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lume-nosity · 2 years

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spending christmas with them

characters: arataki itto, tartaglia, beidou, venti, kamisato ayaka, cyno, noelle, ei, xiao, hu tao, kazuha, tighnari, albedo

style: fluff/crack

pronouns: they/them

song inspo: holly jolly christmas - burl ives

an: fuck everything i’m feeling festive rn. i’ve written this at the start of november & i might do more of these but it’s not guaranteed unless i feel like doing more. (i can’t write for the majority of these characters because it’s my first time branching out for more characters so apologies for any ooc moments (even though i’ve specified that so many times FHWHFH))

notes: reader is gender neutral, not proofread, lowercase intended, this is in scenario/hc form, swearing, this is obviously going to be ooc & weird since i want to fuck around with the christmas prompt, not really an x reader on the last portion but reader was briefly mentioned, last portion was lazily written

you in snowball fights with itto, tartaglia, and beidou

just imagine tartaglia going ‘a perfect backdrop for bloodshed.’ this is what he was referring to.

itto’s like ‘OH HELL YEAH!!- wait- hold on- nobody’s going to be bleeding anything here. it’ll allll be just some friendly competition!’

and beidou’s like ‘ha, big guy, i’m pretty sure he didn’t mean actual bloodshed.’

while the two of them weren’t looking, you and tartaglia made some snowballs. giving each other a sneering look, before you threw your snowballs at itto and his at beidou.

itto completely flabbergasted and beidou had a scary bloodlust look on her face as she wipes the snow off of her face.

‘oh, you’re on.’

‘WHA?!- OH HO HOOO YOU’RE FUNNY. YOU GUYS ARE GOING DOWN!!’

it’ll literally be the four of you guys hurling snowballs at each other, making a loud ruckus but who cares!!

beidou with her skilled snowball throws and itto with his quick and reckless ones omg, the sheer difference

tartaglia is pretty serious in fights, even if it’s a snowball fight. any fight is fun to him yk? so expect him do tricks and shit with his throws

“say, you guys aren’t bad yourselves.”

“haha, you flatter me captain. you guys are up to par with my skills, which is impressive. and i want to see more of that.”

“uhhh is this battle talk or something??”

and then you’re just having the time of your life hurling multiple snowballs at a time towards the opposing team, laughing your ass off at the same time

venti trying to open up his gifts before it’s time but was stopped by cyno and ayaka’s a witness

imagine venti just sitting down on a chair with ayaka sitting right next to him in her own chair.

venti’s just leaning in his seat in boredom while ayaka peacefully sips her hot cocoa. until venti had the bright idea of opening their gifts early.

‘psst. hey. let’s open up our gifts before everyone else.’

ayaka, who sets her cup down and glanced towards him, ‘huh? but y/n told us to not open them yet.’

‘aw come on, it’ll be okay! look, we’ll get to be the first ones to know what we got!’

ayaka looks away for a bit before sighing and turned back to him, ‘i apologize. i cannot.’

venti pouts, and said ‘oh okay then.. your loss~’

venti jumps off of his chair to make his way towards the tree behind them as ayaka watches him. she sees him bend down to his gift, admiring it. ayaka notices a presence coming towards him. it was very hidden she couldn’t make it out to be someone. but before she tries to warn him, venti was stopped by a familiar general’s narrowed gaze.

‘what are you doing.’

‘ah, if it isn’t the general mahamatra! i wasn’t doing anything. ehe~’

‘we were specifically ordered by y/n to not open up our gifts until they say it’s okay. if you didn’t get the memo, allow me to rephrase it,’ *cue his intimidating look from his teaser* ‘in a way you’re able to understand.’

ayaka squeaked a bit by how terrifying cyno’s aura is, she made a mental note to not fuck with the mahamatra.

in conclusion, venti is done for in terms of stern lectures and ‘whatnot’ from cyno LMFAO

noelle teaching xiao and ei on how to make gingerbread houses as hu tao makes her little gingerbread haunted house in the background

ngl, noelle is more than happy and very honored to teach xiao and ei. while also shitting herself inside because she’s teaching the best of the best and she doesn’t want to mess things up

but ei would be so into it. she’ll be like ‘oh! so this piece would be here? and i can add some of these sweetish assortments to top it off?’ and noelle, who snapped out of her thoughts went: ‘ah! yes, that’s right. get the glue to your left and stick those together. you are free to apply as many sweets as you want!’ ei is probably fighting the urge to eat the gumdrops and other sweets laying around for her house tbh

xiao is just watching them at a respectable distance with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall while observing their actions. he couldn’t quite understand the concept of ‘christmas’ since he’s never celebrated it before. he didn’t want to interfere since he’s afraid of what’s to happen should he try to participate. but having to see the people he holds dear enjoying it, he’s at ease.

‘adeptus xiao, would you like to join us?’

xiao glanced at her from the sound of his name, though a bit confused as to why noelle was formal around him, so he told her: ‘just call me xiao. and no, i’m alright with only observing.’

ei turned around, with a gumdrop in her mouth, ‘you should try this festivity! it may be foreign, but i was told this is a one time thing during this time of year. so i believe it’ll be best if you’ll join us.’

xiao grimaced a bit, ‘no. didn’t you hear me the first time? i’m alright with watching you do..whatever it is that you’re doing in case one of you get injured. i must always stay vigilant, no matter the scenario.’

hu tao who paused in making her original gingerbread haunted house barged her way into the conversation and added, ‘mr. grumpy old xiao, you don’t have to always be like that! look, it’s christmas! a time where we all gather around and spend all day doing all sorts of fun activities! you just lazing about in the background, doesn’t make you fun at parties.’ she giggled a bit.

xiao, pretending he never heard of the name he was given by hu tao, groaned quietly, ‘you…’ he sighed again.

‘xiao, you don’t have to force yourself to do something you aren’t comfortable with doing, it’s okay. we can just-‘

‘i will do it.’ ‘huh?’ ‘i will do it. i will accompany you in whatever activity you call it.’

noelle and ei sighed a breath of relief as hu tao went back to what she’s doing. xiao is in for a repeat of what’s to come in the art of making a gingerbread house. no matter, as long as he’s enjoying it even if it’s far from his familiarity. none of them were aware of the tiny smile that’s growing from his lips.

albedo, kazuha, and tighnari staying up to admire the snow outside, but albedo had the bright idea that they’d all sketch out the scenery and is willing to teach them how to draw

guys listen, i want them all to interact okay

they’re all just chilling next to the fireplace in silence, looking outside your window to see snowflakes glaze the glass.

until kazuha complimented the snow because that’s just him

“wouldn’t you all agree that snow is an entranced sight to see? everything is coated in white, and the atmosphere has transfigured to peace and solitude.

while tighnari has sparkles in his eyes because he’s never seen snow like that (ahem referring to his voicelines)

“wow… snow never fails to look this eye-catching. in fact, from where i’m from, it’s always so humid. and it’d be nice to get this once in a while. not only is it a captivating sight, it’s also much cooler compared to deserts.”

albedo’s just sketching the sight in his little sketchbook you gave him as a present

‘yes. might i suggest we sketch out the scenery laying before us?”

the two glanced at albedo, both confused at the request

kazuha: “ah… i’m not particularly skilled in the art of drawing, ironic enough. i’m around the lines of an amateur artist.”

tighnari: “if you count little doodles or scribbles, then yes. otherwise.. i can’t draw.”

“that’s no problem. i’m willing to teach you, if you both are interested in the offer.”

the two looked at each other before a soft smile was plastered on both of their faces, both piqued by the offer.

“from the silence and your expressions, i’m going to assume you’re both interested.”

albedo ripped two pieces of paper out of his sketchbook and lends them both a pencil (that came from his magical pockets)

“now then, allow me to walkthrough the basics.”

imagine tighnari’s ears,, like how they perk up or do a little ‘fwip’ because of how focused he is in drawing. while kazuha is the same, with his eyes squinting and using his pencil in a gentle, and careful manner. while listening closely all at the same time.

albedo’s ‘tutoring’ voice,,, enough to make someone fall asleep on the clock

okay i’m leaving the rest up to you guys because my brain is melting (in a good way)

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wrongcaitlyn · 15 days

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Do you have any fame aus or anything else that inspired you for the dear reader series?

no fame au's, unfortunately :( i am a BIG fan of fame au's, however, so i do have some recs! but the inspiration for dear reader was largely just me listening to my music and forming an au around it - one playlist turned into two, which turned into seven, which turned into 16, etc - and then i had a full au plot in my head😭

but for recs!! i bookmark pretty much every fame au i read just because i love them so much. they're definitely my niche i just cannot stop putting these people on red carpets - and it's always been this waySDKJF

you'd be paranoid too (if everyone was out to get you) by harrowhark is a catradora fame au (popstar!catra) and it was one of the first fics i ever read on ao3 and literally changed my brain chemistry. now this was like 3-4 years ago, so it's been a while since i've read it, even though when i was in my shera hyperfixation i re-read it like six times i think - if you ARE a shera fan, i would 100% recommend this one, i still remember how incredible it was! did it inspire the dear reader-verse specifically? no, they're very different in terms of plot/characters, but i feel like if i'm talking about fics that inspired me this one's essential😭

everyone wake up new jinx album just dropped by Drindrak is similar to the first one in that it is a fame au that just made me love the trope so much, even though it is much more crack than angst, unlike you'd be paranoid😭it's an arcane fic where jinx... becomes a popstar? except it's like, set in runeterra and vi is still in jail and all of that. like. I DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE ITSKDF i swear i just love a good crack fic every now and then, and this did it WITH fame?? i love. and so yeah, looking back on it, i actually do think it inspired dear reader a bit in the way that jinx was absolutely chaotic (will i ever stop on the jinx nico parallels? i wrote a goddamn solangelo timebomb au already but i'm still going to be pointing it out)

he was seen on occasion (pacing the rocks, staring out at the midnight sea) by stargirltv is a solangelo fame au!! and i know that i already rec'd it. but like. you have to know how much i LOVE this fic and though, once again, the plots are pretty different - but also similar in the sense of the character dynamics! so yeah tbh i'd say i probably did, unintentionally, take a lot of inspo from this, just because i do love it so much, and it was one of the only fame au's for solangelo that i had read (i've read much more now, ofc, seeing as i stalk the fame and social media tags like a hawk)

and then the last thing i feel like i have to mention when talking about the inspiration for this fic is the book, red white and royal blue. i think i mentioned in the first chapter of talk your talk's end note that this entire au?? started off as a rwrb crossover in my head. nico's age was calculated with alex's in mind. will going to college at nyu was because i originally planned for alex and him to idk meet at a class or smth. cecil was originally a law student (another ironic thing for a child of hermes, and yet i ended up making him work towards cyber security lmfao) just so he could somehow become friends with alex. i was fully emerged in this universe where somehow these friend groups collided, and i fully orchestrated nico as a popstar just so that they'd have double the fandoms to go crazy about it. so does it really have to do anything with rwrb in terms of plot?? no, but alex and henry are entirely to thank for this!!!😭

i know that i kind of took a bit of a strange route for a popstar au in talk your talk so it doesn't really match the usual trope? like person is already famous -> meets someone, either famous or not -> fight to get together bc of the press -> some sort of leaked photo of them -> they choose each other in the end. and dont get me wrong, i will eat up that trope any day, but i do really like what i did with talk your talk! i love any form of fame au, and so it's always just fun to see different spins on the common tropes :)

thank you for the ask!!

#wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk asks

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yaehao · 3 years

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for the first time

summary: in which sunghoon has to figure out how to properly express his feelings for you

genre: highschool!au ; fluff? ; angst? ; poetry? idk

feat: park sunghoon ; 박성훈

wc: 4185

warnings: some metaphorical violence? ; some kissing lol but nothing too suggestive

note: I LITERALLY WROTE THIS IN MY SPANISH CLASS LAST WEEK AND KINDA TRIED A NEW WRITING STYLE AND DIDN'T REALLY EDIT I'M SORRY IF THIS IS SO BAD OMFG ackkk also, i hope this somewhat makes up for not updating sonder in a while LMFAO also also i snuck some song titles from b:c in so try and find them :P anyways i hope it makes u hate and love hoon all at the same time, i'm gonna go pretend it doesn’t exist ever again <3

Park Sunghoon doesn’t like having feelings for other people.

Park Sunghoon would much rather spend his waking hours figure skating, shopping, or playing with his dog than thinking about another person.

And that’s why, when Park Sunghoon sees you for the first time, he resents you. He resents how his heart skips a beat when the afternoon breeze pushes your hair out of your face. He resents that when he makes eye contact with you, a plethora of new feelings fills his chest and makes him want to explode. He resents Jake Sim for introducing you to him.

Park Sunghoon isn’t curious about other people.

He prefers to focus on himself.

So the first time Jake hears your name fall from Sunghoon’s lips in the form of a question, he’s beyond surprised.

Sunghoon resents you for making him want to know more about you.

When Jake starts inviting you to eat lunch with his friend group, Sunghoon can’t tell whether he should be grateful or slam Jake’s head into the table. Perhaps he should be grateful. He never talked much in the first place, and now that you were around, he had something else to stare at rather than his own hands. Or perhaps he should slam Jake’s head into the table. The more he admired your existence, the more he didn’t understand what he was supposed to do with the infatuation blooming in his heart.

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Park Sunghoon is not mean.

He can’t even kill a fly without Lee Heeseung having to do it for him.

So when he gives you the cold shoulder, refuses to acknowledge you whenever you’re around him, doesn’t laugh when you say something funny even though everyone else does, and walks away from you whenever you try to talk to him, you can’t understand why. No one understands why. Sure, he usually took a while to warm up to people, but he never rejected anyone new in the friend group.

Sunghoon took an instant liking to Jay Park. They started hanging out by themselves just the week after they first met. Sunghoon looks up to Lee Heeseung more than anyone. He wants to dance and sing as well as he does. Sunghoon has been friends with Jake his entire life. There is no one he trusts more than him.

Sunghoon treats you like you’re an inconvenience.

You attempt to text him and ask him if he has a problem with you.

Park Sunghoon blocks your phone number.

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The first time you hang out with him outside of school is at a cafe.

Jake had to beg you to go with them, his incentive being that he would pay for your drink and buy you any pastry of your choice. The idea of a free tea and cheese roll was too enticing to pass up.

Sunghoon likes how you look today, but he won’t admit it. Or maybe he does in the way he lightly pushes Jake out of the way and quietly hands the cashier his debit card to pay for your order instead. Behind you, Jay and Heeseung whisper to each other. Jake knows exactly what Sunghoon is thinking. You don’t understand what his motive is.

Park Sunghoon is an enigma.

After he pays for your order, he goes right back to ignoring you.

Jay cracks a joke and you throw your head back as you laugh, hand coming up to cover your face. Sunghoon doesn’t laugh. He's too busy processing the sound of yours. Remembering it. Turning it into his favorite song. He thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his entire life. He stops himself from telling you this out loud.

While you’re caught up in laughter, Jake watches Sunghoon’s face. Jake only ever sees this type of expression on Sunghoon’s face when he accompanies him to the ice rink. Jake sees a certain sparkle in Sunghoon’s eyes that he only ever sees when Sunghoon perfectly lands a triple axel.

Jake can tell that Sunghoon is falling in love.

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Park Sunghoon doesn’t understand his feelings until he steps foot in the rink.

Understanding begins to sprout in his head when he lands a jump, and wishes you were there to have seen it happen. He wants to impress you. Understanding begins to blossom when he forgets his next move because you take priority in his mind over his routine. Sunghoon has never let anything get in the way of his art before. The occurrence is terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. Sunghoon has never found himself skating for anyone else other than himself before.

For the first time, Sunghoon imagines what it would be like if someone else was on the ice with him. He imagines his hands grazing your waist. He imagines what it would feel like for his palms to press into your back if he were to lift you. He imagines you in front of him, moving in sync with him as he glides across the rink.

His coach doesn't think she's ever seen him move so passionately.

Understanding is in full bloom.

Sunghoon never leaves the rink until he’s finished his routine perfectly. Full rotations on every jump. Spins as fast as he can physically muster. Just how he likes it.

He leaves the rink that night earlier than usual.

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Silence is only as deadly as one wants it to be.

You think Sunghoon wants you dead.

When you go to Jake's house for the first time, you are the second to arrive after Sunghoon.

Jake announces that he'll be back in five minutes. When he leaves the room, the atmosphere becomes a weight.

Speaking feels illegal. The only way to test the limit of the law is to break it.

"How long are you going to treat me like this?"

Sunghoon makes eye contact with you for the second time ever. Sharp eyes. Closed mouth. Hands gripping his phone tighter.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

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When Jake wants to go ice skating, you don't refuse. Neither does Sunghoon.

You are the only one unaware of Sunghoon's talent.

As you lace up your skates, Sunghoon is already stepping out onto the ice. This is the only place that feels more like home to him than home.

Jake stands next to you, leaning over the edge of the rink. He watches your face as you watch Sunghoon. Your eyes fixate on him, watching. Admiring. Astonished. The rink becomes blurs of bright lights and colors around him. His allure is disrespectful to the beauty of the ice. He draws attention to him and only him.

Ice flares up when he runs the sides of his blades into the ice. He places his clammy hand on the edge of the rink. Head thrown back. Mouth agape. Heavy breathing. Sticky hair against his forehead.

Gracefulness exists in the form of Park Sunghoon.

