#i wish there was more hq stuff from her at this age

[gatalentan]

Lisa Ann Walter on Lindsay Lohan 📺 The Parent Trap "Updating a Classic" DVD Extra (1998)

#lisa ann walter #lindsay lohan #the parent trap #gifalentan #she's soooooo cute #i wish there was more hq stuff from her at this age #request: littlebitgarbage #thank you for the footage!!

[2n2n]

ch 103

WOO!! I was actually able to acquire the official release on my husband's phone this time, and I hope we can continue to do that... buuut given those files don't seem to be (???) high quality or easy to cap+transfer, I'll just use DBS's nice HQ stuff for posties :3

uuuu its all so exciting...

oh Nene-chan... what could you possibly feel....

there is something so funny about both Mitsuba and Nene-chan overlapping on "uuhhhh I ... don't want to talk to The Boys about this..." for multiple reasons lol. You both have difficult guys don't you.......... these DV boyfriends...

everyone's perception of Amane as being like scared of Tsukasa is so funny grrgljh.... but also....He is wimpy. Just in a way you can't imagine ...

its funny that Kou and Mitsuba both think of Tsukasa as 'the scary/stronger one' ... I don't think you idiots are right at all, lol....

so real for this Mitsuba. Look, you don't know Tsukasa or Amane well, but you have Kou pegged. But to be fair he isn't complicated at all, is he.....

it is so funny to hear Nene-chan just say this so bluntly

like.. yes ... lol ... Hanako and Kou together... isn't it always because Hanako is being suspicious, and Kou needs to profile him about it... lol.

guy can't run around with a big sack or look at a clock without a cop asking him what he's up to >>:/

the patented Hanako-kun big pause before a lie followed by a big extremely fake smile

don't you ever trust this expression, okay?

Kou and Hanako are so . dl;fjs. why do anything together. I love them both being jealous freaks (their only overlap) and not really able to pretend to also hang out organically, LOL ...

Mitsuba really and truly called Hanako and Kou insane and then intentionally bear baited them ... he really is a masochist, isn't he...

ok, real thoughts and favorite panels...

appreciating how shrimpy and threadbare Aida's depiction of this boy is...;; I'm excited to see more new-age art of this boy... she's honed her shotas over the years very well... the YenPress translation had made me laugh though, it was worded more like "Hanako-kun was always crying and hurt" it just accidentally was a little inelegant... like damn, drag him .... made me imagine Hanako would be defensive if he heard her thoughts, like "hey, you only saw me for a second, wait..."

it's such an interesting view of Amane, seeing him as a tragic and miserable boy for all of his past...

ah. diseased... seeing him so charming and handsome. oh no--one of those panels, that makes me, pity Nene-chan, you love him too much... you're too weak to all of this, aren't you?? yabai....

but. I'm really excited for Nene-chan to get to directly see their past...

I think it was so far from 'nothing but sorrows'. Wouldn't it be more shocking, actually, to see him in moments of joy and revelry, at 12? How would you marry that kind of Amane, with the one you saw at 13? How can any of that make sense? It would be easier to grasp if he was always enduring torture. We saw so many little blips of the boys as children... so happy together! Amane's problem couldn't have been that his life was so terrible, exactly. Amane's problems could always be instead that something is very special to him, and he wants it to stay that way....

but ah, what's so interesting about this to me, is Nene-chan reaching the same conclusion Amane is often reaching-- his rationale behind keeping her in the dark, hiding secrets from her...

... wishing you could preserve someone's innocence, or cluelessness, their happiness... it's really all Amane's wanted to do for Nene, and what she's continuously fought against.

I think Nene-chan is really growing haha, after the 'Far Shore', 'Red House', she's grasping the kind of intensity she was being protected from... what it feels like to want to protect someone's peace and happiness.... to wish they didn't have to see ugliness, didn't need to be dragged into it all...

ah, and she's the one who is always so upset....

always feeling coddled and kept from things

it's always Hanako's desire! To keep her from things that will upset her....

its funny that it's something she's subjecting Hanako to, now... but Nene-chan has long been making the decision to keep experiences and information she acquires a secret from Hanako. It's a little funny to feel she wants to coddle Hanako ...

but it's also of course like, not 'accurate' to assume he doesn't remember a lot... obviously he's referenced his thoughts and feelings and experiences from the past, many times, but it's fair for Nene-chan to not quite understand the extent of his memory issues, given how many of those experiences/moments he references things happen without her there, at all...

anyway, love this....

it makes me pleased to directly see Minamoto methods unable to effect the crane as much as they can't effect tsueshiro'd Hanako... between being a yorishiro, and the tsueshiro, there's a sense that the Minamoto could not do very much to/about Tsukasa when it comes down to it .... ? The yorishiro are an aspect of a God... it takes a kannagi to do anything towards them. I'm glad the beads did absolutely nothing to hold or bind it. and I'm glad Teru can detect what it is via how it was able to damage him and unable to be restrained..... nice and useless~

The Minamoto really are suspiciously aligned, since the beads /can/ bind Kou....

anyway

sometimes i worry about the way iro-sensei writes simps....

kowai.... but my husband is like this, so....

natsuhiko i cannot believe you've already been recording her for 8 minutes....

she looks beautiful though! And I'm happy she's getting to play...~ and its cute Natsuhiko is so excited to watch her participate in things~~ he really is uh... more noble than Hanako, isn't he, LOL?

now for the biggest twist of my life....

I CANNOT BELIEEEEEEEEVE THE

HOT GUY JUICE STAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FINALLY GETS

CONTEXT????????????????? somehow REFERENCED AS A CONCEPT??????

I have spent SO LONG, as my husband can attest, questioning these utterly inscrutable images from VOLUME 16 TIMES (?????) of seemingly an AU where there is a. hot boy pop-up juice stand. I've looked at the images like-- "what on earth is the context where it's like a temporary pop-up in a ?? park ??? but we're wearing ??? suits ???? ? ? ? ????"

here's the matching Nene-chan to the juice boys (dressed in the same outfit as she is in the juice stand image)

there are too many illustrations of this thing, and never has there been any context. It like happens with AUs, but I feel like I could make sense of them occasionally.....

even if this is ? a concept ? for school festivals ? in any sense, I'm relieved Sakura herself also has no idea what the hell this is ... I have always looked at these images like... "...this isn't some kind of period AU because Nene-chan is in normal modern clothes...." but what is with these tweed colorful suits ... it looks so busted. NOt what I find sexy at all. They look , so bad. And I'm like "who wants to see a SHOTA like this..."

anyway if Natsuhiko proceeds to look like this later I'll finally, lay my soul to rest, I guess. Hot Boy Juice Stand.... Aida, Iro, which of you do I blame this on.... I wonder if iro was working on the manuscript for this chapter back when vol16 was being published or something, so Aida just wanted to get to draw the concept more whimsically for fun... musta been on the brain.....

anyway.

whenever we share complete sentences and exchanges with the joudai........................................... what on earth are these things lol.... we're gonna wind up learning they are like special fragments of the Yugi's souls or something.......... but like, really 0 theories 0 thoughts, I have no idea why these can have sweat drops and get nervous or excited or have a unique response ... they are . a peoples

does it mean anything that they are both talking to the one with an O shaped hole not filled in ..... what on earth does it sound like when it talks back....

I'm really excited for everyone's position here, though....

Hanako is already trying to figure out the clock, seemingly. Or he has something he's not telling anyone, about it....

Natsuhiko and Sakura are gunning for the Clockkeeper's yorishiro...

but Tsukasa of the past seems to be guiding Nene-chan into acquiring time's power.

I'm thrilled with whoever gets whatever, but I hope Nene-chan can surprise everyone, somehow~~ I'm never quite sure how 'on the same page' the Broadcast Club truly is... or if Tsukasa has his own ultimate agenda... as we get into the last couple of mysteries, it'll have to interfere at last....

sigh.... I wonder if the key she took from Amane will finally come back into play... if only it was a key pertaining to that secretive place, to repair the clock. Or something....

ah, I'm excited to see us using Shijima-san's power~...

its all toooo exciting, so much going on ^^!!!!!! I feel like everything I have 0 idea about is coming up all at the same time, all at once, which is a good thing, lol.....! I would love to understand anything ♥

#avvy's JSHK

[blue-kyber]

I'm so late to this.

Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday. :D I saw them, and they made me smile, but I just forgot to reply. *laughs and bangs her head on the desk.* I'm sorry. I really do appreciate you, and love you. :)

It was a good birthday.

I got some extra tips today from a customer, so what did I do?

... Well, I put half of it in the bank, because all of my bills were paid/are going to be paid on the 25th.

But what else did I do??

I BOUGHT A TICKET TO SEE THE BARBIE MOVIE ON FRIDAY!!!!

And, since I had some play money left (After all the responsible stuff was taken care of, of course), I bought the Ken and Barbie dolls from the movie (the Ryan Gosling and Margot Robbie dolls).

The Mattel HQ retail store was out of the Margot Barbie dolls, but they had Kens up the bum. I asked the associate if they were getting any more in, and she said no. "What's out there in the wild is what's out there."

So I bought a Ken, and a $5.99 barbie so I could swap outfits with the Margot Barbie. (I'm going back later to get a Eugene doll - Flynn Rider). Then went to Target and found the LAST MARGOT BARBIE!

I'm scared to take her out of the box, but I've never been the kind of person to keep cool stuff in their boxes.

Stuff is made to be used. Toys are made to be played with Not just looked at. :)

These are the first barbies I've bought since I had an allowance. My sister collects barbies, but she keeps them in their boxes. I understand the value of keeping them in mint condition, but why do that if you're not going to sell them, or play with them? They're just... there.

I don't know. *shrugs* I wasn't the kid you gave collectables to.

I was the kid you gave toys to that would go on all kinds of imagination-fueled adventures and come back covered in mud, marker, or weird haircuts.

Like... PLAY WITH THEM!

Anyway, they weren't that expensive, so I had some money left over for a poke bowl for dinner. :)

Now, for the movie, I have pink clothes.

I actually bought bright pink clothes to wear, because I want to roller skate from Venice to the Santa Monica Pier and back. I haven't yet for some reason. May do that this Saturday or something. :)

I intend to wear these pink clothes.

And I'll bring one of the dolls, because I know it's Friday, the premier, at a later time, so everyone there will be adults just as weird as I am. :) I will be in good company.

All in all, a great birthday.

................................. The Mattel store has the dream house for $180. *deep breath* It's a good thing I don't have $180. :D I really want that house. And the corvette.

And yes, I had barbies as a kid, and I played with them. And I had one whom I cut her hair and gave her weird clothes. I had a Weird Barbie I named Holly - after the human character in the kids puppet show called "Under the Umbrella Tree" that I liked to watch when I was a kid. :)

*update* I FOUND PEACH BLOSSOM BARBIE ON EBAY FOR $23!!!!! That was one of the barbies I had as a kid! It was one that was given away with the rest of my barbies without me being asked first if I'd be ok with giving them away until AFTER the fact.

Like, yeah, but, some I wanted to keep. :( I pretended that I didn't care, but inside I actually did care. I was upset that I wasn't even consulted.

My niece got them (I think). To my knowledge, she still has them, and the dream house.

It was ages ago, so I haven't been made for years. I hope she passes them on to her kids and tells them the story of Holly, the Weird Barbie. :)

#barbie #my birthday stuff #Haha. I'm old. *sobbing into my soup* #I thought by now that I'd have a yard where I could sit on the porch and yell at kids to stay out of it. #But I rent a room that faces the courtyard of the apartment complex and I don't have that kind of juristiction. #I kid. :) #I'd honestly be that person who puts up a swing on a tree in my front yard so kids could come by and play on it. #Or adults. #People just like swings. *shrugs* We're primates.

[togeqii]

thank you yuren for tagging me in the self-rec game 🥹 i haven't looked back on my old hq blog in ages but i'll be listing stuff from star-puff and my kpop blog :")

idk who's been tagged yet and who hasn't but ...? tagging @allright @saintshigaraki @milkcutea @prettyboykatsuki @puffycloud @violetsoju @megumidulcee @ankaaz @snailsoss @clubatsumu @dkfile and anyone else who wants to join!

after the world has fallen (where do we lie?) & before the world fell (you were there.)

this was my favorite fic for a While and i think a big reason for that was it was one of the bigger projects i had gotten the ambition to complete. to be honest i'm still trying to think of ways to come back to this apocalypse universe even in my kpop phase but nothing seems to hit quite the same as the old hq boys did 😔 it was my first real experience making a cohesive story thread and my first time really immersing myself in the world i'd created. i learned so much from writing these two fics. i think if i could go back i would definitely write it differently (i've grown a lot as a writer after all :") ) but there are just so many scenes/prose in the fic that i still look back fondly on.

an elegy of clouds

my first and last completed series :") it's funny because this is one of my first fics i'd ever thought up of in my drafts in 2020 and yet it was the final fic i would go on to publish at the end of the star-puff lifespan... time really is a circle! i could go on and on about the origins of this fic but i think it was just. a fic series that was really important to me. funnily enough i don't find myself going back to reread this fic as often as i do my next fic on the list, but i think i'd rather keep the memory of creating this fic precious in the sepia rather than unearthing it to newfound criticism. don't get me wrong there are still things i wished i could have fleshed out more of/improved on but a lot of blood sweat and tears went into completing this series and she is just . very special to me ...

scintilla

my favorite fic ever even till this day :") i was talking to my old mutual about this the other day but i think all of my writing on star-puff led up to this fic (my final form). i'm not quite sure what possessed me in a june summer to write this but i literally spilled it all out in less than two weeks which is frankly still recordbreaking for me to this day. it was my first time really delving into purple(?) prose and metaphors and i STILL to this day keep the essence of what i learned from writing scintilla into my new fics. she really is my magnum opus. or at least one of them. and also i think the fact that it was received so well especially during a time when i wanted to deactivate so bad is also. a big bonus jsdflsf.

svt, after it all ends (vocal | hhu | performance)

ok this isn't a fic it's like a headcanon set buuutttt. idk i found myself really liking these short bursts of instances that i could encapsulate and expand on using a single metaphor (it's the scintilla influence). personally the hhu version is my favorite like maybe it's cause i know them the best or because the metaphors i chose were my favorite or just the prose in general but idk! something about it just. hurts me the best.

gravity (is the distance between you and me.)

my real and true magnum opus ...... she's up there in the leagues with scintilla definitely! i'd even say that she is scintilla's child. scintilla walked so gravity could run (heaving and spitting out blood). there's not much i can really say about this one other than like. idk she is just really really special and personal to me. she went through 3 different idols for her muse and eventually settled on her final form with sunwoo from tbz but idkkk more than that it's like. the yn in this fic is so personal to me she's self-sabotaging and guilt-ridden and selfless in all the wrong ways to the point of selfishness and despite all that she is still just. loves so strongly and deeply it ends up pulling them together again ... Gravity . it has one of my favorite sections ever written (even if it was like drying a wet dog for a good few weeks) and it's just so. personal!!

