#one day ill figure out how to draw them right

[aerynwrites]

Remember

Halsin x gn!Reader

A/N: thank you for the request @sabersandsnipers! I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy! See the request here.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: kissing, love confessions, miscommunication, drunk reader, drunk confessions, morning hangovers/blurry memory, Halsin being a gentleman 🥰

The campfire burns brightly in the night, heating your already heated cheeks.

You all finally came across some good wine, pilfered from a wine cellar in a small abandoned town. Astarion practically melted as he read the labels. Practically glaring at you when you asked him what was so special.

“These are vintage darling. Practically liquid gold compared to the piss we’ve been drinking.”

Your other companions had happily helped tote crates of the stuff back to camp then, excited to finally indulge in the best, for once.

And it is the best. The best you’ve ever had for sure. At least in recent memory.

The wine is rich and decadent, passing your lips without that unpleasant burn the cheap stuff gives. It’s sweet and slides down easily - maybe a little too easily.

It turns your brain to figurative mush, your limbs starting to feel heavy despite the uncontrollable giggles slipping past your lips as Karlach acts out another one of her battle stories.

Your inhibitions have started to slip, especially those tied to your tongue. Because along with your giggles you’re unable to stop your flirtatious rambling to the druid sitting beside you at the fire. He is also taking part in the festivities, albeit more cautiously, only having had a single glass to your…

Well…you don’t know how many.

Another giggle slips past your lips as you lean into the man at your side, watching as Karlach flops down onto the ground in a reenactment of her downing an enemy. Wyll goes to help her up but is also unsteady on his feet and soon joins her in the dirt, both of them howling in laughter.

Halsin lets out a laugh of his own at their antics and you can’t stop the smile that tugs at your numb lips.

“I like your laugh,” you say, turning to look up at Halsin.

The man is taller than you even sitting down, so when he looks down to you, pieces of his hair fall forward into his face.

“My laugh?” He asks, a smile splitting his lips as he most likely finds enjoyment in your inebriated state.

You nod, leaning forward once more to rest your forehead against his chest, abandoning your goblet in favor of wrapping the man in a weak embrace.

“I just like you,” your words are slurred as you slump more into the larger man’s embrace. “And you smell good.”

Halsins chest rumbles with laughter beneath your cheek and it just further adds to the buzzing beneath your skin, even more so when you feel his hands grasp your arms gently.

Yet another thing you notice about him. His hands are calloused, roughened with years of using a weapon and tending the land and communing with nature. But he’s so…gentle. His smile, his words, his laugh, his entire being just screams safety.

It’s what draws you to him no matter how much you try to stay away. Which isn’t very much considering he has slowly started to reciprocate your attraction.

At least…you hope.

“I think it’s high time for you to get some rest,” Halsin says, moving to stand from his seat and guide you to do the same.

“What?” You ask, the world spinning slightly as you get to your feet. “But I’m having fun!”

The words are slurred as Halsin slips an arm around around your waist to steady you, slowly leading you away from the fire. You don’t miss the various whistles and hoots from your other companions as he does so.

Halsin smiles, not that you see it as you focus on putting one foot in front of the other as he leads you.

“I know you were, but it will be an ill-fated day tomorrow if you continue to drink.”

Despite your drunken state you recognize the wisdom in his words.

“You’re probably right, but -“ you pause as you struggle to take in your surroundings before you realize you’re being led away from your tent.

“Wait, my tent is that way,” you emphasize by pointing a staggering finger in the vague direction of your tent, a movement that causes your feet to twist up beneath you.

You would have fallen if it weren’t for the druid at your side stopping to catch you before opting to lift you into his arms instead.

“I know where your tent is located, but my tent is far closer.”

You hum in response, your head lolling backwards, eyes meeting the stars above you.

“I can walk, you know.”

Halsin laughs at this, shifting to support your head as he draws closer to his tent. “Your earlier attempts would disprove that statement.”

You pout your lip at him as he finally ducks into his tent. “You’re mean,” you say plainly.

“I apologize, little one.”

His words hold little apology but you don’t point it out as he finally lowers you to your feet, helping as you try to steady yourself. Only when he pulls away do you finally look up at him, and you take the moment of silence to take in the man before you.

He’s still smiling down at you, all while watching to make sure you keep your feet. His brows furrow slightly with every uneasy shift of your body, his hands tightening where they rest on your hips.

Without thinking you reach up, placing uncoordinated fingers against the scars that run over his brow. He stills at this, eyes widening for a moment before fluttering closed as you trail your fingers down. Your hand cups his cheek now, thumb running over where the scar ends just below his lips.

Lips you want nothing more than to kiss right now.

His eyes open then, as if sensing your questioning stare. You’ve both drifted closer to one another during this silent moment, your chests brushing together as you look up at him.

“Halsin?”

“Yes, my heart?”

Your breath stutters in your chest at the new nickname, and you can smell the faint scent of wine on his breath as he speaks.

“Can I kiss you?”

The words fall into silence, and you can practically feel the tension in the air dissipate as Halsin’s eyes close tightly, a sigh falling from his lips as he steps away from you slightly.

Your drunken mind moves before he speaks, making you stumble over your words.

“Oh that’s - I understand. I shouldn’t have asked, that was - I’m sorry I-“

Before you can ramble any further, Halsin has your face cradled in his hands, green eyes capturing your own.

“You misunderstand,” he tells you, thumbs brushing your cheek bones lightly. “I have wanted to kiss you, to touch you for longer than you can imagine,” he admits, eyes softening. “But I do not wish for our first kiss, our first coming together to be in the midst of a wine induced haze.”

He smiles.

“I want you to remember this, and I’m afraid in this state, you may wake tomorrow with no memory of tonight.” He moves to push a stray piece of hair from your face as one hand settles at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “I do not want to lose a moment with you.”

His words ease the anxiety roiling in your belly, and you find it in you to nod. The sentiment increases the heat in your cheeks once again.

Halsin smiles at your ascent, and gently leads you to bed. His bed roll is set up on top of a pile of furs which cradle your body perfectly where you all but flop onto it. Your earlier statement of not being tired is quickly erased as your eyelids begin to shut, sleep tugging at your mind as you settle into the soft bed.

The last thing you remember before slumber takes you is the feeling of warm hands trailing your arms before something soft covers you and one brief thought.

He feels the same.

——————

A pounding headache is what eventually wakes you from your slumber. Your mouth is dry, tongue laying thick in your mouth as you try and fail to swallow and wet your mouth. Your eyelids feel filled with sand as you peel them open, only to be met with darkness. The only light is from the sun seeping into the tent in thin slivers from the slightly parted tent flap.

You notice multiple things at once. First being that you’re not in your tent, but in Halsins. The second being the smattering of blurry memories from last night.

Oh Gods…I basically threw myself at him!

You remember that vaguely, asking to kiss him, and then the rest is…foggy. You remember him turning you down and then not much else afterwards.

Pushing yourself up on shaky arms you try to take in your surroundings, letting out a small sigh when you see Halsin isn’t in the tent with you. You can avoid embarrassment just a little longer, at least.

You quickly grab your shoes that you see at the end of the bedroll and after making sure the coast is clear you make your way across camp in the early morning light to your own tent.

The next few hours pass in a blur if periodic sleep and the eventuality of the camp stirring to life around you. A rude reminder that you can’t avoid a certain druid forever.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Karlach's voice pierces the air as she pokes her head into your tent. “Can you take firewood duty? We’re running low.”

You nod quickly. You might not be able to avoid the inevitable but…maybe a little longer.

————

The woods are quiet, this time of day, morning starting to give way to midday as you wander through the trees, gathering suitable logs for camp.

However, the tranquility of nature gives your mind time to wander back to last night, desperately trying to force memories to light. But no matter how hard you try, nothing new comes to light. Just you embarrassing yourself in front of the man who’s captured your affections.

You sigh, before gasping as the toe of your boot catches on an exposed root, your thoughts distracting you from your surroundings. The wood in your arms teeters precariously and just about falls to the forest floor before you feel two strong hands steady you.

“You look as if you could use some help,” a familiar voice says, and your stomach flips as Halsin comes to stand in front of you, smiling down at you. “Here.”

He reaches out to take the wood from you before you can protest, the pile that nearly filled your arms looking tiny against his larger frame.

You want to become defensive, but stop yourself before you can snap. Your anger is misdirected to him when you’re really upset with yourself.

You give the man a small smile. “Thank you,” you say before gesturing back towards camp. “I think that should be enough for now, we can head back.”

Halsin just nods before moving in step beside you as you both make the short trek back to camp. Neither of you speak at first - you too anxious to bring anything up and Halsin is probably too polite to do the same.

At least you thought.

“You were gone from my tent when I arrive back from a hunt this morning,” he says simply. An observation. Yet it feels like an accusation, or at least a question. But you almost feel like you can hear…disappointment in his words. Hurt.

You don’t look at him, embarrassment blooming in your chest again. You shrug. “I just…figured I’d save us both the awkward embarrassment.”

You’re at the edge of camp now, and you stop next to the dwindling wood pile and start unloading pieces from Halsin arms onto the ground.

“I’m sorry about last night,” you finally say, avoiding his gaze still. “I shouldn’t have drank so much and I definitely shouldn’t have put you on the spot and I just thought that if I left this morning it would save you from having to turn me down again and-“

The last piece of wood falls from your hands as you fumble over your words, but a steadying hand quickly reaches out to grab your own before you can move to pick it up again.

Finally, you turn to look at Halsin, and you’re taken aback to see…amusement twinkling In his eyes, his lips tugging up into a small grin.

“So you do not remember last night?” He asks, head tilting to the side slightly.

You shake your head, frowning. “I mean I don’t - I remember some of it. I remember asking to - to kiss you…” you cringe slightly at the hazy memory. “And then I remember you pulling away and-“

Before you can ramble any further, callused hands cup your cheeks and soft lips capture your own.

A memory comes to you then, as if Halsins touch alone makes it resurface. You remember what you thought was his rejection, then his confession, then his kind words after.

“I want you to remember this.”

He didn’t reject you. He returns your affections, and has for some time now it seems.

You finally kiss him back, your hands falling to his waist and gripping the fabric of his shirt in your hands. He pulls you closer then, lips moving against yours in a way that screams desperation. He’s been holding back for so long, and so have you.

But not anymore.

Yet he pulls away all too soon, leaving you breathless and wide eyed as you look up at him, still gripping onto him as if you’re afraid he’ll disappear if he steps away.

“I don’t think I could have forgotten a kiss like that,” you say, voice soft.

Halsin laughs, a quiet chuckle as his thumb runs soothingly over your cheekbone.

“I will not forget this moment either,” he assures. “But I did not want to risk losing it to the haze of last evening. These things are better enjoyed with a clear mind.”

You can’t help but laugh, despite the seriousness of his words. “You’re not wrong in that,” you say, reaching up to trace gentle fingers over the scars on his brow.

Another memory flickers to mind and you smile as you watch Halsins eyes flutter closed, just like they did last night.

“Halsin,” his name is a whisper on your lips.

He smiles, eyes blinking open once more. “Yes, my heart?”

Gods that nickname.

“Can I kiss you?”

He pulls you closer, nose brushing your own. “You never have to ask, little one. My heart is yours.”

And then his lips are on yours again, and you're silently glad he made you wait. Because he was right.

You don’t want to lose a moment with him, either.

#halsin x reader #bg3 x reader #bg3 halsin x reader #bg3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 halsin #halsin

[azzandra]

Really nice pleasant dream I had last night: it featured one of those evil entities that get sealed away with magic in the backstory of generic fantasy novels. Just a kind of featureless, stormy cloud monster that used to terrorize the populace before getting sealed into a pocket dimension by heroes.

Now, at first the ancient sealed evil is really pissed at this. The pocket dimension is basically a black night overhead, and black sand underfoot. It isn't dark, exactly, because there seems to be light where the monster floats around, but there is literally just nothing in every direction, so it might as well be a void.

Except the monster still leaves footsteps on the sand. Now, if the monster turns one way or the other and loses sight of the footsteps, they disappear by the time it looks back. But that is pretty much all there is in this void.

So the monster sits down one day, reaches out a claw from its otherwise formless cloud body, and draws a single straight line in the sand.

It realizes then that it has created something.

Now, a single line is not impressive, but for a creature that only ever spent its time destroying things, this is its very first act of creation, so it's a monumental accomplishment. What it created isn't as significant as the fact that it created anything at all. It deliberately made that line in the sand, and it was something that would not exist without the monster willing it and acting to make it happen. This is the domain of gods. It's boggling that humans have had this ability from the start.

It adds another line. And another. It arranges the lines and its next epiphany is that patterns can be thus created. It sits in one place, turning slowly as it draws in the sand around it, and by the time it returns to the position it has started, the sand is newly erased and it can draw in it anew. Sometimes, it creates something that it likes so much, that it sits and stares for a very long time, knowing that the creation is impermanent and will disappear when it turns around. It likes the shapes, and sometimes its creations turn out more pleasing than it imagined them before creation.

A long time passes. Centuries? Millennia? The ancient evil does not notice.

This could have been a long, torturous eternity for it, but it went by incredibly fast.

One day, it happens. Some uppity mortals make the ill-advised decision to release this ancient evil upon the world. The pocket dimension wavers, and a rip of bright yellow light appears in the air, showing the monster how to escape its prison.

The ancient evil does not hesitate. It bolts right through this opening. It bolts past figures in black robes, gathered in a circle for the ritual that released it. It bolts past the heavy wooden doors, slamming them open so suddenly that the heroes coming too late to stop the ritual are startled.

It whizzes through the air without stopping, and heads directly to an art supply store.

#dream journaling for fun and profit

[ystrike1]

Hotaru no Yomeiri - By Tachibana Oreco (9/10)

Life is short. Live. That's the vibe I get when I read about a contract killer, and a woman with a weak heart. The beginning of this isn't romantic, but there's such a sweet implication on the first page. It draws you in.

First, we see an old woman crying over her first love.

She's very aware of her position in life. Women aren't really supposed to love. They're supposed to marry. She fell for someone she shouldn't have, and she was unable to forget him for the rest of her days.