You think he’s most beautiful when he’s in his element. He thinks you’re most beautiful when you exist.

He knows you’re watching him. This is what he wanted. He looks over to you and Jake.

You make eye contact for the third time.

Sunghoon smiles at you for the first time.

The first time Sunghoon touches you is when he takes your hand to help you onto the ice. You dig your toe pick into the ground as you push yourself forward. Sunghoon lets you hold onto his forearm, even if his heart is threatening to rip itself out of his chest. He doesn’t mind how slow you two move. He decides he enjoys skating with you more than setting a new personal best score.

You mumble about how it’s unfair how talented he is. Shades of pink bloom on his cheeks. He mumbles that it’s unfair how attractive you are. You fall on the ice for the first time that night.

Sunghoon laughs. He hasn’t laughed this hard in such a long time. The good kind of painful laughter. He knows in the future, he’ll think about this moment randomly and smile.

You spend the next ten seconds engraving his laughter into your memory instead of picking yourself up. You think that this moment is rare.

Although, you wish for it not to be.

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Handling feelings is a difficult task.

Sunghoon realizes this at midnight when he and his ceiling come face to face. He has never once found silence to be uncomfortable, and yet he wishes that your voice was around to fill his bedroom.

He unblocks your number.

Park Sunghoon calls you for the first time.

You don't understand why you didn't ignore his call. You convince yourself that you picked up the phone in case he needed something important. At midnight.

Sunghoon isn’t curious about other people.

Jake told you so.

And yet, Sunghoon asks you what your favorite flower is. Your favorite color. Your taste in music. Your favorite songs. Your favorite movies. Your favorite candle scent. Your go-to meal at restaurants. Your birthday. What your family is like.

Sunghoon asks you if you believe in love at first sight.

“I don’t know… Do you?” Your voice is laced with caution. There’s a long silence after your words, anticipation growing thicker in the air. Your ceiling feels like it could collapse at any given moment. You can’t see Sunghoon on the other end of the phone when he runs his fingers through his hair. You can’t see the rise and fall of his chest when he takes a deep breath and searches his scattered brain for the right answer.

“Ever since recently, yes.” You can’t see when Sunghoon closes his eyes and sinks his teeth into the plush of his bottom lip. You wish you could take your own answer back. Tell him that you do believe. Sunghoon can’t see you when you pull your blanket over your head.

“What made you start believing?”

You know the answer. He knows the answer as well. Your words are an open invitation to profess.

Silence is only as deadly as one wants it to be, and you conclude that Sunghoon wants to kill you tonight.

Sleep takes you in her arms before she takes Sunghoon. He calls out your name, his answer is an empty bedroom.

He doesn’t hang up the phone.

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The contrast between the gentleness by which he calls out your name and the harshness by which he disregards you is agonizing.

You’re not unintelligent. You’re fast to understand concepts, fast to convert thoughts to words. Quick-witted.

But Sunghoon has no algorithm to him. Now, he won’t even look at you.

Jake asks if you’ve been in a fight with him recently. Questions. Prodding. When you look at Sunghoon, he’s staring at his hands again. Fingers dancing with each other. You wonder if you should tell Jake about the phone call. You decide against it.

“No. Isn’t he usually like this?”

Jake doesn’t want you to think Sunghoon despises you. You know he doesn’t. Jake knows he doesn’t. Jay and Heeseung know he doesn't.

Sunghoon is the only one still trying to convince himself that he does.

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When Jake invites you to his house for the second time, you’re the second to arrive after Sunghoon. He doesn’t bother to look up from his phone to greet you.

“I’ll be back, I’m gonna let Jay and Heeseung in.” Jake stands up to leave the room. He gives you a remorseful glance before he exits.

Heavy air. Deadly silence. Law-breaking.

“Do you have a problem with me or what?” The words leave your lips before you have the opportunity to contemplate them. Sunghoon’s lips are tight. The grip on his phone is tighter. He stares at you with apologetic eyes. His gaze contrasts his agreement.

“Yeah. I do.”

Jay and Heeseung’s presence lifts the room. You’re grateful.

When the movie plays, neither you nor Sunghoon are focused on it. Sitting on the floor. He scoots closer to you. Caution shooting through his fingertips. He places his hand over yours. His knee bumps into yours. Your mouth parts, then closes again. No protest. You close the gap. Your head falls on his shoulder.

He holds onto your hand like if he lets go, he’ll lose you.

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Today, you wonder if Sunghoon is just a character you’ve made up in your mind. Someone to fulfill the romantic fantasies from your daydreams. He never felt real in the first place. His existence is inconsistent. Perhaps you have him mixed up with someone else.

Today, Sunghoon walks past you like you don’t exist.

Jake watches you intently. Sharp features. Lost eyes. Pursed lips. He cannot tell if you’re angrier about Sunghoon ignoring you, or the seeming casualness of it all. He treats you like he doesn’t spend movie nights at Jake’s house holding on to you like his life depends on it. Or like he’s capable of falling asleep without knowing you’re on the other end of his phone.

You figure it’ll be harder to fall out of love than to fall in love. Still, it’ll be of less difficulty than trying to play Sunghoon’s game.

When you get home that day, Sunghoon attempts to call you. Your fingers hover over the green button. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. The phone rings out until the silence of your room deafens it.

This is the first time you block Sunghoon’s phone number.

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Sunghoon looks for you with desperation.

While he isn’t supposed to be curious about other people, he asks Jake where you are.

“Eating lunch with some other friends, I think.” Jake states plainly. He’s a terrible liar, but he knows you’re tired of Sunghoon. You want to stop inconveniencing him. Sunghoon doesn’t understand how to handle his feelings. You’re tired of waiting for him to figure out how, though he wishes you were patient enough for him to learn.

Distance holds your relationship at gunpoint. The pads of her fingers rest on the trigger. You command her to pull it.

She’s never been one to listen well.

Sunghoon hates looking like a lost puppy. Racing across campus. Scanning eyes. Searching. Soft drizzles of raindrops hit the concrete. Rain is more susceptible to hitting you when you’re moving through it rather than standing still.

When Sunghoon finds you, he’s drenched. He finds you eating lunch alone. An unwelcoming bench. Umbrella propped. Away from everyone else. He forces himself to walk up to you. To take your hands and pull you onto your feet.

Sunghoon hugs you for the first time.

It’s not ideal. His body is cold when it presses against yours. But when his arms wrap around your waist, you can’t help but feel safe.

You shouldn’t. It doesn’t feel right.

Sunghoon lets apologies fall from his lips. Begs for you to come back. His voice is starting to get irritating.

You tilt your head up to press your lips against his. He smiles against your mouth. Hands resting on your waist. Playing with the hem of your shirt. Slipping under. Feeling the bareness of your back. Fingers tangled in his hair. Dancing on the nape of his neck. Cupping his jaw. A pitter-patter of rain. You concur that his problem is that he can’t spend a day without you.

You and Sunghoon’s first kiss isn’t ideal. In fact, it shouldn’t have even happened.

But it does.

You want it to happen again.

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Jake knows you well enough to know when you’re hiding something from him.

When you talk about Sunghoon like he’s a hindrance instead of working on physics homework, his suspicions grow. Jake has always been an observant kid. He thinks you talk about Sunghoon just a bit too much. He doesn’t wish to upset you. He just doesn’t think you know what you’re talking about.

“What happened between you?”

“Nothing.”

Jake knows you well enough to know when you’re lying straight to his face.

“You’re falling for him, aren’t you?”

Your intelligence is comparable to Jake’s. You study and ace tests together. However, he's always been just one step ahead. And in this moment, nothing occupies your mind except for the remembrance of the feeling of Sunghoon’s lips pressed against your own, cold rain against your back, wet hair entangled between your fingers. He tasted like vanilla.

A shiver runs down your spine.

“I don’t want to.”

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Nothing is allowed to take priority in Sunghoon’s life over skating.

He refuses to talk to anyone days before he has to compete. Days are spent on schoolwork. Nights are spent on the ice. Preparing. Working. Elegance earns its definition under the blades of Sunghoon's skates.

Sunghoon has listened to You Are The Reason so often that although Heeseung is the one with perfect pitch, he swears he can name the notes of every piano chord composed.

When Sunghoon takes breaks, he lays in the middle of the rink, legs straight, arms spread. He wishes he could hear your voice again. He watches the entrance of the rink, hoping that you’ll walk in with Jake.

You never appear.

For the first time, Sunghoon finds difficulty in recentering his focus. He is still imagining your waist under his hands, whether it be as he molds his lips against yours or guides you along the ice.

He thinks if he falls one more time, the ice might leave a bruise on his knees.

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Jake drags you to the arena fiercely. He doesn’t tell you why. Running up stairs. Choosing a few seats.

It isn’t until you see Sunghoon stepping onto the ice that you understand why you’re there. To watch. You know what Jake wants. For admiration to sneak her hands around your throat. To encase you. Trap you in.

Sunghoon looks like he’s searching for something. Realization doesn’t hit until he locks eyes with you. Turning his head away quickly. A tingly feeling in his stomach. He’ll just have to apologize later for disappearing again.

He takes home another silver medal.

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Three soft knocks on your front door.

Sunghoon decides he can’t find his focus anywhere except in your arms.

Doors swing open, your mouth is on his before you can barely process what’s happening. Feet moving instinctively. Carrying you to your room. Swollen lips and clashing teeth. His fingertips find their home in the small of your back. Pulling you closer. He’s feverishly warm.

“Stop leaving me.” It leaves your lips as a whisper. His chest rumbles with a groan of approval. Whether or not he keeps his word is the only thought on your mind.

His head is on your lap. Watching a movie that neither of you are really watching. He traces shapes into your thighs. Fingers playing with his hair. Timid air, an atmosphere begging to be shattered.

“What are we... doing?” Your question is genuine. Park Sunghoon is a puzzle you’re getting tired of trying to solve. He has no strategy. No algorithm. No handbook or instructions.

Sunghoon responds by pulling your head down to him. A soft, longing kiss. You wonder who, between the both of you, will go insane first.

This is the first time Sunghoon falls asleep in a bed that isn’t his own.

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“We’re going to be late for school.” You remark, attempting to peel yourself from the sheets.

He pulls you down. Arms wrapped around your waist. A tender kiss pressed to your shoulder. He has you drunk on his touch. Too dazed to think straight.

“Let’s just stay here for a bit.” Just a moment longer. Sunghoon doesn’t want to let go. As soon as he leaves, he doesn’t know the next time he’ll be back. He pulls you in tighter. He believes that losing this moment might really just kill him. He wants to imprint himself into your skin. Sunghoon wants to be remembered.

It’s never like you to skip class without a good reason. Diligence is paired with your name often. ‘A bit’ turns into too long. Regret doesn’t even breathe in your head. You’ll just have to make up an excuse to Jake later.

You cook breakfast for the first time in too long. A whiff of coffee floods your nose. His voice fills every hallway, every room, everywhere it's never been before. Home hasn't felt this much like home for a while now.

When he leaves, he also leaves his ghost. Blurry memories forever linger in your room. The indent in your mattress. His scent on your sheets. Visions of his figure sitting on the edge of your bed.

You want him back as soon as he’s gone.

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You know what it’s like to miss someone. Even if you don’t want to. Especially if you don’t want to.

You curse yourself for doing so. For not wanting to go back to sleeping without your back pressed against his chest. You wonder if you have this much of an impact on him as he has on you.

You don’t even think you’re supposed to feel this way about him.

It’s wrong how inconsistent he is. Irritating and confusing.

But when he exists, he does so beautifully. He’s captivating. You would trade anything if it just meant one more minute with him.

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Jake Sim is criminally observant.

Even in a bustling cafe, he can tell Sunghoon is playing with his fingers more than usual. His drink is getting cold. He avoids Jake’s eyes. Small sounds come from Heeseung’s phone. Jay adjusts the chain dangling from his neck.

Sunghoon smells waiting in the air. They want him to speak. To say it. To hear the words come from him. Jay crosses his arms. Heeseung places his phone face down on the table. Sunghoon looks up. Jake raises an eyebrow at him.

“I think I’m in love.”

Sunghoon takes a sip from his drink right after. Jake smiles. Jay rolls his eyes and pulls his phone out of his pocket. Heeseung nods silently. Jake runs his fingers through his hair. He assumes it’s his turn to respond.

“We know.”

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Sunghoon understands what nervousness is.

The last time you were at this cafe, Sunghoon undeniably fell in love with you, although he could spend hours denying it. Or at least trying to. He knows better now. Having feelings for you isn’t wrong. Admiration isn’t wrong. Making room in his life for someone other than himself isn’t wrong. It isn’t weak. It isn’t deadly.

Falling in love with you isn’t wrong.

He searches with timid eyes. Darting back and forth from his phone to the door of the cafe.

When you walk in, Sunghoon swears his heart stops for a moment.

You see him and your stomach twists. Jake said you were meeting him today. Lies. You want to turn to leave. Step out and immediately call Jake and ask him what he was thinking. Locked eyes. Sunghoon motions for you to sit down across from him. Compliance.

There’s a drink waiting for you on the table, the same one you ordered last time. The same one he paid for. Twice now. You try to convince yourself that the label on your cup is more interesting than Sunghoon’s face.

His hand travels to his nape. He has trouble finding your eyes. Gaze cast to the side.

Waiting. This time, you don’t want to be the first to speak.

Sunghoon breaks the silence for the first time.

“You’ve unraveled me in ways I could’ve never imagined.”

He doesn’t play with his fingers anymore. He reaches out and takes your hand in his. Staring. Silently asking you to look at him. Eyes following his.

A smirk growing on your lips. Playful, cocky eyes. “Are you thanking me?”

“Would it be wrong to thank you for teaching me what falling in love is like?”

Suddenly, the air is so much thicker. His gaze is worrisome. Had he said too much? It didn’t matter. There was no going back now.

“I love you.” Words you never thought you’d hear fall from his lips.

A smirk turns into a smile. A smile he swears is designed just for him. One filled with comfort. Safety. Security.

“Stay with me.” You almost plead. Your hand squeezes his.

“Always.”

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Park Sunghoon still doesn’t understand feelings sometimes.

He would still rather figure skate, go shopping, and play with his dog rather than think about another person. He still dislikes being curious about other people.

But still, he finds himself searching for you everywhere. During lunch on campus. When Jake wants to hang out. In the audience at his competitions.

When he makes eye contact with you before he steps out onto the rink, he finds himself falling in love with the butterflies in his stomach. When he skates, he searches for your body under his fingertips between the piano chords of his compositions.

Park Sunghoon is a gold medalist that night.

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honeyatsu · 3 years

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Loner (Junpei x F!Reader)

Reader implied POC! but ofc anyone can read <3

warnings: none that I can think of

Summary:

Junpei was suspicious of you. He always felt the world was filled with people who were naturally evil in some way, until you came into his life and challenged his theory.

masterlist

Spotify playlist - all the songs I listened to helping me write this story. lmao and songs that helped inspire some parts. Think of it as an unorganized soundtrack.

AO3

a/n: Hiii. He deserved better. I was rewatching and got mad all over again. The first time I saw his character arch I almost threw the whole show away lmfao but I can’t wait to continue the manga during summer! There wasn’t enough content so I decided to make some.

The familiar dark marble floors were all Junpei would keep his eyes on as he walked to his next class, the chatter of his fellow classmates bouncing around the walls acting as background noise he would attempt to mentally cancel out. Junpei didn’t bother to look anyone in the eye, it’s not as if he had anyone to look forward to seeing anyways truthfully. High school was supposed to be a place where the best memories were made, but Junpei couldn’t relate to those empty promises of those being his best years. Everyday feeling as if there was a target on his back for his unfriendly peers; he would do his best to hide within the shadows he felt comfortable in, doing his best to make himself as invisible as possible. His only goal was being to survive the day without being bothersome to others.

Just as before, staring at the ground and ignoring the chatter going on in the classroom he made his way to the conjoined desk in the back of the room. He sat on the desk and began pulling out the material, his first time raising his head during the day to scan the room, everyone but one other person having a sitting partner. It didn’t sting him that he was sitting alone, that’s how things usually went for him. He was either alone or ostracized, finding being alone the better option of the two.

As the teacher began to lecture about the importance of being prepared for the advanced chemistry class, Junpei began to scribble down in his notebook taking notes already. His eyes didn’t leave his notepad until he heard the large bang of the classroom door hitting the wall.

“I’m sorry for being late!” you screamed while bowing to the class, panting and catching your breath with your hands now holding on to your knees. It was easy to tell that you ran to class and still managed to be notably late.

The teachers rolled her eyes at you, unfazed by your obnoxious entrance in the classroom. “Just choose a seat.” She scowled before returning to the beginnings of her lecture.

Your eyes scanned the room before you noticed the empty spot in the combined desk in the back, you didn’t even look at the person who would be sitting beside you, you just knew you wanted the desk farthest away from the front to prevent being called on during class.

Junpei on the other hand cursed himself as he saw you rush to the seat next to him; he knew that the seat was your target as soon as he noticed your eyes land on it. He recognized who you were, he knew who your friends were. Why would you sit next to him? What was your plan, to mock him? His heart was beating rapidly the closer you got, his palms began sweating. He doesn’t know if he can manage being picked on in class, he has never had a personal interaction with you but what made you different from your friends?

