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aphrodisiaxcunt · 2 months

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My Favourite

Roommates fem!reader x Phillip Graves au

Content: Smut, kitchen sex, mention of age difference, reader 21!+ no younger :), bad accent writing, creampie, p in v

Word count: 1,7k

If people want, I can make a masculine version of this as well :3

You knew he was coming home today. You knew he would be exhausted, and you knew he would definitely be hungry. So here you were, a little over 2 hours into cooking because your roommate would be coming home from his mission. Some of your friends didn't understand why you'd be living with an older man as roommates, but to you, it was pretty clear. You needed a small rent, which he gave to you. You would simply pay for your own food and the room you slept in. He, on the other hand, needed someone to take care of the house when he was away for work. It was that simple. You were nearly done with dinner. You had vegetables and potatoes simmering on low heat in a pot, a casserole in the oven, and a cheesecake chilling in the fridge. You were right in the middle of washing your hands when you heard the familiar rattling of Phillips keys in the lock. A wide grin creeping onto your face as you rub the water off on your cliché 'Kiss The Cook' apron.

If you were honest, which you'd never actually be outside of your own head, you had started getting quite attracted to Phillip. He was gentle, caring, and nothing like the men your age. Phillip actually listened to your troubles and didn't immediately try to fix them. He would just listen and try to understand. Deep in your thoughts and biting your lower lip, you hadn't noticed Phillip walk to the kitchen before his arm was wrapping around your waist and pulling you tight to his side.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?" His voice is coy, and there's a smile painted on his face when he looks at you. You lean over the stove to lift up the lid of the veggie pot, checking in on them so you don't manage to burn them to the bottom. "I'm making a casserole, steamed veggies and then there's a surprise in the fridge~" Hearing your voice is like music to his ears, being home with a familiar face is a nice break for him after spending two months away from this. Away from you. Phillip rests his head atop of yours and takes in a deep breath, smelling your freshly shampooed hair. Blood rushes to your cheeks, covering your face in a pinkish blush.

"Got you somethin' sweetheart.." His words catch your attention. Every now and then, he brings you souvenirs from his work trips, and every time, it's a complete surprise what it could be. You can never guess if it'll be a sweet snack from a small ethnic store, a possible scam clothing from a street vendor, or a wood carving of your favourite animal. All of which you have gotten before from him. He removes his arm from your waist and takes out a small black box from his pocket, handing it to you. Your lips form a smile as you mutter a shy 'thank you' to him before opening the box. You pull a hand up to cover your mouth and let out a shocked gasp. Your eyes switch focus between his smiling face and the beautiful diamond necklace laid gently in the box.

"Are you serious?" Your voice comes out quiet as your eyes finally set on him. Phillip takes the box from your hands and picks the necklace carefully out from the cushion. He moves your hair to the side as his hands go around your throat to put the necklace around your neck. "What? Ya don't like it?" A teasing tone hidden in his voice as he leans down to your eye level. "No- I mean, yes, I love it -" you struggle to get your words out, muttering out scrambled explanations and holding his hands, trying to assure him it's perfect. Only when you realize his smirk and chuckling you shut your mouth in realisation that he knows what you meant and you just look down feeling a little stupid.

His hand gently caresses your neck over to your jaw and lifts it slightly up, making you look back at him. His eyes trail down your face to your lips before moving back to your eyes. Alright fuck it, you only live once. You pull him closer by his shirt and press your lips against his in a passionate kiss. It doesen't take him long to give back the same energy and pull you into a deeper kiss, hands traveling down your body and settling on your ass, giving it a squeeze and pressing himself up against you. Your arms quickly find their way around his neck and his hands find their way to the waistband of your shorts, shoving his hands down between the fabric and your skin. You let out a moan against his lips and stop the kiss to messily pull his shirt over his head, his toned and muscular body shouldn't be a surprise to you but it still makes you take a double look over his torso.

Suddenly, you feel his hands slip out from your shorts, planting onto your ass and picking you up to his waist. Your legs wrap around his body, and you lock your fingers together behind his neck. He starts attacking your jawline with kisses, and as he trailing them down your neck and towards your chest, it pulls a moan from your lips. Feeling secure again once Phillip sets you on the kitchen counter, he pulls you to the edge, and you feel his hands run up your thighs. "This alright hun?" He asks, his fingers tugging slightly at the edges of your shorts. You give him a quick nod and awkwardly shimmy your shorts off for him. His arms snake around your waist to untie the apron as the fabric of your shorts falls down your legs to the floor.

Phillip takes a step closer to the counter, taking his hard cock out of his slacks. You allow your arms to fall from his shoulders, and instead, you hold onto the edge of the counter for support. "Yer so good for me, aren't ya sugar.." His words make you spread your legs a bit more. He places a hand to your knee, making his way gently to your inner thighs. He runs his thumb over your slit through your panties and presses it against your sensitive clit, it makes your legs twitch and instinctively try to close up. His body between your legs is quick to put a stop to that motion. "Yes, sir.." Your voice is shaky. He leans closer to you and plants a comforting kiss against your lips before pulling back. Phillip takes a hold of your panties, pulling them to the side and dragging the hot tip of his cock through your wet folds. A groan escapes his throat, and he chuckles. One hand still holding onto your thigh. "Yer so wet, and I haven't even started.."

You grip the counter with everything you can muster, shaky breaths falling from your lips before his cock entering you pushes a gasp out of you. Putting your head back and closing your eyes as your pussy adjusts around his dick. You feel his position shift as he leans to kiss and nip the sensitive skin under your jaw before starting to slowly thrust up into you. Your head snaps back down, and your eyes shoot open to look at him. He grips your thighs, and his thrusts get faster while he looks at your face for your pretty reactions to his cock. You moan his name out desperately, making him fuck into you harder. "Ya want more, huh? 'S that so, baby?" You whine out a sickly sweet 'yes', and he pulls out of you. You cry out a whine, and you're about to start raining complaints on him, but before you're able to, he picks you up. Setting you back on the ground and turning you around before bending you over the countertop. You let out an embarrassing sound when he thrusts back into you, now his cock rubbing against your insides from a completely different angle. His hands move to grasp your hip dips, and his movements go up to an unfamiliar roughness. Fucking into your cunt like an animal in heat.

You plant your hands against the counter for support and let your head hang loose between your arms. You feel Phillip lean over your body and kiss your neck, whispering praises in your ear that your brain can't even comprehend right now. Your head feels heavy, and uncontrolled moans and whines make their way out of your mouth. Phillips breath on your nape feels hot, and your body starts slowly aching from tensing up due to his harsh thrusts. You buck your hips back against his thrusting, and your eyes go blurry. The pleasure is too much to take. Your legs try to close up at the knees as much as physically possible, and your pussy clenches around Phillips cock.

"Please- fuCk- Phillip, I'm close -.." Your voice comes out pathetic and desperate as you try to fuck yourself back on his cock. He kisses your cheek and hums out an affirmative 'mhm', dragging his hand down between your legs and starting to rub your clit. Thrusting into you harder, cock prodding at all your good spots like a cock molded just for you. Just for your pussy. Of course it doesn't long take for your orgasm to take over you, white seering pleasure covering your entire body like a blanket. Moaning out and tearing up as you tremble against the counter, trying to handle all of the pleasure. Phillip thrusts a few more times into you, hips stuttering as he cums as well, groaning quietly into your ear as he cums inside of you. He stops and buries himself as deep in your warm cunt as possible, kissing your neck and cheek with a smile on his face.

"Such a good fuckin' girl ain'tcha?" The praise makes you melt and you nearly fall to the ground when he pulls out. Holding onto the counter while he puts his dick back to his pants. You're about to turn to face him, but he picks you up bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. "Wait- I gotta finish making dinner.." You whine. "It's fine hun, let me finish it for ya.." He lies you down and brushes your damp hair off your face. "What's the surprise in the fridge, love?" He asks you, pulling the apron off of your body

"It's a cheesecake.." You say, looking up at him with loving eyes.

"Mm, my favourite~.."

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AHAHAA fuck finally, sorry I took so long I dyed my hair in the middle of writing this??? I've lately been obsessed with Graves he's so baby girl so ofc I had to write ab him :3 Hope yall love this as much as I love him. BYEEE AND xoxo♡♡

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writers-potion · 3 months

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Using Description and Setting Meaningfully

The setting, and a writer's description of it, is an essential part of any story. A good writer would use that setting for more than just a place for things to happen.

Use setting to emphasize other aspects of the story, such as:

Magnify the theme

Convey the general mood

Enlarge conflict

Magnifying Some Theme Through Description

Here's the thing about theme: modern readers aren't looking to be reformed. They wish to be entertained.

So, let description carry the burden of conveying the theme rather than you having to say it!

Side note: Theme is NOT a few haughty ideas you learn in lit class (like pride, beauty, everlasting love) but anything that you are trying to convey in a particular scene (like, trying to get a date). You can have several themes instead of one lofty philiosophical theme. That's fine.

The key here is to pick and choose the kind of details that contributes to the theme. A few examples:

Theme = oppression and manipulation of workers.

Aim = highlight deariness and tension

Setting: a break room in a factory

Details: slow ticking of a clock, raspy gurgling of a coffeemaker, completely utilitarian carpet and walls

Theme = teenager scheming a scam that his father already knows about

Aim = establish stealthy tension

Setting: the breakfast table

Details: toaster loudly launching two slices of bread at exactly the same moment that the teenager realizes his plan is ruined, catlike movements of the "stealthy"teen

Theme = a character's life is about to be transformed

Aim = show that change is imminent

Setting = train platform

Details: the darkness falling, colors of distant hills and the sky changining, the last train rolling in, workers happliy switching from "work mode" to "weekend mood" as the character waits for his train

Conveying Mood and Tone

The mood of a character determines how the story progresses.

If your main character is depressed, the plot will crawl on and take on a brooding, ominous tone. If he is determined, passionate and happy, the plot will speed up into loud, blowing action.

Often, the prevailing mood doesn't come from the character, but from the setting itself.

Again, let's explain by example:

Mood = Gloomy, baleful

Details: Sulphurous smoke, thick fog, horses' hoofs on cobbled streets, vendor's cries, unseen organ creaking out a sinister tune, sounds being muffled

Word choice is important. If you're conveying gloom, using strong verbs like creak, screech and adjectives like sinister and eerie.

Use sensory description: visual, auditory, tactile, olfactory and gustatory.

Another way is to describe simple actions:

Mood = irritation, aggression

Details: mashing the end of a cigarette in his plate, one draught of the coffee in his cup, wiping lips with his napkin - crumpling and dropping in on the table, standing up from the table, staring at the other person.

Mood = Giddiness

Details: flicking water from his glass on a lunch companion, twisting his napkin, playing with food without eating

Once you've established a prevailing mood, you've pretty much set the course of your story. No reader will expect the main character to party all night with loud rock music after a sinister description of his way back home.

Enlarging Conflict

Think of the things or actions that will eventually build up to the main conflict. Then, choose a setting that will naturally bring out such an action/ though from the characters in it.

