#I’ve done it before when I fell on rocks in Japan so I’m used to it

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More weirdness my sleep app caught (￣(工)￣) I’m exhausted after yesterday’s market and sleep was body pain and nightmares LOLOLOL

#I sliced part of my foot open a couple days ago and basically took off the entire bottom layer of skin #I’ve done it before when I fell on rocks in Japan so I’m used to it #the mad sciatica and back/hip pain on my right from having to compensate for my left is nuts tho #luckily the skin(?) beneath the peel of my foot has finally hardened so no more stinging #it’s like half the size of a bottle cap. the damage I did in Japan was like a silver dollar pancake haha

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Todoroki, Shinsou and Iida protecting you

Request: Hello can I request todo, shinsou and iida protecting their girlfriend from cat callers or something like that? Basically her being in a really uncomfortable situation and even though she is a fearless hero in the field because of past trauma she freezes up in these situations? Thank you - anonymous

This post might trigger some people since they might have experienced something similar both in the cat calling and past trauma department. I’ve never really written anything so serious and triggering before so this might suck. I’m sorry in advance. So TW beware. Love yaa.💖💖💖

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warnings: trauma, PTSD, semi non-con but not explicit, cat-calling, harassment, ends in fluff

Todoroki Shouto

-Shouto is really protective of you. 

-Not an overbearing type of protective, he just wants you to be safe and sound. 

-Also he knew about your abusive past.

-When he shared his family background you shared your own trauma and history with physical abuse. 

-It hurt him to hear you saying that someone you trusted, someone who used to be in his place, betrayed you like that. 

-If he could find your ex and beat him to a plump because of how he scarred you, he would. 

-But you reassured him that you were alright now, that he showed you what being loved felt like even though he himself didn’t really know how to love and that your past is what pushed you to be a hero. 

-Your relationship lasted even after high school and now, one year into the adult world, you two lived together. 

-It had been a tough day for your boyfriend at work, having to fight three major villain attacks and a mountain of paper work to tackle. 

-Fighting along side you was the highlight of his day. 

-He was the first to arrive at your apartment and had gotten to preparing dinner for you when his phone rang. 

-You smiled back at him from the screen as he accepted the call. 

- “Hey, love. I making so-”

- “Sho someone is following me.”

-He heard the panic in your voice and immediately turned off the stove walking to the door to put on his shoes. 

- “Y/N where are you?”

-You gave him your location and he was out the door in no time. 

-He kept you on the phone, talking to you, trying to restrain your panic. 

- “H-he was outside of the pharmacy near the a-agency.” 

-You never stuttered, oh god he was going to kill the man. 

- “I walked past him and he grabbed my arm a-and pushed me on the w-wall. Shouto he tried to t-touch me.”

-He was running now, his rage making his quirk go crazy as flames rose from his left shoulder. 

- “Baby I’m almost there, go into the convenience store on the corner and wait in there.”

-Your weak okay from the other line pushed him further. 

-He knew how certain acts reminded you of your ex, even after all these years. 

-They would send you into a small panic and even though you were one of the top upcoming heroes , you were still human at the end of the day your own past haunting you. 

-He was always there to chase those fears and memories away, never letting them get to close to you. 

-And now that’s exactly what he has set out to do; chase away the man who tried to hurt you. 

-Rounding the corner he was met with a sight he wished to never ever witness again. 

-It seems that you hadn’t made it into the store when he hang up and he slapped himself for not keeping you on the call for longer. 

-He heard your sobs as the man had you pinned to the wall his hand trying to unzip your jeans. 

-Shouto was fuming. 

-Without a second thought he grabbed the man by his jacket and shoved him to the ground, grabbing your elbows to steady you before pushing you gently behind him as the man stood up. 

- “Want a taste of her too boy?”

- “Get the fuck away from her!”

-Shouto kept one of his arms behind him pressing you onto his back as the other activated his quirk frost forming from his elbow to his palm. 

-He could feel your trembling as you clutched onto his shirt, on of your hands grasping his own squeezing it. 

-The man backed away at the sight of Shouto’s ice raising his hands in the air admitting defeat. 

-Shouto however had other plans. 

-Freezing the man on the spot he growled as he fished his phone out of his pocket and called the police reporting what the man had done and his location.

- “If I ever see you again anywhere near her I’m not going to be this kind got it?”

-And with that you two left as the police sirens sounded in the distance. 

-Back in your apartment, Shouto helped you get undressed and then ran you a bath, wiping away the man’s touch and leaving small kisses were his hands used to be. 

-He helped you get dressed in one of his hoodies and a loose pair of sweatpants before setting you down on the couch and ordering your favorite food.

-He heard your small sniffles and sat down beside you, bringing you on his lap and letting you cry it out, rocking you back and forth as he kisses your hair.

-You calm down after some time but Shouto won’t let you leave his embrace.

- “I won’t let anyone else hurt you ever again. I don’t care where I am you will always call me when something happens. I love you.”

-For the next month or so Shouto was at your beck and call, never leaving your side and even going as far to take some days off to spend as much time with you as possible.

-He kept his promise as he kept you safe for the rest of your lives. 

Shinsou Hitoshi

-Hitoshi was there for you when he found out about how one of you family members had hurt you. 

-He was there when you would wake up with nightmares while sleeping in his dorm. 

-Or when you had panic attacks after someone came at you in a way that seemed all too familiar. 

-He was there every step of the way. 

-Hitoshi was really amazed at how you zoned in on your work and those thoughts never held you back. 

-PTSD was hard to battle and even harder to deal with in a work place such as yours. 

-After high school your panic attacks fell in numbers, leaving you to rest peacefully at night.

-Shinsou was sure he had chased your demons away, that you felt completely safe with him and that he would never see your trembles of fear ever again.

-But he was wrong. 

-You two were out on a date, walking along the beach on a sunny day enjoying each others company. 

-Shinsou went to buy you two ice cream leaving you to wait for him on a bench.

-You were minding your business, checking up with your agency to make sure everything is alright; after all it’s not everyday that your main two heroes are out of commission for the day. 

- “Damn girl where’d ya get all that ass!”

-It came from a group of man behind you who were staring at you like a piece of meat.

-You tried to ignore them switching to your messages ready to text Hitoshi.

- “Those shorts look so tight on you sweetheart.”

- “I bet it’s not the only thing that’s tight about her.”

-You had frozen up at the nickname.

-It brought back everything you and Shinsou had managed to scare off, pushing them down your throat making your insides twist in disgust. 

 -He isn’t here it’s just some awful cat callers, Y/N calm down. 

-You tried to calm yourself down using your common sense, separating the two situations and pointing out the differences, a  technique Shinsou had taught you while you were still in high school.

-You were so lost in thought you hadn’t noticed the three men hovering over you, one of them reaching down to grasp your thigh. 

-That’s when you started to tremble.

- “Aw look at her, she’s so excited..”

- “Let’s go have some fun pretty girl.”

- “We’ll make you feel so good you won’t be able to walk home.”

-You shoved the man’s hand away and went to get up only for an arm to snake around your waist  pulling you back down on the bench. 

- “Now now sweetheart don’t be naughty.”

-You wanted Hitoshi. 

-You wanted your Hitoshi so bad right now.

-And as if you had summoned him, purple hair could be seen above the men’s heads. 

-Shoving them off of you one more time you pushed through hitting Shinsou’s chest as he wrapped an arm around you. 

-He pushed you behind his back before scanning the three men, leveling them with a glare so sharp it could slice right through them. 

- “You better leave my girl alone before I get really angry.”

-The men scrambled to their feet before running off, terrified from Hitoshi’s structure. 

- “Kitten! Kitten are you alright? Did they hurt you? Please kitty talk to me.”

-Tears ran down your cheeks and Shisnou just pulled you gently into his chest before telling you that he was taking you home.

-This man will do everything in the house after that. 

-He undresses you and helps into the shower to clear their touch from your skin, then he dresses you in one of his large hoodies and lays you on the couch. 

-He can see you are still trembling so he comes back and takes you into his arms before going back to doing whatever he had in mind. 

-Now this is a scene to behold. 

-Two of Japan’s strongest heroes are walking around their house cosplaying a panda and its bamboo stick. 

 -He orders take out and then lays on the couch, still having you on his lap drowning your sobs in his chest as he says over and over again how sorry he is for leaving you alone and how much he loves you. 

-He knows you haven’t had an episode in what felt like ages. 

-It really shook him seeing you so helpless and terrified again. 

-He swore he would never see that petrified glint in your eyes. 

-That was his new mission. 

-And he was willing to do anything to accomplish it. 

Iida Tenya 

-Iida is well aware about how your ex had forced you to do certain things with him. 

-He also knew how you believed that what had happened had been your fault. 

-He had reassured you that nothing was your fault,that your ex was to blame and to never see yourself other than the victim in this situation. 

-It hurt him to see you suffer so much. 

-He had provided you with a shoulder to cry on and soon enough you two were together.

-When during your last year of high school, his comfort and words didn’t really cut it he encouraged you to see a therapist. 

-And that helped you a lot. 

-It untangled the parts Iida couldn’t reach on his own and coupled with his support you managed to pull yourself fully out of the whole that your ex had dug. 

-Now Iida knew that somethings still triggered you. 

-He knew what he should and shouldn’t do while you two are being intimate and what he should watch out for. 

-So when you two are taking the train to visit Deku in his agency for his birthday and he feels you squeezed his hand a little too hard he knew something was up. 

-You had buried you face in his shoulder, something he wouldn’t allow if you had asked, squeezing his hand as your breathing became uneven. 

-Iida looked around expecting to see your ex somewhere thinking that he was the reason for your small attack. 

-But he found no one he knew in the crowd. 

-Then his eyes fell back down to you and from the corner of his eye he caught movement under your dress. 

-Following the source of the movement with his eyes he was met with the lustful eyes of a grown ass man, his hand under your skirt groping and squeezing you. 

-He saw his hand trying to separate your thighs and that’s when he fully snapped. 

-Grabbing the man’s hand he shoved it in his chest before placing himself between you and him. 

- “How dare you touch her like that? You should be ashamed of yourself!!”

-The whole train was looking at the man at this point and Iida could see how the vein on his forehead popped. 

- “Being an adult, you should know better.”

-Others chimed in insulting and shaming the man while others asked you if you were alright. 

-At the next stop the person got off a chain of angry comments following him out. 

- “Y/N honey are you alright?”

-You buried your face in his chest and he let you stay there for the rest of the ride. 

-He placed on hand on your back rubbing soft circles over your sweater and talking to you not allowing your thoughts/memories to creep further into your mind. 

-He kept your hand in his for as long as you were away from your apartment. 

-You would squeeze his hand every now and then, grounding yourself. 

-Once at home late that evening he pampered you. 

-He ran you a bubble bath and cooked your favorite food. 

-He made a small pillow fort on your couch while you were in the bath and he waited for you to finish. 

-The rest of your day and night was spent in your boyfriend’s arms never letting you go once. 

-He provided his warmth and comfort. 

-Just like when you were in high  school.

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🗓 Save Me (Ken “Draken” Ryuguji) #01 – Idiot

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"Sometimes I just wanna quit, tell my life I'm done with it... when it feels too painful. Sometimes I just wanna say, I love myself but not today... when it feels too painful." ONE OK ROCK - Heart of Gold

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I thought moving to Japan would be a fresh start, a chance for me to reinvent myself and be a better person. I was convinced that when I moved here, something magical would take place and flip my life on its head like this were some kind of anime, but that didn't happen. I was a shut-in back in the states and I was a shut-in here in Japan, too. I was still socially awkward, going out of my way to avoid human interaction and wasting my life away playing video games, pretending that I'm some strong hero that people depend on to save the day. Nothing changed for me except the scenery. How long can I go telling myself that tomorrow I'll change before I stop believing myself? How long will I buy into my own bullshit before hope completely dies?

Wow, I'm starting to sound pretty emo these days. I guess I've always been this way to some degree, but maybe I've gotten worse since my dream Japan life was downgraded to a shitty late-night comedy that no one tunes in to. Jeez, get out of your head, girl. That's a nasty place to be. I did my best to ignore my encroaching thoughts, focusing on the sound of the music pumping through my ears and the manga in my hands. To be honest, I don't even know what's happening in the damn book. I'm only five pages in but I can't remember a single word. Was it boring or am I just not paying attention? Probably both.

If that damn train would hurry up, maybe -

It all happened so fast. One minute I was in my own head, waiting for the train to arrive and the next I see a guy falling onto the tracks, only he wasn't alone. In his panic, he had reached out and grabbed onto whatever he could to try and save himself, but it didn't work. He had pulled me down onto the tracks with him and the train was barreling toward us!

The last thing I heard was screaming, but I don't know if it was my own or someone else's. There was a flash of blue light and then… nothing.

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People say when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes, but how could they possibly know that unless they were dead? Did they purposefully kill people and then bring them back just to see? That honestly sounds like something humanity would do, but I'm not buying it. I know I got hit by that train. I could feel the impact against my body as if a linebacker had decided I was a more fitting target than the guy with the ball. My whole body hurts, but aren't you supposed to feel nothing when you're dead?

A groan passed my lips as my eyes fluttered open, taking in the afternoon sky above. Heh. I can't even die properly, ain't that some shit. It took a minute to regain feeling in my body and I slowly sat up, trying to make sense of where I was. Nothing looked familiar, but I was sure that this was still Japan. How the fuck did I go from train tracks to the middle of the street? Was it some kind of fucked up dream caused by the sheer amount of Dr. Pepper, tacos, and anxiety that are constantly in my system? The more that I thought about it, that actually made sense. Typically when you don't take care of yourself, your body tends to send a royal 'fuck you' in reply.

I pulled myself to my feet, wincing at the pain in my neck. It felt like that time I fell asleep in the kitchen, half standing while the counter supported my upper body. It was ungodly uncomfortable and I have no fucking idea how I stayed that way for so long, but it happened and it really felt like I had done it again. Though I'm pretty sure my fear of human contact would stop me from falling asleep in public even if I was dead on my feet.

"Hey, look! It's a foreigner."

"A foreign chick, too."

"Yeah, but she's not much of a looker is she?"

"Aren't Americans supposed to be exotic?"

"Ugh, if all Americans look like her, I'm never visiting."

"Right? Ahahaha."

My hands clenched at my sides and I kept my head down, not looking up from the pavement beneath me. The three guys were speaking loudly so they clearly wanted me to hear - or maybe they just figured I couldn't speak Japanese. Either way, I can feel their eyes on me and I'm not okay. Calm down, calm down! People like this are hyenas - they can sense fear and they'll exploit it. All I have to do is treat them like I treat all of my problems - ignore it 'til it goes away. No sweat.

I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible which, given my track record, probably wasn't very inconspicuous at all; hands stuffed into my pockets, head raised but eyes glued to the pavement and my shoulders slouching as if that would somehow make me invisible to them. Obviously, it didn't work but it made me feel better at least. I listened intently for the sound of footsteps behind me, but there was none and their laughter was slowly fading as I put more distance between us. They're not following me, oh thank Deadpool.

The tension in my shoulders was the tiniest bit less painful as I turned the corner and - ran right into someone. Fuck me. I didn't even have to look up to know that whoever I just hit was big, powerful, and angry at being touched by a peasant such as myself. I swallowed hard, my lips parting to apologize but the words wouldn't come. It's not that hard, for fuck's sake! Just say sorry and move on! But my vocal cords were on strike. Should I just run? No, let's be real here, my fat ass can manage a very brisk walk at best and crawling like half a zombie in a dungeon at worst.

"Oi, say somethin'!" The man barked angrily. "Stupid foreigners! You can't just hit someone and then stand around with your thumb up your ass. Show some damn respect."

He's right, dumbass. Say you're fucking sorry. Go on, say it! "I-I… I, um…" Real smooth.

He snorted. "What's that, foreigner? Can't speak our language? Then maybe you shouldn't be here!" In the blink of an eye, he had shoved both of shoulders hard. My legs didn't even try to keep me upright, buckling under the stress and sending me to the pavement. My hands at least TRIED, but all they got for their trouble was some scraped skin, not that I could really feel it with so much adrenaline pumping through me. Is this what steroids feel like? Nah, that's a stupid thought. If it was, I'd feel powerful, not like a puppy that shit in its angry owner's shoe.

"Boss, what's goin' on?"

"Hey look, it's the foreigner."

"No way! Is she stupid or somethin'?"

Three sets of footsteps appeared behind me and I knew it was the three hyenas from before. I was officially surrounded by people who were easily stronger than me considering I had the strength of a toothpick. And not those fancy name brands toothpicks - no, no, one of those cheap ones that breaks when you touch it. Wait, that makes me sound fragile… I mean, I kind of am, but… no, no, I'm not a fucking vase!

"Idiot."

"The fuck did you just call me?"

Oh my fucking Deadpool, I just said that out loud, didn't I? Wow, we can check that on the list of what not to do when faced with someone twice your size and ten times your strength… if the train didn't kill me, these guys sure were going to. No, what am I thinking? Am I really going to just give up that easily? If I'm going to die anyway, I should at least TRY to retain some of my dignity… right?

Taking a deep breath to try and calm my racing heart, I pulled myself to my feet. I tried to lift my gaze, but the second it landed on his square face, I immediately dropped it back to the ground. Fuck, this guy's massive and ugly. All the more reason to get this over with quickly. Another deep breath. There ya go. Now, apologize! "I-I… I'm sorry…"

"Hah? What was that, foreigner? I couldn't hear you over your broken Japanese!" He scoffed, making the hyena crew bark out a laugh.

Try again, louder this time. You got this. "I'm so-sorry…!"

"Sorry for what, puppy?" One of the hyenas giggled, his voice uncomfortably close but I was too scared to turn around and check the distance between us. I was probably better off not knowing. And where does he get off calling me a puppy?! I'm not a damn puppy. If anything, I'm a fearsome cat that takes no one's shit.

"So… Sorry for… running into you…" I quickly lost confidence toward the end and the words came out as more of a mumble than anything, but I did my part. I apologized and now it was time to get the fuck outta dodge. I bowed my head lower and tried to speed walk around him but he shot his arm out to stop me. It was like the trunk of a fucking tree.

"You scuffed my shoe, foreigner. An apology ain't gonna fix that, now is it?"

I didn't even touch his shoe! And more importantly, I haven't stopped staring at them because they are actually nice tennis shoes and I wouldn't mind having a pair to - stop getting sidetracked! There's not a single mark on those shoes. If anything, it's weird how clean they fucking are.

"What are you gonna do about it, hm?"

I could smell his breath when he leaned toward me and it smelt like fish that had decided to sunbathe for a few hours. Every time he spoke, a puff of hot air would hit my cheek before that smell filled my nostrils and it sent a shiver of disgust through my body.

"Hey, she's tremblin'!"

"I think she likes you, boss!"

"Ahahaha. Maybe she's the type that likes danger."

For fuck's sake, are these guys on crack? That was clearly a shiver of disgust!

Their 'boss' straightened his back and puffed out his chest and I could just hear the grin in his voice. "Oh yeah? You like what you see, foreigner? Is that why you came here? Well, who am I to deny a woman, huh?" He reached out for me and I stepped back on instinct, not wanting to be touched by this terrifying, strange man. "No need to be shy~"

Oh Deadpool, how the fuck do I get out of this? I would much rather have the train…

"Wow, I've never seen someone so delusional before."

That voice is new. Great, there's another one?

"What did you just fucking say?" 'Boss' growled, turning around to face the newcomer.

With his attention elsewhere, I felt a bit comfortable observing him for a moment. He was pretty tall and thin, wearing baggy pants and a black and white baggy shirt over a tank top. His hair was… interesting. The color of caramel, it had been pulled into one long braid down his back, the sides of his head shaved, showing off a tattoo on the left side of his temple and curling down to his neck. He was holding a white plastic bag in his hand. Jeez, this guy looked like even more trouble, but… this might work in my favor. If he distracts them enough, I might be able to slip away.

"I said you're delusional," the tall one replied, a deadpan look on his face. "Anyone can tell she's scared, not attracted to you."

"I suggest you mind your own business, brat, before you get hurt." 'Boss' cracked his knuckles and I could feel the three hyenas slowly making their way closer. One had a metal bat slung over his shoulder while another had spiked brass knuckles. What the fuck. That would have been a good thing to notice earlier, brain!

"You've got some nerve, talkin' to our boss like that."

"Let's fuck 'em up. Teach 'em a lesson he'll never forget."

"Ahahaha, we'll rearrange that pretty face of yours."

"…"

"Dude, did you just call him pretty?"

"Am I wrong?"