You rushed your way to your seat and began to drag the items from your bag onto the desk. Your elbow accidentally bumped into the classmate next to you, the physical action causing a small yelp from the boy. You finally turn to see him, the first thing you noticed were his eyes, they were the kind of green that would kiss over the ground during the beginning of spring time, probably the prettiest green eyes you’ve ever seen. His hair was brown and reached his shoulders, with one bang large enough to cover the right side of his face. You were too enchanted by his appearance that it took you a while to see how uncomfortable he was. His body was slightly trembling as your elbow was still making physical contact with him, his eyes slightly widened, he wasn’t even trying to hide how uncomfortable he was with the accidental physical reaction along with you staring at him as if he had three heads.

“Sorry.” You whispered to him removing your elbow from his side and looking down at your stationary materials, organizing them on the desk. From the corner of your eyes you can see him looking down at his desk, his body was stiff, and you could tell he was still uncomfortable. “If me sitting here bothers you, I’ll move…. it’s just this is a hard class and I don’t want to be called on all the time and embarrass myself.” You turn to face him and see that he still isn’t looking at you. “But please put up with me. I promise I won’t distract you.”

His eyes perked up while hearing your last sentence, he didn’t expect you to have such a kind and sincere tone. He finally brought his head up, slighting turning his head to face you. He couldn’t point out where he’s seen eyes like yours before, and he saw the small smile formed on your lips. People have smiled at him before and he can usually tell how people are feeling by looking at their eyes. He was good at reading people, he had to be just to survive. But he couldn’t read you, he couldn’t tell how you were feeling towards him. He doesn’t remember the last time someone showed him any sort of sincerity.

“No…it’s fine. You can sit here.” He managed to whisper out while looking back down scribbling down some notes.

Fifteen minutes went by, the class slowly dragging out and it being harder to focus. Junpei’s head was starting to feel heavy, he didn’t regain complete focus until he noticed the ink getting lighter on his notebook. He scribbled fast and hard, trying to get ink out before realizing it was completely dry. He cursed himself in his head, his day just starting and already something had to go wrong. Hearing the sound of rough scribbling on the paper your eyes darted to his side, seeing the pen drag only putting scratches on the sheet.

His head turned towards you out of curiosity, hearing the aggressive rustling from you digging in your bag. Your eyes focused and face scrunched up in concentration, your tongue slightly sticking out. He wanted to think you were cute, but he knew who your friends were, and that group was anything but cute. While he was deep in thought about how unfortunate it was that he already knew the type of person you were by your crowd, he almost missed the sense of accomplishment displayed on your face as you pulled out a packet of glitter pens. Your smile grew as you turned to him, realizing he was already looking at you. You were satisfied with the first instance of eye contact with your desk mate. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks; he didn’t need a mirror to know the red hues were forming on his face embarrassed with getting caught staring at you.

“These are my favorite pens.” You whispered to him, still looking at him not caring that he looked away for a second. “I only share these with my friends.” His eyes grew wide, were you going to rub in his face that his pen went out on him? What kind of teasing was this, for you to make fun of something so small? He was appalled that he knew he was right, you sat next to him just to -

“So, lets be good friends, okay?” You cut off his train of thought as you placed a dark blue glitter pen on his desk. He slowly turned to you, seeing the same smile on your face from earlier, the same smile he couldn��t quite read.

He nodded back at you nervously, his hands shaking as he grabbed the pen you placed onto his side of the desk. You nodded to him as you returned to focusing on the lesson, knowing his nod was his way of saying ‘thank you’ without speaking.

Junpei had trouble focusing on the rest of the lesson, hands still shaking while using the pen you let him borrow.

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Your body ached as you dragged yourself out of the school grounds. Cheer club just ended, and you were exhausted from learning the basics of it considering this would be your first time being in the cheer club. The sun was out still, slowly going down making the sky a mix of yellow, orange and red. The only thing you could think about was going home and hoping that your mom had left over food from the dinner the other day.

While walking to the direction of your house you noticed a boy with a slender build a few feet away from you, and once you saw the long bang you grew excited, recognizing him as the boy you sat next to in class. All the energy you lost regained quickly as you ran up to your new friend. “Hey!” You screamed as you ran into his back, tripping on the cracked ground while making your way towards him. You held on to his sides to prevent you from falling, his body tensed up at the sudden contact and you screaming at him.

His heart dropped, he thought he was able to go an entire day without being picked on. He was confused, he didn’t think you’d bother him too. He made sure to not get in anyways way today, he just wanted a day where he could be in the background and be left alone, but at the last moment of him being on his way home you appeared out of nowhere and ran into him. Were you trying to push him down? Did you get angry he never gave the pen back? Were you being kind to trick him before you finally got to pick on him like the rest of your friends?

“I’m sorry!” You squealed out. You removed your hands from his back and walked towards him, giving him a tired smile.

You apologized for hitting him, why did you apologize?

“Didn’t mean to run into you! I just left my club and saw you walking, I wanted to say hi. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, again.” You laughed out awkwardly. Junpei gave you a confused look. He was suspicious of you, what did you want from him for you to constantly acknowledge him unprovoked? Sure, he’ll let go of the class interaction. You guys were desk mates, you were probably being cordial. You lend him your pen because you noticed his ran out, unlike your friends you at least had common decency. But why would you come up to him outside of class? What could you possibly gain from talking to him outside of having to?

The pen. Once he remembered he never gave it back, he retrieved it from his pocket and brought it out, extending his hand out to give it to you. “I-I never said thank you. Here, you can have it back.”

Once you saw what he was trying to do you laughed at his actions, “I gave it to you silly. It’s yours to keep! I mean we’re friends after all, right?”

His breathe got caught in his throat, he felt unable to respond. He tried to find any signs of malice in your face but couldn’t find anything.

“Oh, right. I sound funny declaring friendship when I don’t even think I’ve given you my name! I’m y/n.” You said with a smile.

For the first time, he returned it back to you softly. “Junpei.”

You opened your mouth to say something back, but your next sentence was disrupted with a loud growl from your stomach. Your eyes widened in embarrassment as your squealed and brought your arms to your side, squeezing your stomach.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, “I just left my club. It was a lot of work today, my body is exhausted and I’m starved.”

Junpei laughed at your reaction, you smiled realizing you got another first from him today.

“Hey Junpei, are you busy?”

“Uhm, I was just going to walk home now…” he replied back to you softly.

“How about we get some ramen! I know this great place not too far from school. I was gonna eat at home, but there probably isn’t food anyways. And you’re here so I don’t gotta go alone! You’ll love it I promise, it’s so good.” You continued to ramble on. You didn’t even give Junpei a chance to respond to you before you grabbed his wrist and dragged him along to the direction of the ramen restaurant. You were walking in front of him as he was being dragged behind you, you were holding onto his wrist the entire way there. He was glad you didn’t get a chance to see his flustered face the entire way there.

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“You’re seriously not going to finish?” Your voice was muffled due to your cheeks being stuffed with the food in your mouth. It was hard not to stare at you while you were eating, he’s never seen a girl eat so aggressively or fast. You took a big swallow of the remaining food in your mouth, his eyes grew wide noticing your bowl, completely empty. “How embarrassing, I’m done already.” You whined out noticing his bowl looking as if its barley been touched.

“I don’t eat much.”

“I guess I should have asked if you had an appetite before I invited you. All I did was embarrass myself.” You sighed as you leaned back in your booth, rubbing your bloated stomach for comfort.

“I-it’s okay! Um, I’m…sorry?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his flustered expression, “You’re real funny, you know?” You took out your phone and whined as you noticed how late it was getting. “It’s getting so late and I totally forgot I had chores! My moms gonna kill me!” You hurriedly got up and grabbed your school bag.

Before you walked away you turned to Junpei, “I hope we do something like this again one day.” And with that being the last thing you said, you ran out of the restaurant and headed your way home.

Junpei was in his head the entire way home. This by far had to be the most confusing school day he’s had. He tried not so hard to think about the classroom interaction, but then you basically forced him to hang out with you after school hours. Friends weren’t something Junpei had a lot of, he grew up being bullied and it followed him even at the age of seventeen. Outside of his few club members, he didn’t really talk to anyone let alone see them after school.

He’s seen you around before, you were pretty popular. You were always surrounded by friends; he can’t say he was fond of any of them. You declared him as your friend, but didn’t you know what your friends did to him? He couldn’t tell if you were genuine, and he wasn’t ready to let his guard down yet. This was too suspicious for him.

All he had on you so far was:

You were very peculiar, your aura screamed kindness but it could be too good to be true. He had just met you after all.

You had a problem with being on time.

Him being in his head made his walk home seem quicker than it usually was, time flew by as he was mentally theorizing who you were as a person and what was your plan with him. He didn’t even hear his mother greet him as he walked in, asking if he was hungry and ready to eat.

“Junpei? Are you not going to eat?”

“Hm?” He finally looked up from the ground facing his mom. “Oh, no. Sorry. I didn’t tell you I went out to eat after school. With a….friend.”

#junpei yoshino #yoshino junpei x reader #jjk #jjk junpei #junpei x poc reader #jujutsu kaisen #readerpoc #poc reader #junpei x reader

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h2bakugou · 4 years

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Heh bitchhhhh 🥴🥴🥴, can i request a bakugo x reader. The reader has a showstopper quirk were they can make people break out into song and dance and when kidnapped by the league they force them to preform “ive got a dream” from tangled. P.s play bloxburg with me 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

a/n: heyyyy bitchhhh, lmfao yes, thank you for drafting this idea to me in my bedroom, and we can play bloxburg soon. i had so much fun writing this omg,

the song is from tangled so credit to tangled for most of the dialogue/song!

summary: upon running into the league of villains, you and bakugou decide it’s best to just try and get away instead of staying and fighting, but your quirk is going to affect all in the area.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / showstopper - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, angst, this is a certified crackfic brought to you by my sister’s amazing brain.

wordcount: 1.7k

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It’s a pretty average day, nothing crazy happening. for a grade in class, you’ve been assigned to patrol near campus.

And you were paired with none other than your crush, Bakugou.

The tension between the two of you was palpable, but it was a battle between knowing if Bakugou was aware of your quirk or not. You were worried.

As the tension settled, thickening with every passing second, every breath feeling harder to push out than the last, Bakugou was tired of the silence.

“Oi! Say something.” Bakugou’s harsh voice cut through the silence like a knife. It was unexpected, and it startled you. You looked over at him and cracked a smile.

“Sorry! I’m just thinking, what exactly are we looking for on this patrol?” You ask, deciding it was best to not worry if he knew about your quirk or not, he was in your class, surely he had to know.

“It’s a patrol. We’re not looking for something specific dumbass. We’re looking for anything out of the ordinary.” Bakugou’s words weren’t meant to hurt you, in fact, Bakugou began to think about if what he had said had been to harsh.

He’d been suffocating the feelings of a crush toward you for a while, and this patrol with one another didn’t help. Kirishima nor Kaminari were here to keep him grounded, he was going to be a mess.

A few screams caught your attention. Darting over to the noise, a lady was running away from an alley. Glancing at Bakugou, the two of you rushed in, not expecting what you saw.

The light from an open door illuminated a portion of the alley at the end, the rest shadowed in darkness from the buildings looming above.

Stepping into the lit room, the door was harshly shut and locked behind you, your eyes focusing on none other than the League of Villains.

“Shit.” You cursed, staring at the group of rag-tag villains with dangerous abilities.

“Well isn’t this ironic.” Tomura Shigaraki trotted over, standing oddly, almost hunched over as he scratched at the side of his neck.

“That can’t be healthy.” You whispered, cringing at the unnerving sound of his fingernails scratching against his raw skin.

“Die!-”

“Bakugou wait!” You pulled him back from lunging at the group, taking a step back away from them.

“We gotta stop them! What are you doing?” Bakugou yelled, glaring at you.

“Do you really think we can stop all of them at once? That’s suicide! Think dumbass!” You hit the top of his head lightly with a fist and groaned.

“That’s my line!” Bakugou grunted, looking back at the league. Shigaraki stood up straight and sighed, flexing his hand.

“What ideas do you have?” Bakugou hated asking the question, but he couldn’t use his. He’d cause to much damage, and structural damage to the bottom floor would cause the building to collapse.

“I have one but-”

“Then use it!”

“I can’t! My quirk it’ll-” You knew this was going to happen.

“I’m getting tired of your bickering. Dabi-”

“Use your quirk and stop wasting time!” Bakugou shakes you, gripping your shoulders harshly. It hurt but you activated your quirk and all the lights went out.

A single light shone down and Shigaraki stepped forward. He wasn’t moving on his own accord, and everyone was just watching as you raised your hands, seemingly controlling him like a puppet.

As music began to play, Shigaraki began to sing.

“I’m malicious, mean, and scary. My sneer could curdle dairy. And violence wise, my hands are not the cleanest.” Shigaraki’s eyes were wide, still conscious of everything that was happening, he was unhappy with the events unfolding.

The rest of the league sat immobile as they watched the scene unfold, Dabi trying to hold back a laugh, Kurogiri being ultimately curious, and Toga happy as can be.

“But despite my evil look, and my temper, and my hook, I’ve always yearned to be a concert pianist.” Shigaraki was moved over to where a piano sat, coincidentally still in pretty okay shape. Guess hiding out in yet another bar had its perks.

“Can’tcha see me on the stage performin’ Mozart? Tickilin’ the ivories ‘til they gleam. Yep, I’d rather be called deadly, for my killer show-tune medley, thank you! ‘Cause way down deep inside I’ve got a dream!” Shigaraki’s fingers danced across the keys, always having one on each hand raised as to not decay the entire piano.

It was you controlling him playing, not him at all. Shigaraki had never touched a piano in his life, yet it was very interesting to seemingly be able to play it perfectly.

“He’s got a dream! He’s got a dream!” The rest of the league joined in, singing along with him.

“See I ain’t as cruel and vicious as I seem! Though I do like breaking femurs, you can count me with the dreamers Like everybody else, I’ve got a dream!” Shigaraki ended his verse off with a groovy riff on the keys, the spotlight jumping over to Dabi.

“I’ve got scars, and lumps, and bruises. Plus something here that oozes. And let’s not even mention my complexion.” Dabi stepped forward, his hands pointing out parts on his body.

“But despite my extra toes, and my goiter, and my nose, I really wanna make a love connection.” Dabi’s eyes widened as he sang the words, your fingers wiggling around, controlling his movements.

“Can’t you see me with a special little lady, rowin’ in a rowboat down the stream?” Dabi sat on a stool and mimicked rowing in a boat, continuing his verse.

“Though I’m one disgusting blighter, I’m a lover, not a fighter! ‘Cause way down deep inside I’ve got a dream!” Dabi jumped up form his stool and stood in the middle of the room.

“He’s got a dream!” The league sang.

"I’ve got a dream!” Dabi continued.

“He’s got a dream!”

“And I know one day romance will reign supreme! Though my face leaves people screaming, there’s a child behind it, dreaming. Like everybody else, I’ve got a dream!” Dabi danced his way over to Shigaraki.

“Magne would like to quit and be a florist!”

“Kurogiri does interior design.”

“Twice is into mime, Toga’s cupcakes are sublime!”

“Mr. Compress knits.”

“Giran sews.”

“Muscular does little puppet shows!”

“And Spinner collects ceramic unicorns~!”

"What about you?” Shigaraki steps toward Bakugou who’s eyes widen in surprise as they quickly dart to you and then back to Shigaraki.

You were controlling everyone, the only downside to your quirk, is everyone in the area is affected. You control those in the room, even Bakugou. You just hoped he wasn’t going to hate you after this.

“I’m sorry me?” Bakugou asks, staring at Shigaraki. Dabi steps forward too.

“What’s your dream?” Dabi asks, pulling him into the center of the room where the spotlight shone.

“No, no no, sorry boys, I don’t sing.” Bakugou replied coolly. You stifled a laugh as he stared at you.

The league glared at him as the music kicked up again.

“I have dreams like you, no really! Just much less, touchy-feely. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny!” Bakugou began to sing, dancing around the bar.

“On an island that I own, tanned, and rested, and alone, surrounded by enormous piles of money!” Bakugou laid on the bar counter, propped up on his side as he pretended to relax on a beach.

“I’ve got a dream!”

“I’ve got a dream!” The rest of the league joined back in singing, while you pulled Bakugou off the counter, still controlling the others. You had to get out of here while they were still distracted. The song was almost over.

“She’s got a dream, he’s got a dream, they’ve got a dream, we’ve got a dream!” The league sang together.

“So our diff’rences ain’t really that extreme!”

“Call us brutal!” Shigaraki started.

“Sick.” Dabi added.

“Sadistic!” Twice and Toga sang harmoniously.

"And grotesquely optimistic.” Kurogiri sang, his voice was surprisingly really good.

“‘Cause way down deep inside, we’ve got a dream!” The league was singing together again.

You pulled Bakugou out of the bar and helped him down the alley as the two of you ran away, heading back toward the campus to let the heroes know.

“I’ve got a dream!” Shigaraki started again.

“I’ve got a dream!” Dabi was next.

“I’ve got a dream!”

“I’ve got a dream!” Kurogiri, Compress and Twice joined in.

“I’ve got a dream!” Toga smiled as she joined in. She was having a blast.

“Yes, way down deep inside I’ve got a dream!” They all joined in for the last line as the music faded out.

The lights returned to normal and everyone was able to move on their own.