What happened?

Satoko is a beauty. She's sixteen and some say she's the most beautiful woman in the world. Her skin is like snow. The gardeners literally stop working to stare at her when she walks outside. She is also the eldest daughter of a noble house, and she has a loving father. Her life couldn't be more perfect.

Sadly, it only looks perfect. Satoko's half sister, Miwako, is a jealous idiot who hates her for being popular. Her stepmother fully supports the bullying, and her loving father is old. He cared for her when she was ill as a child, but now there's no one left to support her. Everyone supports the lady of the house, and Miwako.

Why?

Satoko has a heart condition. The local doctors don't think she'll make it to adulthood. Satoko wants to get married and experience the life she trained for, but she can't. The doctors told her that even walking is potentially deadly for her.

Satoko gets kidnapped. It is highly likely that her stepmother is behind it. The criminals don't want anything but her violent and brutal death. The gang also wants to rape her before that. A lone murderer guards her, in her execution cell. His name is Shinpei. He's only eighteen, but he's already a legendary assassin.

Satoko begs for her life, but it doesn't work. Shinpei only cares about money...and being loved. Shinpei has always wanted a loving relationship, just like her. He doesn't trust anything she says, because she is a rich and spoiled heiress. It's...brutal? He basically psychologically tortures her to figure out what she's willing to do to live. He's definitely not a prince.

She proposes to him. Her family has money. Most likely more money than whoever ordered the hit. Her father will pay dearly for her life, and her husband will be wealthy. That's why men still propose to her, despite her condition. Satoko makes this offer out of desperation, but Shinpei decides to test her for real. If she passes she'll be the only object of his love.

Violence explodes. Shinpei kills at least ten men. He accepts the proposal after Satoko proves she can love him. Satoko says she is not spoiled. She's been prepared for death for years. Marrying Shinpei doesn't scare her. She just wants to live as long as she can. That's...perfect for him. Women have tried to seduce him, because he is powerful, but he had to kill them all when they started to fear him. Basically, he needs a tough woman.

Satoko is his chance to have love. He immediately gets attached. He wants everything. Couple baths. Tender hair brushing. Devotion beyond death. He's lonely, just like Satoko. She also very much needs protection. Deep down she knows her stepmother ordered the hit. Having a killer husband is kind of ideal right now.

Shinpei is twisted. He keeps manipulating Satoko. He wants her to confirm their love over and over. She decides to show him she's ACTUALLY tough. She can't let him keep pushing her around. So, she asks for his heart. Literally, she says her heart is no good and she wants his inside her.

This changes everything. Shinpei realizes that Satoko is not a coward who will kiss his ass to survive. She's not willing to constantly reassure him. He has to participate in the relationship and actually get to know her. This gradual buildup is a good bedrock for love. The best thing about this one is how realistic it is. The kidnapping is brutal. The killing is brutal. The family drama is brutal. It really feels like Satoko is a young woman in need of power. She's not some idealistic girl that can fix everything with her smile.

She has to think.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga #Hotaru no Yomeiri

[otdiaftg]

The King's Men - Chapter Sixteen (18)

Day: Friday, April 12th / 13th* Time: 11:45 PM EST

The club is too loud for Neil to hear Andrew's approach, but suddenly Andrew is pressed into his side by the crowd. Roland looks from Andrew to Neil and back again, brow furrowed a bit in badly-concealed concern. Neil realizes then he is looking for a sign they are all right after what he'd let slip back in January. Nicky knows when he is being ignored, and he has no problem interpreting Roland's searching stare. He interrupts his own story to demand, "Don't you dare tell me you knew about them before I did! Oh my god," he says at Roland's startled, guilty look. "Oh my god, you did. How the hell? We just figured it out a couple weeks ago. How long have you known Andrew was gay?" "Are they a 'them' now?" Roland asks instead of answering. His smile is back, wide and pleased, and he stops filling their tray to pour them shots. Ever the optimist, he sets one out for Neil, too. Nicky passes the glasses out and Neil accepts his after a slight hesitation. Roland plucks his own shot up and tips it in a toast. "I'll drink to that. It's about damned time." "It's not something to be proud of," Aaron says. "Hater," Nicky says, and half-turns to make sure Neil isn't pawning his drink off on Andrew. They knock their drinks back as one and Roland collects empty glasses. Nicky points at Roland as he goes back to mixing drinks. "I noticed you avoided my questions, by the way. You're not sneaky. And what do you mean 'about damned time'?" "You can pry that story out of Andrew," Roland says. "Getting answers out of these two is like trying to get a stone to bleed," Nicky says. "It's impossible and I'm about to get my fingers broken for trying. How'd you know? Is your gaydar more advanced than mine is or—" Nicky's jaw drops as he clues in. "Wait. No way. No way! Did you two —?" "Don't," Aaron cuts in. "Just don't. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to think about it. I want to drink and pretend I don't know any of you." "I thought we were friends," Nicky says to Roland. "How could you keep this from me?" "I'm a bartender," Roland says. "I don't spill drinks or other people's secrets. With that one ill-timed exception," he corrects himself with a small grimace at an impassive Andrew. "Sorry about that, by the way. Didn't mean to jump the gun." "Roland, we are fighting effective immediately," Nicky says with a huff. "Maybe you can win my friendship back with enough drinks tonight. Come on, Aaron, let's see if a table opened up."

Art used with permission by Aymmidumps. Thank you @aymmidumps!

*Due to the Leap Year, I have opted to highlight the day rather than the date to keep the events in occurrence to the 2007 year. I will continue to mark both days accordingly.

#aftg #all for the game #neil josten #tkm #the kings men #the foxhole court #andrew minyard #palmetto state university #psu foxes #andreil #on this day in aftg #otdiaftg #palmetto state foxes #otdi all for the game #nora sakavic #the foxes #on this day in all for the game #kevin day #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #coach wymack #betsy dobson #abby winfield #matt boyd #dan wilds #renee walker #allison reynolds #artists #aymmidumps

[fakeuwus]

GUILTY CONSCIENCE | sim jaeyun

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ guilty conscience by 070 shake

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!jake x nonidol/femreader, just angst man am i sorry, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: lowercase intended, cursing, being drunk, infidelity, gaslighting(?), baby is used as a nickname, one suggestive text, jay is mentioned BRIEFLY

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1.2k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: i know i already did a piece ab cheating but all of my works are inspired by songs or i try to connect them to a song,,, i just feel it sets the tone of the story and its fun to connect a story to a song!! and since this song is one of my favs atm i HAD to write ab it. i definitely recommend u guys listen to the song while reading or even listen to it after. kinda ironic how cheating is one of my pet peeves (i fr despise it sm dont get me started) yet here i am writing ab it lmao. i promise i'll write something more lighthearted and/or anything that isn't angst soon LOL. but hope y'all enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

"5 AM when i walked in, could not believe what i saw"

yn: JAKEY JAKE JAKEY pleaseee come tk the club rn i habent seen u since u got nack :(

jake chuckles at the message as he reads it. he glances over at the clock that reads 4:38 AM. he knows that clubs in korea don’t close until 8 but god damn how are you still partying with your friends this late? he figures that you must’ve had a little too much to drink and your party animals for friends don’t help at all.

jake: ik baby but we had schedules right when we landed and im so tired… how are u even still there rn???

yn: TOO MICJ FUN :D

yn: COME HAVE FUN WITH ME BABY ;)

jake: u make it rlly hard to say no to u

jake: ill be there soon<3

jake sighs as he rises from his bed, making sure not to wake jay who’s fast asleep. he envies how jay can be sleeping so peacefully when jake is experiencing the worst jet lag of his life. you being out at 4 in the morning and his racing mind doesn't help him try to get some shut eye either.

he dresses quickly, making sure it's quiet when he exits the dorms. it’s not his finest fashion moment but he could care less about what he looks like. he’s only going out to see you and to possibly save you from whatever crazy antics you and the girls are up to.

jake isn’t going to lie when he says he hasn’t made the best effort to see you after getting back from tour. but he also didn’t lie when he said his schedule was super jam packed these days. he should’ve immediately ran to you as soon as he landed but he just didn’t have it in him. guilt gnawed away at his heart as he hailed a cab to lead him to the club you were having the time of your life at.

jake enters the back of the club smoothly without drawing any attention. thankfully your friends secured a vip table upstairs in a secluded area, making it easy for clubgoers to not notice that an idol was going to a club at godforsaken hours.

approaching the table he sees you right away. it’s not hard to spot your beautiful red dress, hugging every curve on your body. your long hair flows as you sway your hips back and forth. jake smiles to himself. how did he manage to bag the most gorgeous girl in all of seoul, korea? it was clear you were having way too much fun, giggling and dancing with your friends and-

he quietly gasps. the scene before him makes him halt in his tracks. it was like time stopped and the flashing lights began to blind his vision. his heart rate slowed and his palms were becoming clammy.

maybe he was mistaken. there was no way you would do this to him, he thinks. but there you were cuddled up next to a man, drunk out of your mind. jake can't stand another minute watching you and the mysterious person grind up against one another.

in a blinded rage he rushes towards the guy and pushes him away from you with all of his power. “GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL!” you shriek and the guy stumbles backwards sending a few drinks flying off of a nearby table. “YOU MIND TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE YN?!”

your mouth is agape and your mind is scrambling to figure out what to say. you know you can’t explain how you were practically dry humping a stranger, too shocked and the alcohol still strong in your system. you're struggling to say something, anything to try to make things right.

“and you,” jake turns and gets too close to the man’s face. “she’s clearly too inebriated to make the right decisions. how DARE you take advantage of her like that?!” you’re confused as to why he’s flipping the script and blaming the stranger but jake rips you away from everyone too fast for you to think another second. you stumble as you’re dragged away to a dark corner.

the two of you are standing in awkward silence, no one daring to say a word. your eyes are looking everywhere but jake. you’re too afraid to see what kind of expression his face has. “jake i-” “no. you don’t get to speak right now. there’s nothing you could say to justify what i just saw.”

ragged breaths begin to come out of your mouth and your chest is tightening. “jake please baby i just- i was so drunk and these guys came up to us and…” your sentence trails off, every word you’re saying just sounds so ridiculous at the moment. he’s right. you couldn’t say anything to excuse your wrongful actions.

“and to think i came here at fuck ass o’ clock just to come and see you. i’ve barely gotten an ounce of sleep these days but i gave that up to come because you were BEGGING for me to be here.” his voice is angry and you know he has every right to be screaming at you. at this point tears are threatening to spill from both of your guys’ eyes. “jake… i know i know and i’m so sorry i swear nothing like that-”

“NO. no just no,” he pauses carefully choosing the words he’s about to say next. “you’re right. there won’t be a next time… we’re done.” the tears that brimmed your lashes are now falling. the alcohol that once ran through you is now gone. you move to grab his hand but he takes a step back. the distance between you two grows larger and he seems out of reach.

“jake please we can work this out! please don’t leave me because of this.” your pleas are ringing in his ears but he ignores them. “we can’t come back from this yn. how could you think i’d ever trust you from now on?! don’t contact me ever. have a nice life.” the loud music pounds on the walls just like your heart is in your chest. you’re left alone sobbing, wondering how you managed to fuck up the best relationship you’ve ever had.

jake stumbles out of the club, trying to clutch onto anything to help him out. the fresh breeze of the night blows onto his face and helps him regain his breath. he struggles to get his thoughts together as he walks down the sidewalk back to the dorms.

maybe he was too harsh with the way he spoke to you but he knew it had to be done. seeing you cling onto someone that wasn't him was his ticket out. he knows that you're absolutely going to be broken for awhile but you'll be okay, right? he knows that you're going to blame yourself for this for who knows how long but you're going to be fine in the end, right?

he convinces himself that it's better you than him because now,

he'll never have to admit what he was doing while he was away from you on tour.

"i caught you but you never caught me, i was sitting here waiting on karma, there goes my guilty conscience."

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#nic's library ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ #fakeuwus #jake fic #jake enhypen #enhypen fic #enhypen angst #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun #enhypen au #enha #fanfic #fem reader

[sulfies]

In your heavy bleeding au, does Desmond remember his bleeds or does he just black out during the whole process? Also, does he have certain triggers?

Love all your au stuff btw owo

Im glad my au is infecting everyones brain muhahaha

to answer, when I draw Desmond with yellow eyes and fainting like a damsel I think in my head its one fo 2 things:

1) he is having such a heavy bleed(hehe pun) his body shuts down and all he can do is to live thru the bleed basically, he would not be able to tell its a bleed even if someone told him it was one(they cant tho since he is stuck in the bleed in his head) so he just has to ride it out. It probobly disorients him quiet a bit once he gets out of it for hrs maybe in some cases days.

2) he is having visions from apple and its such heavy knowledge his human brain kinda goes overheat mode.