#it took me a while to find the time for this jasdflk #i love reflecting back :') #also as i look back on my hq masterlist i realize i wrote so much like what the heck #quarantine did irreparable things to me.... #i have some other favorites but none of them are completed/published yet jsadfklfsd #.x

[lightlycareless]

Japan is quite notorious for its natural disasters. And while reading some of them for my thesis, I wondered about you and the way you write seemingly amazing catastrophes that are quite unexpected. Are you perhaps going to introduce more complicated situations like these? Even Naoya saving Y/N? wink wink

Hello anon!

omg... I don't know what to say 😭❤️ I'm very flattered!!! aglajgasjglajlsgk

oh, gee. hehe. I'm all flustered now...

Anyways, there's actually many things I've been thinking about putting in the story, or making a reference to. I haven't really thought about natural disasters per se, since where I live... it's mostly fires, earthquakes, and nationally some volcanos (if you're keeping up with that, you might've heard about Popocatepetl lol) but maybe I have? Guess it depends on the context, but first let me explain 🤭

The idea that I've been thinking on for a while is an underwater concept. It came to me after watching a documentary of underwater caves (which I did not want to see lol I still remember telling my friend: I don't like underwater stuff, so let's see the volcano one. her: let's see the underwater one. me: 💀) and how they come to be—something about the ice age and how the ice melting sometimes rises or lowers the sea levels. These changes create stalagmites and stalactites, whose layers can be used to study how the weather was back then!

At some point we get to see a scientist need a sample from a stalagmite from a very specific place which can only be approached by experienced scuba divers—This is where they take the opportunity to tell you that many years ago it would have been possible to simply walk there because the sea level was lower.

So... I got the idea of: what if there was like a temple in some of those areas, thriving thanks to it's followers donations, warding off spirits, storing cursed objects, and then... things happen and everything ends up underwater.

I have yet to decide the "paranormal" activity that this might cause (maybe people getting lured underwater? hehe), but I can imagine that somehow HQ manages to pinpoint it's origin to an underwater source 💀 How will techniques work there? Who is going to take on the mission? Not everyone is an expert scuba diver. And what kind of curses can be found underneath? Who knows—but that's something I'd like to explore in due time :>!!!

There's something else I have in mind too... but I think I'll keep that one to myself for now. As for everything else I have planned, it'll be written into the story 🤭

Also, I've always dreamed about Naoya and Y/N going on missions together. We're talking about them being in a good relationship now, and somehow... Y/N is all like:

Y/N: You know what's hot? Doing it in a haunted place. Amirite?

Naoya: Wtf? *goes along anyways, cause let's be real he ain't deny you—and hey, maybe he thinks the same as you, he just didn't want to be the one to bring it to the table lol*

Hmm. Interesting. I do have a fic planned with that theme lmao.

Well, I hope this was what you were looking for 🥺❤️ There's soooo many things I wished the manga would've included, mostly pertaining to mundane things you know, and how they affect everyday life. Like, what is the influence of sorcerers in humanity and vice versa, cause I refuse to believe they've been in complete secrecy!!! Oh well, idk where the story is going now anyways besides a rushed ending 😭💀

Thank you so much for sending in an ask!! And such a nice one at that... I'm really flattered you think so highly of my writing 🥺❤️ If there's anything else you'd like to share, please let me know! I'll be more than happy to respond to the best of my ability ❤️

Take care, have a wonderful week, and hope to see you soon!!

#ask #ask series: first it hurts— #not sure if it goes there but im tagging it anyways

[tropes-and-tales]

Verum in Amore

Day 12:  Dubcon (Marcus Moreno x F!Reader)

(For the 2021 Kinktober event offered by @beeschaos and @withlove-sid.  The original post and calendar/list can be found here.)  

CW:  This is that olde Sex Pollen (tm) trope, so dubcon by nature; smut (PiV; unprotected; oral sex - f receiving; cum-eating) 18+ only.

AN:  In keeping with the drug theme, I wrote this while on allergy meds.  Typos abound!

Word Count:  5020

It’s late in the day, and Marcus’ mother is at the Heroics headquarters.  She and Missy have their semi-annual girls’ weekend planned, but it’s getting late and Marcus can’t find his daughter.

It occurs to him within moments.  Where does Missy always disappear to when she’s at HQ?

Sure enough, he finds his daughter in the lab.  Missy always gravitates to kind women of a certain age, but Marcus readily admits – you’re special.  He’s grateful to Missy’s charming adoration of you, because it gives him more of an excuse to see you.  Gives him a chance to try and joke around with you, though his jokes are often corny and usually just make you laugh out of politeness.  Or pity.

Right now, you and Missy are bent over something in the corner of your lab – the little section you set aside for the kids.  Little experiments to help them understand their powers, little experiments to just teach them different sciences.  Rock sugar crystals, static electricity butterflies.  Once, you taught Missy how to make magnetic slime, which led to a series of hilarious pranks on him until he confiscated the stuff.

It hurts his heart to see you and Missy together.  Hurts is maybe not the right word – it’s an ache in his chest, a sadness that his wife isn’t here to see it.  But the ache is a good one too, that Missy has such a wonderful role model.  A woman to confide in, to learn from.

“Missy,” he calls out, and he smiles at how you and Missy turn in tandem at his voice.  “Your abuelita is here.”

Another ache, how Missy throws her arms around your neck to hug you goodbye.  And how you hug her back, tug on her braid playfully before she turns and runs out of the lab.

Once Missy is sorted and safely away with her abuela, Marcus hangs back in the lab.  He lingers in the doorway until you wave him in with a smile.  It always makes his stomach flip-flop, that smile of yours.  It’s charmingly crooked, and it makes your eyes squint shut, and Marcus thinks he’d do nearly anything to make you smile like that all the time.

“Making more magnetic slime?” he asks as he comes to stand beside you.

“No,” you laugh.  “Missy told me it got her in a certain amount of trouble at home, so we’re building a solar oven now.”  You gesture at the little workstation in the corner for all your kid-appropriate experiments.  “Gonna make s’mores on the roof once it’s done.”

“She loves these experiments, you know.  Talks about how she wants to be a scientist like you.  She thinks you’re the coolest grown-up she knows.”

You make a little frown, but your eyes glint with humor.  “She’ll be disappointed when she finds out I’m not grown up at all.”

“Not as disappointed as I was when I found out I’m not even the second coolest grown-up she knows.”

You chuck him lightly on his arm as you turn and walk past him, towards the rest of your lab where all your real work is.  “It’s all those awful dad jokes, Marcus.  You gotta cultivate some cool instead of just leaning on puns.”

He ignores the fluttering in his stomach when you touch him, and he follows you.  “Shakespeare used a ton of puns,” he protests.

You laugh again.  “Okay, well…I’ll cut you some slack when you write the next Hamlet.”

He stands beside you, and he feels awkward.  He wishes he felt cool.  He wishes he didn’t feel unwieldy in his body around you, like he’s nothing but ungainly limbs, a mouth that says the wrong things, a face that flushes so easily that he looks far darker under his tan skin.  You tease him, of course, but it’s always friendly and never mean-spirited…but Marcus wishes he could just play it cool around you.

“What are you working on?” he asks.  His question makes you drop your friendly, casual persona, and you become all business.

“I’m working through all the substances you found in that bust in the warehouse a few days ago.”  

You point over at another table, the evidence labeled and sorted.  It had been a routine thing, some wannabe mastermind tinkering with plans of world domination.  Marcus and the other Heroics made quick work of the guy, scooped up his handful of minions, and took custody of everything – the contents of a lab, the contents of a greenhouse, laptops and servers.

“Anything good?”

“Depends on your definition of good.”  You point at the different evidence that you’ve already identified.  “Anthrax, sarin gas.  A few different types of mycotoxins.  Whoever this person was, they had the means to cause some real trouble.”

Then you gesture at the table in front of you.  “Just this…stuff left.  I’m struggling with it, honestly.  It’s a complex blend of several substances.  For example, one of the compounds seems to be a lot like sodium pentothal.”

Marcus furrows his brow.  “Truth serum?”

“Very similar.  But it’s paired with something else I can’t quite pinpoint.  Something organic, probably from that greenhouse that you raided.”  You turn and grin at him.  “But I’m close.”

Marcus is studying the beaker with the powder as you speak.  It’s a shimmery, silvery stuff – not unlike the glittery face paint that Missy used to wear when she was younger.  But when you turn and smile at him, he forgets himself – he’s always so easily undone by your smile.  He tries to play it cool, and he goes to lean on the table.  He tries to lean on his elbow, a posture of casual coolness, but of course he flubs it.

His elbow clips the lip of that beaker, and it happens in slow motion:  the lab-glass tilting, tilting…you reaching for it just as it falls off the table….you bending over, nearly catching it but missing it instead, and the beaker shatters in a small cloud of dust that goes straight into your face.

“Shit!”  He reaches for you, snatches you away from the silvery stuff in the air…he leads you to the eyewash station and helps you wash it off, the whole time cursing his clumsiness.  Anthrax, sarin gas…all the stuff you listed, all deadly, and you haven’t even identified what this is yet….

He doesn’t even notice the thin layer of silvery power on himself, stirred up in the air as it is.  He has less of it on him than you, but it’s enough.

“I’ll call for help,” he babbles as he dries off your face, takes in the sight of your red eyes.  But…red eyes could just be from the sudden water in them from the eye-wash station.  

“No,” you say.  You put your hand on your arm, but it’s not like your usually jokey touches.  You hold him, steady him.  Steady yourself.  You take a deep breath, and he recognizes the look on your face – you’re doing a systems check of yourself.  Checking your heart rate, your breathing.  Checking for pain.  Not unlike what he does on his own body when he’s in a battle.

“No,” you repeat.  You take your hand off of him, and you gift him with a shaky grin.  “I think I’m okay.”

“We should get you checked out – “

“No.”  You shake your head.  “I don’t think I breathed any in.  I think…I think I just want to go home.”

Marcus frowns.  “What if – “

“It’s fine, Marcus.  I’m fine.  Seriously.”  Another shaky grin.  “I have the emergency number of the Heroics if anything happens.  I’ll take it easy tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

You nod, and Marcus feels absolutely awful.  

“At least let me drive you home?” he asks, and you nod at that too.

-----

He’s halfway to your place when he realizes that something is wrong.  

One of the compounds seems to be a lot like sodium pentothal, you had said.  You’re quiet for most of the ride, your face turned away and looking out of the window.

“At least it’s Friday,” he tries to joke, but you shake your head and don’t turn to face him when you answer.

“Fridays are the worst,” you say.

He glances over at you, but he can’t make out much of your expression in the reflection of the window.  “Why?” he asks.

“Because Friday afternoon is the longest stretch of time until I see you again.”

You say it so simply, so matter-of-fact.  Not joking from what he can tell.  You don’t turn to look at him, so he laughs and says, “what?”

“Well, the Heroics are on call for any emergency, but support staff like me are Monday to Friday.”

You aren’t making sense.  Well, you are, support staff are on a regular schedule, but what does that have to do with Fridays?  And him?

“What?” he asks again.

“I like you, and I don’t get to see you on the weekends.  Two days.  Not seeing you.”

Marcus’s stomach flips, and he doesn’t put it together until after.  Something like truth serum.  You got a cloud of it to the face, and now he just keeps repeating himself….and you, under the influence of whatever drug you just inhaled or absorbed into your skin, just keeps answering him.

“Wait, what?”

“I like you, and I’d like to see you every day, if I could.  And every night.  Think about you all the time.”

“What?”

Now, though, your words come out a little slurred.  You turn your head to look at him, and he can see how watery your eyes are – as if you are trying to fight the words from leaving your mouth and are powerless to stop them.

But he asked the question, and you are powerless to stop the truth from spilling from your lips.

“I’m in love with you, M-Marcus.”  You stutter his name, as if you could bite off the last word of your confession.

And then Marcus feels it.  A strange warmth at the back of his skull, almost ticklish.  He swallows hard, and then he’s powerless to stop his words.

“Well, I’m in l-love with you…you too,” he stammers out, and he’s instantly horrified.  It comes out so easily, like it’s nothing at all.  Like he hasn’t struggled every day since meeting you to keep those words inside.

“Truth serum,” you manage to say, and he nods at you.