“What the fuck!” Shigaraki cursed, shaking his body out as a chill raced through him.

“That was horrible!” Dabi groaned, staring at Shigaraki.

“I didn’t know you could play the piano!” Toga rushed over to Shigaraki.

“I can’t.” Shigaraki glared at the blonde girl.

“And who knew Kurogiri could sing so well!” Twice laughed.

“Never speak of this to anyone.” Shigaraki groaned, taking a breath from the entire show.

- - -

“Why’d you make me sing?!” Bakugou groaned as he held your hand, pulling you into the main campus building.

“My quirk affects everyone in the area. I didn’t have much of a choice. You had to do something or it would’ve messed up.” You sighed.

“Whatever. I guess it wasn’t so bad.”

“You have a nice voice.” You compliment him. Bakugou’s cheeks twinge red as he thinks about what you just said.

“It was kind of funny to see them all sing and dance like that huh?” You question, gripping his hand a bit softer, your own face heating up as he runs his thumb across the back of your hand.

“It was something alright. Let’s just get this dealt with. And don’t you dare tell anyone about this!” Bakugou stops, pulling you into him.

“I won’t, I promise!” You smile, looking into his crimson eyes.

“Good.” Bakugou’s eyes flick down to your lips and then back up to your eyes.

He pulls you in for a quick kiss, his lips locking onto yours for a few seconds before pulling away.

“Or that.” He pouts, huffing his cheeks as he returns to walking, leaving you stunned as you slowly catch up, excitement bubbling inside you.

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honeymooneyy · 3 years

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a dog in your past life

context: fifth year, septemberish - marauders are animagii (idk how to spell it lmfao) but haven’t told remus yet, pre-wolfstar, idk i was bored and the spacing kinda weird

Remus had to admit that he sort of enjoyed styling hair.

They had been lounging around the common room when Lily began complaining about how she couldn’t get a certain braid right. Remus’ mom had shown him how to braid hair one day when Remus was bored and was entranced by her long hair. So he offered to do Lily’s hair. The girls had been in awe of his skills and now Lily and Marlene had matching intricate braids in their long hair. He had just finished off Mary’s and was about to stand and stretch when Sirius plopped down in front of him.

“Do me! Do me!” Sirius crowed, lolling his head back so it bumped into Remus’ knees and giving him silver puppy dog eyes. “I want my hair all pretty.”

Remus couldn’t find it in himself to say no so he just just gave a small nod and clicked his tongue, “Your hair’s already pretty, what are you on about?”

“I want it like theirs.” Sirius pointed his chin towards the girls who were now settling down near the fireplace. “I don’t usually style my hair.”

“You put your hair in buns sometimes,” Remus mumbles, shifting on the couch so Sirius’s was resting against his knees instead between his legs. He had broader shoulders than the girls and it just felt awkward to be spread out like that. “Your man-buns.”

Sirius laughs at that, his eyes twinkling as he continues to stare up at Remus, “Oh shush Moony, you know you love them.”

If only he knew.

Remus doesn’t reply to that, instead carding his fingers through Sirius’ hair, attempting to find his part. Unlike the girls, who had chatted with Remus the entire time, Sirius just lets out a soft sigh and lets his eyes fall shut, resting his head against Remus. Remus takes that as a good sign, and begins braiding a portion of his hair, being careful not to tug too hard.

Sirius looked as if he was in pure bliss, his eyes still shut as he let Remus style his hair. Even when James came around to ask if they wanted to play charades with the girls, Sirius just hummed a no, just shifting in his position on the carpet.

“Sirius,” Remus starts, leaning forward to talk quietly so it didn’t bother the current round of charades, “Do you even want your hair done or did you just want someone to play with your hair?”

Sirius opens an eye, lazily, before closing it again and mumbling, “What’s the difference?”

“You’re silly.” Remus smiles, before running his fingers through the braid to open it up. Instead of starting a new braid he just begins to run his fingers through the long silky hair, and then playfully scratches at Sirius’ scalp as if he were a dog. “I think you were a puppy in your past life.”

Sirius stiffens at those words before playing it off, “Cmon, Remus, you gotta agree it feels nice. No one ever plays with my hair.”

“You could just ask,” is the only reply Remus could muster. He didn’t want to admit that he rather enjoyed playing with Sirius’ hair. But honestly, Remus enjoyed most things that had to do with Sirius.

Remus hadn’t completely noticed that he had zoned out until Lily plopped down onto the couch next to him with a silly grin. And then she started making eyes at the way Sirius was sitting in front of him, his hair at the mercy of Remus.

‘Shut up,’ Remus mouthed at her, before turning back to Sirius and bowing his head so she couldn’t see his pink cheeks.

Instead she just leaned in to whisper, “Whipped.”

With a giggle, she stood and returned to the game of charades, tossing her fiery hair behind her shoulder. The girls were thoroughly disappointed with the way James and Peter were dominating the game, winning each round. So now the teams had been shuffled around and Peter had gotten Mary, Lily got James, that sly git, and Marlene stayed with Dorcas.

Remus wasn’t completely sure how James had convinced Lily to be on his team, but he was beginning to suspect it had something to do with the way Peter and Mary were blushing around each other.

Lily on the other hand looked peeved, James was now miming something for her and it wasn’t clear what he was trying to portray. With a scowl, she huffed, “Stop flapping your arms, if I didn’t get it the first time, I’m not going to get it now.”

“I’m not fla-“ James began before the others shushed him collectively.

“Remus?”

Remus looked away from his friends’ antics to Sirius who was now looking up at him, sleepily. “Yeah?”

“You stopped. ‘M tired,” Sirius murmured, nestling into the side of Remus’ knee.

“Why don’t you go to bed?” Remus asked gently, despite the fact that he knew Sirius would refuse. It was a common occurrence nowadays for Sirius to wake up in the middle of the night with a scream, but it still broke Remus’ heart every time. He couldn’t imagine what must’ve happened over the summer.

“It’s lonely up there, everyone’s down here, I don’t wanna go alone,” Sirius whined, sounding much like a small kid.

Remus didn’t comment on it, instead standing up and offering him a hand. “I’ll come, I’m a bit tired too, maybe I’ll read a book or something.”

Sirius gave him a hazy grin, “You’re the best Moons. Hm, moons and Sirius the star.”

Remus cracked a smile at that as he began herding Sirius up the stairs to their dorm. Better he get in bed while he’s still sleepy.

You’re such a mom.

Sirius’ words from earlier that week echoed through his head and he had to laugh at that. He was a mom, of sorts. Sirius doesn’t exactly have anyone to dote on him, so someone’s gotta do it. While he might hide it behind jokes, James also often acts as if he’s Sirius’ mom. Even Peter has stayed awake with Sirius after a particularly bad night. No one ever mentions it the day after, because it’s just another normal part of their day. In the end, they were always there for one another, because if not, who would?

Remus smiled at the thought of the little family they had formed.

see the spacing is so big idk why ^^ lol might make a part two bc it’s part of a fic i’m writing

part two

#marauders #wolfstar #jily fluff #found family #harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar fluff

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for-ests · 4 years

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Hey, not sure if you do smut but I think this request can work without a lot if you’d prefer😁 reader’s an art student and needs to sculpt a full body nude sculpture and Tom offers but gets a bit cheeky

thanks for the request dear! this was fun to write :-) i literally know nothing about art so if I get something wrong just ignore! i hope you enjoy!! i went a diff +route but I still think it fits! [ mlist ]

Word count: 3, 273

Warnings: slight nsfw,, nudity

Pairing: Tom Holland x art student reader!

“The issue is… I have no idea who to ask.” You sighed deeply, embarrassment washing over you as you talked to your best friends about your upcoming project.

Everyone knew you were a talented sculptor. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that your professional sculpting internship at (your school) was currently learning about Ancient Greece. One of the requirements to pass the semester was to recreate a modern sculpture of someone you knew, and to make it as realistic as possible. Nakedness and all, which was a huge distinction of Greek statues.

There was a big problem though. You were incredibly shy, and you didn’t know who to ask to model for you.

Nudging you with a laugh, your friend flashed you a mischievous smile. “You know a lot of cute guys, why don’t you ask one of them?”

“Cute guys?” You scrunched your nose. “I know like three guys and I would cry if I had to see them naked.”

She sighed. “Fair. Does it have to be a guy?”

*-You nodded regretfully. “It has to be the opposite sex. It’s annoying but I u

erstand why. It’s important to be familiar with both sexes.”

Your best friend air quoted ‘familiar’ with a ridiculous smirk.

“Shut up.” You huffed, trying not to laugh at how dramatic she had become.

“I think I know a guy, he’s an aspiring actor and model.” Your best friend added casually.

Groaning, you shot her a glare. “Why didn’t you say that right away?”

She shrugged. “I like listening to you talk about your art.”

Her compliment almost worked, but you already knew that was partly the reason she was teasing you so hard. The other reason was because she had been trying to set you up with multiple friends for months. According to her, you had been single for far too long.

Her offer made you ponder deeper about your situation. You were slightly awkward when it came to getting to know someone, but you couldn’t imagine asking someone to strip right away so you could sculpt every curve your eyes grazed over. Whoever it ended up being had to be incredibly confident. Shallow yes, but that’s why you were hoping to find someone insanely attractive. Attractive people were usually confident, and responsibly so. “Maybe a stranger would be worse than someone I know.”

Snorting through her nose, your best friend stared at you like you were crazy. “Definitely not. If it’s awkward you never have to see him again. And if it’s not, well you can get cozy with a cutie.”

Taking a deep breath, you rolled your eyes. “I hate you sometimes.” You mumbled under your breath. You knew she was right, but you would never inflate her already enormous ego like that.

“You love me.” She sang sweetly.

“I do, now give him my number and tell him it’s of the utmost importance.”

❀∙∘✿∘∙❀

Days later, that conversation was on your mind as you nervously organized your sculpting tools. Trying to relieve some tension, you slapped a pound of clay against the table, and it echoed throughout the workshop.

Reality was the fact that this so called model boy was on his way to your studio. His name was Tom, and from the pictures you saw–he was incredibly handsome.

You couldn’t believe you had agreed to this, but alas, you needed this experience to pass your class. You just hoped and prayed that Tom was a lot more outgoing than you, and could keep the conversation flowing as you stared intently as his erect… penis.

Your cheeks flared up at the thought. How the hell were you going to do this?

Y/N: help (Y/B/F/N) I cant do this!!! im freaking out

Y/B/F: is he even there yet? lmfao

Y/N: noooooo :((

Y/B/F: if it makes you feel any better, he’s excited and thinks ur pretty

Y/N: why didn’t you tell me that before??!

Y/B/F: do u feel better now tho?

Y/N: no

Y/B/F: ik ur smiling ;) u aint slick

Giggling like a schoolgirl to relieve some of your anxiety, you set your cell phone on the table. Truthfully, your best friend had made you feel better. If anything bad happened, it would surely be a wonderful story to tell everyone in the future.

Your eyes naturally glanced across the room to the clock on the wall. 7:00pm. Tom would be here any minute as scheduled.

You took a deep breath and studied your surroundings. All your tools were in place, and the entire studio was tidied up as if you hadn’t worked the space in weeks. Next, you walked to the wall and glanced at your reflection in the mirror.

With your hair in a bun and your shabby working clothes, you looked suitable at best. You did have a little bit of makeup on to help yourself feel more confident. If you felt good, you could make your client feel good in return.

At least it looked like you didn’t try too hard. You didn’t want this man to get the wrong idea.

Then, snapping you out of your trance, there was a knock on the door.

You straightened out your shirt one last time, and tucked your baby hairs back behind your ears. Scoffing immediately after, you shook your head. Why were you trying to look cute? Who cares!

You rushed to grab the front door, afraid that you were making him wait too long. You flung it open, eyes locking with his right away.

You froze.

He was even more dashing in person.

“Judging by your cute outfit, I think I’m at the right place. Y/N right?”

And a British accent?

“Y-yes!” You flashed a smile to mask your obvious hesitation. You could easily play it off by opening the door and keeping your gaze averted. You were the master of smoothness.

“Thank you for coming, it’s about time I got this project done…” You tittered, locking the door behind him for privacy purposes. “You can set your things on the couch over there.” You pointed, eyes meeting his again when he glanced to the couch and then back to you.

“Awesome.” He nodded, holding your gaze for a moment longer than necessary.

“Do you want anything to eat or drink?” You offered, nodding your head back to the small kitchen in the back of the studio. You wished the studio apartment was yours alone, but you shared it with multiple other college students in your program.

“Water… or beer if you have any?”

You threw your head back in laughter, causing Tom to smile at your genuine reaction.

“Yeah, I can get you one.”

“In the meantime, should I just strip?” He smirked, not trying to be sly with his flirtations. Though your cheeks were dusting with pink, you were able to match his energy. Your best friend definitely set you up with someone she knew you’d like.

“Do whatever you want, love.” You mimicked his British accent. “You’re the guest after all.”

Walking past him, you gave him one last look when he was fully-clothed. Tom was certainly the player type, practically the perfect embodiment of the muse you had in mind. This wouldn’t be awkward for you, and it would be even better for him. Men like him thrived off of cheeky discomfort in their female counterparts.

Yet, truthfully, you were enjoying it as well. It felt nice to be complimented so soon into an introduction.

As you cracked open a can of beer for Tom and yourself, you could hear him shuffling around with his items. The sound of his buckle falling against the floor made you suddenly nervous to turn around.

Inhaling sharply, and gulping down a few more sips of beer, you finally gained the courage to walk back to the studio setup, where Tom had already wandered over to, completely naked.

“You seem to be in your element.” You noted, trying to keep your eyes leveled with his. Now that you were thinking about it, remaining calm and professional was excruciating in front of such an attractive man. And it certainly wasn’t helping that he was enjoying your embarrassment.

And least this was exciting.

Thanking you, Tom took the beer and pressed his lips against the cold aluminum. “I would definitely feel a lot more comfortable if you were naked too, darling.”

“Hey now,” You nose scrunched in a form of mock distaste. The man caught on immediately, holding your gaze with a sort of amusement that was masking desire. “I might think about it if you sit nice and pretty for me for more than five minutes so I can sketch you.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you walked over to your crafting desk. You decided you were going to start with the hardest part, the part which your grade depended heavily on- from the waist down.

But first, you quickly sketched Tom posing in multiple poses until you were satisfied with one. You had him mimic a sculpture you couldn’t recall, where one hand was pointed forward and the other was rested casually on his hip.

“Can I see what one you want to do?” He asked curiously from the stand you had him propped up on for a better view.

“Sure.” You flashed him your finished sketch. The lines darted all over the page, making it hard for him to picture what was going on in your head. The picture you had drawn would not make sense to anyone else but the artist. But apparently you were talented, so he would trust the process.

You were also trusting the process. The situation you were in could only be awkward if you allowed it to be. And so far it was moving along smoothly. You had your favorite music playing softly in the background to fill the silence, and Tom seemed to be relaxed and unbothered by how quietly you worked.

“That’s cool.” Tom whispered, his eyes narrowing in confusion.

Giggling from his sudden proximity, you tried to tease him. “It’s fine to not understand it.”

“I definitely don’t know what’s going on but it’s still interesting.” He admitted.

You set the paper back down on the table, and decided to attempt and sculpt the base. Moving past a still naked Tom, you tried to immerse yourself in your work, or at least make it seem like you were focused. “This takes hours you know, weeks and months- it won’t make sense for a long time.”

“Perfect.” He grinned. “I’ll get plenty of time to know you better.”

Laughing through your nose, you kept your attention on the clay you had dropped on the floor. “You can put your clothes back on.”

“Oh!” He chuckled. “Yeah.”

As you carefully trimmed the base clay with a heavy frame, you lifted your head to find Tom slipping a robe back on. He definitely came prepared. Had he done this before?

“Come here.” You gestured. “I need you to set your feet down on the clay.”

“I didn’t think this would get dirty so fast.”

“Shut up.” You huffed, grabbing his foot and pressing it down hard until the clay took shape to the size.

“Cold.” Tom commented in discomfort.

“I know.” You released your grip on his calf, looking up at him with a sheepish smile. “All part of the process, but good news for you- you’re done for the night.”

“Really?” Tom raised his eyebrows. “That’s it?”

You nodded, standing back up to normal height. “I’m experienced enough to sculpt the feet and legs tonight.”

“When should I come back?” He sounded a tad too eager, but it caused your smile to reappear.

“Tomorrow night if you’re available.”

“And maybe next time you can bring your own alcohol?” You gestured to the multiple beer cans poking out of the recycling bin.

The man flashed you a smile. “Sounds like a date.”

“It’s definitely not.”

Despite your rejection to his amusing advances, Tom’s expressions and mannerisms remained hopeful. Was it possible he was truly enjoying himself?

“I’ll leave my robe here. I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time?”

“Same time.” You confirmed, nodding him off. It was about time you started to really focus. Attractive man or not, you always got the most and best work done alone.

Because after the first night, the dynamics between you and Tom changed. He became incredibly invested in your process, asking you questions left and right, asking if there was any way he could help, and practically just lounging next to you hours after he would have been free to go.

“What do your sculptures usually look like?”

“Since this isn’t my own studio, I don’t have any of my pieces here. But I can show you a picture when I get my hands wiped off.”

“What do you build your sculptures with? It’s hard to imagine that a replica of me can come out of that much clay.”