In the end you can determine yourself (since its an au nothing is set in stone lol) if he remembers or not but for myself:

I think on 1)

he doesnt remember all details, after he is out of the episode he probobly remembers who the bleed was about and some context but not all, but some stuff lingers for few hours sometimes days as mentioned. maybe he finds hard to switch to the language he uses the most or his emotions carry over, like if it was about altair right after he lost his ranks, he feels some petty anger towards Malik he cannot explain but he can figure out it was cocky-altair memories probobly due to context clues. They are probobly like dreams(or nightmares) in a sense where the more he tries to remember the more he forgets about details…

for 2)

He is just not that smart enough (sorry Des ur no Altaïr…)to explain what the apple showed him but he probobly does remember in a sense; if its things like a remedy, a basic invention or instructions that he can learn from a yt video normally he can muscle memory to make em. its more like “how tf did u do that” “uhhh i have no idea” withing a limit lol so he cannot invent phones bc he probobly cant even make a phone in modern day

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for his other heavy bleeds where he is not passed out with eyes all gold I think some of the same rules as 1) apply where he doesnt know he is in a bleed, especially if he is bleeding as someone bc at that moment he thinks he is that person, but someone could snap him out of it if they tried (usually if he is bleeding ezio and actual ezio shows up he can make Des snap out of it but its not foolproof) and afterwards he probobly remembers most of it (to his horror) bc he did actively and physically live thru it. Like w the fic where he thinks there are guards after him but its a bleed, after he learns it is he still remembers them and sees them

but again I think the fun part is u can kinda make Des suffer in anyway you want (again…sorry Des…)so no rules are set in stone, so if you dont want him to remember anything after bleeds you are free to do so and ill probobly break these guides aswell lol

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for triggers hmm i think anything you want could be a trigger lol but it doesnt have to be “triggered” to happen. I think like that other fic when he first time-travels and lands in Italy or Levant he would most likely have a bleed where he thinks he is someone else sooner or later bc the enviroment shocks him and confuses him (as time travel does) so something that “shocks” him can send him into an episode but he could also be totally fine in another scenerio

in my hc w the fainting ones, they are similar to seizures w how they come and go (I do not get seizures so my research is very limited) so sometimes he can guess it will happen few seconds to min before but he cannot stop them and sometimes it just gets him by suprise, for the ones where he doesnt faint he again has no idea when it will happen and most likely cannot tell it will, those ones are probobly more affected by “triggers” but they dont have to be as I said above

ty for askingg sorry to give an essay as response lol

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[cheolism]

where do broken hearts go

✧ kim mingyu x reader

✧ summary: another man's trash, another man's soulmate

✧ genre: friends to lovers, song-inspired, the pain of watching your soulmate cry over heartbreak

✧ notes: where do broken hearts go is one of my favorite songs ever and i couldn't help but write this while i was still in the groove of writing. the heartbreak is between reader and an unnamed man, none between mingyu and reader

✧ wc is approx 1.3k

mingyu remembered how you had looked when that man had rejected you. 

he remembered how at first you were confused; he was too. he was so sure the man would accept your flowers and offer. mingyu would have, after all. he had imagined it, before. he imagined it was him that you had picked out flowers for, but the difference between him and the man you were confessing to was that you knew mingyu loved chrysanthemums the best, whereas with the man thought having favorite flowers was silly.

your hands had fallen, the roses hanging loosely from your grip. you had watched the man walk away, eyes focused on him; mingyu had watched you. watched as your entire figure seemed to drain, all energy and life seeping from your body and leaving with the man. 

he remembered how you cried. god. mingyu hated it when you cried, even when it was 4 a.m. and you were crying at the 24-hour diner because you were drunk and had ran out of maple syrup for your pancakes and were convinced the waitress would hate you because you had to refill it. he hated it when you cried whenever you saw the end of toy story 3. 

he remembered how you cried. god. mingyu hated it when you cried, even when it was 4 a.m. and you were crying at the 24-hour diner because you were drunk and had ran out of maple syrup for your pancakes and were convinced the waitress would hate you because you had to refill it. he hated it when you cried whenever you saw the end of toy story 3. 

but fuck, he hated it with every fiber of his being when you cried from pain. hated it when you were seriously ill and had called him, sobbing into the phone; hated it as you cried over the toilet seat, fever raging through your body. hated it when you couldn’t help the little tears whenever the nurse had to draw blood. 

hated it when you pressed yourself into his chest, burrowing as closely as you could, sobbing as pain from heartbreak stabbed at you. 

mingyu remembered how he had wanted to punch that man square in the face; how he wanted to rewind time and stop you from ever meeting that son of a bitch. he remembered how he had wrapped his arms around you and hummed, letting you cry into his chest until your body sagged against him from exhaustion. 

“i thought -- i thought he liked me --”

he remembered how absolutely crumpled you were in the following weeks. it was as if the man had used you like a tissue, crumpling you up and throwing you aside. 

he remembered the way black constantly lingered beneath your eyes from lack of sleep. he remembered how you couldn’t look at flowers; how you turned down his attempts at getting you outside on your “friend dates”. mingyu remembered how you had whimpered that you shouldn’t be this distraught, that you should really move on. 

“it’s okay,” he had whispered. “he doesn’t deserve you. he wouldn’t have treated you right.”

“i don’t care about being treated right,” you had sobbed. “i just want to be loved.”

you deserved to be treated like a goddess, mingyu had thought. he still thought that. 

months later, long after the crisp air that had accompanied valentine’s day had vanished and was replaced by the humid summer winds, the man appeared again. 

the two of you were in a cafe. it was one you visited often, where the baristas all knew your names and orders. it was another date, and mingyu had you giggling at him as he frantically wiped up his spilled hot chocolate. 

“some things really never change,” you laughed. “and i guess one of them is your clumsiness.”

and then he had appeared, like a bad omen. he darkened up the cafe. you had glanced over at him, as if he was a magnet and you couldn’t help it, and mingyu wished he would’ve agreed to going to the movies like you had suggested. 

“oh,” you had gasped. 

“hi,” the man said, approaching the table. his hands were shoved into his pockets. mingyu didn’t want to admit that he looked good, but. he was clean shaven and strong and broad, and mingyu knew if he were to stand up the two of them would be the same height. “can we talk?”

mingyu straightened. he cleared his throat, and you finally looked back at him. “uh. actually --”

“i regret saying no,” the man rushed out, hovering over you. you leaned back. “i should’ve said yes. i thought i was too good for you, but fuck, i regret it. i’ve regretted it ever since.”

there was a moment of silence. “uh. listen --”

“give me a chance,” the man interrupted again. “please. i’ll treat you like a princess. like a queen.”

but they’re a goddess, mingyu wanted to snap. but this was your conversation to have, and he was going to stay out of it until you asked to help. 

“please. you don’t understand how heartbroken i’ve been over this.”

for a moment you were silent and still. mingyu wondered if you even heard what the man had said. and then you laughed. 

mingyu loved your laughter. he loved it when you were surprised by whatever comment someone made and a little snort escaped you. he loved it when you were breathless with it, trying to gulp in air. he loved it even when you let out a little bark of fake laughter whenever he made a bad joke, knowing it was because you didn’t have the heart to ignore him. 

this laugh was cold and mingyu knew that if it was directed at him he would’ve folded immediately. he would’ve gotten on his knees and apologized. he would’ve begged. 

instead he lifted up his drink and took a sip. 

“you were heart broken?” you asked, tone incredulous. “you? did you feel like you were led on for months? like the person you were talking to was lying about his feelings the entire time? did you feel like you were betrayed? humiliated?”

“listen --”

“no.” you stood, and mingyu hurriedly followed suit. you narrowed your eyes at the man. “you broke my heart and fucking stomped on it. you don’t get to come back and act as if i’m going to just open my arms wide and let you back into my life. you’re an ass. you deserve whatever lonely ass life karma is about to dish out at you.

“now,” you carried on, pushing your chair in. you tipped your head towards the door and mingyu, who was nothing but obedient, rounded the table and joined your side. “me and my boyfriend are going to go somewhere else to carry on our date.”

the man gaped, looking between you and mingyu. mingyu couldn’t help the satisfaction that bubbled up within him, and he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. “kim mingyu?”

“i guess it really was a good thing you rejected me.” you leaned against mingyu, and he bent to press a kiss to the top of your head. “it helped me see what was right in front of me.”

mingyu tucked his hand into your back pocket as the two of you left the cafe, thumb hooking on the belt loop. you sighed, tipping your head up towards him. he swooped down and pressed a kiss to your lips. 

“i really was an idiot,” you murmured, and you pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “can’t believe it took me getting my heart fucking torn out to realize how much i loved you. i’m sorry it took me so long, mingyu.”

he shrugged. “we got here in the end, didn’t we? i would’ve stood by your side until the end of time. you know that.”

“still,” you said. 

it didn’t matter how the two of you got together, he thought. all that mattered was that the two of you found home in another another, loved one another as dearly as flowers loved the sun.

when you came to him crying, he opened his arms; when you were rendered immobile from the pain of heartbreak, when you were unable to move despite the thunder and pouring rain, he built a home around you with his two hands and vowed to protect you. and he would. 

and he will.

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[4acoffee]

A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.

pairing. bakugou x reader

word count. 2.8k words

genre & warnings. fluff, pining but he doesn't realize it, baku in some serious denial, swearing (lot's)

notes. jusus FUCKING christ. im SO glad to be done with this you have no idea. It's been in the works for like three months I'm so done with this fic. pls lemme know if u like it if this flops ill cry. also sorry i havn't posted in like forever im a loser i know.

Katsuki Bakugou does not have crushes.

Crushes, were for stupid schoolboys and stupid girls.

Like you.

Yea, — if anyone had a crush, it had to be you. That's why you only smiled at him when he was looking at you. It's why you never tried to make eye-contact with him during class. It's why you never talk to him outside of class, and always walk on the other side of the hallway, and laugh at shitty hair's lame jokes.

There's no way someone like him, would like anyone like you.

Raccoon eyes was an idiot for even putting such an absurd thought in his head.

And it all started because he ran out of those stupid pencils.

Which was those dumbass's fault too. That week, dunce face broke all his pencils trying to do a ghost summoning trick in class and begged him to let him borrow one of his pencils. Which was annoying, but not a big deal because he's Katsuki and he was always fucking prepared.

But then, raccoon eyes lost her shit at the ugly grape fuck during class, and accidentally dissolved her only pencil in a fit of rage. Which meant he lost another one to her.

And then that same week, shitty hair was testing his strength on pencils, snapping them in half with and without his quirk, so he lost five pencils to his useless antics.

So by the time Friday rolled around, he had just one mechanical pencil left to get him through the day. Which would have been fine, ― if he didn't run out of lead right in the middle of fucking English class.

Now, he could have asked the teacher for a pencil, but she was this dusty, old hag, and Katsuki was known in his class for aggravating her to the point where her veins popped out on her face, and she would screech at him like a mad banshee. And Katsuki would rather pull out his own nails and stick them in his eyeballs like push-pins, than face the lecture she would no doubt give him if she found out he had come to class "unprepared".

So now, he was stuck, pissed off at everyone, multiple writing assignments to finish, a professor who never liked him, zero patience, and completely lacking in pencils.

Fuck his life.

And the day would have only gotten worse, if it wasn't for you.

He doesn't know how you knew that he needed a pencil. Then again, since you so clearly liked him, you must have been watching him all the time. You must have seen the miffed look on his face and noticed how he was furiously clicking his pencil for any lead.

Most people who didn't know him personally tended to steer clear of him for the most part. So needless to say, he was mildly surprised when small, quiet, you — tapped his desk with your little ink covered fingers.

You never spoke out much in class, and Katsuki only knew you as the voiceless girl who sat next to him in class and constantly kept at least one earbud in, drawing on your hands or doodling on the corner of your paper when the teacher was talking.

He figured it would be a miracle if you were even passing this class.

But when he turned to you with narrowed eyes, you held his gaze carefully, and held out a new pencil to him.

At first, he's less than pleased, ― Katsuki wasn't gonna just accept help from some random extra.

But you shook the pencil at him, urging him to take it, and he once again meets your eyes, ― long enough to realize that you had to be one of the prettiest girls he's ever met.

Brilliant, and mildly amused, your gaze held a sense of thinly veiled curiosity that peeked through the serene look on your face, the sun peeking out behind you cast small shadows down the curve of your cheeks from your eyelashes and, and ―

― and he had been staring for way to long.

Scowling, he snatched the pencil out of your grasp and turned to his assignment, pretending to read the instructions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you curl over your own paper and get back to work.

For the rest of class, he stole small, fleeting glances at your focused form.

He decided that he absolutely hated the way your hair looked glossy and soft in the light filtering through the window. And the way you tapped your foot on the floor to the beat of whatever music you listened to, and the intricate designs you often drew on your hands, slightly smudged where your fingers held your own pencil.

The bell signaling the end of class snapped him out of his stupor and he angrily stood up, sending his chair back with the force and shoving papers in his bag.

He's half way down the hallway to his next class when he realizes he's still holding your pencil.

He stares down at it with a glare and considers throwing it in the trash for a second.

Your face pops in his head for a second, (rather rudely, and unnecessarily if he might add), and he grimaces before shoving it haphazardly somewhere behind him in his bag.

.

The next day, Bakugou stomps over to class, fully restocked with his own pencils.

He sits down in his usual seat and glances at you without thinking. You were reading the board at the front of the class, but you turned your head to him when you felt his gaze on you.

His slouching position immediately straightened at a backbreaking speed like a soldier at attention.

Instantly, he wanted to howitzer himself into the next dimension.

What was he so damn jumpy for??

He fixed you with a defensive glare, like his ears didn't feel so annoyingly hot, "What!? Hah? I don't need your stupid pencils today. " he bit out.

You squinted at him, and his annoyance only heightened when he noticed the way your lips twitched upwards in amusement.

Did you think he was fucking funny or something?

"Ah, ― ok." You replied.

He twitched in his seat as he watched you turn your attention away from him and to something on your phone.

That was it?

That was fucking it?

He accepts your help one time and suddenly you can't spare him more than a fucking two word reply?

A voice in the back of his head tells him that he's never cared before exactly how many words a girl says to him, and he promptly tells said voice to shut the fuck up.

He glowers for the rest of class and makes it a point to not even glance in your general direction.

It works more or less to his favor, until he starts seeing you show up around him and everywhere outside of his class.

The moment he sees your eyes turn in his direction in the hallways, he swivels his head away so fast he nearly gets whiplash from the force.

Your outside after school waiting for a ride and he scowls when you don't even look up at him from your phone when he walks stiffly in front of you.

He catches you make icy hot crack a smile with some stupid joke in the lunch line and he almost combusts into a nuclear explosion on the spot when you ruffle his hair affectionately. How, and why the fuck were you acting so familiar with that damn candy-cane bastard?

The annoying voice in his head from earlier prompts him to go and place himself between the two of you, ― a physical divider, ― but he immediately brushes it off again. He chastises himself for even allowing such ridiculous thoughts enter his head over a useless extra like you.

Unfortunately, Katsuki in time comes to find that you’re not as useless as you seem.

As raccoon-eyes eventually manages to drag you into their tight knit group of friends, he begrudgingly realizes that there is much more to you than just ink covered fingers and pretty eyes.