Conflict = Woman hasn't spoken to her son for a decade and now, she has to confront him

Setting: House where she raised her son, among things that he hasn't seen in all that time, working bits of backstory into objects in the house (tie in a sofa, picture on the wall), mannerisms of the characters as they greet each other at the door.

Allow the setting to provide the little sparks that will blow up eventually. This way, you can effectively cut out that slow middle and jump into action without much effort.

Description is a matter of wordsmithing, of selecting preciosuly the right words to create certain meanings. Make every word and sentence count.

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softxsuki · 3 months

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hi!!! I saw your valentines letter event and wanted to request a little idea I had when I saw it! A prohero!katsuki and civilian fem!reader who are in an established relationship of a few years, maybe even married if it fits the plot better. He calls her “star” and is sending the letter from a foreign country while on a mission— maybe she gets it as a delivery with flowers.

The writing would consist of him admiring her little traits that she thinks go unnoticed, like a habit of her drawing little figures on notes she packs in his lunch. He’d be apologizing for not being there in person and wanting to make it up to her, he leaves a note to her at the end telling her to call him at a certain time, with a tiny drawing of his own.

idrk about a genre but like cute vibes that arent too cheesy😭🤞

-⭐️(idk if someone used that already🧍🏽‍♀️)

Bakugou's Love Letter To His Fiancée

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

Warnings: none? idk

Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you like your letter from Bakugou :)

It wasn’t easy being the fiancée of a pro hero. And moments like these were especially hard. Your soon to be husband and lover of several years was currently out of the country on an important mission.

It was torture trying to sleep at night wondering if he was okay or not. Contact was sparse since you didn’t want to accidentally interrupt him at an important time, so most of your conversations were made when he called you first.

Today was different though, it was Valentine’s Day. Walking through the streets and seeing all the couples walking hand in hand, all the ads on being in love, and countless vendors selling flowers and chocolates for people to buy and give to their significant other–it made you feel especially lonely.

Of course, Bakugou was never into these “idiotic” holiday traditions that he called a scam to get money from people, but every year he always gave in and treated you to dinner, taking the day to spend it with you, his love.

You sigh, walking past another couple walking with interlocked hands as the woman carries a huge bouquet of flowers in her arms. Right now you just wanted to be in Bakugou’s arms where he could hold you and whisper tender words in your ears in the privacy of your home–you missed him.

It was already the evening when you finally arrived back at your home for the day from work, trudging yourself up the stairs, but a package caught your eye. It was addressed to you, yet you couldn’t remember ordering anything for yourself.

You lift the box in your hands before looking at your surroundings like Bakuogu taught you, before opening the front door and entering your home. You lock the door before placing the box and your belongings on the kitchen counter, opening the box.

Inside is a beautiful bouquet of flowers along with a note that reads;

Y/N,

Happy Valentine’s Day, star. Can’t believe I’m doing this, but I walked past this flower shop during patrol in this country and these flowers reminded me of you. They kinda look like stars and coincidentally are called starflowers. Hopefully the shitty mail carriers listened to the fragile sticker on the box and they still look decent.

I’m sorry I can’t be there with you today, I’m sure you’re feeling lonely, hell…even I am and I don’t even like this stupid holiday or whatever. I miss your messages in my lunch along with those ridiculous drawings you add in. I miss waking up beside you and watching you rest peacefully before getting up for work, I miss having you in my arms. Dammit star, I miss you. I miss you like crazy, it’s taking everything in me not to just leave this mission to damn Deku and coming back home to you.

I want to make you my wife already, I want to be your husband, I want you. But I can't leave, not yet anyway. I’ll do what I can to get to you as soon as possible and I’ll make it up to you when I get back. We can go out and do whatever you want for the day, I’ll be all yours for the whole day with no interruptions, just say the word.

But for now, I hope those flowers make you feel at least a little loved. I love you…call me when you get this. It doesn't matter what time it is, just call me. I’ll pick up. See you soon.

Kats.

You wipe the few tears that fell from your face after reading his letter, laughing a little at the small drawing he did at the bottom of the letter. His attempt at trying to draw for you like you always did for him. Cute. Who knew Bakugou could be so romantic? It was the first letter he had ever written you, and it was beautiful.

You quickly grab your phone and hit his contact name, giving him a call like he asked. After a few rings he picks up, sounding out of breath.

“Kats? Are you okay? Did I call at a bad time?”

“Nope, perfect timing actually, just finished working out. I guess the package arrived? Did you like it?”

“Of course I did,” I cry out, “I wasn’t expecting that at all. Thank you, it was a great surprise.”

He laughs on the other end, feeling proud of making his girl happy, going on and on about how you shouldn’t have expected anything less from him.

“Hmm and that drawing was cute as well,” you tease, and he starts grumbling on the other end of the line, muttering for you to hush.

As you spoke to him on the phone, you felt the loneliness slowly leave your body, it was nice to just talk to him like this even if you couldn’t be together. Hearing his voice was still comforting.

“Alright, I should probably head out, it’s nearing midnight now and I have the night patrol tonight, so I have to get going. You made sure to lock the door when you got in right?” He asks, the sound of him shuffling into his hero suit fills your ears.

“Of course I did. It’s locked and the alarm is on. Go be a hero,” you smile to yourself, “I love you. I’ll talk to you later”

“Good girl. I love you too, talk to you soon.”

And then the line went dead, your heart doing a little loop at his choice of words.

Though you couldn’t spend the day of love with your lover, you were glad that he thought of you and sent you something that made him think of you. It was definitely another Valentine’s Day you’d remember, but you couldn’t wait for him to finally return home so you could be in his arms again.

Posted: 2/14/2024

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icyhottodo · 10 months

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DAY AND NIGHT ˚₊✩‧₊

summary: you have always been in love with your best friend, but you weren’t sure if he liked you back due to his behavior of flirting with many people, including you. but you finally get your answer when isagi takes you out.

contains: f2l-ish, it's implied to but yeah LOL, gn reader, 1.6k words, pinning from both sides, isagi calls you love, pretty, and babe.

nini’s notes: i quite literally hate this but the idea was cute in my head ok? (๑•́o•̀๑) i wanted this song to feel like day & night by jung seunghwan! you guys should give it a listen. lastly, thank you to ri (@riabriyn) for proofreading <3

people often call teenagers and young adults in the prime of their lives. the reason why? because they are old enough to gain more freedom from their family, they can escape situations more easily.

summer break so far has been quite boring; the weather was too hot for you to go anywhere fun. you were lying carelessly on the floor of your living room, just staring at the ceiling. until isagi bursts into your home, happily walking in. your home is a second home to isagi, so knocking is unnecessary for him.

"y/n! get ready; we’re going somewhere!" isagi excitedly jumped onto you after he found you. you made an ‘oomph’ noise due to isagi’s sudden weight.

"where are we going?

"that, my love, is a secret." he climbs on top of you and puts his index finger on top of your lips, showing how much isagi wanted to keep it a surprise.

isagi tends to be touchy with you and quite often calls you pet names. this usually causes misunderstandings between your friends because they think that both of you are dating, but isagi would always clarify, saying the relationship was purely platonic. nonetheless, whenever he is close to you or gives you cute nicknames, it always makes your stomach churn, not knowing if that feeling is good or not.

you turn your head to the side to avoid looking at his charming smirk, but you can't help but hide a smile forming on your face. "alright, isagi."

isagi gets off you and sits right next to you, saying, "go get ready and make sure you dress warmly; we’ll stay there at night."

the next thing you know, you’re in isagi’s car, driving through the streets, recognizing the roads until you no longer know where you are. with the soothing music on the radio and isagi’s humming, you start to feel tired. your eyelids slowly close with time until you lose consciousness.

"hey there, sleepyhead." you can feel a hand run through your head, massaging your scalp. the action was so soothing, it almost made you fall asleep once again.

"woah there, don’t go sleeping on me again, love. come on; we’re here." isagi stops massaging your head, making you whine. nonetheless effectively waking you up. sleepily, you look around your surroundings. you quickly concluded that isagi had brought you to a small local fair located in a park. so everything around you was surrounded by grass, children, vendors, and many people.

"come on! i’ll buy you as many snacks as you want. but not those carnival games; they’re a scam." isagi warmly smiles at you, quickly adding to that last sentence about fair booths. isagi holds out his hand to pull out of his car while saying that. damn. there goes your heart again. you hope isagi isn’t able to hear your heart pounding this fast. you take isagi’s hand, not wanting to leave him hanging for too long.

most of the rides were kid-friendly, so you weren’t exactly out of energy. after deciding you two were done with rides, you two went for the carnival games, and you scanned through the prizes for each carnival booth, which mainly consisted of plushies until an award caught your eye. the reward was a plushie of one of your favorite animals, and it was huge.

coincidentally, you and isagi approached the very same booth with the plushie that had caught your eye. isagi looked at the carnival game, and to his surprise, the game was a kick-and-score booth. the way to win is basically in the name; in front of the player is a cardboard wall with a soccer net painted. finally, a circular hole was carved out right in the middle of the soccer goal. all isagi needed to do was kick the soccer ball into that hole.

"one soccer ball, please," isagi said while pulling out the required tokens to play. this made you turn to isagi in confusion. you thought earlier that isagi had said these carnival games were rigged. now he is suddenly playing them? perhaps isagi is playing this game because the game is related to soccer, as you assumed.

and you weren't surprised when isagi’s soccer ball fits right through the carved-out hole, assuming that's why he won through the vigorous training he went through in blue lock. "wow, it's not easy to make that goal, kid." the booth keeper stated in awe. "which prize do you want? you can get anything." the booth keeper showed isagi all of the prizes he could choose from, but without a thought, isagi pointed at the very same plushie you were staring at minutes ago. your face quickly morphs into shock when isagi excitedly turns to you, handing over the plushie he worked so hard to gain.

"here, it's for you," isagi hesitantly said with an evident blush on his face. flustered by his actions, you still gratefully took the stuffed animal with a wide smile.

"thank you, isagi." you held the present up to your chest and held it tightly. you never mentioned anything about the plushie to isagi. but when you two approached the booth, isagi noticed that you were just staring at the prize you wanted. in his mind, he instantly knew he wanted to win that prize to make you happy. he’ll do anything to see you smile. "you two are such a cute couple. reminds me of me and my wife."

immediately, you and isagi turned to each other in confusion before turning back to the carnival booth keeper. right when you were about to deny the allegations of you two being a couple, isagi beat you to it.

"thank you." you blankly stared at isagi, taking a few seconds to comprehend what he just said. but before you could realize what he had said, isagi pulled you away and started to walk away before you could deny anything to the carny.

you didn’t know whether to say anything or not. opting to choose the first option, feigning ignorance about whatever happened earlier. isagi didn’t even approach any other carnival game after the first game.

you two continued to walk around the fair, eating some cotton candy or freshly made popcorn, until the sun started to set. isagi confidently interlocks his hand with yours, and he starts leading you away from the rides and off to the grassier areas. you can see people setting up blankets or even tents on the grass throughout the park. once you two found a clear spot, isagi let go of your hand and said, "hold on, i’ll be right back soon."

you stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. you waited for a few minutes until isagi ran back to you, holding two thick blankets between his arm and chest; the other was a picnic box. "here... i got these... for you." isagi puffs out from what you can safely assume was because of the running.

you helped isagi lay the blanket on the grass, and the two of you sat on it. isagi places the woven basket right in between the basket and opens it to grab something inside. you soon find out what isagi was looking for when isagi pulls out two white cloths along with two candles.