“My sculptures are built with water-based clay and are fired in a gas kiln to cone 4, about 2150 degrees Fahrenheit… “ You nodded towards the back wall that had an installed kiln for you and everyone to share. “Trust me, there will be a lot more clay. Hundreds of pounds worth.”

“Can I help?”

“No.”

There was no lying that you enjoyed his presence. Whether he was talking your ear off or napping to the peaceful beat of your jazz music, there was never a dull moment when Tom was in your studio.

Weeks passed, and so did the process. Your sculpture of Tom had progressed to week three, and that’s when you started to grow nervous. When you finished, which you were almost done, would you ever see him again?

You had barreled through the awkwardness of replicating his genitals and chiseling his six pack perfectly into the hardening clay- but you still felt like something was missing. You knew even when you finished chiseling away his jaw line and chocolate brown eyes, there would still be something missing. Him. His presence.

Maybe it would have been better if you partnered up with a man that had zero personality.

Since it was just you and Tom for hours on end, your conversations gradually grew deeper, they stretched into new lengths, so much so that you eventually felt like you had known him for years.

When Tom claimed he wasn’t looking for a relationship, you felt your heart fall. That’s when you realized you were developing stronger feelings for your model. You hardly had time to think about trivial things like that, but you couldn’t deny your disappointment.

And you were sure he saw the brief tears glossing over your eyes when you turned away. Yet, he didn’t make light of it.

That’s when you knew it was useless.

It seemed useless until the sixth week, when you finally finished the head. You were too afraid to attach it. Tom had spent the last couple hours with you in the studio. His legs kicked back and occasional whistles streaming from his lips. He had practically memorized your playlist to the extent you had.

“Tom.” You called. “Your face is done.”

He cheered excitedly, pushing himself off the sofa and racing towards you. Tom had learned to give you your space while you worked, but in moments where you summoned him, he barely stood inches from you. The man would constantly touch you in ways you couldn’t deny sent shivers down your spine.

Like he did as he rounded the tabletop, planting himself by your side and placing his hand on the low of your back. As if it was natural.

“Wow,” He breathed. “Y/N,” Your name upon his lips sounded as blissful as the music. “It’s.. it’s wonderful. It looks just like me... wow that’s scary.”

“I’m happy you like it.” You bit your lip, wishing you felt more satisfied with your project. You wanted to impress him, but you didn’t want him to go.

“All I have to do is attach the head, and fire it up in the furnace one more time. Then it should be good to go.”

You moved to do so, wanting to remove yourself from his grip. It hurt your heart to know the bond you had formed with him would come to an end. Why did you even let yourself get to this point? Was it because he was good at flirting?

“Wait-” His sentence faltered when you whipped around to face him- looking somewhat hopeful.

“What?”

Tom paused, his throat tightening with the words he never thought he would admit. But he couldn’t leave tonight with at least trying. He needed to know how you felt. Because he could either leave with you in his arms, or he could leave never having to see you again.

He had been thinking of confessing to you for days now, but now that the time came, his mind was blank. “You really are beautiful, you know that right?”

“Why do you feel the need to flatter me?” You blurted, still unable to decipher the truth behind his words. You didn’t know how to accept such a compliment. Tom had claimed you were beautiful before, but this time it felt different.

His eyes spoke volumes. The beauty his eyes held was something you would never be able to replicate in a statue. It was a sight you found yourself never growing sick of.

Averting your eyes, you tried to move again. Yet this time, Tom gripped onto both of your arms.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I won’t let you play me.”

“I was never playing you, darling.” The tenderheartedness intertwined with his words caused you to slowly turn your head back. Your lip quivered, and suddenly you felt like a schoolgirl all over again. You felt childish and unprepared for the intensity of your emotions.

“I don’t want to leave tonight without knowing if you feel the same.”

You blinked, hand reaching out to grip onto his. “And that is?”

“I don’t know if it’s love, but it could be.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” You said, incredibly softly.

Tom released your arms. And before either of you could process what to do next, your lips interlocked.

You gripped onto him tightly, balling his white t shirt into a fist to keep him from leaving your side again.

“Tom-” You breathed.

The kiss you shared was laced with a fervent need, one that you had never experienced before, and one that you craved again and again.

After the passion you felt, the skin prickling desire, there would be no turning back.

“Fuck, you’re everything”’ He mumbled against your lips.

You pulled back slightly to gaze at his expression. He had looked so afraid before, but now he was smiling from ear to ear. Much like he did the day he arrived with a teasing attitude, ready to get under your skin and provide entertainment.

“How long have you felt like this?”

“Since the first day.” He kissed you again, his hands cupping your cheeks.

You whimpered against his muscular frame, trying to ignore the fluttering in your core, fluttering that begged and craved for more.

“How did you wait so long?”

“I wanted you to finish.”

You chuckled, cheesing at his straightforward, simple reply.

You were positive from that moment moving on, that Tom was not what you had thought at first glance. This entire time he had put you and your project first, letting his own desires sit and warm on the back-burner. That was something you would hold close to your heart, something you would cherish.

He cared for you in the same way you cared for him.

“Stay with me tonight, Tom.”

“I would love nothing more.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker x reader

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🍂 Bracing Weather (Morisuke Yaku)

Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, Autumn

Word Count: 2,234

Pairing: Reader x Yaku

World: Haikyuu!!

Prompts: “[x] is trying to rake their leaves, but reader may have… another idea. Bye bye leaf pile.” and “Reader and [x] go to a pumpkin patch but the reader picks up an ugly pumpkin and says ‘this is you.'”

Author’s Note: This was written for the “Leaves in the Wind” collab over at the BNHA Sanctuary discord server. You can find the masterlist post [here] – make sure you check it out to read the other awesome entries for this collab! Thank you very much @smol-enby for hosting this collab and thank you @ambershaydeoffical for giving me the caramel popcorn line lmfao Happy Autumn everyone!

As soon as you stepped outside that morning, your mood instantly shot through the roof. The wind was blowing through the trees, the leaves skating across the pavement as if they had somewhere important to be. It was brisk outside, the sky covered by a sheet of light grey and the air damp with a soft mist of rain. Birds were cawing in the distance as they danced on the breeze, clearly enjoying the new weather.

The neighborhood was quiet and peaceful, as it often tended to be, the streets littered with fallen leaves in vivid shades of orange and brown. They crunched and crackled beneath your feet before being swept away by the wind. It felt like you were high, walking on a cloud as you soaked in the weather around you.

It was invigorating and you soon found yourself dancing down the street, your cheery laughter echoing through the empty neighborhood.

People looked upon you strangely as you passed them, but you simply didn’t care. How could you when your spirits were so effervescent? Autumn was, in your opinion, the very best time of the year. The time when your mood was the highest and your smile the brightest.

How you made it through the woes of life was quite simple: you would tell yourself that, one day, Autumn would once again settle over the land and all of your worries, fears, and stress would disappear for a short time.

Try as you might, you were certain that there were no words in any language that could properly represent just how happy the season made you feel and you had certainly tried on multiple occasions to do so.

When you reached the Yaku residence, you found your boyfriend in the front yard attempting to rake up the leaves that were scattered across the grass. A large pile of them sat in the center but, as he raked over the last of the fallen leaves, a gust of wind sent the top of the pile flying across the yard. His nose wrinkled in frustration and you quietly laughed behind your hand.

‘Well, since the wind is already doing it…’ you took a step back, a grin sliding onto your face as you pushed off the ground, rushing straight for the pile. Morisuke looked up curiously when he heard your laughter but his mahogany eyes quickly widened when he realized just what you were planning.

“Y/N! Don’t you dare!”

But you couldn’t stop now even if you wanted to, which you certainly did not want to. You had made your choice and you were going to commit to it, even if that meant facing an angry libero later on. You were positive that the experience would be well worth it.

“Yahoo!” you cheered as you jumped up into the air, letting gravity do its thing as it pulled your body downward – straight into the pile. Leaves went everywhere, flying up into the air, and seeing its chance, the wind picked up at that exact moment, carrying the leaves to the opposite end of the yard. Russet, saffron, and scarlet were now splashed on the wooden fence, stuck in the gutter and pinned to the windows like decorations.

Morisuke’s eye twitched as he looked upon the mess you had made before he turned his glare to you. Despite the annoyance that he so rightly felt, his gaze softened at the ecstatic expression upon your face.

“Mori, look look! It’s so kaleidoscopic!” you grinned brightly before flipping over onto your back, making an angel in the pile of leaves.

He sighed as he approached you, one hand on his hip and the other propping up the rake on the ground. “Couldn’t you just have admired them when they were nearly piled up instead of ruining the pile that I spent two hours raking.”

“That’s no fun,” you pouted, pulling yourself up into a sitting position with your legs crossed beneath you. Leaves clung to your clothes like excited children, tangling into your hair which resembled someone that had been headbanging for a good hour.

He started to laugh, dropping the rake so that he could clutch his stomach. “You look ahaha like a haha scarecrow!”

You grinned proudly, folding your arms over your chest. “The most awesome scarecrow in the neighborhood!”

“You keep telling yourself that,” he wrinkled his nose in amusement. “You’re helping me clean this mess up!”

“But -”

“No buts!”

You leaned to the side, eyes sliding down to his backside. “Yep, definitely no butt.”

“Y-Y/N!” his cheeks bloomed with color and he turned away in embarrassment, the back of his hand covering his mouth as he muttered under his breath. “Why am I even dating you again?”

You chuckled, pulling yourself to your feet so you could wrap your arms around his body from behind, chin resting on his shoulder. “Because you love me, obviously.”

Morisuke’s expression softened as he turned around in your hold, his own arms finding their way around your body. His forehead was warm as it rested against your own, eyes shimmering with love and affection. “I can’t deny that. You’re the love of my life, you know. Even if you drive me crazy sometimes.”

You snickered, your hand sliding through his sandy brown locks, cold from the weather. “I love you too, babe. Even if you don’t have an ass.”

His blush worsened, spreading to the tips of his ears and he groaned, pulling away from you. “You’re such a jerk, Y/N.”

“I know,” you responded proudly.

“Just for that, you can start raking while I go and make some hot chocolate.” He poked you in the forehead, giving you no chance to respond before he headed into the house.

With a scowl, you scanned the mess of leaves scattered across the Yaku property. Why must having fun come with such annoying consequences?

“Hey, babe?”

“Hmm?” Morisuke glanced up from the assignment he was working on, his pencil stilling as he focused on your form across the table.

Your own notebook was open in front of you but the pages were blank, unmarred by the pencil. Your upper body was sprawled across the table, arms stretched out on either side of you as you balanced the pencil between your upper lip and nose.

Despite having called out to him, your attention was trained on the kitchen window, watching the trees swaying back and forth. You hated being stuck indoors when the weather was so amazing outside, but your boyfriend has insisted (read: forced) you inside to work on your homework, knowing that if he didn’t, it most likely wouldn’t get done.

It was the weekend, though, time to unwind and have fun from the stress of the week. Why should you have to be punished because the teacher was a sadist that likes to give a bunch of homework on a Friday? Like always, you were content to just binge it all on Sunday, but your boyfriend clearly did not approve of that approach.

“Can we go to the pumpkin patch?”

“Now?” he quirked a brow. “If we get a pumpkin now, it will be rotten by the time Halloween arrives. It’s best to just wait.”

You pouted at him but he had gone back to writing his essay, the pencil scritching across the paper. “I know that but I really want to get out! We don’t have to buy one, I just… I don’t know.”

He looked over at you, following your gaze to the window. You honestly looked miserable like a feral cat that had been converted to an inside cat and he knew you wanted nothing more than to just be outside.

Personally, he didn’t enjoy the brisk weather or the strong wind whipping around his body. He’d much rather be indoors with the heater on full blast, but this made you miserable and he hated that. He’d much rather sacrifice his own comfort if it meant being able to see you smile.

He snapped the notebook closed, setting the pencil down beside it as he stood up, the legs of the chair scraping against the wood. You sent him a curious look and he smiled in return. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s get going!”

Your eyes lit up and you jumped off the chair, throwing your arms around him and claiming his lips. His cheeks blossomed with color at the sudden assault but he didn’t hesitate to embrace you, tilting his head in order to deepen the kiss.

When you pulled back, your eyes were trained on his lips, making him shift uncomfortably. “What is it?”

“Your lips are super soft, Mori,” you pouted, running your tongue along your own lips that were slightly cracked from the cold weather. “Do you use chapstick or something?” He nodded, reaching into his pocket to produce the object in question and you took it, popping off the lid. “Ooo, it’s strawberry flavored!”

His gaze shifted to the side. “I know it’s your favorite…”

You realized that he chose to use this chapstick for you and it made you smile, heart fluttering. You gently cupped his face with your hand before running the chapstick gently across his lips. Before he could question your intent, you leaned forward to press your lips against his, carefully rubbing against them to collect the substance.

When you pulled away, you could feel the wax-like coating on your lips and you grinned. “I should apply chapstick like that more often~”

“L-Let’s not,” he coughed, using his hand to try and cover his burning face as he started toward the front door.

You followed him with a chuckle, slipping your shoes onto your feet before reaching for the doorknob. He stopped you before you could pull the door open, his fingers curling around your shoulder. You blinked at him. “What is it?”

“Put your jacket on, dork.”

“But I don’t wanna,” you responded simply. “I like feeling the wind on my skin.”

He huffed, hand finding his hip. “I’m not going with you if you don’t put your jacket on.”

“But it’s not even that cold,” you frowned. He turned on his heel, starting to pull his shoes off and you groaned. “Fine! Let’s compromise, okay? I’ll bring my jacket but I’ll wear it around my waist instead. Okay?”

He thought it over for a moment before sighing. “Fine.”

You nodded, wrapping the jacket’s sleeves around your waist before slinging the door open hard enough to bounce against the wall. “Let’s go~!”

A smile tugged at his lips as he watched you run outside, arms spread out and a burst of cheerful laughter bubbling from your lips.

You slowly walked down the rows of pumpkins, hands clasped behind your back as your eyes scanned the pumpkins of varying sizes and colors dotting the clearing – tall ones, fat ones, baby ones, even ones twisted into strange shapes. You could already imagine the different patterns of carvings in each one and it got you feeling excited for Halloween next month.

Morisuke was walking a few steps behind you, hands buried in his pockets to keep them hidden from the icy wind. His eyes were trained on you, content simply to just watch your happy expression as you scanned the pumpkins, darting from row to row. How you could be so content doing so, he simply couldn’t understand.

When your eyes landed on a small, caramel-colored pumpkin nestled between two thin, tall ones, you rushed over to it with a grin, settling onto your knees. You picked it up gently, showing it to your boyfriend. “Look, Mori! It looks just like you!”

“How do you figure?” his brow shut up as his eyes raked over the pumpkin.

“It’s the color of caramel, just like your popcorn hair for starters,” you snickered. “Plus plus, it’s small and cute just like you~ It was even nestled between two super tall pumpkins. This white one on the right here is clearly Lev while this reddish-orange one is Kuroo! It’s got a spikey leaf just like his hair.”

He really wanted to be annoyed by your comments and by the fact that you had just compared him to a pumpkin, but when his eyes met yours, shimmering with a childlike excitement, he could only smile softly at you. “It’s… cute.”

“Right?” You stood up, approaching him with the small pumpkin still clutched in your hands. “I know it won’t last, but… can we buy it? Pretty please~?”

His fingers tugged a small leaf that had caught in your hair before his fingers brushed against your cheek. “Sure, why not.”

“Our first child!” you chirped happily, clutching it to your chest as you jogged over to the small tent. It had been set up for the employees to escape the wind and keep the money tucked into a safe place.

Morisuke’s face burned brightly, steam rising from his ears at the thought of having children with you. The way you had phrased it made it seem as if you already planned to have children with him in the future or, at the very least, had given thought to the idea. His heart raced within his chest as you waved him over.

As he slowly approached you, he couldn’t help thinking about how he truly did want to spend the rest of his life with you.

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honeytea8 · 4 years

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So, discord was too hype this fine evening, and my lovely JoJo compatriots got me going on this crackship.

(If you ship a crack pairing and you KNOW it’s a crack pairing, this ones for you lmao! Live your dreams, boys 🤠 this is fanfiction)

Yeah, so here’s my little AbbaMis scenario raw and unedited. All I ask is that you humor me for a sec 😂

Okay so boom: let’s say it’s some time post-series and everyone lives, yay right? Wrong! Because Abbacchio is still stuck pining after Bruno and you know what Bruno does? This dude gets MARRIED! The ship has sailed and Abbacchio never got on it. He can’t be upset because, he loves Bruno for real so if his old Capo is happy then Abba is too (insert air-quotes). He considers skipping the wedding but Mista won’t let him. The two have formed this weird friendship thing since Bruno is no longer affiliated with the mafia. Mista has assumed the role of helping Abbacchio stay afloat given the circumstances.

Abbacchio manages to suffer thru the wedding (he vomits only once so he calls it a win). All the festivities happen and it’s over. Abbacchio is hurting bro, like he’s losing sleep, can’t eat or function. He’s actually LOVESICK! Fast forward some months and he and Mista are on a mission. They’re staking out some building (a rival gang’s HQ, idk lmao).

It’s midnight, they’re both sitting in the car, nothings happening. But you know how Mista gets, this dude loves to have random conversations. So somehow (by magic probably) Mista gets Abbacchio to talk about his high school days. About how he used to wear dark, grunge makeup and lipstick, etc. They talk about the stupid shit they did as youth and eventually they fall on the topic of love.

