#so im just going to throw entries in whenever I can

[zeldacd]

(Hi omg its 10:30pm here i wonder if anyone will even see this atm but anyway)

I did a day for Zora May!

Today I picked "Alternative Design" and my mind immediately went to the Lionfish Mipha design showed off in the creating a champion artbook! I remember the day I saw it I immediately fell in love, and I wondered about the Mipha we could have had. (DGMW I still very much love canon Mipha!! EvenIfIWishSheWasBigger)

I just love how spikey and kinda intimidating she is!! Though I'll admit the appearance doesn't exactly match the personality of the Mipha we know, I still think it could have been a fun contrast.

[woodenanemone]

choso was a full-grown man.

a man who takes cares of his brothers, is employed, and pays his taxes. a man who can share his ideas and his thoughts with professionalism and skill. a man who can admit when he’s wrong, who can let his resentment go for the better.

so imagine his confusion when he acts like nothing but a developing teenager when you were around him.

he truly felt like his body had relapsed back to puberty. he can’t control his sweat around you, he’s switched his deodorant three times before finding something long lasting enough (although he barely spends more than a couple hours around you a day, if even that, and yet he still manages to produce so much sweat—). he can barely make eye contact with you without feeling his face grow hot (shooting down his neck, goodness, he has to fan at his face soon or he'll start sweating and he just showered for you—), a tremble in his hands, a trip in his words. the sentences that so ridiculously tumble out of his mouth are ineligible and humiliating, as if he forgot every single word he’s ever learned.

he talks to himself often.

whether it’s him walking on the way back home from your hangout, or when he’s alone at work, choso talks to himself. he walks alone and speaks your name out loud, a small awkward smile on his lips (even hearing the splendid name from his own throat dusts his cheeks pink.). he rants and analyzes how physically impossible it was for anyone to be as lovely as you. frustrated muttered outbursts of his incompetence around you. questions about if he was normal, if what he was feeling was normal (he concluded no.). these thoughts are too much to be confined within his mind, overflowing so much at the seams, he was afraid he would accidentally speak them aloud to you. so, he verbally lets them out when he’s alone, before his mouth gets the best of him. he never feels further from sanity when he talks to himself. but since it’s about you, well… it makes him feel better pretty quickly.

he writes about you.

talking to himself and thinking about you only helped him so much. he still feels a nervousness in his chest, needing to convey these feelings in some other form. so, he started scribbling little notes about you on napkins at restaurants and cafes, soon throwing them away; but he soon garners a deep hatred for this. anything that reminds him of you, anything at all, whether it be from his own hand or out in the world, has to be cherished. If not, what sort of insult is it to you? so, he buys a notebook. it’s a small one, black and dull, pocket sized so he can write about you whenever he so pleases. the first few entries are sloppy and messy, hurried so he could get the thought out before it slips his mind. but he soon grew a hatred for this as well. even thoughts written about you must be written with such a delicacy and care, even though you’ll never see it.

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When you look at me,

I forget that this world is capable of hatred and misery.

How could a being so light and pure,

Exist next to a miserable soul such as I?

the more i write about choso the less i feel i should be walking the streets as a free citizen. put me in a padded room, im not okay

[s-4pphics]

rip, halloweekend! (e.w.)

hi😳 it’s my last week as a student and i felt sad so i wrote fratadjacent!ellie lol. literally just wanted to reminisce on party hookups since they’re over for me </3 

wc;cw: 3.4k mmm, MDNI!!, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL IM VERY BUSY LOL, all ocs r black coded y’all see it, mentions of (faux)blood and vomit like once, alcohol weed it’s a party duh, 21 and tee grizzley promo like pay me, girls kissing🤭, dubcon(every1 is faded af lol), ellie’s sleazy, mentions of orgies and anal? uh oh, ellie’s so cocky <3, dirty talk, fingering, eating out no mcdonalds, spanking ass and tits lol, okie yeah dassit <3 

everyone say thank u to the loml @fandomshitpostingqueen 4 the title :3

Your school always turned up and out for Halloween. 

You and your friends had been complaining about how trash the parties have been for months, but now the streets are littered with people dressed as bare as possible in the freezing cold. They were all shotgunning beers in the middle of the street, blasting trap music through their portable speakers, throwing up everywhere. 

And you were so excited! This was going to be fun. 

You never particularly liked going to frat parties: their houses were never clean, it was always boiling hot in the basement, and the cops almost always showed up to shut the entire place down (only for another party to blow up in the early hours in the morning, and they shut them down, too! Fuckers!). But after your first ever mind-numbing, toe-curling, drunken fuck with… her at the Alpha Sigma Phi house in September last year, you hardly ever stepped foot in clubs again. 

You two weren’t super close even though you fucked on and off, but you were friends with her housemate, Riley, so whenever she invited you over, you would discreetly watch Ellie silently making cereal—high out of her mind—in only her sports bra and gray sweats. You hadn’t seen her since the start of the semester, when she’d dropped off your wobbly, highly intoxicated roommate with after she’d snapped you a hey. ur roomie drank alooottt and is really fucked up rn imma drop her off leave the door unlocked pls lol. 

It was a mystery how they got past your building's security since your roommate could barely hold up her I.D. according to Ellie, but you didn’t press since she seemed in a rush to get back to the party she was at. She quickly laid your friend in her bed before throwing you a quick see ya! before fleeing out the door. You didn’t even have a chance to properly look at her before your own door slammed in your face. 

And now here you are, standing in the frat entry line freezing your ass off in your slutty, glittery angel costume with a cheap, but feathered halo atop your head. Your dress barely passed your thighs, and your white, lace-up heels were getting scuffed on the concrete. You didn’t even want to be an angel, but your friends forced you to match with them with their demands of Were gonna be Charlie’s Angels, bitch I’m not playing!, to which you’d argue, they weren’t actually angels, clown! But after three days of consistent glares and pleading from your googly-eyed group, you gave in. 

“Bro, I’m so fuckin’ excited. I need more shots, I need more shots! —“

“Can you shut the fuck up, you sound crazy,” your good friend, Cleo said to your… feening friend, Evelyn. A gust of Fall wind blew past all of you, and you shivered in unison. 

“It’s too fucking cold for this shit! If y’all would’ve let me down that Svedka bottle, I would be warm as fuck right now!” Evelyn pressed at both of you between chattering teeth. 

“Bitch, you almost peed in these people's kitchen sink the last time you did some stupid shit like that! In front of everyone!” Cleo scolded with a glare, and Evelyn scoffed before turning away to look at the moving line. Your friend then turned her attention to you. 

“You tryna see your girlfriend?” Cleo said to you with a smirk while she hit her dab, and you rolled your eyes so hard, they almost fell out. 

“She’s not my fuckin’ girlfriend, shut up,” you tried to say as convincingly as possible. They both snorted at your attempts, clearly in denial. 

Your friends always made it sound like you were in love with Ellie when she was brought up. You could admit to having a crush on her, sure, but you weren’t always craving her attention. You let her come and go as she pleased, and you did the same. 

Your thoughts were cut off by some drunk, obnoxious asshole screaming at the two of you to pull out your school I.Ds. You all did, and the door immediately pulled open, and you were hit in the face with the bass from the speakers. You all entered, hand in hand, and watched people dance in masks, people making out, people twerking on the counter. And you all were finally warm. 

You moved through the packed, LED lit house to where everyone was dancing, and you and your friends made a small circle in the middle of the crowded floor. Evelyn managed to snag an unopened bottle of Tito’s from the counter and you, and Cleo stared in shock as she downed three large gulps like it was water. You snatched the bottle from her before she could get any more down, only to take three large sips of your own, before turning to Cleo, ushering her to lean her head back so you could pour some in her mouth. 

You felt lighter. 

Thirty minutes passed, and Cleo was throwing it back on you, and you were throwing it back on Evelyn as she clumsily thrusted her hips into your ass, bottle in hand. Your halo was tipping, you were sweating out your press, and your glittery liner was smudging, but you couldn’t give a fuck. 21 was on, and nothing else mattered. 

Until Evelyn stopped, pulling you up to her chest and sloppily whispered that she had to pee. You shook your head as you giggled, pulling a very high Cleo up to guide her to the bathroom by her iced-out wrist.

The line for the bathroom was so fucking long. What the fuck. 

But you and your friends were finally next. Evelyn was leaning back against the wall as she squeezed her legs together, whining out quiet dontpeedontpeedontpee’s to herself with her eyes shut. You shook your head at her. 

However, you all immediately stiffened when you heard a desired squeal of fuck yes, like that! coming from the bathroom. That’s why y’all were standing here for so fucking long?! So somebody could get their nut?! 

Cleo shook her head with a I know you fuckin’ lying before banging her fist on the door. “Bro, hurry the fuck up! We don’t have time for this shit!”

“Hold the fuck on, damn!” and your back straightened at the voice, eyebrows furrowing. Ohh, shit oh fuck! —

And the door swung open, revealing a very flushed Ellie, lips glistening and eyes tinted pink with a black cloak on, Scream mask in hand. She even had fake blood smeared on her face. And a girl in a devil costume hopping off the counter, adjusting the horns on her head. 

You made eye contact with Ellie, and she froze, only to quirk her slit brow at you, slowly gazing at your attire from top to bottom before reconnecting your eyes. You shivered, and she smirked. 

The demon girl snatched Ellie’s wrist to lead her out of the bathroom as Evelyn rushed in, barely shutting the door behind her. You held Ellie’s searing contact as she trailed behind the girl, nodding her head in greeting as she brushed past you, leaving the hallway. You turned towards Cleo, who’d been barricading the door for Evelyn, shaking her head at you with a knowing grin. You let out a quiet fuck you as she busted out laughing. 

Sometime in the night, you all scurried back to the dance for when First Day Out blasted through the speakers. You have zero recollection of what happened after you ran towards the packed dance floor(all your liquor body-slammed you at once!), but your tongue was shoved in Cleo’s mouth as she grinded on Evelyn, holding her by her thigh to pull her closer. She pulled away, licking your bottom lip as you both smiled before your hazy gaze traveled behind Evelyn, locking with the ones you were conflicted about seeing tonight. 

Ellie was smoking by herself, just watching you. You held her stare as you wrapped your arms around Cleo, drunkenly waving your hand to lure her over. She smirked around her blunt before shrugging, shaking her head no. You sent her a pout. 

“Ellie’s over there,” you bent down to talk in Cleo’s ear. 

She hummed in acknowledgment against your neck, “We’ll be alright. Go see her.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah, I got her,” She said in reference to a very drunk Evelyn screaming out YOU KNOW I BROUGHT MY KNIFE!

“Text me if anything happens, okay?” You demanded, and she nodded before encouragingly patting your ass. 

You unwrapped yourself from your friend, squeezing through the crowd until you reached a very… calm Ellie. She was leaning back with her head propped up against the wall, doing tricks with every exhale of smoke. You leaned up next to her, shoulder to shoulder. 

Neither of you said anything, but she held her blunt up to your face. You accepted, parting your lips to inhale the smoke as you watched the lit tip shine orange. You pulled away, leaving the remnants of your gloss behind, and breathed in before exhaling away from her. 

You watched as she pulled her phone out, slowly typing something out with one hand as she ripped from the blunt again. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your bra. 

You looked at her suspiciously before pulling it out, unlocking it to open the snap from Ellie.

e: cum upstairs? 

y: 😐

You turned to her and watched her smile before typing. You looked back down at your phone. 

e: lemme give u some imsorry head :(

y: 😐

e: pleek 

y: where

e: upstairs duh 

e: jesses gone 4 the weekend so ye

e: fuckin u in his room lol 

… Who the fuck is Jesse?

You didn’t get an opportunity to respond before you felt her grab your wrist, pulling you into the crowd. You couldn’t help but look up at her frame, loose strands of her ponytail falling out, her dangly earrings, her fucking shoulders, her neck moving every time she looked back to check on you. She looked so fucking good, fuck—

You felt a smack on your ass, and before you could turn to beat the fuck out of whoever it was, you caught your friends giggling at you. Cleo suddenly made her O-face as Evelyn pretended to hit it from the back before they started laughing at you again. You stared blankly at them. 

“Okay?” You heard Ellie say in your ear, lips brushing against yours. You only nodded before turning back to face her. 

You watched as she looked behind you before smiling and looking back down at you with a headshake. She turned and led you towards the staircase. 

She pulled open a door—Jesse’s, you guess— at the end of the hall. It was a bit messy, but you ignored it as she closed the door behind you. 

“Where’s Riley? I haven’t seen her at all,” you said as she looked at you. 

“Dunno.” She replied simply, ripping from her roach. 

“…You got bored quick,” You hoped she knew what you meant. 

“Mhm,” she said as she exhaled before stubbing it out on the dresser. 

And then silence. 

This is awkward. You hoped she would be ripping your halo off by now.  

“You look cute.” 

“You don’t,” you replied sharply. Fuck, yes she does, she always does. 

She snickered at you before kicking her chucks off, “That girl thought I did.” 

You’re going to strangle her. 

“Fuck you.” 

“You’re gonna,” she said as she stepped closer. 

“You’re a slut.” 

“I am,” Another step. She said with a slimy grin. “The dirtiest.” 

You hated how wet that made you. 

“Your friends are funny,” She said with another step, finally in your space as she spoke quietly. “And they’re hot.” 

“I know they are.” 

“Orgy?” She asked with a bright smile.

“Ellie, are we fucking or not? M’feet hurt,” you slurred out, rolling your eyes. 

“You look so good right now,” she said more to herself than to you, it seemed. She’d been so quiet, tone filled with awe. Your face ran hot. 

“Wanna kiss,” She said as she leaned forward. 

You placed a hand on her chest. “‘M not about to kiss you, you were just giving somebody head, like, an hour ago.” 

“So?” She said, grinning wider. 

“The fuck d’you mean so? That’s gross, Ellie.” you said with an agitated tone. 

“Wanna bend you over his dresser,” She said silkily, and it made you clench tight. “Missed you, y’know?” 

You didn’t reply as you looked at her skeptically. She didn’t care, grabbing you by your hips to pull you closer, bodies now flush against each other. She bent down to plant soft kisses on your neck. You would’ve complained, but her mouth felt so good, fuck.

“You wet enough?” She whispered out against your throat before sucking on the wet spot. You threw your arms around her neck, your knees buckling. 

“Gettin’ there, keep kissing me like that,” you breathed out in a shaky whisper. You felt her smile against you before licking over where she sucked. 

You felt her hands travel down to your ass, as she grabbed both cheeks tightly in both hands. You let out a breathy moan at her grip before you felt her slap a cheek, and then the other. 

“Take this shit off,” she whispered out as she hiked your dress over your hips. You pulled it over your head, tossing it near the bed along with your halo. 

“Fuck you, I spent time making this,” you said with a pout as she laughed softly. She grabbed your bare tits in her hands before sucking a nipple into her mouth. You moaned as you peered down to watch her flick it. 

She switched sides, sucking the hardened bud into her mouth while she hummed quietly. Your hips pressed against her.

“Prettiest fuckin’ tits,” She whispered against your breast. “Gonna fuck ‘em one day, I swear to god.” 

You moaned at her promise as you felt her slap your ass again before whispering a get over there, nodding towards the dresser. You scurried over as quickly as your heeled feet could manage, tits bouncing with every step. You leaned back against it with your hands propped up behind you as you watched her pull your halo from your discarded fabric. 

“Gotta keep this on,” she said as she walked over, dangling it between two fingers. “For… affect, and whatnot.” 

“Right.” 

“Mhm,” she said as she carefully placed it on your head. “Turn around.” 

You listened without question, and you were faced with your own reflection. Your wet nipples, your rising and falling chest, your wet thong. And her darkly looming behind you closely, all bloody and grinning. Another gush of wetness in your underwear. 

“You know what I think?” She said into your ear, meeting your eyes in the mirror. 

You hummed out questioningly. 

“We’d make a sexy cam-couple,” She whispered huskily as she licked your ear and you couldn’t stop squirming, pushing back on her as she grinded forward. “I could see it now: ‘slutty Scream murders cute angelic pussy’, we’d get paid so fuckin’ good.” 