Your one of the top students at the school. Picking up things easily, you don't pay much attention in school because you prefer to and work better doing things in your own time. You, however, make a horrible teacher, and any attempts to tutor his so called friends into shape, end in more jokes cracked than brains, and it's all too easy for you to dissolve into half giggles and smart remarks with them.

Your also, a little shit, he discovers, much to his chagrin.

"I still can't believe you go to bed at 8:30 like an old man."

The sly gleam of your eye when you join forces with his friends to tease him makes him want to slap his hands directly over your stupid eyes because he hates the way he's so automatically drawn to them.

And that stupid fucking twitch of your lips whenever he speaks to you. Like your trying to hold back a smile. Why the fuck do you do that. The fuck is wrong with you. Just smile like a normal person dammit.

So fucking distracting.

Especially when he began bringing you new, colorful pens for you to draw with for when yours ran out of ink. And the wipes he keeps stored in his bag for the teachers that kept threatening to email your parents if they saw you drawing on yourself during class.

God, you had to be the worst thing that's ever happened to him.

Which he swears is the only thought running through his head as he sits next to you at the library with his chin in his hands.

Definitely nothing having to do with the fading sun weaving through your hair in strands of gold, or the plush of your lips when you bite into them distractedly.

And your godamn eyes. Calm, sweet little almond eyes, so, ― pretty.

(Seriously, when the fuck did he start using words like "pretty").

It takes him a second to sense that said eyes were now focused on him. Unwavering and almost downright pleased in a way that made his hands clam up and saliva build up in his mouth.

"Hey Bakugou, you in there?" You ask cheekily.

He bites back a snarl, "Fuck off, tiny."

You raise your hands in mock surrender. "Ok, Ok, ― just making sure we didn't lose you into the void, you were looking pretty intense there."

"Shuddup I was just thinking."

"About me?"

"No, what the fuck?!" He yells, ignoring the librarian who sent him a stern look from her desk.

You snicker and he almost jolts out of his seat when you scoot your chair way too close to him.

You jostle his feet under the table and he kicked back impulsively. What he wasn't expecting, was for you to purposefully tangle your legs together, pulling yourself to the very edge of your seat.

Suddenly your face is right in front of his and he stiffens when you twist your fingers into the sleeve of his school uniform.

"Aw, you don't like me then?"

He absolutely hates the way he can hear the blood pumping into his ears.

"No, I fucking hate you. You're the worst."

"..."

"Oh."

Suddenly, you turn your eyes away from him and to your lap, lowering your eyebrows. Your lips fall into a deep pout that leaves him wanting to smush your cheeks together in his hands.

You look utterly crestfallen.

"That's kinda mean yunno." You say to him softly. "I really thought you liked me Bakugou."

He blinks at you in alarm.

He wasn't actually expecting you to take him seriously. You never do any other time. You knew there was hardly ever any real malice behind his words to his friends.

Right?

"It's ok if you don't, I understand. But, uh, I'm gonna go home now." You say quietly, without meeting his eyes.

Shit, ― he thought.

Did I, actually go too far?

You remove your fingers from his sleeve and make to grab your things to leave.

He panics, he couldn't let you go like this!

Frantically, he grabs your hand and pulls you close to him.

"The fuck are you talking about?! Are you that stupid?"

You look at him sullenly and try to pull away. He doesn't let go, but stands up to keep you pushed against the table.

Katsuki is reeling at the feeling of your skin under his, but tries to keep himself focused on the situation.

"Of course I fucking like you, dumbass." He nearly growls without looking at you face.

"I always buy you shit and make you food don't I? You think I'd spend my money and time on ya' if I didn't like you." Katsuki says simply.

"Thoughtcha' already knew you were my favorite." He mutters.

He looks up at you and freezes on the spot.

You have the most shit-eating look he's ever seen on your face and he later swears left and right to himself that he spots the slightest flush spreading across your cheeks.

You're goddamn eyes are once again so damn bright and he can barely process anything else with the way you're smiling at him.

"Bakugou,―i'm your favorite?!" You blurt out.

"I knew it! I can't believe I got you to admit it!!" You said horribly happily.

Katsuki stares at you in disbelief. Was that all a fucking act?

Your positively glowing now and Katsuki wants nothing more than to slap himself for falling for your stupid tricks again. How fucking dare you use your goddamn face against him like that. You were just playing with his feelings at this point.

He's about to tear his hand off your arm in a fit of anger when you pause you giggling and suddenly grab him by the collar of his uniform and bring his ear right next to your lips.

"Yunno, ― your my favorite too ok? Don't forget that." You whisper conspiratorially.

Your breath on his skin makes him nearly tremble, and he just knows that you can feel how hot his face his when you press your lips to his cheek in a chaste kiss before pulling away to grab your things and disappear just as quickly.

Katsuki is sure that he probably looks like he just got hit by a truck.

A dazed grin makes it's way onto his face that he desperately tries to hold back, but fails as his fingers brush the spot where your lips just were.

All at once the feeling fades when his eyes meet the absolutely delighted looks of his friends from across the library.

They make all sorts of kissy faces and obscene gestures that has his face looking the same color as his ruby eyes.

He scowls deeply and turns to make his way angrily out of the library.

As he passes a window, he pauses when he catches sight of your figure walking across the campus.

Ink-covered fingers pressed to your lips.

-

If there's one thing most people don't know about Bakugou's friends, it's just how perceptive they really are. Their normally aloof and carefree behavior seems to veil the fact that they are indeed future heroes and they have trained to be finely tuned to each others behavior.

So it didn't take long for them to notice a shift in the actions of their angry blonde buddy.

It took even less time to connect the dots to you.

And naturally, ― they began scheming.

Perhaps not scheming per say, ― as they watched Bakugou zone out in your direction for the nth time that day at the library, Mina smacked Denki over the head one day for using that word.

"We're not scheming anything Denks." she whispered.

"Then why are we whispering?" He muttered back, rubbing his head with a grimace.

She sighed deeply and massaged her temples.

"We just need a way to get him to realize that he's feeling an emotion outside of acute bloodlust and anger for once." she explained.

"So then what, do we like, plot an intervention or something?" Sero supplied.

Mina, for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, with great effort, resisted the urge to send an acid quirk infused slap in his way.

Sensing this, Kirishima was quick to pipe in, "C'mon guys, nothing like that, Bakubro just need a little push in the right direction, is all."

Mina nodded in approval.

"Blasty's smart, he'll understand what needs to be done once he works out his feelings. Hopefully."

A mummer of understanding passed through most of the group.

Sitting up straight and cracking her knuckles, Mina whipped out a pen and piece of paper like a weapon, "Alright boys, don't worry, your girls got just the plan."

Kaminari made a face like he just struck gold.

"Ohhhh! Okay. So we're planning an intervention."

"For FUCKS SAKE―"

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

@kikker-oma Happy birthday, my beloved frined! <3 Enjoy <3

Four hummed as he puzzled over the clues all around them. He, Hyrule, and Legend were trapped in a room with only their wits to get them out (or if they just asked the dungeon master, but there was no fun in that). It was a somewhat small space, but it was blessedly quiet, only with some gentle brain tickling music playing in the background. No beeping of monitors, no overthinking if something was going to be detrimental to someone's life. Just the thrill of puzzle solving with no repercussions if anything went wrong, and good company to boot.

The clues were obscure, to be sure. A clock with no pendulum and an upside down drawing of an elephant, a locked chest with three giant numbers, a table with a jewelry chest that had two drawings that could rotate, and three frames on the wall, one with a series of numbers, and the other two with symbols that resembled the Zora dialect, though Four wasn't entirely sure it was actually Zoran.

"There's an elephant on this chest, just like on the clock," Hyrule noted, immediately flipping the image of the elephant on the furniture to match the clock. That helped pop open the jewelry chest, which revealed the missing pendulum, but there was clearly more to be solved. Four eagerly added his own observations, how certain symbols had dots over them, which might indicate an order to a lock.

Legend, however, was silent.

"You notice anything, Ledge?" Four asked as he and Hyrule were stumped by the next step. "And, out of curiosity, is that actual Zoran on the wall? You understand their language, right?"

Legend glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, obviously distracted. "Hm?"

Four stared at him a moment. "The... the Zoran... are you okay?"

At the question, Hyrule immediately turned to face Legend fully, eyes analyzing him from head to toe, and then he relaxed a little, not finding any obvious sign of injury or illness. "Need another energy drink?"

"Another?" Four repeated. "You don't even work today!"

Legend huffed. "Still need them."

"Okay, but then what's wrong?" Four questioned again.

Legend shook his head. "Nothing. What part are we stuck on?"

Hyrule glanced between the nurses, a quiet resolve turning his face to stone, and then he looked back at the clock pendulum. "We need a code to get this out of the box. And Four was curious if the Zoran on the wall was legit."

Legend looked at the framed words and immediately shook his head. "Some of them are close, but it's just gibberish."

"How do you know Zoran anyway?" Four had been wondering about that, and maybe it would distract him.

"I've traveled a lot. Did an assignment in the Domain, picked up on some of it."

Well, at least Legend was talking now. Four wasn't quite sure what was up, but clearly something was. Maybe it was as simple as being tired; maybe Legend did need an energy drink. But still...

The trio got through yet another clue, managing to get the pendulum back on the clock, but were still puzzling over the the locked cabinet which held the key they would need to escape the room. Four found his stamina draining as he had been working all day, but Hyrule was poring over every item in the room, stubborn as ever to figure this out.

And Legend had zoned out again.

"Ledge... are you sure you're okay?" Four asked quietly, trying not to attract Hyrule's attention and put his friend on the spot. That was usually the quickest way to get Legend to deflect, after all.

"I'm tired, okay?" Legend fired back a little snippily. "Just tired."

"Let's get coffee afterward," Four offered.

Legend huffed good naturedly. "That isn't gonna cover it."

"Got it!" Hyrule shouted as he opened the cabinet. The key inside barely had an instant to glisten in the light before Hyrule snatched it and opened the door to the exit. He smirked at Legend. "Guess we'd better get that coffee, then."

The emergency nurse rolled his eyes.

The trio settled at a café nearby just as it started to rain, and between the water droplets sliding down the window and the dim, calm lighting of the room, Four nearly nodded off before he could drink his coffee. Hyrule sipped happily at his hot chocolate while Legend stared outside, his triple espresso sitting forgotten on the table.

"Does this have to do with the trauma patient?" Four finally asked, trying to confirm his suspicions. He himself hadn't taken care of the patient, but Legend clearly had since he'd asked about the outcome earlier in the evening.

Legend took a slow, weary breath, and turned his attention to his drink. "Shit happens. I'm just tired."

Yep. That was what this was about.

Four wasn't entirely sure how to address this issue. He'd been a nurse for a year now, and though he'd had a few patients die, he himself was still figuring out ways of handling it. He remembered when Sky had checked up on him after that one awful slew of shifts, how everyone had trickled through, stopping by his place, bringing him food, letting him rest and talk and cry and do whatever he needed. Four had felt well supported and loved, and he'd been eternally grateful for it.

But the weariness Legend showed, the shield of indifference he put up... it wasn't how Four coped. So Four wasn't sure what to do. He glanced uncertainly at Hyrule, who was watching Legend in silence. His paramedic friend could be equally distant, though not so cold. Four found himself wishing Dot or Sky or Malon or Twilight were here. They were much better at this.

"It sucks," Four acknowledged, feeling like that woefully underplayed it but not sure what else to say.

Legend looked at him a moment, and Four wanted to melt into the bench, but then the travel nurse smiled. He bit his lip, his gaze dropping back to his espresso, and he muttered, "Yeah. It does."

That was all the conversation Four could drag out of him, but when Hyrule started to talk about some funny stories from the ambulance, Legend followed along with calmer energy. Four gave in to the conversation, tossing jokes and inane topics back and forth, and Legend eventually started to chime in a little. By the time the three were preparing to leave, the atmosphere seemed less tense overall. Four offered to give Hyrule a ride home, but Hyrule said he could walk from there, and the three all parted ways.

Four hoped that somehow he had helped. The smile on Legend's face seemed to indicate as such, at least.

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Hello! I’m the one who had requested about Rindo with his dream girl today☺️ Whichever you prefer, as long as it’s about what the Tenjiku members thought of her when they first met. Also, I just wanted to say that I completely understand if you're currently very busy and can't fulfill the request right away. There's no pressure and you can take as much time as you need. If possible, could you also write a scenario or a short one shot about Mikey x the "dreamer" type and how they met? Thank you so much for considering my request!

A/N: Hi there! Just wanted to let you know that I have written a short one-shot for Mikey x the "dreamer" type, but I apologize as I wasn't able to come up with anything for Rindō just yet. I'm working on it though! Hope you enjoy this in the meantime!💘

Based on these headcanons: Dream Girl

Synopsis: Mikey encounters a peculiar girl whom he can't help but feel intrigued by.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Sano Manjirō X Female Reader

⚠️ WARNING: Reader gets harassed on her way home.

Word Count: 1.7K

It was quite late in the evening as you were going back home after finishing your shift at a local café. Usually, you would have enough time to take the subway, but today your shift turned out to be a bit longer, due to a coworker suddenly falling ill. You didn’t mind though, as it meant extra cash for you.

As you walked down the unfamiliar streets, you could hear some distant noises. You didn't give them much thought, though, as they seemed far away from your current location—at least, that was your interpretation.

You were humming quietly to yourself, swaying your school bag back and forth in tandem with your slightly dancing footsteps. Against the night sky, dozens of bright stars illuminated the pathway back home, and the dazed part of your mind believed that some unnatural force was guiding you towards your soulmate.

Suddenly, you heard some whistles and realized that the sounds, which had seemed distant before, were now much closer. As you blinked in surprise, your gaze fell upon a group of boys who appeared to be a few years older than you. It was only then, as you broke eye contact with one of them, that you noticed he wasn't the only one whose gaze had been fixated on your lonely figure.

"What are you doing outside this late, sweetness?" One of the males slurred, making you visibly cringe at the action. A wave of nausea was beginning to rise within your body as the boys began to advance toward you.