It ain’t no secret that Abbacchio loved (loves?) Bruno. Mista knows this and tries to get him to open up. (I have this theory that Mista’s silliness makes it easy for ppl to confide and talk to him). Abba opens up and actually breaks down crying. Like smeared mascara, bleeding eye liner. He says one thing that nearly breaks Mista in two.

“I fell so in love with him. And I-I fucking thought he would catch me, but he didn’t.”

Mista pulls him in for a hug, because that’s all he knows how to do. When Fugo is having a hard time, when Narancia’s going thru shit, even Giorno on a rare occasion, Mista will come thru with the hugs!!! So he’s petting Abbacchio’s hair (the hat falls off lmao). And Abba is just sobbing into his sweater, nearly drenching the thing. Mista starts to worry because, humans shouldn’t be able to produce this many tears, right? But then he remembers that this is YEARS of stockpiled pain, regret, and self-loathing.

Suddenly Abbacchio shoves him off. He’s wiping at his face, which is a whole red (makeup-smeared) mess by now. Mista just levels him with a look, like stop building these walls around you, bro, you’re trapped!

“You judging me now, Mista?” Abbacchio sneers, but if anything he looks like a cornered animal.

“Dude, of course not. I would never...”

Mista scrubs his head with his nails, through his beanie before pulling it off an fanning himself with it (car ain’t got no AC).

Abbacchio is silent, brooding and put out but mostly regretting his outburst. He’s thinking ‘Fuck, this is pathetic, even for me’

Thankfully, they don’t bring it back up. They don’t talk about it but neither of them really forget. So it just sits in the back of both of their minds. Simmering and building up to... something, but they don’t know what. It’s a door that’s been kicked wide open and they can’t shut it.

To cut a very long and convoluted story short: They all share a house (in this stupid scenario) and it’s a rare chance where only the two of them are home. Mista eats dinner and promptly conks out. He swears only five minutes pass before there’s a knock at his door. Glancing at his clock, he sees it’s been about two hours and it’s thundering like crazy outside so much that it’s rattling against his window.

He stumbles to open the door, it’s Abbacchio. But not just that, this is Abbacchio bare-faced and au natural. No heavy makeup or dark lipstick. Just him and his little freckles, ash white eyebrows, and pink lips.

“You gonna let me in, or are you just gonna stare at me like a zoo animal?” Abbacchio mumbles.

Mista snorts and steps aside so Abbacchio can come in. He’s still half asleep and he’s not even sure this is real or not lmao. It’s only when Abbacchio takes a seat on his bed that he realizes that he is awake and this is actually happening. Mista suddenly remembers he’s only in his boxers so now he feels a bit self conscious. Abbacchio isn’t staring or anything—but it’s still weird as hell.

“Was there...something you needed?” Mista yawns. Abbacchio doesn’t reply but he’s doing that thing where he expects Mista to just figure it out.

But it’s like 2am, and raining, and he honestly doesn’t have the patience to just wait and see what happens.

Mista nudges Abba aside and pulls back the covers, “Alright, get in.”

Abbacchio wants to argue, his face says it all, but he really doesn’t want to be alone right now so he complies. Mista gets in after him and you know what this guy does? BIG SPOON! To him, it’s the same as hugging and hugging has worked all this time so what’s the problem?

He snakes his arms around Abbacchio’s waist and pulls him in. Even tucks his chin on his shoulder.

“Comfortable?” Mista asks.

“Y-Yeah...”

For a split second, Abbacchio closes his eyes and imagines its someone else holding him like this. That it’s someone else holding him like they actually want him rather than letting him fall hopelessly in love just to abandon him.

Doing this to Mista isn’t fair. Mista isn’t a replacement, but a friend. A loyal one who’s been there literally every step of the way.

In a lapse in judgement, he brings Mista’s hand to his lips and kisses it. Mumbling a ‘thank you’ against his wrist.

(And the rest is n/sfw...lmfao, so yeah... yay, for crack! We love to see it 💓)

#jojo #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #crackship #abbamis #misabba #vento aureo #guido mista #leone abbacchio #it's cracktastic #honeychatter

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lourokanmuri · 4 years

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BakuKami headcanons on Bakugou and Kaminari living together after UA (but before they start dating)? Would it be a trainwreck? I think it would be a trainwreck...but a cute trainwreck. Like so many opportunities for things be awkward and cute...I'd love your thoughts on the idea.

oh my god i love this so much YES it would be a MASSIVE trainwreck and i am literally IN LOVE with this whole concept. its even more interesting if you throw in some more housemates… the rest of the bakusquad perhaps? i accidentally went literally crazy on this ask too so imma put a read more HAHAHAHAHA yall be sending me too many good asks recently i cant resist

but for the sake of this ask, lets just consider the idea of them living together and it just being the two of them. lets also just consider the idea that neither of them have any romantic feelings for each other prior to them living together, save that kaminari probably had a relatively small crush on bakugou that lasted a couple months in second or third year, but he likes to say hes gotten over it. so when the two of them move in together, its strictly a bro type of situation

(or so they think LMFAO)

the first couple months of them living together goes without a hitch. they have a nice little apartment just outside the city and they deal with each other pretty well. they stay out of each other’s way– kaminari keeps all his mess in his room and tries to clean up after himself in the kitchen and the bathroom since they share both spaces, and bakugou… well, hes bakugou so hes sure as hell not messy LOL. they’re both doing some supplemental college courses alongside their hero work (they’re both sidekicks at this point, trying to work their way up with assistance from their former teachers, connections, and reputations from school) and everything is fine! they hang out too, and its really natural since the two of them have gotten pretty close. they do a lot of stuff together and go quite a bit of places, and their other friends come along too most of the time

slowly, they start like… noticing things about each other. living in the dorms was different than living in such close quarters with each other, especially since its just the two of them. there have been too many times where one has walked in on the other in various states of undress and there have been too many times where their routine has almost slipped into something that resembles domesticity. and of course, kaminari is as touchy as ever, giving bakugou pats and pinches on the cheek and falling asleep on him during movies. bakugou is trying to figure out how to deal with it and he is not handling it well AHAHAHA

bakugou is the first one to come to the realization that there is something that he feels for kaminari that extends beyond just being friends. it takes him way too fucking long to realize it (and even then hes not sure what is it that hes feeling) and it happens the night he comes home from hanging out with kirishima and sero to find kaminari passed out on the kitchen table, lightly snoring on top of agency paperwork, his head resting on his arms. bakugou feels an unmistakable fondness deep in his chest and it almost takes him by surprise. he manages to take kaminari to his bedroom without waking him up, and when he goes back to his own bedroom he just stares up at the ceiling, remembering kaminaris weight in his arms (hes gotten heavier– stronger) and the way kaminari nuzzled into his chest as he walked through the apartment

we all know that bakugou is fucking horrible with feelings so he has literally no idea how the hell to deal with what hes feeling for kaminari, so it sort of manifests in being a lot more doting than he usually is. since they’re such close friends, bakugou is already pretty doting (the rest of the bakusquad can confirm this. hes like a mom, but angrier and more temperamental LMFAO), and it just ups to like level 10, mostly in the form of food. kaminari comes home to the most delicious fucking meals in the world… and even dessert. that’s how bad bakugou has it. hes fucking making dessert for a boy because he has a stupid crush omg. but its so worth it because honestly? one of the many ways to kaminaris heart is through his stomach ASDJFASDF

kaminari on the other hand… hes in the biggest fucking state of denial ever. the morning after bakugou finds him asleep at the kitchen table and carries him into his room, kaminari wakes up in his own bed all confused because he knows he did NOT go to his room to sleep. he realizes that bakugou mustve taken him to his room and basically curses himself for not being awake enough to have experienced that, which makes him so embarrassed for no reason and hes just like “SHIT my crush on bakugou NEVER FUCKING LEFT” because he lays there in bed trying to imagine what it was like to be carried by bakugou and he almost loses his fucking mind

(but at the same time hes like nah omg. that was a one time thing i CANNOT have a crush on bakugou. no. nope. no i do not)

after both of them come to this realization, they spend so much time tiptoeing around each other. when their friends come over to visit the apartment, EVERYONE but bakugou and kaminari can see the romantic tension thick in the air. the whole apartment stinks of romantic tension. it is so bad but none of their friends want to say anything, because its kind of funny to see kaminari and bakugou stumble around each other.

this happens for several weeks, and its like… its like they’re courting each other… very awkwardly. bakugou makes kaminari so much good food and spoils him with desserts and looks at him with stars in his eyes, and kaminari just fucking YEARNS and gets so touchy with bakugou. he’ll bump their legs together when they’re eating or he’ll creep up behind bakugou while he’s brushing his teeth or something. hes also started this weird game where he keeps playfully smacking bakugous ass when bakugou isn’t expecting it, and kaminari has NO idea how much it makes bakugou want to just… squeeze kaminari to death and pepper his stupid little face with kisses. there’s only one time that bakugou manages to get kaminari back, and he smacks kaminaris ass so firmly that it has kaminari gasping between breaths because hes laughing so hard. kaminaris laugh is like music to bakugous ears and as he watches kaminari almost piss himself laughing (not without laughing himself. they’re both cracking up) he realizes that he is in it DEEP he is so fucking in it and he has no idea what to do with himself

kaminari also copes with his massive fucking crush on his roommate by buying him things, and you’d think that would be so obvious and telling that he is horribly in love with him, but NO they’re both so dense oh my god. he buys bakugou the fantasy book series he loves so much, and he buys him some fancy stuff for the kitchen (and you have no idea how much bakugou appreciated that shit. oh my god. they’re fuckign dorky as hell). he also buys himself ground zero merch as a guilty pleasure… and you’d think THAT would be a tell but for some reason it doesn’t click in bakugous mind at all AHHAHAHAHSADFJHSD

their friends are all like… wow. these bitches are so fucking stupid. cuz both kaminari and bakugou come to them like “oh my god. i think im in love with him, but hes so obviously not into me” and everyone on the outside of the situation is just like

#YES I WROTE 1.3K FOR A BAKUKAMI HEADCANON ASK #WHAT ABOUT IT? I FUCKING LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH ASDFKJHASKDJDG #bnha #bakukami #s: bakugou kiss kaminari challenge #bakukami headcanons #ask

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thesunnyshow · 4 years

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Name: reya

Writing Blog URL(s): @chu-ni

Age: 19

Nationality: african-british

Languages: english, swahili, korean

Star Sign: libra

MBTI: enfp/entp (it always changes lol)

Favorite color: purple!

Favorite food: i really love chicken burgers

Favorite movie: princess and the frog

Favorite ice cream flavor: vanilla!!

Favorite animal: elephants

Go-to karaoke song: fancy - twice

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? caramel frappe with whipped cream, in general i prefer tea though

Dream job (whether you have a job or not)? secretary general at the UN….or an author

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? making anyone agree with me and do what i want them to do

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? ancient egypt!!

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you?.....no.

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? neither if i could lmfao but i’d go for 100 chicken sized horses

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? the nerd who’s actually really pretty after she gets a cool makeover

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? im not sure about aliens, but i definitely believe in ghosts and spirits.

What are some small things that make your day better? when i can have moments to myself to enjoy my own company. or when someone asks me what i want to eat and they bring it for me 🥺

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know? uhm…...probably the fact that i write fanfiction lol..but outside of that! i sing in the shower. and i talk to myself a lot.

What fandom(s) do you write for? nct dream currently, but in the future i want to expand to other groups!

When did you post your first piece? 17th of June 2018.

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why? i can never write just one genre. predominantly i write fluff with a dash of angst for spice simply because i love a story that has an issue and then having that issue be resolved for a happy ending. when i started my blog i was 17, and so i said i wouldn't write smut. now that i'm older im feeling more and more comfortable writing suggestive content at the very LEAST.. so maybe in the future i might write smut, who knows? i like writing fluff because i like making people feel good, but i like adding angst to it because i feel like the contrast between the two is very *chefs kiss* to me.

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc? i only write x readers!

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr? i first got tumblr when i was 13 years old and i was a fresh kpop fan lmfao. i wanted somewhere that shared my interests. of course i discovered x reader fics on here and i was in awe, i guess of how much power writers had in contributing to fandom content and keeping readers satiated. i’d always loved to write and so i’d always wanted to start my own writing blog, and for 2 years i did write for other blogs! it wasnt until 2018 that i finally took the leap and decided to start my own, because i wanted to impact people's emotions and take them on a journey through my writing.

What inspires you to write? what inspires me….teen movies, music!! music is a big one for me, and also the books that i read. i also grew up playing otome games so the plots and writing from those influence my writing a lot.

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most? i really enjoy writing royalty!aus as well as exes!aus. i love to do them cause they require me to build a world and with royalty aus specifically i love weaving together bits of political intrigue, or arranged marriages, etc. its so much fun!!

What do you hope your readers take away from your work? that if this world is too rough or too much, you can always escape from it. it might not be physical, but immersing yourself in a universe that's entirely different for a little while can help soothe you.

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively? usually i try and take breaks. the problem with that is that my breaks can go on for longer than i’d like and im trying to fix that. so my other solution is to read read read!! read as much as i can, or go back to books that i loved. ask myself what i liked about the writing, what are some parts that i thought were amazing examples of good writing - i note them down then see if i can apply that to my own work. another thing i do is take a break from writing my longer, fleshed out works and write blurbs! blurbs are a great way for me to write but not feel like its tedious because i don't have to spend as much time on them and it gets me into the groove of writing without feeling stressed out.

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful? my favourite piece of work is miscommunication. it took me months to write that, even after i lost all the work halfway through, and its the longest piece of work i have written so far, so its kinda like my baby. my most successful is candy jar. its also the work i owe my blog exposure to - it was the first piece i published, and it was also the first piece of writing i did in around 4 years.

Who is your favorite person to write about? i don't have much out for them, but i really enjoy exploring mark’s and jeno’s characters. they're people, but in my work i enjoy analysing them and judging how they’d act in different contexts.

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose? the only difference for me is that fanfiction (depending on the fandom) has some of the stuff fleshed out for you already, such as the world its in. if youre the type to write AUs then the only thing you already have is the characters - the planning, the writing, the drafting, and everything else is still the writer's responsibility. therefore there isn't much of a difference between the two for me.

What do you think makes a good story? a good story, to me, is one that takes me on a journey. it could be any genre, but i like to feel immersed and connected to the characters and the world in it. also aside from the obvious, like good grammar, a good story feels natural to read. i don't feel like skim reading half of it.

What is your writing process like? my writing process consists of me getting inspiration - usually from a song, or a film or a book ive read or a game ive played - i note down my idea and who i want the story to be about, and then bullet point the whole story, with some snippets of particular dialogue i want the reader or the other person to say at certain scenes. i then open another document ( i have a writing app on my phone, called werdsmith, so i use that!) and set a word count goal i want to hit so i can track my progress and start writing the fic, with fleshed out language and exposition. when im done (usually after a couple weeks up to a few months, depends on the length of the plan) i read through it to fix any mistakes, then i transfer it to docs so i can read it again and italicise any areas i feel need it.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story? i...don't think so. mainly because the original fiction i read and would like to write for myself is predominantly fantasy, whereas the fanfic i write on my blog is usually non-idol, normal fics.

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand? im a SUCKER for enemies to lovers, royalty ofc, “and they were roommates”, and i think superhero aus are really cool but there isnt enough of them :( idol/you as member aus....not feeling her… also abo/werewolf/vampire aus….not feelin em

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you? a LOT. a HUGE amount!! i said before how i like giving my readers somewhere where they can immerse themselves as an escape, even for a short while. hearing about how my work affected them, made them feel, makes me feel less insecure about what im writing and thus more confident to publish it.

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)? i’d say reblogs. and also putting out more content. when i first uploaded candy jar i went to my one of my favourite writers (jaeminlore) and asked her if she'd be okay with reading it and giving feedback. to my surprise she loved it and her reblogging it to all her followers is literally what gave me a bunch of followers all of a sudden who loved what i’d written. to keep that momentum i created more and more content, and while i haven't uploaded as often as i've wanted to or written as much as i’d wanted to, i can say i have a good amount of work on my masterlist for people who are looking for more to read.

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged? 100%. fanfic has an unfair reputation for just having bad writing and cringey fics (and i feel like this is because of the way society views the demographics who predominantly consume and create it), when in reality i feel like those who write fanfiction are extremely talented and selfless people. they're on the internet creating content for free for people to enjoy and like any other work of art they're putting time and effort into it. i think it should be respected. any form of art is going to have its good and bad sides.

Do you think art can be a medium for change? hmmm….yes. i feel it can be a way to reflect the thoughts of people and also be a way to inspire people to do more.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself? sometimes. sometimes i feel like i'm forcing myself to write because i feel like if i don't then people will forget about me or they’ll forget about my blog. while what i choose to write about is for me, i feel like the speed of my writing and what im writing isn't to the quality i want it to be cause i feel like i gotta get it out for people to read.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times? i've never felt that way!

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr? only 2 of my friends know, and i only told them like. a week ago!