“You’re stupid,” you shakily whispered out as she reached around to pull at your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned back against her, one hand reaching behind you to wrap around her neck while the other dug into her jean-covered thigh. 

She slapped your tits as she messily kissed your neck, sucking more bruises into the skin as she moaned against you. You felt one of her hands disappear from your tits, and before you could move to bring it back, you felt it grab the back of your neck to push you down against the dresser, arms falling in front of you in reflex. Your eyes tore open, and you were met with your sloppy-looking reflection. Lip gloss completely gone, eye-makeup smeared, sweated-out press sticking to your forehead(dammit!), and your halo lopsidedly hanging off your head. 

“Uh huh,” she muttered out as she watched you through the mirror, slowly thrusting her hips forward like she was fucking you and fuck, you wanted to fuck so bad. You hated how you instinctively pushed back on her, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Would make a sexy little pornstar.” 

“Fuck, El, ‘m so wet, c’mon, please! —” 

“Gonna baby, just lemme look at you,” she said back, and you whined, pushing back on her again. You wish she had her dick with her! 

“Make me cum, El, pleeease,” you whined out again, and you felt her slam a hot hand on your ass. You cried out as your cheek seared. 

You felt her slowly pull your panties to the side. You lifted your head to watch her through the mirror: her brows pulled down, her lip between her teeth, and she had the audacity to release a glob of spit on your pussy. You felt a gush of wetness leave you as it trailed down your pussy. 

“You’re so nasty,” you slurred out quietly. 

She reconnected your eyes in the mirror, and she grinned cunningly. You felt her free hand come up to run slow, deep circles on your slippery clit, and you moaned out as your eyes fluttered shut. You dropped your chin on the dresser in relief. 

“Cutest fuckin’ pussy, can tell she missed me,” you clenched tighter gushed wetter at her tone, your pussy screaming missed you so much, daddy! You could tell she noticed when she snickered out a small yeah, you did.

And then you felt her slide a finger in. Your jaw dropped as you gasped wetly, and you hated how she immediately found that spot that makes you scream. Your walls were gripping her finger tight tight tight—

“Fuck, angel, gonna gimme this pussy later?” 

“Fuck yes, ‘s yours!” 

“Yeah? Say it again,” and she dug her finger in deeper. 

“‘S your pussy, daddy, make me cum!” 

She gently pushed another finger in and she grinded them into you, barely pulling out. You hadn’t even noticed that the grip she had on your neck disappeared, her other hand reaching around you to massage your clit. You stayed bent over the dresser so she could hit it deeper, and fuck, she made you feel so good!

Your eyes were glued shut as you breathed and moaned out, but you felt her press kisses all over your ass, biting the cheeks. Your eyes fluttered open as she sat up, slowing down her fucking. She met your eyes to ask, “You ever get your ass fucked?” 

You barely reacted at her bluntness due to your hazy mind, but you shook your head no. She nodded as she pouted. She went back to fingering your cunt. 

“Mmh, you can if you w-wanna, when you take me home later, shit—“

“Who said I was takin’ you home? Hm?” She said and you heard the smirk in her voice. She pressed up against that spot harder as she slid another finger in. 

“Fuuuck!—“ 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes, baby, yesyesyes!—“

You watched her drop to her knees and felt her suck your clit in her mouth and your eyes rolled back and it was about to make you cum—

The sloppy noises of her sucking your pussy and the soppy sounds of her fingers inside you made you hotter, and you felt that burning feeling pulling in your gut.

“El, fuck, baby, I’m gonna— “ 

“C’mon angel, get me wet, want it all over my fuckin’ face— “ 

You couldn’t hear all the nasty shit she was muttering on your pussy as she fucked you through your nut, her lips taking your throbbing clit back in your mouth as she massaged that spot inside you. She was eating you like you were paying her for it and fuck you would if she asked. 

“Taste so fuckin’ good, no one tastes this good, what the fuck,” she said dazed. You knew she was watching your pussy twitch as you rode out the aftershocks on your orgasm, slowly fucking her fingers into you. 

You felt her stand up, slowly rubbing your clit as you calmed down, planting gentle, wet kisses onto your back. 

“You good?” She whispered against you, and you nodded against the desk. 

She chuckled gently, massaging your ass in both her hands before pressing a kiss on a cheek, “C’mon, we’re leaving.” 

You barely could catch your breath, “W’na dance, still.” 

“No, you don’t,” she said, licking up your spine. You felt her press her lips to your ear before she whispered. “Text your friends and tell ‘em we’re leaving. ‘M dropping them off so I can fuck this ass.” 

You shuddered. 

And nodded. 

And she cheesed wide. 

see yall inna week or so lol c:

[burnedbyshoto]

for want of a bento box

– It’s plain and simple, you see, someone is stealing your bento boxes and you will find your lunch thief! Or, in which Todoroki Shouto keeps taking your bento box and you declare war. 

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pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, shouto is a bad chef, I believe I made reader pretty gender neutral but I whipped this out in two hours and I can no longer remember if I used any fem!pronouns but im pretty sure I didn’t

word count: 3,060

a/n: this is for the wonder coworker bnharem collab! I had intended on writing a completely different theme and storyline but was very overwhelmed by how much time it actually needed to be written compared to the amount of time I actually had. that version will be out another time! but for now, enjoy some pure flufffffff!!!!

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Having a normal, functioning, well-paying job was probably the most desirable thing to you. It wasn’t to say that you were slacking or that you were homeless, broke, and never to be seen again because you were that in debt. But it was nice having a job!

When you entered the prestigious Toshinori Company, you joined not as an entry-level job employee but as a senior representative. You thought it was crazy.

It had to be crazy.

You had no prior experience, and now you were going to be in charge and the lead in certain areas?!

“And that was the entire layout of the office!” Mina chirped happily, throwing herself onto the desk chair across from yours with a big smile. “Any questions?”

“I don’t think so,” you mutter, brows creased as you look around the room again. 

The office space was ample, sleek, open. Each desk has its own grand computer that you currently could not afford with your own money, comfortable chairs, and beautiful wood desks. It was elegant, far superiorly fancy, and yet, you didn’t feel out of place. Strange.

“Oh!” you say with a roll of your eyes as you reach below your desk to bring up your packed lunch. “Where was the break room again? I need to refrigerate my food!”

“Omg, of course, come this way!” Mina grins, standing up and motioning you to follow her. You smile gratefully and do. 

The entire way to the office, Mina takes the time to point at the many different people on the floor and give them names. Everyone so far had sort of acknowledged you earlier as Mina was giving you the official tour. Some were much more open and friendly, and some had sneers or blank stares that left you dumbstruck. 

Definitely a personable group.

“Hm, well, I guess Todoroki-kun isn’t here today?” Mina mutters as you enter the break room that has couches and comfortable-looking chairs. “Such a shame! You would have loved to see the office hottie!”

You snort at that, lips curled into a granulous smile as you place your plastic container with food into the fridge. “I’m sure I’ll live,” you brush off the fact that there was an absent person on your floor today.

“That’s the thing, though,” Mina points a finger at you, a lone eyebrow raised and a confident smirk on her face. “You won’t be thinking that again the moment you see him!”

You laugh, eyes crinkling as Mina joins your laughter. Eventually, she motions for the both of you to leave, and you nod in understanding. And with a weird sense of comfort and belonging, you realized that this job was going to be good. 

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.

Eventually, you had been working at Toshinori Company for two months.

Sixty-two days to be precise, and in all that time, you had only met Todoroki Shouto once. Even then, you had only seen the man walking through the office with a blank face, fingers in his pockets as two other men were walking in front of him, bickering lightly.

Had Mina not quite literally thrown herself across the table and gripped the collar of your shirt and twisted your head to look at him, you would have never caught a glimpse at the man with red and white hair. The three of them walked into the break room and came back out with their own lunches before leaving.

And that was it.

You had learned that the three of them (Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, and Bakugou Katsuki) were within your department but worked very closely with the very high up members within the company. Many rumors pointed at one of the three taking over the company when the current CEO stepped down. They were, however, on the roster for your floor; they just never appeared except to pick up their lunches. Something they seemed to come to grab whenever you were a) way too fucking busy or b) not in the room.

You weren’t too bothered, though.

It wasn’t like you were trying to date one of them! You had only wanted to say hi.

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Now, at ninety days, you had your first and probably most crucial evaluation. 

Toshinori Yagi, the man who founded and currently ran this company, sat before you, looking at papers within a folder with tired but kind blue eyes. He nodded, impressed (hopefully), making small comments about the work you had been able to accomplish, a smile becoming a warming grin as he looked up.

“I’m impressed by the performance you’ve managed to attend to despite the short while you’ve been here, y/l/n-shojo,” Toshinori spoke, his fingers threading together and placing them onto the table. “I knew it was an excellent decision to put you in that position, and you exceeded my entire expectation!”

You flushed at that, lips twitching as you attempted to suppress that smile of yours. 

“Thank you, Toshinori-san,” you practically wheeze as he waves off your thanks.

“No need to thank me, you’ve done all this work!” he laughs, tired eyes closing with a glorious supply of crow's feet blooming at the corner of his eyes. “Typically, at these evaluations, I ask a bunch of questions because there isn’t too much anyone can do in their first ninety days, I must admit.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm, but because I am curious, is there anything that has been happening as of late that you feel needs to be addressed with me?”

You felt yourself stiffen but knew your one and only complaint was not something to bring up in this setting.

“No, nothing,” you shrug, and Toshinori beams.

“I’m glad!”

Now, the problem.

The big, fat, stinky, hooligan, wanting to throttle someone problem.

For the past sixty of your ninety days, someone has been stealing your lunch.

Yes, you heard that correctly; someone was stealing your damn lunch! Every morning you woke up and prepared a delicious bento box for yourself. Some days you went as far as cutting shapes into your fruits and veggies just to make yourself grin. You weren’t the best chef in the world, but your bento boxes were pretty enough to make up for it, in your opinion. But the thing is, every day when you went into the communal fridge, you noticed two things.

One, your bento box was no longer in the same place, and two, the bento box was not yours at all.

The food was disastrously organized. Rice and lettuce spilling out in every partition in the box. The fruit and veggies often packed in this box had multiple cuts in them, implying that whoever did this was less than ideal with a knife. The meat was often oversalted, the sushi never sitting together, and everything was just… not it.

The first time you had sighed and eaten it, grumbling about how your precious lunch was stolen. But you had quickly figured out that it was inedible, and Mina, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu thank god, offered to share their meals. 

Seeing that you were distressed about how someone stole your egg and octopus sausages one day, Mina declared that they would watch the break room for whoever was stealing your light blue bento box. The first day you staked out, you had done it with Mina. But ten minutes into waiting around, you needed to pee. So you stood up and left in a hurry, leaving Mina alone.

But when you returned, Mina was gone, instead standing by Kirishima’s desk with a bright grin and a stance that screamed that she heard something she liked (gossip, possible in-office romance, a love confession?). Her jaw dropped as she noticed you and Kirishima had turned and waved in your direction as you raced into the break room to open the fridge, and sure enough, your bento was gone.

The next time, you staked out with Uraraka. Your arms were folded, your bladder cleared, and your lips twisted into a pout as you glared and stared down every single member who entered the room. Uraraka whispered to you her guesses about just who might be the thief, every other person rating an 8/10 likelihood of stealing your lunch.

But as the both of you sat there, your eyes narrowed at each passerby, no one came to collect your bento today.

“Deku-kun, no packed lunch today?” Uraraka asked as the green, curly-haired man you had only met once previously raced into the break room, grabbing the extra chopsticks meticulously hidden in the third bottom draw.

“Ah, Uraraka-san, y/l/n-san! Uh, no,” Midoriya greeted you both, who apparently responds to the nickname Deku, laughs off as he grabs a handful of napkins. “Todoroki-kun left all our lunches in his car by accident, and well… they spoiled… Kacchan’s pissed, so I ran off to get lunch for us today!”

Uraraka laughed, shaking her head, “Leave it to Todoroki-kun to act that way.”

Midoriya laughed, bright and clearly in agreement, “You should have seen his face when Kacchan asked for his lunch! I swear–”

“HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GRAB FUCKING CHOPSTICKS, SHIT-KU! I’M FUCKING STARVING!” a voice roared from nowhere near the entrance of the break room. You did, however, jump a bit, eyes turning toward the break room entrance to see the blond man (Bakugou? Kacchan? You had no idea which was correct) near the entrance of the floor. 

“It’s only been a minute, Kacchan, relax!” Midoriya laughs, completely unaffected by the startling shout as he waves goodbye to both you and Uraraka before leaving, joining Bakugou as the both of them seem to talk comfortably… well, maybe more like bickering.

“Why are they–”

“Childhood friends, apparently,” Uraraka sighed, but the smile on her face betrays her exasperation.

No one stole your bento that day.

Yaoyorozu took up the third stake out, the two of you idly chatting about tea. You honestly had no idea what to talk about with Yaomomo; she was often just so elegant and mature despite being your age. When you learned that her family was in charge of the Yaoyorozu Corp, it had been strangely easy to accept that. 

It made sense.

So as the two of you stood at the kitchen sink, boiling water for tea Yaomomo swore would be the best matchup for your packed nigiri, the both of you missed the man who walked into the room, opened the fridge, and took your lunch.

“I… I am so sorry,” Yaomomo apologized, head bowed dangerously low as the both of you looked at the sloppily cut salmon in your not actual bento. “Please eat my food in reparation.”

“No, it’s okay,” you sigh, chewing on the somehow still warm salmon. “I deserved this loss.”

Luck was just on this man's side, it seemed. No matter what you did, you could never catch the man in action, and you were ready to give up.

But this was the last attempt you said to yourself as you returned to your office floor, the evaluation done, and the rest of your life coming to light. You could do this. No! You WOULD do this!

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“Why don’t you just put your name on your bento box?” Bakugou asked, a lone eyebrow raised in what you could only assume was judgment and pity. The explosive man was standing in the doorway of the breakroom, watching as you and Mina were trying to climb up the counters of the breakroom to grab the camera you had previously planted. “Obviously, it doesn’t have your name on it.”

“Um,” you squeak, having been obviously caught by someone who intimidated you just the slightest bit. “That’s a good idea, thank you, Bakugou-san.”

“Tch, whatever, just clean up the damn counters, fucking nasty standing up on there. Some people prepare their food there.”

“We would never forget to do that!” you argue, desperate to not leave a bad impression on this man.

“I don’t know much about you, but I know raccoon eyes over there would.”

“MY NAME IS MINA!”

“Like I care.”

He left without so much as a wave but did seem to nod with his departure. You sighed as you hopped off the counter, Mina grabbing the cleaning supplies as she cursed out the long-gone man under her breath. 

But you were looking at the fridge with your missing bento box.

“I can’t believe I never put my name on it.”

“It’s okay! Not even Yaomomo thought of it, so I say we are still smart!”

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It was the next day, you were at your desk, anxious as hell as you did your work, trying not to focus on the fact that it was lunchtime and you were actively avoiding the break room. You wondered if they wouldn’t come and collect it today. If somehow they were an asshole and wouldn’t care if your name was on it! What would happen then? What if it was someone like Bakugou who was taking your lunch? What then? You were sure you would cave in slight fear and major intimidation if he said that your lunch was his now.

“Want a cutie while we wait, cutie?” Mina asked, waving the small tangerine in her fingers as she grins.

“Please,” you say in gratitude for the food because you were starving. “Thank you.”

Eventually, you lost track of what was happening, becoming all too invested in the conversation that Mina was telling you about that involved Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugou, Midoriya, twenty-seven Red Bulls, fifteen Monsters, and five shots of sake. It seemed that the former two were quite big instigators when they wanted to be, and the latter two were unable to back away from challenges, especially when the other was involved.

“Y/l/n?” an unfamiliar voice called from behind you, and you turned partially in your chair as you looked behind you.

Standing behind you was a tall man with red and white hair, and from this distance, you noticed immediately that his eyes were a deep grey and brilliant blue.

Todoroki Shouto.