"I -"

I glanced at the newcomer again and nodded in agreement. He's certainly more attractive than these clowns. A cry of pain left my lips when I felt someone grab the back of my neck, yanking me backward. It was the guy with the bat and he didn't look happy.

"What're you agreein' for, puppy?"

"Yeah! You belong to boss now, no lookin' at other men!"

"L-Let go of me!" I cried, trying to pry his hand off my neck but his grip was like iron. Or maybe I'm just really that weak. That's a depressing thought. My eyes locked with the stranger's gaze and I noticed it had darkened considerably.

The plastic bag slipped from his grip and before it hit the ground, he had darted up toward 'Boss,' decking him right in the gut. He groaned loudly, stumbling back a few steps before throwing a punch at the tall one which he easily dodged before slamming his foot into the guy's side, sending him flying to the ground. His back was to us now and he couldn't see the hyena rushing at him with the brass knuckles poised. I shoulda stayed quiet, but I didn't.

"W-Watch out!"

He turned just in time, catching it with his fist. Blood slid down his skin, dripping to the ground, but he didn't even flinch as he tugged the guy closer before slamming his fist into the guy's face. He was down for the fucking count, his nose misshapen. I heard a click before I felt something cold and very sharp pressing against my throat. How many fucking cliches have I ticked off at this point?!

"Don't move or I'll slit her throat!"

The male straightened up and, to my surprise, he did as he was told, not moving an inch. His eyes met mine and they were soft. Was he telling me not to worry, that everything would be okay? Or was he apologizing because he had no intention of letting these idiots get the better of him which most definitely spelled out my demise? I didn't want to know the answer, so I closed my eyes, trying to imagine myself in one of my video games.

I heard fighting and the sound of bones cracking. Metal slapping concrete. Cries of pain and anger. I didn't feel the knife anymore and the hand at the back of my neck was gone, but the skin still throbbed as if he were still holding me. Still, I kept my eyes closed, wishing I was anywhere but here. I made a mental list of all the things I had done in my life that might warrant this as punishment and it was surprisingly longer than I would have liked. Huh, maybe I am an asshole.

"Hey." The voice was soft, just a foot or so away from me. "You okay?"

I swallowed hard and my throat stung, but I slowly opened my eyes, finding the hyenas and their boss all KO'd on the ground, none of them moving. Pretty sure that one isn't even breathing… The tall one took a step toward me and I took a step back on instinct, prompting him to hold his bloody hands up.

"Relax, I'm not gonna hurt you."

He seemed sincere enough, but… what if he's just a damn good actor? He probably wants something for saving me. My hands shook as I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. Fuck, why am I so broke? All I had was a 1,000 yen bill and half of a 2,000 yen bill. Even so, I took them both and held them out to him, trying to control the shake of my hand. "I… It's not m-much but please just… take it and leave me alone…"

"I don't want your money."

My brow furrowed in confusion. Then what the fuck does he want from me?

"I just want to know you're okay." His dark eyes scanned my body and I felt uncomfortable, but it was different from when the 'Boss' had done the same thing. "Your neck is cut but it doesn't look deep. Your hand is scraped up, too. Any other injuries?"

My pride. My lack of social skills. My brain. Fucking pick one. But I couldn't very well say that to this terrifying guy that just saved my ass, could I? Instead, I just shook my head. "No…"

"Good." He nodded his head, turning around to pick up the plastic bag he had dropped. I thought he was going to leave but he turned back toward me once he had the bag, digging inside for something. "Here, catch."

My mind had been so preoccupied with trying to determine what he had in the bag that it didn't register his words until whatever he threw at me hit me square in the face, making me wince. He sighed heavily. "You were supposed to catch it."

Well excuse me for not being very coordinated. I leaned down to pick up the object, realizing it was a fresh roll of bandages. I looked at him with confusion and he shrugged.

"I bought plenty, so keep 'em."

"T-Thank you."

"Let me walk you home -"

"No!" I replied quickly, hoping he wouldn't get angry that I just cut him off. "I-I'm good… thanks."

"Are you sure?" He didn't look convinced and I wondered if he was going to follow me anyway.

I nodded, giving him a quick bow before speed-walking away in the opposite direction, the bandages clutched tightly in my hand. I didn't stop until my legs screamed at me to give them a break, so I stopped at the park, my body falling onto the bench with a heavy sigh. I fished my phone out of my pocket and tapped the screen but nothing happened. The screen remained black even when I held the power button. What a time for my phone to die!

Okay, let's review what I know so far. My phone is dead - 48-hour battery life, my ass! I don't know what neighborhood I'm in and I have very little cash on me. I've already had my life threatened by a gorilla and his hench-hyenas. Oh, and I might be dead because I got pulled in front of a fucking train. I threw my hands up and groaned, earning a strange look from the two women who were walking by. The attention made me sink farther down on the bench, my hoodie acting like a shell that I could retreat into. What are even my options right now? I guess I could ask for directions…

I glanced at the couple standing on the other side of the fountain, sharing a large pretzel as they snuggled up against one another. To the left was an older man squinting at the newspaper in his hands and to the right was a couple of high schoolers stealing coins out of the fountain. Wow, that's… pretty fucking low. One of them glanced up and our eyes met, making me quickly look away. Nope, I didn't see shit, please continue breaking the law person who I have never seen in my life! Thankfully, he went back to what he was doing, ignoring me entirely.

I was tempted to just wander around until I could get my bearings, but my legs were tired, my head was killing me, and my hand hurt. The lesser of two evils, well in this case three evils, was the old man. So, before he could walk away, I took a deep breath and approached him. "U-Um…" He didn't acknowledge me at all, but I assumed he was just hard of hearing so I raised my voice a bit. "E-Excuse me… sir…"

"Hm?" He lowered the paper to peer at me suspiciously. "Yes?"

"H-Hi," I gave a sheepish smile that I hoped didn't look too forced as I gave him a small wave. "Can you… tell me where we are?"

"Poko park."

Right, not what I meant. "A-And where is that… exactly?"

He took in my appearance, eyes still narrowed suspiciously at me. I hoped the hoodie was hiding the cut on my neck and I made sure to keep my hand in my pocket. "Shibuya."

"S-Shibuya?" I echoed in surprise. Why doesn't it look familiar to me, then? Well, I guess I rarely did leave my apartment much aside from visiting the market sometimes and the game store. "Thank you… s-sorry to bother…"

He nodded, lifting the paper again.

I went to turn away when the front of the paper caught my eye. Printed in large letters at the top of the page was the date - July 2nd, 2010. Why is he reading a newspaper from ten years ago?

He slowly lowered the paper. "Did you need something else? It's rude to stare."

"Oh, um… s-sorry, I just…" I pointed at the front page of the paper and he flipped it over, his brow raised in question. "Sorry if this is… rude, but… why are you reading such an old newspaper?"

"Old?" He scoffed. "It was just printed this morning! Do kids these days really move on that quickly?"

"T-This morning?!" I cried loudly, earning more than a few stares from the others in the park.

"That's right. Why?"

"T-That's not… possible…"

"And why is that?"

Because it's supposed to be fucking 2020! My lips parted, but no sound escaped as I slowly backed away from him.

"Miss, are you okay? You look pale."

I couldn't answer him. Blood was pumping loudly in my ear, muffling the sounds of life around me. I felt dizzy, my vision beginning to swim as the date kept flashing in my mind. I don't understand anything that's happening and I… I'm scared. The man stood up, saying something that I couldn't hear and I backed away, shaking my head repeatedly, which only made my vision swim faster. I knew what was coming. I could feel the panic creeping at the edge of my mind as if it were some creature of the dark stalking its prey. I hadn't had a panic attack in so long, I don't need one now!

I turned on my heel and ran. For the first time since I was a kid, I fucking ran like a giant spider was at my fucking heels. I didn't know where I was going and I could barely see straight, but I just needed to move, to get away. Too bad problems can't be run away from when they're inside of you already.

"Watch out!"

I heard the squeal of tires, the smell of burnt rubber burning my nose, and I felt something hit me hard from behind before I hit the ground, the cold concrete feeling good against my heated skin. Everything around me seemed to slow down, everything blurry and the sound seeming far away. I just wanted the panic to go away! I closed my eyes tightly, feeling tears sting at them. I could feel people crowding around me, talking to each other and to me. I just wanted them to go away!

Please…

Someone… save me!

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#tokyo revengers #draken #ryuguji ken #save me #ken ryuguji #tokyorev

[defdaily]

THE STAR Magazine April 2021 Issue featuring JAY B

Translated by defdaily.

GOT7’s eternally sincere leader JAY B. A friendly interview where you can feel his warm-heartedness.

*This interview was done in informal language to give off the feeling of two friends chatting*

It has been a while since we last met for GOT7’s feature in 2017.

Right, hi. I’m JAY B. Nice to meet you. Have you eaten?

JAY B has been chosen to be on the cover of THE STAR’s 8th anniversary issue.

Dobby is free now. (Laughs). I’m a freelancer now but I still can’t believe the fact that I was chosen to be on the cover of THE STAR’s anniversary issue. I’m so thankful to THE STAR for choosing me to be on the cover so I worked extra hard during the shoot.

How are you doing these days? We’re curious to know what you have been up to.

A freelancer’s daily life is always similar. I work when there is work and rest when there isn’t. I was busy recently organising this and that to release GOT7’s digital single ENCORE. I took the lead and there were many things I needed to figure out such as paperwork. So I was very proud. The members have all joined agencies but I want to take a little more time and think about it carefully before choosing. I’m still a freelancer.

Does the freelancing life suit you?

I don’t know if it suits me but it’s fun. Now work-related calls come to me directly, so I would be asleep then receive a call. I’d go “Ah I fell asleep for a moment, sorry. What is this about?” (Laughs). Since I do even these kinds of small communications myself, it’s nice and fascinating to realise the value of work and opportunities. If I didn’t have this time and experience, I think I might have not realised the value of work as much. I used to be on edge at times when the managers used to tell me things in the past. But now that I’ve learnt how much processing has been done before the information reached me, I feel sorry. Now I have a heart full of gratitude for opportunities.

I don’t know if it’s because you’re a freelancer now, but you seem much brighter than before.

Dobby is free now. (Laughs) I’m joking. Of course it was very helpful having a company. But now that I do everything myself, I feel more satisfied. I enjoy it.

The GOT7 members have all started solo activities. It must not have been easy for everyone, how did you come to your decision?

Right. It definitely was not easy. The seven of us researched a lot so that we can continue as GOT7 together. But then we thought that we should broaden our view so each of us could end up in a better situation. In the process, what we each wanted changed a little and, there is a future that each person dreams of right? The company said we did everything we could do on our part and that they will cheer us on in the future, that made me feel proud. We are also very thankful to the company. I felt that we received a lot of protection under a large umbrella. After all, the company is like the mother that gave birth to GOT7, so I’m thankful to them and respect them. I also thought a lot and looked into a lot of things about how to continue as GOT7. I also went to the president and asked him for advice, and I greeted and thanked Jinyoungie hyung for everything.

While preparing for new activities, what was the thing most discussed amongst the members?

“So what is it that you want to do?” “So what do you want to do?” We asked that a lot. So everyone said “We have to do it" So I asked again “No, not 'I have to', but do you want to do this? Or do you not want to do this?” If you are going to do something, you should do it properly, right? If you are not going to do something with an active attitude, I think it’s better to not do it. So we all came together and decided to give it a try.

It’s clear that you are GOT7’s leader.

One advice the company president told me was that my talent and effort as a leader starts now. Personally handling matters related to our recent digital single, I felt this “Taking the lead as a leader, I need to really work hard.” There was a lot of pressure, but if I don’t do it, who would. It pushed me to work hard.

You mentioned very clearly in your social media livestream that “GOT7 did not disband.” I felt your affection towards the team, what does GOT7 mean to JAY B?

One extremely important thing in my life. Actually, it’s an indispensable part. I’m thankful for the fact that our team exists. You have to know that because GOT7 existed, we individually exist too. It wouldn't matter if my beginning was as a solo, but my beginning was as GOT7. That's what made me who I am now.

How is Lim Jaebeom different as JAY B within GOT7, JJ Project, Jus2 and ØFFSHORE?

Comprehensively they’re all sides of me but if I have to split them, they would be a novel vibe versus an essay vibe. ØFFSHORE and Def. are all about music I like, regardless of genres, and honest stories I want to tell. As for GOT7, JJ Project and Jus2, we would have a particular concept and make it a bit more fancy.

Most of the songs you have shown on SoundCloud are R&B genres with a groovy feel. Have you ever had a conflict between music you want to do and music you have to do?

I felt that I needed to work harder to prove [myself] to do what I wanted to do. I can’t always be spoon-fed. To prove [myself] I made more GOT7 tracks and sent around 15~20 demos. Later on Jinyoung hyung and the president acknowledged me and said “Jaebeom will take care of the musical aspect. You can trust him with that.” I felt really proud hearing that. I don’t really feel a sense of conflict between the musical differences. From pop and R&B to folk and modern rock, I don't want to draw lines between genres and make music that sounds good.

We are curious about the music JAY B will show alone and what you’ll pursue. What stories do you want to tell?

I want to do a variety of things. Alone, I think I will try mixing genres and do things that are fun and experimental. I can also do R&B pop or Urban genres which I’ve originally liked. But that might change later on.

Is there an artist you’d like to collaborate with in the future?

Someone with a pleasant tone to listen to. Even now, when I listen to music and I like the artist’s tone, I send them a DM asking if they’d like to collaborate. And Korea's top hip hop artist, IU-nim. Do you think it's possible? (Laughs).

Then would you like to send a message to IU?

Suddenly? Um… I will work very hard. If by chance you think my song is alright, I would love for you to add your nice voice to them. (Laughs)

An appearance that may seem cold with a tsundere charm. But what do you think your real personality is like?

I’m the type that is quiet and calm, but people close to me tell me I’m a weird person. When I cry reading a book or watching a movie, or when I get emotional they say “It’s so weird, it doesn’t suit you.”

Are you the tender type?

I think I just often get hit by waves of emotions.

We’re curious about the lifestyle you seek and your values.

To live each day without any regrets.

Is there a place you’d like to visit after COVID-19 ends?

Kyoto, Japan. It’s a place where there is a lot of Japanese heritage and it’s also pretty.

Recently you have combined your two Instagram accounts @jaybnow.hr and @def.cnvs, what was the reason?

I’m the one doing everything after all, it is just the musical name that was different. I can’t split my body into two. I realised I could combine them into one account and just show the difference within it. And as I get older, it’s hard to manage two accounts. (Laughs). Was I too honest? Now I'm confused about what's what.

Was there any other moment that made you feel old?

I don’t do much and my whole body aches. In the past, my body wouldn’t get affected by the weather. Now when the weather is gloomy my back hurts and my knees go numb. (Laughs).

I can see that you’re interested in artistic aspects such as photography, painting and fashion etc. Do these things influence your music?

Of course. They affect the way you live in itself. I’m a person who wants to express and leave behind what I feel. Calling myself an artist feels somehow cocky.

What are you interested in recently?

It’s not art but I’m interested in moving around. Living as a freelancer, I spent more time lying down at home, but now I need a fast-paced daily life. I try to wake up in the morning to eat breakfast and nutritional supplements then go outside to photosynthesize and soak in the world. Everyone has to keep moving. (Laughs).

Are you interested in fashion and lifestyle curation and design etc?

I don’t think I’m a person who dresses up exceptionally well, but if someone asks I’d be willing to help.

What would you introduce as JAY B’s preference?

Freedom. Regarding fashion too, I liked vintage and grunge styles but recently I’m interested in work look and amecage styles. My preference keeps changing. I can't define myself clearly either, but I like the sense of being free.

What inspires you?

Many situations and people, my experiences as well as indirect experiences.

How do you have an indirect experience?

Watching movies and reading books. Nowadays I read song lyrics and unfold the scenes in my head. I try to think of various points of view in these one-act plays.

To JAY B, love is?

Nonexistent. A moment. I don’t know. As you live life, I think falling in love is a momentary emotion. If it lasts long, I think it’s affection not love. I'm a person who has to talk about love, but sometimes I wonder if it’s okay to feel this way. There are also many different forms of love. The love that my parents give me and the love that my fans send me. I’m thankful for everything.

While promoting for 10 years, what was the happiest moment and most lacking point?

I feel like every moment until now has been somehow lacking. Whenever you look back you end up thinking “I should’ve done better back then.” I think everyone feels that way. But I never regret those times I’ve spent. The happiest instance was when I spotted my parents at a fanmeeting and ran to them and held them while singing. It felt like I was boasting to my fans “These people are my father and mother,” and it also felt like I was showing my parents how I was receiving that many fans’ love and support. I'm thankful that the fans looked at my family happily at that moment.

Have you ever had a slump?

I don't think about something if I think I'm going to fall into something serious, but I'm the type who gets stressed out to do something new.

You are loved not only in Korea but also abroad, have you ever thought about why your fans like you so much?

A lot. I just don't understand. I'm not even popular among my friends... Why on earth?

Think of at least one thing.

Maybe it’s because I worked hard steadily? To be honest, during the past 10 years I have never not tried my best on stage. I can say this with confidence. I’m thankful to be able to do what I like as a job. I have told the members about this previously, I’m sorry for not being affectionate to fans onstage. It’s my nature so I can’t help it. But I have never been indifferent as a singer onstage, that is a fact.

Your bucket list that you surely want to achieve this year?

Being healthy mentally and physically. Since the members have started their solo activities this year, I think I should release an album as well.

Any words for the readers?

Everyone, I’m not saying this as a formal greeting but I really want to say thank you. Hmm… How should I put this? Don’t worry since we are not disbanding. That’s why I tried hard to release the digital single. Continuing on I’m going to try my best to do as much as I can. You might feel disappointed at times along the way, and I apologize in advance for that. But what I can promise is that I’m going to do my best. Thank you so much for supporting me for 10 years. You all know this already, but I’m not so good at things like sending hearts and saying thanks affectionately. I just want to speak sincerely. Thank you so much. I hope everyone will be more happy, not just because you like and support us… I could sound arrogant saying it like this but... I hope our fans are sturdy people who will find their own small sources of happiness in their daily lives even if that isn’t us. And I hope everyone is happy. I’m so thankful and I want to ask you to trust me.

Lastly let us know your future plans.

We will try our best to match our times and do GOT7, JJ Project and Jus2 etc. no matter what. Even if our times don’t match somehow, we’ll try our best to gather even 4 or 5 people and return, so don’t worry. And Dobby is free now. (Laughs). I will do my best in everything. I've made a lot of songs and I'm diligently working on songs right now too, so look forward to it. You’ll be able to listen to it soon. Thank you. This has been GOT7 JAY B. Please give lots of love to The Star’s April issue!

Translated by defdaily.

#jay b #jb #jaebeom #def #defsoul #got7 #got7 jb #got7 jaebeom

[angstyaches]

omg also i thought if you want, you could write very small snippets of what all of the StW couples are doing for Valentine’s day using those prompts! I’d love to know because i’m a slut for soft couples (especially gay ones <3)🍄

Felix and Elliott

CW: nudity (nothing explicit), alcohol, dehydration (implied).

I’ve confused myself with my own timeline and I’m not sure exactly when they start travelling, but I loved the idea of them being in Japan and getting a private onsen bath.

Ask Game (I used “ i must have done something amazing to deserve someone like you “)

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Felix could feel his blood, thumping against his ribcage and shuddering into his limbs. He’d only ever associated this feeling with panic; but at this moment, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been so content.

Water trickled gently through the rocks, spilling into the bath near Elliott’s shoulder. The moonlight glinted in the droplets on his shoulders and neck, making it look as though his skin itself were sparkling. He sat in the water with his arms folded and his chin propped up on them. The hot water had brought a flush to his cheeks, which Felix so rarely saw. Even as the mountains – jagged and capped with snow – stood proudly within his line of sight, even as the stars twinkled and begged for his attention, Felix couldn’t look at anything but his partner.

Elliott peeled his eyes away from the view, as though moving his eyes too quickly would somehow tear or tarnish the landscape. He reached for one of the cans of Asahi beer that sat on the floor nearby, pursing his lips for a sip. His hand jarred before the can reached his mouth as he sensed Felix’s gaze.

“What?” he asked, his lips moving gorgeously.

“I just…” Felix shook his head, feeling the loose bun he’d tied in his hair wobble. “I can’t figure out what on earth I did to deserve someone as amazing as you.”

Elliott smiled. His fangs were little, undisturbed by bloodlust. “Is it the beer or the hot spring that’s making you slur your words together?”