"we’re making lanterns!" isagi showed the white cloths excitedly. "it's a lantern festival." isagi continued, his hand gesturing to the people around you guys. when you looked you noticed each blanket had at least one shining light on them. you look up at the sky, and you can see the stars shining. you were brought back to reality when isagi jokingly accused you and asked, "babe, are you not going to help me build your lantern?"

you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance, before scooting over closer to where isagi sat. in the midst of setting them up, isagi says, "we’re supposed to let these lanterns float at..." isagi checks the time on his watch: "eleven p.m., so in five minutes or so."

the time seemed to pass by quickly since you started to see people stand up and let their lanterns start to fly. you two start to get ready to release the lanterns. you hold the bottom of the lantern’s cloth and gently lift the light into the air with the countdown with isagi’s.

"wow." you exclaimed in awe, "the lanterns look so pretty." once the two your eyes sparkled from all the light from the lanterns and the stars.

isagi wished he had taken a photo of you; instead of looking at the lanterns, he was admiring you. his eyes stay on you and nothing else. "yeah, they look extremely pretty."

you noticed that isagi’s tone sounded a bit dreamy, which made you turn to him. who was already looking at you. your eyes widen slightly from seeing isagi turn pink from being caught by you; you were lucky to catch a glimpse of a flustered isagi because of all the lanterns. you laughed nervously. did isagi mean that you’re pretty? "isagi, you’re not even looking at the sky. how can you claim that the sky is pretty?"

"i mean, you are pretty."

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tiyoin · 2 years

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Tho this is a different account, I’ll always be a whore for sagau 🫦

ft alhaitham🙈

Kaveh, out and about doing whatever he does- Alhatiham was lucky to have his alone time.

His chest still as he peered down at the capsule. Its brass chill subsided into a comforting warmth as it lay heavy in his palm.

There was a temptation to it. An impulse to just have a tiny peek inside.

Just a singular blurb of information wouldn’t hurt...

He scoffed, throwing the capsule onto his bed.

What a riot. Him? Tempted by some forbidden fruit? Ha! As if!

He paced his room, hands perched on his hips as the sun started to set in the west. Fragments of golden rays slipped through his window and illuminated his room, occasionally getting in his eye. Though that didn’t break him from his thoughts.

He wasn’t like those foolish scholars or that idiotic eremite! He was a scribe- a member of the havarat for crying out loud!

Yet the simmering amber never failed to catch his eye. The sun only added to its brilliance. Its usual crimson shimmer was only enhanced in the light as it glew on his emerald bedsheets.

It looked like a ruby…

He was no idiot. The street vendors knew as much, so they never tried to scam or rip him off. His peers and co-workers knew as much, so they found it useless to engage in small talk with him

But the academy deemed him one. Promising him a look inside as a reward for doing the dirty work for them.

He knew what they were planning- they wanted to get dispose of him. Discard all loose ends and throw him to Aaru village, making a fool of him and his name.

He chuckled.

Was forbidden knowledge really worth the risk? Was it worth losing his mind- his sanity over? To know things only the dead knew?

Like those archons, Khaneri’ha, the scarlet king. Was knowing their secrets worth the price?

His mind felt like lead, the same with his limbs from the impromptu battle with that crazed eremite.

He was no way out of shape, yet he felt like he had just run a marathon without any food or water.

He’s tired, that's all...

The sun dimmed under his windowsill, the capsule back to its usual mixture of shimmering red and ambers. Its casing was still warm. He placed it on his bedside table, shed his coat, and simply laid done, arms supporting his head as his mind still raced with questions; Why did the Akademiya assign him this mission? What were the `sage's plans? Who stole the knowledge capsule in the first place, and why? The Scarlet King…

Whatever. He’ll just worry about those in the morning...

Like an anchor being cast into the sea, his eyes closed. His mind was still a mess as he tried to control his breathing. There wasn’t much he could do besides let those itching thoughts pass and control his breathing. To not grab onto a theory and spend the rest of the night dissecting it. To not grab his coat and snoop in some dark alley.

No, he needed his energy for tomorrow, he convinced himself.

His body slowly relaxed, sinking further into his made bed as his breathing finally stabilized.

There was a quick flash of red. So quick that he almost missed it. Then there was another quick burst, this time of green. Then of silver, then blue, more greens, pinks, maroons, and teals, all until they started bleeding together in a perverted rainbow, constantly moving, changing like a roaring river.

It stopped.

It’s black. Pitch black.

Something you’d only experience in a torture chamber to deprive you of your senses. To drive you insane.

He didn’t move, nor breathe, not knowing what was happening, or what was to come.

“Greater lord Rukkhadvata! You mustn’t kneel like that” a voice? Whipping his head to the direction heard the voice, the abyss only stared back at him as he inched his hand towards the hilt of his blade.

“Nonsense. Only a fool wouldn't bow in your presence or honor” unlike the other voice, this one wasn’t as panicked, instead, held a calming sense of maturity and elegance.

Almost like an Akademiya student. Then again, this was Greater Lord Rukkhadata he was talking about.

Though he wondered. 'Who had Sumeru’s great archon on her knees bowing?'

The voice continued bantering as the stream of colors started again.

“Please, you know that I don’t like you doing that”

“But your grace, it would be-“

“It wouldn't be damaging if I told you not to! You’re my friend, not my servant. Now c’mon.”

The colors stopped as he was now in a throne room. Though this- this wasn’t like anything he’s seen before. He knows all of Sumeru’s buildings and architecture like the back of his hand… yet he's never seen such a building before in his life.

Not in the world, especially not in the textbooks he's burned into his brain

Tall marble walls that were shaped pointing up, like a Zaytun peach sprout. The insides were contradictory to the Akademiya’s buildings. Instead of white with green, they were gold and white. Everything was white, accented with the colors gold and crimson.

It was breathtaking. Truly.

Never before had he imagined such craftsmanship. Marble statues of each archon `stood tall on columned shelves, where natural light spilled from the windows above them.

But that was what he was worried about, no. Instead, he could help but stare at the big golden statue in the center of the room where it was in the middle of a pool of water.

Stepping closer, he drank up every crook and crevice of the statute. Their flowy cloth clothing, the natural pose of them holding an orb.. no. It looked more like a star. A star so shiny it looks like it was just plucked from the night sky.

They were stunning. Beautiful. Breathtaking. Anyone young or old, art critic or janitor could tell how much love and care was put into this statue. How much blood sweat and tears the artist took to make sure they got it in the image of this… god?

Slowly, his eyes trailed up towards their arm and to their face.

That’s odd.

“Sit down, please”

His eyes followed his head as he couldn't tear himself away from the statue's face. He was entranced.

Something was nipping at the back of his brain telling him that he’s seen them before. That they aren’t just a mysterious god, but someone he knew

It was like he got burnt, his brain panicked as his eyes widened in shock.

You

You were on the couch in front of Greater Lord Rukkhadavata, who was still on her knees in front of you, though she looked more comfortable than anything.

Leaning down, your hands were in hers as you gently guided her up towards the couch.

He assumed he was invisible, as neither of you batted an eye at him. Continuing your interaction like you were in a play. Lines delivered flawlessly. You both really complimented each other.

Why was he here? How did he get there?

Must have been the knowledge capsule… did it automatically connect to his akksha terminal? Shaking his head to clear up the jumbling thoughts. He decided to ask questions later and just observe.

You two were both now seated next to each other, knees touching and shoulders mushing into one. Anyone could tell that there was a closeness to you. That you'd been friends for a while. But it looked like greater lord Rukkhadvata was trying to merge with you. Her body squished more and more into yours as she listened to you intently. The small smile and intense look on her face showed that she was either drinking up every word you said, or she was doing what he did before; memorizing every pore on your face, watching every muscle twitch as you rambled, slowly getting lost in your own little world- she was enthralled.

“Your grace, why did you stop talking?”

A chill ran up his spine as you made eye contact with him. He must be at least 12-15 meters away, yet he could see every color, every pattern in your eye. It startled him, thinking that it might have been a mistake, and you just spaced out like you usually do. But you were blinking, breathing, conscious.

“Your grace?”

“Why does she call you that?” he blurted out on instinct.

“You shouldn’t be here”

“I- your grace-“

“Then let me go”

“That is not my choice to make, you are in the capsule's memories. When there is everything you need to know, it will bring you back”

“What more do I need to know?”

Your counterpart huffed, leaning back comfortably as Greater Lord Rukkahadvata stared at him, or the vicinity he was in with an obviously stressed face.

“That’s for you to figure out” you broke wow contact, turning back to Greater Lord Rukkahadvata and continuing your previous conversation like you weren’t just talking to thin air

This wasn’t you. It’s not possible. You had such a dignified grace to you. Speaking beautifully and with purpose, yet the real you would stutter and make weird noises when inconvenienced.

This was over 300 hundred years, yet you're alive and breathing now- you couldn’t be an archon or from Khaenri'ah

Yet Greater Lord Rukkahadvata kept calling you ‘your grace’ and there was a gold statue of you, surrounded by a gleaming gold fountain with water so clear it looked like air.

“You’re the creator, aren’t you”

Your eyes met his before you dusted your lap and got up. Greater lord… should he even be calling her that with how dependent she was to you? She was following you like a puppy, babbling about how you should sit down and let her get whatever you need.

“Nonsense” you grew closer to him, eyes never once wavering. “I am simply the person you know as ‘y/n’ “

Like slow motion you walked past him, the wind behind you whispering in his ear as he got punched in the face- huh

That’s what it felt like as the changing stream of color engulfed him again, though, unlike last time, there was a feeling of lightness in the pit of his stomach. His limbs stiff through the harsh windows of the tunnel. Though the wind was pushing him, he couldn't breathe well. Or he had to breathe consciously or else he’d probably die. Never before had he experienced something like this from a knowledge capsule.

The capsules usually show or just insert information into one's terminal- yet this causes him to have an allusion of the past. Nothing he’s ever seen before.

With a startling gasp, he woke up. He was sweating bullets yet it felt like someone (Kaveh) had poured a gallon of ice water over him. Everything hurt. His body won’t listen to him, to get away from that damned thing, the risk that something like that will happen again.

“Fuck” he drawled out, chest heaving as he gave up on moving.

His body and mind were in overdrive, trying to figure out what happened. Images of you, a companion of the traveler, were playing on repeat in his mind as questions upon questions flooded his brain, each one he tried to solve would only make 5 more pop up.