“T-Todoroki-san!” you greet him back, voice unable to keep from trembling as your nerves shot up. What was going on? You two had never interacted before! He was always gone, never present, and whenever he was in the office, it seemed that you weren’t there.

He cleared his throat and raised up two identical bento boxes.

“It seems… I have apparently been stealing your bento boxes,” he concludes, pressing the blue bento box with your name written on it into your hands.

Your jaw drops as your fingers curve around the cool plastic, eyes blinking up a storm as you try to abstain from laughing high pitched and ugly like. 

“It was you?!”

A pink color blooms onto his cheeks as he averts his eye contact with you and nods slowly, “I am so sorry.”

“I just… how?!” you exclaim, exasperated, this man obviously being a bit dense if he had no idea he was taking your bento box!

“I prepare my bento boxes the night before, and I don’t really remember what I put into them….” Todoroki explains slowly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his tongue clicking the roof of his tongue. “I just thought that my cooking was improving and that I was somehow doing an amazing job.”

The grin that overcomes your face is one of subtle, strange fondness and soft warmth. “I can tell you that you probably haven’t improved much,” you tease, opening your bento box to see your prepared meal for the day. 

Cucumber salad, bulgogi beef, rice, and some fruit.

It was packed exactly how you remembered.

“I can’t believe I finally get to eat a meal I prepared,” you continue to tease, your eyes moving up to meet Todoroki, who was also looking at your bento previously. “Thank you for returning my meals and apologizing.”

“It was nothing,” Todoroki waved off with a single hand before opening up his own disastrously assembled bento box. It looked worse than usual today. Everything was just thrown in, it seemed. You saw egg and rice, but everything else in there was indescribable. He smiles at you before sighing at his bento. “This looks more like my stuff.”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You want to share my bento box? I’m sure you probably don’t want to return to that.”

“No, it’s okay,” Todoroki gently declined, although he looked at your bento with great want. He cleared his throat, gaze moving to lock on yours, and you swore his cheeks were still pink but no longer from embarrassment. “I just wanted to come and apologize for stealing your lunch for so long and to thank you for the meals; they were all delicious. Especially the soba you had made.”

“It’s all good; it’s in the past now,” you say gently, somehow finding yourself falling for a man you’ve barely just begun to talk with. The both of you stare at each other, and your skin feels warm. You chuckle, gaze averting for a moment before returning as you tease him. “Although, if you steal from me again, I’m not so sure if I’ll be so lenient.”

“It won’t happen again, promise,” Todoroki smiles, and you feel your spine melt. “But I would love to make it up to you somehow. I can make you dinner one night or something?”

You laugh, head shaking, “No, absolutely not; I don’t trust your cooking skills just yet. But you can definitely take me out to dinner.”

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” Todoroki agrees, and the both of you fall silent as the shy stares continue. “Does, um… is Friday at seven okay with you?”

“That works,” you say, and Todoroki smiles.

“Good, I’ll uh, see you then?”

“See you,” you agree with a sweet smile before turning around, your fingers raised in a small wave. 

You turn to see Mina, Uraraka, and Yaomomo staring at you, eyes comically wide and so very intrigued.

“Oh… my… GOD!” Mina shrieked as Todoroki walks away, and you shriek as she jumps across the table and shakes you, screaming about office romances and meet-cutes being entirely too underrated. “PROMISE ME I’LL BE INVITED TO THE WEDDING!!!!”

“MINA!”

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It would take about three years of dating, several months of teaching Shouto how to cook, which resulted in a few bellyaches. Still, eventually yes, Mina would be invited to your wedding.

[deer-knight]

rapier journal - entry six

today was a mixed bag of longsword, case, single, and dagger work with the captain, dustman, lion, the frenchman, and the frenchman’s son (he/him) who i’ll call frenchson lol.

full entry will as usual be under the cut.

i am very excited about my progress with longsword. i fought the captain, the frenchman, and lion in longsword, and im starting to properly figure out how the thing moves. my distancing is getting better, but i’m still pretty hesitant about throwing thrusts - i tend to lean toward making push and pull cuts as opposed to calibrating a thrust. the thrusts i did throw were mostly well calibrated, with a select few hard shots that i feel icky about.

when i fought the frenchman it was longsword vs two short swords, which is tricky business. as soon as he got on the inside of my distance, it was pretty hard to detangle and reset. but i figured out that if i could snipe just one hand, i could almost always win against his single short sword. good stuff to note.

with both the captain and lion it was longsword vs longsword, which is quite glorious stuff. lion was quick to praise the way i adapted to the handling of the two-hander, and gave some advice about dealing with only having one hand in the event of losing one - it comes down a lot to forearm strength, and when you’re one-handing a two-handed sword the strategy is to largely just keep your distance long and be patient if you can. the leverage is wack and the control drops significantly. it’s a time to be reserved about energy use and to be smart - take the targets that are closest to you. hands and arms are good targets - you don’t have to stab the squishy bits if you can get rid of their arms.

we also fought some bouts with single, which was good stuff. lion always comes with personal challenges he wants to work with, like his recent thing of only fighting with one arm to practice having lost one mid-fight. he’s still quite slow for me i think, and fairly predictable in his patterns. he has good footwork and a very solid understanding of the sport though, so i feel like i learn a lot whenever we cross blades.

fighting the captain with longsword is just...wow, she’s just so lethal. she is so much fun to fight and be killed by. i will absolutely be requesting a longsword session with her every practice now. oh! and i got to watch her fight with sword and cloak today! it was incredible to watch. it had been a long long time since she broke out the cloak, and it is just so gosh dang cool to see her in action with it.

i fought case and single against the dustman. he still has some pretty significant footwork stuff to improve on, but he’s quick on his feet and makes swift retreats, which is tricky. i couldn’t seem to advance on him quickly enough to land shots often enough for it to be a super noticeable pattern, which is a unique challenge. it’s predictable, yes, but also difficult to counter. if he keeps out of distance all the time, how to lure him in closer... i’ll have to think on that. i might just have to move to the defensive and rely more on patient counterattacks. we shall see.

frenchson did so great! i had never fought him before as he wasn’t old enough to fight with the adults, but what a treat! we both fought sword and dagger. his calibration and footwork need some work, but he’s quick and creative with his shots. i also think he might’ve been a bit nervous, as he had a different sort of conservation fighting me than he did when fighting his father. i will have to see if i notice any further patterns from him.

i had some brief passes with a new fighter as well, but not enough substance to write much about. i was fighting in slow motion and mainly playing the slow-reaction defense game so she could get used to going offensive. i think she’ll figure out the footwork just fine, but her wrist droops when she gets tired, so some stamina/muscle buildup is necessary.

my brainspace was pretty good today, but i totally felt the gap of not having practice last week. it for sure has to be a weekly thing for me to stay in good form - both in mind and body. i want to re-learn the italian forms that the captain taught the last time, as i’ve mostly forgotten them now and also didn’t remember to ask her about it today. cause i’m silly.

so there - for next time, more longsword, more guard drills, more of everything. i love this sport.

[cheesecake-beech]

I'm bored and hyperfixating so here's what pokemon I think the Vicious 6 would have/like, BUT for each, I'm throwing in one pokemon that resembles what they got transformed into by the zodiac, just to add a little spice.... also everyone gets an Eeveelution cause I love them.

Belle Bottoms: Belle would probably only want pokemon that are both beautiful AND powerful. She'd probably have a Gardevoir, a Milotic, and a Ninelates.

For the eeveelution, Im gonna day Sylveon, and for her zodiac animal pokemon, Im gonna say Rayquaza seems like a good fit.

Jean-Clawed: CRABS! He would definitely have a team of crabs!! Hes got a theme and hes gonna stick with it. He'd have a Krabby or Kingler (of course), a Crawdaunt, and a Clawitzer.

For eeveelution, Imma say Vaporeon, cause.... water pokemon, crabs live in water. And for zodiac pokemon, lets go with Zarude.

Stronghold: Dude would go for pokemon that would rival his own physical strength. He and his pokemon could probably benchpress a house. He would definitely have a Machamp, a Hariyama, and possibly a Buzzwole.

For the Eeveelution, I'll say Umbreon... mainly cause I don't think the others really fit him or I already have a set idea for them, but also cause Umbreon is described to have 'great bulk'... so yeah, he gets Umbreon. For zodiac pokemon, Tauros is the perfect fit!

Svengence: This man needs pokemon that can keep up with his speed. Something that can easily jump, dip, and weave along side him. But I think he'd also go for ones that he considers cute. Imm gonna say he'd have a Talonflame, Rapidash, and a Dragapult.

For the eeveelution, definetly a Jolteon, and for zodiac pokemon, I think Incineroar is the closest we have to a tiger pokemon.

Wild Knuckles: Knuckles would probably mainly go for fighting and fire types, but not necessarily the strongest ones. I think he'd really follow the whole "Truly skilled trainers should try to win with their favorites." Thing. I'm thinking Arcanine, Blaziken, and maybe Pangoro.

For his eeveelution, he'd defiently have a Flareon. I know we didn't get to see his zodiac animals, but I kinda think he would have gotten pig, mainly cause whenever I think about it, I imagine the name Wild Hog. Plus, wild pigs can be seriously dangerous if you get them in a bad spot. I was kinda conflicted, but I think I'm gonna say Emboar, specifically cause it's pokedex entry says "It cares deeply about its friends."

Nunchuk: You just know this woman goes for psychic, ghost, and dark types exclusively. There's no way she can do that levitating thing without SOME KIND of psychic ability. I'm thinking Alakazam, Hoopa, and she'd probably somehow get ahold of a Necrozma and everyone is terrified of her because of it.

For the eeveelution, I think Espeon. And the zodiac pokemon, Im personally going with Seviper, though Arbok would also be a good fit.

I have no idea what pokemon is but cool 🤠🤠👍🏽

posting so if anyone who also likes/knows pokemon can see this lmao

[uzuitengensfourthwife]

Roommate (Suguru Daishou x fem!Reader) College AU

Warnings: some teasing, my bad writing but other than that none

Word count: 2371

Authors note: and this too was written back in October LKADNHDJF Im so sorry but this just had to be posted here at some point, so why not now? *proceeds to lip bite* Anyways lmao skdnnf I think suguru is so damn underrated and he isnt even as bad as people might think he is so yeah, here is my oh so badly written suguru fanfic. Enjoy!!

(2 months ago)

It was Friday evening, a day you and your roommate usually binge-watched movies and series, but not today. The sudden change in plans was a change you didn't want. After all, the change of plans meant helping your roommate to pack his stuff and help him bring it into his new Unit. A Unit that was far away from his previous one and it made you feel dejected. You wouldn't be able to see him that often anymore and for once you grew close to someone outside of Japan.

, Ow c'mon Y/N. Don't be sad. I bet your new roommate will be nice as well.'' You let out a grown as you let yourself fall down on your bed. , Yeah but he's not you and you're like my only friend here in the Unit.'' Christian let out a chuckle and then suddenly got up from his kneeling position, getting his backpack and suitcase. , Well, you'll be alright, '' he threw some of his last stuff in his backpack. ,,After all my new Unit isn't even that far away.'' - ,,Christian, what is 'not far away' about 30 fucking minutes?'' you huffed in annoyance, sitting up again death glaring your 'ex' roommate. His laugh filled up the room as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, it was time for him to go, and then again you felt miserable. You wanted him to stay, but it was his decision after all. After two full years with Christian you knew you weren't the reason why he left, he left for other plausible reasons.

,, Alright let me help you then.'' You announced, grabbing one of his bags opening the door for him. A smile was plastered across his face as he walked past you with all his belongings. Letting out a last sigh you followed him, hoping your future roommate would be as subtle as Christian...

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After helping Christian carrying and unpacking his stuff in his new Unit, you just made it back to your Unit. You were tired and felt like a piece of shit. Christian was one of the only people you interacted with on campus and the only one in your unit. The rest of your friends attended Universities in Japan, mostly in Tokyo or Osaka, just the minimum was somewhere outside of Japan, including you. Moreover, it was hard for you to find friends since you lacked in social skills. And having a new roommate would totally throw you off, you didn't even know how you wanted to welcome him, you were just too socially awkward for this.

So when you finally opened the door to your little 'apartment' and discovered a new pair of shoes next to all of your shoes, you freaked out. He was already here and you literally had nothing to offer him. Not even goddamn chewing gum. This would most definitely turn into some second hand embarrasment, you were sure about it. You closed the door when you suddenly heard footsteps slowly coming your way. ,,I'm really sorry that I just barged in but you weren't here so I let myself in.'' There he was, standing in front of you. You recognised him right away. Suguru Daisho, the high school rival of a friend of yours. ,,Well well, if that isn't our Miss Nekoma Manager, Y/N it is, right?'' he leaned onto to wall, giving you one of his smug smirks.

,,Of all people, it really just had to be you, huh?'' you spat out ironically, slipping out of your shoes as you walked up to him. ,,Ouch Y/N, you hurt my heart.'' Letting out a fake sob, he touched his chest and tried to look as hurt as possible which made you sigh out in annoyance, so you walk past him showing no reaction. ,,Jesus, you're no fun.'' - ,, Never intended to be fun, especially when it comes to you.'' As you replied to his complaint, you just plopped down on the little couch, already missing Christian. You really were so close to just change units as well. It hadn't even been 5 minutes yet, but here you are already considering to move out. What an awful day you had. And your next years in Uni would get even worse with him as your roommate.

But things turned out quite differently.

You imagined living with Suguru must be the most annoying thing ever, but you were so wrong. First, you really thought he was just trying to get on your sweet side and then act like an asshole again, but you started to reconsider when he brought home some chocolates for you. It wasn't just that, no he did so much more for you, and all of that in just two months.

He cooked for you, whenever he had time. When you woke up every morning, there was breakfast on the table. He helped you with studying and kept his distance whenever he knew you needed some time for yourself. And most importantly, he never invited friends over, since it didn't take him long to find out you just couldn't interact with people. Of course his teasing side would come out sometimes, leaving some comments here and there, but he changed and not only by a bit no, he changed a lot and even for the better.

Living with him was easier than you thought.

And yet, yet the old things would obviously come back because today you wanted to tell Kuroo, who was and still is one of your best friends from high school, that Suguru was your roommate. God, you were nervous. You knew Kuroo has always hated him and he will most definitely not stop hating him, even despite the fact that you grew quite close to him.

So when you pressed the 'call' button on your laptop, you really just didn't want to tell him, but you had to. Even if you wouldn't tell him now, he would find out somehow. You really wanted to tell him in person, rather than him finding out and then getting mad at you as well.

Once his faced showed up on your screen you smiled and waved, shoving away the nervousness you just had. ,,Hey Hey Tets!'' - ,,Hey! How're you doing over there?'' he smiled, taking a sip from the cup wich was located right next to him. ,,Well Im doing pretty good! How're you and the boys doing?'' Kuroo's face turned dark, making you worry, but once you've heard his answers you couldn't have expected less from such an idiot as him. ,,Well we're all doing pretty good.... and yet I feel broken, Kenma's ignoring me once again.'' He sobbed ironically, making you smile in an instant. You had to admit it, you missed the old times. The time you guys were still in Highschool, enjoying life and just having fun. But over all you just missed your friends, you always see them hanging out with each other, going on trips together while you were stuck with boredom and nothing but schoolwork. Of course your friends were part of the University life as well, however it seemed like they had much more time than you. Less worries than you.

,,You know Tets... I miss you guys a lot.'' You whispered as you nervously played with a stuffed animal, that was standing right next to your laptop. Showing affection wasn't really your thing, yet you missed your group of friends way too much to just ignore it like that. ,,Awe Y/N, we miss you too! Once you're back we're definitely going out somewhere! Oh and you should bring Christian as well!! Come to think of it.... where is Christian?''

You chocked on your saliva. ,,Oh god are you okay?'' Kuroo worriedly stated as you coughed. Why now, you had nearly forgotten about it, and yet all of the good had to come to an end. So when you finally stopped coughing you assured your friend that you were okay, but you most definitely weren't okay, you didn't even know where to start. You couldn't possibly just go ,,Ah yeah forgot to tell you, but Christian changed units. Suguru and I are now roommates.'.There was no way you could tell him. Literally no way.