To demonstrate how ridiculous the question was, Felix murmured incoherently under his breath. What did it matter? He was in Japan, with Elliott, and all was perfect with the world.

The water sloshed, the surface breaking as Elliott leaned forward and took one hand out. His eyes narrowed slightly as he examined Felix’s face. “I think you’ve had enough steam for tonight.”

“Mmm, no, three more minutes?”

Elliott’s eyes twitched even further shut. “Two minutes.”

“Alright. Two minutes. If,” Felix said, taking one hand out of the water to point a finger towards the end of Elliott’s nose; the splash was a little more violent than he’d hoped, “we can cuddle.”

Elliott blinked deeply as his nose was tapped. “You’ve got yourself a deal. Then we’re getting you some mizu.”

A giddy weightlessness seeped through Felix’s body as he shifted around in the water. He felt as though he would have floated away, across the bath, out into the mountain air, and up into the glittering cosmos, if it hadn’t been for Elliott’s solid arms pulling him towards himself.

“Mmm,” Felix smiled. “Oh, one more thing, for our deal.”

Elliott had to jerk Felix’s bun out of the way with his chin so that he could rest it on top of his head. “What, boo?”

Felix let his legs bob slightly upwards, so that his head was tilted back in the water. Elliott peered down with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Felix bit down on his lip to suppress a giggle.

“Be my Valentine?”

The stars fell out of focus behind Elliott’s head as he chuckled, his chest rippling against Felix’s head. “You don’t ‘believe’ in Valentines.”

“I know I don’t.” Felix smiled dreamily. “But you do. I just want to make sure you’re mine.”

Elliott tipped his head forward and didn’t stop until his nose brushed gently against Felix’s. “In every sense of the word, Fee.”

___

(I’ll post something for Shayne and Charlie later too, but I’m going to take a nap first when I get home.)

#StW Felix #StW Elliott #Swallow the World #OC fic #OC Valentine's fic #vampires #vampire OCs #drabbles #OC drabbles

[shhhlikeme]

F*cked Out 💤

Ojiro Aran Domestic Smut (NSFW) part 2

A/N: I wrote this as a Part 2 to this fic, but it can be read as a stand alone!

18+, Explicit smut, praise kink, Aged up obvs, Timeskip spoilers

Tagging: @saitamastamaticsoup & @chunhua-s b/c these Aran stans found part 1 last night & their comments made me thirsty enough to write a pt. 2. Hope you like it!

also my lovely @qyuanon who I just read is back and I missed her💛

Futilely, you knocked on the door to yours and your man’s home office. Leaning on the frame, you crossed your arms. Being a literal isolationist when you had to work, you never understood why your man liked keeping the office door open. But then he told you once that he didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t hear you calling him if the door was closed. ‘What if something happened and I didn’t run to you?’ He had explained, pouting when you laughed at him. It warmed your heart, but you decided not to call his name tonight, instead opting to physically pay him a visit. You had to, because what lead you here in the first place was serious! You had just woken up in the middle of the night because his side of the bed had turned cold. Yeah, that deserved nothing less than a visit from you! 

From your spot in the doorway you could see Ojiro sitting at the grand desk, his back turned to you, the lights from his laptop playing some Team Canada highlights. The screen bluelight shone brightly on his gorgeous dark skin, the back of his head bobbed up and down as he dutifully wrote down any important plays he was seeing so that he could tell his coach tomorrow.

“Babe,” You announced your presence with a soft smile. Your man is such a hard worker and he really doesn’t get enough credit for it. You tighten the robe you were wearing because it was always kind of drafty on this side of the house. “You have a game tomorrow.” 

Your boyfriend, captain of the Japanese National Volleyball Team’s shoulders slumped when he heard you, but he didn’t turn around. 

He didn’t have to.

He never had to. Even though you’ve only been dating for a bit over a year, you two knew each other so well that you could accurately tell exactly what kind of expressions, feelings, and thoughts permeated the other without having to be vis-a-vis. When you first met, your dates were—objectively speaking—oddly silent for the most part. The waitress once asked you if you were uncomfortable through an inconspicuous napkin note, which was kind of her—but the truth was that on that date you were actually more than Okay! It might have seemed odd to an outsider or eavesdropper that no sentences were being finished, and both people on said date were constantly staring down, away, or into each others eyes in silence… but realistically, neither of them could grasp the fact that words weren’t necessary when there existed a connection like yours and Aran’s. 

‘It’s fate. He’s the one.’ You had told your friends after the second date when you realized your mind reading wasn’t a fluke. Because as corny as it sounded then and even now in your memory; it was true, tf. 

Doesn’t mean you weren’t going to kick his ass for letting his side of the bed go cold, though. You were used to Aran being gone for volleyball so you had no problem falling asleep alone, but when you were ecstatic to have him home it was important for him to REMAIN home, which means staying in bed if you fell asleep on his chest! He has never done it before, so This is not Okay!

“I know, baby, I know…” your boyfriend calls to you, scribbling on his notepad faster. “I’m almost done. I-I think their setter could be doing one of two plays to start tomorrow, and I don’t think it’s the one I was sure about before we went to bed. And I mean, we play them until 12pm, so—“

“So nothing. You still have to be up by 6. The stadium is far and knowing you, you won’t sleep on the Team’s bus, you’ll still be watching these videos even then. I’ll—“

“Please don’t tell Iwaizumi-san, he will kick my ass! We’re playing Team Canada tomorrow and they are ranked just under us but—“

“Not by a lot, I know. I understand, but you guys will still pull the win. I know it....because Your team has you.”

Aran chuckled heartily, continuing to scribble with his back still turned, but his voice turned a little more endearing. “Thank you, baby. But.... I can’t seem to sleep tonight... I just can’t. I’ve been up this whole time so I—” As your boyfriend babbled on, you quietly interjected, 

“I know a way to get you to sleep.” 

“—won’t use my laptop in bed and wake you up when you’re sleeping so….wait….what did you—?” 

You smirked, knowing that your man knew why your voice had dropped a few octaves. He knew you were up to something, not because you two could practically read each other’s minds—moreso because you two had already established that that specific tone of voice of yours made his dick hard. The pen he was scribbling with stopped moving, finally, and you could just picture the way he gulped just now. 

“I know you can’t sleep, Ar…..” You made sure he could hear you clearly now, in the voice you only reserved for fuck-me-o’clock. 

A sexy smirk that Ojiro could see without looking at you played in his mind and on your face simultaneously. 

“Yeah?” He asked, his deep voice cracking. 

You kept speaking in that voice with one goal in mind.

“Yes, baby…” You hummed thoughtfully before stating,

“So why don’t you come over here and fuck me so hard it puts you to bed, then?”

Drunk off horniness caused by the amount sex dripping from your voice, the captain of Japan’s National Volleyball Team slowly turned the office chair so that he was facing you. 

Boldly, you turned your back to him at the same time and fiddled your hands that just tightened your robe. This time, instead of tightening it, you loosened the strings fully so your robe was wide open, facing the emptiness of your house. Knowing that your boyfriend was checking out and admiring your ass in that short silk robe and desiring the shock factor—in one motion you tossed the robe over your shoulders so that it pooled at your feet, exposing your completely nude back and backside to your man. 

“🤤 Shit,” Ojiro groaned, sounding as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. You just knew your man was biting that full and juicy bottom lip of his.

Swaying your hips to give your man a tiny show, you sauntered precisely where he didn’t want you to: away from him; heading towards the master bedroom. 

You kept yourself from giggling when you heard the aggressive shutting of a laptop, a volleyball announcer being cut off, and a certain volleyball player’s stumbling and cursing because Ojiro was practically chasing you out of the office.

***

“Mmmm…. Fuck..”

A few minutes later, your mind displayed a valiant effort by attempting to guess how your boyfriend looked right now, but it would be in vain. You couldn’t picture your man like you usually could because you were currently being fucked way too fucking well. Ojiro was filling you completely with just half his length, whispering horny-nothings to help you understand his feelings anyway:

“God damn, Y/N… Every. Time. Feels. So. God. Damn. Good,”

Now, If your mind was clear you’d be able to perfectly visualize how Ojiro’s face was scrunched up in pleasure right now, a coat of sweat coating his nude dark skin, the skylight over his head allowing the moon to reflect an insanely sexy glow sheen over his muscles due to the perspiration. 

“Auuh there’s nothing better than this, baby…”

If your mind was clear you’d be able to perfectly visualize how Ojiro’s head was tilted backwards right now, his mouth slightly ajar as he focused on not cumming inside you within the first few minutes of this because he needed to feel you cum around him first. As always. 

“Not when I hitting a line shot, not when I get a service ace.... nothing feels—auuuh f-uck— better than your pussy, baby girl..…”

If your mind was clear, you’d be able to see Ojiro on his knees behind you, holding your hips in his giant hands while he drove into you from behind, inserting only half his cock in and out like a pro, then surprising you with a fully thrust every now and then when he sheathed all 10 inches inside your heat.

“Mmm, so ti-ight, always so wet… damn,”

Despite your mind being clouded by immense pleasure, however—you did know that you looked absolutely wrecked with your face pressed in the pillow, blindly reaching behind you to tap or wave or pinch or do something to him since you couldn’t speak. You could barely made any sounds other than choked out moans because it felt so spectacular… but you didn’t have to! Aran knew that you wanted your boyfriend to stop playing and give you full strokes. His half thrusts filled and pleasured you more than any one ever could because he was huge and skilled in bed, he knew just how your insides liked to be stroked, but that didn’t stop you from silently pleading to him..

Even if Ojiro wasn’t holding back like always because he was very aware of his size and girth, even if you both knew that it would hurt you the next day like after a good workout, even if you walked funny when you had to attended his Olympic game several hours from now—you fucking needed it.

HE fucking needed it!

“Harder, Ar,” You commanded, “Deeper!”

“Fuck,” Your boyfriend panted, still not giving you what you asked 7 amazing strokes later. 

“Harder, now!” You cried as if you were whispering to the fucking pillow. You hadn’t the strength to lift your head. Your orgasm was fast approaching because HALF your man’s dick was too good and there was no way you weren’t bringing him with you. “Deeper, baby!”

“Y-you su-sure?” He asked worriedly. He always did this shit 🙄. He always worried way too much about your body soreness and way too little about both of your impending orgasms tonight rocking your motherfucking worlds. 

Ugh!

Good boyfriends and their fucked up PRIORITIES, amirite?!

Needless to say, you didn’t have time for compassionate Aran tonight. You needed him to fuck the both of you to sleep the way you knew he was capable of if he stopped holding back. Besides, he should have been in bed hours ago. You had to do this for the sake of the National Team! You had to this for JAPAN! (A/N: lucky b*tch shut your horny ass up)

So that’s why, in response to his asking if you were sure or not, you responded by clenching your insides so that your slick hole squeezed around your boyfriend’s cock. 

As soon as he felt you pulsing impossibly tighter around him as he fucked you halfway, his eyes rolled back in his head. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck…” He moaned deeply, so of course you continued doing it.

“Shit, Y/N, Okay, Okay,”

Without having to beg for mercy, your man did as you asked him to. He moved his hands from your waist to splay them on each of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart to make more room for his member that already barely fit (with your hasty prep and not his tentative one), but especially when your pussy clenched around him like that. With a loud moan from both of you, he bottomed out and stayed there for a bit to get you used to the size. You almost passed out by how good it felt pressing against your g-spot.

When Aran couldn’t take it anymore, and he started giving it to you: hard, fast, and deep. 

“Ye, baby, make room for me just like this…..” He moaned, gripping your ass tighter. “You want all of me? You think your tight hole can handle all of me?” He asked, no growled, still giving shallow but gratifying thrusts.

You whimpered, knowing that Ojiro knew the answer to that. Even so, you egged him on, “Sh-Show me why you’re the best top,” playing into your dirty talk from the last time y’all had sex like this but he was under you. 

Your boyfriend let out a long groan in his smooth deep voice and picked up his pace in reaponse, sending a new wave of wetness to your private. You were so soaked down there that it sounded like y’all were having sex in the bath tub, fuck. 

Your man loved it. 

“Mmmm, —m’ close beautiful,” He called, snapping his hips forward to meet you g-spot again and again. “It’s you, baby, it’s you,” Your man groaned. “Your pussy feels too fucking good……. I’d never pull out if I had to co-couldd,” 

“Oh, God. Aran!" You moaned loudly due to his dirty talk and praise, teetering on the edge of your release. Knowing that you maybe had 30 seconds left if you focused, you must have decided that you didn’t want to walk tomorrow at all because being the weakness of your bf you are, from your position being pounded into the sheets, you propped yourself up on your weak arms so that you could use the fact that your elbows were digging into the mattress as leverage to push your body back so that you met Aran’s deep thrusts. 

Like your boyfriends does every rare time he’s able to see your glorious ass bounce on his hard dick, his eyes flew open and he felt as though he’d been transported to heaven itself. 

“Y/N—auh, s-so sexy, aah, ooh, ohhh, fuck, Y/N,”

entranced, Aran couldn’t even last another second before he was stopping your movements with his hands, sliding them back on your hips to hold you still as his orgasm took his muscular frame by storm. He saw stars.

Of course, his orgasm triggered yours immediately, and you cried your man’s name as you came on his dick. He whispered yours as your insides milked him without influence this time, effectively lengthening your man’s finish. Panting, Aran just barely caught himself before his now exhausted body toppled over you. 

His last wakeful act, being the gentleman that he is, was to roll over so he wouldn’t crush you with his body weight, pulling out at the same time. 

You wondered if he registered that he said, “thank you baby,” before he began softly snoring—a sign that he was completely worn out and sleeping.

You smiled softly to yourself when you heard his snores, finally turning when you caught your own breath, to fully see your boyfriend’s stunning face. You endearingly brushed his goatee with the tips of your fingers, turning his sleeping face to yours so you could peck his lips. Then, you just barely had the leg strength to stand up on limbs that barely worked, removing his condom for him, then using the furniture in your room to support you as you cleaned the two of you up. You almost fell asleep standing up as you used a cloth on the two of you. Five minutes later, you were back in bed, under the covers with your lover and amazing man. 

Usually, Ojiro Aran slept like the dead (when he first moved in you occasionally have to check if he was still breathing...) , but you knew now that if he snored, that was a sign that he was so fatigued. You knew about the snoring, but the talking was new to you. Ojiro was so deep in his sleep after that round, that he was talking to himself in his slumber, whispering sweet-nothings about you that you’d never let him know he vocalized to spare him the embarrassment.

Besides, he didn’t say anything too embarrassing.... and you knocked out as soon as your head met his chest, not even feeling his arm sweetly wrap around your waist to pull you closer. So, you didn’t even hear most of his sleep-talk.

And maybe you were right when you called it fate, that drove the two of you.... because if it wasn’t fate that had you place your head on Aran’s chest at that exact moment, if it wasn’t fate that made you fall asleep at that exact moment..... then, I mean, you would have heard Ojiro not a second later declare aloud that he’s hiding your engagement ring in the office’s cabinet drawer. You would have heard theis the real reason he wasn’t able to fall asleep: because he was so nervous about asking for your hand in marriage before his Japan vs. Canada game tomorrow, when you least expected it.

Cause like, well, that totally would have ruined the surprise.

But you did fall asleep. Fate did that. So him sleep talking honestly never really happened.

And you know what else never happened? 

You never had to feel the cold side of the bed again where your man should be, at least not that night, because Aran Ojiro your new fiancée’s body kept it warm all night, because you were great and helping him fall asleep like a baby....making him just that:

 f*cked out. 

#ojiro aran #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu aran #hq imagines #haikyuu!! #hq headcanon #haikyuu headcannons #inarizaki

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭

pairing: cartel!shota aizawa x fem!reader

words: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, this will be a cartel!au, so mentions of c*ke and distribution...yeah lol, suggestive content towards the end of the chapter (vague description of a bj), angst, cheating, aizawa just ain’t shit in this story LMFAOOO

a/n: this is the third fucking time i’ve tried to post this so if it doesn’t work i’m gonna cry. but I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE and i can’t wait for you all to see what i’ve got planned. so uh...strap yourselves in it’s about to get crazy. sorry ms joke </3

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐚’ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

The salty, warm breeze from the ocean whipped its way through Shota’s onyx locks, tossing them around with a gentle force. Miami was gorgeous from the water, skyscrapers alight with the buzzing energy of the city, streets crawling with good food and even better looking women. Gorgeous full lips wrapped around martini glasses, criminally short dresses clinging to any skin it was given. He didn’t care much for the nightlife, opting to observe the partygoers from a distance.

He wasn’t here to socialize.

He was here to work.

His wrists draped over the edge of the rail that separated him and the water, a small portion of his weight against the cool metal. When Hizashi suggested that he get a yacht he nearly spat out his whiskey, face contorted in an expression of annoyance and disdain. Shota didn’t understand why someone would need such a flashy boat, it was merely a watercraft meant for travel and or fishing. This wasn’t the 1400’s where one’s worth was tied to the size of a man’s ship. Just another glorified pissing contest for rich people with too much money, and not enough couple’s therapy in the world that could keep them home for days at a time.

It’s not as if he was in any position to judge though, his pinky coming to rest just below the silver band that rarely inhabited his ring finger these days. He doesn’t entirely know what possessed him to wear it, whether it be the ever-crushing guilt from lying to his wife, or the text he’d received from Emi this morning that read:

“Make sure to bring me back a mojito! Don’t work yourself too hard, and remember how much I love you!💕”

If only she knew that these tri-monthly “Inter-Departmental Hero Conferences” were just fronts for selling a literal boat-load of cocaine.

Turns out, yachts were really good for that.

In the span of just five years, superhuman society was nearing it’s peak. Upon the graduation of all the students in the 1-A Hero Course, and Izuku Midoriya’s induction as the new Symbol of Peace; the world began to see an astronomical shift. Crime rates were the lowest they’d ever been, with Japan and the States sitting at 2 and 4.5 percent, respectively. Newly minted Pro Heroes roamed the streets, bringing security to those who needed it and striking fear into the hearts of those who were on the wrong side of the law.

But this utopia came at a price. With the sudden influx of fresh and talented pros, crime decreased exponentially, leaving little villain-based work for Heroes to get paid for. Hostage situations and evacuation efforts took backseat to helping older women across the street and assisting young children with their schoolwork. Soon enough, peace became a burden for those whose careers surrounded chaos.

Aizawa was no exception to this dilemma. Once Midoriya and his classmates graduated and obtained their Hero Licenses, he’d ended his tenure as an instructor at UA. He felt that he’d done his civic duty as a teacher and a Pro, and produced some of the finest Heroes the world would come to see. So he began to settle down. Surprisingly, he’d begun to tolerate Joke’s incessant laughter and boisterous personality, and soon fell in love with the eccentric woman. Between patrols and giving advice to aspiring Heroes at the community center, he and Emi explored all the the world had to offer; swapping out steel-toed combat boots for soft plush flip flops against hot sand. After three years he’d proposed, much to Emi’s delight (and Ashido’s upon hearing that Mr. Aizawa could actually tolerate another human being). The ceremony was small, and intimate. Shinsou serving as the ring bearer, and Eri as the flower girl. Mic even shed a few tears during the toast, though he’ll deny it if Kayama ever brings it up.

For a while, things were good. Life was good. Emi was glowing with the energy of a new life blossoming inside her, and Shota fantasized about meeting his little girl, counting all of her dainty fingers and toes, and doting on her for all to see.

Or at least it was, before agencies began to close. Paychecks got smaller and smaller. Heroes were struggling to find work and their pockets began to struggle along with them. With Emi on maternity leave, and Hero society coming to a standstill, things were looking grim. He needed to provide for his family, his wife, his children.

He needed a plan, and fast.

Luckily, Hizashi always did have good standing with everyone’s favorite Bird Boy. So he called in a few favors.

“Just for a couple months man! We stir up a little bit of noise, make a couple ripples and bam! Crime rate’s back up, and we get back to makin’ money. It’s temporary. Nobody will ever know, I’ll make sure of it. I got you.” Hizashi pleaded, an arm slung across Aizawa’s shoulders as he pensively gazed into his glass of amber liquid. He’d done some vigilante work here and there in his twenties but this....this was outright criminal. But what choice did he have?

Just a few months, he’d said. If only it’d worked out that way.

