excitedly. She hadn't expected him to accept really, she didn't think her own Charm would like that, but she was overjoyed none the less. She loved teaching and reading to others. "great! i'll get some books together when i get home and when we meet you can pick which one we start with!" She was really excited thinking of all the possiblilties when she noticed the strange flower. She'd never seen a flower like that before and ended up staring at it for a long moment before walking over to get a closer look.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 9:44 PM

the flower was solid black, as if it was a living shadow of the flower next to it. if you looked closely you can see its small details

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:47 PM

Sans looked ecstatic. "Th-thanks so much, Serif!" He was beaming with happiness. She followed her over when she got up, looking at the flower. It felt... Familiar.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 9:50 PM

Serif wasn't sure if she should pick it or not. Very hesitantly she brushed a finger over one of the petals. It seemed so dark! How could anything be that black? Well...maybe she'd seen someone that color. But never any object.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:51 PM

"Uh... What type of flower is this?" he asked curiously.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:01 PM

"i....i don't know. never seen it before." Maybe some cross breed of flower? Very carefully she plucked it from the other flowers.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:02 PM

the flower suddenly starts screaming "OH GOD WHY! I HAVE A WIFE AND FAMILY!""OH GOD THE PAIN!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:05 PM

He jumps at the scream, almost falling back. "What the fuck-?"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:10 PM

Serif screeched and dropped the flower stumbling back from it and tripping over her own feet. "I'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T- I'M SORRY!" Oh gosh she was so close to a panic attack right now. Memories surfacing that really shouldn't. She forced them down as she tried to calm her breathing while still shouting apologies.

Gladion/Silvally(Ugotmail)-Last Friday at 10:11 PM

the weird mutant shadow creature steps in, staring at what's going on. sure it's leaveing black goo all over the place. but it's not their fault now is it?

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:11 PM

She changed her form back and elly looked so sorry "!AEDI ELBIRRET A SAW SIHT WENK I HHHA OT TNAEM TNDID I !YRROS OS MI DOG YM HO"she was panicking and crying repeating 'im so sorry'

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:13 PM

Sans was at Serif's side in a second, hands wavering over her. He glanced at Elly. "...hi elly."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:13 PM

she would have responded but she's busy crying and saying sorry

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:14 PM

Serif couldn't do much but stare as she kept trying to keep back her own tears. She took a long deep breath. "it's f-fine. i-i just d-didn't expect that s'all." She forced a small smile. "n-no need to b-be upset!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:15 PM

She was still sobbing a lot "!dab os uoy eracs ot naem tndid i ,knarp sselmrah elttil a od ot detnaw tsuj i !uoy deracs i tuB"she tried rubbing her tears away but it just wasnt stopping her crying "!em etah ydaerla uoy erus m'I"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:17 PM

"Elly calm down. Its fine."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:17 PM

its too late, Elly cannot get calm, she's panicking too much

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:19 PM

"e-elly! i don't hate you! it's okay!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:19 PM

"God dammit-" he turned his focus to Serif for now. "You sure you're okay, Serif?"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:22 PM

At the question she gave an obviously forced grin. "i-i'm sure."  She turned back to Elly letting the grin fall. "e-elly! c-calm down p-please!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:25 PM

"Yeah, no you're not. Its best to let her calm down on her own -- she is in the middle of panicking right now and ain't coming out of it soon." he carefully placed a hand on her shoulder. "You try to calm down first."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:25 PM

she was sniffling and rubbing her eyes, "....yldab regnarts a deracs i eveileb t'nac I" she curlled up on the ground regretting her idea to try and just do a harmless prank just silently sobbing

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:32 PM

Serif flinched at the touch, barely resisting the impulse to grab and throw him. She appreciated the gesture even so. "i-i a-am calm! i-i'm fine j-just-" Oh shit she was crying, fuck. "d-don't w-worry about me! i-it w-was j-just a prank! o-okay? h-help e-elly."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:32 PM

Elly just kinda retreats into the shadow of the flowers to try and calm herself down, still repeating sorry as she goes in

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:34 PM

"..great." What the fuck did he do? He looked around for the other. Well, that wasn't good. Where did she go? "Fuck." he mumbled before looking back at Serif. "C'mon, let me help."