They reminded you of a pack of hyenas, which was a parallel that you did not wish to draw since the species had always interested you. These boys, however, brought no other emotion than utter disgust, as you felt physically close to throwing up with each step that they took.

Instinctively, you took a step back and pursed your lips. A part of you wanted to scream, but you were afraid of the consequences that may follow. By appearing calm, you hoped to create an opportunity to escape. Perhaps, if they believed there was no danger, they would let their guard down at some point.

As they encircled you, you couldn’t help but continuously curse yourself out for using your phone so much during the day. Perhaps if you still had some battery, you could’ve easily made a run for it while trying to call for help.

Realizing that you had nothing to lose, you began to scream to the point that your lungs began hurting. However, this did not last long as one of the males lunged forward, pushing you painfully against the cold stone wall behind you.

While the group of boys carried you to a nearby alleyway, you continued to thrash around. The tallest one spoke in a low, menacing tone, his much larger hand still kept over your mouth. “Shut it, or else,” he warned. However, before he could pull his hand away, a loud scream pierced the empty streets as he felt a sharp pain from your harsh bite.

A second later, sudden pain resonated through your body as you landed harshly on the concrete. You groaned in response, attempting to sit up. Your left hand went up to rub your now sore cheek as a blooming pink hue slowly appeared on the surface.

You don't remember much of what happened during your momentary blackout. It's obvious that you didn't faint, but everything around you was too fuzzy to comprehend. Although you heard some noises, they seemed to be far away, and your vision was too blurry to make out what was going on.

You felt a much gentler tap on your shoulder, causing you to blink a few times as you tried to make out the silhouette of the person in front of you. "Am I dreaming?" You mumbled with a dazed expression, as the person's features became more prominent.

"Hmm, I don't know, are you?" The voice sounded smoky and seemed to belong to a young male. There was a slightly teasing lilt to it, but you found it soothing nonetheless.

You didn't answer straight away, finding yourself entranced by the pools of onyx that seemed to be staring right into your soul. They were black but bottomless, a stark contrast to the star-filled sky hanging above the two of you. And, the longer you held eye contact with the stranger, the more it felt as if they were sucking you into the void.

“This must be destiny,” you spoke, [e/c] hues watching him in amazement. He was just so beautiful.

The male tilted his head and interjected, "Oh?" An amused smile soon followed. You were still too dazed to realize how strange your words must have sounded, and the amusement in his gaze didn't deter you from asking, "Can I touch you?"

This elicited a chuckle from the boy, as he found your question utterly ridiculous. “Why?” He questioned, wondering what else your strange little mind would come up with this time.

"Because I need to make sure that you’re not just a fragment of my imagination," the blond looked at you with intrigue as he took in your words. An unidentifiable glint appeared in his eyes.

He took a step forward, inspecting you further in silence before voicing his thoughts. “Do you not trust your eyesight?”

“Not at all," came the breathless reply, causing the male’s onyx eyes to blink in confusion at your statement. Although everything you had said so far sounded strange, he couldn't help but wonder if you had just dropped your glasses while being harassed by those bastards.

As soon as the thought entered his mind, however, he quickly shook it off. He felt sure that if you really hadn't seen him, you would have acted slightly differently. “You must have a vivid imagination,” he mused, a small smile appearing on his face.

The boy leaned closer to you before stretching out his hand. He didn’t even need to say anything as your hand went up to connect with his, acknowledging the unspoken command that had been told through his eyes.

Hoisting you up, the boy asked curiously, “What’s your name?”

Crossing your arms in a form of fake haughtiness, you spoke in a condescending manner. "As my knight in shining armor, you ought to introduce yourself before asking for any personal information."

"The Invincible Mikey is what I go by," stated the boy with amusement as he bowed courteously to you. This caused a blush to spread across your cheeks, and you began to feel slightly flustered by his antics.

It wasn't the first time a boy had tried to play along with your shenanigans, but usually, they had a hard time keeping up with you. Quite often, you would quickly find them boring, perhaps because you realized that they didn't truly enjoy the play and were only trying to appease you.

You have always dreamed of meeting 'the one' - someone who would be happy to fulfill your desires and do anything to satisfy your needs. But you didn't want him to do so just because he found you pretty. Instead, you longed for a boy who would happily comply with your requests simply because he enjoys doing so and wants to see you happy.

However, not wanting to make things too easy for him, you continued to play around. "I believe that doesn't count as a formal introduction," you huffed, now facing the other side in mock annoyance.

“How am I ever to find you if you decide not to tell?” Now it was Mikey's turn to play pretend, puckering his lips into a childish pout as he tried to get your attention back. "Or do you believe that your parents are going to give a delinquent such as I, permission to taint their sweet little princess?"

After sparing the blond boy a small glance, you finally spoke, “Free me from the shackles that they have forced me to carry and we shall see who’ll be the one searching for me in the end.”

"Is the princess asking her knight to take her far away from this land to experience a life filled with adventures?" For the first time during this whole conversation, you felt utterly speechless. The young male, Mikey, took a step forward, his gaze completely fixated on your bewildered figure.

You've never been one to trust words alone. However, this boy spoke with such conviction that it was hard to deny the truthfulness behind them. Still, a part of you felt uncertain as to why he was so insistent on a stranger like yourself.

As you shot him a glare, he couldn't help but find your expression utterly adorable, a fact that you were completely oblivious to. Your tone became slightly harsher than before as you spoke, “If the knight is willing to sacrifice everything he has for their love, she’ll be happy to follow.”

Not feeling deterred in the slightest by the sudden change in your voice, Mikey took yet another step towards your figure as he spoke. “Unfortunately, fair lady, your knight does not possess a horse, but instead a black motor-driven machine, which he hopes will suffice for their journey together.” A grin stretched across his gorgeous—and cute—face.

You felt your blush deepen as you couldn't help but think his smile was very pretty. There was something about him that made you feel exposed, but in a good way. Never had you ever met someone who had managed to elicit such strong emotional responses from you, and the butterflies in your stomach were swarming chaotically, making you completely overwhelmed.

You loved the feeling, however, as it had made you feel much more alive than you had felt in your entire life. The smug grin that he was presenting did nothing to make the former annoyance return. Oh, who were you lying to? That annoyance had never been much more than self-fabrication.

“So this really is destiny,” you spoke up dazedly, taking a hold of his, once again, outstretched hand before following his figure out of the alleyway.

The boy led you quietly towards his bike, before turning around with a knowing glint in his coal-black eyes. "I'd like to believe it's fate," he said with a flirtatious wink, before turning back to face the road as the both of you disappeared into the darkness of the night.

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ The art of Beauty ╝

Premise: Tengen never thought possible to fall in love so bad that he'd want to give away his freedom and finally settle down. Who said a flamboyant life can't have a bit of loving~?

Word Count: 3472

Note: This is set up in the Kimetsu academy world, just so you know~ ☀️

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Life around the Kimetsu academy wasn’t always as fun as some may think it is.

Being a teacher in it, to be exact, can be a little bit of a pain in the ass. Especially if you like blowing things up.

Uzui Tengen wasn’t like the other teachers who went to refined universities, got a few degrees under their belt or came from important families with money.

He spent his youth doing things he wasn’t as proud of now as he was back then. 

Leading a gang for example.

Though, they were an artistic one, or that’s what he likes to think. They rarely got into fights, and their only crime was to “vandalize property”, in other words, he liked to draw everywhere, to leave his mark in walls, benches, trash cans, you name it. And he was good at it at that, the old lady from the bakery even gave him free bread for a week for doing a lovely flower pattern on her door, it made her shop trend in social media as others came to take pictures of the door and her sales went over the roof. Even to this day she still sneaks an extra something in his bag.

His art was beautiful, very expressive, sorrowful even; he captured the image of a person very well and there was no better way to show his appreciation than by ruining one of their walls, or two. 

When he started getting in real problems though, was when he started blowing things up. Art indeed explodes with this man, literally. But he never harmed anyone.

Coming from a past like this was unheard of for the prestigious Kimetsu academy, yet he was offered the art teacher position when the principal saw one of his beautiful murals. She wanted their kids to fully understand art, to see how it can actually move someone to tears, or even make someone contemplate their entire life. Art is something magestic, and having someone that understands it as well as Tengen wasn’t easy to come by. So, forgoing all the paperwork and all the problematic selection process, he was made their refined arts teacher.

But Tengen being who he is, wasn’t able to keep his profile low.

From the very beginning rumors about his past were heard in every corner of the school, how he was a ganster, a former one at least, how his big muscles were from going into big fights, some rumors even said he had killed three; none of this was true of course, but instead of making him a feared figure, it made him loved by many.

He was the only teacher who wasn’t as hooked by the rules as the others; rules were meant to be broken after all. So, as long as his students were willing to indulge him in whatever it was he wanted them to do that week, he rarely even spoke ill to any. He didn’t really care if they had their phones in their pocket, or if they arrived a few minutes late. Nobody had to ask for permission to go to the restroom, nor cared if they munched on a snack. 

Not only that, but his classes were fun. 

He had the craziest of ideas and made them all go out of their comfort zone constantly, wanting his students to experience different things as to him, that’s the only right way of growing up.

“Gansta-sensei, where are we going? We’ve walked for what? Fifteen minutes?” Zenitsu was clinging to Tanjiro’s arm, gasping for air as his friend was nearly carrying him at this point.

“We are painting clouds. You need to be closer to them to to fully understand them, duh…” he decided to take them on a hike today, combining Tomioka’s class with his own, a bit of exercise helps creativity flow, that’s why he’s so muscly, he combines them all the time.

“Can’t we just like, imagine a cloud? Or google it? Everyone knows what clouds look like…”

“No. You can’t. The hike is part of Tomioka’s lesson, not mine, go whine at him instead. That’s why you’re so pony, can’t even take a little stroll.”

“A LITTLE stroll??? Is that what this is to you, sensei? Because my lungs are burning like never before…I might actually be dying right now-? Oh my GOD?” 

“Just breath, Jesus…Tomioka, your student is about to pass out. I’m going to head up first to get things ready at the top.” with a short nod, Giyuu went to help Tanjiro carrying Zenitsu who currently had foam coming out of his mouth and was wailing like a child.

They chose the mountain closer to the school, it was a good 2km hike, nothing too bad, and it was a beautiful day, the sun shining down at them, a perfect day to paint some clouds. There weren’t many, but they all had fun shapes and the landscape of the mountains around framed them to perfection.

While he was setting up the supplies, however, a tiny playful corgi jumped out of a bush, aiming for his hood. 

The attack was nothing but child’s play, but Tengen lost three lives at the moment.

The first one was when the dog jumped at him. He didn’t know it was there, it was completely silent all the time and made his moves quietly. A true ninja.

The second was when he saw the hood of his favorite sweater chewed on and wet with puppy drool. It wasn’t destroyed, thankfully, but still pretty disgusting.

But the third life was the worse, and that was when he saw the owner of said puppy dog. 

“Tengen-kun? Is that you?” 

“(Y/N)…?” 

Back in high school, there was a girl who sat behind him during class. She was way shorter than him and could never see the board. This ended up forcing them into a weird friendship that managed to get Tengen to graduate from high school as he actually had to pay attention and take notes for you.

Yet, you had gotten a scholarship to go abroad and get your degree, you’d be out of the country for who know’s how long and the things just died out, naturally.

Something he failed to mention though, is how he’s always had a huge crush on you.

The way you’d always try to peek through the gaps of his biceps at the board, how the tip of your tongue came out of your mouth when you were copying his notes, how you’d share your snacks with him, laugh at his silly stories, you were the only girl who didn’t mind he was involved in some dubious activities outside of school, and he ended up falling for you in no time.

Saying it didn’t hurt to see you leave would be a lie. But he’s not someone that gets tied down by anyone. He’s a free man and nobody would change that.

“Yes! Look at you!! You look…wow I mean yes, you look good!” your slight mumbling and rosy cheeks were making the man go blank. He wasn’t ready for this, what was he supposed to say?

“When did you come back? I….I didn’t know…”

“Oh well, that’s because I got back the day before yesterday! I just got my dog out of its quarantine and its going a little crazy, I’m sorry…Is your hoodie ok?” so you weren’t avoiding him, you literally just got back…

“And you changed your number, you goofball! How was I supposed to let you know? I sent you a message in your insta but seems like you don’t check that often either…”

“Oh I get a bunch of spam so I turned my notifications off, I’m sorry.” you even tried to let him know…still think about him even…can this day get any better?

But he spoke too soon. While you were picking up your tiny dog who kept on chewing on his hood, his students finally reached the top, groaning in pain.

“Oh my god! Gansta-sensei! Is that one of your three wives?” you almost dropped your dog…

“What? No, and I told you I don’t have three wives, dammit! That’s just a rumor! I live in a shared house, they just happen to live there too!” his explanation was a bit unnecessary, it’s not like the kids needed to know all that, but he was panicking, how can this kid be this annoying? Seriously, could he even chose a worse moment to ruin? 

Relief was visible on your beautiful face and for that Tengen was thankful.

“Go do your work kids, I want at least two different clouds and I don’t want just the sky and two white mushes, you heard me Inosuke? You have to take elements of nature into consideration, that’s all I’m gonna say, go be creative.” you were in awe, looking at him like if it was your first time meeting. He wasn’t just way bigger than he was before, but more handsome and responsible too, he actually looked like an adult, to a surprising degree.

“You’re a teacher?”

“Yeah, an art teacher…can you believe that? Me? A teacher?” his loud rambotious laugh was contagious, making you giggle, “Yes I believe it. You’ve always been fantastic at it. Remeber when you had to help me with your notes? You were always patient and helpful. Besides your murals were always breathtaking.” he was suddenly selfconssious at the fact that you remembered his art works, that you believed he could be a good teacher, nobody gives him credit for that, nobody believed in him, except the principal of the school of course. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, something he’s never felt before, even if he’s dated a bunch of girls in the past.

“Gimme your new number, I gotta get this little delinquent back home, but it’d be pretty cool if we could meet later…and hang out?” you were looking at him through your oh so pretty lashes, making his insides turn to mush in seconds.