“I was getting worried you wouldn’t show, Eraser!” Zhu thundered, hands clapping joyously at the other man’s timeliness. “That’s some boat you got there, let me guess...the wife’s idea?” He queried, eyebrows waggling emphatically as Aizawa descended from the metal ladder and onto the wooden pier; eyes rolling into the back of his head at Zhu’s...excitable personality. The two had known each other for about two years or so, having gotten acquainted over the course of Shota’s many trips between Japan and the States, and sometimes South America. Zhu Kanaka was a man of the lower ranks, opting to use his easygoing disposition to negotiate deals for Takami “Lord of The Skies” Keigo, better known as Hawks. Standing at a solid 6 foot 4, with thick black locks that spiked into a point reminiscent of an onion, thick bushy brows and a set jaw, you’d think he wouldn’t hesitate to punt anyone like a football.

At least until he opened his mouth.

“As it turns out, Emi hates the damn thing. Makes her seasick. Hizashi talked me into getting the fuckin’ eyesore.” He intoned. His left hand palmed his slacks for the emergency pack of cigarettes he kept in his back pocket for when he was stressed during a deal, although he never really needed them anymore after Eri said she wanted him to quit. He still held on to them though, just in case. “The hell you waiting for? You know the deal man. Let’s see it.” He muttered, silently willing for Zhu to get on with it so he could get in a bed. Three and a half hours on a goddamned boat (that you didn’t even want to begin with) will do that to you.

“Someone looks like he needs a nap. Alright, I got ya. Count it, make sure it’s all there. I had Thing 1 and Thing 2 back there pack it, so you might wanna double check.” Zhu quipped, jerking a thumb towards the two young men currently engaged in a heated game of Rock, Paper, Scissors; the pair of them flushing upon receiving one of Aizawa’s infamous stares. Two thick black duffles were handed to his two bodyguards, the men immediately unzipping and checking the stacks, a mental tally steadily climbing higher and higher as they sifted through the cash.

“He’s good. Four hundred thousand in each bag. It’s all there, Eraser.” Sato affirmed, Toru nodding alongside the man. “Good. Go ahead and call Jamie, tell him to bring the car around. Zhu, I’ll send Sato and Toru to help your men unload our shipment. It’s a hefty one, so you’ll need the assistance.” Shota offered, shoulders visibly relaxing at the thought of getting some alone time in an empty hotel room.

“Yeah that’d be great, thanks! How long you in town for?”

“Until about 3pm tomorrow. I’ll be on my flight back to Kyushu then.” He states, right arm extending to clasp the other man’s hand in a firm grip. “You’re goin to that meeting the Big Man’s holding in a few days right?” Zhu queries. “Unfortunately, yes. Gonna miss my little girl’s first doctor’s appointment for this shit.”

“No way! She had the baby?!?!? Congratulations man! How’s it feel?” Zhu exclaims, eyes alight with joy for his friend’s new addition to the family. “Feels good. She had a smooth pregnancy, everything worked out fine. Hana’s beautiful, and healthy. I couldn’t be more proud.” Shota brags slightly, heart swelling at the thought of his little girl and how proud he was to know he’d helped in making someone so...ethereal. “Wow. Raising another kid, you flying out all the damn time, along with whatever else you got goin on?? No wonder you look like shit.”

Red eyes and floating hair caused Zhu to immediately retract his former statement.

“Aw I’m just joshin’ Eraser! But I hear ya. It’s a lotta’ sacrifices that go into this, but they’re who we do it for. All of it. Ya know?” Zhu amends, eyes shimmering with the reflection of the city lights off of the water.

Did he even know who... or what he was doing this for anymore?

Shota found himself asking that question more and more often as of late.

“...Right.”

“Anyway, you’re probably spent, so I’ll leave you to it. It was good seeing you man, send Emi my love!” Zhu shouted as he slowly walked towards the men unloading his boat. “Likewise. Tell Macie and the kids I said hello.” Aizawa responded dryly, body screaming for some kind of relief from this exhaustion.

“Will do! Oh, by the way! You might wanna bring some cooler clothes and sunscreen with your pale ass, I hear Guadalajara’s pretty sunny around this time of year! See you in a few days man!” The male laughed, throwing him a wave as he slowly disappeared into the darkness of the port. Massaging the bridge of his nose in irritation, Aizawa nodded in acknowledgement as Jamie pulled up alongside him; his hand reaching for the handle and dragging his siphoned body into the backseat.

Jamie could sense his employer’s weary expression, and didn’t make any attempts at conversation, merely opting to start making his way to the hotel while smooth jazz floated through the car. Forehead against the door of the towncar, Shota typed out a quick message to his wife:

“Alcohol is the last thing you need sweetheart, and I love you too. Got another meeting in a few days, mandatory. I’ll in be in Mexico, so I’ll miss Hana’s appointment. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to the two of you.”

Sent.

The message sat for a few seconds before Emi read and typed out a response:

“Aw, bummer! </3 Dont worry, work is much more important right now. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures!”

“You don’t have to make it up to us, you caring is enough. Get some sleep old man, me and the girls love you. xoxo, Wifey 😘 ”

He didn’t deserve her.

He didn’t deserve any of them.

This he knew. And yet, it didn’t stop him from responding to the unknown number that texted his phone every time he happened to be in town.

“Same time and place? Desperately in the mood to play....My toys just aren’t as good as yours, Eraser. ;)”

His heart sank. A beat passes. Then two.

Calloused thumbs move fluidly across the screen. He’s done this far too many times.

“Be there in 10. You know the routine.”

And in retrospect...he would’ve been way better off just blowing off Guadalajara and going to Hana’s appointment.

Because while he wrapped her slick ponytail around his hand, as a head that wasn’t his wife’s dipped between his legs, he didn’t think this would be his last moment of peace. Shoved down the throat of a woman who’s name he had long forgotten, settling for calling her whatever pet name he felt like adorning her with, her hands clawing at the soft and sleek cotton of his trousers.

Aizawa never anticipated that this would be the last time he would be in a room without immediate reinforcements, and be content.

The last time someone he didn’t trust with his life knew his location, and he wasn’t terrified.

The last moments of peace in his world before it all went to hell.

Temecula, California;

1:36am

The office floor was barren. Dark, coffee stained carpet congealed with the bacteria of old and new; giving it a sad beige color from the creamy foam-like white it was when the building was built. Cubicles cluttered with miscellaneous paperwork from separate departments, all of it raining down from desk to desk like a fresh layer of snow on the first day of winter. Tired, weary hands typed at a computer with precision and accuracy, the warm glow from the screen illuminating the buttons on her blouse as she plowed through each document. Her body raged for a moment of rest, but she couldn’t give in. Not when so much was at stake, not when so much needed to be done in so little time.

After a few minutes, and approximately twelve sips of bittersweet lukewarm coffee, the fingers came to a halt. A sigh of relief was freed from her body as she pushed the enter button on the dusty, tan keyboard and began to pack up for the night. Since the computers were set on an activity timer, there was no need for her to physically shut it down. After 30 seconds of no visible movement, the screen flashed a message declaring that the activity would be suspended within the next 2 minutes if no motion was detected. Content with her work, she slung her work bag over her shoulder, and trudged towards the elevator, mentally clocking out for the night.

As the elevator slowly carried its passenger down, the computer continued its countdown before discontinuing its power, leaving the following words for nobody but its future recipient to read:

Drug Enforcement Agency Operative Travel Request:

Agent: L/N, F/N

Current Operation: Potential formation of a rising cartel under the leadership and or affiliation of Pro Heroes Hawks, Endeavor, and Eraserhead. Agent has been undercover for eight months and twenty-seven days.

Investigation Status: Active

Location of Travel: Guadalajara, Mexico

Reason for Request: Possible gathering of multiple Hero-Run plazas to discuss further movement. Will gather more intel and gain trust of suspects involved/acquire more resources for investigation.

Travel Request Status: Accepted.

#shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x you #mha x reader #aizawa x reader #nyafterhours

[hotpinkhoshi]

kiss it better | one

pairing: mark tuan x reader

genre: angst, smut, brother’s best friend au (sort of)

warnings: age gap (nine years), cursing, explicit sex, slow burn

summary: you were off limits for more reasons than mark could count. but everything changed for him the day you walked into his tattoo shop with those big innocent eyes and a laugh like his favorite song. he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. and yet…

*a/n*: hiiiiii! so here we go. i don’t have much to say except that you’ll probably notice this chapter is a bit shorter than they usually are for my fics. with this story, chapters may or may not be shorter in length. this is just easier on me, and helps me to keep a regular posting schedule. now, i’m not going to say i won’t post longer chapters, but i just wanted to get it out there. i have a tentative posting schedule in mind, which i’ll make a post about later, but i’d say you can probably expect a new chapter every two weeks. 

also, just want to say- i hope everyone is staying safe and healthy right now. stay home, wash your hands, avoid contact with your face, and if you have to order food tip your delivery drivers a lil extra! and to those that don’t get to stay home and still have to work, i’m right there with you. we’ll get through this and all we can do is take it day by day ❤️

✩ index here ✩

make sure you read the prologue first! 

Today had started just like any other day. Mark got up and went about his morning, brushing his teeth, eating his breakfast, and taking his usual ten minutes to sketch the ideas in his brain before heading off to work. 

It’d been slow, but Mark wasn’t worried. There were enough appointments on Saturday and Sunday to make up for a slow Friday. The temperature had reached an uncomfortable high, so he’d dressed himself in a black muscle tee to offer some relief from the sticky air. 

The early afternoon went smoothly. Mark took the opportunity to work on some new designs and do some organizing in his tattoo room, while the other guys opted to sit around showing each other funny videos on their phones. 

By the time lunch rolled around, he decided to sit outside with his iced coffee, scrolling through social media on his phone while relaxing in the shade of the awning. He glanced up mindlessly, his eyes drawn to a figure standing across the street. 

A girl holding an ice cream cone. Mark’s breath caught in his throat because, no, it wouldn’t be you. You’d be back home, attending some tiny college where your parents could keep a watchful eye on your every move, not here in the great big city. 

Then the girl dropped her ice cream cone, her whine audible even from where Mark sat. He couldn’t help the laugh that fell from his lips. He shook his head, just as there was a knock behind him on the glass of the door. 

Dahyun popped her head out. “Youngjae needs help grabbing some boxes from the back, can you help? Jackson and Yugyeom are being assholes.” 

Mark nodded, one last glance across the street before he stood up, heading back inside.

-----

You took in a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut as Mark pressed the tip of his tattoo gun to your skin. Just the constant buzzing of the tool was enough to set your nerves on edge. 

Once you felt it, though, it wasn’t so bad. It hurt, but you’d been through worse. It was comparable to a thousand tiny kittens scratching you with their claws, over and over again. 

“You doing alright?” Mark asked, once one long minute had passed. 

You nodded, your arms squeezing the back of the chair you were straddling. It was an uncomfortable position, but it was the only way Mark would be able to access the back of your shoulder. You’d also had to strip down to just your bra, so at least you were given some modesty. 

“Yeah. Just... how long will it take?” 

Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed how hard he was concentrating. His tongue was stuck between his lips, peeking out the corner. He was entirely focused on the art that he was tracing onto your skin. 

“Not long. The shading is what will take the longest, but it’s small, so I should have you out of here within the hour.” 

You exhaled slowly and pressed your forehead into the cushioned back of the chair as he went over the same area a few times. Though he muttered a ‘sorry’, you found yourself wincing from the pain. 

Yerin had left to get ready for work, as the stenciling and position process had gone on longer than either of you had thought. You’d made Mark move the stencil several times until you liked the positioning. Admittedly, it had been a stalling tactic to delay the inevitable pain that was coming. 

“How’s Taehyung?” Mark asked, just as he took a break from tracing onto your skin. You opened your eyes to see him reaching for a cloth to wipe across your skin. 

The question caught you off guard. Just the name of your brother was enough to rub salt into the wound you’d been holding closed for the last two months. You gulped, turning your face to press your other cheek into the chair, hiding your expression. 

“He’s good. He’s been in Japan for two years now, I think. He’s happy there.” 

You barely even noticed Mark returning to your tattoo, the pain less noticeable while your mind was occupied. 

“That’s good. I saw on Facebook he has a girlfriend now?” 

You nodded. “Mhm. Her name’s Jennie--she seems nice.” 

Mark didn’t need to know that you hadn’t spoken to your brother since the week before you moved to Seoul. He didn’t need to know you’d been avoiding his calls, texts, and e-mails. Most of them you deleted without even opening. 

From what you knew, Taehyung and Mark had simply drifted once they both moved out of your tiny town and started creating a life for themselves. Taehyung spent his years after college roaming the world, taking photos and putting on exhibits until he secured a steady photography job for a Japanese magazine. 

Mark moved before that, though you hadn’t known he’d moved to the city until today. You hadn’t ever been close to him besides the casual greeting when he’d be downstairs playing video games with Taehyung while you were doing homework. 

When you were younger, you’d had an innocent crush on him, only because he was one of the few boys that paid you any attention. You’d only ever had a handful of conversations, but he was always polite and even helped you with your math homework once or twice. It really hadn’t taken much to impress you back then.

“So, how long have you been in the city?” Mark asked. 

You were grateful for the slight change in subject. It was only a matter of time before he started asking about your parents, and you wouldn’t have been able to pretend any longer. 

“A couple of months. I just… wanted a change,” you told him honestly. 

Maybe you’d gotten more than you’d bargained for… but regardless, you were grateful for your newfound independence. 

“I get it,” Mark replied. “Alright, outline is done. Now we’ll just have to shade. I’ll give you a few minutes, okay?” 

You lifted your face from the back of the chair and sat up straight. “Can I see it?” you asked. 

It took a moment for you to realize Mark’s ears were turning red because without the shield of the chair, your entire bra-clad chest was now on display for him. It didn’t help that you’d chosen a pink, lacy bra just because it was the first one you’d grabbed out of your laundry bag. 

Quickly, you leaned forward again to cover yourself with the chair, biting forcefully onto your lip. You could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Sorry…” you said.

Mark cleared his throat and turned around, reaching for a handheld mirror on the table behind him. “It’s okay… I’ve definitely seen worse. Not that it was bad, or, well-” 

It was obvious he’d put his foot in his mouth. You found yourself giggling, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. Mark looked as if he was desperate for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. 

“Sorry,” he said, shaking his head at himself as he turned back around. “Here,” he said chuckling softly as he held up the mirror behind you so that you could see the work he’d already done. 

You managed to stifle your giggles as you turned your head. It was no wonder Mark was known for pieces like this--his lines were crisp and clear, flowing in such a way that it looked as if your skin was born with this intricate design. You couldn’t wait to see how it looked when it was complete.

“Good?” he asked.

“I love it,” you said, smiling wide. “Makes the pain worth it.” 

Mark looked pleased with your answer. He set the mirror down and got up, switching out the ink on his pen for the color he was going to use for the petals, a soft cool toned purple. 

You resumed your position against the chair after a few more minutes, fists clenched as you prepared for the pain. 

-----

It turned out not to be so bad. Mark kept you distracted, asking you questions about your experience in the city so far. When he sensed you avoiding the topic of home or your parents, he didn’t push. 

Once he got your tattoo bandaged up, you sat around talking for another half an hour while he showed you photos of his drawings, as per your request. You’d never known that he was so talented. 

“I guess I should be going,” you said after a lull in conversation. If you wanted to get back to your room before your roommate began their daily music blasting and loud video game routine, you’d need to head back. 

“Where are you staying?” he asked, pulling off his gloves and washing his hands in the miniature sink against the wall.

“Just… this little place,” you answered. Little was an understatement. 

When you’d moved out, you’d only had a suitcase and a finite amount of cash. It hadn’t exactly been planned, so your options were limited. You stayed in the first hostel you could find, and you were disappointed to find that the wages you received from serving couldn’t provide you with anything better. 

You shared a room, currently with a Russian girl a few years older than you that seemed to only be staying in Seoul to play shooting games and blast ear-piercing rock metal. Your last roommate hadn’t been nearly as bad, but you weren’t having great luck. 

“Here, I’m just finishing up for the day. Why don’t we grab a bite to eat, then I’ll take you home.” 

Your efforts to refuse his offer were basically ignored. He gave you no choice as he led you out to the front room to pay for your tattoo, whispering something lowly to Dahyun as she wrote up your bill. 

“Mark,” you said in protest once you saw the total. You didn’t know much about tattoo pricing, but you were sure this was significantly lower than it should have been.

“What? It’s a family and friends discount.”

You sighed. As much as you wanted to refuse his help, you had to admit you could take whatever discounts you could get. Tattoos were expensive and you certainly didn’t have the budget to get one as impulsively as you had today. 

“I’ll get my stuff ready, then I’ll meet you outside, okay?” Mark asked and you nodded, watching as he walked off to his room. 

“Family and friends, huh?” Dahyun asked, eyebrows raised as she watched you sign your receipt. “You must have gotten really close back there.” 

You laughed, sliding the receipt back over the table. “It turns out, he used to be best friends with my older brother. So… family, I guess,” you said, though you never really saw him as such. No matter how many times your mother acted like he was her second son. 

“Wow, small world,” Dahyun said as she handed over a sheet of paper with a list of bullet points on it. She went over the aftercare process, recommending the creams and ointments that she preferred, and ways to help it heal faster. 

After thanking Dahyun over and over for her kindness, you gathered your things and waited outside of the front door for Mark. 

When your day began, you never would have thought you’d be having dinner with your brother’s old best friend, bringing back memories you hadn’t quite been ready to revisit. But he was so sweet to you, so easy to talk to, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no. You didn’t want to say no. 

You’d always admired Mark’s choice to move to Seoul straight out of school, with no plan and no connections to the city. And he only came back for holidays and special occasions. While you were hastily packing your clothes into a duffel bag, you remembered thinking briefly of him. 

“Ready?” Mark asked from behind you as he exited the shop. The sunlight hit his skin, bringing your attention to the swirling designs upon his shoulder. The way his shirt was cut allowed you a peek of his ribs—you could see loopy cursive etched on his skin but you were unable to make it out.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you replied with a smile, tearing your eyes from his bare skin. 

#writing #fanfic #got7 fanfic #mark tuan #mark tuan fanfic #mark fanfic #mark smut #mark angst #mark tuan smut #got7 scenario #got7 smut #got7 angst

[mythiccheroacademia]

Hi!! I don’t know if you’re doing requests rn but can you do a scenario with Kirishima, midoriya, Bakugou and todoroki learning dance moves with their s/o?? (The woah, milly rock, driving the boat, etc.)

 GIRRLLLLLLL 

my first ask!!!! ayyeeeeee, what it do babyyyyy

k, i’m done but thank you sm for asking! and for future reference, i’m open for scenarios/imagines/anything lmao

i hope you like it! 

Characters: Kirishima, Midoryia, Bakugo, and Todorkoki

Warnings: a serious case of fucking it up (ass throwing as well??)

PG-13 

y’all, i couldn’t help myself hehe

A/N: the gag is, i was literally just turning up to my good sis Megan Thee Stallion and Rico Nasty so this should be fun

Kirishima Eijrou:

the best hype man and dont @ me on it

It was after hours and, outside of U.A., the night was quite peaceful, for the most part. Most were tucked in their bed, fast asleep, but some of the young future heroes of Japan were wide awake. That included you and Kirishima. 

You spent the night showing him some of your favorite Western music videos. He recognized some of the long-time globally famous ones like Beyoncé, Nicki Minaj, and Rihanna (who you both had a crush on). You had tried showing him the moves to Single Ladies and Super Bass, but he couldn’t quite get. 

“C’monnn, just jut your hip out more,” he laughed.

Kirishima made a face before dramatically sticking his hind up. You punched his arm to which he broke out in laughter. 

“Ahh, I’m just hopeless,” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. “No, no! You got the shoot, but you have to know more. There’s gotta be something.”

“What about him?”

You looked at the video suggestion he motioned towards, and your brows shot up in excitement.

“DaBaby! Of course!”

“DaBaby?”

“I’m about to change your life.”

It only took one watch for Kirishima to pick up on the DaBaby shoulder, BOP dance, and fist pound. He was a natural and went hard on it. 

*and his muscles looked real nice all flexed like that but that’s besides the point~* 

You two spent the late hours running through all his Albums and EPs, dancing and hyping one another up. It was so fun that you two ended up having to take a shower because of how sweaty y’all were. 

The fist to thigh pound was now you two’s celebratory dance each time one of you made an accomplishment.

You both passed a test?

DaBaby.

Won a team competition?

DaBaby.

Made it through a battle alive?

DaBaby.

Midoryia Izuku:

i’m sorry but it’s like cannon this boi cant dance, but bless his heart, he really tries

You should’ve just sat down and ate your food, but, of course, you didn’t care about priorities when it came to tiktok. (just bear with me y’all)

It was an unhealthy obsession you wouldn’t admit to. You spent hours on it. Ochako had gotten you hooked on after she kept sending you tiktok dances to learn with the girls. It was fun though, especially since dancing was something you loved to do. You still kept up with your grades, so there wasn’t much harm in it.