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:43 PM

Why did she have to be so emotional?! She wiped at her tears and tried to calm herself but more voices kept filling her head. Calm thoughts, warm fires, falling snow, echo flowers telling stories, gentle water falling, books, numbers. She didn't want to be a bother, she didn't even know this Charm. Why did she have to get so upset? Ballroom music, fond memories, different voices, jokes, laughter. She was snapped back into reality when Charm talked to her. "o-okay....i-i'm sorry."

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:47 PM

Very carefully he hesitated before gently grabbing her hand. This calmed down Swap... Maybe it would calm down her? "Everything's fine."

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:04 PM

Serif looked down at their hands for a long moment. His words started taking the places of the other voices, the screaming begging voices that made her sins crawl up her back...."e-everything's f-f-fine." The voices faded more and more. "e-everything's fine." The panic fading. "everything's-" She took at deep breath. "fine." She managed to relax. The voices quiet for the moment.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 11:10 PM

He managed to give a small reassuring smile at her and he nodded as if to say she was doing good. His other hand covered theirs already holding. "Everything's fine. And it will be fine." He looked over to where he presumed Elly to be. "Elly, you can come out now. Its all fine."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:16 PM

She peeked her head out from the shadows of the flowers "?....i did dab oot regnarts eht eracs tndid i....?yllaer ti si"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:16 PM

Serif managed a smile back. She was so thankful. And gosh Charm was so nice. "i'm fine elly."

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 11:17 PM

"Not at all. See?" he smiled a bit brighter from Serif to Elly.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:18 PM

she slipped out all the way, she took out her spooky themed white board and wrote on it [Im still sorry for scaring you stranger...]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:21 PM

Serif gave her a smile. "it's all okay elly! are you okay?"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:21 PM

[Ive calmed down. sorry for panicking] she thought for a moment though [wait how do you know my name?]

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 11:22 PM

"Yep, everything is fine." he took a deep breath, relaxing a bit himself. He yawned a bit, blinking tiredly. He didn't realize he was still holding Serif's hand.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:25 PM

"oh sorry about that! i'm serif, an alternate of your swap! and i know your name because there is a version of you in my side of the multiverse."

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 11:28 PM

Without warning, Sans flops over onto Serif. He was fast asleep.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:30 PM

she tilted her head confused. but just kinda just accepts this [Okay..?....if your a swap of swap, does that mean your a girl or something?]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:34 PM

Serif caught Sans she was worried about him for a moment before she saw he was just sleeping. Maybe that was just a thing he did? Anyway, she carefully sat down and let him use her lap as a pillow. "well, i'm not really a swap of swap. but yes, i am a girl! from what i know, everyone has switched genders where i come from."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:36 PM

Elly thinks then slides closer to Serif [does that mean im allowed to flirt~?] Elly wiggles her eyebrows in a joking way 

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:40 PM

Serif blushed bright blue. "u-uh, s-sorry! i-i'm flattered a-and all but i'm n-not into g-girls!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:40 PM

Elly giggles and changed her form to a guy [How's this?]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:42 PM

Serif's blush just got worse. "U-UH B-BUT- I-I UH Y-YOU L-LOOK LIKE MY B-BROTHER S-SO UM....." Gosh she was so flustered

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:43 PM

Elly laughs more and falls back"hsulb elpoep hctaw ot ynnuf tsuj sti !~gniddik mI"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:45 PM

Serif pouted, her blush getting worse. "th-thats rude! d-don't you h-have any manners?!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:47 PM

He changes back to her female form [sorry sorry! i just couldnt help it. and im sure if there's a me in your universe you should know i have such little manners, i eat chairs]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:53 PM

"e-eating chairs and flirting with me are t-two different things!" She continued to pout.  "by the way, what do chairs even taste like?"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:53 PM

[it depends, i know that oak wood tastes a little like cinnamon, buts its very hard to tell]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:02 AM

"i-interesting!...?" She wasn't sure what to say to that. "uhhh...have you ever tried eating flowers? some of them are edible normally, like rose petals. kinda neat right?'