But while you were overthinking this whole situation, suddenly Suguru made his entry.

,,Eyo Y/N can you-'' - ,, What is he doing here?'' Kuroo frantically yelled as he regocnised Suguru, pointing at him through your screen. Great, you thought. This could've gone better if you had the guts to bring it up earlier, but of course your friend had to find out like this. Luck was definetily not on your side today. ,,Oi roosterhead, still lying about your height huh?'' Suguru smirked as he placed himself right behind you, moving closer to the laptop. ,,Get lost.''Kuroo scoffed and now looked at you while still pointing at Suguru. ,,Why's he here?'' he repeated himself, not leaving you out of his sight once. Yet you looked away, trying to avoid his gaze as much as possible, you would even prefer hiding behind Suguru than sitting here. ,,He's my new roommate... Christian changed units.'' You whispered slowly looking back to see if he was still watching you.

Suguru took his chance and moved closer to you as he purred. ,,Wait, you didn't tell him babe?'' Oh god you forgot the petnames he had for you and you hated him for using them on you now. After he moved in and you finally got along pretty well, he started with all these ridiculous pet names, just like honey. And oh god...this was definitely not going to end well.

,,Can you tell him to fucking leave?'' Kuroo asked, seemingly annoyed of your roommates presence. ,,Alright alright I'll leave, just don't forget our business later.'' and with that he left your room.

The sudden awkward silence that was between you and your best friend was more than just uncomfortable for you. In fact, you hated it, you just wanted to disappear. ,,How long?'' He was the first one to finally break the silence and you knew he was upset, after all Suguru just walked in and you didn't tell him at all. ,,Two months..'' you whispered, full of regret. Kuroo then sighed, hand on his forehead as he leaned back to process what he has just heard. ,,Two months? God.... why didn't you tell me?'' - ,, Listen I was scared.... I know you don't like him but we got along so well..'' you stuttered, trying to avoid his gaze again. Honestly you were scared. All this time you were scared that you might lose your friend, although this might be a stupid reason to end a friendship, you were still terrified.

,,Hey that's fine Y/N, liking each other and having a relationship is fine! Im not even mad I promise!'' You looked at him as he smiled, to let you know that it was fine. All you could do was smile back and be thankful that he wasn't mad at you. ,,Oh and we're not really in a relationship..'' You stated and let out a nervous giggle. Kuroo on the other hand leaned in closer and then whispered. ,,Yeah right hon.'' - ,,Kuroo.'' You warned, holding up your finger just as you were about to scold him. ,,Anyways, seems like you have some unfinished business with the snake, so go for it.'' You huffed, ready to protest that there was no business to finish, but before you could tell him otherwise he disappeared from you screen.

Sighing out in annoyance, you got up from your chair to go scold your roommate for his bold words he has spoken during your videocall. So when you saw him doing some schoolwork you seated yourself in front of him, death glaring him. ,,Just what exactly were you thinking?''you hissed in such a sharp tone, that even suguru backed off for a second. But he quickly collected himself and leaned in closer just to smirk at you. ,,What do you mean babe?" he asked, his voice soft and unbothered. You groaned again, leaning in closer as well. ,,He thinks we have a thing." - ,,So?" his reply was bold, just like as if he didn't care about your current situation at all, which was weird to you since he usually never acted or talked to you this way.

You answered him, voice quiet. ,,So you're just going to leave it there?''

The confusion was plastered all over his face. You didn't really know what left him so confused, but you needed answers and as for that you waited for an answer. ,,Wait wait wait.'' he said, holding up both his hands. ,,Is that disappointment I hear?'' - ,,Never.'' You leaned back, looking away and thinking how to continue this conversation, which obviously seemed pointless to your roommate. But it wasn't pointless to you, your friend literally just hung up on you just because of this stupid statement the guy in front of you had made. ,,Why did you say these things? What did you even mean by unfinished business? That's not appropri-'' you got cut off midsentence. ,,We still haven't decided what we wanted to cook this weekend. That's what I meant babe.'' he stated, as he held up a paper with an amused expression.

,Oh' you mouthed, sitting there in embarrassment as you tried to avoid his gaze. The embarrassment just grew bigger as you realised what you were actually thinking about.

,,Well well, it's okay to have these thoughts about me. But next time you might as well share them with me.'' His grin grew bigger, putting down the paper he just lifted up a second ago. That's it, you thought, he has crossed the line. You then suddenly stood up, cheeks flushing red as you huffed out in annoyance once again. ,,You're the worst.'' you muttered, stomping away to your room in an instant, shutting your door. But something was odd. No, you... you felt something odd happening to you.

You then realised your fastened heartbeat, your hot cheeks, still flushed in a light pink shade,you...you were confused.

Just.... what... what was this feeling?

[hatsukeii]

One where y/n has been obviously in love with Tsuki since they were kids and not afraid to show it, but he’s always been lowkey mean to her and thinks she’s annoying and then finally years later she decides he’s not a nice guy and let’s him know she’s fine with all that crap and then he realizes he’s falling for her and does something really sweet for her and they fall in love? 😭😭🥺👉🏻👈🏻 ty in advance. Sorry if this is too long or specific, if it is, feel free to ignore

I genuinely hope you didn’t think I would actually ignore this<33

IM SORRY IM A MASTER PROCRASTINATOR ILY ALL AND YOU ALL DESERVE AN APOLOGY FROM ME

Dear diary//Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Cursing

Genre: Angst??? I guess???

Summary: He’s an ass, but you still love him to bits, and it’s killing you.

July 16, 2008

Dear Diary,

I got to play with Tsukki again! He had his dino with him, it was super cute! He told me his front teeth came off last night, and there’s a big hole in his teeth, but it’s okay, because he said it will grow back. I tried to hold his hand while going down the twin slides but he said it was sweaty, so next time I’ll wear gloves!

You flip through the hot pink diary, cringing at your young infatuation. Your diary entries were cringey as fuck, but they always rekindle something within you whenever you read them. You can’t even remember when you stopped writing in the book. Was it when you turned 10? Maybe 12? You don’t have a single clue.

April 30, 2011

Dear Diary,

Tsukki refused to marry me in the playground at break:(( I’ve known him for so long though, aren’t we supposed to get married? I just wanna hold his hand and hug him and give him a biiiiig kiss<33

Chuckling at the memory, you recalled the event from that entry clearly. You were seven years old only, still an immature kid. You still thought that getting married in a middle school playground was a huge milestone in life, almost as crucial as a legal marriage.

May 29, 2016

Dear Diary,

Love how Tsukki didn’t even remember my birthday:,) Must be nice getting made fun of. Half the students in my class felt my second hand embarrassment from when he completely forgot about it. God, why am I even in love with this asshole? I’m gonna have to go to school tomorrow and deal with all my classmates making fun of me for being hopeless. Brb, currently digging a hole for myself:)

Frowning at the memory, you think back to when you were twelve. He was an asshole then, still is an asshole to this day. And yet not an ounce of your unconditional love and support for him has faded. Grabbing a tissue, you wipe the remaining tears from your eyes, ignoring the dried tear stains on your cheek. Your hand slams onto the bedside table, lazily feeling for your phone. Tilting it towards your face, you sigh at the empty lock screen, accepting defeat. Flicking through the rest of the book, you are welcomed by pages and pages of white. “So that’s when I gave up on this diary...” you mutter to yourself as you lift yourself up from your bed. Heading towards your desk, you absentmindedly grab yourself a pen, notebook in hand. Slamming the diary down, you open it up to the next entry page after your last one, gently placing the tip of your pen on the first line. You grab your hair out of frustration, the ink bleeding into the thin paper. “What to do, what to do...?” You mumble, starting to form sentences in your notebook.

July 17, 2020

Dear Diary,

It’s been a while hasn’t it? Holy shit, all my entries were about Tsukki weren’t they? Jesus, of course they were. At least I was able to get it off my chest this afternoon. Telling him that I’ve been in love with him for years, that was fucking terrifying. Telling him that although I know he’s an ass, an animatronic dick complete with ballsack, that won’t stop me from falling harder, it was gut wrenching, but also relieving to a certain degree. I’m still waiting for some form of response, although I’m not sure I’m gonna get one anytime soon. I can’t decide whether telling him was the dumbest or bravest decision I’ve made. Maybe it was both. Just wait until I look back on this entry like a decade later and still cry about it lmao. Tbh he’s a genuinely nice person at heart. I know that all too well. He may be an ass most the time, and he may think I’m annoying, but despite how hard he tries to push me away, I’ll never abandon him. Jesus Christ, I sound like a yandere here, but it’s not that. It’s that I care for him a lot. Maybe even a bit too much. It’s ridiculous how absolute and utter shit a crush can make you feel.

Throwing the pen down, you flop back onto your bed, huffing into the thick blankets. You stay silent, not sure of what to think of the situation. “I’ll just deal with it all tomorrow, I’m tired of this shit.”

On the other side of the incident, Tsukishima is currently going through a mental crisis.

The blond sits at his desk, eyes unwavering, but focusing on nothing. It feels as if he hasn’t blinked in what seemed to be hours. Just hours of staring at his wall that led to nothing. Your confession plays in his head nonstop, like a broken record that refused to run out of battery.

“The thing is I like you. I’m pretty sure I always have. And I know that you’re such an asshole and all that, you won’t treat me as well as people would expect, but it’s fine. I’m fine with all that. All the dumb, stupid, careless insults you’ll throw at me, the side eyes and sneers, telling me to shut up and go away, I’m fine with it. I know you’re a good person, and that’s all that matters to me.”

“Well shit what the fuck do you want me to say?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

Maybe he should have let you down slowly.

But as he stares at his wall, the photos of the two of you framed and balanced on his floating shelves, he starts to reconsider his feelings.

The way your expression faltered then as you hastily took your bag and rushed away without a single word, the way you avoided him in the halls, the way you stopped talking to him throughout the day, it drove him crazy. He couldn’t handle the realisation that he hurt you so incredibly badly, so now all he can do is stare at his empty, blank wall. Did he know why he felt that way? No. He didn’t and still doesn’t. He’s Tsukishima fucking Kei, the emotionless, provoking, unlikeable king, yet a mere girl is somehow able to mess with his mind so badly, that all he can do is wallow in regret and confusion? What is this weird feeling? His throat itches, his heart is beating like crazy, sweat starting to gather around his temples. He clamps his two hands together, slamming his forehead onto them and squeezing his eyes shut.

How could I have been so dense?

How was he unable to see that you were absolutely in love with him? Even with the bento boxes, birthday gifts, constant compliments, he still only ever thought you liked him as a friend. However he never did. He likes you more than that. Way more. Yes, he thought, and still thinks you can be annoying at times, especially when you nag at him about not eating enough or being rude, but it was undeniable that there was something else he felt. But his stupid ass shitty ego would never let him admit it. And now that you finally confessed, he freaked out and fucked up. Even then, he didn’t think it would affect him to this extent.

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you (Y/N).”

He says that over and over again, desperate to cloud out the disagreeing thoughts in his head that scream otherwise.

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

“It was a stupid middle school crush, I’m over you.”

The guilt didn’t go away.

In fact, now that he’s said all that, he feels even worse. Oh how much he wants to find you right this second, wrap you in his arms, tell you how incredibly sorry he is, but he can’t. He doesn’t deserve to do that. His heart is begging for him to just get out of the house and run to yours as fast as he could, but his body won’t move. He wants to cry. Scream. Shout. Throw something. Shatter something. But most of all, he wants to get another chance.

Picking up his phone, he hesitates, before typing in your contact, the cleared out, empty chatroom showing up on his screen. Going as fast as his fingers could, he typed out the one sentence he’s been dying to let out.

“It was a middle school crush, but I’m still into you. I always have been.”

Is it just me, or is this bad-

Idk man it seems like all my fics are pretty much the same and I hate it😌

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I’m back to writing lmao I’m bored in two week quarantine rn

Edit: cue me realising I was half asleep and missed something in the request don’t be surprised if I repost this💀💀💀💀

Btw the hq manga just ended time to cry

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[100hearteyes]

i roll my eyes whenever i see someone jumping ship or bemoaning that the writers are being annoying for not having Kacy together, or god forbid, throwing around terms like "queer-baiting" (like a woman ceases to be queer when she's not in a relationship). it is so obvious how much the writers are planning on them getting back together. ppl don't get on a show like this there needs to conflict to justify its place in the runtime. like the only comparable plotline is kai and his dad, absolutely fraught with tension (im surprisingly invested in it too). i actually love the drama, the angsty pining? kind of the ship of my dreams haha

Well, yeah, first off, it could never be queer-baiting, since they're both confirmed queer and have been (and will be 👀) in a relationship.

Secondly, yes, it would make no sense to keep Kate in the fold and actually bring her even closer to the team after the fallout if the writers didn't mean to get her and Lucy back together.

Tbh I am still so surprised that Kacy are one of the main running storylines on the show. It's just Jane and the family, Kai and his dad, and Kacy. And Kacy are second only to Jane in terms of screen time (and, yes, I, too, love the angsty pining of it all 😳)! This is the CBS and one of their flagship franchises, the ever-backward NCIS.

At the risk of sounding like a broken record- Clexa survived betrayal, mean saliva, knives to the throat, war, rivalry between clans, a duel to the death, and actual death. I can do just fine with a little Kacy drama (it's entry-level for me lol). Still, to each their own and I understand if some people don't like it. Makes me sad, of course, but I can't exactly go up to their houses with torches and a pitchfork, can I? 😆

[theunconcernedembalmer]

ok i got the aesvic out of my system now time to pick apart the letter n why i wont really be following aesops diary exactly here. literally no one asked but i wanted to get my thoughts down somewhere cos i have. a lot

just gonna put a quick rundown of aesops diary entry as a refresher (mostly for myself so i dont miss anything): he dreamt that he was helping jerry with what was probably a murder n was affirmed n he thinks its a sign congratulating him on carrying out his duty. over the years, he carries out his duties as an undertaker n comes to the manor looking for a “fresh start” aka what sounds like his first victim. according to aesop, said victim should be quiet, n potential victim number 1 is victor. something about badly needing him to become his “silent friend” n he mentions he’ll get to wick n the 2 other survivors in due time, but for now he’s very eager to start his “mission”.

im generally okay with the letter (i have seen so many fights over this aha) cos there is no surprise he wants to kill ppl (ppl who r fighting over this point. did u even read his deductions?? guy happily killed his mentor??). but i didnt quite like the fact that he still looks up to jerry (although. i guess thats valid i just. dont like it). i was also initially kind of confused about the real reason why he would want to kill ppl since as u progress through the letter it sounds less like he kills for duty (cos of the whole dream thing at the start) but more “because i want to :)”, which is an okayish edgy kinda take imo. like not that u cant characterize aesop as Kill Kill Murder Die, but i kinda find that. pretty boring in the long term.

im just gonna put what my original take on aesop was, like all of it. first off, he hates jerry. u cannot tell me a psychotic serial killer like that can raise a child without emotional trauma. like any child, this isnt even counting the extra damage done because hes autistic. (n i also hc that aesop has read his moms letter to him at some point, n he should have come to the conclusion that it was somewhat also jerrys fault, whether through logic or denial that his mom would want to leave him, so that just adds to it.) but as much as he hates him, his teachings are the only ones hes been exposed to, n its been so ingrained in him since young so even if he hates jerry he would still subscribe to whatever twisted ideology jerry was feeding him, which ill get to in a sec.

going through his accessories, he has that origami that he folds for each of his clients, n it shows that underneath it all, aesop is still kind. this isnt expected of him n its definitely not part of his job scope as an embalmer. he (still?) has the heart to wish the best for those that have departed n takes the time n effort to fold one for each n every client he sends off, which is probably a lot. so going off on that, my hc is that jerry, being the manipulative asshole that he is (who probably definitely manipulated his mom into indirect suicide) probably used his kindness against him to make him believe that by murdering ppl he is helping them, framing all of his serial kills as a sort of mercy kill (like his mom). so the thing that aesop takes away from all this is the very twisted logic that by killing ppl he is helping them, therefore being a good embalmer and a good person in general. n everyone wants to be a sort of good person, or at least for aesop that is part of his job description to be a good embalmer. n we all know aesop is very serious about his job.

i also hc that he has killed several ppl between killing jerry n coming to the manor, cos i follow the story that he took the invitation from that poor lady n thats how he ended up at the manor. surely the lady didnt come to him right after jerry died?? but anyway, the way i see it is that he thought he liked to kill. like he finally truly understood why jerry kills so much (which is interesting now that i think about it. guy really just went along with all those murders without truly believing huh), because it felt good to kill. at least thats what he thought, the revelation that killing felt good n is good, but i say its because he hated jerry, n offing someone u kinda hate should probably feel pretty gucci. n its also so much easier to pick clients off the streets than in the manor, so i would think that he has killed ppl like his mentor did, but each time he did the great feeling that came with ending ppls life just. wasnt as good as the first time round. it just became a sort of normal satisfaction of a successful embalming.

this can go two ways: 1. he keeps on killing to try to find that great feeling again, which is cool i guess (n probably what canon would want, except canon states that he hasnt killed since jerry), but id like to go with 2. he just stops because jerry isnt around to enforce it whenever he isnt feeling up to psychoing someone to their death (which is probably how jerry got his victims, n damn if that doesnt take a lot of mind games that i dont think aesop has the mental capacity for since half of it is fighting with his social anxiety n other issues. dealing with alive strangers?? no thanks?? i doubt he would have learnt properly how to lure in clients as efficiently as jerry because of this, mostly cos he was only needed for the murder afterparty aka embalming n funerals). n as much as he stays professional, there is no. professional way of gaslighting someone to their death.