“I’m so sorry,” he replies, and that comes out easily too – it’s the truth, too.

You both fall into a tense silence, both unwilling to spill your respective secrets.  Both unwilling to pull secrets from the other.  Marcus is only a few blocks from your place, and he asks the important question.

“The other part of this compound.  The part you hadn’t identified.  Do you have any idea what it may be?”

Your answer illuminates your behavior now.  You are flushed, and a fine sheen of sweat has broken out across your face.  Your hands are clenching your thighs so tight that the skin on your knuckles is shiny from the effort.  You are holding yourself back from more than just spilling the truth…

“Chemically, it is…it’s v-very similar to MDMA.  Only s-stronger.”

He doesn’t know what that means, but he’s pulling into your driveway, and you are out of the car so quick that it startles him.  You bolt from him, and he watches as you fumble with your keys, unlock your front door.  Throw it open so hard that it bounces against the interior wall, but when you slip inside, you don’t shut it….

Marcus knows you’re embarrassed.  Hell, he’s embarrassed, and he’s starting to feel warm too.  Flushed, his skin prickly.  He should go home, maybe change into his sweats and a t-shirt, take it easy…

But your door is still ajar, and he doesn’t know what MDMA is.  What that means for you now – and him, soon.  He takes out his phone, does a quick search.

MDMA.  Street name – ecstasy.  Common side effects – increased libido, increased pleasure.  His eyes take in other scary phrases – withdrawal symptoms of anxiety, depression – and he looks at your open front door again.  You’re alone and in trouble, and you got dosed worse than him…

Marcus kills the ignition of his car.  He exits it, locks it.  Walks up your front steps and enters your house cautiously, calling out your name, but there’s no answer.

He shuts the door behind him, and he finds you in your kitchen.  You’re kneeling in front of your open freezer door, and you’re pawing at the contents, pressing anything you can find to yourself.  You’ve unbuttoned half of your shirt, and he can see the sheen of sweat on your neck and chest as you try to cool yourself with a bag of frozen peas.  You look absolutely awful, a complete wreck.  You look –

- absolutely fucking gorgeous.  Kneeling on the floor, chest heaving, and when you turn to look at him, startled, he sees how wide your pupils are.  So wide that the color of your irises is just a thin crescent, so wide that your eyes look black.

“Marcus,” you start to say, but then he feels it himself:  such a powerful wave of lust that it hurts.  It feels like he’s being stabbed low in his gut, and he nearly doubles over at the pain, but it’s hitting him now – the hunger for you, so intense and primal that he feels like an animal.

“It hurts,” you whine, and he can’t stop from staring at you.  

Your lips are plump and shiny from worrying at them with your teeth.  He has the sudden vision of them wrapped around his cock, and he shakes his head as if to clear it away.  But he can’t – you’re right there, and you’ve admitted that you love him, and he knows he loves you, and for fuck’s sake, he can see your bra – the edging of lace damp with sweat, and he wants to bury his face there, slide his cock between the valley of them –

“You need to leave,” you manage to hiss out between clenched teeth.  You reach into your freezer and pull out an ice pack, press it to your forehead.  “Can’t…damnit, Marcus.  Can’t stop myself if you don’t leave.”

He doesn’t leave.  He takes a step towards you, and when you see the motion, you shake your head at him.

“Marcus – “

He cuts you off.  He’s feeling it now too, and it does hurt.  It burns like acid in his veins, and he knows you got a stronger dose of the stuff.  He cannot imagine how badly you are hurting.  He feels so hard it aches, his cock tenting his pants.  There’s a thought in the back of his head, that if he could just get off….and then, if you could get off, maybe you’d both stop hurting.

“It’s okay,” he says.  He says it in a soothing tone, like you’re a horse that might spook.  He holds out his hands, palms up.  “S’okay.

“Marcus, it hurts.”

Later, he’ll wonder why neither of you called 911.  Or the Heroics emergency number.  Or anyone, really.  Later, when your research on the compound is complete, it will reveal a sophisticated chemical amalgam of truth serum and love drug – the latter washing the brain in so much serotonin while muting the prefrontal cortex.  The impulse control center.  

A drug that reduces the user to their basest instincts.  A drug that silences logic or good common sense and leaves the user chasing the high of their soaring, sudden libidos.

He doesn’t know that now.  Neither do you.  The entire moment narrows down to this:  you kneeling on your kitchen floor, him walking slowly towards you.  And Marcus sees the moment the thin thread of your remaining control snaps – the last bit of color in your eyes cedes to pupils fully blown, and then you snarl.

And then you’re on your feet.  And then you’re on him.

Your mouth is on his so hard that he bites his inner lip, can taste his own blood, but he can’t care.  You are kissing him, your tongue is in his mouth, licking against him and growling at the taste of him, and he can taste you too.  He feels his own fragile control snap.

There’s no romance to it.  There’s no second guessing his coolness around you, no fussing over if you feel the same.  He knows you do, now.  That fucking truth serum breaking down all the walls the two of you had built.  

His hands reach out and tear open the rest of your shirt, the plastic buttons ricocheting like shrapnel across your kitchen.  Your breasts heave as you pant against him, and his hands grope at them, your soft roundness slippery with sweat.  His fingers slip under the lace edge of your bra to touch you, and you growl again at the sensation.

Your own hands mirror his own.  You yank his tie over his head, and then you tear open his button-down – his buttons joining yours.  You shove it off of his shoulders, but then you mutter at his undershirt, tugging that too.  

“Why do you have so many fucking layers on, Marcus?  Jesus.”

Breaking the kiss long enough to tear it off of him too, and he uses the moment to unhook your bra, leaving you both naked from the waist up.  He falls on his knees in front of you – the dim flare of pain in his kneecaps as he hits the floor a promise of future bruising – but he buries his face in the softness of your belly.  His hands are shaky from the drug, but he manages to undo the button on your jeans, the zipper, and then he’s touching you, shoving your jeans and panties down at the same time, tangling them around your feet as you sway above him.

“Please, Marcus,” you keen above him, and your fingers are in his hair, tugging him to the point of pain.  “Please.”

“Got you,” he mutters.  “I got you.”  

It’s obscene how wet you are:  your arousal slicking your inner thighs, your pussy swollen and pulsing when he slides a finger into you.  A second finger, and his mouth is on you, suckling against your swollen clit.  It takes no time at all – seconds, really – before you come against his mouth.  Your hands are on the back of his head, holding him to you, and it’s so fucking hot that he reaches down with his own free hand to undo his pants and release his weeping cock.

But your orgasm doesn’t seem to abate your desire – or your pain – because Marcus barely has time to pull his fingers from your clenching heat before you are tugging him to his feet.  You’re completely naked, and you push his pants and underwear down his hips so that he can join you.  He kicks his clothing away, tries to reach for you to kiss you.  

It’s burning in him too, that fiery-acid feelings in his veins, that stabbing sensation in his belly, but he wants to kiss you.  Wants to try and tell you – show you – that he does love you.  There’s a small, faraway place in his head whispering that it might all be ruined now, that there’s no coming back from this, truth or not –

You don’t seem to feel the same.  Or, you’re consumed with the more immediate issue.  There’s tears in your eyes.  You are weeping, and you tell him that it still hurts, why does it still hurt, and he can’t even imagine how much worse it is for you.

He wishes he could trade places with you.  Wishes he could take every single ounce of your pain as his own.  It makes tears spring to his own eyes, because he loves you and this is all his fault.

“Got you,” he repeats, and while Marcus would have wanted his first time fucking you to be something slow and meaningful, him looking into your eyes…it doesn’t work out that way.  You turn in his arms, turn away from him, and he’s hurting worse now too.

His entire universe collapses on his need for you, his need to be buried in your wet heat.  He bends you over the island in your kitchen.  He lines the tip of his weeping cock, an angry purple-red, up with your entrance.  He grips your hips and slams into you with a single thrust, and it’s enough to make you come again.

Enough to make him come too.  The force of your orgasm grips him, stills him, and he shudders at the way you ripple along his length, the smooth inner muscles of your pussy working against him.  He comes with a roar, his hips struggling against your hold, the wash of pleasure abating that fiery-acid feeling.  Dulling the sharp pains.  

He comes and comes, the ropes of his release filling you, and it is obscene how much there is – leaking out of you with each thrust he gives.  Because the orgasm calmed him, but only a little.  He’s still hard as a rock.  He still feels those pains.  The acid feeling is returning.

Your second orgasm doesn’t seem to help you much either, so he pushes his own pain aside.  Pulls himself from your swollen pussy, and he sinks to his knees again.  He’s made a mess of you, and some filthy part of his mind – awoken by the drug – tells him to clean up his own mess.

So he does – he holds your hips in place as you remain bent over the kitchen island.  He pushes his face against you, groans to see his handiwork up close.  His cum is dripping down your thighs, coating your folds, and he snakes his tongue into you.  Laps his own spend out of you, and it’s the filthiest thing he’s ever done.  It should shame him – may shame him when he comes to his senses – but in this moment, it’s also the hottest thing he’s ever done.  Strangely intimate, cleaning his own cum off of and out of the woman he loves.

And it seems to help you.  He can hear your whining cries when you come again, can feel the way your pussy pulses around his spearing tongue.  Can feel how it pushes the remnants of his cum out of you, and he laps that up too.

Three orgasms is what it seems to take for you to calm a little.  Three – two from his mouth, one from his cock.  When Marcus stands and turns you around to face him, your expression is stunned.  Stupefied.  But your tears have calmed, and your pupils – though still blown wide – are smaller than they were.

“Still hurts,” you whisper.  “But not as bad.”  Your eyes study him, and you’re still under the influence enough that he doesn’t detect a single bit of shame.

“How’re you?” you add.

He’s hurting.  His erection never wilted, and his cock is still the same angry-red it was before.  Coming didn’t help much.  The hot knife-blade of pain is in his belly, twisting like a coiled snake, and while he doesn’t say so, you seem to understand what he’s feeling.

“C’mon,” you tell him.  You reach out and take his hand in yours.  It’s the first gentle touch he’s had since the goddamned lab and he wants to weep.  He doesn’t, though.  He lets you lead him, and he thinks maybe you are trying to take him upstairs to your bedroom before another wave of pain washes through you, making you double over.

You make it as far as the living room, as far as the wide couch.  Marcus has to carry you the final few feet, crying out in pain, but when he lays you down, you hook an arm around his neck and pull him down with you.  He slides into you again, just as easily.  But it’s better, too.  He can look at your face.  Look into your eyes.  They are a little unfocused, but he still thinks he sees you there.  

That’s what he holds onto for the rest of the  night as he fucks you.  As you ride him.  It’s his touchstone:  that you’re still you, that you’re still there with him.  That he’s still himself, and that everything will be okay after all.

-----

He’s not sure what time it is when he finally wakes up.  It’s morning or afternoon – there’s sunlight peeking through the slats of the blinds in the living room.  There’s a moment of panic when he wakes.  He’s not sure where he is (on the floor, a blanket pulled over him) or with who (the warm body beside him, their back to his), but then it slams into his head and he feels like he’s going to puke.

He swallows his rising gorge down.  His mouth is sticky and dry, and there’s a metallic taste in it.  He’s sore all over – his legs, his arms.  His back, but that’s probably from sleeping on the floor.  He doesn’t remember how he got on the floor, but he does have a vague memory of pulling a blanket off of a nearby chair and covering the two of you.

You.  Your back is to him, and he can tell that you’re awake.  You’re too tense to be asleep, and he can barely hear you breathing.  Like you’re holding your breath.

Like you can’t bear to face him.

“Hey,” he says softly.  His voice comes out as a croak.  He wants to reach out and touch you, but he doesn’t dare.

“Hey,” he tries again.  “Are you okay?”

You shake your head.  It takes you a long moment before you can answer, and it’s so faint that he can barely make it out.

“Marcus, I’m sorry.”  Your words are shaky, like you’re close to crying.

“Hey, no.  I’m sorry.  I’m the one who knocked it over – “

“No.”  That comes out firm.  “I shouldn’t have had it just sitting out.  Kids come into that lab, Marcus.  What if…Jesus, what if…”  You don’t finish, and then you are crying.

He reaches out to you.  He lays a hand on your arm, and you flinch, but then you roll over to face him.  You’re you again – your pupils regular, your eyes brilliant with tears.  He gives you a smile, and then he pulls you to him.  Lets you weep against his bare chest, which feels far too intimate but hardly enough to matter, after what has happened.

“The kids know lab protocols,” he murmurs against your head, soothing you.  “I’m the dumbass who was trying to be cool and knocked it over.”

You snort against him.  “You were trying to be cool?”

“Tried.  Failed utterly.”

You don’t reply.  You only cry softly against him, but then you mutter that you’ll have to quit the Heroics now, you’ll have to leave town –

“Why on earth would you do that?” he asks.

“Because I…did what I did.  To you.”

He pushes your face away from him a little, and he sees that you can’t even look him in the eye.  Ashamed.  No, mortified.

“I did the same to you,” he reminds you gently.  “And you told me to leave.  I didn’t.”

“It was the drug.”

“It was,” he agrees.  “But the part before.  The drive over.  That really was the truth.  At least for me.”

He sighs and adds, “Missy isn’t the only Moreno who loves you.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

He shrugs, and he glances down to see you staring at him.  Your face in an expression somewhere between hope and dread, the former that he’s telling the truth, the latter that he’s not.

“I’m a coward,” he says.  “I can stare down interdimensional beings, aliens from outer space.  But I couldn’t find the words to tell you.  I thought it was too good to be true, finding love twice in this lifetime.”