“Yeah sure, of course! Here.” he handed you his phone and you saved yourself as contact, dialing your number right after to save his.

“I’ll text you later then! I have time tonight if that’s ok with you~”

“Hey Tanjiro…” Zenitsu was crouching down behind a tree, paying as close attention as he could to the scene unfolding. “Pssst…Tanjirooooo….”

“What is it Zenitsu? I’m trying to draw that dragon cloud over there but it looks more like a cat….”

“Stop talking about stupid clouds and come here! Look, sensei’s got a hot date!”

Even when they thought they were being as quiet as possible, you both heard them which made you chuckle and Tengen blush.

“These damn kids, I swear…”

“Well he isn’t wrong, isn’t he handsome~?” throwing him a playful wink, you went back down the mountain with your tiny dog; your little workout outfit pulling hearts out of Tengen’s eyes as he stared at your retrieving form. “Yeah, he’s definitely not wrong…hot damn (Y/N)…”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Saying he spent all day texting you was an understatement, the man didn’t even eat his lunch, forget about the damn clouds, nothing was more pressing for him at that moment that to get back into your life.

True to his student’s statement that morning, he in fact lived with three women. He didn’t lie though, the rumor of them being all his wives was definitely not true, law would not allow such a thing.

But what he omitted was how he had indeed been with all of them. More than once.

While they were all beautiful, professional, and wonderful women, to him they were just always there. It was not fun, there was no thrill, they threw themselves at him since the very beginning and he just went with the flow.

You were different.

Even after knowing you for such a long time and sharing multiple tender moments and deep secrets with each other, you never went beyond resting your head on his shoulder and hugging his arm.

That to this day, is still his favorite memory of all times.

He’s been with many women during this time apart from you, but not even one, and I mean it, not even a single one of them made him smile.

Some made him smirk, that’s a fact. But a true smile, one from the heart? Nah, just you. And that’s something that always stood out to him, something he made up himself like an impossible goal, “I’ll never be serious with anyone that can’t even make me smile the way (Y/N) did”, an invincible first love, one of those that never lets you move on, always making you compare everyone to the one you once loved.

But that invincible first love was now back in his life and very much interested in eating dinner at his place, something he really wanted to avoid.

“My sweet pumpkin…can’t we go out? I know of a fine place, you still like pancakes right?” he was desperate at this point, bringing you to his place was not going to take this anywhere safe, of course he loves the girls they’re great, but you…it was just in a different level and he wasn’t willing to risk loosing you this soon.

“I do yeah, but I thought maybe we could watch a movie or something…stay for a little longer so we could, you know…catch up…” the nervousness of your tone of voice was driving him insane, were you trying too say what his brain was processing it as right now? Where you trying to stay for the night and “catch up”? No, never, you’ve never even kissed…is it because you’re adults now? No, no, no, his head was just in the gutter as usual.

“Can we try your place, sunshine? I just…I live in a shared house like I told you earlier, I don’t even have a tv in my room and its so loud…I wish to have some time alone with you, something more calm and relaxing, you know, to catch up…” he couldn’t avoid it, everything that came out of his mouth was as suggestive as his thoughts were, but your voice was so mellow..he just wanted to bury his face on your chest and cuddle you all night, was it possible? Probably not but hey, he’s gotta try at least.

“I haven’t finished unpacking, everything is a mess…but I mean sure, if you don’t mind…”

“Of course not, princess! I can even help you! Having a strong male around to do all the heavy lifting could be quite handy!” if it sounded forced you didn’t notice, you agreed right away and the date was set, he was to take some nice wine and fried chicken because, why not, that’s gangster enough, isn’t it..? It did make you chuckle but honestly nothing sounded better than catching up with your old crush/friend while eating some fatty foods and some good wine to finish it all with that super hyped movie everyone’s talking about and none of you have watched just yet.

It all sounded lovely, all planned out perfectly, that was until your dog knocked out the wine bottle to the floor shattering it to nothing but a red puddle on your brand new carpet.

While the wine wasn’t at all expensive, it did kill the mood somehow and you ended up indeed just catching up with life. 

It was amazing to you how much he’s grown from the cute delinquent you used to love secretly, to this school teacher who’s been assigned to develop future talents.

You on the other hand struggled a lot while abroad and were a bit lost in your path, didn’t know if you wanted or not to continue with your choice of major and had just been hired in a company you didn’t like in the slightest. Overall, your life hasn’t been as great and seeing him after all this time was definitely lifting your spirits.

Your workplace was just a station away from his school and so you agreed to see each other again the next day. And the day after. And the one after that too.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Why is it so hard for you guys to believe I wanna buy an apartment? Am I not allowed to be fully self-sufficient?? I even bought a fridge already!” Tengen was huffing while sitting on his cubicle, Tomioka and Rengoku enjoying some afternoon tea while Kanae kept on bugging him.

“You have a woman don’t you? Just spill it out! Don’t think you can deceive me! I’m a woman after all.” Kanae was pretty rounded at this point in life, her first pregnancy confirmed to be a boy now growing at the speed of light within her belly, causing her mood to be a little…unstable…

“You’re so nosy! What if I do? Is that illegal?” the three of them gasped in unison, so in sync that it was almost comical.

“I knew it!”

“So you’re settling down? I didn’t know you wanted something like that for your life…wasn’t the flamboyant life your path or some crap like that?” Giyuu and his sharp tongue-

“You can still be flamboyant and have a lovely family.”

“Rengoku…my man…you’re the only one who gets me in this world. Maybe I should marry you instead…” Tengen has been struggling with the process of moving on with the relationship. He didn’t like titles, he didn’t want to be someone’s husband. He believed in the freedom of the heart, on how creativity gets stuck when there’s something to tie you down. He kind of wanted to just live with you, because he couldn’t bare the thought of waking up and not having you in his arms…because he couldn’t even go to his place anymore and has been wearing the same shirt for three days in a row just because of his needy self, because he needed you to be his, but he didn’t fully understand what that meant.

“I’m taken bro, sorry.” 

He let out a long sigh, sinking into his chair, “I don’t know if I want to get married…is that a bad thing? I mean I love her, I know that for sure, I also want her to be with me all the time, to a scary extent…I even made her go with me to the toilet and hold my hand because the burritos we ate last night were going rampage within me-“

“Oh my god just shut up Uzui, you disgust me…”

Laughter was filling the office once more, the heavy air around Tengen finally lifting. “It’s fine if you just want to live together, there’s many couples that never get married and still live happily together for a long time.” “Yeah exactly, just make sure to talk to her, that you’re both on the same page. Who knows? Maybe she wants the same!” it was as simple as that, wasn’t it? He was just scared of hurting your feelings, what if you wanted a huge wedding and five kids? He was not ready for that, and for all he knows, he might be ready eventually, if that’s something you want he’s willing to compromise, he just needs time, though can’t fathom living a second more without you by his side.

And it wasn’t bad at all, communication is the key to a good relationship, some say.

The happiness in your face when he told you he wanted you to go with him apartment hunting was beyond anything he had imagined before. You wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with you.

Marriage and having a family aren’t subjects everyone wish to discuss so early in life and while he sees himself by your side for as long as possible, he was a little behind his coworkers who built one of their own rather quickly.

For now he was happy knowing he’d get to spend every single minute of his free time in the same space as you, he loved the thought of you cooking dinner while he worked on his paintings, the thought of him letting you sleep a few minutes more by getting breakfast ready before waking you up. It was the perfect beginning to a future he never even dreamed of, a happy one, filled with love.

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Masterlist

Sanemi Version. Giyuu Version. Rengoku Version.

#kimetsu academy #kimetsu no yaiba fluff #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba fanfic #sound pillar #uzui tengen #uzui x y/n #uzui x you #tengen uzui #demon slayer uzui #kny uzui #uzui x reader #tengen fluff #tengen x reader #demon slayer tengen #kny tengen #fluff #part of a series

[epiclamer]

Okay so I dunno if anybody else has asked for anything similar (probably have) but I'd just like to say that I absolutely LOVE the Cocky/Fun Hero x Stoic/Serious Villain trope

So could I have some of that 👀 you can have a field day with it, I'd just love to see it

(ALSO IF YOU AND CAT HAVE PERSONAS CAN I DRAW YOU TWO PLEASE PLEASELPLEWSLSENPPLEA)

We don’t really have personas?? But you can draw us of course. Use your imagination~

Cw: this is smutty if you couldn’t already tell from the title

Pathetic Puppy

Hero’s eyes followed their nemesis, watching them pace calmly from one side of the room to the other, hardly batting an eye at the crime-stopper they had so conveniently kidnapped earlier that morning. Twirling a small knife between their fingers with care, unaffected by any of the other’s remarks.

The hero on the other hand was sat in an ill-fitting metal chair, wrists tied tightly behind their back, forcing them to sit up straight to avoid further discomfort. However, despite their position, Hero couldn’t shut up.

“So when are you going to get to the actual fun stuff?” Villain shot them a glare, but made no other recoil. “I mean, if you’re going to tie me up and spread me out all pretty like this… Why waste an opportunity, am I right?”

The smirk in Hero’s tone was so obvious it made Villains blood boil. They had to remain serious. They had kidnapped the hero for answers not teasing, Villain couldn’t bear another second of it.

“I hate to break it to you, but you actually have to touch the other person to edge them—”

“Shut. Up.”

Villain halted their pacing, turning to face their captive as they crowded in on their personal space. Placing the point of their dagger against the column of Hero’s throat.

“Do you ever just shut up? Can’t you take anything seriously?”

A beat of silence passed, Hero’s eyes wide as they blinked innocently up at their nemesis who was towering over them. Then, Hero grinned, eyes dancing from the blade at their throat to the fuming Villain above.

“Is this a bad time to tell you that I’m into this?”

The villain sighed exasperatedly, rubbing their free hand over their face in annoyance. They needed a nap, anything over fifteen minutes with the hero was exhausting. How did they have such smugness to their demeanour all the time.

“What. You have something for knife play?”

Hero snickered, swallowing shallowly to avoid being sliced open by the villain’s knife. “Kidnapping and torture actually. It’s why I became a hero.”

Villain tossed their weapon the side, groaning out of pure spite and utter hatred for their cocky captive. They couldn’t pretend anymore that it didn’t drive them insane, every business talk turned into flirting and every serious conversation became a tactic of seduction.

Some part of them was convinced this was an attitude Hero kept up with everyone they met, but never had Villain actually been able to prove it.

“Well you obviously aren’t drained enough of your energy and charisma to talk about your facility plans, so how about I leave you to stir for a couple hours and then come back.” Villain leaned forwards, placing their hands on Hero’s thighs—not even considering the consequences this action might bring—and squeezing lightly.

Hero dropped their face in an instant, head angled towards the ground and breathing coming in shallower. Villain squeezed harder, nails digging into their enemy’s thighs at their lack of compliance.

“How does that sound, hm? You like that?” Villains thumbs worked the inside of Hero’s thighs as they spoke, gently pushing into the plush skin, lips by Hero’s ear and breath hot against their neck.

Genuinely, Villain didn’t think anything of it. To them it was a fear tactic, your enemy up close and in your space threatening you with potential longtime sensory deprivation? That scared the hell out of the criminal. They figured Hero felt the same way.

But then, Hero whimpered. They fucking whimpered.

A whiny strained sound that caught Villains immediate attention. It did something Villain had never experienced before, the sound their nemesis made set their whole body ablaze.

Not in a bad way, no not at all. No, this was a good fire. One that ignited feelings Villain hadn’t felt in years and all of a sudden, they wanted more.

“Hero.”

The one in question didn’t move, didn’t even make a sound besides the shuddering of their breath. Eyes still glued to the floor and face still tucked into their chest.

Villain, however, didn’t have time to sit around and wait. One hand moving swiftly from the hero’s thigh to a strong grip at the roots of their hair, wrenching Hero’s head up as far as it would go.

Hero yelped, gasping, pain centred at their scalp and their neck of which Villain pulled at uncomfortably. Squeezing their eyes tightly closed to avoid the sudden onslaught of light in their face.

Villain merely smirked, examining the hero’s look with great detail. Red in the face, mouth slightly agape and taking in short bursts of air, tousled hair, frantic eyes as they opened, sweat beating their forehead, throat bobbing up and down.

“God. You look so pathetic.”

Hero consequently whined helplessly at the remark, trying to look anywhere, but in the villain’s eyes.

“Oh yeah? You’re into that? You like it when I call you pathetic? When I degrade you about how powerless and needy you are?” Villain had never acted like this before, it somewhat surprised themselves, but the hero was different, there was something so addictive and intoxicating about the sounds they made that left all of Villain’s ego behind. All of that business meetings and facility plans were far gone in the dust now.

“Go on, sweetie.” Villain egged, “Make another pretty whimper for me, hm?”

Hero complied right away. Spilling some pleas and whines and whimpers from their red lips desperately. Promises to be good and obedient for the villain were mindlessly tripping off their tongue, lost entirely in the heat between their nemesis and themselves.

Villains eyes lit up, humming softly as they brought their other hand to trace Hero’s jawline, down to their neck and across their tensed shoulders.

“You’re such a good puppy… So good for me, hm?”

Every word that came out of Villains mouth seemed to embarrass Hero to a new extent, but when Villain took a glance between Hero’s restrained thighs they could see the effect Hero couldn’t help themselves from having against it.

It was pitiful. Fuck, everything about Hero was pitiful and defenceless and the way they acted so tough, but couldn’t handle two seconds of touch nor two words of degradation? It was exhilarating.

“Hmm…” Villain travelled their free hand across and down Hero’s body, finally teasing between their legs as they began to stroke with their thumb.

“I think it’s my turn to have some fun, no?”