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers? i wish you guys would message me more! i'm quite a sociable person, and i’d love to have regular anons who talk to me 👉🏽👈🏽

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there? i think one common thing amongst all writers is that we write what we want to read. so don't feel like nobody's gonna read your work, cause somebody will. you gotta act like your work is top tier even if someone says it isn't - always write the best you can, and just do it! like don't even give yourself time to overthink it, write that fic, make it look pretty, upload it onto tumblr and do not be afraid to ask your favourite fic writers to read your work once its up!! i’d be happy to read and give feedback for any fic writers as well so don't feel afraid!

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr? ive been on here for 7 years….i grew up on this site lmfao. but i don't think i regret joining tumblr once.

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey? shes not very active anymore and i miss her very much but user hyuck-s was so supportive and i love her!!

Pick a quote to end your interview with:

she believed she could, so she did.

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absurdist-void · 4 years

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I took a nap and had a weird dream.

I was put in a car with three men. The three men wore untailored black suits. All three were unattractive and greasy. Honestly, they looked like human traffickers.

I didn’t seem too concerned, because I would just kill them if they tried anything.

I commented that this dream was stupid and I didn’t want to be around these ugly, boring people. They ignored me.

I said that I was going to eat them all. I ripped out one of the guy’s eyes right out of his skull. When I looked back at him, he regrew it. I still had the eye in my hand, and didn’t want to pussy out on my threats, so I ate it. It didn’t really taste like anything. I swallowed it whole like a clam, or a person-flavored gusher.

I got bored sitting in the car and tried to have the one sitting next to me eat me out (as one does). Before anything happened, we arrived at the location.

They took me into a basement. It honestly looked like a cross betweeen a whorehouse and a crack house. The floor was covered in trash and everyone there looked emaciated and addicted to something. It was honestly disgusting and I thought I would get a disease by just being there.

When we walked in, I started feeling woozy. Objects and people looked wavy. I started seeing everything in vivid colors. It felt like they gave me LSD or something. Everything moved even when I was still.

I wasn’t quite sure why I was brought there, but I got the feeling it was either for torture or prostitution.

A bunch of women stood around looking like zombies. All looked diseased. I don’t know how the conversation started, but I mentioned that I was ********’s wife and I didn’t know why I was here. The women laughed and said that they were all his wife too, and they ended up here when he was done with them.

That didn’t make any sense to me as that wasn’t his style. I asked them to describe him to me. They all described Samael. I told them that they weren’t married to ********, but were tricked by Sam and discarded.

This made them super pissed off. They tried to attack me. I waved my hand and threw them across the room. One of them landed on the floor. I pounced on her and growled something violent. Something about how I would rip off their fucking heads and eat them. She tried to claw at me with her free arm, but I broke it by jerking my hand in a twisting motion. I don’t really like Star Wars, but one of my powers is sort of like the force. I don’t have to touch them to break bones, make them go flying, push them away, etc.

I continued rampaging, attacking anyone that dare try to throw a punch at me.

Then the “boss” came out. He was another gross, greasy guy. He started monologuing, but I didn’t really pay attention. I wanted him to shut up, so I used my power to pull down his pants lmfao.

I didn’t really care about him and just wanted to leave at this point. I walked away from him, and started calling out for someone to come get me out of this shithole.

I called for Luther. He actually showed up this time. He didn’t have a human appearance. He was just a body of light. Like sunlight shining off a blanket of snow, burning your retinas. I assume everyone in there fried after looking at him, because they didn’t bother me after that.

I told him to take a more humanoid appearance, because he kinda hurt my eyes. He was still light, but have the form of a completely white body. Like a white morph suit that glowed. My brain interpreted that form as a “tall white” alien and it gave me the heeby jeebies. It freaked me out so much that I almost woke myself up. He continued to search my brain, and decided to look like Vergil from DMC. I settled with that because he really sucks at choosing attractive human forms.

I know it’s pretty biased of me to be freaked out at the alien form, because I have my own alien form. Honestly, traditional alien humanoid forms look like completely hairless naked people with slimy dolphin skin. Not fuckable.

He carried me around as he usually does. There was a bed that I wanted to sleep on, but a couple of plebs were using it to sit on and play on their phones. They wouldn’t leave when I threatened them, so I started screaming at the top of my lungs. Everyone looked at me like I was a lunatic, including Luther. I told them that I wouldn’t stop screaming until they left. They left.

I woke up shortly after.

#dream journal

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bigskydreaming · 5 years

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LOL, quick jaunt over to Marvel land, to engage in a rant about one of my very specific Bobby Drake pet peeves, but good God, this one has been around forever.

I don’t expect comic book writers to have a master’s degree in physics or whatever, but I mean, I’m a college drop out myself, and it doesn’t take a PhD to remember that cold is not an energy.

Its the absence of an energy. It results from thermal energy leaving an area. You don’t produce cold. You take away heat.

Ergo, mutant powers and high tech armor that absorb energy as a defense should not be in any way, shape or form protected against Bobby’s powers - if anything, he should be the ultimate defense and offense against them.

Because he doesn’t ‘shoot ice beams,’ he doesn’t project cold energy that they can then absorb and like, suck up the energy that his powers produce...his powers are moving energy in the opposite direction! He’s the ultimate absorption power/tech! Any time there are Sentinels that are adapted to absorb energy attacks, or there are villains with that powerset, or with energy-draining tech....none of that should in any way be able to stop him from simply using his powers to drain the heat energy from the area, plummeting the temperature until it’s all entombed in ice from whatever ambient moisture’s in the area he freezes. Or if there isn’t enough moisture, simply dropping temperatures until the machinery or armor is brittle enough to crack or shatter.

Like, this is basic stuff. What’s the point in making a big deal about the omega level powers of a guy that’s been around for sixty years, if in all that time barely anyone who writes him can bother to learn the most fundamental things about how hot and cold work?

No, fire should not be the Iceman’s ultimate weakness, lmao, because the Iceman doesn’t need actual water or ice to put out a fire, he can simply just move the thermokinetic energy around until the fire being fired at him goes bye-bye, because he took all the thermal energy away.

Also, he’s quite definitively done this before. Mike Carey at least tried doing some new things with his powers, and showed how Bobby could basically turn off the powers of mutants with fire powers or even just powers that relied on chemical reactions igniting...because his command of thermodynamic forces, or at least his outright neutralization of them, meant he could keep Sunfire from generating the plasma he bases his name on.

Like, Bobby was just like lol no, and kept the dude who projects thermal energy at the same temperatures as the sun from using his powers at all by simply going..."yeah but what if I just don’t let it get any hotter no matter how much plasma you try and generate? Whatcha gonna do then, Shiro?” And it turned out, what Shiro did then was nada, because all the literal firepower in the world doesn’t mean squat when a guy who violates the laws of thermodynamics for goofs sits on all the thermal energy in the vicinity and goes “nah, nobody’s getting up until I say so.”

Similarly, no, being in a desert or some location with very little ambient moisture in the air shouldn’t in any way be a hindrance to Bobby, limit his powers or make him weaker, because he doesn’t just make ice, and never has...its simply the most common and efficient usage and combination of his dual powerset....which is thermokinesis and hydrokinesis.

I know he’s hardly ever referenced as having the latter, and its not like he’s ever been shown moving water itself around like a waterbender or Hydro-Man, but its a necessary part of his powerset to do the things he does. He forms ice in highly specific shapes, and the only way he can do that is if he’s not only dropping the temperature and freezing things (thermokinesis). He has to be at the same time moving water molecules into the specific arrangements and patterns needed in order for his freezing of those water molecules to result in the specific ice configurations and shapes he makes all the time.

There’s absolutely no way his power could ever work the way its always shown to if he doesn’t have the ability to mentally manipulate the placement of water molecules, even if he’s not consciously directing them into the shapes he’s picturing in his mind when he makes ice shapes.

Point being, just because he usually uses his powers in the specific combination that results in him freezing water, specifically, and forming ice, specifically...doesn’t mean he’s ever been limited to that. His thermokinesis works perfectly well without him directing it at water molecules in specific, and this too has been long established.

Its not like water is the only thing that freezes. Everything freezes if you get things cold enough. Bobby’s the walking equivalent of liquid nitrogen, even though he’s hardly ever used that way (ironically, it was Claremont who first showed him using his powers this way, which is funny to me because Claremont famously hates his character and usually nerfs him every opportunity he gets, like, purely out of annoyance that he exists, lol).

But I mean, he quite literally can make even the strongest metals shatter without even touching them, by just flash-freezing his environs and letting everything go kabloo-ey under its own weight, once the rapid reduction of thermodynamic reactions makes even metal’s structural integrity go ruh-roh and then like....just collapse.

Even without taking things in that direction, the whole ‘put Bobby in a desert and he’s useless against the bad guys’ trope has always been dumb purely because of the fact that the human body is largely made up of water. As long as there’s anyone around him, it doesn’t matter how much or how little ambient moisture is in the air...he can just as easily focus his powers on just the moisture in peoples’ bodies. And it doesn’t have to be big or flashy or dramatic either, he doesn’t have to rip the moisture out of them and use it to make ice like he did in that one arc with the demons that we pretend didn’t happen because Chuck Austen was a mistake....like....all someone with Bobby’s powerset has to do when faced with living human beings and not a lot of surplus moisture in the air is just...drop the temperature of the bodies around him, nudge them towards hypothermic conditions.

*Shrugs* Things get cold enough, the blood flow in a human body starts to slow down, eventually they pass out. If you can control how quickly the temperature drops and how much that temperature change is focused most specifically on the parts of the body most dependent on moisture and biochemical reactions that require thermal energy to catalyze or function, you can make that happen very quickly.

Hell, they write Magneto using his powers to control the iron in peoples’ blood, slow the flow of blood to their brains and knock them out that way. Its really the same basic principle with Bobby’s powers, just asserting a little pressure on the moisture in peoples’ blood to produce the same effect. If anything, it should be easier for Bobby not because of different power levels, now that they’re both confirmed as omega level, but rather simply because there’s more water in the human body than there is iron. Everything Erik can do directly to human attackers, Bobby should be able to do even more easily, purely because he has more to work with directly.

LOL sorry, but this is where my critical-ness manifests most with Bobby’s writing. Scott, Dick, Kyle, I have actual Issues with how they’re written and received....Bobby, other than how various writers handle his sexuality or don’t, as the case may be....my ire is really ultimately just Nerd Ire. Because it makes me cranky that you give a guy one of the single most versatile powersets in superhero comics, make a point to establish that this dude’s powers are amped all the way up to the literal highest degree possible in comics, with virtually no limitations on the ways he can use them or the scope he can apply them to......

And then you do practically nothing with them, beyond the same handful of basic tricks that he’s been doing for decades, like that’s the sum total of his abilities or the only possible applications, when that’s really barely even the tip of the iceberg, yes pun intended. I admitted I was a Nerd, get with the program.

I honestly don’t give a shit about him being The Most Powerfulest Ever, especially since it results in him being sidelined more than he’s used, just because writers don’t want to deal with why Bobby can’t just....snap his fingers and start the next Ice Age and be like all done here, let’s go home. But it is Irksome when you tantalize me with the possibilities inherent in a superpower and then continue to use that power in the most dull way imaginable instead of just going nuts with it, because I am at the end of the day, above all other things a Superpower Nerd and like. Superpowers are so fucking cool, why must writers insist on not using them in cool and unique and interesting ways, and instead just being all....and then the one character shot a laser at the other and a third character punched everyone else super hard with their superstrength and that’s it, that’s the end. Until next time, intrepid adventurers!

Sigh. Its just so booooooring. And like, death by a thousand papercuts, lol, every time a writer clearly thinks they’re on to something when they come up with a ‘workaround’ to essentially neutralize Bobby in a fight or sideline him, so that his omega-ness or whatever doesn’t make everyone else’s present irrelevant before he solos the situation. And I get that, but this is not the solution they’re looking for, and hasn’t been the last hundred times they used it either, its just like. Please, please, please, even just wiki source how ice and cold work for a change. Its not rock, paper, scissors, where like, fire and heat automatically beat ice, lmfao. Its like nails on a chalkboard, seeing behind the page to like, how proud you can tell that writer is for their ‘solution’ to Bobby’s uber-poweredness, while meanwhile, I’m just like...dudes, that does not work the way you are trying to claim it works, and its making it really hard to suspend my disbelief.

Which you would think would not be that hard, given that I’m talking about a comic book with superpowers, but if you’re gonna do superpowers, at least do them in a way that makes some sense, which is not, in fact: “fire is the greatest weapon against the guy whose power is more accurately described as eats thermal energy and shits out ice cubes.”

Its literally the other way around, uggggggggh. Same with energy absorption being trotted out constantly to beat or neutralize the guy whose power is literally the opposite of energy projection. As Bobby is himself, actually, technically, ironically, the ultimate omega level energy absorption mutant, albeit primarily focused on thermal energy specifically.

(Though of course, at the base levels that Bobby’s powers have repeatedly been shown to operate at, all energy is fundamentally the same anyway, so even that qualifier isn’t quite applicable. Hey, don’t look at me, I’m not the one who decided to make the dude omega level and then define that as meaning the uttermost expression of a particular mutant powerset, with no apex ceiling or limit on their usage or scope. Maybe you guys should’ve put like, ten minutes of actual research into why water is cited as one of the basic primary building blocks of carbon based organic life, and how the kind of control over thermal energy Bobby’s powers require in order to even function at their most basic levels, once unrestricted in scope or degree, like....pretty much results in limitless applications across the board).

I mean shit, in a lot of ways, Bobby’s kinda the mutant embodiment of a physically realized Maxwell’s Demon. And if you put some thought into how that particular thought experiment could effect reality were anyone actually capable of creating a mechanism for violating the laws of thermodynamics in the specific ways postulated by good old JCM back in the 1800s, Bobby’s powers would really be less "hey check it out, I make ice and cool people off on a hot summer’s day" and more like "lol, Proteus who? Legion what? Wanda where? Phoenix, please!"

BUT I DIGRESS.

....oh shit, whoops, now I’m thinking about how Wanda’s powers when amped up to allow her to pull off the House of M reality warp, like, were basically defined as the ultimate expression of chaos magick/chaos energies, the psychic harnessing of entropy itself, using Wanda’s basic probability manipulations to hack quantum possibilities themselves and superimpose the pictured reality of her choice over her current reality at a quantum level.....and whereas if you look at Bobby’s powers in the vein of Maxwell’s Demon, and the theoretical applications for decreasing entropy, like...huh. Whoops, I think I just accidentally made my brain explode, hang on, I gotta think about this now.

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Hi :) This might sound weird haha but I adore reading you talk about your writing, it's really inspiring and I feel like I learn a lot of things every time I read you talk about it (you know I'm a fan of your style haha). And anyways while I was reading your answer to your last anon, this struck me: "when i was outlining that chapter i think the only line i dedicated to the actual fight itself was “and then they have a crazy knife fight (good luck future me)”" and I wanted to ask you (1/2?)

(2/3?) do you have like any tips for writing a multichapters fic? I guess from what you wrote here you outline the whole thing before you start with it? Or it depends or the story and sometimes you just go with the flow and see where it goes haha? Do you mind sharing some of your writing process of multichapter fics? :3 Bc I tend to get "bored" really easily and if I don't finish something in one sitting I usually never ever finish it. But also I'd like to learn how to take my time sometimes

(3/3) and idk maybe learning how to properly "get ready" to write something long would help haha. I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense at all but yeah in any case just thank you for blessing my nights with your fics and killing me over and over with feels, I'm sure I said it before but you (and all of the amazing writers this fandom is blessed with) are a true inspiration!!!

you are SO sweet to me i die fhflkdsjf

i’m gonna go ahead and throw 100% of my answer under the cut because i haven’t even started yet and i know this is about to be. So Long. i am sorry in advance lmao

there are a couple of different aspects to this ask that i want to touch on so i will be as brief as possible but as i have proven twice over tonight alone, i am really not capable of that lmfao

i’d say first and foremost, the biggest thing you can do to help yourself in this arena is figure out how to best discipline yourself. which SUCKS it’s like the worst most mom answer ever but in all honesty, developing discipline in writing is what separates the “i could write a book” people from the people who actually do write books. everyone is capable of writing, but not everyone has the discipline or patience to do so. long-form narrative requires even MORE discipline than a one-shot (or even a long one-shot) because it’s like you said, it requires the author to come back over and over and over again to write new material and edit existing material and figure out a way to cohesively connect everything they’ve written into one consistent narrative, and some people have a much harder time with that than others do. there’s nothing wrong with that either way!! the world needs short stories just as much as it needs longer stories. but if you’re wanting to work on writing longer-form narratives, working out a way to best discipline yourself should probably be your number-one goal.

that kind of brings me to my next point (and also ties in part of what i was talking about in that other ask) - comparing your writing style, your progress, your everything to other writers will only lead to heartache for you. when i first started reading and writing for b99 i came across a specific author (who is now one of my dear friends) whose fics were just. next-level works of art. and while i read through just about everything she’d written for b99 and LOVED every single one of them, i found myself getting more and more down on my own writing, because i knew i’d never be able to write like her. but the more comfortable and confident i got in my own writing, the more i realized that it’s less about writing more like That Person and more about developing my own style (my favorite comparison to make between my writing and hers now is that hers are like beautiful and intricate fairy tales, and mine are more of a smokey back room at a bar where a guy is sitting alone at a table and he says “come here and listen to this story.” they’re both Very Different, and perhaps have varying audiences, but one is not inherently Better Or Worse than the other). all of this to say, if you’re working as hard as you can and being really disciplined but still find yourself struggling with writing a multichap, THAT’S OKAY!!! there’s NOTHING wrong with that!!! your writing, however short or long, serves an INCREDIBLY important purpose within the fandom as a whole and no matter what, there will ALWAYS be an audience for your writing.