Who the fuck were you

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Lets Watch Murder Mystery TV and Listen To 80s Music

Keigo Takami x reader, sfw, word count 7,652, gender neutral pronouns for reader, tw for mild violence,

Not really fluff? Well there's a little fluff. Hawks needs your quirk, and in the process gets tangled up in your quiet but brightly lit life. He hangs around :p

Your bag felt heavier than usual as you boarded the bus. The sky was a hazy blue, and it was just cold enough for a hoodie. You had little plans for the day: visit a few of your favorite shops, come back home, maybe make a new playlist, and read a little. It was your day off from work, one you would typically save for relaxing.

You took a window seat and opened the letter again. It had been among some junk mail. It looked inconspicuous. But you had not been able to identify a sender; not even some scam credit card company wouldn’t leave the envelope unaddressed. Opening it, you found a handwritten letter—or rather, a note.

'meet me at the infinity mirrors'

You didn't know what that meant at first. You folded the paper into your pocket, trying to decipher the list of possible suspects. Who would send you a letter? No one came to mind, especially with the message the letter was trying to send. Anyone close to you would not bring up mirrors or reflections; they'd know better.

The bus turned a corner, and it came to you—an infinity mirror. It was an exhibit at the art museum. Checking Google confirmed your suspicions. Yayoi Kusama's infinity mirrors, while undeniably ethereal, made a part of your heart shudder.

It was in line with your bus's route, though. You could stay on for another two stops and walk to the art museum. But you didn't. You didn't want to talk to anyone there. You didn't want to go there at all. If someone wanted to talk to you so badly, they would find another way.

You texted a friend about the weird note, went about your shopping, and carried on.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·��*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

It had been raining for several days now. You were in the kitchen watching over the stove as you cooked dinner. Taking occasional glances at the rain's patter and consistent hum. With winter beginning to melt away, you had hoped for a bit of sun, but the gray clouds did not seem to be leaving any time soon.

You flicked the stove off, and the burners shut off. There is another sound. You look around to find its source and see an envelope had slipped through your mailbox. Mail had already come today. You pick it up with tender fingers and peek out the window. No one was there.

You hesitate to open it, but curiosity gets the better of you. It's the same handwriting and the same message.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The next morning, another letter of the same variety came in the mail. Today was different, though. You needed to go to work. Since you didn't work with customers, you didn't need to wear a uniform, but you always ended up in all-black clothes anyway because they hid water stains.

The city unfolded before you on the bus. The children playing at the park were bright, colorful splotches in the gray matter of the sky—street vendors with flowers, food, and trinkets. Shops with open doors, smoke pillowing off the restaurant roofs. Skyscrapers and high-rise apartments were distant in their mass, like giants watching over the streets.

You pulled for your stop. The downtown aquarium was not particularly packed in the middle of the day. You breeze past the front desk, swipe into the back office, and toss your things into your locker.

Most of the place was designed to look like an underwater cave. The only light was the blues, purples, and pinks from the walls of tanks. Some rooms allowed for more light, and the water was a lighter blue, but it was never harsh light. You did a typical walkthrough first, and then it was time to check filters, switch cartridges, and make sure tank temperatures stayed accurate.

You spent most of the day ducking in and out of doors, walking along small private staircases away from the public. Then you moved to another tank. The jellyfish tank was massive and an odd circular shape, too, which meant the filters were in strange spots.

It was on one of these staircases that you met him.

"You know it's rude to ignore an invitation completely," The sudden intrusion froze you; you're sitting on the catwalk, leaning over the jellyfish. You find Hawks, a face impossible not to recognize. Unsure of what to say to the superstar, you stayed silent.

"Was going to leave you another note at the front desk but thought it would be better to invite you myself," He pulled an envelope from his jacket pocket and extended it to you.

You took it and found tickets to the art exhibit inside, "I don't know why you keep trying to get me to go, I'm not, and this is an employee-only space, you need to leave,"

Perhaps you wouldn't have been so curt if he hadn't bought up the infinity mirrors. The wall is entirely blue, and his red wings clashed with it as he descended the stairs. You follow, trying to show him out. Once back out in the dark, low lighting of the tanks, he said something that puts your heart onto a roller coaster.

"There's not a lot of room for shadows here, is there?" He asked. You stared at him, disgusted.

"What do you want?"

"You're help,"

"I doubt a quirk like mine is irreplaceable," You started to walk along the path of tanks. Green chromis schools, corydoras, and yellow-headed jaw fish burrowing and playing with sand.

"Give yourself more credit,"

"Give myself credit for something I was born with?"

"You know what I mean,"

"I do," You said with a sarcastic scoff. He was going to try to flatter you, weasel his words like splinters under your skin. He just wanted help.

"Don't you want to know why? What for?"

You did, but you would not admit this to him. It wouldn't matter anyway. You had been struggling to use your quirk for a long time. He stopped in front of the tank with various colorful saltwater fish. You kept walking. You think he'd have given in and followed, but he is still watching the fish.

"You really need to leave,"

He holds up his wrist to show you his wristband, "I'm an esteemed guest,"

You stood next to him, watching as the fish glided by with ease, twisting around coral and ducking through rocks. He pointed at one of the fish, "What's that one?"

"A mandarin goby,"

He hummed like he had just learned a secret—the goby flutters along the coral, around rocks. At first, you chose to work at the aquarium because of your own needs. A quiet, dark place. One where a person didn't pay much mind to the reflections around them but rather the fish. After your week long training you found that you had grown attached to the fish.

They swam and ate. Their purpose was direct and easy to understand. They had fins, so they swam. Often, you'd get stuck watching the creatures gracefully shift through the waters. You took a glimpse at Hawks in the weak reflection of the glass. His wings tucked behind his shoulders, he looked out of orbit here.

You sighed, and Hawks turned to you, "Fine. I'll go with you. But I can't promise I can help,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

In midday, the gallery had started to fill up with people. A few people came up to Hawks to take pictures, but other than that, it was quiet. You supposed it had something to do with the atmosphere, the way a library was meant to be quiet.

Neither of you stopped by the various paintings or the quilt exhibit. You two had an obvious destination. You stepped closer to a painting to avoid knocking into another guest when Hawks chuckled, looking back at the almost collision.

"How does that work?"

"How does what work?" You asked, and Hawks gestured with his hand to the lights that pointed to the paintings.

"I'm not sure. My body doesn't change, I don't refract light, I don't have something that changes the density of my body, its something else,"

Hawks was still looking at the floor and the walls behind you, "Does it…bother you?"

"Yes," You said with gritted teeth, trying not to be too harsh with him. He knew exactly what to say to irritate you.

"Did you have one when you were younger?"

"Yes," You don't know how to explain to anyone what it was like. Being five years old in the classroom, sitting during reading time and listening to your teacher, you were tired, eyes blinking slowly as the warm golden sun entered the class windows. Then your shadow started to shrink away, you looked out to find what cloud was passing by but found none. You straighten up, trying to find out what was wrong but nothing was wrong. Your shadow had disappeared.

It was like losing a friend you didn't know you had.

Another banner directed you two down a long corridor. A gallery attendant greeted you, explained how to interact with the exhibit, giving Hawks a shy warning about his wing span. In the gallery room you found six large boxes, like little rooms. You realized that this was where the mirrors must be and shrunk back. Hawks waited patiently at the entrance to one of the boxes.

He opened the door for you and you step inside. All the walls were mirrors. Endless sparks of light, lone sparkles of light hanging in the void. Hawks' silhouette was repeated over and over again in the mirrors, you were not. You had no shadow, no reflection, and in a room full of both you were a pure observer.

"Woah," Hawks circled you, eyes flitting between you and the mirrors.

"It's not about light or absence of light, it's about existing somewhere else," you said, taking careful steps to get closer to one of the walls, "I used to go this lab, which is where you must have got my information," You paused hoping those words strike him somewhere, "we did lots of tests, experiments, in the end the closest we came to a conclusion," you pressed your fingers up to the mirror, a blip of ripples, and then your hand is sinking into the mirror.

Hawks watched closely as you stepped into the mirror. Once you were on the other side you started to walk along the perimeter of the room. He couldn’t pinpoint where your voice was coming from though, it was softer, less distinct and echoed around him, "Is that I exist in more than one place, and that is what allows my quirk to work," You stepped back out of the mirror.

"That is not a simple quirk." Hawks said as you two headed to the next room. You shrugged, unsure how to explain that beyond your mirror tricks, you couldn't do much.

The next box was brightly lit, and soft sculptures rose from the floor like roots. White with red polka dots, the twisted vines repeated forever in the wall of mirrors.

"Can you show me the other thing?" Hawks said, looking for a place to step that wouldn't disrupt the exhibit. You stepped into the mirror.

"What do you want to see?" You asked him.

“Anything," He said, you closed your eyes in concentration. You thought of a clear blue sky, you started to wander in the image a bit, there was a grassy hill, tall trees, wild flowers.

You decided to try something else. From Hawks's perspective, the mirrors turned into the grassy hill, and then the image wavered as you imagined something else.

It was the aquarium. He saw himself through your eyes as he cornered you on the catwalk. The two of you in the gallery and everything until this moment.

You stepped out back into the art piece, "It's easier for me when something is fresh in my mind, or when I get to make something up, because then the details are less important,"

"Good to know,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Hawks and you had settled into a cafe not far from the museum. One that he must have frequented often enough because the baristas only nodded at him and later brought out his order. An iced caramel latte and a slice of crepe cake. He ate as he spoke.

"We've tried to break the hypnosis in a lot of ways. But the way the hypnosis is cast is through reflections somehow, you are the safest option for us,"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"We'll have a test run. We have one of the victims in custody now and we want you to try to work with them,"

You placed your drink on the table. Getting a chance to help people would be nice but this situation had the chance to escalate into something more dangerous. You weren't a hero either; you didn't have a license, so this whole ordeal felt a bit off to you no matter how many times Hawks said there were papers you could sign.

Hawks had explained that someone was using their quirk to control people, but once the person was no longer of use they would just abandon them. With no one to control them they were mindless and couldn't complete simple tasks on their own. So far the hypnosis had been used mainly for breaking and entering.

"Can I ask you something else?" He asked.

"What?"

"Why didn't you become a hero?" He thought your quirk was brilliant.

"It's not as desirable as you think," You said, covering your mouth with your drink.

"Never said it was,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

That night at home you couldn't stop thinking of Hawk's face when he had said that. Had he not wanted to be a hero? Some heroes were open about their personal lives, where they came from, their family, but upon reflection you knew very little about Hawks.

To be as good a hero as he was though, he had to garner something from it, have some passion, but it probably wasn't that straightforward.

You laid in bed that night thinking about Hawks. Despite the tense beginning you had had with him, you found something about him easy-going. He had also been the first person in a long time to witness your quirk, which was an honor of sorts.

Helping people with your quirk had always sounded out of reach to you. It didn't click with you. Ever. Your quirk was strange, and it took a lot of energy from you. As a child you worked endlessly to try to get any sort of tolerance but that didn't work. The art exhibit with Hawks had left you desperate for a meal and nap.