#sex sex sex #smut smut smut #kinky kinky kinky #whatever guys #just keep slaying #hero x villain #villain #villain x hero #hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #oneshots #scenarios #hero and villain #villain and hero #heroes and villains #villains and heroes #heroes x villains #villains x heroes #heroes #villains #smutty #kinda smutty #smut #flustered hero #flirty villain x flustered hero #flirty villain #flustered hero x flirty villain

[freementallyillkid]

Toddler Hc

jinx x reader

Word count: 680

Sorry it’s kinda short. I wasn't feeling this prompt for some reason :/ hope you like it at least a little

-100% tricked when your toddler was a baby, they pretty quiet and went to bed without too much of a fuss

-Apparently they were just saving all their energy for when they hit year 2

-Very much like jinx in the good but slightly tiering way very artistic (though you struggle to figure out what they’re drawing) and always running around jumping off of something (which stresses the both you out to no end)

-VERY early on you realized how no toddler proof jinx’s lab is, which might seem obvious but when the both of you spent 90% of your time there you forget that the treasure chest of explosive is completely in reach for toddlers

-timeskip to 2 days later you’ve finished baby proofing it (probably) after that one you both really started to realize how stressful it is to much sure your kid is safe, not even in Jinx’s lab just living in the undercity

-This leads the both of you to become very protective of them (even more than before if it’s even possible) they will NEVER be allowed in the last drops bar no matter how old they are, any new staff will be going through teens stalking someone on the internet level background checks.

-Toddler is also 100% spoiled neither you or Jinx grew up with a lot so the baby will have anything they could want (maybe your both using it as a way to heal your inner child) + with silco king pen of the undercity they have the ultimate protection and spoil-y grandpa

-jinx makes HUNDREDS of little toys and crap for them

-on the more angsty side it was a real struggle to find a way for Jinx to be around as much as she wants to be with her episodes, she is prone to be way more reactive and violent

-Another thing that the both of you noticed pretty early on thankfully, you came up with a system just a random word or phrase maybe a noise to let you know when she could feel any kind of episode coming on and when she was already in one it was pretty obvious so you could take toddler somewhere/with someone safe so you could tend to Jinx

-This of course lead to you pretty often finding Jinx crying about how she was a ‘terrible mom’ you would always hold her and tell her how it wasn’t her fault and how being parent was going to be a wildly different experience for someone with mental illness

-and of course she does the same thing for you if you ever feel like you’ve failed as a parent in some way

-Jinx she wasn’t really old enough to remember much of her bio parents and even though Vander was a good father she didn’t get to be around him for very long and Silco isn’t really the best role model for what to be as a parent and if the you didn’t have a great parent you both feel like your not prepared to be parents

-not really knowing what should really be considered right or wrong while still wanting to let your kid know they do what they need to in order to protect themselves +when the hell do you even have that talk with your 2 year old??

-Jinx also being depressed about how your kid will never know their aunt, uncles or grandma and grandpas thinking it’s her fault

-She tries to find pictures of them and is only partly successful so she draws pictures of them too

-Being a parent in general is so hard already with tantrums, getting a toddler to sleep, feeding them, entertaining them, education (is there even a proper education system in the Undercity???), making sure they feel safe and loved.

-But all that in the first place but that as first time parents living in the undercity with at least one mentally ill parent???

-In the end no matter how tired ya’ll are you both love your toddler more than anything in the world and would commit multiple war crimes for them

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#x reader #gn reader #fluff #arcane #male reader #fem reader #jinxarcane #jinx x reader #parenting #toddlers #parent!jinx #parent!reader #light angst

[tieflingtea]

"How are you still using your hands right now?"

Caleb glanced up at the muffled question, biting back a smile at the sight of a very disgruntled Essek buried in a mound of furs. Only his eyes were visible, and they glared at where Caleb was furiously scrawling down his recollection of the day's events in Aeor. Only a very dim orb hovered above his journal, casting the barest amount of light. They had both agreed that a fire would be too dangerous after the events of the day. The beasts of the fallen city were patient things, and they had already proven keen enough to wait out the dome if they found it.

"I am used to a fair amount of cold, this is bearable for a while longer," Caleb said ruefully, recalling many nights huddled beneath nothing but his shabby coat and the fine layer of snow dusted over him. Essek drew him from his memories with a faint noise of disgust.

"Well good for you then," he sniped. Caleb did smile then, unable to stop it from creasing up his face. "Oh, yes, I suppose you would find it funny."

"Only that you remind me of Jester, in the early days," he explained. Essek perked up as much as he could in his current, amorphous state.

"Jester?"

"Yes, she also came from privilege and wasn't used to slumming it with us commoners."

Essek drooped. "I see."

"I did not mean it as an insult, I find it endearing."

There was a long silence after that, Caleb found that his smile was easy to keep on his face and so he let it stay as he worked and Essek stewed on whatever was making his eyes dart back and forth in thought. Eventually the other man shuffled closer to peer at his journal, a muffled noise choking out of the depths of the blanket when he finally caught sight of the detailed drawing Caleb was writing around.

"Mmm, Jester again, I'm afraid. It's remarkable really, I think there might be a dick for each day of notes I've written so far."

"You let her use your journal to draw dicks?"

"Let? No. But now that we are here and she is off terrorising pirates, I am glad that I have these reminders."

More silence, and the slow building pressure of a body leaning itself up against his side. In the part of his mind that wasn't replaying the rooms and artifacts they had come across that day, Caleb remembered a dorm room, two bodies leant up on his instead of one, and the burning pain of his mutilated arms. The cold helped ground him in the present. As did the faint, subtle scent of his companion. A hint of some spiced cologne, a hint of magic. And that crisp, nothing smell of prestidigitation that couldn't quite eliminate the stale sweat it was used on.

"You miss them." Essek said, and it was not a question.

"As much as you likely did when we would run out of your life and towards the next danger."

"It's different."

Caleb paused in his writing, "Is it?"

"I didn't have the right," there was that bitterness again, turned inward and poisonous. Caleb jostled the man a little, as if knocking his body would knock the thoughts from his mind. He counted it as a win that Essek only readjusted his lean rather than pulling away completely. At the beginning of their journey, Caleb had found Essek's careful distance disconcerting, used as he was to the Mighty Nein's casual and frequent touch.

"I think you were allowed to feel any way that you did about us, Essek."

"I did miss you," he confessed, barely a breath, and then a little louder, "I missed you all very much when you would leave, it was concerning at first. I thought I was ill."

Caleb snorted, and mentally filed that away for Beauregard next time they talked. He could imagine her face as he told her Essek thought his emotions were digestion. He could imagine the gentle ribbing she would give their mage, and Yasha's awkward, quiet defense of him.

"And then I figured out what was happening and I wished that I had been ill instead."

"We have that effect on people," Caleb agreed.

"Did you know my brother caught me whistling once after one of Jester's sendings. Whistling." Caleb felt him shake his head, "I am a fool for you all."

"Love is not foolish," he said. Essek stiffened against him for a moment, tensed as if to bolt, but slowly he relaxed again and Caleb let out a relieved sigh.

"And yet the word makes me want to throw myself off one of these readily available cliffsides," Essek eventually replied. Caleb closed his journal.

"It is like with anything, at first it feels clumsy, ungainly. It will not fit because you have yet to grow into it. But love suits you, Essek Thelyss, you will wear it well one day."

"Oh," Essek said faintly, curling up into himself as if he had been physically struck. "Well, fuck me."

Caleb sat in silence with his arm around the pile of furs as the drow inside silently shaked apart, and then silently pieced himself back together again. He knew that feeling, that gnawing pit inside that threatened to swallow, to consume. He knew that the process of self forgiveness happened in quiet moments between the chaos. That it often hurt more than the hatred did. At one point he had begun to stroke where Essek's head ought to be, Zemnian unbidden at the tip of his tongue.

"What does that mean?" Essek finally said, voice scratchy but firm. "That word? Leepling? You have used it before."

"Ah, liebling," he corrected gently, "It means... It means I like you quite a bit to be saying it without realising."

"Leebling," Essek tried again slowly, rolling it around as if to see how it tasted. Caleb felt a blush bloom across his cheeks and huffed a small laugh at himself.

"Hmm, maybe one day I'll tell you the exact translation."

Essek turned his head so that the small portion of his face still visible was buried against Caleb's shoulder, "I look forward to it."

#ficlet #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #shadowgast #cr2 #aeor is for lovers #post campaign 2 #aeor #my writing #this was supposed to be cuddling for warmth but it turned into Essek having feelings instead #oh well next time #critical role

[dorkfruit]

i put this together using my computer's trackpad so the new year is already starting out . bad .

posts: J | F | M | A | M | J | J | A | S | O | N | D

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reflections on the year, my plans for the future, some studies i did, and wips for the next year all down below for those who are interested

tldr; we will be ianthing next year so watch out!!

oh dear lord it's been another year. 2024! can you believe it! i don't talk much on this blog because i have a tendency to talk too much, but it's my little new year's treat, so here we go.

RECAP

i started taking drawing "seriously" in December of 2020, starting to do studies and stuff, and each year since i've ramped it up more and more. this year, i did. a lot of studies. there's probably like at least 200 more in my folder now (not including the 300 days worth of gesture drawings i did), with things like painting, faces, feet, poses, etc. anything i was struggling with, i went right into studying it. my art has been mediocre for a pretty long time now, and it's only the past few months where i feel i'm starting to get the hang of it, which is exciting!

more importantly, i started posting a lot more on this blog. i really like documenting my progress, looking on where i was before and seeing how i've improved. everytime i draw some fanart, im like, oooghh i can't wait to show my (: followers (: !! lots of locked tomb art of course. i've been trying to nail the energy of the different characters, which is why i enjoy books so much, because you get a lot of creative control. drawing ianthe is my fav of course, cause she's my lil nasty, but also i enjoyed doing designs for characters i hadnt thought about before, like judith.

in addition to the locked tomb, we had some new fandoms that got brief moments in between iantheposting: Fear and Hunger, Postal, Faith The Unholy Trinity, and a couple of old ones too, like We Have Always Lived In The Castle and The Merciless.

i posted about 115 times this year, although most of those are shitposts LOL i love posting stuff on my blog and showing people my stuff <3

THE FUTURE

my plans? do more ianthe art, of course. ill be working on more studies, probably going to work on developing a style, and figuring out how to paint. i'd like to do more actually finished pieces, but let's be honest, it'll still be mostly shitpost doodles. i'd like to do more weird stuff. i've been messing around with some gore and NSFW near the end of the year, and it's fun to draw for me. i like idk art that evokes some type of emotion, especially discomfort, and so i find that type of art fun to do, so if you don't enjoy what i've done thus far in that direction, perhaps this isn't the blog for you. i really like horror media, and so i want to do some stuff like that too.

for specifics, i like western type art, a comic book-esque style i'd like to aim for. but i'd like it to be a little more. weird with it. i find comic books often draw all the characters the same, and make all the characters traditionally attractive, and that's boring to me so i'll have to work on finding a way to keep things weird, while also appealing in a graphic sense. the worst thing my art could be is bland and forgettable.

locked tomb wise... more tridentarii art. need to be really weird with it. i have lots of wips planned, like i have a whole page worth of just thumbnails, so i wanna get some of those done. also i had a few animatics i wanted to do. mostly stupid shit, once i learn how to do animatics, then we'll do actual serious ones. id also like to do more comics. i have some comics storyboarded out with my girlies, i like telling a story so, need practice on that. id also like to develop a way to consistently draw them, for convenience sakes, so i'm not fighting for my life every single time i draw these characters. oh and i wanna do some outfit stuff. i draw them in like. generic clothes everytime but i'd like to come up with a few actual outfit designs, that i can just reference back to. and, of course, more shitposts. lots of stupid shit in 2024 for sure. there was something else i wanted to say here but i can't remember.

ART

oki enough rambling, here's some IMAGES for yall to look at i know everyone loves to look at images.

began this year by warming up with gesture sketches (almost) every day. i started with 20 poses (30 seconds each), and then in november i was like. ugh my hands suck i need to get better at hands, so i switched to doing 10 hand sketches (60 seconds each). i want my art to be very energetic so it's important that i do these !!

anatomy studies of extremities because i'm flopping at those -_- ive gotten better with hands but they're still a struggle. i hate feet tho still

need to get my painting game up. i joined an art forum to get advice, and the biggest suggestion i got was working on my values, so i did various value studies. also lots of faces because my faces flop !!

random doodles to work on drawing from imagination. on my "sketchbook" pages, as i like to call them, i'm usually pretty loose and messy, since the point is just to be drawing so often these will suck, but that's fine. i don't think very much when i draw faces on here either so they end up being in my Instinctive Style i suppose you could say

ianthe wip. i was planning to do a few drawings based on the idea of her having Missing Arm nightmares, but the lineart was intimidating to me so i haven't worked on this one more yet /: also there was going to be a toontown gay homosexual toxic yuri comic that i was gonna put here with it but the page is way too long so umm guess that'll have to wait.

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anyways. thank you for reading if you got to the bottom of this! i appreciate all the support that i've been getting lately (extra big kissies for the same like 5 people who always reblog my posts youre the best). and we will be ianthing soo hard in 2024 so watch out!!

#and god bless. there is not a single background in any of these images. sketch on a white bg foreverz!! #my art #art meme #ianthe tridentarius #really got to tag her here bc . all this art is of her LOL

[takingchences]

ultraviolet pt. 9 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

series masterlist + face claim

After the attack, U.A gave the students the following two days off to rest and recover from their traumatic ordeal. Their first day back, Sana was horrified by the state of their homeroom teacher. Mr. Aizawa was wrapped head to toe in gauze, his eyes mere slits, with both of his arms in casts.

He looks like a freshly dead mummy.

She applauded his badassery and dedication, but after hearing from the others how serious his injuries were, she'd assumed (like a normal person) that the Pro Hero would at least be on bed leave for a few days. Considering how sleep deprived he seemed all the time, she thought he'd be thrilled. Apparently not.

He reminded them that the world famous U.A Sports Festival was drawing closer, and after recent events, all eyes would be on them. But no pressure, right? She balanced her chin on her fist.

Classes resumed like normal, as though USJ never happened. It wasn't until the final bell rang that things got, well, strange. Students from all grades and classes swarmed their classroom door, blocking them in. Shinso made a dramatic appearance, where he proceeded to declare war on their class and challenge the entire Hero Course for a spot. He'd made his intentions of joining the hero course clear very early into their friendship.