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:05 AM

[Ive eaten flowers before, they taste too leafy]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:07 AM

"well normally you'd put them in other things! i've heard people put them in icecream and salads and stuff like that!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:09 AM

she squints wondering if its better on stuff [I prefer chairs though, and pretty girls] she can't wink so the skull on her chest does it for her

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:17 AM

Serif made a choked squeak noise. "w-welp i-i'm not a-a chair a-and i'm not p-pretty s-so-" She shrugged. "u-uh a-anyway d-do you like books? i-i do! they're great! haha!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:17 AM

[I like books, i can't read them very well since. well] she taps her stitched up eye[But i do really like books about knitting!]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:23 AM

"o-oh! y-yeah. i can imagine that would b-be a little difficult." She straightened San's jacket just to have something to do with her hands. "knitting? that sounds fun!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:25 AM

[its a fun and calming passtime, i do it to calm myself when i panic, i do end up with really hurt hands though] she chuckles a little

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:28 AM

"do...you panic often? that sounds....unpleasent. the panic part. knitting sounds great though! i've been meaning to learn how to do that."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:30 AM

[i used to panic very easy, and I mean really easy, I would drop a pillow by accident and there I go, on the ground panicking. I've gotten better but I still panic when I scare someone too bad or get scared] she looks down twiddling her thumbs[i hope that one day i'll stop panicking and be, well 'normal']

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:45 AM

Serif tugged at her bandanna as it loosening it. "oh gosh...that sounds horrible. i'm sure you'll find a way to not panic as much! whenever i start to panic or get really nervous i take a deep breath to help me! have you tried doing that?" She didn't notice that she started holding Sans' hand again, it was calming to hold someone's hand for her. and Charm was like her own Charm.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:52 AM

[I try, but it's hard for me.] she leans on her hand as she keeps writing [im not exactly the best at calming myself, I usually just panic, and try to calm myself, it's hard since I don't get comfort. but I've learned to try and comfort myself]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 1:03 AM

Serif felt so much pity for the shadow girl. She'd have to tell Times that his sister needed hugs. But for now maybe she could offer them. She reached out her arm that wasn't holding Sans' hand as a sorta of offering of a hug. "s-sorry if t-this is a little awkward b-but c-can i hug you?"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 1:05 AM

she looks up and nods scoots over hugging Serif, glad for the hug "T-thank you"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 1:27 AM

Serif hugged her back as well as she could with one arm. "no problem....you looked like you really needed a hug. and...i kinda needed one too. gosh, i wish i could help you more..."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 1:31 AM

"It okay, me happy for comfort" she snuggles into the hug more "....~yfmoC"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 1:57 AM

Serif chuckled when Elly snuggled into the hug more. She nuzzled the shadow affectionately. "too bad charm fell asleep, he's missing out on elly hugs!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 1:58 AM

"siht ekil ,tfos dna pmulp flesym ekam nac i ecnis sguh tseb eht evig i dna" she makes herself a little more plump and soft, so her hug is even softer

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 2:05 AM

Serif giggled and snuggled closer to the shadow. "thats so cool! gosh you really are soft and snuggly!" She wanted to fall asleep from how comfy she was.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 2:10 AM

she giggles at little and pats Serif's head "~esaelp i revewoh ot mrof ym egnahc ot teg i ,seramthgin dna swodahs fo pu edam gnieb ot skrep eht fo eno sti !sknahT"she yawns and leans against Serif falling sleep. Welp now serif has two dorks sleeping on her

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 2:47 AM

Serif started to drift off herself. She gave Elly and Sans a kiss on the forehead, settled down in the grass being careful not to jostle the sleeping dorks, and fell asleep.