But then, you made a mistake.

You were eating lunch with your boyfriend and watching a tiktok Momo had sent in your groupchat. The two girls in the video were dancing before they hit the woah on the beat drop. 

Izuku heard the music and looked over at what you were watching. 

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s these two girls dancing. They’re really good!”

You showed him the video and it was like he’s found his life’s purpose.

“W-what was that? At the end!?” 

“Uhh, it’s called the woah?”

“Do you know how to do it?”

“Yeah–”

“Teach me!”

So you spent the lunch period teaching him the move. It wasn’t very complicated, but you found that he had no sense of rhythm and flow. It took a couple YouTube tutorials and then some for him to decently grasp the concept. When lunch was over, he kissed and hugged you like you were his savior.

“Thank you for showing me! I must show the others!”

You were so confused.

But you didn’t know you created a monster.

That is ALL this man does now!

You’ll see him in the mornings. “Hey Izuku!”

“Hey y/n!” 

Hits the woah.

He answers a question correctly?

Hits the woah.

He answers a question incorrectly?

Hits the woah.

Beats Bakugo in a competiton.

Hits the woah.

Bakugo did not appreciate that. 

He downloaded tiktok and 80% of the videos are of him and/or someone else hitting the woah.

All Might has asked you if your boyfriend is going through something. You just pinch your nose. 

Bakugo Katsuki:

won’t outwardly admit to knowing how to dance, but when the time comes, he’s ready for anything

also! i’m inlcuding african moves in this one, hope you dont mind

Sometimes, when you two aren’t doing anything in particular, you’ll try and teach him some moves. He’ll usually sneer about not wanting to learn and how dumb it was. You fake cry and he begrudgingly does it (bc when you cry he panics)

There are multiple snapchat videos of you putting on Shatte Wale or EL (Lomi) and you two doing the shaku shaku or azonto. You were surprised when he picked up other moves like dougie, lean back, and jerkin. 

The music was blasting in his room and you two were following the Walk It Out music video, dancing, copying what you could and just having fun with one another. At first, Bakugo was a bit stiff, embarrassed that he was even indulging in something like this, but he saw the happy look on your face and set a tiny bit of his pride aside.

Plus, you were actually kinda good and he wasn’t gonna let you show him up on something he knew he was good at. 

“Ayyee, okay Bakugo! You kinda lit!” you cheered.

The genuine praise made him blush. “I don’t know what you thought this was, but of course I can dance, idiot!” he exclaimed, trying to fight his sudden embarrassment with how into it he was getting. 

You laughed at him and he was about to cuss you out until you gasped.

Suddenly, your favorite song by Saweetie came on and your face fell into all seriousness as you broke out in dance. He sputtered when you sensually moved your body over to him, taking his hand and turning so your body so your back was to him. 

“Well if you’re so good, why don’t you prove it,” you challenged. 

He was confused until you circled your hips and he automatically followed your lead. Bakugo’s prior bashfulness left him and a proud grin spread across his lips, eyes half-lidded with desire. 

“Oh, bet.”

You bent forwards, hands on your knees as you threw it back on him–and he caught it just fine. This was his kind of dancing. He was a beast in clubs. (ofc you’re 18+). 

It wasn’t like it was anything new to him. You two have had many many opportunities to practice. 

When “Red Nose” came on, it was over. 

Well, the dancing was over~

Todoroki Shoto:

hits the meanest milly rock and you cant convince me otherwise

*youre in an American club for this one and you all are most certainly 21+*

You two were overseas for a vacation. Well, it was supposed to be a trip for a business convention, and he was going as the next heir to his father’s company, but who wouldn’t use this as a getaway?

Plus, a chance to show your boyfriend where you come from?

And on Endeavor’s dime? Say less. 

You were going out to a club downtown with your Shoto and your friends and their partners. It would be a nice de-stressor for the long day you and Todoroki had handling business. 

At first, Todoroki was a bit hesitant. You offered to have a dance practice, but he softly declined. He wasn’t one to go out and you didn’t push it.

But then he saw you in that tight outfit, the one that makes your ass pop, and he grabbed the keys before you could. 

The sooner you went, the sooner y’all could get back home for the real party.

Anyway–

At first, you two are just standing and talking, enjoying one another’s company. You’re a bit tipsy when you’re friends drag you onto the dance floor and you let loose. Todoroki’s watching you with a soft smile and then talking to your friends’ partners before they prompt him to take a couple shots. 

He might be one of the fiercest heroes in Japan, but mans can’t hold his liquor.

He sees you dancing and can’t help but miss the way your body feels in his hands. You both make eye contact and he’s suddenly making a b-line for you.

*Big Ole’ Freak by Megan Thee Stallion begins*

Todoroki is working his hardest to catch all the ass you’re throwing, using his hands and the support from the people behind him. He won’t let his good sis Todoroki Tina down. 

He’s pretty damn good at catching.

Y’all are sin on the floor. So much so that your friends are HOLLERING. 

“FUCK IT UP Y/N!!!”

“LET’S GOOOO SHOTO”

“CATCH THAT ASS, BRO!!”

“BITTTCHHH!!!”

*Cue Pour It Up by Rihanna*

The music changes, and suddenly, both of you are facing each other, hittin’ the folks and slowing down the nae nae. Nasty Freestyle by T-Wayne comes on, and you guys are the center of attention.

Let me tell you…it was perfection.

The City Girls came on and Todoroki amps it up—you rapping the lyrics as he dances. (He loves the City Girls as much as he does Meg and hopes a woman scams his dad like that)

But you even lose your shit when Shoto starts to milly rock. He’s got the entire club hyping him up. 

The next day, you both are watching videos from last night. Your brows shot up in surprise at how natural he was. You both were kinda shook.

“I’ve never seen you dance a day in your life. Where did this come from?” you asked, a genuine pitch in your tone.

Shoto was just as clueless as you. 

“I have no idea.”

#bnha #bnha scenarios #mha x reader #mha x black reader #mha x poc!reader #mha bakugo #mha midoriya #mha todoroki #mha kirishima #bnha todoroki #bnha midoriya #bhna bakugou #bnha kirishima #mha scenarios #mha imagines #bnha imagines #THROW THAT ASS #todoroki tina would be proud #bnha x y/n #mha x y/n #bnha x reader

[hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong]

The Flame-Soaked City, Part 5

With CasCu joining them, the master triad and co. head deeper into the heart of the Fuyuki singularity. What will they uncover as they approach the source of the altered history? (I mean if you play FGO you probably know this already, but hush. We’re hyping up the mystery here!)

TW: implied body horror, villain that would hurt a child, Lev Lainur

If it’s between <triangle brackets>, that’s a mental note between masters, and if it’s between {whatever these are} it’s the viewpoint character.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

{Jeanne}

With the arrival of the new caster, we not only gained a powerful ally, but knowledge about this singularity. What started as a Holy Grail War quickly became a fight for survival as the Saber converted the other servants to her side somehow.

Spartacus was very happy to find out there was a "tyrant" taking control of the situation. If it means he will actually help us from here on out we won't fight it. The best news however is that our caster friend knows healing magic! We're so close to being able to see again!

Kat: <Hey Jeanne, why are you saying all that stuff that just happened?>

Jeanne: <Because Cris never pays attention, and we don't need them getting lost next time they front.>

Cris: <Oh come on, I'm not that bad!>

Jeanne: <Really? What is Caster's name?>

Cris: <So you were saying about our eyes getting healed?>

Cu: Alright, we're all set little lady! Let's see what we can do about those eyes of yours.

Romani: Your vitals are good on our end, Hannah. We'll probably have to do this again when you get back, but the less time spent wandering in the dark the better.

Cu: I don't need you to tell me my magic works, mage.

Marie: Go ahead with the procedure, Caster.

The runes surrounding us lit up, infusing with mana as.... nothing happened.

Cris: Oh, you have got to be shitting me.

Cu: It's quite alright, you're not the first maiden to be taken aback by my-

Cris: No jackass, I still can't see anything!

Mash: But the spell worked, senpai! Your eyes look perfectly healthy!

Cu: You wouldn't happen to be cursed, would you?

Romani: It's more likely one of two things. Either we need to heal Hannah in the present, or the problem is psychosomatic. Either way, it's not a problem we can solve now.

Jeanne: That's unfortunate, but at least we're not any worse off for trying. It gave us plenty of time for a break, at least. We should get moving towards- As we stood up to move, our foot caught a rock in the worst way, and we took a spill.

--- {Cris}

Cris: Agh, motherfuck... er...

Holy shit, I can see again! God, blasted hellscape never looked so good. Wow Mash does not look comfortable in that armor. And that old guy in blue must be caster.

Cris: Wait, were you flirting with me? You're like 40, what the hell?

Mash: This is wonderful! Thank goodness!

Marie: We might just have a chance now.

Jeanne: <Maybe switching reset something?>

Kat: <That doesn't make any sense.>

Jeanne: <I know, I am just spitballing here.>

Cu: It's a step in the right direction, but her eyesight is clearly off. I'm still plenty young.

Cris: We can argue on the way. <Jeanne, you remember which way we need to go, right?>

Jeanne: <Leave it to me. We should travel much faster now.>

---- {Jeanne}

And with that switch, we are back in darkness.

Jeanne: That is less than ideal.

Marie: What happened now?

Jeanne: Hold on, I need to test something. <Kat, do you mind?>

--- {Kat}

We can see! Everybody's starting to look a little freaked out.

Kat: <Wow, those hassans really aren't wearing much, huh? They're pretty!>

Cris: <That's enough ogling, I'm turning this body around.>

--- {Cris}

Jesus, why the hell was Spartacus standing right behind us?

Cris: <Jeanne, why are you blushing? ...God, I can't take you two anywhere.> I pull us away from the big lug and back towards the sane part of the party.

Cris: Okay, tests done. The good news is I can see. Mostly. The bad news is that while we mostly have control over when it occurs, we might go blind at random, or if I get like, surprised or highly emotional.

Marie: And how, exactly, did you figure all that out by gawking at your servants?

Kat: Intuition.

Romani: You'll have to deal with it for now. After we get you back here we can work on a more permanent solution.

After we got on the road things went pretty smooth. The skeletons were pretty much a joke now that we could see them coming, and Caster even found time to teach Mash some new tricks. We barely managed to keep Spartacus from picking a fight with that berserker that's running around. Kat chatted with Saber and the assassins (I kinda zoned out for that tbh) and eventually we reached our destination. We hadn't even entered the cave yet, and already we could feel the raw energy pouring out of the thing.

Mash: Senpai, look out!

Mash threw herself in front of us as a sword, twisted, almost to the point of being unrecognizable, embedded itself in Mash's shield.

???: Sorry, but that's as close as you'll be getting to Excalibur.

Cris: What the hell?

Cu: I was wondering when you'd show up, Archer. I see you're still Saber's faithful knight, as always.

Archer: I don't know anything about that. All I'm sure of is there's an old pain showing up again.

Cu: You lot run on ahead. I've got some personal business to take care of.

Spartacus: Let him deal with the gatekeeper, we must strike at the heart of this tyranny!

Cris: Wait wha-

Spartacus grabbed us like a sack of potatos and ran into the cave. As we were getting dragged along, the opening salvos of their duel lit up the entrance behind us.

Jeanne: Assassin! Keep a couple personas near the entrance, and let us know if we'll have to deal with Archer.

Most of the remaining Hassans peeled off from the main group. Mash and the other servants were able to easily keep up with us, though Marie had to be carried on one of the larger hassan's shoulders.

Finally our bumpy ride ended in the opening of a large room. In its center stood a crater, with a massive beam of coalescing energy running from the floor to the ceiling.

Marie: The greater grail... what's that doing in Japan?

Spartacus: Face your end, oppressor! We have come to finish your reign of-

Before he could finish his sentence, a beam of energy burst forth from near the crater. It sucked the light out of whatever it touched, and when the dust settled, less than half of Spartacus' torso fell to the ground. I took a step closer to Mash.

Saber Alter: I have no patience for fools.

A servant clad in black platemail calmly strode forth, her sword still crackling with energy. With the veins on her armor pulsating, the entire thing almost seemed alive.

Saber Alter: You there, girls. You both have an interesting noble phantasm. I would like to test them.

With no other fanfare, she rocketed forwards, and her sword met Mash's shield. Mash and Saber Lily settled into their routine again, but Mash's training was already paying off. The older saber clearly wasn't used to fights against someone who could block her sword, and Mash took advantage of that to force openings for Lily to strike.

Alter was clearly going to lose, so she disengaged and fired off another beam from her noble phantasm. Mash responded in kind, and the black energy dissipated against the shield of light.

However, Alter expected this. and was simply using the beam as cover to get in closer again. Mash never saw the kick to her side coming, and she was easily sent flying, leaving Saber Lily alone with the experienced swordswoman.

It should have been a bloodbath. It was definitely one-sided, but for some reason Alter was holding back. Lily was mercilessly beaten down to the ground, but there was the slightest bit of hesitation that grew with each attack.

Kat: <Hey Jeanne? Do the scanny thing. Trust me.>

--- {Jeanne}

Jeanne: <Okay? I don't know what you- oh.>

We could no longer see the action, but we could still feel their spirit origins. Alter's was twisted by several things, much like the shadow servants we faced up to this point, but at her core, one thing was obvious. The saber lying on the ground and the saber standing over her were the same person.

Kat: <You guys seriously didn't notice they have the same face?>

Alter: It is useless, child. I am inevitable. I am what it means to be king.

Lily: Even if that's true... even if I'll be like you one day... I'm not you now, and I won't stop fighting you here!

Lily struggled to her feet, and focused all she had left into one final attack.

Lily: Sword of Selection, grant me your power!

Alter: Vortigern, Hammer of the Vile King reverse the rising sun.

Lily: Cleave the wicked! Caliburn!

Alter: Swallow the light, Excalibur Morgan!

The energy of their swords clashed, light and dark twisting around each other before it was all unleashed in an explosion that shook the cave.

--- {Cris}

Both sabers landed heavily. Alter lands in a heap near Spartacus' body, armor cracked from the impact. On the opposite side, Lily lays still, her spirit origin already starting to come apart. Alter pulls herself to her feet.

Alter: I will make this quick.

Before she can take a step, however, a large hand grabs her foot. Spartacus' body hasn't reformed enough to move yet, but he's alive, and that's enough.

Spartacus: HAHAHAHA! Come oppressor! Break your sword against my love!

Cris: Fuck yeah! I totally knew he was okay.

Jeanne: <Are any of us good at lying?>

To her credit, she damn near tried to do exactly what he said. Saber Alter launched blow after blow into the arm hold her in place. Each swing of her sword pulling energy from the greater grail and forcing it directly into Spartacus. We took this chance to run over to Lily. Mash had finally pulled herself from the wall she got launched into and was already there.

Mash: Senpai, your orders!

Cris: Just get your shield up and be ready!

Finally, Spartacus' body had enough. The energy stored within it writhed and began to break through, covering the cave in a bright purple light. Spartacus himself never stopped laughing the entire time.

Alter, and everything else that wasn't behind Mash's shield, was devastated by the explosion. When the dust settled, Spartacus was alone, collapsed on the ground, still smiling. ---- {Kat}

Kat: Lily? Lily it's over, you did it!

Lily barely stirred, her spirit origin was falling apart.

Lily: You were right, Master... Our journey was a lot shorter than I thought.

Kat: No! No, no, just hang in there. We can go get Cu, and he can... do something, I don't know!

Lily: I know this wasn't the best place to meet, but it was fun, right?

And then she turned to dust in our hands.

----- {Cris}

Kat was completely inconsolable, so I had to take over to keep things stable.

Marie: That was unorthodox, but well done. I guess even a third-rate mage can produce first rate work when pushed. Several points are still unclear, but we can call this mission a success.

Marie: If it is any consolation, now that Saber Lily has been recorded by Chaldeas, you should have an easier time resummoning her. She won't have any memory of this place, but that'll be true of any servant you summon in Chaldea.

???: Well, well, well. I did not expect you to get this far, Master of Chaldea. You've performed well beyond our expectations. And survived beyond the limits of my patience.

The voice came from everywhere at once, a cacophony that could barely be called speaking.

Cris: <Jeanne?>

Jeanne: <I'm on it!>

--- {Jeanne}

Suddenly, it appeared, standing over the remnants Alter left behind.

Jeanne: <what is that. what is that. what is that what is that>

Kat: <Jeanne?>

Jeanne: <what is that what the fuck is that What The Fuck Is That What. Is. That.>

---- {Kat}

It was Lev. We couldn't hear what he was saying over Jeanne's... whatever was happening to her. Mash put herself between us. Marie ran straight for him. Then hellfire opened beneath her feet. Olga's voice cut through.

Marie: No! Stop! I haven't even accomplished anything yet! From the moment I was born, I've never been accepted by anyone!

And she was gone. Jeanne finally calmed down.

Lev: You fool, Romani! You haven't figured it out yet? The future isn't "missing". It's been incinerated. It, and everything else outside of Chaldeas' protection. You lost the grace of our king, and this is the natural result.

The ground beneath us began to rumble.

Lev: Ah, the singularity is collapsing already. Farewell, Romani, Mash, Candidate #48. I have many places to be.

He was gone.

Mash: Doctor, perform an emergency rayshift, now!

Romani: This will be close, I might only be able to pull one of you out.

Mash: Senpai!

Jeanne: Mash!

Romani: You're not helping!

Mash and I joined hands. The world fell apart, and everything went black.

{Cris} We came to with a start, on the floor of the command center. Already some of the hassans were leading a cleanup effort to make the place more presentable. Mash is still alive, thank God, and Romani's also here.

Romani: Good, you're awake. I'm sorry to dump so much on you already, but time is of the essence. Are you alright with a briefing right now?

Cris: I mean it's not like I'm going to feel better any time soon, let's rip the bandaid off.

Romani: The main topic: Lev was right. Human history has been incinerated. Almost no space nor time on earth has been spared, culminating in the end of time at the end of 2018. The few points that still exist are these:

With that, Chaldeas lit up with seven bright points, each one with data pouring out of it.

Romani: These seven singularities are turning points in history that have been altered to change humanity's present. Chaldea is protected from this effect for now, but that protection won't last forever. Here's what we need to do: We need to fix these singularities if we're to have any hope of saving humanity. You are our only master, and the servants you've summoned are our best bet. I know you don't have much of a choice here, but I have to ask: are you willing to do this?

Cris: Of course.

Kat: <We will.>

Jeanne: <For Marie.>

Romani: Excellent. Well then! Our object is to protect and recover human history. Our opponent is history itself. To challenge our fate is an act of blasphemy against the past itself, but this is our only chance of survival. This is now the highest and only priority of humanity: a Grand Order.

Cris: Well, Spartacus? How's that sound? A rebellion against fate itself? Spartacus simply grinned, but for the first time it seemed almost genuine.

#fgo #Fate Grand Order #mastersona #Fuyuki #Saber Lily #Spartacus #Cu Chulainn Caster #Olga Marie animusphere #stuffomancer #rebel without a cause #thinks the blind seer trope is overrated

[thegoddessofchaostxt]

Villain Au! (Rock Bottom)

(This is draft for a villain au or the main fic, who knows, I just don’t want to lose it) Words: 1562 Summary: Kira is Shoto’s twin and they just rescued Bakugou, her crush (or boyfriend at this point idk) but she snaps at the realization how corrupted the hero system is. ---- Her dad being the number two hero had become a comfort blanket as the years passed. The fact that a person like him could never in his entire life, be the number one had given her hope on the system, which was corrupted on its own. Despite how bad the system was it did not bother her much as long as the symbol of peace was genuine. That was comforting, encouraging even, yet everything she believed crumbled to pieces that night. Her mind was fixated on it as she saw All Might fighting with his last push, giving all of his strength on the other side of the gigantic screen of the street. She felt desolated as the hero she looked up to took his normal form. It was all a lie. His strength was not genuine, or not in the way she thought it was and as the man pointed his index finger at the camera the sudden realization came down to her, he was not who she thought and now the symbol of peace had fallen, leaving his place to nonother than Endeavour.

She felt a slight pull in her chest as her beliefs were broken to pieces, her comfort blanket was torn apart and her mind was rushing. It wasn't worth it anymore, everything she had done had no meaning, the system was truly corrupted to its core and she was studying to take part in it.

—Kira, we have to go.