You smile at him – not your usual wide grin, but at least it’s something.  “Those were good words.  Finding love twice in this lifetime.  Could have used those.”

“Thought you’d turn me down, and I didn’t want to risk it.”

You shift your gaze, settle it somewhere on his chest, avoiding his eyes.  “Maybe I wouldn’t have.  Maybe I would have thought it a lucky thing, finding love once in this lifetime.”

When he doesn’t answer, you say, “what I said on the drive over was really the truth too.”

There’s really no other words that need to be said.  Marcus tilts your head to face him, and he presses a kiss to your mouth.  It’s the opposite of your first kiss – this one is chastely sweet, just his lips against yours, light as a feather.  He can feel you smile against him, and he smiles into the kiss too.

Of course, there will be words later.  You will both feel awkward and ashamed about your first time together, and neither of you will ever tell another living soul how your relationship started.  You’ll each tell conflicting stories until Miracle Guy catches on, and then the two of you will come up with one standard lie, a gentle white lie, to tell everyone.  How could you say you fell into each other because of some horny truth serum accident?  It’s a lie you’ll both take to the grave.

But neither of you can be mad about it, not after you work through it.  After this awful first night together, everything that comes after is so easy.  Effortless.  Easy how you tell Missy, easy how you eventually move in with them.  Easy how you marry and adopt a dog and raise Missy together.  Easy how Missy becomes a scientist after all, and easy how Marcus pretends to be disappointed – but really feels like his heart may explode in his chest, how lucky he was to find love twice in one lifetime.

Easy because of that first night:  easy because of the dual compound that forced you both to be honest about your love for each other.  Verum in amore – truth in love.

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[atsukashii]

ily and ur writing so much 🥺🥺 I'm caught up on practically everything u've posted, so while I wait (im)patiently for new works NO RUSH THO, can u rec any writers u may follow that post stuff u just lOVE to read???

I usually use fics as a distraction from anxiety/panic attacks and my heart doing the palpitating thing which actually makes me wonder if my heart med is working??? bc its happening rn yay 🙃 so I usually go for fluff or h/c stuff

holy shit everything?!?!? 😮😮 aaahhhhh thank you so much 💕 i’m so glad that my writing can give you some sort of escape. send you all the hugs in the world anon!!!

also can I rave about my fave writers on a public platform? ummm fuck yes I can.

These are in no particular order and I think I’ve missed some people but if you check my recommended tag there are even more there too!! Oh I’m also recommending fics here!

haikyuu!

@elysianslove (sfw + nsfw) - sal writes some of the best hc’s and drabbles ever, and the way that she writes for kuroo has my heart going boom boom every time.

faves : unintentional flustering things & the little things

@kotarotea (sfw) - guys don't get me started on alyssa's writing okay, because her blog has made me laugh and cry more times then i can count (I'm looking dead at you in another life) her writing is top notch and is definitely one of my absolute favourite people on this site. Oh also her fake texts are pretty neat!

faves : the waiting game (read it ages ago and is one of my fave iwa fics to this day) & random text with bf iwa this one gives me all the feeeelllsss

@hvnlydmn (sfw)- ains writing can heal all of the worlds problems i stg. her atsumu is simply divine and i frequently read her writing. but seriously she will make anyone into an atsumu simp and you'll thank her for it.

faves : haikyuu boys comforting you & haikyuu boys reactions when they accidentally wake you up from a nap its just too fucking cute i can't not share it

@adoringhaikyuu (sfw + nsfw) - if you don't know who they are then y'all aren't living. their drabbles are honestly some of the most amazing haikyuu pieces i've ever read. And they write for a whole lot of people - also the angst will kill your soul

faves : when they realise they want to marry you & rejects you and regrets it - this made my heart actually hurt when reading it

@taurue (sfw) - jin has written my favourite iwaizumi fic that i have ever read (bad news) and is one of the main reasons i love that man with my heart and soul. she also writes for mha as well as haikyuu so literally you're getting double with this one. shes a treasure and her writing is *chefs kiss* perfection

faves : bad news (iwaizumi x reader) seriously read it, you'll thank me later & down bad (atsumu fluff that is so fucking precious i love it with all my soul)

my hero academia

@dimplesum (sfw) - faye writes for both mha & hq, but it doesn't matter what you read, her work is god tier. her blog is so aesthetically pleasing and her writing even more so, she's one of my top recs for suuurrreeeee

faves : i'm not your fangirl (bakugou x reader) & baked love (bakugou x reader)

@myherowritings (sfw+ nsfw) - sof is the king of bnha x reader as far as i'm concerned and her smau's are on another level. even if you aren't a massive fan of the character of one of her smau's i promise you will be by the end, no joke this is what happened to me in her shinsou smau turn on your airdrop.

faves : number neighbour (bakugou smau) & turn on your airdrop (shinsou smau)

@katsuverse (sfw + nsfw) - i cannot say enough about this talented girl. I have been watching mich's blog grow since day one and the way that her writing and style has evolved is really fucking beautiful. her writing is the bomb dot com and her katsuki is ✨ f l a w l e s s ✨

faves : bakugou's reaction to his crush's haircut, made with love (bakugou x reader) & hypothesis honey (bakugou nsfw smau)

Also i cannot stress this enough, if one of these blogs requests that under 18's do not interact or if they state that under 18's should not view some of their content please for the love of god respect their wishes.

thank you.

#there are definitely people that i have missed and i know i'll think of more minutes after i post this #so i will keep adding to it or will make another recs post #txt.recommends📖

[akaashisupremacy]

Brimming with Hope

Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with Gojo, your relationship is in shreds. As you two give your relationship a second chance, what does hope look like to two disillusioned lovers?  

Gojo Satoru  x reader

Multi-fandom Masterlist || HQ Masterlist || Ao3 version

Genre: fluff, angst, exes to friends to lovers (wc: 1.5k)

“I don’t think they’ve fully made up their mind about me.” Gojo Satoru confesses to Nanami Kento.

In between assignments and his students, Gojo finds Nanami at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech’s grounds. They’re strolling along one of the many wooden hallways when Gojo opens up about you, his ex-fiancee and his current lover.

“What makes you say that?” Nanami rarely involved himself in other people’s romantic entanglements. Too much work really.

Gojo shrugs and sighs, “It’s like their affection is platonic. They care about me as a person, but I’m not sure if they have romantic feelings for me.”

The latest development of his relationship with you has been nothing short of daunting. Your relationship, albeit not exclusive was running past the six month mark. The longer he stayed around you the more pressure he felt. Commitment is not his thing. Dating his ex is also not his thing. But you certainly are.

“Can you blame them?” Nanami snorts, “How does it feel to be at the other end of the uncertainty?”

Gojo scowls in silence, hands pressed deep into his pocket.

“Well if they’re going out with you and stuff, then that’s not platonic.” Nanami offers. “Just make sure you’re not just fucking around again. Some people deserve better, Gojo. Leave them alone if you can’t get your shit together.”

Gojo stops walking. Nanami’s words are harsh and cold, voicing Gojo’s ultimate fear about himself.

Gojo opens his mouth and closes it shut. Nanami raises a brow. He senses some hesitation.

“Everything we do feels more intimate. I’ve been with other people, but this feels so…so….deep.” he murmurs.

Nanami turns around and snorts, “It’s the feelings. You’ve caught feelings.”

“This relationship feels so temporary...just when I feel like I’ve settled in, I’m to be up on my toes knowing this isn’t going to last. I realized they eventually want a family, but not with me. Because that’s just not me. It feels like there’s a time bomb waiting to go off.” Gojo continues, his tone silent and mournful.

More than anyone, Gojo knows you deep desire to be married and have a quiet family life. It's something he doesn't want and it pains him to know that you'll eventually go your separate ways.

Nanami breathes out, waiting for Gojo to catch up with a few long strides, “You can’t have everything.”

“I don’t need everything. Just the things that count.” Gojo replies, walking by Nanami’s side.

“Then you have to look for a happy middle, for you and for them.” Nanami shrugs.

Gojo scratches his head. What can he do?

————————————————————————————— You walk out of the morgue to leave Ieri to her work. As you step out, you come face to face with Nanami, who looks surprised that you’re here.

“Didn’t expect you to be around Ieri’s lair.” he comments.

“I didn’t expect to have a casualty either.” you shrug, waving around a file.

You hardly ever see Nanami after graduating. The school grounds were big. Your schedules never line up. Neither of you were particularly close.

He silently looks around if Ieri is behind you.

“So you and Gojo…” he trails.

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, “Not you too! You know what, instead of asking me, you should ask Gojo and his commitment issues, for updates.”

Your voice rings louder on the empty walls than you intended.

“I did.” he replies.

“And?”

“Commitment issues with a capital “C” indeed.” Nanami states, as if the fact was self-evident. What’s new? You sniff.

“It’s unusual to see him so conflicted about you. You used to be his rock.” he adds.

Your eyes narrow, as if asking for more information. You were never really sure how Gojo felt about you when you two were younger. He seemed attracted during your brief arranged engagement, but his attention obviously flitted elsewhere after that.

Nanami relents, “When we were freshmen, you reminded him of home. He pretends not to be homesick all the time. He’s not very good at hiding it when he talks about you.”

“Well, that feeling didn’t last, did it?” you murmur just loud enough for Nanami to hear.

The outside of the morgue has always been a little dark. You wished the lights were dimmer because you know Nanami is observing you.

“Not to defend him, but he was so wrapped in you and your engagement that he needed to find who he was outside of that. He likes attention, too. Can’t deny that. But his affections were sincere for a time.” he says, “I don’t know where his feelings stand right now. This isn’t to give you false hope, but he can be in love, even though it’s against his greater instincts and experience.”

He bows briefly to excuse himself. He needs to head in.

“But you already know that deep down. Out of all of us, you know him the longest, and I would argue, the best.” he adds.

You're left outside stunned by his words. Out of all his surviving friends, you assumed it was Nanami who knew him better than everyone else. It was you. You knew him best, even when Gojo wasn't by your side.

You smile a bit. There are some bonds broken romances can't break.

———————————————————— On a train home from your assignment, you find the bullet train crowded as usual. Rush hour is the bane of your existence in Tokyo.

As you try to find an empty seat, you’re surprised to find Gojo opening some sort of regional snack (again).

“How is it that you have so much time for souvenir shopping?” you groan in comment.

“It’s nice to see you, too.” he offers the seat next to his.

You plop down beside him, distracted. You think back to what Nanami said earlier. What was it that Nanami said? That you were Gojo’s rock? What did that mean really?

He tries to offer you some food. You wave him off dismissively. After gathering your thoughts, you decisively turn to him.

“I just want to know,” you swallow, “How did you feel about me when we were kids.”

With his mouth ajar, he blinks. Where was this coming from?

“Why?” he instinctively asks.

You purse your lips, “I’ve been meaning to ask for the longest while. I want to know your answer.”

He leans back into his seat and puts his food down in concentration.

“I thought I knew what love was and it came in the form of you. It’s kind of dumb. What would a teenager know about that kind of stuff?” he shrugs, “I liked the idea that you liked me. You were someone who supported me. You were there for me. You were generous with your time and affection.

“Looking back it’s just infatuation, isn’t it?" he asks rhetorically.

“You sounded naive.” you say, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He chuckles, “Who wouldn’t be at that age?”

“And sincere.” you followed up with a smile.

Gojo turns away from you. He sees glimpses of your early teenage years when he sees that smile. It was the smile you wore when he visited you at your clan’s home and helped out with your chores. You liked it when he would carry the firewood you gathered from the forest.

“...you made me feel so grown up, like I had my life together. Not everyone liked who they were engaged to, but I really liked you and you had believed in me so much.” he murmurs, “I felt so lucky to be able to marry you one day. I was literally brimming with hope. But that was 13 years ago.”

You both get off the train. The crowded station greets you both. Although you walk side by side, it is too easy for the crowd to sweep you away. You hold onto his sleeve. He doesn't notice.  

You try to say goodbye when you make it out, but he seems distracted. You begin to walk away.

“You’re not saying goodbye?” he asks, startled.

“I did, but you didn’t mind me.” you smirk with your arms crossed.

“Sorry. There’s a lot going on in my mind.” he nods, walking up beside you.

He leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek. You pull away.

“We’re in public,” you remind him. Gojo isn’t public with you on anything.

He kisses you anyway, pressing his lips on your cheek. You’re surprised but not unpleasantly so. His kiss is long and lingering. You embrace him with your arms around his waist. You briefly close your eyes to drown out the noise of the station.

Gojo can feel his heart racing a thousand kilometers per second. His shoulders relax. It's strangely freeing to be able to kiss you in public.

He knows he’s not into commitment, but whenever he sees you, he questions myself.

“I have to go now.” you bid softly.

I love you. He holds back. He waves carefully to not let his words escape his mouth. He’s not fifteen anymore. He should know better.

Gojo begins walking back to Jujutsu Tech. Being able to kiss you goodbye made him feel so grown up, like he has his life together more than he actually does. It makes him feel, once again, that he is brimming with hope.