You worried that he would ask for you to do more.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Hawks was asking you to do more. Or he was taking precautionary measures that you wanted to roll your eyes at. He had given you directions to what appeared to be an office building but upon entering you recognized it as a kind of lab, or hospital.

There was also a space meant just for quirk usage and physical training, from the type of gym equipment there you supposed the room could be used for physical therapy.

But that was not what you and Hawks were using it for. You were sweating, hunched over, hands on knees, trying to regain some composure. He was there, waiting patiently. Or maybe not patiently. The more time you spent with the hero, the harder he became to read. In his arms was a mirror, a cheap full length one that had a little waver in its reflection.

"One more," Hawks said.

You nodded. Taking your hand to wipe away the dewing sweat on your forehead, you let the motion flow. From your face to the mirror you pointed. The mirror exploded in imagery. Straining, you tried to focus on the one image you needed. Colorful stars that started to swirl in a kaleidoscope. You increased the speed they moved and then violently halted them. It was going to be the first image you tried with the victims.

Hawks seemed satisfied for the day and sat beside you on the little plastic bench. You tried not to down all your water bottle at once, to slow your breathing back to its normal pace.

As you calmed you started to feel the soreness in your body from the work. The room smelled of sweat, and there was another scent there too. Like the manufactured perfumes that men wore, that were unnatural and brazen. You sniffed the air and decided it was Hawks.

"What's wrong?" Hawks was following your gaze to the mirror. You shrug, still trying to wind down from the session, "Maybe if you use your quirk more it will come back. You never know,"

He was referring to your shadow. You shook your head. The room shrinking in on you, the terrible mirror, Hawks revolving door of emotions that moved just as fast.

"Don't count on it,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The first session with a victim went rather smoothly. They do vomit and scream, begged for water to drink. You had tried to interject to help them but a swarm of medical professionals had descended upon the room.

Only Hawks and you remained in the room now. It was designed for this exact purpose. Tall mirrors, the cleanest, clearest you had ever seen were the walls, ceiling and floor. A steel table and chair chained to the ground. Hawks sat in it were less than an hour ago the hypnotized victim sat. Hawks boots propped up on the table, "Have you ever taken someone in?"

"I'd never do that to someone,"

"Why not?"

"I don't even understand my quirk, how could I be sure another person would even survive?"

A single red feather darted into the mirror like a bird blindsided by a window in its flight path. You shook your head no, leaving him alone in the room.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The second go with breaking the hypnosis is much the same. This time you try more soothing images, a beach on a bright afternoon, rolling waves that crash onto the beach. Unlike the last victim, who was awoken by spinning stars, this one does not throw up. They are still rather dizzy though.

You leave before Hawks can spin his way around the guards to make chirps about your quirk. They are always indirect. He mentions buying a new desk lamp that doesn't create too much shadow, or asking for mirror recommendations because his last one fell over and broke. He knows a guy who can copy quirks, he's been taking a protein that according to ad's strengthens your quirk. Buffers really before he asks his main question again more directly.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The fifth victim does not wake up. You tried the beach. A stunning field of flowers below a mountain valley. City at dawn. You cut the illusions, Hawks opened the hidden door to hand you the victims file again.

You hesitated before conjuring up their childhood home, their old school, a restaurant their parents had mentioned in their interview. Family had been contacted as they were once again legal guardians over their incapacitated mind numbed adults. None of the information they gave you worked.

You were dismissed after an hour of attempts. You could barely stand and let Hawks put his shoulder under yours to guide you out into the hallway. You two sat on the bench in silence not looking at each other.

There was a boiling disappointment in you. Why didn’t it work this time? What could you have done to make it work? Was it even you? Not knowing made it worse. You wanted to be able to ask someone, anyone, but truly the answer was invisible.

"Hawks," He sat up, he had been leaning on his knees but now he placed his head back against the wall to show he was listening, "Let's try it,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Your house had light everywhere. Lamps and nightlights kept a steady flow of ambient light. You hadn't considered why you had been drawn to decorate this way until you came home and all the lights switched on.

Hawks kept his wings tucked close as he followed you to the kitchen. You told him to help himself to the fridge as you searched for something in the bedroom. In your absence several feathers dislodged and surveyed the house in detail for him.

He poured himself a glass of water and took an apple from the bowl on the counter. He did feel uneasy about pushing you to this. He never expected you to change your mind, and if he was honest, the expression on your face back at the lab was a frightening form of resolve.

"This," You returned to the kitchen, in your hand was a compact mirror, "is an old birthday gift,"

You handed the mirror to Hawks, he admired you for a very brief moment, you changed into more comfortable clothes and looked much more relaxed. Then he admired the mirror. It was old, but clean and durable, you'd kept good care of it. Silver, with an intricate engraving on the back. He pushed a button and it popped open revealing the mirror.

"Why this?"

"It's the only mirror I've ever liked,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Hawks stood with Tokoyami and Sero in an empty UA classroom. Originally Hawks had wanted Best Jeanist for this job but his instinct told him that having another high ranking hero involved would have been too overwhelming for you.

Hawks gave the boys a pat on the back before drifting out into the hallway on a soft glide. Your bathroom trip was exceeding a normal time and Hawks sidled up to the restroom entrance. A sharp turn guarded the bathroom stalls. He could hear the drip of the faucet, your hands grinding as you gripped the sink.

He stepped into the restroom, you had been staring straight into the mirror and upon hearing him turned to meet his eyes. In the afternoon sunlight, your own eyes shone with natural warmth. This one moment of eye contact felt so long, so illuminated and pure that Hawks was truly unprepared for the way your body snapped against the wall.

But it wasn’t the wall it was the mirror. Both of you were screaming, but your voice was muffled and echoing. Half your body, including your head, had been yanked into the mirror. Hawks had managed to grab your other arm and braced his shoes against the sink.

Tokoyami and Sero were quick on their response. Tape, feathers, and a dark rope of shadow wrapped around your arm.

"Talk to me!" Hawks gasped out the words, his entire body tense as he and the boys tried to bring you back, "What do you see?"

"Nothing! There’s nothing-" whatever you were going to say next gets cut off by a deafening screech, then a flashbang as a howl of light encompassed the bathroom. Dark Shadow retreated and there was another bang as Sero threw his other arm out to catch you, his body colliding with the sink. The sound of ripping tape as he kept having to throw new strips out.

"Tokoyami, there’s a mirror in my pocket, open it," Hawk’s work-study student does as ordered and Hawks calls your name out once more, "You need to follow my voice, jump to the sound of my voice, you mirror is in front of me,"

Tokoyami held the little compact mirror out in front of Hawk's face. Your whole body shook and burned with the effort. You listened to Hawks, who was recounting nonsense, but his voice was clear. Shutting your eyes tight, you hone in on his voice. You think of the mirror you’ve seen dozens of times, what it must look like in front of Hawks and then silence.

The light, the tape, the rustle of feathers all stop. The mirror above the sink showed three startled faces. With a definitive strike Hawks shattered the larger mirror. Still, he was skeptical and turned the compact mirror the other way, as if what was on the other side of the mirror was still going to reach out and grab you.

"You two get me Aizawa," The boys ran off, sneakers squeaking out in the hall as they ran as fast as possible.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The next day Hawks was deciding on which pastry to bring to your house. Chocolate filled croissant? Matcha sugar cookies? Strawberry tarts? Lucky for him he didn’t have to decide, the bakery staff gave him three of everything packaged perfectly in a box. He paid anyway, putting the change in the tip jar.

"I told you to give me some time," You opened the door with a dejected hunch in your shoulders that made Hawks grimace. He worked you too hard.

He held up the bakery box, ribbons twirling around his wrist, "I'm not here on business,"

You ushered him in, returning to watering your plants around the kitchen and living room. A throw back 80s playlist keeping you company as you tended to your plants.

"Coffee or tea?" Hawks asked, rummaging through your cabinets with his feathers. With drinks and pastries, you sat on the couch with the pro.

"So every episode there’s a murder?"

"Yeah and every episode they solve it," You said taking another bite.

"How are they not a murder suspect too? I mean solving a crime every week?" Hawks eyes don't leave the tv screen though as he took jabs at which suspect was the killer. From the corner of your eye he looked extraordinarily human. The evening slipped away with a gentle sundown, more liquid in your mug, and an empty box of treats.

By the time he leaves it’s late. The moon was the only light as you walked him outside. Before he took off into the sky you grabbed onto his jacket, "I'm ready this time,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

This time, Hawks was having Jeanist escort the two of you on your adventure. Hawks had rented out a dance studio, the large mirror on the opposite end of the room exactly what you needed for today's task. Jeanist had your compact safely tucked into his pocket. He had also secured you and Hawks with fabric around the waist.

Hawks looked up at you, he's crouched on the floor, unintentionally shielding himself from the mirror with his wings. You nod, then turn back around to Jeanist, "One more thing," You hand Jenasit a small portable radio that can clip onto the side of his belt, "Keep this on, I'll have an easier time knowing where I should go when I need to get back,"

You had only ever used your quirk to disappear into mirrors and change the image the mirror showed. What light and reflection had to do with your quirk you weren't sure. You had also never attempted to stray from the mirror. This concept was hard for Hawks to grasp but you said once he was on the other side he’d understand.

Now you two stood inches frm the mirror. His reflection stared at you but nothing stared at him in return.

"Easy now," Hawks said, with a teasing smile he hoped was reassuring. You had taken his hand and were pressing it to the mirror's surface. A ripple of the image as his gloved hand disappeared into the surface. The ripples got violent quickly and you and Hawks pulled back, the rope around your waist going taut as Jeanist prepared himself too.

The rope became even tighter as Hawks ran towards you from inside the mirror. The real Hawks, the one next to you, felt his breath hitch as his reflection separated from him. His reflection had come right up to the mirror's edge. This Hawks was screaming, pointing back into the void he had come from, urging you to follow, and you did, or you tried to.

The Hawks next to you grabbed your wrist, "If I was trying to trick you that's totally something I would do"

"Are you sure that’s you?" Jenaist said from behind, you and Hawks exchanged a glance. He was thinking of that day in the museum, when he had asked if a missing shadow, a missing reflection bothered you and he could say for certain now that he felt the same.

Suddenly, as if both of you were reminiscing on the same thought you both checked Hawks shadow. There was nothing. Hawks spread his wings to their full span, the shadow his wings cast was gone too.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

"Fuck," You said, taking another gander at his absent shadow, lifting his arms for him and ducking under his elbow, "I'm sorry, I don’t, I don’t know how or why that happened,"

"It's okay, let’s keep going," It's not okay, though. Hawks has never felt so uneasy in his life and as you two approached the mirror again you got closer to each other with each step until his shoulder was linked to yours. He wants to say something is wrong. The phrase kept repeating itself in his mind. Internally he knew that it was not just how dangerous this was, but a new unbridled rooting of fear he had not felt before, Hawks knew the loss of his shadow was to blame.

You two entered the mirror.