The voice of her twin snapped her out of her thoughts, noticing her heart racing to a pace she couldn't describe. Rage clouded her mind as her cyan eyes connected with the heterochromatic of her brother. A shared look spoke volumes as the rest of the group started to walk away from them with the rest of the people leaving the street, only to stop as they noticed the Todorokis wouldn't move.

—Let's go, it's over.

—No, it isn't.

She spat out in a murmur leaving Shoto frozen in place as he realized how mad she actually was.

—What?

The oldest asked taking one step in her direction before grabbing her wrist as a failed attempt to restrain her as she quickly let her arm in fire to startle him, freeing herself.

—This isn't finished.

She could feel her emotions about to pop out as heat invaded every inch of her body. All her frustration and anger accumulated on her chest making her feel hollow. If the new symbol of peace was the worst man she had ever met that meant anyone could be a hero. Anyone with a flashy or useful quirk could be a hero, without a background check. Any so-called "hero" could be another shitty criminal in the shadows, an abuser, a neglectful parent, a rapist, who knew, and nobody would say a thing because nobody wanted a hero's name to be stained, that would make the system crumble.

—What do you mean?

The cool tone of her brother's voice only irritated her more, how couldn't he see it? There was no way he wouldn't understand it, right?

—Even if All might defeated the villain I can't stop thinking about what this means for us. Endeavour is the new number one. The worst person I've ever met is now a symbol of peace?  And the symbol of peace we admired so much is not even the man we thought! He's a liar! just as dad...

The redhaired said as her brows furrowed with anger at the plain expression of her brother.

—All Might did all that he could and Endeavor is a good hero.

He responded maintaining his tone. Kira took a step back, realizing her own twin didn't see the things as they actually were.

—Oh, is that right? You know it's not true! They'll shower him with glory, flowers, compliments and he doesn't deserve any of it. Now he has even more power.  After years of me thinking that this would never happen, that the system would never let a horrible person be number one... I got proven wrong... He led Touya to his death, he neglected us, he hurt you, and now he's the new symbol of peace.

A small laugh fell from her lips at the irony of the situation.  It was unbelievable. Enji Todoroki was the new symbol of peace, a violent, neglectful, explosive imbecile was now the symbol that was supposed to inspire safety for the people yet she couldn't help but feel the opposite, it made her feel sick. She swallowed dry before rearranging her hair.

—He tried to get Touya away from...

—He neglected his eldest child and had more babies which also neglected until he had the perfect one. He choked our brother out of his god damn mind! He promised the world to him, a god damn lie!

Kira was quick to interrupt, unable to believe Shoto would even try to justify someone like their father. He was in denial, he had to be, either that or blind.

—What do you want from me!?

The sudden change in her twin's voice made her step back, shocked at it, didn't he understand it already. She looked over his shoulder, their classmates were far enough for them to be unable to listen to their conversation, if there was any moment for them to talk about it was there.

—Look outside yourself. It's not about you.

A brief silence invaded them as Shoto furrowed his brows, finally understanding her plan.

—I won't help you take him down.

She chuckled at his answer, of course, he wouldn't.

—Fine. I'll do it by myself.

Her reply made him tense up as he saw her turn around to walk in the opposite direction they should be going. Shoto was quick to follow her, intercepting his sister mid-way by standing in front of her.

—You don't need this.

She shook her head before rolling her eyes, he didn't understand it at all, did he?

—Oh, I know that I need it.

—He's been like this for years I know you'll get over it.

—No!  Look at all of this you know this is not right at all, you know he can't be number one, we can't even say his hero name without feeling sick, angry, and resentful. And you are even defending him! You are worst than dad!

Kira voiced out without even thinking.  The girl couldn't afford to stop and think about it, she was tired of her father being idolized by people who didn't know better and she felt betrayed by Shoto for taking his side, even if it was only to protect her. Her under eyes felt warm and she instantly knew flames had taken their place by evaporating any possible tears as another pull on her chest made her expression change slightly in discomfort.

—I'm trying to make you reason. He was only focusing on me when we were kids and...

—So now I have to blame you cause he was a piece of trash? No.

—No.

They quickly denied at the same time.  At least they agreed on something.

—Well if you won't do it I will. I'll even avenge Touya in the process. He'd be proud that dad gets what he deserves.

Her words were cold as her tone while a smirk installed itself on her face.

—You are feeling yourself

—Shut up...

—With hatred

—No, no...

—all the same as the brother we lost.

—Save it!

She spat out as her forearms were covered with flames as sharp as knives that barely moved fuelled by her own rage. Kira was unwilling to listen, and it was clear on her face that her mind was stuck on that idea.

—It's time I make a statement. A pity this has divided us, we could have ruled all Japan but Endour has just made a fool of yourself.

The smirk on her face quickly disappeared, replaced with pure disgust as she started walking around her brother.

—You are lost.

He mumbled in disappointment. Shoto couldn't believe what was happening, it had to be a dream, yet his sister's flame tears said otherwise, she was trying her best to hide it but she had hit rock bottom and he didn't know how to help her.

—So for you, this is what being a hero is all about' Being nice and saving people outside your house but behind closed doors you get to do what you want? Is that what you think?

She said, stopping her track next to him.

—If Endeavour gets to do it what makes you be sure nobody else does the same? What makes you think they aren't all like him, or worst? After all the system would cover it up.. I just realized I wasted so many years on all I hate. Hope it was worth it, at least have some tricks.  They'll all soon know what he did, what all the heroes hide, I'll make sure that no one keeps standing, I'll expose them.. The show's about to start, don't mess up or you'll be in it, darling brother.

The redhaired finished, leaving Shoto frozen in place as she got lost in the crowd. The rest of their classmates quickly approached him, asking about what happened, yet her brother didn't answer and by the time they started to look for her she was long gone.

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[star-wars-multishippers]

Get to Know Me(me) - The Members of SW Multishippers!

This was an event hosted on the Discord server to do a sort of re-introduction of both old and new joiners to the server. Everyone who wanted to participate filled out the survey below to share a little about themselves and about their faves in fandom.

Survey (for anyone who wants to join in below in the comments):

Who Am I? - Name, username on other sites, mini bio if you'd like Where do I fit into the SW fandom? - Prequels, Sequels, EU, etc. What do you do? Fic, art, lurking and reblogging? My Top Faves - 2 or 3 max please! My Own Stuff - 1 or 2 max please!

MBlair

Who am I?

MBlair both on Discord and on AO3, maggzblair on Tumblr (MBlair, maggzblair)

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

Mostly lurker/reblogger/occasional writer, mostly Original Trilogy and Sequel trilogy.

Fics I Love to Rec

Of Queens, Knights, and Pawns (and associated fics) by chancecraz

Hand of Fate by sweetestcondition

My Fics I Love to Rec

Reyuxmas 2019

A Wonderful Winter on Hoth

I’ll Love You ‘Til the Suns Burn Out

feckyeslife

Who Am I?

Feckyeslife#2003 on Discord, firelord65 on AO3

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

I'm pretty solidly a Sequels fan, but I have a special place in my heart for the Prequels. I'm a fic writer who dabbles mostly in canon universe AUs, what ifs, that sort of stuff. Primarily my fics have Rey with a tendency to focus on the First Order characters and plots.

My Top Faves

A classic Reylo fic from an old friend - Beneath the Facade. It technically has a prologue fic before it in the series, but this piece was the one that I really enjoyed way back in the EARLY days of Reylo.

Because I'm an insufferable Reylux fan, I have to rec at least one. This piece by @every-day-is-star-wars-day  a oneshot that ever so masterfully crushes my heart every time - Thread

My one Original Trilogy rec, this is a beast of a long fic but so, so good - Dark Times

My Own Stuff

Reylux, medieval AU - La Vita Primus - is the first in a small series of this AU

Reylo, TROS Fix-It - Oh but it's a dark future, my star. Oh but it's a soft morning for us soon.

apple-au

Who Am I?

Call me apple. she/her/hers. I’m gold_pen_leaps on dreamwidth, ao3, and pillowfort. @[email protected] on mastodon. I am doing my best to boycott tumblr, but I've been known to use a tumblr link embed on pf from time to time. (gold_pen_leaps (DW), gold_pen_leaps (AO3))

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

I’m mainly into the Sequels and the Mandalorian. I joined the server for Hux/Kylo/Rey and all the combinations of the characters in my ot3. I can edit better than I can write. Sometimes I comment on fics.

My Top Faves

A Dance of Titans by @lucidlucy is a really long reylux fic. The delicious slowburn makes all the flavors combine in an amazing way. Love how they battle the main villain!

My Own Stuff

I helped give feedback on the second part of a series. Does that count? This is knight_of_dance's fic. It's really cool to see writers' takes on Modern AU, and this one has influenced my ideas of what sort of kinks those characters have. :smirk: Switch Up

Mizz

Who Am I?

 hi! tho im much more...a lurker around here im mizz (she/they/he). im badarmada on tumblr, badwrong-gimme on pillowfort, gimmemrss on twitter, badwrongprincess on ao3 (i have so many usernames XD, ive got a dreamwidth, wordpress, and art insta too if youre interested lol)

(@badarmada, gimmemrss (twitter), badwrongprincess (AO3))

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

i liked the prequels as a kid (still do kinda), rouge one, i do like clone wars tho i havent finished it and the sequels (well tfa and tros tho only one of them is good imo) i reblog stuff mostly and read fanfic, tho i write some stuff too. finn is my fav and pretty much my center character (ie the one i focus on the most) and i like most finn ships (favs being finnhux, finnlo, finnrey)

My Top Faves

the things we do for love by glare is an unfinished finnlohux fanfic that i love a lot

worlds are built for two by synergenic (Losseflame). this is a poefinn fic from finns pov

My Own Stuff

um...im still working on this fic -(Be More Chill, Hux) very slowly this year has been super hard on me writing wise and ive been drawing ocs and for another fandom mostly but I will finish this one day!

Arsanimo - Marion

Who Am I?

Hi, I’m Arsanimo, self taught artist and nerd from Germany that’s mostly lurking. You can find me with this username on tumblr, twitter and instagram. I draw mostly Reylo at the moment. ( @arsanimo, Arsanimo (Twitter), Arsanimo (IG))

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

I‘m in my thirties and an OT fan since birth, because my dad was obsessed with Star Wars and we watched it a lot as kids - they are the go to christmas movies in our family. Even as a very small kid I loved Vader. I didn’t like the ST quite as much when it came out in cinemas but still watched them multiple times. I’m much more fond of them now. But my love for Star Wars really got renewed with the ST. I really liked TFA and TLJ a lot. Not a great fan of TROS though, but to each their own. I recently started watching TCW, if you haven’t go watch it! The Mandalorian is also great and feels more like the OT for me, which I love. Oh, and R1 was awesome, I loved that one! Solo also was good. I think I will be a lifelong fan because it’s such a rich universe and everybody can pick a favorite. I’m also good at ignoring the parts I don’t like, lol. But I‘m mostly exhausted about all the drama on social media, so at the moment I take a bit of a break from social media and only post from time to time. And I’m of the firm believe to ship and let ship and if the art and fics are good, you can also find me enjoying ships outside of Reylo (honestly, some Kylux art out there, woah... and Finnrey is always so tender but Stormpilot has two hot guys in it... and don’t get me started about Finnrose! You probably get the gist)

My Top Faves

It’s hard to name so few, there are so many good artists out there. But Winter of Her (Twitter) has some outstanding art in her own style. Than I really like the style of Khallion (Twitter), check her out.

My Own Stuff

And last but not least two pieces of mine that turned out pretty good

https://twitter.com/arsanimo/status/1275789997426311173?s=21

https://twitter.com/arsanimo/status/1258757927910989825?s=21

Knight_Of_Cookies

Who am I?

Allo allo, I go by many names but many know me as cookies here. Lol I'm from the US and I've been a lifelong A+, gold star , nerd my whole life. I love writing among 5 million other hobbies. I am on Tumblr and A03. (@knight-of-cookies, Knight_of_Cookies (AO3))

Where do I fit into the SW fandom?

It all started with the prequels which I fell in love with and even wrote my first fan fic on. (I dragged it from fanfic.net to A03 for my own form of personal torture) I dropped out of star wars until I was in Japan and a close group of friends got me to watch Roque One and play a star wars based table top role playing game, which dumped me back into this fandom hardcore. I fell in love with the sequel trilogy and now I'm stuck forever. Lol

I have been writing on A03 for around 2 years now for star wars and it's been the most productive and progressive work I've ever done thanks to ya'll.

Also, hey, I created this multishippers discord, because multishipping rocks and everyone should do it. :P I know I've never active enough but I love this space and the people in it! My fav part about multishipping is how I'm always discovering yet another ship that is awesome. It never ends. ^^

My top favs - (of things no one should be surprised by)

Beastie by @feckyeswriting. It spawned a written series(multiple actually)

Glutton by Witchoil. Just very good dark and wonderful kinky smut. Always go back to this one.

In the house that skywalker built by @aicosu. This story got me into Reylux in a way I'll never recover from.

My own stuff

Nothing but Themselves - This is my favorite beast of a story I've ever written and it will be beautiful when I finish it. One day. Lol

Tanzaku - One of my most polished pieces thanks to the Reylo Anthology. My best combo of: insert culture nerding here and captive Ben as personal tropes.

#Get to Know Me(me) #Server Event #Fic Recs #Art Recs #Star Wars fic #Star Wars fanart

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Wedding Too Late

A/N: This is the story of what happened in the hallway during Matt and Reader’s wedding. For @lakamaa12​, who has desperately wanted to know. The songs included are “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran and “In Case You Didn’t Know” by Brett Young. 

  I sat on a bench in the hallway of the hotel, not quite understanding what was happening. Matt stood a few feet away, halfway between me and Nick, who leaned his shoulders back on the wall. Nick’s hands were stuffed in his pockets, and his blue eyes were on the carpet. A pink tint ran high on his cheeks even as the rest of his face went pale and colorless.

           “This isn’t a joke,” Matt said as he rocked back on his heels. “If this is something you want… if you’re willing…”

           He watched me closely, his brown eyes searching for something… anything in my face. I felt stuck in an impossible situation. One that I’d never thought of experiencing, no matter how much I’d wished for it.

           Nick sighed and ran his hand over his face. “I know you made your choice a long time ago, Y/N,” he said calmly. It didn’t matter. I could hear the hurt in his voice. “If I’d been brave enough at the beginning, things might be different. But it doesn’t matter anymore. You’re here, you’re going to be Matt’s wife.”

           I opened my mouth to speak, not sure what words would come. But none would. My tongue was tied against the roof of my mouth.

           “I don’t intend to get in the way. And I don’t want things to be messed up between us.” Nick looked at Matt, and I could see the horrible guilt that had taken root in his heart. “You’re still my brother. I want you to be happy. And I don’t want you to ever wonder if you can trust me.”

           Matt shook his head and took a few steps toward his brother. “I will always trust you, Nick. With everything. I trust you with my life. In and out of the ring.” He cupped his hand around the back of Nick’s head. “I know who you are. I’ve always known. You’re an honest, good man. Brother or not.”

           The two of them stood side by side, just as I’d always known them, as they’d always been. In their suits, they were dashingly handsome. They were a perfect pair, a tandem set who knew each other inside and out. I had never known one without the other, and I’d hated the idea that a moment would come when it would only be one of them at my side. Truthfully, I’d hoped that it never would. I’d done everything I could think of to keep them together, to keep them with me.

           Shame rushed through me. I’d never intended it, but I’d led Nick on all these years. Everything I’d done, every little action that I’d convinced myself were just friendly, had been a cruel ploy to keep him in my life. I had willingly given Matt my heart—let him carry it with him from California to Japan and back again—but I hadn’t done it completely. Somehow, someway, I’d kept a part of my heart aside for Nick.

           “I’m sorry,” I murmured toward my lap. I couldn’t bring myself to look at either of them. “This is my fault.”

           They turned and crossed the hallway in tandem. Matt sank onto the bench beside me. Nick crouched nearby, almost within arm’s reach but not quite. I wished I could pull the two of them close, to hug them against me, to beg them to forgive me for being so selfish. I made myself look at them. They watched me—brown and blue eyes fixed on me with a fearless acceptance—with open expressions.

           “It’s not—” Nick began, his fingers clenching against his knees.

           I shook my head fervently. Tears stung my eyes. I knew that the moment I started to cry there would be no stopping it. Oh, how I had dreaded this moment. This parting of the ways that I’d hoped so horribly to avoid.

***

           Nick watched her with a deep, steady pain lacing through his chest. She was beautiful even in her grief. He hated himself for doing this to her, for ruining this day that belonged to her and to his brother with his declarations. It was unfair. It was perhaps the most selfish thing he’d ever done, and he couldn’t entirely explain why he’d done it.

           “It is my fault, Nick,” she said. Her words came out small and broken, and he could see the guilt that bled over her face. He watched her blink a few times before she looked up at him. Nick felt himself get lost in her eyes even as they brimmed over with tears. “I’ve been so selfish, and I’ve hurt you both.”

           Matt reached for her hand and squeezed her fingers. “You haven’t hurt me, Y/N. I told you,” he whispered, leaning in and bumping his shoulder against hers gently, “you’re an open book. I’ve known a long time.”

           Y/N looked to her husband-to-be, guilt shadowed in her eyes. “I feel like I’ve betrayed you,” she said. It made Nick sick to see her so upset. “I haven’t meant to, Matt, I promise. I thought I was… I thought I could just be friends…”

           She drew a deep breath and sobbed, and it broke Nick’s heart. Without thinking, he moved to her other side and took her free hand in his. Matt said he’d known about how his brother felt. It was enough in that moment for Nick to give himself permission to comfort her.

           To love her. And to love her openly.

           Nick pulled a wad of tissues from his pocket and dabbed them gently beneath her eyes, careful not to smudge her makeup. She sniffled and her lips twitched, almost as if she wanted to smile. He wished she would. He wished he could see her smile at him like she did… one last time.

***

           Matt watched his brother and his almost-wife together. The way that their eyes were drawn together, the way that their shoulders relaxed when in each other’s presence… they were easy signs to see. He saw in his brother the same things that he felt within himself. Nick looked at Y/N the way Matt did. And she looked at Nick the same way she looked at him.

           “If anyone here is selfish, it’s me,” Matt said quietly. “And it’s time I asked Nick to forgive me for it.”

           Nick’s blue eyes looked at his brother with confusion. Matt took a breath.

           “I saw how you looked at her that day in the airport,” he confessed. “I knew the moment you decided that you were going to ask her out. God, Nick, it was written all over your face. If I were a better brother—a better man—I would have let it be. I would have forgotten her number. And if things had turned out differently, you would be standing beside her now instead of me.”

           He glanced between the woman he loved and the brother who had been his best friend since the day he was born. Guilt churned in his stomach. He licked his lips and tried to force the words past his teeth. “I’m sorry,” he begged. “I’ve been the worst brother to you, and you’ve been nothing but honest and honorable. I’ve robbed you of a life. I’ve robbed both of you of a life.”

           For a moment, they were silent. They settled in their revelations, letting them become part of this new reality. And then, when the quiet became almost unbearable, she spoke.

***

           “I liked you both from the moment we met. You know that,” I whispered slowly, doing my best to get my thoughts in order. “I’ve loved you both for so long. I don’t even know when I first fell in love with either of you, but it’s a part of me. It’s like the core of my being… my soul. And I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop it. I can’t stop loving the both of you just the same.”

           My heart thundered in my chest. It ached as I looked at Nick. His eyes were on the carpet between his feet. I threaded my fingers with theirs and squeezed. It was up to Nick… if he could forgive Matt… if he wanted this…

           “I can’t imagine life without you,” Nick declared. “Either of you. If you want this, Y/N…”

           Gentle heat skimmed through my limbs. I stood up and turned to face them. My lips curved in a small smile as I set my fingers beneath their chins and tilted their heads up. I looked from blue to brown eyes and felt certainty settle in my center. “I do.”

***

           The reception began as if nothing had happened in the ceremony. People milled about. I sat at the table with Matt on my left and my sister on my right. If I leaned forward just a little, I could see Nick with his easy smiles on his brother’s left. Butterflies dashed through my belly as I thought of this life we were undertaking together.

           It swirled through my thoughts as Matt drew me to the dance floor. My sister hooked the train of my dress up to the bustle and took my veil and bouquet. The soft thump of an acoustic guitar spilled out of the speakers as Ed Sheeran began singing about a love that goes on, gets stronger over time. Matt held me close, his forehead against mine, and smiled.

           “I love you,” he said. “More today than yesterday. And more tomorrow than today.”