(n also since ppl have pointed out that his twitter replies n other kinda informal stuff have shown that aesop does have reverent respect for life, which also adds to him not being so blindly bloodthirsty as implied in the letter. i dont really see the twitter replies as very canon, but it does make sense that he would come to revere life with his unique take and obsession over death, for one cannot exist without the other)

so this leads me to the motive that aesop brings to the manor, at least how i see it. he isnt exactly coming to the manor to kill per se (like from the very early story, he came to the manor to return the letter to a relative of the deceased lady, something about respecting her last wishes. something like that, its really been a while since i saw that exerpt), so like killing ppl isnt his main purpose of visit. its more of hes always on the lookout for weaker (or at least those that take less mind games to kill) people to mercy kill, n it just so happens that he knows the manor n his mentor almost died from there, so theres a pretty good chance he can find some ppl that fall into this category n so it just so happens that he also has a job to do there. its still counted as a Job for him since no ones gonna tell him that embalmers dont actually. murder. 

so in my version, aesop only tries to sway ppl that he knows he can convince, n these ppl would typically be those very sickly ones like his mom (andrew im looking at u) or those with an actual death wish/ very weak will to live. but here aesop is choosing his “first victim”, and the criteria for that is... quiet? never mind “not evading him” and “not cranky” being on the list too, but that isnt quite what i was expecting from someone so dedicated to their duty of murder. sure he wants an easy first kill, but like. i dont think its consistent if his motive was really to continue jerrys bastard legacy. especially when the next paragraph is essentially him gushing over victor, that... sort of implies something else. or at least in the way i see it, since i believe that canon wants us to think that aesop just really loves to kill.

aesop likes victor. very much so. so much till he wants to kill him. which i guess makes sense cos he likes death, n now he likes victor. so he just. puts the two things he likes together. whats better than victor? dead victor. anyway the rest of the letter is more like “whatever, i technically should kill the others too but my priority is victor” so like. he confuses his (dare i say) yandere tendencies with his duty since the end goal for both is a body in a coffin.

having said that. i know i have aesvic brainrot but i also know this is one sided as hell (at least from the letter alone, not counting the letter shaped cookies in his birthday art that apparently belonged to victors birthday cake aha) n lowkey alarming since. the goal is to kill victor. i kinda want to interpret it as him genuinely wanting to be friends with victor (really wanting him to be a “silent friend”, maybe cos he doesnt actually know how to be friends with living ppl n is better with dead ones? therefore victor should be dead to be friends?) but not knowing how to n throwing in his obsession with death ends up with. this minor disaster waiting to happen. but i uh. dont know if this is valid. its valid to me at least, with my original interpretation of aesop. n again cos of his ingrained professionalism, he also kinda sees this as part of his job to send ppl off, so its another plus. not for victor, tho.

idk if ill add this yandere side in my aesop. i mean my boi has technically tried to kill victor multiple times in the past HAHAHAHA. maybe like sometimes he can be a bit obsessive. as a treat. but generally nah cos thats definitely gonna end up in a murder somewhere somehow n i cant. just kill victors here on the ask blog scene lashjflkjhdlfkjhas

so yeah that kinda takes care of the last part of the letter, as for the first part. as much as aesop hates jerry, i would also think hes pretty starved for affirmation (like i said jerry isnt going to be a good parent figure ever) n i guess it makes sense if the only times jerry has ever complimented him was aiding him in his kills n hiding the evidence, which might (?) add to his desire to kill (but that probably dies with jerry aha). so the way i see it as aesop is getting affirmation n takes it as a good sign instead of. remotely liking jerry. idk if im stretching it a little but i really dont like the take where hes okay with jerry. anyway we are ignoring that he hasnt killed before entering the manor cos that doesnt quite make sense to me (i wasnt dreaming about the letter from a lady stabbed in the face 36 times or so right???? right???????)

im also not like. trying to defend him, im just trying to make sense of his diary. boi has issues n is a little too far gone (not as far as canon tho), in my take very deluded in his way of showing kindness. literally cool motive still murder (or in canon, just murder?), please get therapy. but i just dont really like the direction that the letter was originally trying to imply, with him really just hell bent on murder without like. a clear motive (at least to me it isnt very clear since the last part really doesnt sound consistent with his supposed intentions). i mean i love being edgy with aesop every now n then but i dont think it would make for meaningful characterizations in the long run so. ill still be sticking with my original take on aesop with maybe a bit of yandere for victor cos thats always fun

[isabellitah]

can you write a headcanon for fem!8 reader who is also dating Vanya, please 🙏🏻💙

🤍 VANYA x SIBLING!READER

Title : secret

Pairing : vanya x sibling!reader

Warning : none

Request : can you write a headcanon for fem!8 reader who is also dating Vanya, please 🙏🏻💙

Note : i hope you like this, anonnie!

you may be Eightie-

the cute and innocent youngest sibling in the Hargreeves family-

however-

y'all know Vanya is the babie you all must protect at all costs

why?

oh i'll tell you why-

you had the confidence Vanya didn't

so while you can pretend to not be affected-

and even fight back verbally-

Vanya is the sweetest woman you have ever met- she's also the shyest

no matter what life threw her way-

her heart remains pure

her voice is sometimes smol

but that's ok y'all have Klaus, Diego, Allison, and Five

she lets out all her feelings through her violin

growing up, you always made sure she never felt out of place when she was with you-

and I believe that that is how she started crushing on you

and when you grew older, instead of seeing her as someone ordinary like she feared, you instead saw her as the most extraordinary, smart, and special woman you've ever met

the love she shows to the people around her is immense; she even forgave and continues to love the family that treated her wrong

best of all-

she is your Vanya

wait-

i may have typed that wrong

what i meant was-

she's your girlfriend-

your dearly loved girlfriend

and it just so happens that you both forgot to mention that tiny little detail to your siblings : D

although you were sure Five and Ben knew-

they always seem to notice things-

anyway-

you weren't hiding your relationship by any means-

they just didn't ask-

anyway on with the story-

suspense b r e a k no im not high

yes im sure

one day you woke up to what felt like an ordinary day-

a slightly chilled room as it rained the night before

a tiny bit of sunlight coming in from your apartment room's window-

Vanya's face on the crook of your neck with her breath hitting your exposed neck causing you to slightly shiver

times like these you were so grateful to be her girlfriend

but you had to start the day going

all your siblings were coming over later that night for your weekly dinner

it usually alternates between your place or the Hargreeves mansion

you sighed before slowly shifting your girlfriend to hug your pillow instead, careful not to wake her

once accomplished, you proceeded to the bathroom to do your morning routine

once done with that, you turned the music on at a low level on the way to the kitchens where you started making pancakes and bacon

so focused on making sure you flipped the pancake right, you were startled to suddenly feel arms wrapped around your waist accompanied by a shy nuzzle against the back of your neck

you sometimes forgot that even Vanya was taller than you-

not by much- but taller nonetheless

"good morning, V,"

"mornin', Tee,"

Vanya wanted to go back to sleep

honestly she did

but she can't ever sleep without you beside her

she felt nervous whenever you weren't with her-

you're literally her home-

as you once said, "home is where the heart is, V."

and you had her heart

and she wanted you to have it-

forever

if you ever didn't want it-

well she didn't either-

it belonged to you

her heart belonged to you

anyway-

you turned around to wrap your arms around her waist and went on your tiptoes to kiss her forehead then her nose then her cheeks and lastly, her lips

and as you kissed, all Vanya can think of was how good you are to her-

how special and secure you make her feel-

and how much she loves you

and as your kiss ended,

she found herself wanting more

but as she leaned in-

you were both stopped by the smell of burnt pancakes

right- you were on the verge of flipping it before Vanya arrived

you quickly flipped the pancake and saw that it was more on the crispy side rather than burnt-

Vanya kissed your cheek as she went on to make you both hot chocolate

together, you ate breakfast

and procceded to start your day together

that night, you were, as usual, cooking dinner for all of your siblings

you're cooking in your apartment, btw

because Diego and Klaus once ate all the food you made for dinner before it was even served-

and honestly-

only you and Vanya can cook

Allison, Five, and Ben were okay at it but the others?

Yeah, no

you and Vanya goofed around while waiting for the oil to reach a certain temperature

you were making your specialty - fried chicken

there was just something about the way you blended it and fried it that was just so much better than any store bought or diner made fried chicken

anyway-

as you and Vanya goofed off,

you ended up in her arms, exchanging little pecks on the lips here and there,

"I love you, V,"

"I love you too, Tee."

"Oh, how sweet," you heard a sarcastic non-biting voice, "just so you know- you're burning perfectly good fried chicken."

since it was supposedly only you and V in the apartment-

you were quite shocked to hear a familiar voice aside from your own and Vanya's causing you both to jump apart

luckily, you were nowhere near the near-boiling pot of oil

looking towards the direction of the voice-

you weren't shocked to see Five

of course he came over before the mentioned time-

he always did

he popped in every once in a while, mostly for Friday breakfasts together, but this was the first time he popped in while you and Vanya were about to kiss

so now you were sure that he knew that you two are in fact dating

Five scanned both you and Vanya before letting his eyes rest on you with an eyebrow raised

"Well? Is the chicken done yet?" his voice was playful more so than usual

and that made both you and Vanya smile

"the chicken isn't even in yet, Five."

he exaggerated his sigh and rolled his eyes heavenward, "well, hurry up then. I'm starving and the others were already making a rucus before I left."

"Okay, child, calm down."

"I'm older than you, Tee."

"Mhmm,"

you chuckled as you turned around to place the chicken into the boiling pot of oil

you heard both Vanya and Five softly talk as they made a pot of coffee

honestly-

coffee at night-

only Five would do that

once the fried chickens were perfected, and the rice and mashed potatoes with vegetables were prepared, you turned around only to see a completely setted table accomplished by both Five and Vanya

Five went beside you to help you with the food and you both were about to set the plates down, a knock echoed throughout your apartment

Five, by instinct, tensed and drew out a gun

as Vanya approached the door, you held onto Five's hand, knowing it was just your remaining siblings

feeling your hand on top of his, he calmed down and hid his gun right before Vanya opened the door

and you were right-

Klaus opened his arms widely before stepping into the now open apartment,

"well well well! Ladies and Five, the main event has arrived! I am quite hungry though, as is the rest of my less fashionable family, ao chop chop! Let's eat!"

Klaus smiled widely at you before pulling you and Vanya - and Five - into his arms, you hugged him back with a laugh and greeted him just as loudly

your loud greeting was followed by Vanya's shy greeting and Five's "let go of me, you fool!"

Luther and Allison laughed at the sight while Diego smirked and Ben smiled while brieflt shaking his head

they all proceeded to enter the apartment and close the behind them, saying their hellos and good evenings

while they settled themselves around the table,

throwing jokes and non-biting remarks around one another

you stayed by the entry of the kitchen as Vanya walked over to you quietly and hugged you, pecking your lips softly as she muttered her love for you

"I love you too, Vanny."

"We love you too, Eightie!" called out Diego at the same time Klaus called out, "We love you too, Vanny!"

giggling at your brothers' antics, you kissed Vanya one more time before making your way to your seats on the table-

you always sat next to one another and now it was clear to everyone - minus Five and Ben - why

the entire family was so much happier that night compared to their usual weekly dinners

they were so happy to see their two youngest siblings happy together

looks like your not-so-secret 'secret' is out

[aghasexxy]

Wrong Assignment | Im Jaebum

MY FIRST REQUESTED ONESHOT! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT @jaesbbyg 🥰😊

Pairing: Reader x Im Jaebum

Words: 2,707

Genre: Smut

Warning: Dirty Talk/ Dominating/ Spanking/

Summary: you have always had a pretty intense crush on your college professor Im Jaebum. Often times you would write out your unholy fantasies in your notebook. They were for your eyes and yours alone. Until they weren’t anymore.

It was the beginning of the new semester at my university in Seoul when I first saw him: Im Jaebum. He was assigned as my college algebra instructor and I was grateful for it too. It makes it better that I’m good at math because all I do when I get to his class is just stare at him. Hard. His button up shirt with a plain black tie and dress pants was just enough to make me drool for the whole two hours I was there. His muscles protrude nicely in his white button up and the sleeves are always rolled up halfway so that I can see the veins around his beautiful hands and forearms. His eyes were the most beautiful dark brown I had ever seen, piercing even. Whenever he addressed me I had to look away for fear of getting lost or saying the wrong thing. And, like any major taboo crush, I wrote out all my fantasies of him in a journal. My journal. I have to keep it separate from my other college ruled notebooks because I can easily get them mixed up. I’ll label it one of these days.

Monday morning was all a blur. I woke up 15 minutes before my math class after failing to set my alarm to an earlier time. The late nights are really starting to get to me. I jump out of bed, do all the basic things like brush my teeth and wash my face, grab my math journal and run out the door. I would really regret not eating but it was better than being super late.

“Alright class please turn in your notebooks with the assignments from last week!,” Professor Jaebum’s voice booms throughout the massive hall of 60 of us. We pass our notebooks to the end of our rows and down to his desk. “Remember if you get more than 10 wrong you automatically fail the assignment and you don’t get a redo,” he strolls back and forth, peering up at us as if we were lambs to the slaughter. “We almost spent an entire month on this lesson so you all better ace this,” he locks eyes with me and I shudder. “or you’ll be seeing me next semester.” I look down at my desk. Jesus that stare could knock me out.

I get home just in time for lunch and have a few hours to kill before my night class so I spend that time catching up on The Vampire Diaries. I log into my Netflix ready to binge my life away when I here my email notification go off. Confused I open it up. The name PROFESSOR JAEBUM stares back at me in bold caps. I open the email:

Good afternoon Y/N

I am still at my office. I would like to talk to you about your assignment that you turned in today. Would you be able to stop by for a bit?

J.B

I raise an eyebrow and begin to type out my response:

Good afternoon Professor,

Yes I’m available. I will make my way over now

Y/N

I send it and pack my bag. Did I do the assignment wrong? I’ve never gotten an email like this from him before. I get up, not even bothering to change out of my tank top and adidas gym shorts. My anxiety starts to peek and I get anxious. Oh dear god I hope it’s not bad.