You grounded yourself as best you could. Hawk's nervousness edged your anxiety to a new height. Hawks took in a breath like he was diving into a pool, his upper half submerged into the mirror. You took initiative, moving several paces forward when a crash interrupted the 80s tunes playing on the radio. Hawks was no longer behind you, you barreled out into the studio landing hard onto the floor. Not as hard as Hawks had, who from the looks of things had been thrown out of the mirror.

Jeanist had been able to catch him, but not fast enough, as the shelf Hawks launched into was in pieces. "Hawks!" came from your mouth most clearly, followed by an onslaught of concerned questions.

He put his hand up to show he was fine and that you could stop questioning him. You frown, unable to place the emotion on his face, his furrowed eyebrows and gleaming eyes. When he picked you up, wind howling as he aimed for the mirror you realized its determination that was written all over him.

"Don’t let go of me," He said in a whisper but still it echoed softly now that you were on the other side of the mirror again. He put you down and clarified himself when you kept your arms around his neck, "I just mean," He hesitated, eyes fully taking in the odd space, "I think if you’re not touching me I'll get thrown out,"

You nodded, removed your arms from his neck, slid your hand down his shoulder and connected it to his hand. You touched his waist, taking the rope Jeanist still had tied there and moving it to the joined hands.

"I get it now," He said, head tilting backwards as he took in the mirror. It was not reflective on this side, but it was also not a window. Vague shapes, colors, and light from the room are visible but so distorted that if he hadn’t been on the other side he wouldn't know what was there at all. All around is emptiness, pitch black. The mirror is the same size it was in the dance studio, here it exists in the nothing, a thin sheet hanging in the void.

"Wait," You said. It’s taking longer with him here. Seconds later another mirror appeared off in the distance. No not a mirror, its shape wasn’t as solid, as distinct.

"What is that?" He asked stepping towards it but you pulled him back to the mirror.

"It’s the window, the one on the door of the dance studio,"

"Oh, we could leave through it?"

"Yes, if we wanted too. But that’s not what I'm waiting for,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A door opens. Hawks knew it was not another reflection, unlike the mirrors and windows you passed on your way to the studio. No, this was a real door. And sunlight, sky, and life were on the other side of it. But nothing stepped through.

Taking steps in time with one another you approached slowly. Closer, you recognized the door. It’s the door of your childhood home. It’s so dark that it was hard for you to see the color and design of it.

"Hawks-"

"My names Keigo," You turn to look at him and his wild eyed expression matches your own, "I dont know, this place," He couldn’t explain how he felt like he was looking down a well, how his stomach and head and hands felt empty and disconnected.

You nodded, "I know its strange in here," You took a surveying glance around the darkness, "We have to go through that door,"

His hand gripped yours tighter and it was a red feather that entered the door first, "I don’t sense anything, not even the air, it’s all still,"

You took the door knob in your hand and opened it wider. An amalgamation of rooms waited on the other side. Your favorite window from your school days, the employee door from an old restaurant in your neighborhood. Carpet and tile, plaster and wallpaper.

A stinging in your arm as you collided with the solid black ground. Hawks and you are separated, Jeansit's ropes of fabric flail as they tried to find purchase on Keigo's body. A mess of dark shadow clobbered on top of him, his wings took their full span, a jet stream of air as he flew backwards low to the ground. The shadow was not solid, its jagged lines and edges moved in constant fretting jabs.

Keigo flew upwards and discovered that this void did have a ceiling. His feathers easily pierced the shadow, but it didn’t seem to mind.

"Stop!" You cried out, clutching your arm and Keigo saw blood pooling around your fingers. He dove down to your side, or attempted to, he's cut off again by the large mass of energy. With a sharp turn, he gets low again, fingers brushing the floor as he grabbed one of Jeanist's ropes.

The creature lets out a howl, it was so loud it brought you to your knees, covering your ears, Keigo himself is barely able to resist the urge to do the same. When the howl dies you hear the 80s station much louder, Jeanist trying to assist anyway he could.

Keigo could only evade as he was hunted. This must be part of your quirk, if he hurt it he hurt

you. You hunkered down where you stood, willing yourself to reel in the creature. Another jagged shape, this one much more clear in its proportions, it was Keigo's shadow. Black wings barreled into the middle of the shape, an agonizing screech as the black energy became even more disjointed.

In the air Keigo came tumbling, his whole body clumsy as he fell. You ran to him, ducking, covering your head as the brawling shapes came dangerously close before fighting back up into the air.

Awkwardly crawling and jogging you were able to get close to Keigo again. He wrapped your wrists together again, he was still laying on the floor though, unable to share his body with his shadow comfortably when separated.

He fell back, his breath catching and arms grabbing at his sides. You looked back up at the fight. Keigo was taking damage that his shadow takes.

"You should really be doing this for a living," Keigo said, smiling through his distress. Your quirk was perhaps not the most outwardly strong. But combined, it was scary. Jumping from reflection to reflection, manipulating the image of reflections and this. When inside a reflection, your shadow, yes, Keigo was certain now that jumbled mass of energy was your shadow. The way you accumulated damage through your shadow was not particularly ideal. From what he gathered, if a physical body attacked your shadow you were hurt in the process, but if another shadow attacked your own no damage was done to your body.

"It won't hurt you," Keigo mused, trying to devise a proper solution.

"And yours is protecting you," You said, standing, "You need to get your shadow and I need to get mine,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Running back to the mirror's edge, 80s music blaring but still ambient, you and Keigo yanked once on the ropes while running, the fabric went taut. Both shadows followed the movement, not as quickly as they were still diving at each other. Keigo pivoted on his foot, and with a motion so fast you couldn’t see it, there was a sword in his hand and it was right above you.

All your senses halted, overpowered by the scream your shadow unleashed. Keigo knew you wouldn’t be fast enough, he took the rope around his waist and wrapped it around him and the angry shadow. His abdomen became shredded with cuts as he did so. He used a feather to pull the rope twice, signaling to Jeanist to pull him out.

Keigo was able to get his upper body out of the mirror. He freed your shadow, warning Jeanist to get back. The mass of energy was enraged to be outside the mirror, it thrashed around the dance studio like an animal. It’s simple path of movement taking up the flooring. Kegio was overcome with an urge to calm it, but he couldn’t, half of his body was still inside the mirror.

He could hear your voice, but it sounded like you were underwater and the echo, the music, the destruction, he couldn’t take it. A thumping on his legs, your hands grabbed at him, clutched him and he tried to go back to you but couldn’t

You stole a move from Hawks, literally using his shadow as your own, and dove through the mirror. You were uneven in the air, your body and Keigo's not the same, and you could feel his shadow struggling to conform. You took control of it, used it like it was another limb, an extra thing, and it hurt. It hurt Keigo, it hurt you, but you head straight for the creature.

"Jeanist!" You and Jeanist wrangled your shadow, which only hindered you more, rendering Keigo's shadow useless to you as you lacked the strength to control it further. You kneeled next to Keigo, pulled him out of the mirror while trying to give him back his shadow. It wouldn’t budge, the wings and wild hair stayed glued to you. Tired out, you got close to Keigo's ear, "You need to take your shadow back,"

"I'm trying," He said through gritted teeth. Keigo looked at Jeanist, at the struggle with your shadow, he locked eyes with Jeanist and you understood too late.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Two days later, you stand in the doorway to your house. Your arm is bandaged and Keigo was still next to you.

"Let me sleep," he said, pushing past you to the living room couch. Keigo refused to leave your side. His shadow was still tethered to you, and yours to him. It felt sickening to be apart from him. Even the distance from the bedroom to the couch felt wrong, but you could already hear his snoring, and you doubted you could muster up the energy and courage to say something to him.

You decided a shower was the best course of action. You had tried several times in the hospital to switch your shadows but could not seem to do so. You needed an empty body, your own shadow had to go back in the mirror.

Jeanist had given you back the compact mirror, you stared at it. It was open on your dresser, maybe you could take it from Keigo while he was sleeping? But that didn't feel right either. He couldn't stay with your shadow. It wore him out, and the pain the first impact had on him was burned into your memory. It was the most pain you'd ever seen on another person, his face, his body, all screaming. And what would he do? Go out in public like this?

He had flown here with you, but so high up his shadow was not a problem. Beyond that, it was still potentially dangerous for your shadow to be out. It had been tame, still messy and discombobulated but it kept to Keigo's body.

Laying in bed, the previous day's replayed. Hawks and Jeansit had worked together before you knew that, they had a chemistry in battle and it had taken you seconds more than Jeanist to understand. Jeanist slammed the tied up shadow into Hawks. Outside the reflection, in the real world, your shadow could be harmed, Jeanist had been able to wrangle it.

Cause really it was a beast, it wasn’t a normal shadow anymore. If Keigo had been awake, he'd have knocked your shoulder light and told you, "But it’s yours,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Keigo had taken up to watching his own array of mystery TV shows in the following days. He was ignoring every attempt the world was making to get in touch with him. Together, for almost a week, the two of you did nothing but order food, take long showers, and watch TV.

Freshly showered, Keigo's hair was wrapped up in a towel, a maneuver you shared with him. With your eyes on the TV it was easier to ignore the mismatched shadows. It was unnerving to see Keigo, whose wings were intimidating enough, with a bizarre otherworldly shadow. Keigo felt the same about you, the familiar sight of his wings odd on another person.

"She's my favorite," Keigo said, dragging the spoon full of ice cream through his lips, "All she does is write books and walk around her tiny town. Do you know how much free time she must have? She writes books!"

"Fair enough, I expected another detective to be your favorite,"

"Jessica Fletcher reigns," He twirled the spoon around and bumped it on your forehead, "Supreme," He finished the sentence.

"Watch it, this is my couch and my TV if you remember correctly,"

He threw his thumb back to point over his shoulder, "And this is your shadow,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

On the sixth morning of the longest sleepover of your life, you found Hawks laying in the grass in the backyard. You lay next to him, legs in opposite directions but faces right next to eachother.

"Going into that mirror, I’ve never felt anything like that. I don’t feel the same, I know I am but the way I feel everything," He meant this literally, a detached sensation haloed all his movements, "Is different now. I know you’re trying to fix this, and honestly I dont mind at all. I’d be okay if you took weeks, months, to figure this out,"

"Why?" Is all you could think to say. The grass cool on your back, the breeze gently rustled the leaves and shifted the hem of your shirt.

"I just want to rest and I can rest here,"

"Theres still things we need to do. Theres that last victim I need to help, and I'm sure you have even more,"

"I do, but for a little while I want to pretend like I dont,"

"Then I'm sorry," You said.

Keigo looked up, at your side was the compact mirror pointed up at him, and in the grass he saw the black leaving his side like ink going down a drain. Your fingers pulled it towards you, sweat beaded at the top of your forehead from the effort. The second your shadow was free from him, Keigo's own leapt from your body back home. A flash of wings and limbs as it collided into his body.

Keigo was so rejoiced and overcome with an unknown feeling of completeness, that his only means to express it was to take you in arms in a hug. Pulling you to your feet and muttering thank you over and over.