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[sortavibing]

Since you asked for a request:

Hq boys (you can choose) and his s/o getting told, that they are a cute married couple, even though they are only dating

hi! thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy!

oikawa, atsumu, tendou, and sugawara being told they look like a cute married couple with their s/o

oikawa: you guys are at a mall, and he is helping you pick out clothes you can wear to match a new aesthetic that you want to try. he will never let go of your hand while you guys are walking, and he offers to carry all of your stuff, even though you are very capable of doing it i’m not sure if this is cute or annoying. he will constantly give you fashion advice, as he should did you see him at the shiratorizawa vs karasuno match. and if you get the chance to pry your hand away from him to sift through clothes racks, he will wrap his arms around your waist from behind and say something like

“what, are you too afraid to be attacked by my fangirls for holding my hand? don’t worry i’ll protect you.” cue you rolling your eyes

while this is going on, and old woman notices you guys and walks up to you and says;

“you and your husband are so cute! ah, oh to be young and in love like the two of you are.”

you almost say thank you, until you realize she said husband and you just can’t function before you can correct her and say that you aren’t married, oikawa jumps in and proudly says

“thank you miss, it’s true, i am a wonderful husband and i love her very much” 

and he places a soft kiss on your lips you.exe.has.stopped.working as the woman walks away, you finally come back to your senses and slap him lightly on the back of the head

“why did you say we were married!”

“because i’m just predicting the future, baby”

he just smugly stands there as you struggle to find something to say back to that. he laughs and says that once you finish shopping he’ll treat you to lunch.

atsumu: you were at an art museum, joking about the modern art and the funny faces the renaissance paintings had, and overall being a little too loud to be okay in a museum. the whole time you guys were doing this, atsumu had an arm wrapped around your back and waist, and was slowly moving closer and closer to you, and after a while, he rested his head on the top of yours. this went on for like 10 more minutes, until a museum security guard walked up to you guys and tapped your shoulder. atsumu immediately turned around, jealousy burning on his face, until he saw it was someone who worked at the museum, he calmed down. the security guard spoke up;

“um miss, though you and your husband are very cute, could you please quiet a down a bit or we will have to ask you to leave.”

you were pretty surprised that the worker thought you were married, but you got over your shock and started to respond

“um- we aren’t-”

“ just a cute husband and wife, we are fucking hot” atsumu interrupted you with a smirk i swear you almost made osamu and only child when he said that “but we’ll be quiet as we can be”

the security guard nodded and walked back to his position. you looked up at atsumu and punched him in the stomach no mercy for sangwoo reject 

“what was that for?” you whispered 

“hey, i saw the chance and i took it, now, let’s keep on going, and after we leave here let’s go to somewhere more private, my darling wife”

tendou: you were on a date at a local park, and you were scaring the ducks and small children. and getting hyped up on a mixture of 5 hour energy and monster (you can literally see time with that shit i totally haven’t tried it). after that, you guys went onto the playground and just vibed on the swings and the playground equipment. while you were wallking to another part of the playground, tendou ran up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pick you up and carrying you to the top of the slides, where he dropped you (lightly-ish) and pushed you down. you grabbed his arm at the last minute and pulled him down with you, so you both tumbled down the slide and fell on each other. when you guys got up, you were met by a middle aged woman, who didnt look very happy. 

“yes, i know you cute little newlyweds think it’s so funny to use property meant for children, but my kids are waiting to play and you are wasting their time.”

tendou started laughing really hard and then said;

“well, us newlyweds want to have fun too, so if your stinky little children don’t want to play with us, it’s their problem.”

the woman opened her mouth as if to say something, closed it and then dragged her kids away and stomped off. you turned to stare at him in shock.

“newlyweds?”

“yeah, that sounds right, anyways i “found” some pixie stixs! let’s add them to our drinks!”

“found...”

“i stole them.”

“from the mean mom’s kids?”

“yeah!”

“good job”

sugawara: its a quiet sunday, and you and suga are relaxing at a coffee shop, working on hw and just talking about life. numerous cups of coffee are placed carefully on your table as you guys forget that anyone else is even there, as you look into each others eyes and he rubs small circles onto your palm, which he is holding with his free hand. small jokes are cracked and you giggle softly, content to stay here forever, until you were interrupted by a barista, asking if you wanted something to eat. both of you ordered a small pastry and resumed your conversation, not wanting any more distractions. the barista stood there with adoring eyes for a few more seconds, before she decided to speak up.

“wow, i wish i could be as cute of a husband and wife as you guys are, you seem perfect for each other!”

you shyly smiled as a soft blushed formed on your face, and you were about to say that you weren’t married, when suga started talking

“actually, we aren’t married, but i hope one day i will be able to muster up the courage to ask her to be my wife.”

your face reddened even more as you struggled to remember how to speak when the waitress giggled and complimented your relationship once again, as she left to go get the pastries.

“did you really mean what you said about the proposing thing?” you asked

“you know with you i would never tell a lie”

he picked up the hand that he was holding and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles, before looking up and giving you a giant smile

“i love you”

“i love you too”

  omg this man is so sweet i can’t even

thank you for reading!

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[realcube]

waking up the hq boys at midnight to get ice-cream hcs🍦

characters: tsukishima, tanaka, nishinoya, ushijima, sugawara,  oikawa,  kageyama 

note: yes, this was very much inspired by that one tiktok sound where the girl wakes up her bf to get ice-cream- 

also, i use midnight as like..the middle of the night- not actaully 12AM lol

tw// fluff, sangwoo- 

Tsukishima Kei

you did not need to wake him up at 1AM to get ice-cream

man was already up, having just came off his phone and laying like this 😐 in bed as he either waited for himself to fall asleep or was thinking about an awkward interaction he had earlier that day 

anyway, as soon as you turned to him like ‘tsukki, do you wanna come with me to get ice-cream?’

he was suddenly 😴 fast asleep, fake snores and all

you were stubborn though, so you hopped out of bed up to go get ice-cream by yourself if he was just going to ignore you 

although, once you threw your coat on, tsukishima decided to start questioning your unusual behaviour, ‘why do you want ice-cream? it’s night; can’t you just sleep like a normal person and have ice-cream in the morning?’ 

honestly, tsukishima probably finds your nightly antics more endearing and cute rather than annoying 

he’d never admit it though- 

if you talk to him after midnight, on the outside he always looks displeased but really, he loves talking to you period

whether it is at 5PM or 1AM

you shrugged, without an explanation for your craving, ‘i don’t need to reason my midnight urges to you.’

with that, you turned on your heels to head out the door with the full intention of going to get ice-cream - this wasn’t a game 

tsukishima groaned as he finally deduced that you were being dead serious and not just doing this to irritate him

‘ugh, wait.’ he scoffed, forcing himself out of bed to follow you, ‘we have ice-cream downstairs, dumb-ass. don’t bother going out.’ 

you didn’t spare him a glance, continuing to venture to the front door, ‘yeah, but we don’t have strawberry.’ 

tsukishima glared at you, realising that persuasion would not work in this situation so he’d have to resort to brute force and trickery

‘ah, alright.’ he let out a sigh of defeat, ‘at least give us a hug before you go then.’

you paid no mind to how he referred to himself as plural, which is something he only does when he is lying or guilty as he is talking on behalf of his two faces 

also, you should’ve realised something was up when he actually asked for a hug instead of just expecting you to give him one

obliging, you wrapped him in a hug; allowing him to scoop you up into his arms, throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the kitchen

‘let me go, you whore!’  you squealed, lightly slapping his back as if that’d make him let you go 

tsukishima snickered at how childish you were being, ‘you can’t go out in the middle of the night to get ice-cream. you’ll die.’ 

‘i won’t die!’

‘you definitely will.’

anyway, he ends up making you both a bowl of ice-cream and eating it with you at the kitchen table while watching Spirited Away

and despite the fact he had some too, he’ll tease you about this for..the rest of your life 

like sometimes he’ll just wake you up in the middle of the night (during holidays ofc - he respects your sleep schedule) and whisper in your ear, ‘(y/n), do you wanna come get ice-cream with me?’

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

IORFHIEBGEGBO THIS MAN

ik most ppl would think he’d just go with you without a second thought or that he’d be the one asking you to go out for ice-cream but- no- 

well, yes; he wants to 

but when you wake him at 1AM 

(which he doesn’t mind btw bc  sometimes he accidentally wakes you up at like 3AM bc he’s ragin’ on Battlefield oop-)

and you’re all like ‘ryū, wanna go get ice-cream?’ *puppy eyes*

he’s like ‘sure!- but i ain’t got money so- no ❤’ 

then he goes back to sleep 

however, if you say that you’ll pay..he’s already standing with your bags by the door

so you’re definitely gonna have to fork up some cash for that good quality pistachio gelato for him if you want his presence 😌

but tbh, if you said that you were just gonna pay for yourself, he’d come anyway-

Nishinoya Yū

y’all go out at midnight for ice-cream at least once a week-

and it literally began bc you were watching ASMRs and Mukbangs together at 1AM during a sleepover 

and one person was having some lemon gelato and it looked 👌✨ immaculate

in that moment, you both looked at each other and neither of you had to utter a single word for you both to know that there was a mutual goal in mind; to get ice-cream, ASAP

so yeah ig you didn’t have to wake him up but you did need to awake the desire for ice-cream inside him

needless to say, y’all ran to the nearest ice-cream place 

and you made a race out of it 

(you won, ofc)

AND YOU BOTH SHARED A CUP OF GELATO AND IT WAS SO CUTE ! q(≧▽≦q)

and y’know the trope where you have food on the corner of your lip/chin etc and the person kisses you to get rid of it? 

yeah he tried to do that with the trope in mind but he deadass LICKED you IWFBVBBFRI

he was like ‘omg (y/n), lemme get that for you’ 😋👅

honestly, ig it depends if you are into that kinda stuff but ik some ppl would leave fast af ( ﾟдﾟ)つ Bye

Ushijima Wakatoshi

sorry i might have a bit of favouritism going on but i feel like ushijima would be a bigger bitch about it than tsukishima (at first)

but it’s like- solely bc you woke him up y’know?

‘ushijima, wanna go get ice-cream?’

he’s just laying there with his bed-head like :/

silently livid bc you messed up his potential 9 hours of sleep

‘no.’

pester all you want but that is the best you’re getting out of him that night

HOWEVER, the following afternoon (after practise ofc), he took you out for ice-cream 😊

and unlike some would believe (by ‘some’, i mean myself 2 secs ago.) i don’t think he’d be all ‘ice-cream is horrible for your health, (y/n)’ or ‘i can’t believe you’re eating that filth. your body is a temple.’

but that rather he’d just happily eat gelato with you; everything in moderation ig :)

OH AND HE’D PURPOSELLY BUY A DIFFERENT FLAVOUR FROM YOU SO HE COULD BE LIKE

‘(y/n), do you want a bite of mine?’ and give you a spoonful to try like the romance king he is  

Oikawa Tōru

you wouldn’t wake him up bc mf needs his beauty sleep

plus, it was during a sleepover at your house so ofc you didn’t want to wake up your guest 

but he’s a light sleeper so when you’re shuffling through your stuff at 1AM, sneaking around the house to find a jacket (trying to be as quiet as possible so you don’t wake him up); his eyes are open and he’s speculating that sangwoo is near

until he turns around to notice that you’re not laying next to him and he is in fact being spooned by a large pillow (probably a sangwoo body pillow smh)

after that, he hops to his feet and storms through the house in search of you so he can yell at you for ruining his sleep grr

however, once he finds you and realises that you look ready to head out, he feels inclined to firstly ask, ‘where are you going? you know it’s 2AM, right?’ 

you replied by explaining your plan to sneak out for ice-cream and he just stared at you, absolutely bewildered for a few moments

he stood like a statue with that stupid expression on his face for ages so you asked him if he was alright, to which he responded, ‘that’s such a stupid idea.’

‘so, you’re not coming with?’

‘of course i am.’

so you both ended up sitting with your ice-cream cones, in your pyjamas, on a park bench somewhere, admiring the moonlit sky along with the stars adorning it

oh, and that was actually the first time he said ‘i love you.’

Sugawara Kōshi

if feel like suga would be exactly like the guy in the sound/video: confused, tired and extremely reluctant but ofc inevitably he ends up standing outside of a dessert place, hand-in-hand with you

he’d wake up, weary from fatigue and he barely has the strength to argue with you during the day - so how exactly was he supposed to do it in the middle of the night? 

thus, he lugged himself out of bed and threw on a coat but as soon as the cold winter air bit at his nose, he was flooded with the energy and will-power to try convince you stay in with him

(It’s his parental senses) 

‘you’ll catch a cold, darling!’ (yes, he does call you that.) ‘and it’s night too, there’s probably a bunch of creeps out and around!’

at that point, it was just a battle of will

bc you both had each other’s wishes at heart

you wanted him to have peace of mind and he wanted you to have ice-cream

(and he was kinda craving some himself tbh)

so you both decided to stay in, tucking into the half-eaten tubs of Ben & Jerry’s in the fridge 

and after that, neither of you got any sleep bc you both stayed up watching movies and cuddling 🥺

Kageyama Tobio

he was wide awake at 2AM, laying beside you on the bed, practising sets 

so ofc the time wasn’t an issue

but kageyama wasn’t big on sweet treats so when you suggested that y’all should go out for ice-cream, you were shocked - to say the least - when he simply replied 

‘sure’

like why would he oppose? he was already awake. plus, he was kinda craving something sweet tbh

also, he could tell it’d make you happy and he’s whipped tbh

so you took advantage of this indifferency by immediately jolting up and dragging him to your favourite dessert place

the whole time, he acted as usual - it was as if he was just on a regular walk to school

when you got there, you both shared a sundae and he paid; what a king (❤´艸｀❤)

(it was bc you had forgotten your wallet/purse at home- but still a kind gesture 💕)

you both just sat in a booth, pecking away at the sundae while talking about anything and everything that came to mind as the low, distant R&B music from the shop’s speakers played in the background

 ‘it is flat. have you ever been on a plane before, (y/n)? did you see a single curve? no.’

you rolled your eyes, finding it physically painful how stupid kagyeama could be sometimes, ‘it’s science, kags. the earth is round! the curves are just very subtle.’

‘no.’