I nervously walk up to his office and knock on his door. I clench my fist tight, waiting for a response. “It’s open,” he says on the other side. I turn the knob and open the door. He’s sat behind his desk, his tie loosened and his first two buttons on his shirt undone. I swallow hard and avert my eyes. “Have a seat Y/N.” His voice is cold and stern. It made me nervous. Kind of aroused but mostly nervous. I smile awkwardly as he just stares at me. “So you wanted to see me?,” I shrug and ask softly. He smirks and stands up, my notebook clasped firm in his palm. “I just wanted to go over your submission with you if that’s alright.” I nod slowly, confused as to what this could be. He opens my notebook and stands up. “The first problem I asked you to solve was to simplify 3log3(-5),” he walks behind me and places my notebook in front of me. The moment my eyes see the page my stomach drops. There, I’m purple ink, was my entry about him. One of my most explicit. I almost scream curses at myself. I gave him the wrong notebook. His palms meet the table as he waits patiently for my response. My throat goes dry and I struggle to speak. “I can expla-,” he taps his finger on the first line of my entry. “Read it.”

I scrunch my face in confusion. “Wait what?” He snickers softly to himself. Suddenly I feel warm breath on my neck and I gasp. “Read what it says,” He says, his voice smooth as velvet. I rub my thighs together cursing myself internally. Now is definitely not the time to be aroused. I pick it up and start to read. “I imagine that he is the type of guy who is dominate. Like a “bend you over the knee and spank you” type of dom,” I feel his finger move my hair behind my ear swiftly that I shudder from the feeling. “Keep reading,” he says softly. I bite my lip and continue. “I also imagine that he likes to tease but at the same time keep going with the same pleasurable action…”

“Even if I beg him to stop from the intense feeling.”

I swallow hard and look at him. He finishes my sentence and I could feel myself become faint. “H-how much of this did you read?” I ask nervously. He smirks. “Almost all of it,” I gasp and bury my face in my hands. “I-I’m so s-sorry sir! I gave you the wrong one.” He scoffs and shakes his head. “Yeah no kidding Y/N.” I grip onto my notebook and stand up, my eyes staying glued to the floor. “I’ll be going now,” I attempt to walk past him but he suddenly grips my forearm and yanks me back into his chest. “Look at me Y/N,” I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. I feel his hand hold my chin and lift it upwards, encouraging me to look at him. “Open,” he says harshly and I wince. I open my eyes and they immediately lock onto his. He looks at me as if he was starving and laid eyes on what he’s been craving all along. His pupils are so large that his eyes look more black than brown. “P-professor Jaebum?” He lifts an eyebrow and pulls me in closer. The air between us is next to non existent at this point. “What do you want right now?” His voice low and smooth sends tingles up and down my back. “I really think I should go,” I say softly. I can tell by the smirk growing on his face that not only did he not believe me but neither did I believe my own words.

“But you don’t want to, do you Y/N?” I feel his arm snake around my lower back. “You sure you don’t want me to,” he looks at my notebook and snickers. “bend you over my knee and spank you?” Before I can even respond he sits down on his desk, spins me around and lays me across his lap. He groans deeply. “Is this why you showed up to my office in these shorts?” He grazes his fingers over my ass cheek. “You ass looks so perky in these,” he leans down to my ear. “I want them off of you.” He yanks them down abruptly. I gasp at the sudden action and squeeze my thighs together. He moans again. “Pink lace panties,” he clicks his tongue. “And you really thought I’d let you walk out of here with these on.” His hand comes crashing down on my bare ass and I suck in a breath at the burning strike. Not only did it hurt but it felt so good. I lift my ass a little and shake it for him. He snickers. “That’s a good girl,” he grazes his fingers again and I giggle at the ticklish sensation. “Do it again please,” I ask politely and bite my lip. Another strike echoes throughout the room and I throw my head back at the pleasurable pain. “You like that Y/N?” I shake my ass some more. “Y-yes Professor,” he smiles and forces me to stand up. He grabs me by my ass and lifts me up so I’m sitting on his lap. He buries his face into my neck and I moan from the feeling of his lips on my damp skin. I shudder and moan with every wet and needy kiss from him. His arms are wrapped around my waist to keep me from moving away from him and I love it. I run my fingers along his undercut and suck in a breath once he licks my neck from my collar to my chin. “Uhhh sir, that’s so g-good,” I moan out. He grabs my ass cheek hard earning yet another needy moan from me. “You’ve been wanting this for soooooo long, huh Y/N?” I nod quickly. “Yes sir.” He smacks and jiggles both of my cheeks. My panties get damper with every passing second. “You gotta tell me what you want princess.” I bite my lip. “I want you to play with my pussy sir.” He lifts an eyebrow and sits up a bit. He pulls me into his chest again, our eyes locking onto each other. He reaches behind me, slipping his hand into my panties. I feel his fingers slip into me with ease and I gasp at how long they are. He sees the look on my face and smiles. “Like that?” I nod quickly, too turned on to speak. “Fuck you’re so wet princess,” he starts to move his fingers agonizingly slow. “Do I make you this wet all the time Y/N,” he asks in a sing-song like tone. “What a naughty girl.” He picks up the pace and fingers me harder and faster. “Getting wet like this while I give a lecture must be torturous huh?” I throw my head back in ecstasy. “F-fuck!” I moan out as he picks up the pace. Keeping me in place, he rips his fingers out abruptly. I look at him, a panting mess. “wha-,” I start to say but he picks me up and places me on his desk. I look at him as he loosens his tie. “One thing to know about me Y/N,” he sticks his fingers covered in my juices between his lips and sucks them dry. My thighs mesh together again. “I’m a kinky bastard. And your little entries did not help tame that side of me at all.”

He unbuttons his shirt, his rock hard abs and pecks glistening from the light cascading from the window behind us. He throws it behind him and the shirt is caught on the doorknob. He grips me by my waist and yanks me to the edge of the desk. His intoxicating cologne hits me like a tidal wave when he stands between my thighs. His piercing eyes burn into mine as he lifts his fingers to his mouth. He spits on the tips of his fingers and brings them down between us. Not once did he break eye contact with me. I gasp when I feel them press hard against my clitoris. He starts to rub me slow, stars overtaking my vision. I throw my head back overwhelmed by my little bundle of nerves being pleased so slowly. He grips my head and forces me to look back at him. “Don’t you dare,” he says picking up the pace. The circular motions intensify and I moan loudly. “I want to look at your pretty face contort the closer you get,” he gets closer to my face. “I wanna hear you beg and whither away by my hand,” he licks my lips before giving them a soft peck. He presses his fingers harder against me and I whimper. Stars and birds dance around my head and I can barely think straight. “Mmmm just like that,” he kisses me hard, taking my bottom lip in between his teeth to pull slightly. I take my hands to his hair, trying to give my trembling hands something to do so that I’m not tempted to reach down and stop his actions. His kisses alone have me pooling along with his fingers and I can hardly breathe anymore. “S-s-si-sir I’m go-gonna…,” he picks up the pace again making me moan out loudly. “What was that Y/N?,” I scream out as he rubs me harder and faster. The boiling in my stomach begins to reach its peak and I try to hold it in.

At the last minute his finger switches positions and goes right under the hood of my clit and pushes upwards at a rapid pace. I scream out. This new positioning of his fingers is absolute bliss. My clit is absolutely defenseless and I am living for the feeling. My legs begin to convulse and shake. “Uh-uhh o-oh my g-god baby...y-yo-ur f-f-fingers…,” I struggle to speak as he keeps the pace and pressure. He kisses my neck again as I cry out. “Sir please…” he doesn’t stop. I grow weaker and weaker the longer he goes on. I lay back against his desk struggling to catch my breath. Another orgasm begins to build in my stomach and I whimper. He snickers at me in my weak state. “Look at you,” he sticks his middle finger inside me and presses his thumb onto my swollen clit. “My fingers have you falling apart,” it doesn’t take long until my orgasm hits me again and I scream. I reach down and grab his hand. I start to sit up and look him in the eye. “P-please,” I croak. “I-I can’t l-last lo-onger,” he leans in and plants a passionate kiss on my lips. He stops, opens his eyes, smirks and whispers “well that’s too bad now isn’t it?”

With that he sticks two more fingers in me and begins to power drill me. I scream out, gripping the back of his neck. I throw my head back unable to comprehend the pleasure I was receiving. He gets me off hard and fast with his fingers and my legs begin to shake again. A new feeling begins to boil inside me and I am far too weak to fight against it. “Ahhhh f-fu-fuck b-baby, ke-keep going!” He goes deeper, grazing my gspot. All of a sudden the desk and floor are soaked beneath me. My professor, The one I’ve fantasized about almost everyday, just made me squirt for the very first time. I scream and yank his fingers out of me, immediately closing my legs. I lay under him, a whimpering shaking mess before him. I shudder as he caresses my arm. “Sweet girl,” he cooes. I look at him with hooded eyes. “I-I can’t move.” He smirks. “Allow me.” He grabs me, encouraging me to stand. “You should bring your journal around more often Y/N.” I chuckle softly, looking down again. He brings his face down to mine. His lips mold perfectly into mine again and a melt all over again. I feel his teeth tug my lips and stop him before it escalates. He looks at me confused. “What’s wrong baby?” I shudder at him calling me that. “I should probably go. If I don’t then this won't end,” he cocks an eyebrow and smirks. He grabs me by my thighs and I instantly wrap my legs around him. “What's so wrong with that?,” he lays me back on the desk slowly, sending wet kisses all over my chest. “We have all afternoon.”

[thedappleddragon]

Day 87 (Sunday June 7)

I woke up from a dream where I was creating an ad for ATLA and I got into cosplay and had to find a filming location. I went to the pool and a bunch of my friends were there. I showed off my stardew farming skills to Zuko and others who were around. At some point someone started closing the pool cover while people were still in the pool, and we had to pull people out before they drowned, including Judy Hopps. The scene changed to where I was in a new school. My hair was in a bun/ponytail, partially dyed, and really messy. I accidentally wore the school gym uniform on the first day. For some reason I was really excited about the school bathrooms having tiny sinks. I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair, and it was beautiful like Katara’s. Back to the pool party, I had brought along a blanket that I own irl to use as a prop to make it looks I was riding on Appa. Someone said they had a real fur throw I could use, but I said that it went against my ways to use things taken from animals, and as I was saying that, two giant ferrets wrapped themselves in the blanket. My dad tried talking to me about the video I was making, asking if it was through the school, and I got annoyed with him saying that it was an online competition. At some point I was trying to take a shot of a beautiful sunset to use in the background of my flying on top of Appa, but no one would help my film.

I woke up and we drove 2 hours to my uncle’s house, picking up my grandfather on the way there. We stayed for a while and talked and had food and went on a walk with my aunt and her service dog. I felt a little awkward the whole time. My aunt’s father (so I guess my great uncle?) showed up and told the same story he always tells whenever college is brought up, so pretty much every time we visit. He always says that when choosing your college major to make sure there are jobs available now. His friend went to college to make cabinets, and when he graduated, turns out no one wants professionally made cabinets. He tells that story all the time and shuts down any option I mention I had been thinking about for college. But eventually we left and drove another 2 hours back, getting Arby’s on the way back. There was a boy at the window and my sister thought he was Absolutely Scrumptious. We talked and talked on the way back, and I talked a lot because I got a soda in the drivethru and got a little hyper. I had a headache the whole drive.

When I got home I was just ready to lie down and play sdv and webkinz, so I did. I seriously considered buying the husky pup webkinz because 1) it’s the pet of the month and I’ve never owned one during its month and 2) I was looking for webkinz to buy back in like January to renew my full membership and that was one of the options I wanted and 3) I’m planning on making a nursery and I need a baby webkinz for that. I don’t think I’ll actually go thru with it tho. And while I was playing stardew, I took too long watering my field and missed the sdv fair event so I just reset the day and quit. I miss festivals more than I would like because I made my farm too big 😔 I really need to make more iridium sprinklers, but sometimes I forget to buy them from Krobus on fridays and I don’t have easy access to iridium in skull cavern because I die so easily. Im waiting until the end of year 2 for that statue grandpa gives you, but I’m still in the middle of fall. I DID complete the community center tho. >:) and I built a shed the other day perfectly tucked away in a nook behind the greenhouse (I’m on the forrest farm layout) and I used all the wood/copper/iron/oak resin I had saved up filling it with about 30 kegs, but I still need like triple that to fill it completely. Maybe I could make that my winter project.

I was just walking around my kitchen eating snacks at 1:30am and thinking about stardew and had an idea. Eric Barone (the creator) mentioned that at one point in development there was a cave farming mechanic where you could plant and harvest crops in the game. I was also thinking about how you can take the mineshaft directly to the 120th floor, but there’s nothing you can actually do down there. I was thinking about what if when you reach the bottom, you could hoe around or something and find an item called jagged rock or mysterious pebbles, and get a quest to bring it to Clint, since he knows blacksmithing and rocks n stuff. Maybe it’s labeled as a geode and when you go into the processing geodes menu and click it onto his anvil it doesn’t break, or maybe his hammer breaks instead. He tells you that he’s never seen rocks like these before and doesn’t know anything about stuff that far down in the mines. You’re prompted to find someone who knows about deep in the mines so you bring them to the dwarf, and he’s like “oh my! These aren’t rocks, they’re seed pods for rare plants farmed by my people before being attacked by the shadow people” (or skip Clint part and a cutscene begins with the dwarf as soon as you come up to the cave entrance) and he would bring you down to the bottom of the mines and reveal a secret chamber with like stalagmites and stalactites and dripping water. He tells you about how these plants take months and months to grow and are extremely sensitive to light, so they cannot grow outside this cave. You don’t have to come water it or anything, but it takes a full year to grow. You only get one seed and if you check on it throughout the year you get to see long vines grow and streatching over what was barren rock. It’s not like nice green lunch vibes, but grey scraggly thorny ones. Maybe bringing it different cave items twice a week like giving gifts to villagers can effect the quality of the fruit. Each quality would have different descriptions, the lowest saying how it’s inedible and desinagrates like ash in your hands. If you grow the highest quality one the dwarf is amazed and thanks you for reminding him of his family and home or something. A very moving scene. Or it could be revealed to be a star drop plant?? Idk. You could only grow one star drop tho, and the rest are just high-quality fruits that could be cooked into a really good everything filling dish. I’m just making stuff up as I go but I like this idea. If it turns out to be a star drop fruit plant, when you walk into the secret room for the first time with it ripe on the vine there’s a cutscene with the dwarf who can’t believe his eyes and the whole room is glowing slightly purple and with little purple sparkles everywhere. Moving scene yadda yadda. Eric take fucking notes. This scene could happen weather it was a star drop or not with some modifications.

I tried writing this entry throughout the day as it was happening, idk if it makes a difference, but I might do that more often. It leads to more rambling about whoever’s on my mind at the moment instead of just what I can remember from the day

[aala-13jellychocolate]

Odious Love (Part 6)

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Author: I’m still very new to writing so I hope you all will forgive my mistake and grammar too. I'm so sorry for the late update, I have been a little busy.

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader  

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, CEO! AU  

Summary:  

Suho and you were sleeping together for the last 3 year. You were in love with him but he was not. He just wanted to depend upon someone emotionally. You were okay with it, you wanted to be with him in whichever way you can. You were not his girlfriend but he never treats you less. One day he got married to other women because of business. You thought everything was over between you two but he came back to you. He spends his wedding night with you leaving his wife all alone.    

Part 6

You were facing toward Suho, he looks angry at the same time worried, his eyes were locked on yours for some moment, then he looked at his mother and said, “How did you call my employee here without my permission?” Mrs. Kim said, “Why do I need your permission for anything? Anyways, as you are here to let us discuss the date.” From beside him, he took the small glass vase and throw in the corner of the room and said with fury, “I’M TELLING FOR THE LAST TIME. IM NOT GOING TO MARRY HER. THERE IS NOT GOING TO BE ANY MARRIAGE.” He looks toward you and said, “Did you take my permission before coming here? How many times I have told you to take my permission whenever my parent calls you. Now let’s get the hell out of here.” You stand motionless. He came to you, hold your wrist tightly and hauls you out of the mansion. You were heartbroken, but you didn’t cry.