           My heart skipped a beat. “I can’t imagine how much. Not with this gift you’ve given me.”

           He brushed the tip of his nose against mine. “I’m not whole without you and him. He isn’t whole without me and you.”

           “How do we make this work?” I asked, closing my eyes and letting him turn me slowly on the floor.

           “With patience and honesty. And love.” He kissed me softly then, a bare brush of our lips together. “Love more than anything.”

           The song faded away, replaced by something new. The tune had a country twang to it. The air pressed close and Nick’s voice filtered into the space. “Can I cut in?”

           Matt looked at his brother and grinned. He let go of me to give Nick a long, hard hug. Then he winked at me and walked back to the table where he asked my sister to dance. Nick stepped into the place where Matt had been. His smile was bashful, eyes bright and crackling blue.

           As Nick took me in his arms, it seemed as if the words to the song floated in for the first time. They couldn’t have been more appropriate. Here goes nothing. In case you didn’t know…baby I’m crazy ‘bout you. And I would be lying if I said I could live this life without you.

           I smiled and lifted on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek. Then Nick grinned so brightly that it hurt and began to spin me around the floor.

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#wedding too late #too late tales #the too late tales #nick jackson #nick jackson fanfiction #matt jackson #matt jackson fanfiction #young bucks #young bucks fanfiction #aew #aew fanfiction #reader #matt x reader #nick x reader #matt x reader x nick #polyamory #polyamorous relationships

[wishonastarx3]

I saw this coming... I’m so fucking tired of this.

I don’t care who reads this, if you actually know me in real life then you probably know that this is how I feel from my instagram story. I apologize in advance of the language in this post. These are my emotions and thoughts. (And yes I am aware that within the AAPI community there are it's issues, but that's not the point of this post)

I’m SO SICK AND TIRED of this shit. What happened on Tuesday WAS NOT OKAY. EIGHT PEOPLE ARE DEAD and SIX of them were ASIAN WOMEN. Click the hyperlink if you live under a rock or if you just don’t watch the news. I don’t know how you people live. 

The Asian and Asian American community in this country has been saying for the PAST YEAR that we are NOT OKAY and that we NEED HELP. Donald FUCKING Trump REPEATEDLY kept saying pre pandemic, “CHINA! CHINA! THEY’RE STEALING OUR JOBS!!! CHINA IS EVIL!!!” and of course his base bought into that. BUT when the freaking pandemic started it was “THE KUNG FLU” or the “CHINA VIRUS”. So now, let’s make the target on our backs EVEN BIGGER NOW!!! (I still don’t understand HOW there were Asians who voted for him... but that’s beside this point of this) 

This past year has had over 3800 reports of Asian American HATE CRIMES against us. These fucking cowards are going after our ELDERLY COMMUNITY like the BABY BITCHES that they are. WHY?! JUST FUCKING WHY?! What does this do for you? It makes me SO ANGRY to see these videos of the elderly community being ATTACKED and KILLED. I watched on video of a toisan lao (old Chinese Woman) in SF who was being attacked and she fought back against her attacker (AS SHE FUCKING SHOULD. HE ENDED UP IN A STRETCHER). But that really... that one really struck a cord with me as that’s the dialect my family speaks and it made me think “fuck. That could have been my grandmother. That could have been my grandfather.” Going after the community that doesn’t speak english, LITERALLY POWERLESS and that is old like a bunch of COWARDS. I, as a 5′9 Asian American woman from New York City has dealt with my far share of harassment... but the fucking elderly? Really? 

This pandemic has just gave them an EXCUSE to attack us. As if we weren’t already being harassed and marginalized before!!! But of course, one will say “but how can that be? Asians are the model! You guys are the best minority group out there. Everyone loves you!” HAR HAR MOTHER FUCKER

So lets set up some points

The Model Minority Myth - the “idea” that Asians are the smarter minorities who end up becoming the doctors and lawyers who are good at math, science and end up going to Harvard. I’m sorry... what? This is pathetic. AND A FUCKING MYTH  I’ve dealt with these AWFUL cliches and stereotypes. Are they good stereotypes? Sure...? BUT do you understand:

What that does to the individual? What about the Asians who do not want tot be doctors? What about the Asians who then have to deal with the mental illness that goddamn society created for us? (I’m not even going to go into the lack of Asians in entertainment business. That’s a whole separate headache.)

WHY ARE WE IGNORING THAT IT’S ONLY A SMALL GROUP OF ASIANS THAT END UP DOING THAT?! Are we going to IGNORE the Asians who don’t go to Ivy Leagues? Or the ones that are living below the poverty line? 

This literally created the Racial Triangulation between the minorities! White people have put Asians on a pedestal in comparison to the other minorities and YES other minorities HATE us for that reason.By saying that we are the “Model Minority” it LITERALLY creates this thought that we better than the “other minorities” but yet we still ain’t white. So we aren’t a part of the majority therefore putting us in no mans land. 

THE NEGATIVE stereotypes - OH and TRUST ME there are A LOT. These are just the ones at the top of my head. 

The FETISHIZATION  of Asian Women - this shit ain’t new. This is literally what the term “yellow fever” means when referring to MEN who only like Asian women. The fetishization of asian women LITERALLY GOES BACK TO 1890s when the short story “Madame Butterfly” was written when a WHITE MAN was in Japan and fell in love with an Asian girl (WHO WAS 15 BTW). There are literal journal entries of European and American men who were in Asian at the time who said LITERALLY SAY HOW EXOTIC Asian Women are, that apparently our vaginas just “feel different”. I’m sorry... WHAT?! I HATE nothing more than when I have dealt with men saying some bullshit about how “exotic” I am. Also lets not forget how American society has de-masculinate the Asian Man. Saying that have small dicks and that they are skinny and scrawny, therefore aren’t men. So you like only half of us? 

Our Food - WE DO NOT EAT DOG. I grew up being told “YOU EAT DOG! YOU’RE CHINESE!”... fuck you. And now, Asian food is seen as “amazing” I’m happy you like our soup dumplings and bao. But you were the same fucking people who told me I ate dog. So you love our food but not the people? Okay. I see you. Oh and I didn’t forget about the people who have gagged at Asian food. 

Mocking how we look and our language - Am I the only Asian American who had people pulling their eyes and saying CHING CHONG at them? Please, get hit by a bus. And isn’t ironic how now “fox eyes” are a make up trend? funny isn’t it? 

People telling us to “GO BACK TO CHINA!” “GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM” 

I’m sorry. Who educated you? Asians have been in this country since the 1850S. WE BUILT THE DAMN RAILROADS. SOME OF US WERE KIDNAPPED HERE TO BUILD THAT SHIT. (Another note is how ASIAN AMERICAN HISTORY IS NOT TAUGHT IN SCHOOLS. This needs to be addressed and changed.) 

Also for MYSELF - my GREAT GRANDFATHER BUILT THE DAMN RAILROAD and SERVED IN THE ARMY in WWI. My Great Uncles were in the Air force in WWII and my GRANDFATHER served in the KOREAN WAR where he was shot in the ear and received a Purple Heart. I FUCKING DARE YOU to tell me to go back to my country. MY FAMILY HAS DONE MORE FOR THIS COUNTRY THAN HALF OF THESE RACIST MOTHER FUCKERS. 

Hate crimes in America have been happening since the 1880s. Yellow Peril goes back to the 1880s when Asian were literally depicted as these murderous group invading from Asia. And of course, they depict us with slanted eyes and with long braided pony tails. THIS SHIT AIN’T NEW. There has also literally been LAWS banning Chinese from coming to America. i.e THE CHINESE EXCLUSION ACT oh and lets not forget Japanese Interment during the 1930s. THIS SHIT AIN’T NEW. ALSO let’s not forget the Vincent Chin Murder in the 1980s when a Chinese American was BEAT TO DEATH because his attackers thought he was Japanese and they were blaming the Japanese for taking their jobs. 

As I sit here, feeling not as angry as at the beginning, if history has taught me anything, fear and anger has been the drive for these crimes. In the 1880s we were thought to be evil and that we were going to take away all of the jobs (but low and behold, some of us were KIDNAPPED here). During WWII it was right after Pearl Harbor after Japan bombed it. Vincent Chin, his attackers were angry at the Japanese. Current day, Donald Fucking Trump decided to put the target on our communities back with both jobs being sent to China and with the Coronavirus being our fault. 

What happened on Tuesday with the Atlanta police officer saying that the 21 year old was “having a bad day” WAS BULL SHIT. I didn’t know killing 8 people was a RATIONALE  RESPONSE. Okay then. Call it what it is, A HATE CRIME. This man was saying he had a “sex addiction” and that he wanted to get rid of the temptation and he associated ASIAN WOMEN and the ASIAN SPA to be that temptation. AND WHY IS THAT?!?!?!? THE FETISHIZATION OF ASIAN WOMEN. 

And before I get off of my soap box, THE MEDIA WAS PRETTY FUCKING LATE TO JOINING THIS, AND CALL IT WHAT IT IS, A HATE CRIME. SO MANY of the crimes against the Asian elderly go unreported or are not deemed hate crimes WHEN THEY ARE. SO MANY of them do not know English or enough English and can not report what was said to them. And what sucks too, my dad even said it, I think your grandparents would just take it because they would see this as “I immigrated here, I have to take this shit”. WELL THAT TRAIN STOPS HERE. WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED. WE WILL NOT SHY AWAY. WE ARE TAKING OUR SPACE THAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS. I fucking PROMISE you that if you try to do so, you will have hell to deal with. 

I’m not going to get into the subject of the people who are SILENT during this but were ALL OVER social media for their BLM support. I’m just going to leave it at we are asking for your help and to amplify this. Please. 

To my non Asian friends who have reached out to me, I do appreciate it. I really do. But please rather than telling me you are here for me if I want to talk, I BEG of you, please read and learn about the history as well as the Asian/Asian American experience in America. It’s really not as rainbows and butterflies people have been thinking. Hate against Asian and Asian Americans started before 2020. 

To my Asian brothers, sisters, aunties and uncles PLEASE stay safe.

#stopasianhate #stopaapihate

[deadlymilady]

What is your worth?

You can read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25941511

Summary: Kyo knows what Tohru recently using his favorite spot on the roof to think. What kind of thoughts swirling in her head right now? She started to act weird since Rin has returned to hospital. Kyo wished he could help her with whatever was going with Tohru. However, he just had no idea what it is… A flash of lighting has brighten his room, bringing him out of his thoughts. In next seconds, with the help of his cat senses, boy heard a crash of metal against the wood and slight thud on the ground.

A/N: Well, its been long since the last time i wrote everything and, eh...I forgot all the synonyms i knew on this language. I hope you will understand) P.S Inspiration hit me when i scratched my knee and tore my jeans. Goddamn road holes...

Autumn nights are the best time to think about some things. This time of year in Japan is rich with colorful orange and red pictures, what even in the night time you can see the trees shining with their brightness in the dark. Despite the beginning of rainy days, nights were warm and there was no problem to sit on the roof and enjoy fresh air.

Since the end of summer trip, Tohru was visiting this “thinking” space almost every night. Her mind was swirling with many thoughts about the things what happened since then. Meaning of Soma curse; Kureno; Akito’s speech; Uo; Momiji’s situation; Tohru’s mother…But one thing concerned Tohru the most- Kyo’s confinement.

After trip to Kyoto and Rin’s accident, she couldn’t stop thinking about a way how to break the curse. Tohru stumped. Isuzu has said what there was no way to break it, but…still, she haven’t stop searching for one.

Tohru wished she would such a determination. For now, she was in the same situation as Rin. Tohru had no idea what to do. Isuzu asked Shigure and he said nothing. She asked Kazuma but he doesn’t know much about curse, due to his grandfather being locked from the outside world…

A chill run down Tohru’s spine at the mention. Kazuma’s grandfather was Cat’s spirit and because of being able to transform into beast like creature, everyone who is possessed with this spirit destined to be locked for the rest of their lives. Everyone…

Kyo’s picture appeared in Tohru’s mind. She couldn’t help but hold back a sob. This isn’t fair! Cat in the tale haven’t done anything wrong. Why the spirit’s of his have to be in such state they are? Tohru has come to conclusion what from all of Zodiac animals Kyo is the one who was actually damned, than cursed.

Again, she can’t do anything about it, yet. Tohru let out a sigh and stared into the dark blue sky. The night filled with dark clouds; maybe there is going to rain. Rain…Kyo, probably will have a headache. Once again, the Cat has to suffer.

The girl promised to herself on cold roof: she WILL find a way to break the curse, so no one could suffer. She will try to find as much information as possible. Tohru just have to wait. Hope and wait for the way…

Rumble of thunder echoed in the air. Tohru has decided is time to go down and get to sleep. She got up and carefully crawled on the roof to the ladder, attached to the wall of house. When she reached first step with her feet, a flash of lighting tore the sky. Tohru swing her head up eagerly. She started counting how far away the storm was and accidentally leaned back too much.

The move caused the end of the ladder against the wall broke away from it. Tohru rocked back from the move. She gasped and tried to move ladder back to it’s place, but was pulled back even harder. Tohru looked behind her back, and saw what she and ladder quickly flying to near tree.

Girl started to think, and came to conclusion: there no way she can avoid hitting the tree. Except, one…Tohru wasn’t that high from the earth. So, the girl thought she will pull through only with scratches. Before the ladder could crash into the tree, Tohru hopped down from it and flew to the ground. Once she landed on her knees, Tohru’s body started to roll until her back hit the wall where the ladder just been. Another rumble of thunder has echoed. Much stronger than previous one.

-Ow...- she whined and carefully tried to get herself into sitting position. Tohru examined her body for injuries. Her hands covered in dirt and on her right wrist, she saw a slight abrasion. Girl felt relive at first, until her gaze fallen on her legs. Her blue pajama pants were in the terrible shape. On her thighs and down were a large trails of dirt and they mixed with blood droplets…

Tohru leaned in to look at her knees and made a painful scowl. The pants were tore open on her kneecaps and she saw large abrasion on her right knee. The other leg was in same shape.

Everything that has left for Tohru is letting out a tired breath. Slowly she started to straighten herself up leaning her hands against the wall. Tohru let out a hiss, when her wrist and knees begin to sting. The girl was about to make a first step, when she heard a voice calling:

-Tohru?

                                                      *    *    *

All day long, Kyo had an irritating feeling of fatigue and lethargy. That could mean only one thing for him: Cat spirit predicting the rain. Kyo was laying on his back on futon in his room. It was only around 10 of the evening, but Kyo’s head hurt so much from the exhaustion, what he was afraid he would throw up. Boy already dressed himself into his sleepwear. White shirt with long sleeves and sport pants with two yellow lines on sides.

Seems like summer rains in this year was going easy on him and the autumn ones decided to show everything they got. Cold weather came earlier than expected and this means that the rains will be stronger.

«Damnit Cat Spirit»- Kyo thought to himself. The Soma Curse was always a burden to him, but in times like this, it was the damn. He can’t be a part of the Soma clan. He always have to wear this blood-covered bracelet, to keep him from turning into hideous monster. He can’t live like other animals from the Zodiac. He can’t even hug the person he love.

Kyo’s fate was to be locked in the Cat’s room after graduation to his last days. Locked from the world, from everyone…from Tohru.

He heard a rumble of thunder coming from his open window. Kyo groaned and turned to his side. He already made a promise to yourself about Tohru: he will be by her side as many time as possible. Until the faithful day of goodbye will come…

Kyo knows what Tohru recently using his favorite spot on the roof to think. What kind of thoughts swirling in her head right now? She started to act weird since Rin has returned to hospital. Kyo wished he could help her with whatever was going with Tohru. However, he just had no idea what it is…

A flash of lighting has brighten his room, bringing him out of his thoughts. In next seconds, with the help of his cat senses, boy heard a crash of metal against the wood and slight thud on the ground.

Kyo quickly sat up on the floor and listened another rumble coming. He rushed to the window, ignoring headache and perked his head out of it. Slim figure in familiar blue pajamas supporting herself against the house. He called in the dark:

-Tohru?

-Ah, Kyo this is you. Sorry, for making the noise, -Tohru gave him a smile but at the action she winced and it looked more like grimace.

Kyo looked her over. Tohru’s face covered in dirt and he could see some bruises forming. Although the look of her body, has got the boy worrying. Tohru’s hands, sleeves of her shirt and legs were in the real bad shape. Hands and sleeves are dirty and on the wrist glistered a tiny blood spot. Kyo looked on her legs and winced. The pants were completely ruined. Giant gashes of dirt with blood spots and torn open knees. He couldn’t understand how is Tohru even got herself upright.

A decision has made in Kyo’s head in less than a second. He stood on the sill and jumped out of the window. Tohru watched him with wide eyes as the boy softly landed on his knees.

-I-its…the second…floor, -she pointed at Kyo with her finger and back to his window.

-Benefit of the Cat Spirit, I suppose, -he approached Tohru and slightly bumped her head with his knuckles. She smiled at the affection. Kyo looked at the ladder hanging from the branch. –Has your leg slipped?

-Ah? No! No-no-no, -Tohru stammered and waved her hands at him. –I was careful! I just…um, -she avoided Kyo’s eyes. –I looked at the sky when lighting shined and, eh, - Drop of water fell on Tohru’s nose and she looked up meeting Kyo’s pale face. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Eyes looks at her with half-lidded look. More water drops fell on girl’s face. Rain has started. –I’ve probably lost the balance and almost hit the tree, so I had to take off before the crash...

Tohru’s words barely made to Kyo’s ears. His head started to spin and his breathing become heavier as rain started to gain force.

-…Sorry, for giving you so much trouble. This weather is especially uncomfortable for you and, ah, you still came to check if I’m okay. You shouldn’t have bothering yourself; I’m not worthy for such car-Eh? – Tohru lost her track of words. Suddenly, Kyo’s head landed on her shoulder.

Tohru checked him out: his eyes has closed, chest was heavenly rising and falling with every panting breath. She swallowed her surprise and held out her good hand. Tohru risked running her hand lightly over Kyo’s hair.

-Kyo?

-I’m fine, -Kyo slowly lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at Tohru through half lidded eyes. –Now I am the one giving you trouble.

-Can you walk?

-I should ask you that question.

Tohru snorted at the comment. Kyo smirked at her and held out his arm. The girl hesitated for a moment, and then took it and they both limped to main room.

                                                        *    *     *

Kyo and Tohru stepped into dark room. Tohru has stumbled upon something and started to fall, when Kyo catch her by shoulder at the last moment.

-Ah, thank you, Ky- girl turned her head to him and gulped. Their faces were so close that the pair could feel each other’s breath. Tohru had a thought what there is must be only inches between them, to prevent Kyo from transforming. Her cheeks turned red. Intense look of orange eyes glowed in the dark.

Kyo sharply turned his face away from Tohru to hide his blush. He scanned room with his cat like eyes. Boy found a spot near the table and took Tohru there. He sat her down and went to turn the light.

-Why is it so dark in here? -Tohru whispered. – Usually, Shigure is up most time of the night.

-That means, that the dog isn’t home, -Kyo answered in full voice. He turned light in main room and corridor. Boy walked back to room. –He is probably in the main estate tonight. What about the rat?

-Ah, -Kyo approached Tohru and helped her to stand up. -Yuki said he will going to bed early. He must deal with the Council's business in the morning, -Kyo was leading her far in the corridor. –Um, Kyo where are we going?

-To the bathroom, silly, -he glanced at her over his shoulder. –We need to wash your wounds first and if you haven’t noticed, yet, we are soaking wet.

Tohru looked down. Water from her long hair dropped to the floor. If her pajama could repaired before, now it was completely ruined. The mud has mixed with blood and water, so now it was impossible to wash it out. Wet material stuck to Tohru’s body.

She turned her eyes to the boy, who stopped in the front of bathroom door. Kyo’s cloths were in better shape. The clothes were clinging to his skin and dripping with water. Tohru couldn’t look away from the spot of his back. Wet shirt outlined the muscles on his body very clearly. The girl tilted her head to the side. Does Kyo’s shoulders always was this broad?

-Tohru, -his voice brought her back out of thoughts. –Sit, on edge of the tub and um, -Kyo’s gaze followed her as Tohru did as he said. A blush find a way on his cheeks. He stammered. –Y-you-you need to take of your pajama pants. –Tohru blushed too and looked at him with wide eyes. –T-they are already ruined and we h-have to clean you a-abrasions properly…

-Oh, -Tohru got the point and looked on her pants and shirt as well. –Um, I’m afraid, all of this is ruined, eh, can you, -the pair shared a look. –Go upstairs into my room, and bring another shirt? –Kyo’s eyes widened. Tohru waved her arms at him. –I-its in the t-top drawer right under my-my mother's picture. The f-first one. D-don’t you worry, -she started to laugh nervously. –Aha-ha, it’s l-long e-enough to…y-you know…hehe…

-Okay, understood, -Kyo stopped her chatter. –I was going to take aid kit anyway, so...- he averted her gaze. – I’ll be quick.