From how her classmates had described the entrance exam, people with quirks like Shinso's were doomed from the start. He never stood a chance making it into the Hero Course... until now.

He was determined to get noticed this time around, and Sana was willing to help him reach his goal however she could. She gave him tips to improve his training regimen and offered to spar with him whenever he wanted. The two had lunch together at his usual spot two or three times a week, and spent the majority of it exchanging memes and gushing over cute cat videos. Shinso was funny in a dry, sarcastic way that she appreciated. He was easy to talk to and his laid back attitude put her at ease.

He wasn't ready to join her at her table just yet, but she always kept a seat open just in case.

After finishing her homework, showering, and eating dinner, Sana set her grand plan in motion. Stretching out across her bed on her stomach, with her phone in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, she started typing.

Sent 8:03pm

Hey hotshot

Sent 8:06pm

The fuck

Sent 8:08pm

How the fuck did you get this number

Sent 8:09pm

I'm surprised you're still awake. You walk around like a grumpy old man with arthritic knees so I figured you'd be in bed by six

Sent 8:09pm

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS

Sent 8:10pm

If I told you I'd have to kill you

Sent 8:11

I'd kill you first

Sent 8:12pm

Good luck with that considering you have no idea who I am

Sent 8:13pm

Fuck you

Sent 8:13pm

How the hell did you get my number

Sent 8:15pm

I gave Midoriya an offer he couldn't refuse

Sent 8:16pm

FUCKING DEKU! ILL EXPLODE HIS ASS

Sent 8:16pm

That's kinky

Sana smirked down at the screen as the message bubbles danced, anticipating his reply. She giggled quietly to herself, picturing him stomping around his room throwing a fit. She could practically hear his demonic screeching through the device.

Irritating Bakugou brought her a special type of joy. The only other experiences that could compare were rebelling against her father, or cracking Shoto's mask of indifference. The ability to provoke such intense emotions in someone was addictive.

It took a few minutes for the boy to respond.

Sent 8:21pm

I'm losing fucking brain cells talking to you

Sent 8:21pm

Well I know you only have so many to spare so I'll make this quick

Sent 8:21pm

Train with me

Sent 8:23pm

The fuck

Sent 8:25pm

You know that's not technically a question right?

Sent 8:26pm

Meet me at Yoshida Park at 10:00am

Sent 8:26pm

Fuck off

Sent 8:27pm

You're right. What could you possibly teach me? I'd be better off asking Midoriya

Sent 8:27pm

YOUR ASS BETTER NOT BE LATE OR ILL FUCKING STRANGLE YOU

Sent 8:28pm

Another kink? I'm learning a lot about you Bakugou

Sent 8:29pm

FUCK OFF

Sent 8:31pm

Lmao

Sent 8:31pm

Good night hotshot

The blonde tossed his phone across the room, screaming curses at the unknown number.

"Shut up, ya damn brat!" His mother's loud voice scolded him from downstairs. "Isn't it past your bedtime?!"

¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*

Bakugou walked with purpose towards Yoshida Park. He was familiar with it, having spent most of his childhood exploring the grounds with his followers. It was a short walk, but he'd had all night to plan. The unknown number had disrupted his sleep schedule after all.

First, he'd go to the park and murder whatever extra had been unlucky enough to mess with him. Then, on his way back, he'd pay Midoriya a special visit.

He had a list of suspects he'd been going back and forth on. First on the list was Shitty Hair, but Bakugou quickly realized it couldn't have been the spiky-haired boy. The redhead was putting in a lot of effort to befriend him—even more so after their team up during USJ—but the boy was far too shy. Second and third on his list were Dunce Face and Scotch Tape. They shared one brain cell between them, and both were confident enough to say such provocative things, but not so dumb that they'd ask to meet him face to face afterwards.

They had to know it would only end in bloodshed... theirs to be exact.

That left Raccoon Eyes or Flashlight. He hadn't interacted much with the pink-skinned girl, only in group settings, and even then, she'd barely stop to acknowledge him before getting into shit with Dunce Face or her "wifey."

One by one he marked names off until only one dumbass remained.

He stopped at the entrance of the park, spotting said girl leaning against a tree. Thick lashes fanned out across her cheekbones, her arms loosely crossed. A red and white gym bag was slung over her shoulder. She wore black leggings paired with a cherry red sports jacket, her hair held back by her signature ribbon. Bakugou himself sported his usual baggy black sweatpants and low cut black tank.

Her eyes fluttered open, the jewel-like irises sparkling in the morning sun. "Right on time." She pushed off of the tree. "Have you stretched?"

"I'm not here to train." He glowered down at her, their faces inches apart. Sana's expression remained neutral, but her amusement was obvious in the curve of her lips. "I'm here to kick your ass-"

"Again with the ass thing," Sana tutted, shaking her head in disapproval. "Is that all you can think about?"

"Shut the fu-"

"Language, asshole." she hissed, smacking his arm as a family of four walked by them. Sana gave him a coy smile. "There are children present."

Bakugou was seconds away from blowing a fuse, crackling sounds filling the air as his palms smoked. "Come on," she slid her hand down his arm with a soft, feather-like touch to grab his wrist. "Let's get started."

Bakugou muttered threats and curses under his breath, but continued to follow her to a secluded area with a dense tree line. A few feet ahead, the trees parted to reveal a decent sized clearing. "How did you get that damn nerd to give you my number?" The blonde grumbled, ripping his arm from her grip.

"Oh, that?" She shrugged. "I bribed him with a limited edition All Might collectible." She remembered how flushed the greenette became after she cornered him after class the other day. He'd been a sweaty, stuttering mess until she'd unzipped her backpack and shown him what she'd hidden inside. Seeing Bakugou's pissed off face now, it was definitely worth all the yen.

"... which one."

Sana blinked. His gruff voice was so quiet that she nearly didn't catch the words. The boisterous blonde she'd come to know was now scowling passionately at a tree, but his mouth was... is he pouting?!

Her lips split into a chesshire grin. "My, my. Is the mighty Bakugou secretly a fanboy?"

His brows furrowed even further at the teasing. "Do you ever shut the hell up?" His hair seemed to puff up even more in anger. Cute. "I'm nothing like that nerd!"

"Aren't you the nerdy one, though?" Sana tapped her chin with her pointer finger, eyes rolled upwards as she pretended to think. "I'm pretty sure you scored higher than him on last week's test."

She smirked in delight as Bakugou's body began to vibrate in anger, his nostrils flaring.

She stretched her body, warming up her muscles in preparation for what was probably going to be one of the hardest training sessions of her life. Bakugou wasn't the type to do anything without giving it his all. It was as admirable as it was daunting. She rolled her shoulders back, her neck popping with a satisfying crack. "Ready?"

The blonde smirked, his hands sparking to life. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

Fighting Bakugou proved to be even more of a challenge than she'd anticipated. He was strong and fast, every movement well thought out and well executed. He was also relentless, refusing to give her any time to recover or even think. It was purely instinctive, forcing her to rely on her reflexes. She was suddenly grateful for the decade of combat training Endeavor had instilled in every fiber of her being.

It was different, to say the least.

She was so used to going up against Shoto. Back when they were still talking, she'd been able to anticipate his movements with one look. Maybe that was part of the problem. Were they so intune with each other that there was no longer room for improvement? Had they reached a point in their training where they were unable to learn from each other going forward?

Sana groaned, returning to the problem at hand. She threw the blonde a dirty look for the particularly hard kick he'd just delivered to her side. He huffed a laugh, his lips parted in a crooked smile. "Not so cocky now, huh?"

"That's funny coming from you." She lunged, finally landing a hit to his jaw. They'd been at it for hours now, and Bakugou showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. There was no way he wasn't as exhausted as she was, but she knew he'd rather die than admit to such a thing. As if being human was equivalent to him being weak.

After another half hour of this, she finally gave up.

"Okay, okay." Sana backed away, holding her palms up in surrender. He stopped mid punch, his eyes narrowed. "Let's take a break."

He clicked his tongue, watching as she approached the gym bag she'd abandoned in the shade, walking back to him and dropping it at his feet. The pastel teen crouched to unzip the bag, removing two towels, some protein bars, and two water bottles. He caught the towel she tossed him with ease, swiping the fabric across his face and jaw. She plopped down on the ground, motioning for him to do the same. With an annoyed grunt, he complied, snatching the water and snack out of her hands.

She shook her head in amusement, knowing he wasn't nearly as frustrated as he pretended to be. "So dramatic," she muttered under her breath.

Surprisingly, the silence between them wasn't uncomfortable. It was actually pretty nice. She could hear the small sounds of nature around them: the low buzz of insects and the soft rustling of tree branches above their heads. It was something she'd never associated with Bakugou before...

Peaceful.

After practically inhaling their protein bars, the two teens laid down on their backs in the grass. The sky had darkened to a dark blue, a few stars already visible.

Sana turned her head to peek at the boy next to her. Both of their chests were heaving lightly, their skin dewy with sweat. He had his arms folded behind his head with his eyes closed. As if feeling her gaze, he cracked one eye open and grimaced.

"What're you staring at?" Even in the limited light, she could've sworn his cheeks were now dusted in a rosy hue.

"Nothing," she averted her gaze, her own face burning under his scrutiny. "It's just... I'm glad you stayed." Sana admitted softly. Never in her life had she felt so bashful. It took everything in her not to squirm uncomfortably as she waited for him to say something. Anything. Bakugou scoffed, his eyes hooded as he watched the sky slowly darken. Sana joined him in stargazing. After a few minutes, the blonde cleared his throat.

"I guess it wasn't a complete waste of time."

Sana snickered. "That was really hard for you to admit, wasn't it?" A tch was his only response, but in the limited light, it almost looked like he was smiling. They stayed like that until the sky glittered with stars, like diamonds against midnight velvet. The two teens climbed to their feet, dusting dirt and grass off of their clothes. Sana called out just as Bakugou made to leave.

"Wait." The blonde turned to glance over his shoulder. The solar-powered girl riffled through her gym bag before pulling out a medium-sized package. "Here," she held it out for him to take. Bakugou removed his hand from his pocket and took the box. Flipping it around, his eyes widened. His jaw loosened in shock.

"The hell...?"

Sana rubbed her neck, avoiding looking directly at the blonde. "I figured I owed you for coming down here." She peeked at him from beneath her lashes. "You don't have that one, right?"

Bakugou clutched the box containing the limited edition Silver Age All Might figurine tightly. He remembered demanding his parents for one as a child. How they'd waited in line outside the store for hours, only for the shelves to be completely empty once they made it inside. How every store they went to was the same: the toy having sold out nationwide just hours after being released.

But here one was, after a decade of searching, in perfect condition... right in the palm of his hand.

"Bakugou?"

He slowly lifted his head, vermillion eyes clashing with dark pink. A million questions raced through his mind. How had she known?

Sana bit her lip to contain her giddiness. She inched closer to him until there was hardly any space left between them. She inhaled the sweet scent of caramel and cologne that always clung to him. "Your number isn't the only thing Midoriya told me," she lifted herself on the balls of her feet, her breath hitting his cheek. "Katsuki."

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They met up the next day, and the day after, until it became almost routine for them. They'd meet at Yoshida Park, or make the trip together straight after school if neither had plans. It came as a surprise to them both how well they got along when no one else was around. Sure, they still had the occasional spat, but it was mostly playful bickering and teasing to rile the other up. They both had a dark sense of humor, an almost unhealthy competitive streak, and a punch first, ask questions later approach to situations.

One afternoon, Bakugou had to leave earlier than usual. He'd grumbled something about 'dinner with the old hag' before storming off. Sana figured his grandparents were in town or something and decided to take off early too.

She texted Mina, asking her if she was free to hang out. The pinkette responded to her message at lightning speed, sending her the address of a cute new bakery she'd been dying to try. The walk took fifteen minutes or so. She spotted Mina waiting outside, the pink-skinned girl squealing as soon she noticed her. They shared a hug before entering the shop, quickly ordering drinks and a few desserts to share. Mina led her over to a table by the window, her hands clasped under her chin.

"So," she narrowed her black and yellow eyes suspiciously. "Where's your shadow?"

"My what?" Sana leaned forward. Mina followed suit, lowering her voice as if her next words were top secret.

"Bakugou, duh."

"What?" Sana fell back in her chair with a laugh.

Mina waved her hand around dismissively. "You know what I mean. Wherever you are, he's bound to show up sooner or later." The waiter appeared with their order, interrupting the energetic girl before she could go on.

Sana reflected on her friend's words as she sipped on her bubble tea. It was true that Bakugou always seemed to be around whenever she needed him. He'd helped her during the stampede in the halls, as well as telling off that reporter for her. He'd been by her side before the class was separated by the warp villain. While she'd been recovering after the USJ attack, Shoto had briefly mentioned something about her helping Bakugou, though she didn't remember much. The blonde hadn't said a word to her about it, and she'd been too preoccupied with not thinking about USJ.

"I guess I..." she answered softly. "I hadn't noticed."

Mina paused mid-sentence, having already moved onto another topic. Some third year gossip she'd heard from Hagakure, who'd overheard some upperclassman whispering about it during break.

She'd noticed how her friend had been pushing herself harder since the villain attack. How busy she was with training. Mina hadn't been there with her when she was attacked, but she'd seen the damage inflicted on the villains. Afterwards, Kirishima mentioned how strange Sana had acted right before the teachers' arrival. "You'd tell me, right?" Mina pressed, her pretty face troubled. "If something was wrong?"

It was odd hearing the bright, cheerful girl suddenly sound so serious. It didn't fit her character at all. Sana forced a radiant smile, wanting any doubts about her or their friendship to disappear. She trusted Mina, she really did, but she didn't want to burden her with her problems, especially when she was still trying to figure them out herself.

"Of course," Sana assured her. "We're best friends after all."

A scarred, yet handsome face came to mind. She wondered if it was normal for best friends to hide things from each other. In Recovery Girl's office, Shoto had implied that she'd betrayed him in some way. If only she knew what the hell he was talking about.

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