‘YOU CAN’T SAY NO! IT’S SCIENCE!’ 

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[gatalentan]

Hi Scottie, same anon here. Actually, a recent follower. Your gifs are marvelous, i'm ever so jealous. Thanks for letting me know. I live in Canada, so I have a few options, but one day, maybe i'll buy them. I'm sure my hype for LAW won't stop, but money is tight.

Anyways, thank you for gracing us for your hardwork, dedication and love towards LAW, Abbott and so forth. I'd love to see more Life's Work gifsets if you plan on making more. How would you describe Lisa Hunter? There is an episode I felt so bad for her for (cause I only found three on the Internet Archive), about a third baby. Her humor always makes me feel better, even in another sitcom with an audience for it.

As a new gif/gifset maker myself, though someone with slow stamina to work on projects, I fiddle in photoshop all the time. For the RPC, I've been considering making some more to use of LAW, it's just the resources I need to get aside from AElem. and PTrap. You should try your hand at it, maybe? it's gifs, a certain size all in one post. I just asked what your secret was cause I love how even tho the show was in 96/97, we know it's not HQ like now. Anyways, enough about me. I'm happy they turned out so well for you. Lastly, through trial and error-- do you know if there have a way to sharpen every layer at the same time? Thanks again - CW.

Hi again! Yeah, I fully get that. I really wish there was a more accessible option. Maybe with such awards interest in Abbott more of the stuff from her back catalog will get brought to streaming services? It was on the same network as Abbott after all! We can only hope.

Thanks so much for your kind words! I absolutely do intend on doing the whole series, at least one set per episode (that I have access to) along with some of the funnier lines.

If I was gonna surface level describe Lisa Hunter to an alien? I think you can tell she's is probably more LAW than probably anything she's ever done and very in-line with her stand-up persona. She's streetwise and dry-humoured and crass and a total hard-ass and is quick to anger and stand up for herself, but she isn't one-dimensionally a big tough-guy, she has huge depths of softness for her family, is emotionally available and open about her feelings, is demonstrative to her family in a way that doesn't feel like just going through the motions, they hug and kiss, they have stupid in-jokes, and she makes out with her damn husband! And it doesn't just feel like it's for the viewer! They feel like a real couple who are actually crazy about each other, not just people who put up with each other. She talks openly about her interest in sex in a way that centres herself in it instead of trying to please her guy which is something that a lot of sitcoms of the era lacked (and still do really, in the bad ones) but also what it's like trying to have a sexual relationship while you have a busy life. She's candid about the realities of motherhood - not just in terms of how it effects her relationships and her work-life balance but how it literally changed her relationship with her body, which is also something you don't hear a lot of in comedy, at least in a way that isn't at a woman's expense but rather a commiseration instead. More than anything she feels like a real young adult (I can't believe she's nearly the same age as me!! terrifying!!) dealing with a young family, and a stressful job and financial difficulties, rather than a cartoon character. I really love her a lot. This show had so much potential that was cut WAY short. I could go on about it a lot more than this but this got way too long already! Re: sharpening gifs - what you wanna learn how to use is Smart Objects! They make an absolute world of difference, because you can edit the whole gif all at once, including sharpness, contrast, colours etc. I found a good beginners tutorial for you here - I hope it helps! (Link Here)

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[princess-of-inarizaki]

this is so random but can you do a fluff headcanon of seeing his s/o in a kimono for Sakusa, Suna, and Atsumu. And maybe kuroo, komori, and kita too I watch this todomomo CD drama the other day where the two saw each other in festival and they're like so cute frickin' cute todoroki compliment Momo, being kinda open towards her, and Momo just being really soft and cute makes me giggle and smile.

AHHH that is just such a good idea. I'm always so soft when they see each other wearing yukata's or kimono's at festivals. I only wish they had that sorta stuff where I live too 😭🤚💕💕💕✨

And omg yghhhh todomomo is such a cute ship, like I genuinely adore them both so much >:(

The boys seeing their cute s/o in a kimono

Characters: Atsumu, Kita, Suna, Kuroo, Sakusa

Warnings: none

Atsumu

Okay so Atsumu would definitely be extremely smooth. like he's internally freaking out and thinking you look so adorable!! but on the outside he's just trying to play it cool so you don't catch on.

His eyes would literally not leave you and he's just taking in how you look the entire time.

“yer ready ta go babe?” with this hot ass smirk on his face.

You're just blushing and you nod and follow him, your geta making sounds beneath you.

When you reach there, you're buying takoyaki, and you ask him if he wants some.

He ends up eating almost everything, like what the heck, man?

Apologizes and buys you more.

Would definitely try to show off and win you stuff at the festival to prove how manly™ he is, and also hopes he impresses you in the process.

“hey babe, watch me win this for you” and he's having a full-fledged war with the kid he's competing with.

He ends up winning and sticking his tongue out at the kid. Because it's basically canon that his mental age drops to 5 when he's competitive about things.

You just ruffle his hair and congratulate him.

Would definitely do the whole yawning and bringing you closer to him thing, when you've decided to take a break and rest.

He's trying to be slick, please don't call him out.

Your friends text you, telling you about the firecracker show and you ask Tsumu if he'd be okay to stay for that.

He practically jumps!! at the chance!! I mean, more time spent with you is always good :]

Asks if he can have your first kiss under the firecrackers. He's a consensual king

After you say yes, he'd just gently cup your face and lean down (WE LIVE FOR MFING HEIGHT DIFFERENCES!!) and kiss your lips gently at first, as the sky is filled with bursts of colour.

Y'all definitely end up making out but that's a different story

Walks you home after everything is over, and tells you how much he liked spending time with you on the way home.

“ya looked beautiful today, y/n-chan” and he has the shyest look on his face.

You kiss his nose and walk inside, leaving him flustered on your doorstep.

Kita

Plans this weeks in advance, after hearing about the festival, and musters up the courage to ask you to go with him.

You jump at the chance. At first you think the whole team is coming along, until a flustered Kita says “i hope it would just be the two of us.”

Your eyes widen and you're both just blushing messes looking at the ground.

You both arrive early, and laugh, seeing how you had the same idea to come a bit earlier.

He looks at you in the kimono and takes a few deep breaths before genuinely complimenting you in the most poetic way possible?

“your beauty is unrivalled, y/n-san. Even the brightest lamp is nothing when compared to the radiance you emit.”

And you're just so Mcfreaking flustered™?????? Like where did he learn how to make your heart go doki doki like that omg

You guys would probably be very rational about making your way around the festival.

Food first, and maybe we'll play some games later?

He definitely pays for everything ugh, such a gentleman, eventho you told him it was okay.

And old lady at one of the stalls flusters the two of you by saying he has such a pretty girlfriend.

And he just smiles, with flushed cheeks. Neither of you disagree.

It starts drizzling and the two of you find shelter under a tree.

You're a bit sad about how your kimono got a bit ruined after slipping in some mud, and he gently helps your roll the area up and wipes it with a tissue.

He also smiles and tries to crack a joke by saying “the clouds thought you were so beautiful, they started crying” as he gestured to the rain.

Although the fireworks show was cancelled, Kita wrapped his arms around you and kept you warm, as you talked so many things, whilst waiting for the rain to stop.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise :)

He gently holds your hand at some point too, and plays with your fingers, pressing a small kiss to the back of your hand.

The rain finally stops and he walks you home, thanking you for spending time with him.

You take a deep breath and kiss him before entering your house, and he smiles through the kiss.

“i've always wanted to do that” he says softly, after kissing you gently again and waving goodbye.

Suna

Going out with Suna was definitely an impromtu plan of some sort. Like he just randomly texts you, asking if you want to go and you agree.

Definitely sends you a few memes about how he can't wait and begins to get ready.

You guys meet there and both of you are just so shocked at how the other looks.

Suna thinks you look gorgeous, and he tries to tell you in a teasing way. Much like Atsumu, he's trying to play it down when he's actually so flustered.

“hey dork, you don't look too bad”

You're not good at hiding your thoughts though, and you blurt out a rushed “Suna were you always this hot?” gesturing to his Yukata.

Y/n-chan I think you broke Suna.

He's just a flustered mess and he doesn't reply, instead saying he's hungry and buying something to eat. He buys one for you too, and suggests you guys walk and eat at the same time.

Definitely shows you memes and takes videos of you as the night progresses and the two of you loosen up and start doing dumb stuff.

Takes lots of pictures of you so he can document how pretty you look and keep it with him.

You pose for some, whilst some are just totally candid, with absolutely no pretense, your beauty in its natural glory.

Suna is just so whipped, and he knows he'll regret it if he doesn't tell you honestly, so he wipes some sauce off from the side of your lip and kisses you gently.

It's a quick peck, but it took lots of courage.

“i mean to tell you earlier, y/n, but you look beautiful in this kimono”

You smile, and he's just so super happy he got over his nerves.

“thank you Suna. I think you look amazing in your yukata” you say softly, as you run your fingers along the hem of it, feeling the soft material beneath your fingers.

The fireworks are just streaking bursts of colour across the sky, and you're looking into each others' eyes with so much adoration.

“just now's kiss was too short” you murmur softly as you capture him in a passionate kiss.

It gets really late, and you guys go home. He makes sure you're walking back with your friends before heading home himself.

Calls you after he reaches home and tells you he had an amazing night.

He definitely looks over all the pictures he took of you and makes one of them his lockscreen

Kuroo

I actually mean this if I could date any of the hq boys I would date Kuroo. He's such a sweetheart and I adore him to bits and pieces.

So Kuroo asks you to the festival with a bet. He's like “if Nekoma wins this match, you'll go on a date with me to the festival, kitten.”

And he has the hottest smirk on his face. Like stfu and leave some pretty for other men >:(

You're so flustered but you eventually agree.

No surprise that Nekoma wins both sets and it's mainly because Kuroo didn't let a single ball go past him, he was literally on fire.

So he's smiling and tells you he'll pick you up at 8.00.

I'm pretty sure Kuroo is a total gentlemen, so he meets your parents they totally love him and he's just waiting for you to come down when he sees how lovely you look in a kimono, and he's the literal embodiment of the 😍 emoji.

Like he can't tear his eyes off of you and you're getting so flustered, so you just drag him out of the house and to the festival.

“Such a dom, aren't you kitten?”

When you're at the festival he tries playing a game. He wants to win you something, so he's pretty serious and focused.

He ends up winning and he's all like “so I got reward for you. Do I get a reward from you?” and he's just lowering his face to meet yours.

So you grudgingly kiss his cheek but you definitely loved it, ok?

He definitely buys food and will not eat any of it unless you feed him.

Feeds you too, and takes cute selfies to post on his Instagram.

You guys end up taking a lot of selfies together and trying out all the cute filters. Kuroo's favourite picture is one of you looking at him whilst talking to him, your eyes super bright, and he's just smiling for the camera, but his eyes are on you.

Makes it his phone wallpaper on the spot, to your delight.

Informs you of a fireworks show happening in a little while, and settles down to find an empty place to enjoy it.

Wraps as arm around you because it's apparently "cold" and "your kimono won't keep you warm like his arms will"

You complain but secretly love it.

He then goes full-on nerd more and explains the science behind fireworks, whilst the colours are filling the night sky.

But he soon goes quiet after seeing the colours reflected in your eyes. He's so shy, and he literally can't help himself, he kisses your lips softly.

You guys totally smile into the kiss ugh this is so cute.

Takes you home responsibly and thanks you and your parents before leaving.

Sends you a thank you text before falling asleep, dubbing the night he saw you in a kimono "the best night of his life, to date"

I'm gonna cry Kuroo is so important to me, I love him so much.

Sakusa

Okay in my opinion, you'll have to be the one asking Sakusa out. He'll be super moody about it, but internally, he's dying to go.

You arrive at his doorstep to pick him up and he's just blushing at how cute you look in the kimono.

Like wow aight thank God I'm wearing a mask because this blush is fresh as heck +_+

Silently passes you a tube of hand sanitizer and you're so confused.

“if you put this on, we'll be able to hold hands.”

You're close to dying, no one has ever been able to touch Sakusa's hands, or hand sanitizer before. So you eagerly put it on, and intertwine your soft hands with his.

He's just so touch starved, so he holds your hand tighter as you guys make your way to the festival.

Sakusa hates it there. He waits for you to buy food before finding a secluded area to get away from the crowds.

You're also kinda glad you'll get to spend some time alone with him, so you aren't complaining.

You guys talk about lots of things, you definitely being the more flirty one in the conversation.

You suddenly muster up the guys to tug his mask down softly, seeing his pink cheeks and soft smile.

“can I kiss you?” you ask gently, eyes fixated on his lips.

“yes” he breathlessly replies, as your lips make your way to his, the sky is lit with fireworks, but the two of you hardly notice.

Your hand is tangled in his soft curly hair, and you're both blushing messes.

He walks you back, this time, and thanks you for spending a wonderful night out with him.

Low-key feels bad that you didn't get to enjoy the festival properly, so he tries to make it up to you by buying you lunch the next day. Very wholesome 10/10

[Ari's note: AHHHHH This was such a whirlwind to write it actually took me so long so I hope you enjoy this <3]

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[factual-fantasy]

20 old asks that I should’ve gotten around to answering ages ago.. 😬

Daww shucks, I’m glad I could make this year a little brighter for you. :}

Aww! Thank you! I’m so glad! I’ll be sure to keep making it! :D

Oh yeah, this show has got some good angst factors floating around in it behind the scenes.

And really? Huh, I always imagined that he was just holding it with his hand draped over his abdomen. :/

Why thank you!  ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

Hmm.. headcannons? Well... let me see...