He felt untangled, his lethargy had been soothed with his shadow.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

"I'm still going to come by," Keigo said. He wished he could say it to your face and not the back of your head. Which is what he opted for as you two stood outside the commissions offices.

"Really?' You asked, turning back to face him.

"I still haven’t finished watching Murder She Wrote," He grabbed the back of his neck, the same urge he had after you had given him his shadow pulling at him again, "And I would just need to see you now,"

"Thanks," You felt small, his whole team had thanked you endlessly for your help with the last victim of the mind control quirk. For all your help. They’d given you a bouquet and a fancy box of delicatessen fruit.

"You don’t have to say thanks for that,"

"I'm the reason you’re in this mess, I have to say something,"

Keigo raised an eyebrow, "There isn’t a mess anymore,"

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩��˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A/N: I've actually been working on this for YEARS. Several other of my Hawks oneshots got completed and posted before this ever got done. Some of the original scenes got wiped but overall I'm happy to have it off my chest. Enjoy the surprise update, uh love Hawks, and make sure to listen to my Keigo 80s playlist :p and you guessed it, this is only MILDLY proofread :p

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#hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader

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livingdeadmlm · 1 year

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Omg it's been a while how are you? Hope ur doing good! :) ❤️

Can I request Gyro Zeppeli a tall scary looking bf that's really shy and quiet and just a total sweetheart on the inside? - 🍷

It's a flex to say that you got THE Gyro Zeppli to settle down with you

He thinks it’s also a flex on how powerful you too look in battle

Though he dose make jokes about how big and tough you are but you get too nervous to let the waitress know that you got the wrong order and still leave a 20%+ tip

“Service jobs are hard Gyro I don’t wanna be one of those costumers…”

Watching you kick a enemy stand users ass and then are brought close to tears by a abandoned kitten on the road is something he never thought he would find endearing or attractive about anyone

Plus you being tall let’s him feel safe in your arms at night in a sleeping bag

Uses your scary looks to get free drinks or food

Thought you get mad at him for this so he does it secretly now

Never let’s it slide when people try to take advantage of you being nice or polite

A street vendor trying to scam you? He’s on their tail getting your money back that they guilted you into giving. A shop owner that it’s over charging you? He makes a scene.

#jojos bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure x male reader #male reader #jjba x male reader #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x male reader #jojo headcanons #jojos bizzare adventure x male reader #🍷 anon #m!reader #gyro zeppeli #gyro zeppeli x male reader #Gyro x Male reader

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ask-sqq · 6 months

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What would you do if you saw Liu-shidi getting scammed by a street vendor?

I would struggle not to laugh and give the game away.

Unless he was spending way too much money, because then that would cut into my paycheck too...

#ask blog #ask sqq #shen qingqiu #liu qingge #liushen

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fishy-xp · 2 years

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The Minor Clan v the Major Clan

I’ve seen a lot of people having differing opinons on whether Vegas parading the main family bodyguard’s around the minor family compound and showing how better the minor family bodyguards are treated was either a) accurate and the minor family do actually treat their bodyguards as more than objects or b) all for show and everyone fears them and are simply play acting for the main family bodyguards.

Personally, I am on the side that thinks what is shown by Vegas is correct. Vegas acknowledges that the minor family does the dirty work, they are the guns and the labor. They are considered as lesser than the major clan who live in luxury and excess, they are high-class, whilst the minor family are very much lower class. I think Vegas is genuinely kind to the market community outside of the minor family compound. These are mostly older people who work to support their own families through whatever means possible, selling street food and groceries who are likely backed by the minor family in return for a percentage of commission on their sales. The minor family offers them protection from anyone that tries to scam or take advantage of these families and shopkeepers in return for a physical barrier between the rest of the world and the minor family house as well as information as gossip and rumours can float very easily in a busy market place. These families see Vegas and the minor family as young masters who are very generous and protects them, the darker side of the family can be overlooked.

We are mere working class people, this is not something we need to be involved in. See no evil.

Secondly, the minor families bodyguards. I find it very likely that these men are the sons of the shop vendors outside. Coming from the same lower-middle class background, the minor family offers them employment, income and care for their elderly parents and younger siblings in return for their loyalty and their lives. I believe this differs from how the major family recruits their bodyguards which is likely through an intense screening process picked from a pool of former security guards, police officers, intelligence agents. My best evidence for this is Ken, a clearly foreign bodyguard who is likely recruited from an overseas agency, maybe former Interpol, or security intelligence. There is a very clinical process for the major clan in recruiting their bodyguards, it is merely a job where the best of the best are chosen. There is nothing relational about it. They simply demand their lives in exchange for money, nothing more. The major family can put a price on these bodyguards.

Your life is mine because I bought it.

In direct contrast, the minor family sources their men from the local community. These bodyguards were likely struggling, disenfranchised boys who are offered a way to escape the poverty cycle. They are given a purpose in life, a community with other men just like them, and are allowed to be in a position of power that life has previously withheld. There is some fear thrown into their loyalty, but it also garners their respect. Sometimes people see people who are stronger, more powerful, more forceful, more evil then themselves and that only strengthens their respect towards that person. That is how the minor family bodyguards perceive Vegas, someone to be feared but as long as you do no wrong to them, you have nothing to fear. As long as you don’t cross Vegas or the minor family, there is nothing to be worried about. They will not just begin torturing or shooting off men for fun. Vegas only lets out the crazy to traitors or people he doesn’t care about. He hasn’t once been shown to get angry, rude or violent with his own bodyguards (unlike the major family). Vegas clearly understands peoples’ emotions, so being able to relate to these men would allow him to strengthen their loyalty towards the minor clan in a way the major family would never even attempt to engage in with their own bodyguards.

We are not so different, you and I. I know exactly what you’ve been through.

Also in Ep 2 when Macau goes to his dad after Porsche pushes him into the pond, Gun chastises Korn ‘you’re not only teaching them how to use guns, but also manners’. Why say that, if Gun doesn’t value such a thing? The minor family and their manners have even been brought up by Porsche who notes not only do they have manners but they actively use them towards others including the bodyguards.

They haven’t hurt me.

Furthermore, I’d like to discuss the familial relationships between the Major and Minor Clan brothers. The major family brothers are clearly all distant from each other. If there is any sort of care towards each other, its subtle at best and non-existent at worst. They do not work together, they hide and scheme by their lonesomes, never letting anyone see their hand. In contrast, Vegas and Macau appear incredibly close knit. They are always seen hanging around together, they share jokes and are physically affectionate with each other. In Ep 7, Macau apologises to Porsche and extends an olive branch at Vegas’ request which evidently influences Porsche’s perception of the minor family as forgiving and having manners (something that in his experience cannot be said for the major family). In Ep 9, Macau forcefully restrains Pete and enthusiastically asks for him to join them at a sermon he appears very interested in only to fall asleep during said sermon which betrays his intentions that he did not give a single shit about it and only did so because Vegas had plans for Pete. Macau does this because he knows it’s what Vegas wants and he will help his brother scheme and entrap because Vegas likely makes it very explicit to him about his plans and doesn’t keep Macau in the dark about things. Vegas actually cares about Macau and vice versa, so it would make sense that Vegas does actually care about his community and his bodyguards. The minor family understands very well that the relationships they make are their strongest assets. They work as a team strengthened by intrinsic relationships rather than the major family who are burdened incessantly by duty.

There is loyalty that is forcefully taken and demanded. Then there is loyalty that is willingly given.

#mentally i am still in ep 7 #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinn theerapanyakul #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #macau theerapanyakul #sin city brothers #kinnporsche analysis #kinnporsche meta #porsche pitchaya #tankhun #kim theerapanyakul #porschay kittisawasd #fishfoodforthought

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briefcasejuice · 4 months

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mike murdock career moment. artist -> illegitimate street business -> street scams -> tourist traps -> worked for a street vendor -> accidentally scouted into modeling -> a bit of acting -> pornstar -> boxer -> mechanic -> acted as matt -> bartender -> prostitute -> illegitimate street business -> acted as matt -> partners w butch -> claims to love life, dies

#mike murdock #stick my head down the canon

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frostbite-yinny · 1 year

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Your Pokémon are so cute!! How’d you meet the lot of them, if you don’t mind me asking?

OMG THANK YOU YOURS ARE CUTER I WANNA HUG THE BIG JOLTIK SO MUCH ALSO YOUR PHOTOGRAPHY IS SO COOL (SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOUR DRAWINGS IN CHARACTER GOOD JOB)

This is how I got them, in order:

Froslass; Given to me by my mother as a snorunt egg, she was my starter. She has always been wild and a bit unstable. I admit that she would probably be much more responsible if I trained her right but at the age of 10, she was the only Pokemon that I have ever actually interacted with (my mom never had a Pokemon) so I'm giving myself an excuse while accepting I made a mistake. We are working on that ^^

Liepard; Caught her in the wild as a purrloin, my first ever catch. Sadly, same story as my Froslass. She was, well, a purrloin. Generally moody and aggressive by nature. She would probably be a much better adjusted Pokemon. We are also working on her behavior.

Gengar; Adopted him from a shelter I was volunteering at when they gave him to me as a foster. I was pretty young. Got him as an abused shiny mill gastly. Traded him for a Boldore so they would both get evolved. Regretted it imminently. I get attached too easily and can't part with my Pokemon XD The progress to healing him, his soul and character, and ambition and personality, was long but so worth it. He still has problems from time to time but I think him hiding behind me or asking for hugs is less for reassuring and more because he still didn't quite figure out he can just sit on top of me like my Liepard and I wouldn't mind XD

Charizard: Got him as an egg! So, I got pulled into one of those street trick scams and lost around 1k Pokecoins to it. So, me being the little asshole I am, I started a scene and threatened the shady vendor with a Froslass that I couldn't really control as a pre-teen so he just gave me an egg to get rid of me. Well, I got the sweetest most adorable Charmander out of that egg XD The first thing he did when he hatched was to bite my cheek (gently) and he never grew out of that habit XD he still bites my cheek (well, more like my whole head with his size) even though he grew up so much <3 <3 <3

Sceptile; This chill little guy was also a wild catch. In a cave. Easy to say he should have NOT been there. He already had an ID so I knew he had a trainer before me. When I got his ID scanned at the Pokemon center, I learned he has been officially owned by a trainer for like a week before it was released. He had some trust problems at the start but that's quite common. We get along well now ^^

Magikarp; My little golden boy <3 I met him while I was walking along a body of water, eating a strawberry donut when he jumped out the water (when I remembered it again, it was a pretty impressive jump) and slapped me across the face with his whole body weight, knocking me down. I was panicking, thinking that someone attacked me and thinking the wetness on my face was blood rather than water, before I realised a shiny magikarp was eating the rest of my donut. I got angry and throw a pokeball at his head. Lil fucker had hydro pump and bounce. Love him to bits <3 <3 <3

So, that's how I met my team! I admit, I wasn't always the best trainer I could be, or I wanted to be but I'm happy that they still stuck around. I can't imagine a life without them <3

#I fuxking love them so much #I would die for them #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #pokemon #irl pkmn #pokémon irl #real pokemon #pokemon in real life #unreality #pokémon #long post #pokeblr #pokeblog #pokeblog rp #pokeblogger

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 9 months

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Mighty Solars in Taken Away From Me Ch. 4

Warning: This episode has huge amount of heartbreak and loss. Be warned. This is about to get really emotional.