You both were back at his penthouse as soon as you entered, he tightly wraps hands around you and said “Princess, it was nothing. Trust me, please. I didn’t tell you because I’m sure there no marriage happening.” You try to get free from his hold, seeing to your struggle he let go. You were not in the state of mind to say or hear anything. You run into a guest room and close the door. Suho keeps banging his fist on the door and calling your name again and again. You put a hand on your mouth, sit in the corner of the room and silently keep crying. When you were done crying, you get up and open the door. Suho was sitting on the ground on the opposite wall, waiting for you. He looks up when he sees you coming out of the door. You go and sit next to him, put your head on his shoulder and said, “Do you remember what did you tell me after I confessed my love for you?” He put his head on your head and said “I won’t be with anyone else. ‘It is not a relationship, but I will never cheat and I will be only your’ I remember it clearly.” You sit up straight and said, “If you were telling me earlier is the truth, please come to me after she is gone.” You stood up and said “Suho, I’ll be waiting for you, but first I want her gone. I won’t be able to bear her sight.” He gets up too, put hands on your shoulder and ask “You don’t trust me enough? When I’m saying she is no one. Princess, there is nothing between me and her. She somehow got information about my mother, but I handle it.” You took both of hand on yours and said, “I do trust, but she makes me uneasy.” He understands you and tells everything. He promises you, to find the way out of it, not to leave and trust him. He also promised not to touch you until she is gone. After knowing everything, you were uncertainty, but you still believe what Suho promise and keeping fate at him.

The day was passing nothing coming out, your bed becoming cold and colder alone. Your neighbors also make fun to see you more offend. Between all of this, your birthday comes, keeping up your fake smile, you spend the day with your parents and friend, but your heart aches because Suho didn’t even wish you. Pain in your heart keeps growing day by days and Suho seems more and more stressed. You wanted to cease his stress by saying ‘let’s just end everything between us today’ or 'I will stay as you keep me’ but your voice was stuck inside you. There were not any conversations after that day, you keep working beside him like before but still feel far away.

Again, you were at the mansion but this time with Suho and Youra was there too. Mrs. Kim and Youra set the date, inform Youra family and happily discussing further. Suho stays quiet all this time. Mrs. Kim asks you to help with the arrangement. You try to say 'No’ but end up saying 'Yes’. Afterward, Suho drove you home, during the road you keep looking at him, he didn’t say a single word. You reach home, go straight to your bed and cry.

From the next day, you were working more making sure you are tired, go home and just sleep. You were hoping by a miracle this marriage is stopped and Suho comes back to you. Unfortunately, engagement day comes. Everything was perfectly set, media to the guest everyone has arrived. Youra was first to enter and go to the stage, she looks the unbelievable beautiful now everyone waiting for Suho. 30-minute passed but Suho doesn’t arrive, part of you got happy thinking he is not coming, he must have found the way out of this marriage. Mrs. Kim also seems tensed, after more 10-minutes, Suho entry with Mr. Kim looking perfect, he smiled toward people around him. It hurt you, more he smiles more you draw yourself in the corner. Suho goes to the stage, his mother’s announcement the engagement and his father's announce the company’s new investment agreements. You cannot be there anymore, you just left. You messaged Mark saying you are not well.  

Just after 20 days after the engagement announcement, the wedding date was set. To move your mind and heart away from it, you started to overwork. You cannot sleep anymore, every night seeing the nightmare about them being happy and you are just watching them, so you clean your already cleaned apartment. If you stay without work for even a minute you start crying. Your health started to decrease, but you did not care about it.  

Your mother comes to visit you, seeing your condition, she made you take the holiday from work and took proper care of you for 3 days. Your mind was not working, you cannot cry at home because of your mother, your pain was bottle inside. Seeing your different behavior, your mother keeps asking 'What is wrong?’ you just tell her because your boss is suddenly getting married there is a lot of work, which was partly the truth.    

Mr. Kim called you in the mansion to give you a few important files. He asks “Y/N, are you taking your medicines properly?” You look up at him and said “I don’t need it anymore, I’m all good now” He laugh shortly and said, “You are not good at lying.” You give him a puzzled look and says, “You are not ‘All good’. Anyone can see it.” He pushes and continues "I’m sorry on behalf of my wife, she has given you the extra burden of handling this marriage. Just more 5 days after that you can take proper rest. I’ll make sure you get the proper holiday.” You nodded and said, “It's going to be difficult to get a holiday, I doubt Mr. Junmyeon will give permission.” He said, "Are you forgetting I’m his father.” You smile, nodded and say “Thank You, Sir” He stares at you with wide eyes and said “Sir? You are calling me 'Sir’. I guess you are really tired.” You look down to hide your awkwardness.  

After the meeting Mr. Kim, Mrs. Kim called you to dress designer’s office, Youra and Suho were there too, to see the wedding dress fitting. Again, she looks too beautiful in white grown and Suho look handsome in the tuxedo next to her, like the perfect couple. You hardly keep your expression in control, pain in your heart was ready to leave from your eyes any time. Youra calls you and said to click the picture of both of them on her phone, Mrs. Kim pushes you forward. You click the picture and look at it, it was perfect, both of them smile of magnificent. You had enough, while they go and change, you excuse yourself. You cannot go home because your mother is there, she cannot see you crying. You keep walking and silent crying. After walking for hours, feeling tired, go home, got fresh and sleep hugging your mother.

Next day your mother goes back home, it gives you relief some extent. Only 4 days were left for the wedding and you need to be alone so you can cry at least in peace. Everything changed in just a few days, Suho who was crazy for you but now he didn’t even speak directly. And you couldn’t even look at him, scared to see happiness or any kind of love for Youra. He didn’t even a message and ask you ‘How are you?’ when you got sick and took holidays, maybe he already started to forget about you. After thinking you decide to leave everything and go back home. It would be good for you, you cannot stop being jealous of her or stop loving him ever and Suho the right to fall in love with her, she is prefect matches for him.

The next day you and Suho were working late. You complete your work in your place while Suho was inside his office. You waited and build up the courage. When the clock shows 10 p.m. somehow you knock at his door, he asks you to come in. You stand in front of his desk; he didn’t look toward you busy in a file in front of his eyes. You said, “Mr. Junmyeon, I have something to say.” He didn’t look up, just keep working. You keep the resignation letter on the desk and said “I want to quit this job” His hand stops moving, still didn’t look up and roar “Y/N” You sigh and said “My parent want me to come back and stay with them. After your wedding, I can leave.” His hands start moving again and he said, “You have to give 6 months notices before leaving you to know the company policy and……” You cut him and said “Junmyeon, please. I have to go. Please, I’m beg……” He cut and said, “Leave when you find the replacement for you.” You nodded and said, “Thank You, Mr. Junmyeon.” It was so easy for him to let you go, so he did fall for Youra. You nodded and left the office. It all ended where it was started three and a half year ago.

Time was really going slow but the wedding day comes, you check preparation and Guestlist before going home. The wedding was at 6p. m you were leaving by 4p. m, not have an inclination for seeing marriage. Your team member coming toward you, Mark said “Wow, you look too good in jeans and an old T-shirt. You should have told me if this was a dress code of the wedding.” Jimin added, “Anyways, we don’t have any enthusiasm to be in this wedding.” You just rolled your eyes on this comment. Jia innocently said, “I wish you were marrying our CEO.” It hurt you hard, making your heart break all over again. Aera lightly hit her shoulder and said “Shhh!! You want to go jobless. Don’t mark useless comments.” You hand over the guest list to Mark and said, “His 8 friends are coming, you just have to attend them and other guests will be handled by the hostess.” Jia said “Y/N have you seen all of them. I have heard they are too handsome” She gives a cute smile. You said “Yup, I have seen all of them. More 3 are there, they couldn’t come and yes, all of them are handsome” Mark ask “Y/N are you really okay? You look …. Disasters” everyone looks toward you. You smile and reply “Nothing, just tired. I didn’t get good sleep whole months” Mark gives you side hug and said “Don’t worry about here. Just take good rest” You nod. Jimin said “Y/N last thing I want to ask. Why we have to work tomorrow?” Every one of you pouts but no one has an answer for it. Suho is not giving a holiday, saying he will also work the next day after his wedding too. You haven’t told about your resignation, tomorrow morning you will inform, you were going to miss all of them, they are good friends and have supported you a lot. You said ‘Bye’ and left.

You reach home and hope for time pass quickly; you were not at the wedding but by heart, you know the details of what time what will happen. As soon as the clock shows 6 you become hysterical. Sit in the corner and keep watching toward clock want to reach 10p. m soon so everything will be over, every passing second you remember memories and regret not saying a proper goodbye. If you have let him touch you for the last time, the last kiss, the last date would have been better. Crying and remembering a thing, you closed your eyes new imagination cross your mind, their first night it made you more miserable than you were. Now you want this night to get over anyhow, without breaking your heart and mind more.

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His princess left him alone, he knew it was not her fault, if he had told the truth from the being, she would never leave his side. He knew them both were right in their place. He starts working harder to keep his promise to her, find any weak point of Youra or her family. It was something his father can help with; he every day go to the mansion and ask his dad for help but he refuses. His princess still taking care of him, silently still it comfort him. Her birthday comes, whole day he was aching to wish her and give her a gift but he couldn’t bring himself to due to his date with Youra again, it was making him guilty.

He is failing, the announcement date is fixed and Y/N was there at that time, he can clearly see her pain, he also felt pain in his heart. He drove her back to her apartment, whole while she was looking at him, he didn’t have the courage even to say sorry.

From next day she becomes vex; she was working more than required. When regular work gets over, she finds an old file to read. On the announcement date, he got a clue his father knows something. Youra reaches stage but he didn’t go and wait for his father. After a long argument, he got on his knee in front of his father and said “Please dad. I cannot, I don’t want to marry her.” His dad said “Right now if you cancel, our goodwill will get hurt. We will talk about it later tonight. For now, go to the stage and let the announcement happen.” It gives him relief; he believed his father and he smile. He went inside the venue smiling, he has some good news to tell his princess and have her back to his arms.  

After the engagement announcement without his knowledge his father announced an investment plan in each other company, it made him furious. He was looking for Y/N but nowhere to be found. Mark told him; she went home, he cursed himself for smiling like an idiot and hurting her. His father calls him at the Mansion afterward and told him, he has to marry to Youra, tell him how the whole company and his mother will get hurt if he doesn’t. Again, the long argument and then nothing. He challenges his father, he will find a way out of this mess before the wedding, his father warns him he cannot do anything as he never been manipulating a person. He hires the private investigator to dig dirty of Youra and his family.

He was seeing his princess distraction and he couldn’t do anything about it. She is losing weight and her make-up was getting heavier day by day. She was not doing the work properly; everything was full of the mistake. He wants to scowl, her for it, but looking at her damaged state, he couldn’t bring himself too. He didn’t understand why she took a job to handle this wedding and hurt herself more. It really worried him when she got sick and took 3 days off, hardly she uses to take one day off no matter how sick she is. He Thanks God because her mother comes and saves her a little. He was angry at himself for hurt her like this, he was not showing although he was in more pain than her.

He was being careful not increasing her pain, but unfortunately, his mother called her to the designer’s office. She was kept looking down, again and again, to stay in control. Youra being imbecilic, she asks Y/N to take their picture, it made him angry, but he couldn’t do anything considering his father warning to keep smiling until he finds the way out of this marriage. By the time he changes and comes back, Y/N was gone. He sends his mother and Youra off and goes looking for her. He sees her walking; he also walks with her from distant after hours she went back home then he did too.

He was working late tonight. First, he corrects his princess mistake in all of her work, then he looked at search result which private investigator has given, nothing major comes out of it, it was showing all small mistakes which have no meaning compared to his mother sin. Y/N come into his office, he didn’t look up, she said “Mr. Junmyeon, I have something to say” he didn’t look up, just keep working. She put an envelope on the table and said “I want to quit this job” It made him still. No, it cannot be happening, how I’m supposed to leave without even seeing her. He said her name in disagreement. She made an excuse to leave after my wedding, he is not going to allow her to leave and said, “You have to give 6 months notices before leaving, you know the company policy and…..” She cut him and said in the pleading voice “Junmyeon, please. I have to go. Please, I’m beg……” he cut her and said, “Leave when you get the replacement for you.” For now, he agreed, he cannot argue right now. When she left, he looked at the time, it was the same time and the same place everything had begun years ago, it cannot end like this.  

He was looking out of the window, seeing his princess was working around the wedding venue. Suddenly thought run on his mind, if Y/N was the bride he wouldn’t have any issues to get married, earlier he never likes the idea of marriage. After failing, he can only do one thing, if he ends up in the hospital it will halt the drama but how? In frustration, he grabs his hair, his father entry his room and said “If you thinking about hurting yourself, it is useless and I don’t think I teach you to choose the easy way out” He rolled his eyes and huff. He didn’t a look toward his father still looking at her. When Mark gives her side hug, he got extreme jealousy. He knows nothing is between them. He didn’t have a good look at her and someone else is already being touchy. His father said “Only two hours left. Start getting ready” He saw her leaving from the venue, he turns around and said “What do you know about Youra family? And why are you getting blackmailed? I have never seen you get manipulated by anyone before” His father huff and said, “After everything you still don’t want to get married?”  

He said a rough voice “No. I never wanted or want to. I’m telling you from the start and stop avoiding the question”

“Have you forgotten you are talking with your father. It is best for everyone, this marriage is best for us.”  

“What is good for me?”

“Suho, they know too much about us, we don’t have any choices here”

“But you know how to stop them, then why?”

“My wife is on a stake; her image is at stake. You should be happy, Youra is a nice girl, even after knowing everything she respects and loving your mother”

He laughs and said “Is this a joke? You both cheat on each, don’t show me your fake love and CEO floor know about it, none of them disrespected mom”

“SUHO STOP NOW. You will get married to Youra end of the discussion. I tired of saying the same thing again and again. Now, get ready” His father reaches to the door, he said “If I go ought this marriage, forget you have a son” His father ignores it and go out, shutting the door behind him.  

He got ready and waiting, a tear leaves from his eyes, thinking about his princess, she must alone in heartbreak. Someone knocks on his door, he wipes the tear and said “Yes” His father said “Come down in 5 minutes and don’t try to pull any stunt” He got up and go down.

While the marriage process was going on, his mind was full of thought. All the ritual was over and the ring was getting exchanged. When Youra leans for a kiss, hardly his lips touch her, he pulls away, it’s repulsive him. Now he wanted his princess anyhow, he cannot stay away, he doesn’t want to, even if she hates him, he would never let her go.  

After a really long time he was seeing his 8 friends, they congratulate him and like him like a business person, not as friends. He doesn’t know how to feel, leaving him every one of them stick together and it hurt, only Y/N know how he feels about them. Around 9:30 his need at this wedding got over. He gets away from the guest’s eyes, removing his tie and throw it on the ground, ready to leave. Mr. Kim calls him “Suho, where are you going?” He smirks and said “Junmyeon. From now onward it is Junmyeon, I told you if I do get married to her, you lose your son. And I don’t care about anything, anymore. I will do whatever I want.” This drama was watched by his CEO floor employees and his 8 friends but he doesn’t care and leaves.  

He drove his car and reach her apartment. He was a little afraid to knock at her door. Her neighbor came out of her place and said “You are Y/N boss. I heard you got married today, congratulations” He just nodded. She asks “What are you doing here on your wedding night?” ‘I want my Princess’ he thought, but don’t what to say loudly, Y/N opens the door. He saw in her eyes, he remembers his jealousy, his pain, his need, and unnamed emotion. He couldn’t control himself anymore, her neighbor again said “Excuse me, what are……..” he didn’t care. He cupped his princess' face and kisses her; she immediately kisses him back and her hand lock around his neck. Her neighbor must be stock by seeing the passionate kiss but they didn’t care. He pushes her inside her apartment, not breaking the kiss, one hand tightly wraps around his waist, pull her body on his and other closing doors behind.