I think that chances are? Captain Barnacles would teach some other crew members how to pilot the Octopod in case of an emergency. Like Peso, Tweak and Kwazii for example, maybe even Dashi too. Kwazii already knows, but I feel like he’d get some proper lessons in case of a serious emergency.

Also, I feel like Peso would be effected by this experience quite a bit. I always imagined that growing up with a huge family? He’s used to being surrounded by loved ones and safety at all times. Now that he’s an Octonaut.. he doesn't have much of that anymore. I imagine he’s always a little on edge because of that and doesn’t like to be alone. Imagine how alone and scared he must’ve felt when every single crew member was down and out and he had to pilot the Octopod through the roaring 40s! I still don’t know how he did it. 

Peso would probably become really jumpy and nervous for about a week after the incident. Not wanting to be left alone, especially not alone in the HQ. Because if he’s alone in there and something goes wrong? He might have to pilot the Octopod again.

I also feel like.. you know.. after seeing the Captain nearly pass out right in front of him? He’d be on edge and kind of following him around for a while to keep and eye on him. 

There’s a lot that can be said about the aftermath and how everybody copes with what they experienced. 90% of the crew was poisoned and then their medic had to pilot their ship out of water so rough, that even the Captain himself would call a challenging task. 

Just imagine if you were in the crew’s shoes, how would you feel if that happened?

I don’t blame you for not realizing I was gone, I forgot I was taking a break too XD.

As for the comfort habits? Hmm... I hope its okay that its going to be text and not a drawing. So, things that certain characters do to other characters to show affection? I cant be too sure..

For Captain Barnacles though? Its always a paw on the shoulder, its like his default. You did something very well/correctly? You in need of some comfort? He wants to show you that he cares about you? Captain Barnacles will manifest beside you and pat you on the shoulder. I think for this reason specifically, none of the crew members get startled when some one touches their shoulder suddenly. They instantly think its something positive coming from the Captain.

Maybe Kwazii would reassure them everything is going to be okay, and then go out on a mission to do everything he can to fix the situation? That sounds like something he’d do. Maybe he’s not too great at comforting people so he just seeks out to fix the problem that’s making them upset in the first place instead.

I feel like Peso would... uhm.. well.. hmm.. comfort habits, something he does do to comfort others... Uhm.. I mean, I know how he likes to be comforted, but not really how he’d comfort others..

Well.. uh.. I’m having trouble with this one. I think most of the other crew members would just stick close by to who ever needs comfort. No one really likes to be alone when they’re upset..? Sorry, my brain is mashed potato's right now, I cant think of anything coherent. <:/

If I remember correctly, I grew up with the UK version. I always would watch Octonauts on the family computer on YouTube. And YouTube only had the UK version it seemed so that’s what I’m familiar with.

It still feels so weird to hear Peso and Dashi’s new voices in the Netflix adaption I tell you what.

Daww thank you! I’m glad you like my silly little headcannons! Here, have another!

The Captain sleeps with a weighted blanket because it mimics the feeling of having a thick fur coat, which he grew up with and no longer has.

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Thank you!! UHG all these compliments! Its too much! XD

THANK YOU!!! :DDDD 

I mean, hey, yo do you man! I personally don’t ship anyone so its none of my business.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Haha I will do my best, and hey! I’m flattered that you were drawn to my Transformers art! I feel like it was the least liked of my workings..

Thank you! That’s all so sweet!.. Although I wish I could say I don’t feel pressured to post more stuff.. dang near have and elephant sitting on my chest.

I feel like a case where they’d all have a sleepover is either just for funsies.. or if they all went through something really scary. Something that effected them all and they’re all still shaken up.

Perhaps then they’d all gather in one room for a night to sleep soundly, being reassured that every crew member is safe and accounted for.

If Ratchet ever did, he sure wouldn’t like him. XD

Thank you! I often use Peso’s, (and Dashi’s) British voice when thinking about his dialogue.

Hmm.. I’m not sure, I don’t know many shows. But I can probably guess what kind they’d like.

I can see the Captain liking light hearted shows/movies about family, what ever those medias may be.

Kwazii likes anything action packed and/or scary pretty much. Doesn’t even really matter what the shows about, he just likes scary and actiony things.

Peso probably likes lighthearted and comedy themed shows/movies.

Dashi probably likes romance movies, but the lighter ones, not the like.. rated R ones.

Shellington probably just watches documentary's and educational shows because he’s always looking to learn new things.

For some reason I feel like Tweak would like movies/shows that have a superhero type element to them. Like My Hero Academia for example.

I feel like Professor Inkling would probably like old timey comedy shows, like The Three Stooges! I bet he’d love that, and I’d totally watch it with him XD

They all seem like nice characters. Pinto is a pretty cool little brother, he’s always rooting for Peso you know? Aside from that one episode. Everyone’s siblings seem pretty nice.

Koshi is a little baby bean, best little sister ever. 

The Captains sister its awesome, 10/10, 100%, she’s fantastic. Giving Captain Barnacles silly nicknames and being supportive of him. Telling her cubs all about how strong and brave her brother is and junk, the best sappy supportive sister ever.

Pearl seems pretty nice too, she gives off motherly/big sister vibes. Over all I think the sibling characters are pretty neat and fun, I wish we got to see them more often. <:{

#my response #octonauts #octonauts headcannons

[haliyam]

No matter what

eren x historia; yeager bro moments (or zeke wishes lol)

Summary: The time has come for Marley to choose its new Warriors, and Eren has a decision to make. (Also, "some things never change.") Warriors AU for erehisu day.

AO3 link if you prefer to read there

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Happy erehisu day! I saw this amazing erehisu art by beforelightsout on twitter where Eren and Historia are Warrior candidates + Eren became a shifter. Since it's erehisu day and everyone has come out with such wonderful stuff, I wanted to contribute somehow and write something for that AU. I've been dying of work and a covid scare so I was running on the fumes of my love for this ship and everyone else's stuff and also VIBES while writing this in the last hour, so, it's barely edited, if it even makes sense. Sorry in advance. I hope you enjoy though! 

Also, for this AU (or really for the fic to work lol), my headcanon is that the war keeping the previous Warriors dragged on, so Reiner's generation don't get selected until they're this age (Historia and Eren are 17). As for Zeke... idk. Maybe Mr. Ksaver had more time too. Anyway who cares about Zeke here!!! (me I still do)

No matter what

“You know this counts as cheating.”

Eren shoots Zeke a look. They’re standing at the courtyard in HQ, watching the younger candidates wheeze through their training while Magath and his assistant instructors bark orders in the background. Days before selection, and with Zeke already holding the Beast Titan and Colt preparing to inherit, their generation doesn’t need to be put through their paces as often anymore—or maybe Commander Bruning is just letting them off the hook for the week.

They both doubt that. 

Up ahead, Falco trips over an unseen pebble, and Zeke sighs. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know?” he says, out of misplaced brotherly affection. Eren appreciates it, but that’s not what he needs right now. “You already have the armband.”

“This isn’t about me.”

“I know,” Zeke raises his hands in surrender, but the playful gesture doesn’t take away the scrutiny in his gaze. For all his levity, he doesn’t once glance away. Eren knows he’s seeing their father in him, trying to decide whether that’s a positive or a negative. 

“So?”

Zeke scratches the back of his ear. “You already know you’re in the running for the Attack Titan and the Armored Titan. Porco and Reiner are on your heels for the Armor. As for the Attack Titan…”

Zeke tilts his head in a shrug. Eren exhales, and then nods. “Thanks.”

His brother peers at him, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “Thanks what?”

Eren is grateful, reassured, but not that grateful. “What am I, ten? I’m not calling you big bro.”

Zeke lets out a long-suffering sigh this time, the kind he uses to guilt trip the others into helping him with paperwork at his age. “You used to be such a cute kid.” He’s quick enough to reach over and ruffle Eren’s hair, and then withdraw before he can smack his hand away. “Now you’re all grown up.”

Eren rolls his eyes, but claps a hand to his brother’s arm in earnest. “Thanks, Zeke.”

The man gives him a thumbs up, and Eren belatedly catches a sliver of gold pass one of the windows behind the courtyard ahead of the other girls. His feet take him forward before he can bid his brother goodbye.

“Go on,” Zeke says, right as Eren catches himself almost sheepishly. He goes to her without another thought.

--

There’s no big to-do when it comes to the selection process. Apart from their generation of candidates, there’s only Zeke, standing to the side with the other instructors who assist the captain, while Magath and Commander Bruning themselves stand together, as imposing as the day they first met.

Maybe a little less now that they’ve earned their stripes, training for a decade with the extension of the war in the South, but Eren can feel the pressure of this moment bearing down on him. 

The others have been chosen. They stand at the other side of the room, putting on their most dignified expressions and trying to contain their shock at their commander’s question. 

“There remain two Titans, Eren Yeager,” said Commander Bruning seconds, maybe a minute ago. Eren’s mind is still reeling. “Which of them, in your estimation, best suits you?”

“Me, sir?” he had asked dumbly in response. Bruning had only nodded.

It isn’t supposed to happen like this. From the group ready to receive their red armbands, he feels Marcel’s eyes burning into his side. Marcel, who was pulled aside by Magath and Bruning earlier today. Eren expected the same treatment—not this. Is this a test? 

Porco and Reiner stand to his left, behind him because he’s stepped forward, and he feels hazel daggers ready to strike at his back. He doesn’t care about them right now. It’s the blue to his right that envelops his all. The air is replete with Historia’s expectation, drowning out all the others in the room. He feels weightless in it, a drop in the ocean that is her existence to him. 

Eren knows he could be more. If he gives the right answer, she might just see him as more.

But Historia isn’t the ocean to these people. She’s a tool, or she could be, and he cannot let that happen. Eren remembers the ground under his feet and peers into the commander’s eyes.

“If I may, sir, I believe Braun has always had the most endurance among the candidates,” he says clearly, just like he’s rehearsed with Marcel. He tries not to imagine the way Historia’s stomach drops. “Nowadays he takes Leonhart’s hits like they’re almost nothing. And for myself—I’ve come to specialize in close quarters combat. The Attack Titan would suit me best.”

Reiner sighs in relief not far from him. Porco and Historia are utterly silent. He can’t even hear them breathing.

Bruning and Magath seem not to notice. They only exchange glances, and if they think anything of Eren answering more than what was asked of him, they say nothing. 

After a few nods, Bruning turns toward them with pride. “It’s as we thought. I see no reason why we should delay for pointless suspense or further deliberation.” With a small motion of the commander’s hand, Reiner steps forward. “Congratulations, Yeager. Braun. You have earned the honor of becoming the new sword and shield of our great motherland Marley.”

--

The room erupts with excitement as soon as the Marleyans are surely gone from the hallway. Eren is already headed for the door when Porco tries to grab him by the shoulder.

“Eren, what the hell? You know this asshole isn’t better than me!”

Reiner sneers at him from behind before Eren can even shrug him off. “Apparently the brass knew different, Pock. Don’t take it out on Eren—he only affirmed what they were already thinking.”

Porco growls, turning on Reiner instead, which means it’s going to be one of those afternoons. Eren is happy to turn back for the door—he feels bright blue trained on him now, and it’s all he can do not to scamper for the exit.

Clutching the cigarette pack in his uniform pocket, he manages to get as far as two floors down before Historia catches up. She’s been calling out to him since she gave chase.

“Hey!” she yells. He was stupid to head for their usual spot. There’s a corridor in this building that’s gone unused for a while that they found, once, when it was their turn for cleaning duty. It’s been theirs since then, and one of the windows has the best view of the city right outside the internment zone’s walls—and the zone entrance itself. So they don’t forget what they’re supposed to do. 

“Eren!”

She’s starting to lose her breath, unable to match his longer strides. His footsteps start to slow, right as they reach that window. He turns around when hers stop too.

Hands still in his pockets, he stares down at her. “What is it?”

Historia glares at him, dignified even as she tries to catch her breath. “What the hell are you doing?”

Eren fishes out the cigarette pack from his pocket and shows her. It’s really Zeke’s, but he figured he’d need it after today. He isn’t wrong. 

She scoffs. “Since when do you smoke?”

“I’m going to be a shifter,” he shrugs. “It doesn’t matter much now, right?”

Historia shakes her head, smart enough to ignore the diversion. “Eren, what the hell was that? I thought… I thought we understood each other.” Always to the point. “I thought you and I would become Warriors together. Change things from the inside and convince the others to do the same.”

The truth of her confusion, her frustration and growing anger pulls at him. She’s everything she didn’t used to be, back when she was still playing the perfect little Warrior who unnerved him so much. It’s exactly why he needs to keep a straight face. 

“Ah… yeah. Sorry about that,” he murmurs, his tone completely level, fingers pinching at the cigarette pack in his fist. “I just gave it some thought, and… I think Reiner would be better as the Armor, not me. So—that left me as the Attack Titan.”

The pain in her eyes is almost too much for him. If only they were cold, just like she’d been the moment he saw her true self for the first time. That way he could crystallize himself in them and shatter instead of having to face her like this. But she hasn’t been cold for a long while, and the warmth in her gaze even after his betrayal does him in. 

“You’re lying,” she realizes the moment his gaze flickers away from hers. Eren curses himself for it. “You once said you could always tell when I was being fake. You think, after everything we’ve been through, that I wouldn’t know it with you either?”

Eren bites his tongue and forces himself to meet those eyes again. He reminds himself why he did it. It’s all that keeps his hands steady as he carelessly flicks the cigarette pack open and reaches for a stick. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Historia swipes her hand at his, knocking the pack from his grasp. It hits the ground with a pathetic smack. “Don’t lie to me, Eren!” she says, pleads even when she’s angry, because they’re friends, aren’t they? If only that were all she is. “You know I deserve more than that. Why are you doing this!? We were going to become Warriors together. We were supposed to have thirteen years together!”