so okay as for the actual Advice!!! i actually have a couple of steps that i usually follow prior to actually Writing the first chapter of any long fic i’ve written (or am in the process of writing...@king and lionheart yikes). i have yet to really find any consistency in how i think of ideas for multichaps - so far the idea every multichap i’ve written has come from a different source (which is actually kind of Frustrating for reasons i won’t get into). but basically once i actually have An Idea, i’ll take a day or two to kind of think it over and flesh it out as much as possible. if it really starts expanding in detail and an actual Story constructs itself around the idea, i’ll move on to the next step, which is to find a few trusted mutuals here on tungle.corn and say “heyyYYY CAN I YELL ABOUT AN IDEA I HAVE FOR A SECOND” and then spill everything i’ve thought of so far. usually i can tell if an idea will live or die based on these conversations - if the other person is Into It and we start sort of developing the world within the chat, i know it’s time to really sit down and make an effort to pursue the fic. in that case, i will go and copy&paste that part of our chat into a google doc and i’ll build an outline in a separate doc. i used to despise outlines and i would refuse to do them in high school, but once i got into writing as a hobby and i started pursuing longer narrative forms, i tried once or twice to write a multichap without an outline and i just forgot a lot of the details i originally wanted to include, which left me feeling really frustrated with myself and with my writing. i came to realize that outlines kind of a necessary evil, so in writing them i made them as fun for me as possible (i.e. the “good luck future me” line from the king and lionheart outline i mentioned lmao). now i love them and i have them open at all times while i’m working on writing a new chapter.

so i know that i started this off by saying that writing multichaps requires a special kind of discipline, and i stand by that, but also...writer’s block and real life responsibility and just plain exhaustion are all Very Real Things, and they take precedent over keeping up with a publishing schedule (if you’re so inclined to make one of those for yourself). when i started writing king and lionheart, i didn’t know at that point that i would be headed back to school in the spring, and thought that i would have all the time in the world to write. right around november, i realized that i would be going back to school - that’s about the time i took an unofficial hiatus from writing king and lionheart, because i knew trying to keep up with writing that fic the way that i want it to be written and all of the intensive and demanding coursework was going to kill me. taking a step back from posting and coming back to it later is okay. i know i talk a lot about feeling guilty for not having an update for king and lionheart (and the cancer au before it) but in all honesty i know that it’s okay for me to take some time and deal with my real life. and, you know, it’s also okay to lose inspiration for a while and to take a step back until that inspiration comes back. i think it’s that fear of not being able to take longer breaks between updates that scares a lot of people off from even trying to write a multichap - as the queen of procrastination, i am here to tell you that it is 100% okay to start a multichap and to take a break and come back to it when necessary!

writing a multichap is very much like running a marathon - it requires a different kind of energy than a 400 meter sprint or a 1k fluffy oneshot. it’s gonna hurt and it’s gonna suck and there are gonna be times when you’re ready to just quit writing altogether. but there will be parts that are really fun and really easy and you’re gonna get some really great views along the way - and at the end when you cross that finish line and you’re able to check that “complete” box on ao3 before you post the last chapter, you won’t remember the parts that sucked. trust me!! i wouldn’t write as many as i do if the actual shitty parts of the writing process negated the good things that come from writing it and sharing it with other people!

it’s also worth noting that just because you get bored with an idea doesn’t mean that you can’t pick it up again later!!! honestly the first 2 or 3 paragraphs of on your heart like a tattoo sat in my google docs for MONTHS before i randomly decided one day to open it and take a crack at finishing it, and to this DAY i’m still getting people regularly commenting on it. every idea has its purpose and its place, even if it doesn’t always immediately seem like it.

i really hope this helps and i’m sorry if it doesn’t!!! you are such a kind and wonderful person and i absolutely adore you

#em answers #nice people #guys i adore adele #seriously #writing advice #b99peraltiago

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Ok so I was scrolling though your blog (no shame in my game) and the cliché angsty prompts thingy caught my eye! SOOOOO maybe when you have the time you could do a fic about one of them charging into battle after their love is hurt OR maybe the one is mind controlled and the other has to fight them! With Erathan or Aspen and their lovers! ( I tired to give the others some love cause they’re amazing too)

Lmfao it only took me like 2 months to finally write this, but here you go! I chose the first prompt for Erathan & Leliana, because it already tied into a fic idea I had in mind. This fic kind of got away from me while writing it, so it actually only focuses on your prompt for like a hot second and then it just keeps going lmao. Hope you like it though!

Pairing: Leliana x Female Warden (my oc)

“Hey, my cooking isn’t that bad,” Alistair argued, turning back to face the accusing party and nearly stumbling over a tree root.

“First of all, yes it is. Second, please don’t kill yourself before we reach Redcliffe, okay? We’re hardly an hour out of camp and I don’t wanna drag your arse the rest of the way,” Erathan teased. Leliana stifled a laugh as Alistair’s cheeks flooded red.

“Was my stew really that bad last night?” he asked.

“That was supposed to be stew?” Erathan replied, actually starting to feel bad for her companion. She heard a quiet laugh from the dark-haired witch at the back of the group and cracked a smile of her own. Alistair sighed and turned back to walk ahead. “I’m just teasing you, Alistair! It’s not like any of us are any better, except maybe Wynne. I wasn’t so sure of the bread rolls Leliana made the other night either.”

“Hey!” Leliana protested, poking Erathan’s side. The elf laughed and pushed herself onto the tips of her toes to place a kiss to her lover’s cheek before intertwining their hands together. She heard an annoyed groan from behind her and turned to look back at Morrigan.

“Aw don’t be jealous, Morrigan; you can hold my other hand!” Erathan offered with a grin, holding out her hand.

Morrigan scoffed, “I’m quite alright without all the touching, thank you.��

“Suit yourself,” Erathan replied, shrugging.

They walked in silence as the trees passed them by, bird calls and snapping twigs the only disruptions. As her mind wandered to what she hoped to accomplish in Redcliffe and the warmth of Leliana’s palm pressed against her own, Erathan almost missed the sudden loss of the bird calls; almost.

Silence settled around them like a cage.

“Ambush!” she called out, reaching for her daggers just as an arrow flew past her face. She ducked to the side of the small forest opening they found themselves in, scanning the area for unfamiliar faces.

Alistair was already slamming his shield into one of the bandits, sending them backwards into a tree. Morrigan sent a strike of lightning into the chest of a bandit who was rushing towards her, Leliana following with an arrow through the heart of another. Erathan spotted an archer aiming for Alistair’s back and quickly moved to dig her blade into their stomach before they could release the arrow.

She picked off another bandit before she heard a sharp cry from across the opening, the voice painfully familiar. Erathan turned and saw Leliana collapse to the forest floor, clutching her side, a bandit standing behind her with a bloody knife in hand.

Erathan froze, her blood running cold. Her eyes locked onto Leliana’s crumpled form and she suddenly felt a wave of horrified rage flood through her. Seeing red, she rushed towards the bandit.

Before the bandit could move to block her strike, Erathan’s blades were buried deep within their chest. She forced the blades outwards, slicing their chest open. As they fell with a strangled cry, Erathan turned to block a hit from an incoming sword. As she pushed back against the imposing blade with one of her own, she swung the other down to connect with the bandit’s stomach and tear through soft flesh.

When the final bandit fell, Erathan dropped to her knees beside Leliana and gently eased her onto her back from her hunched position. “Leliana how bad is it? Let me check,” Erathan frantically asked, reaching for where blood seeped through Leliana’s fingers.

“I’m okay, it’s fine,” Leliana insisted through clenched teeth, but her eyes closed tightly as her shaking hand was pried from her side. Erathan’s own hands quaked as she tried to gauge the damage. The blade had slipped between the panels of Leliana’s armor, entering just beneath her ribcage and pushing up towards her lungs. Alistair dropped to his knees on the other side of Leliana.

“What happened? What should we do?” he asked, hands hovering over her without purpose. Leliana whimpered and tried to grab for her wound again, but gasped and pulled away at the contact.

“I-I don’t know, Morrigan I need you to heal her!” Erathan cried, turning to find the witch. Morrigan stood apart from the group, looking stunned and uncertain.

“I’m not a healer, I only know a few limited spells. You would need Wynne to—”

“Morrigan please! Wynne’s back at camp and you need to heal this wound enough so Leliana can make it back,” Erathan pleaded, the fear in her voice leaving no room for argument.

Leliana groaned suddenly, sucking in a sharp breath as more blood seeped from her side.

“Leliana hold on, you have to hold on,” Erathan begged. Leliana’s breaths grew weaker and more frantic. “Leliana come on, no, please.” Before she could yell for Morrigan again, the mage was at her side and pushing her away to take her place.

“Alistair, reach over and apply pressure to the wound,” Morrigan commanded, her hands already glowing with magic. Alistair did as he was told; the color drained from his face when Leliana cried out in response.

“Leliana this is going to hurt; are you ready?” Morrigan asked, voice softer. Leliana nodded and clenched her fists.

As Morrigan worked, Erathan knelt by her lover’s head to run her fingers through her red locks, murmuring encouraging words and pressing kisses to her forehead. As the minutes passed Erathan lost herself in her own mantra of comforting words, trying to ignore the pained screams.

“This is all I can do,” Morrigan finally stated, resting back on her heels. The bleeding had stopped and drawn out whimpers had replaced the screaming, but Leliana’s wound was still open and threatening.

“You two start carrying her back to camp, I’ll run ahead and alert Wynne,” Erathan directed, only stopping briefly to take one more look at Leliana before turning and running in the direction they had come.

* * *

As Erathan forced her legs to go faster, pushing through the fire in her lungs, she couldn’t stop picturing Leliana hunched over, blood covering her side. She could still hear Leliana’s labored breathing and shook her head to push it away. Leliana would be okay. She had to be.

* * *

Erathan finally arrived at camp, crashing through the tree line just beside Morrigan’s tent. “Wynne!” She cried, still sprinting towards the elderly mage’s tent. “Wynne!”

Wynne emerged from her tent just as Erathan stumbled to a stop in front of it. “What are you doing back here?” she asked, brow furrowed. She looked around and realized Erathan was alone. “Where are the others? Has something happened?”

“Yes,” the elf answered, stopping briefly to catch her breath, “we were ambushed nearly an hour into our journey. Leliana is severely wounded; Alistair and Morrigan are bringing her back right now. I wanted to get here ahead of them so you could prepare. You have to help Leliana!”

“Goodness, that is terrible. Of course I’ll help her; can you describe her wound?”

Time seemed to crawl by as Erathan described where the blade had entered and how much Morrigan had been able to heal it, and helped Wynne prepare her tent for the healing process. Wynne seemed silently surprised that Morrigan had helped Leliana; she knew how cold the other mage often was to the girl. Just when Erathan thought she would go mad with worry, Morrigan entered the camp clearing, Alistair a few steps behind with Leliana in his arms. Leliana’s body hung slack, her head rocking with Alistair’s steps.

“Finally!” Erathan sighed, running over to meet them. She felt ill as she saw that Leliana had fallen unconscious.

“Bring her here, to my tent,” Wynne ordered, opening the flaps of her tent for Alistair. He carried her in and gently laid her onto the bedroll. When he came back out, his whole body was shaking; from exhaustion or nerves, Erathan couldn’t tell—likely both. She rushed past him towards the tent, but Wynne held out a hand to stop her.

“Stay out here,” she directed.

“But—no, I need to help,” Erathan stammered.

“I know you’re concerned, but I need space to work and it won’t help to have you worrying over her the entire time,” Wynne explained. “She’ll be okay,” she said gently. She turned and entered the tent then, leaving Erathan standing outside baffled.

The warden contemplated entering the tent anyways, but knew it would only distract Wynne from helping Leliana. When she finally managed to collect herself she walked over to where Alistair sat, hunched over with his head in his hands, and sat beside him.

Almost immediately, Alistair sat upright and began to apologize. “I tried to move faster, I’m so sorry, she lost consciousness about halfway here, I’m so sorr—”

“Alistair stop,” Erathan interrupted. “I came to thank you; you helped save her.”

Alistair stared back for a moment, as if in disbelief. “You really think so? I just carried her, I couldn’t keep it from hurting her.”

“But you helped, you really did. Thank you so much,” Erathan reassured him, her voice starting to break. She surprised herself and leaned in for a hug, wrapping her arms around his broad frame. Alistair hesitantly returned the embrace, stunned by this act of friendship. They stayed like that for a few moments before Erathan pardoned herself and walked over to the tent her dearest friend kept on the edge of the camp, so far from everyone else.

She found Morrigan sitting inside her tent, frustratedly flipping through one of her many grimoires. She stepped inside to no protest, so she sat beside the witch.

“What’re you doing?” she asked.

Morrigan continued to flip through the book, muttering to herself. When she finally found what she was looking for, she sat back with a sigh. “There, finally. It should be considerably easier to find healing spells, don’t you think?”

Erathan looked at her, confused. “Um, yes, I suppose. Why are you looking up healing spells now? Wynne has Leliana.”

Morrigan rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m well aware. But what happened reminded me that I must broaden my knowledge of healing magic. ‘Twas foolish of me to rely on Wynne to be the sole competent healer, and I won’t make the mistake of being caught off guard again.”

“That’s nice Morrigan, but you don’t have to—” Erathan was cut off by Morrigan’s muttering as she began to read the spells before her. “Morrigan,” she tried again. “Morrigan,” she said once more, reaching forward to still her friend’s hand as it skimmed down the page. Morrigan stopped and looked at her, eyes edging on anger.

“What? What could you possibly need that would require you to interrupt my work? I need to learn this; I need to be able to help you!” the mage snapped.

Erathan hesitated, at a momentary loss for words. “Morrigan, you did help us. I came here to thank you; you saved Leliana.”

When Erathan met Morrigan’s gaze, she saw uncertainty in her eyes.

“Just barely,” Morrigan said. “I could only manage to stop the bleeding, what good will that do us in more dire circumstances? No, I must learn this, I must improve. What if someone else becomes wounded too far from camp and I can’t help them? What if I can’t help you?” Morrigan asked, her voice becoming frantic.

Erathan grew quiet and laid her hand on Morrigan’s arm. “You already can help us. You did help us. You did what you could to heal Leliana, and I would trust you in the field to heal me as well. Yes it would be good to learn more healing spells, but you are already more helpful than you’re giving yourself credit for. I trust you, Morrigan. I owe you more than I can express, for saving Leliana. Please don’t worry about not being able to save us… to save me. I know you could.”

They sat in silence until Erathan realized Morrigan didn’t have a response, so she left her to her studies.

She paced anxiously around the camp, eyes locked on her feet as they sank into the muddy ground. Eventually Wynne emerged from the tent and beckoned her over.

“The wound is healed and I gave her some potions to ease the pain. She’ll make a full recovery,” Wynne stated. Erathan bent over and braced herself against her knees as a wave of relief hit her. She thanked Wynne and entered the tent, quickly making her way to Leliana’s side. She kneeled beside her lover and gently grabbed her hand. Leliana opened her eyes and cracked a smile when she saw who it was.

“Birdie,” Erathan whispered, tears flooding into her voice. “How do you feel?”

“I’ve felt better, but I’ve also felt worse,” Leliana answered with a sigh. “The pain has subsided. Mostly,” she said, grimacing.

Erathan squeezed her hand and leaned down to kiss her forehead. “I was so worried. The wound was so deep.”

Leliana gave a short laugh. “It was, but I’ve been through worse. I need to thank Alistair and Morrigan.”

“I just thanked them; they’re both a bit shaken, I should let them know you’re okay.”

Leliana raised an eyebrow. “Morrigan is shaken? At my expense? That’s quite the twist,” she said with a smirk.

Erathan smiled. “She likes to pretend she doesn’t care, but I know she does. She just has her own ways of showing it.” Leliana hummed her agreement and Erathan ran a hand through her red locks. Leliana leaned into the comforting touch, closing her eyes. Before Erathan realized it, tears were streaming down her cheeks and she had to stifle a sob.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Leliana asked, opening her eyes.

“Leliana, I… I was so scared,” Erathan whispered. “I thought I might lose you.”

“Oh mon cher,” Leliana started, trying to sit up but falling back onto the bedroll with a pained gasp.

“No, no don’t sit up,” Erathan murmured, wiping her face and moving to lay down beside her lover. “I just, I don’t know what I would do without you, birdie. We’ve come so far, and I never thought—” she stopped and let out a shuddering breath. “I’m so happy you’re okay.”

Leliana reached over and caressed Erathan’s cheek, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m here, love. I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.

Erathan leaned in and kissed her softly before carefully wrapping her arms around her. She stayed there, focusing on the rise and fall of Leliana’s chest as daylight faded to an end.

#yeah this fic kind of toys w/ the relationship between Morrigan & Erathan even though it's not really about that #I just thought this would be a good place to explore their friendship a little bit #while also giving that romance angst between Erathan and Leli #my writing #my fic #leliana x warden #leliana x female warden #leliana x f!warden #leliana x mahariel #warden mahariel #mahariel #oc: erathan mahariel #dragon age #morrigan #dragon age origins #alistair theirin #wynne #aquarliyus

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