[strange-spaghetti]

☽☼ King Crimson ♪ 

I don't think I've ever seen one of my original flautist/saxophonists before, so hearing Mel Collins play, my reaction was absurd & I had no means of toning down my enthusiasm because OhMyGod! Incredible! I went berserk! My entire being: enamored & amazed. Sometimes the sax & horn levels were too low & his monitor must have been too high (& he will gesture to the s.e.). But the flute! He sounded gorgeous. Every time he picked up the flute, I was beaming. FRAME BY FRAME! Having flute on Frame By Frame was my favorite aspect of the night. That! was So! good! Belew Crimson is my favorite (sorry, Greg- sorry, Wetton- sorry, dude I can't recall the name of because frankly I only really go to that era when I want Mel, Lizard, & crazy jazz textures X)... Definitely not enough Simmons *bongk-pingk* electronic drums, but maybe that's a novel Broof thing they don't want reflected on them now. I don't know, I think Simmons is kind of just as synonymous with Crimson as mellotron... which also was very mildly done, but psyched whenever Fripp went for his keyboard. TONY! Man, too cool. What a character & a player. Maybe because of my horrible car speakers I expected the chapman stick to be louder (haha, duhmb), but way cool & sounded (&felt) beautiful on Starless. Starless was pretty shaky getting into it. &! I think, unless he was on some SERIOUS delay or loop, The Sax Was Dubbed! he went to fix the mouth piece & uhh.., sax was still playing. The dudes in front of me noticed too, so I can't be making it up. A lot of the heavyheavyheavy metal-esq jams that ya know scatters out & then collectively comes back after a few minutes to f*cking HIT you back into the song AHHHH!!!!! I was so excited to experience that. I love the long tedious & sometimes dragged bits that are Absolutely necessary to play contrast to the build up & bring back, like I get psyched watching videos of them do that & it was SO! Great to live in one of those moments. Professionals, dudes. An honest to god skill being able to do that sh*t live, in one take, right before you. Super incredible.  "Who's doing this?" Oh, my god, Alice that's Fripp! Godddddd, I love him! His way of playing is out of this f*cking world & he can make a guitar sound like a synth or a percussive instrument. A craftsman. There was this moment, wish I could remember which song, where the lights went dark red (not much stage design or lighting, which for them, works). This red presence canvased all & then there was Fripp: a vision in front of green illumination coming from the screens of his rack interfaces. (Hi, I love lighting a lot) I soaked it up. Gorgeous & the longest of my memories because the sight of it was deeply beautiful & I was just. there. Living & truly in love with life in the present beautiful moment of looking upon Robert Fripp. Not just was it wonderful to hear King Crimson songs & watch them perform, but Robert Fripp, ya know? I love his style & solo work a lot, I admire him a lot & what moves him to do what he does & practice. A lot of what he has spoken of & speaks of resonates with me & makes sense to my way of being; musically, spiritually, just being a thoughtful human being. Ah, I saw Robert Fripp. : ) Ah! & Mel Collins☆, & Tony (again) which man oh man that man. He makes everything just a little bit brighter which is funny to say since ya  know bass, but definitely a key ingredient to full pieces of music... The singer reminded me of Billy Sherwood, that may sound daft. He just moved like him. I only know of the singer because of a photo of him & pH. His voice works, & I'm for sure hard to please in that area. Singers matter, not sorry to say. Unique one of a kind instruments that time will take & alter, you can't say that about any other musical device. Like EASY MONEY! Sounded so tight! & Even from the Bah-Dee-Dow-Dow's !!!#@$##^@#$! AHHH, Yes! So happy they did that one. They did Cat Food.. which f****ck Tony! Killer! THE.THREE.DRUMS. How in the World! That was some out of sight synchronization oh my god. From the tiniest little miscellaneous percussion, they were on it! Pat was fun to watch. Rhythmic motions within the silence & of the thundering sound. Very cool... Nice piano bits that found it's way in... "No matter how closely I study it, no matter how I take it apart." Indiscipline was very different, of course no one can beat Belew, but that was really good & HAVING. MEL. THERE! ughghhh oh mygod. F*ck your composition, SAX anywhere & everywhere! Flute in any song! Give.me.it! Like flute in Frame By Frame!!! Bonkers! Absolutely mad. So in love. How can I ever listen to that song now knowing what Mel Collins has done to it?♡ ... A lot of my night was actually really bad haha. I got lost so I missed the first 15 minutes. I entered when Pictures of a City was ending : ( Really bummed. Can't recall Moonchild or In the Court just know that of course Mel Collins took 80% of my attention. I love you Fripp, but don't put an original woodwind/horn player parallel from you.... Alright: Mel Collins. The red shoes, Dig. The glasses constantly going on & off- double dig. Pretending to throw your sax, shut up! you’re still as f*cking cute as ever. Watching him adjust his equipment was cool. Fripp really didn't fiddle about with his guitar sounds if I remember correctly. Oh! except a really out of place ~groovy~ psychedelic wah-wah pedal which could have been from the singer's guitar, but that was fun. I liked that a lot. There was a guy there with a Christian Death shirt a row in front of me. When walking out I talked to him, showed him my Rozz Williams tattoo. He was heavily tattooed everywhere. This crowd felt like a bizarre scene. a third of these folks were younger & really stylized, it was kind of a spectacle to me- so many interesting looking people. & when I got to my correct seat after intermission (yeah part of being late) like the row I was in - all young. The dude next to me was f*cking good looking. What the hell is that all about? I wonder if he was like god this chick is c*mming whenever the sax plays. UGH! MEL. I hate how far I was. He would do these incredible things & it's like I NEED to "woo!" ya know!? I was so close to screaming his name because OHMYGOD! He definitely gave me a new experience. I've heard live sax/flute before (hell, I’ve recorded jazz musicians) & I’ve heard/seen Winwood's flautist/saxophonist but it wasn't really anything, even being that they were Chris Wood's compositions; it was nice, but I didn’t feel AT ALL like how I felt here- it could not compare to how moved or how over the moon ecstatic I felt for Mel Collins playing his & McDonald’s parts. Goshh.  King Crimson was one of the first bands I got into after my decade & personality shift, & I started collecting their CDS in 2016. An immense & heavily decorated atmosphere within the music, they are one of the best bands on the planet & I'm beyond happy I got to see them. I meant to see them in 2016, but I was still new to them & I didn't want to take off work. I really really really hope to see Fripp & them again. Oh, god please let me have the chance to hear Mel Collins play again, holy f*ck. (she's still on ‘im)... I haven't stopped! But i will end this here & maybe do a Mel Collins rave the next time I watch a Bryan Ferry video or listen to Camel or Chris Squire. Oh! last thing (this massive entry was written two separate days) & today I listened to Poseidon in the car to & from work & I skipped Pictures of City because I'm going to be sour about that forever, but! then after work I listened to it & %$!#$%Y@ F*ck! Mel! I really wish I got to hear him start that song off. Still too scared to look up what I missed. Next time I'm taking a taxi to begin with from the train station... I walked south of a street when I needed to have gone north... 30 f*cking minutes walking in the WRONG direction. But I made it & King Crimson was wonderful.･`✧*☆’☽゜ ...Hm, I don’t think I mentioned Mel Collins enough. Robert Fripp, who’s that?

[yyrz]

breath, faith, taste

note: IT’S VALENTINES and you know what that means!!!

also, an entry to @bnha-angst-week​ day 7: roses // time

the title lyric is from face my fears by utada hikaru because im kh trash. and also because i wrote this with no title in mind and that just started playing and there, here we are

disclaimer: blood mention, vomiting mention, death mention

(all my, all my life)

ao3 link! | fic masterlist!

i.

The petals littering her floor cover the blood she’d spit out hours ago.

White dahlias. Those are white dahlias, from the google search she did hours ago. Kyouka doesn't know what they mean. What they are, really. She doesn't want to continue reading the page she skimmed quickly, doesn't want to know why she's coughing them up whenever her thoughts stray towards Momo—

Momo, who's in the process of meeting her partner-to-be, trapped in a marriage meeting with her parents. Momo, whose excitement felt palpable from the moment it was announced that she'd finally be wed on the eve of next year’s winter solstice. Momo, whose tears ran tracks on her cheeks, all of which Kyouka kissed away, wishing her a bit of simple good luck before letting her go.

Happiness, Kyouka told herself, watching as the Yaoyorozu family car drove away, taking the person responsible for the festering feelings in her chest. Momo was crying tears of happiness.

Don't be selfish Kyouka. She’s not crying because of her freedom and marriage to a stranger feel like a ticking time bomb. Not because your hands cupping her cheeks feel like a goodbye.

Not because you’ll stop being her friend after this whole ordeal is settled with signatures on a contract, irreversible in the eyes of the law. You’ll never stop being her friend.

Not because— not because it feels like you’re giving her away— like you’re not fighting— because you don’t want to just be her friend—— don’t be silly.

ii.

The eve of the New Year looms closer and closer, each day making Kyouka fold into herself with anxiety that, in other circumstances, wouldn’t be present in her overall demeanor. But then, those other circumstances aren’t always so filled with thoughts about Momo. And ever since her winter break, it’s been nothing but Momo in her head.

All she can do is wait for the news. Momo hasn’t called or texted her at all. The break is almost at its end — by next week, they’ll all be back in class.

Maybe Kyouka can wait until then. Maybe Momo’s busy.

An itch makes its way up her throat at the thought of Momo being busy with her... with her fiance. She suppresses it, desperate to keep the flowers from spilling from her lips. A fist is shoved into her mouth, and she forces herself not to let out the dinner she’d eaten earlier, as well as the flowers churning deep in her lungs. Knuckles white, grimace clear on her face, Kyouka finds herself losing as she succumbs to the feeling of dread forcing itself up her throat.

Her dinner comes first, and then the flowers, caked with blood, splattering against the hardwood floor. She’ll have a hard time scrubbing it away, she notes, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Not that she can leave it alone unless she wanted to explain to her parents just why she’d been throwing up flowers.

With that thought in mind, Kyouka sets off to clean up her mess.

As she picks up the last clumps of bloodied dahlias, her phone rings. The sound of Satie’s Gymnopedie No. 1 makes her drop every she’s holding, fingers fumbling to answer the call. No matter if her phone's smeared with blood now — it’s Momo who's calling her, so of course she'd answer with the promptness of an ignored soul.

“Jirou-san!” At once, everything in Kyouka’s mind clears as Momo’s voice echoes from her phone speakers, almost bouncing with glee.

They talk for hours. Kyouka’s forced to keep her coughing to a bare minimum as Momo gushed on and on about her break, asking Kyouka for details of her own. Stories fill the gap between them, and Kyouka's heart soars when she hears Momo laugh. The growing flowers seem to shrink every time she listens to Momo.

That’s good.

The ski trip she wanted to invite Momo to rears itself to the forefront of her mind. But Kyouka refrains from saying anything about it because she knows Momo will feel bad for not being able to come. Not that Kyouka had the guts to invite her, even when the opportunity presented itself, but that wasn’t the point.

Eventually, their conversation comes to a close. Momo bids her farewell (with something about her tone gives Kyouka pause) and the call ends with Kyouka's goodbye.

Her phone chimes a beat later.

momo: I missed you Kyouka! I’ll see you next week!

momo: :*    

Her heart lurches in its place behind the thick foliage growing beneath her ribs. She stares at that small emoji, a kissing face, and wonders if Momo means it or if she thinks it only a gesture of friendship.

kyouka: no prob mo. missed u 2! see u next week.

iii.

Every day, her chest aches. Every day, the pain multiplies. Every day spent with Momo is a day spent agonizing about her future. No one knows about the flowers.

Or, no one would have known, had she not run into Kaminari during an episode.

A trembling hand reaches for the blonde, as he stares in shock (and if it weren’t so serious, she’d hear him laugh at the pun). She twists in her seat, fisted hand clutching her chest as though that would alleviate the pain of flowers growing in her lungs. Dahlias don’t grow with thorns, but Kyouka feels as though a thousand have been piercing her since this all started.

She swallows a cry (and the blood, the bile, the petals) back. A shudder runs through her shoulders. Kaminari can do nothing but watch, horrified as a dribble of blood makes it past her fingers, which she wipes away.

There are questions on the tip of this tongue, and the fact that he’s yet to crack a joke at her expense makes her believe that he’s taking this as seriously as she has. It’s odd for Kaminari to do so, but the appreciation she conveys for his somber manner is still well   

No one’s there to notice anything. She’s lucky. She’s lucky Momo’s not here to see her. She’s lucky Momo’s out with her fiance.

Ha.

iv.

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Momo doesn’t know anything apart from the fluttering in her stomach; she doesn’t care about anything apart from a nagging insistence residing in her belly, urging her to spend time with Jirou. She has always known what she wanted, even at a young age. But right now, she doesn’t why her desires tell her to always be within Jirou’s range.

There’s something there. A spark? She can’t pinpoint it and for the love of God, how she wants to name the restless feeling she gets whenever she isn’t near Jirou.

She’s meeting with her fiance today and a feeling in her swells to an uproar. I don’t want to! I want to stay here! But her mother had their lunch date arranged, had planned everything and it would break her heart if Momo says that she’d rather stay with her classmates, spend the night idly chatting with them in the comfort of their common room. She already can imagine herself, sprawled on the sofa, teased for keeping her feet firmly on the floor while everyone has theirs up on the coffee table, while Iida shouts something about respecting the one who made it.

Which was her, for a dare.

It seemed like a lifetime ago. Fooling around with her classmates, when she hadn’t the slightest clue to her future. When her mother had yet to tell her about the engagement; when she had yet to meet the person she’d spend her eternity with.

They were nice. Friendly. Almost too much, like it was a farce for them, wrapped in printed paper and topped with a colorful bow. Maybe that’s what they think of Momo — a gift by her parents, or an offering to appease them.

Stop that line of thinking Momo! She feels silly for allowing such thoughts in her head when they’ve been nothing but understanding with their predicament. An arranged marriage was such an old custom, and yet here she is, here they are, in the middle of it. Ready to go through with it.

Are they really ready though?

Momo’s thoughts drift back to Jirou. She was such a supportive friend, crying with Momo when she expressed frustration for the plans her mother spewed. She wanted nothing more than to turn her back on that plan, but mother��s disappointment loomed above her head, a stormy look overshadowing the words that would’ve brought her respite. Jirou tries to lift her spirits up, easing her into the thought of a future carved into stone by her parents.

But the longer she waits, the lower the spirits drop, the deeper the pit she feels herself falling into. Momo makes her circumstance a show of happiness, even with the judgment she can feel pouring out of Todoroki and Iida’s intense gaze.

Are you happy? Is what they always ask, the pair laced with concern and anger, both at her inability to say no and her cowardice.

And she knows. Momo knows how deep her weakness falls. But she pushes aside everything that her mother has expressly forbidden her to do, ignores the own throbbing of her chest whenever she refers to Jirou has her friend.

Because deep down she knows — down to the cells making up her body, the rushing blood against her veins. She knows that friend can’t explain that throbbing; friend can’t explain the misery. The word friend can never explain the enormity of her feelings, yearning yet confined within the small space she could never let go.

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When she exits the common room, eyeing the scene of a happy Jirou nudging Kaminari, laughing at the stupidly content grin on his face, something prods against her chest. A heavy feeling, foreboding in all its glory.

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The roses littering her floor cover the stench of her disappointments and regrets.

v.

Dahlias and roses surround her, around her body, like a protective shell. Her body is floating, carried by the current.

Jumping off the cliff was her decision. Sudden but not unwanted.    

Momo follows soon after. The shouting behind her ignored as she plunges headfirst into the ocean, splitting it for a moment before she’s submerged. Her eyes sting, but she’s undeterred in her quest to locate Kyouka.

The sea seems to glow when she opens her eyes, when she feels hands cupping her cheeks, when she finally stares at Momo’s paling features, watching her cry at nothing, tears mixing with seawater. Kyouka can’t seem to speak anymore, not when water is already entering her mouth, her nose, burning her lungs into oblivion.

She breathes salt and sea, shame and desire, pulling her deeper into the abyss that was the ocean. She smiles, letting her lips touch her cheeks, letting her face bloom with heat even in the freezing depths. She finds that her hands have taken Momo’s own, holding as tightly as she could (as she can, in her weakening state).

Momo replies with the same gusto of the dying, closing her eyes, letting everything else take her. Letting go of her unhappiness, bleeding agony until only the truth remained.

Too late to say, but at the same time, it was just the right time to realize.

vi.

They’re found together, blue and no more, holding each other close.