Boy rushed to the staircase. He took two stairs in time. Kyo walked in Tohru’s room and reached her drawer. He opened the top shelf as he told to. The boy picked up the first shirt and straightened it. It was a t-shirt of bright orange color. Kyo measured the t-shirt with his eyes and estimated that it would be just above Tohru’s knee. The boy thought to himself, usually she goes around house in much shorter clothing. Kyo shook away these thoughts and headed back to the bathroom.

-Tohru? –he stand near the door, waiting for response.

-Yes?

-I will throw the shirt to you.

-Oh, okay.

Kyo stuck his hand through the doorway and hurled it in the direction of the tub. He heard Tohru catch the t-shirt, and then he heard loud squeak and thud.

-You fell into the tub? –Kyo rolled his eyes.

-I fell into the tub…I didn’t hit anything! –she quickly added. –Just give a minute, I’ll put it on.

While Tohru dressed herself, Kyo stormed to the dining room. He opened the sideboard. Few minutes he was searching in it. Last one who used the kit was Shigure and who knew where is exactly he put it again. Finally, Kyo found white box. Boy took out first aid kit, and returned to the bathroom.

Tohru sat on edge of the tub and observed at her wounds. Just as Kyo thought, the shirt barely reached her knees and it was at least two sizes bigger than she was. Tohru’s thin arms peeked from oversized sleeves. Her left hand was clutching the edge of tub, whilst the other was trying to wipe her head with towel. The water from the rain made Tohru’s hair curl and some drops of it was falling on her shirt and down her pale slender legs. A tiny flower bloomed in the full grace…

Another time in the night, Kyo shook away such thoughts and focused on her injuries. In two steps, he crossed the room and kneeled in front of her. The boy frowned as he switched looks from one abrasion on her knee to the other. Suddenly, he got up from his knees and went to the towel rack. Kyo took one and moved to the water tap. He turned the water on.

-We need to wash area around them first, to prevent from infection. –Kyo grimaced as he watered towel. Another shot of head spin came in. He also remembered, the boy didn’t do anything to dry himself from the rain and water still actively was dripping from his hair and cloths. Kyo came up back to Tohru with towel in his hands. He kneeled again and began cautiously wash dirt around her abrasions. The girl in front of him bit her lip at the stinging of pain.

-Endure, Tohru, -Kyo blew on the bruise and continued to wash it out. A few minutes has passed, when he got up and sat on edge by Tohru’s side. Boy held out his hand. –Give me your wrist.

Tohru switched the towel she held into other hand and gave him her right palm. Kyo took it and began to wipe it gently. Water was dropping from his hair down on her arm, cooling Tohru’s skin. She watched him in trance, until he lifted his head.

-Alright. We are finished with clearing injuries; -Kyo looked Tohru in the face. –Now we have to deal with your—He didn’t have a chance to finish as white material covered his face. Tohru covered Kyo’s head with a towel and began to dry it.

-Y-you, -the girl murmured. –You will get sick, if you won’t dry yourself, properly. And, um…-orange eyes stared into her brown ones through the towel. Tohru, suddenly, got interested in rack. –You should change out of you-your shirt and soon. Kyo, you were rushing around the house in w-wet clothing, s-so…If you won’t take it off soon, you will for su…

Tohru didn’t have a chance to finish her sentence. As she was talking, Kyo pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to side. Tohru watched him stunned as he pried towel from her hands. Boy quickly whipped his body and hanged it over his shoulders. Not losing the focus on his task, Kyo took her good wrist and wiped the dirt there. Then boy brought cloth to Tohru’s face and slowly washed it.  

It turns out that her face wasn't as bruised as he thought. While Kyo was washing the dirt, he noticed only a small scratch on Tohru’s right cheek.

When Kyo has finished, the rain began to fall harder and drum heavily on the window. In the moment Kyo wanted to get up for aid kit, his vision begin to blurry slightly and his head nestled a place on Tohru’s shoulder, again. Only this time the girl didn’t rise any panic. Even as her face was calm and she smiled softly, yet her voice has given away some kind of sadness.

-Kyo, -Tohru murmured. –If you are not feeling well, you don’t have to force yourself to help me with my wounds. Still, it's my fault, and you don’t feel yourself good. I just...not worth such the effort and…such attention from you. I think, -she let out a sigh. –I didn’t do anything special to deserve care of other people.

In moments of weakness like this, Tohru constantly reminded of the bad things that ever had happened to her. When she thought about her future, girl always imagined her mother being here, encourage her. But…Kyoko Honda is no longer in this world. Now, Tohru was walking into it alone.

After graduation, she must move out of Soma house and probably never see anyone of them again. One of her closest friends won’t even see light again. When people close to Tohru have troubles, with which she just can’t help it, she still trying to meddle. Soon, she realizing she can’t do anything. Tohru feels yourself useless…Alone and useless…

-Tohru, -Kyo let out a sharp breath and raised his face. –As cheesy as it may sound but…you are worth not only this kind of effort, but of care, attention, love and many other things. –Kyo slowly got up and took the aid kid. Tohru followed him with her gaze as he squatted on the floor before her. Boy took the bottle with peroxide, in the moment he poured liquid on cotton he went on.

–I mean, the person’s worth depends on his actions, both good and bad. You do a lot for other people. You help them when they are hurt physically or tired of everything mentally as in the case of Rin. –Kyo pressed cotton on Tohru knee. She winced in pain.

-Whether you do it selflessly or out of selfishness, it doesn't matter. But if you help people not because they want to and because you want to and all the problems are resolved in the end, it's not so bad, -he pressed cotton to another knee. Kyo hadn’t really thought about what he was saying. The words just flowed from him like a river. The things that she just have to know.

–That’s just the person you are, Tohru. You help people without asking for anything in return. This is your worth, thanks to which you will never be alone. –Kyo got up and sat by Tohru’s side. He took her wrist and began treat abrasion there. His monolog hasn’t stopped for a second. The girl listened him with mouth open.

-All the people that you helped once are with you now and they are not going anywhere, because they see worth in you and your opinion, -Kyo looked at her wrist and half-smiled. How much of egoist he is, saying such a words. -You know, sometimes it doesn't hurt to be a little selfish. If you were, you would thought a little about what would happen to you before you jumped two meters off a ladder, and you wouldn’t hope to revive your pajama.

Kyo heard her snort and seconds later, Tohru choked on sob. Boy lifted his head and looked at her face. Tears were sliding down her cheeks, her eyes becoming red and Tohru tried to cover her face with a hand. She peeked at Kyo through her fingers.

-Oh, em, um, sorry, uh, -he started to stammer. –Did I pressed too much? Is it hurt? Or…damn, I don’t even know. I’m sorry, Tohru…

-Oh, no, no, -Tohru stopped him on the track. She held her arms in front of her trying to assure him. –You didn’t do anything wrong…Yes, is stung a little, but the pain was bearable. You don’t have to worry. It’s just…-the girl lowered her hands and took Kyo’s hand. A bright red blush appeared on his face. It was on hers as well, but she didn’t mind it right now. Tohru spoke softly while Kyo used his other hand to treat the wound on her cheek.

–It’s about your words. In recent time, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things and, um…Those things and feelings made me feel lonely. Because there is some things, with which I just can’t help and it was making me useless. I’ve become questioning what am I capable of or capable at all. W-what is my worth?  Now I know the answer. Kyo, you said exact the words that I wanted to hear, thank you. –Tohru smiled at him as he watched her wide eyed.  

“They are not going anywhere…”

Over and over, the words repeated in Tohru’s mind. They are both knew what was waiting Kyo after graduation. But he didn’t know what Tohru knows about confinement. He is going to be locked for the rest of his life. There is no chance for all of them being together…together, always…

Emotions overflowed the girl and she couldn’t hold back new wave of tears. As Kyo’s shock passed and he saw what Tohru hasn’t calmed, he made a very risking decision.

He held out his hand and tangled it in her hair, reaching for the back of Tohru’s head. Kyo pulled her to his body. Girl’s face was in crook of his neck. Her arms find their place on his bare chest. There was enough space to prevent Kyo from transforming into cat. Also enough to enjoy that comforting warmth of each other, what they both needed.

-K-Kyo…-Tohru mumbled into his shoulder.

-Do you feel uncomfortable? –he whispered hoarsely.

-N-no. No. –she breathed on his scent. Kyo smelled of rain. –Not at all…

They sat in silence for a while. Just when Kyo remembered, what the abrasions needed to be wrap in bandage, Tohru spoke quietly.

-But what if…-girl broke her head from his shoulder. Her hands still on Kyo’ chest. –What if the person I helped once, -Tohru slowly moved her hand down and rest it over his heart. She took a glance on his face. Kyo’s mouth fell agape slightly. His eyes were burning her with bright orange fire. Tohru is not ready to part with that fire. Yet. –just can’t stay by my side?

-In that case, -Kyo muttered under his breath. Once she began asking, his heart was pounding like a crazy. He could swear, she feel it. Boy covered Tohru’s hand with his. –You have to stay with them as long as you can…Right by their side. Just…stay a little longer…

A loud crack of thunder and lighting made both of them jump. Kyo has slipped down on the floor.

-Shit!

-K-Kyo! Are you okay?

-Yeah, -the boy groaned. –I was about to get bandage, anyway.

He kneeled down and started to rummage in aid kit. When Kyo found what he wanted, he turned to Tohru.

-Um, -she tilted her head. –Do you really need to wrap them? I heard, what is enough just treat abrasions with antiseptic liquids.

-Usually, it is, -Kyo unwound some of the material and began wrapping it around Tohru’s knee. –But, I guess, you will go to bed after we finish with this, right? –He gave her a quick glance. –And trust me; you don’t want to tore away a blanket from your legs in the morning. It hurt like hell.

-Are you telling me this from your own experience? –Tohru smirked as Kyo wrapped bandage on her other knee.

-Yeah…Those abrasions was smaller than yours is. I was little back then and trained with Haru. Accidently, I said something that awake Black Haru. I won, but still he beat me up and dragged me through the grass for about ten meters, until I said that I felt something warm on my legs. Haru saw that I’ve been hurt and quickly returned to his old self. I didn’t want Shisho to know about that. –Kyo took her wrist.

–So I just treat injuries as best as I could and covered it with clothes. They didn’t cling to material and I thought everything is fine. When I woke in the morning…I got up from the bed and walked a few steps, the blanket was hanging on my legs and followed me like bride’s veil.

Kyo finished with bandages and helped Tohru to get up. He held out his hands to her and she took it.

-Shisho didn’t scold me for that. Still, he told me not to hide things like that from him and taught me how to treat some sorts of injuries.

                                                         *    *    *

The pair made their way out of the bathroom. Another rumble of thunder shook the house. Light in the corridor blinked, before completely go out. For a moment pair glued in the place, trying to adjust to the darkness.

Then, Tohru felt Kyo’s hand slipping out of hers. Boy fell on his knees, heavily panting.

-K-Kyo? – Tohru crouched down by his side.

-I’m fine, -Kyo respired and squeezed his eyes. –It’s just…Supposedly, I am the one helping you walk to your room, not otherwise.

Tohru helped him to rise and they kept walking to the second floor. She was lipping much better, when before, but they still was moving very slow up the stairs.      

Finally, they managed to reach Tohru’s room. Kyo released her hand.

-Well, -boy scratched the back of his head, -I think, you can get to bed on your own, so…

-Kyo, -girl looked up at him. –Are you sure everything is okay?

-I’m sure, -he smiled and turned to his door. –Goodnight, Tohru.

-Goodnight, -she done the same.

As soon, as door into Kyo’s room closed, he flopped down on his futon and groaned.

“So that is the thing she was thinking about so much…Tohru really thinks of yourself as useless? But why? What is problem what she just can’t help with?

Maybe…No, that’s impossible… Who could possibly said about his confinement?

The rat?

Shisho?

She started acting strange since they’ve been on beach…Akito, perhaps?”

Many questions without answers, which slowly drifted Kyo to sleep.

In the same time, in the opposite room the girl sat on the bed with a sad look looking out the window. It was dark outside and raindrops were slowly rolling down the window.

“Stay with them as long as you can…”

“Kyo…Does this mean what you’ve gave up?”- Tohru clenched her fist. –“I’m sorry, but I just can’t live with it. Forgive me for meddling in your problems…Anyway, I won’t give up on you!”

Together, always…

#Fruits Basket #fruits basket anime #kyo soma #tohru honda #kyoru #kyoru fanfiction #furuba #takaya natsuki

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extra long tag game (aka a tmi that no one particularly cares for)

tagged by @soobindipity​ 🥰 thank you bb 😌❤️

tagging @btxtreads​​ @choisoobinie​​ @unlocktxt​​ @bffsoobin (this one is long so feel free not to do it ahahahaksksksks)

note: i found the breakers somewhere here in tumblr but i forgot who the owner is, so full credits to whoever owns these breakers

ONE

tell me the first song that made you stan your current fave group and why did your faves attract you so much?

of course it’s their debut song Crown. I have to admit, I listened to them not because i discovered them but because of the whole “bighit is releasing another boy group” fiasco. people thought the hype would die down, i did too, but to this day the boys never failed me. they consistently made me happy with the content they gave out for everyone to enjoy. also adding, i think i’m attracted to them more (compared to their seniors) since they’re around my age– something in which i feel like i can relate to (in terms of the content they put out, or the jokes, etc)

TWO

rule: answer the ten questions and write your own!

what’s your unrealistic goal for life?

becoming a music artist (pop star) 😔

if you had known that we would be in a global pandemic, what’s one thing that you would’ve done before things shut down (if they have for you)?

travel to Japan and explore the place 😩

what’s an unconventional thing that you carry around with you when you go out?

chopsticks hahahahaha because i usually eat using the spoon and fork when i eat out 

favourite type of plushies and why?

anything twotuckgom related! they’re so soft and convenient because of the size. i also kinda wanna buy the bolsters 👀

favourite song right now?

i don’t have any but if you ask what i’ve been jamming to i’d say its city girls by chris brown

something that you’ve always wanted to learn?

producing music, japanese, korean, hacking 

tell a funny story about yourself (or just something that you’ve witnessed)

so in the city where i live, there are places in which the canals don’t have any stoppers. i saw this kid walking with his family alongside these canals and he was just vibing with the song he was singing to. he was so into the song he was singing that he missed a step and he kinda slipped and fell in to the canal (don’t worry though there weren’t any serious injuries) and i swear it was a funny sight 

headphones or speakers? why?

headphones! when the opportunity is present then i’d listen to my music with no outside noise

craving any food right now? what are you craving?

corndogs 👀

which music streaming platform do you prefer? why?

spotify since i’m on spotify family 

😌✌️

questions from eri to me:

what’s the best trip/vacation you’ve ever had?

the vacation i had in Japan last year! 10 days never felt so short in my life and i was planning to go back earlier this year but you know...’rona....

do you have any random fears/phobias? if yes, what are they?

i’m the toughest gal everyone knows but i get really creeped out by butterflies or bugs. i also get scared with inanimate objects that look like a human being when it’s laying still in the dark, i’m scared of mirrors as well HAHA.

weirdest food you’ve ever eaten?

worms

do you have any hidden talents? what can you do?

i can curl my tongue into what seems to resemble a three-leafed clover. i can also mimic voices well and, from what my friends said, i could actually dance well and im super fast in picking up choreography hahaha (ok but it’s what they said okay)

what is an activity you’d like to try out someday?

biking/hiking/camping :> 

when did you get your first phone and what type of phone was it?

i think it was back in 4th grade and it was the famous nokia 3310 

what is a movie you never get tired of watching?

flipped!

biggest pet peeve?

 i absolutely get annoyed when someone tries to rush me and by the time i’m ready, they haven’t readied themselves

earliest childhood memory?

i put sand in this ice-cream-cone-looking rock, and i ate the sand thinking it tasted like ice cream

as a child, what did you want to be? what about now?

a music artist (pop star), until now that’s still my dream but unfortunately, i had to be “practical” 

✌️😌

questions from me to you:

android or apple? why?

words of affirmation or physical affection? why?

bean bag or rocking chair? why?

do you view a half-filled glass as half-full or half-empty or an in-between? why? (go as deep as you can)

if someone were to grant your wish right now, what would it be and why?

if someone were to give you anything you want right now, what would it be and why? (something that can be held)

favorite season and why

what made you enter tumblr?

are you happy with where you are in life right now? why or why not?

to see the boys in real life but for it to happen only once in your lifetime, or to meet the boys via online fan meeting as many times as you can in your lifetime? why?

THREE

rule: bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, then tag nine people

.

AIR ༉⋆͙̈

i have small hands / i love the night sky / i watch animals and birds when i pass them by / i drink herbal tea / i wake to see the dawn / the smell of dust is comforting / i’m valued for being wise / i prefer books to music / i meditate / i find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE ༉⋆͙̈

i don’t have straight hair / i like to wear ripped jeans and overalls / i play an organized sport / i love dogs / i am not afraid of adventure / i love to talk to strangers / i always try new foods / i enjoy road trips / summer is my favorite season / my radio is always playing

WATER ༉⋆͙̈

i wear bracelets on my wrists / i love the bustle of the city / i have more than one set of piercings / i read poetry / i love the sound of a thunderstorm / i want to travel the world / i sleep past midday most days / i love simply lit dinners and fluorescent signs / i rewatch kids shows out of nostalgia / i see emotions in colors not words

EARTH ༉⋆͙̈

i wear glasses or contacts / i enjoy doing the laundry / i am a vegetarian or vegan / i have an excellent sense of time / my humor is very cheerful / i am a valued advisor to my friends / i believe in true love / i love this chill of mountain air / i’m always listening to music / i am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER ༉⋆͙̈

i go without makeup in my daily life / i make my own artwork / i keep on track of my tasks and time / i always know true north / i see beauty in everything / i can always smell flowers / i smile at everyone i pass by / i always fear history repeating itself / i have recovered from a mental disorder / i can love unconditionally

FOUR

PERSONAL

name: -

nickname: cj

birthday: oct 12

zodiac: libra

nationality: filipino

languages: english, filipino (and my dialect), lil teeny bit or korean and japanese kskskskksks

gender: female

sexuality: straight

height: 5'1 and a half (spare me the half pls im trying to act tall)

BLOG STUFF

inspiration for muse: --

meaning behind my url: to put it simply, i love txt

blog established: start of quarantine

followers: 43 lovely followers! 

FAVORITES

favourite animals: do you know cat and dog?

favourite books: anarchy by styleslegend (swear i've been hyping it since my 1d days) ; the tale of heidi by johanna spyri

favourite colour: yellow/brown/black (can’t choose)

favourite fictional characters: hulk, hinata shoyo, tomoe (from kamisama kiss)

favourite flower: i don’t have any ahahahhaha

favourite scent: mens perfume/deoderant

favourite season: spring

RANDOM

average hours of sleep: 6-9

cats or dogs: (i love them both but i really love dogs but i just wanna hug them both because i love both cats and dogs)

coffee, tea or hot chocolate: coffee is my go to energizer, for some chill time i’d go for hot choco

current time: 22:34

dream trip: japan(again)/australia/europe 😩

dream job: music artist 😔

hobbies: playing instruments [violin piano ukelele sometimes guitar and drums], listening to music, writing songs, beatboxing

hogwarts house: slytherin 

last movie watched: oh dear god i cant remember HAHA

last song listened to: bbibbi by iu

no. of blankets you sleep with: 1

random fact(s): if given the chance again, i’d combine mint choco and bubblegum ice cream; when i’m bored i try to re-read all my past lessons AHAHAHAHAHA; currently in a 5-year relationship akshsskskssjsjduskgkad

FIVE

10 things I can’t stop listening to

city girls - chris brown, young thug

angel or devil - tomorrow by together

paradise - bts

zombie - day6

see you again - tyler the creator, kali uchis

dally - hyolyn, gray

love - kendrick lamar, zacari

redemption (with babes wodumo) - kendrick lamar, zacari

pyramids - frank ocean

all in - monsta x

#this was long #but i enjoyed answering it hehe #i'm having a music slump rn so my music choices aren't updated aksshshhshsjsjjsks #i love you all #love me back #🥰❤️