Back on Emeralddon, Terry was resting since he depowered from his super suit after escaping from the guards. Terry then made a fire to keep him warm as he looks at Cheery slowly recovering. She began to open her eyes but she was still feeling nauseous ever since she was kidnapped by the Emeralnites. Cheery barf a little, which made Terry a little bit disgusted, but then as he looks at her scars, Terry began to feel sorry for her. Then, his stomach started to growl. Terry then sees a market place nearby and then got an idea. Terry sees a loin clothe and turns it into a cloak as he puts it on. Then, Terry looks at Cheery one more time and sets her on a soft place where she can fully recover.

Terry: Stay low, I’ll be right back.

Cheery coughs as she sees Terry leave for the market place. She then started to rest on the spot, but suddenly. A flashback emerges. It shows her with another woman, who is two years old than her, a woman named Alexis, who is 22-years old. The two young women are shown having fun with each other weaving a basket for something. Cheery accidentally cut her finger as she gasp. Alexis then uses a washcloth to wash off the blood as Cheery blushes and smile at her. The flashback then end and the scene shifts back to the present where Cheery started weeping in her sleep as tears slowly emerge from her eyes. Why is she dreaming about that memory? Why is she is crying about Alexis? Whatever happens to Alexis? Did Cheery really like like Alexis?

Meanwhile, Terry heads to the market place where he started to grow unsettle with the setting. There, he witness the Emeralnites and their awful deeds, actions and emotions. All Terry could hear are gambling, scams, fighting, stabbing and street brawling from the Emeralnites as he started to shudder at this horrifying brutal sight. Terry then sees a soup vendor and walks over there as the soup vendor looks back at him.

Terry: Hello, excuse me! Uh, how much is this soup worth?

Soup Vendor: Oh, about….. ten coppers?

Terry: Oh sure, just let me- starting to check his pockets but then started to panic Oh shit! Uh, hey. How about a little pizzazz from your loyal costumer here? does a clicking noise with his finger

Soup Vendor: Dude, I don’t fucking know you. You either pay for this soup or get the fuck out of here.

Terry: started gooblering as he gulps Hehe, you see, I don’t have any coppers, so trying to reach for the soup pot I’m just gonna have this soup right here and- gets his hand stabbed by the vendor Aaahhh!

Soup Vendor: You ain’t going through shit asshole! You either pay or get another stabbing, bitch!

Terry began to breath in and out as he holds his bleeding right hand. He then started growling as visions of him getting kidnapped by the Emeralnites flooded his mind. Terry finally snaps and kick the knife that stabbed his hand out of the Vendor’s hand and away from him.

Terry: Oh, nobody stabs Terry Solar-Opposites! grabs the vendor and lifts him up Time to take out the fucking trash!

Terry then throws the vendor at his stand as the shoppers witness this. In fast pace, Terry grabs the soup pot, cover it up with a warm towel and runs off without anyone looking at him, as he looks back with a nervous regret on his face. Zolthar and his fellow guards arrived as they head over the now destroyed soup stand as the soup vendor gets up.

Zolthar: growling Who did this?

Weapon Deals Vendor: picking up the soup vendor with help from the meat vendor A strange hooded person came and couldn’t pay for the soup. That’s when he went crazy and attack this soup vendor here.

Guard #2: That must be one of the prisoners that have escape.

Zolthar: to himself growling in fury Mighton. to the guards Men, fan out. Search around the market for Mighton and one of our prisoners, leave no body behind!

Guards: Yes sir.

Zolthar looks at the destroyed soup stand as he throws a machete at the wanted poster that has Terry/Mighton and Cheery on it. The poster even says it has an award for $2000,0000 to whoever turns them in. Later, back in the woods, Terry heads back, only to see Cheery keeping herself warm by the fire as she started shiver and grow cold. Terry quickly heads to her while placing the soup on the fire with a soup stand to keep it warm. Cheery began to smile at Terry’s kindness as he wraps a blanket around her shoulders.

Cheery: Thank you Mr. uh….

Terry: Terry. Terry Solar-Opposites. Yeah, I know. It’s weird seeing an alien for the first time. But, hey. Earth-4 was the next choice for us since incident we vow to not talk about ever again. No no no. Trust me, my husband Korvo gets it.

Cheery: Okay, but how did you-

Terry: Get captured? Let’s just say, a task of taking out the garbage turned into a huge event for me. One minute, I was taking out the garbage for my husband since he was exhausted of fixing a technology machine, the next thing I knew, I was kidnapped by a deranged empress that leads a bunch of out of control moutherfucking asshole emerald aliens. But right now, this is not going well for me. feels a sting from his bleeding hand Ah.

Cheery: Huh? What’s wrong Mr. Opposites?

Terry: Oh uh, I got fucking stabbed by a crazy vendor while getting goddamn soup for us.

Cheery: What?! Oh my God! The fuck! Are you okay?

Terry: But hey, I’ll be okay. hisses as he feels the pain again

Cheery: Here. Let me help.

Cheery rips a part of her prisoner dress and wraps around Terry’s bleeding hand as Terry sighs heavingly.

Cheery: Better?

Terry: A little, but…. Cheery…. what are you doing on this planet anyway? How did you get yourself captured?

Cheery: freezes up a little thens gets depressed again as she looks down

Terry: Oh, I’m sorry. It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it, I understand it must be very emotional and-

Cheery: No, I-I think it’s best if I tell you. Terry looks at her with a concern look on his face as Cheery sighs Okay, two years ago, I made a a friend. Her name is Alexis.

A flashback appears with Cheery meeting Alexis with their job training classmates for the first at a picnic area at a garden. Cheery blushes as Alexis, who was waving at her. Cheery waves back at her as she blushes. Cheery sits down next to Alexis as she smiles.

Cheery: Hey, it’s very nice to meet you. My name is Cheery, what’s yours?

Alexis: Alexis. Alexis Web.

Cheery: Wow, I like that name.

The flashback scene then shifts over to the time Cheery and Alexis were helping each other with the gardening training.

Cheery: voiceover as it shows good times between Cheery and Alexis Alexis was my only friend. She didn’t mind about my autistic behavior or when when I do crazy stuff, like stacking potato chips with whip cream and chocolate sprinkles, or that time I was spray painting a mural for the garden but accidentally got pain all over us, but we laughed about it, because it was pretty funny. But most of all, I really like like her, not because she understands me. But because, she was kind and thoughtful and helps people. So, when she graduated from job training, I gave her a note to tell her how I feel about her before I left for the taxi. I was hoping she going to read it, but then…..

The flashback then shifts over to however, a gloomy morning with clouds and sounds of thunder appearing as Cheery heads over to Alexis’ house, but then opens it and sees Mr. Web with a sad look on his face as he places his hand on Cheery’s right shoulder.

Cheery: Hi, Mr. Web…. suddenly sees Alexis not around Where’s Alexis?

Mr. Web: Cheery…. I’m sorry. Alexis passed away today in an motorcycle accident. I am so sorry.

Cheery: gasp as tears burst from her eyes No…. It can’t be… I-I never got to tell her I….

Cheery begins to cry as her moms embrace their daughter as they comfort her. The next morning, Cheery was still depressed as they sunrises, so she looked at the car keys and decided to take a drive.

Cheery: voiceover The day Alexis passed away really broke me. So, I decided to take a drive to cool my mind off.

Mrs. Smithers: Morning sweetheart, where are you going?

Cheery: I’m…going for a drive…. don’t worry it won’t be long…

Ms. Smithers: Okay, sweetie. Be back in time for lunch!

Cheery then gets in her car, as she sighs sadly and drives her car around the neighborhood while the car’s radio plays “Burn” from Alexis Monroe. Suddenly, Cheery hears a tire pop as the car slows down. She stops the car and gets out of it as she checks the tires. Cheery sees a flat tire of a glittering darkish green-purple crystal spear with the symbol of the Emeralnites.

Cheery: What the fuck?

The guards tranquilize Cheery as she gasp. She grabs the dart from her neck and grows faint as she weakly sees the guards before collapsing and fall into a concussion. Cheery then gets up and gasp she finds herself in a prison dress cloth and sees Ophelia coming up to her.

Ophelia: Well done Zolthar. Grabs Cheery by the chin This young woman is the perfect specimen for our energy. Don’t let her out of your fucking sight.

Zolthar: Yes my Empress.

Cheery: voiceover That’s when I was kidnapped by these green-purple fucking monsters on a strange world for some type of bullshit diabolical plan. It was a fucking nightmare, I tried to escape, shows Cheery escaping attempts but she keeps getting shock and attack whenever she tries to escape and gets thrown back in her prison cell but they keep catching me and placing me back in the cell while attacking me. So, I gave up, I thought it was over. Until, you came along.

The scene flashes back to the present where Terry is terrified but then started to feel sympathy for Cheery as he feels bad for her losing Alexis.

Cheery: on the verge of breaking down in tears So, that’s-s- h-h-how I got h-here…. by a loss of a f-f-f-friend….. th-that I-I-I really l-l-like……

Terry: Aw Cheery, I am so sorry.

Cheery: sniffles as tears fall down Don’t be. I-I….. breaks down in tears I just feel so awful, I made a dumb move that got me captured and turned into a prisoner by a fucking madhouse planet away from my home. I feel so awful, I miss everyone I know and love. I even miss my moms, my neighbors, my home, everything. God, I miss them so fucking much. It just fucking hurts so much losing Alexis, because I-I never got to kiss her and tell her that I love her. cries in her right arm

Terry: walks up to Cheery as he bends down and pats her on the back I’m sorry about your friend. I know how much you really liked her. That she was your lifemate.

Cheery: sniffles What?

Terry: But hey, it’s okay. I dealt with that same thing once, and I got better because I met Korvo and fell in love with him. He changed my life for the better and became one of the best people that I have ever known. Right now, I have the best life on the whole world, because of my sweet hubby, our Replicants, our Pupa, our nanny and some of our human friends. I know it’s hard losing someone you loved, but you still have your moms, your house, your job training coworkers and your neighbors, because they care about you. Sometimes, one person you love leaves, but there are still people who love you who will always be there for you. No matter what. Cheery, you are never alone. You still have the best people in your lives, and they are never going away. Some of the might, but most of them are not going anywhere. They’re still staying, with you.

Cheery hugs Terry and continues to cry as Terry comforts her.

Cheery: Thank you Terry.

Terry: Anytime kiddo. But don’t worry. We’re gonna find a way to stop that empress and get us home back our families. I promise Cheery.

Cheery: Thank you. That really means a lot.

Terry and Cheery then smile as they watch the sunset. But, Terry/Mighton is still hopeful, because he is gonna find a way of these savage planet, defeat that godawful empress and back to his family. He just knows it.

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