She’s free to vent her frustrations in the hallway like they always have with each other, voice shaky and shakier still as the grief escapes her. By the time she mentions that number, Historia is on the verge of tears, but she blinks them away with the fury that remains. How unlike him, who wants to fold more than anything, feeling like the slightest breeze, the slightest word from her can knock him over. He can only stare at the ground as he swallows down the emotion rising in his throat, and that’s when he realizes it. She’s right, like she always is. He can’t stand lying to her. 

The prospect of having to utter his next words terrifies him more than the idea of paradise. But he manages it, because she deserves to know the truth.

“You know why,” he says, trembling only at the last word. Shamefully, face red with self-disgust, he lifts his eyes to hers, fearing the worst. 

She catches his meaning. Of course she does—she knows him best. He expects her to leap at him, punch him, anything that will make the guilt of his selfishness ebb even just a little, but she only stands there. Shocked, and then her cheeks flush in only the most beautiful way. He already knows he’ll never forget how the light from the windows illuminates her face like this.

But then her brows furrow, shoulders raising angrily, and she stomps her foot on the ground. “Am I supposed to be grateful for that?” she snaps. “Should I say thank you for making this decision without me? What about what I wanted?”

“No!” Eren stammers, hands up in submission as if that will placate her. “Of course not! I didn’t do this for your gratitude!” 

“Then why did you do it?” Her voice is still raised, but her tone is resigned. Historia knows that even if she gets the answer, Marley’s decision is set in stone.

That’s the thought Eren takes comfort in. The tears that dampen his eyes are tears of relief, no matter his shame, no matter his remorse. And here he thought he’d grown out of this when he turned sixteen. 

Pressing his lips into his teeth in an attempt to maintain his composure, Eren lets his gaze drop again. “I want you to live,” he admits, so quietly she almost misses it. “I want you to grow up and have a family like you wished you could, if you weren’t pushed into this when we were children. Get married, have children you’re free to love the way…”

He trails off. The last thing he wants to do is mention her mother. He knows she understands when she doesn’t press him to finish.

“I want you to grow old,” he continues. “Live past thirty. Get to fifty, seventy… Then you can be as grumpy as you want to be without anyone saying it doesn’t suit you. I want you to be happy.”

A slight hiccup leaves his throat, one Historia misses only because she does the same. Eren swallows it down, but his nose is already stuffy. When he looks at her again, he’s the most serious he has ever been, and it’s no performance. He reaches for her hands. 

“I’m not prepared to sacrifice your life for our cause,” he confesses. Eren imagines he could bear never to look out that window and see the walls torn down, the way they’ve dreamt together for the past few years, if it means she will live to see it herself long after he’s gone. He’s not articulate enough to say it, his ears and his throat so full with everything he wants to tell her in this moment that he’s speechless. How can he be otherwise, when she’s looking at him like that? All he can blurt out is, “I’m sorry.”

A silence brews between them. Eren wonders if it’s time to step away, to leave her to her thoughts. Maybe he can still beg for forgiveness later.

He loosens his grip on her hands, meaning to wipe his eyes, and that’s when she seizes his. “You stupid crybaby,” she murmurs quietly, fondly, “do you really think I’d be happy knowing you sacrificed yourself for me? Why do you think I promised you that we’d complete our mission within the next thirteen years?”

Eren can only look dumbfounded. 

“I wanted to spend them with you, you idiot,” she gives him, even as her voice quivers with the same desperate longing he’s felt ache in his chest for as long as he can remember now. “I would have been happier spending thirteen years with you, fighting together, than sitting out the fight and living the rest of my life without you. Isn’t that what we agreed on? To work toward what we promised? Together? What did you think I meant by that?”

Eren opens his mouth, body drained of the cool facade he’s found solace in the last few weeks since he came to terms with his greed.

“Historia,” he breathes. Remembers to. “You—?”

She’s had enough of him, he can tell by the look on her face—but he’s wrong again, because Historia grabs him by the collar and pulls him down to her, meeting his mouth with hers in a bid to help him see the truth. His fingers find her face on instinct, lips parting as they kiss so he can partake of her further. 

A moment, a hum from her and something stirring deep inside him, and Historia pulls away as if in punishment. She’s flush again, glaring until those blue eyes soften at his stupid expression. 

“Get it yet?” she asks.

His thumbs slide across her cheek, a small grin pulling at his mouth. She really is the ocean, Eren thinks, and dives in again, drinking of those soft lips, drowning in the scent of her hair, the feeling of her hands sliding down his chest. She’s everything.

What feels like both a moment and an eon passes as they stand there, him bent down as he kisses her, her tiptoed to grant it to him, until they eventually part. Only a little, because they can’t bear the distance just yet. Just so their foreheads are pressed together.

“I’m sorry,” Eren murmurs, before he’s lost in her again. “I didn’t know.”

Historia’s lashes flutter as she blinks away her own tears. This doesn’t change the consequences of the decision he’s made on his own, but she knows she can’t give him up, either. When she opens her eyes, she’s more resolute than he’s ever felt in his life. “There has to be a way,” she tells him. “Go to Paradis. Retake the Founding Titan… and come back. Then we’ll do as we promised.”

“Change the curse,” he replies, like they’ve planned, looking out at the stars from his roof in the zone. “Free our people.”

Historia nods. “No matter what.”

“No matter what,” he agrees. 

She smiles, and he can’t help that the way her lips purse when she tries to stifle it moves him. Eren draws closer—

“There you are!”

—and nearly stumbles as he and Historia untangle their limbs from one another, practically standing at attention when they hear his brother’s voice and Marcel’s surprised ah.

Unfortunately, not even the most perfect posture can erase the affection still blooming in their cheeks, or the slight swell of their lips resulting from that affection. Or the smiles they just can’t help for one another.

Zeke squints. Also unfortunately, nothing gets past this asshole. “Oh, so it finally happened?”

Marcel glances between the two of them, coming closer. “Seriously?”

Zeke snorts, palm open to the new Jaw. “Pay up, Galliard.”

Marcel scoffs. “Come on. Is it really fair if you had inside information?”

“Are you kidding? My baby brother tells me squat.”

“Oh. Yeah, I mean I guess I understand that…”

Historia lets out a very audible sigh. “Can we help you?”

Marcel meets Eren’s gaze, gratitude and apology in his smile, while Zeke tries on his new Warchief role for size. He clears his throat.

“Now that Porco and Reiner have settled down, Bruning and Magath want to see us again. Discuss our steps going forward, run tests on the new Warriors… The works. Time to go.”

Marcel sighs. “Talk about eager.”

“All right,” Eren says, finally, because he prefers serious Zeke to his annoying brother right now. He feels vulnerable enough, and he doesn’t care to be that way in front of these two. Or anyone else but her, really. “Lead the way.”

Zeke and Marcel turn to leave, starting to argue the terms of their wager as they disappear around the corner.

Historia and Eren look to each other. A shy smile finds its way to his face as he offers her his hand. 

“By the way, Eren,” Zeke pokes his head into the corridor again, finger waving at the mess of sticks on the floor, “you owe me a new pack of cigarettes. And clean that up.”

Eren groans. “Shut up!”

“But that was my favorite brand! The things I do for love,” his brother whines, to Marcel’s quiet chuckling, and finally they leave for good. 

“Sorry about that,” Eren mutters. Not that Historia hasn’t seen him like this before.

She only laughs as she accepts his hand. When she shakes her head, smiling as she pulls him forward, he feels like they might actually do it. That they might be able to find a way past those thirteen years.

And even if they don’t, he can’t feel regret. As long as they’ve managed to accomplish their mission… No, as long as he can ensure that Historia lives on, he’ll pay any price.

No matter what.

//

I'll take any opportunity to give Marcel more screentime. Well, I actually debated with myself whether it would be Marcel or Bertholdt in the last scene, but Marcel made more sense so that Zeke could whine about being an older brother to someone who could relate. (And yes, Marcel and Eren made a deal to have Reiner become the Armor. I’M SORRY REINER)

Writing Eren's parts made me realize how much I'm in love with Historia??? Like I've always loved her but I guess I realized I'm IN love with her XD Also my hc is Eren here likes to think he's the strong one protecting them both or he at least likes to project that image to the others, but really he takes his cues from Historia who is much stronger emotionally and mentally imo. Idk, I just think she's the boss in this relationship (though of course they are able to be vulnerable with one another which is the biggest thing for me).

Anyway. Thank you for reading! Happy erehisu day!

P.S. I forgot to mention that 'Commander Bruning' in my hc is the guy who tells Magath that it's a good idea to use child soldiers as their Warriors. I imagine he was in charge of a certain number of Eldian soldiers, including the Warrior program, while Magath was the 'captain' who directly managed the kids until his and Bruning's eventual promotions when they were able to conquer nations with such success.

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[prorevenge]

Shady boss lies about me to coworkers, I have her fired and in dept for several years after.

I have been lurking around here fore quite some time, and wishing I had a good story for you, until suddenly I realized I do! This happened back in 2011/12 when I was the ripe old age of 19 years old. This is a long one, so do strap in.

I got a part time job at a fast food place specializing in subs, not subway, but very similar, when I was 17. It was located in the towns mall, and was fairly busy. It’s a national chain where I’m from. When I started there the owner at the time was really nice, and she started that branch in my town. She was very strict on following all the cleaning requirements and took real pride in her shop. The way it was set up financially was that the franchise taker basically had to work from open to closing (9 am-7 pm) to even have a chance at making a decent living, and preferably only have one part timer helping for a few hours when it was at its busiest. It’s like the MLM of fast food. Why anyone would take on such a business wager is beyond me, but I digress. However, this owner actually managed to make money off it.

A year or so after I started, the owner decided she would move to a different part of the country and sell her branch and have someone else take over. That lucky individual was my co-worker who was three years older than me. (From now on Bosslady) She had worked there since it opened and was the natural choice to move up the ladder. Because she didn’t have the money to pay for the share in the franchise, about $5k, and nobody else was willing to pay that and have to work their ass off for minimal revenue, HQ allowed her to take over while they bought the old owner out, and HQ kept the share.

Now, Bosslady had no idea how to run a mile, much less a business, and small things started happening quite soon after she took over. I would normally work there after school, by myself, but she would often hang around the mall when she had finished work. Bosslady always complained about how little money she made, and would often come by when me or the other part timers were working and tell us to give her $20-100 right out of the register. Considering total daily sales never reached more than about $1200, that was a lot. I barely made $12/h, so my motivation was too low to care, and neither did the rest of the part timers, so we complied and gave her the money. My spider sense was tingling a bit, telling me it was fishy to grab money right out of the register, even if she was the owner, but if she wanted to dig her own grave that was fine by me.

I was friends with Bosslady and we would hang out and often hung out on the weekends, and we worked saturdays together. Which ment we would go out on Friday nights, get shit faced and work the next day hung over. Oh to be young. I would only go out during the weekends and never missed a day of work no matter how hung over I was, and saturdays were the only days I would be hung over. Besides school and work, I was in a dance company, and had dance classes everyday, mostly after 7pm, but a few days I had them earlier and couldn’t work no matter what. This is important.

Every night we would count the register, leave $100 dollars in change and small bills for the next day, and deposit the rest in a safe at the mall. I’m not entirely sure, because it’s been a long time, but I do believe Bosslady would tell us to take the difference out of the $100 for the register, somehow believing the money would magically show up the next day. After a while we started having problems with the distributers, we were not allowed to order on credit, and had to go to the bank to pay the bills in person etc. After that things started getting really weird, and Bosslady refused to let us make the cash deposits at night, insisting that we put the money bags in one of the cabinets inside the shop, which after a month or two culminated to a lot of cash. We had also had trouble a few months with getting paid on time. Since I worked the most out of all the part timers, I had the biggest salary, and the people who administered pay decided to pay the smaller checks first. This girl had bills to pay so that did not sit well with me. I was also the hardest worker out of all of us, Bosslady included.

Then one lovely Tuesday while I was at school, one of the other part timers asked me to cover her shift, to which I said I wasn’t able to because not only did I have back-to-back dance classes I also had a paper to write for school. Later that night I get a text from the girl saying “if you were hung over you could have just said so, you don’t have to lie..” and I’m like “excuse me? I don’t drink on school nights, and there’s no way I would have had the time to do so last night with dance class right after work and working on my paper” to which she just answered “yeah sure, Bosslady told me you were out last night”. The funny part is, this was a fairly small town, so there where nowhere to go on weeknights, so even if I wanted to break my own rules and party on a school night, I couldn’t. This really pissed me off, and figured I would stop playing nice and saving Bosslady’s ass.

Que the revenge: One day out of the blue, during summer, Bosslady declared she was going to go on a last minute, two week vacation to the states, and told me to take care of the shop while she was gone. I said fine, but would like more notice next time. I also asked her how she paid for it, considering she wasn’t able to take out any salary from the shop, and she just said “oh, I had some savings”. I just thought “Hmm, that’s weird considering you actually don’t make money”, but didn’t say anything.

The first day I was in charge HQ called, and the conversation went like this:

HQguy: “hey, is Bosslady around?”

Me: “No, she took a last minute vacation to the states and put me in charge, didn’t she tell you?”

HQguy: “No, she did not indulge that information. But maybe you can help me. Do you know what happened to all the cash deposits from the past few months?”

Me: “Yeah, they’re in one of the cabinets here. Bosslady told us not to deposit them, she even yelled at me when I was about to, because I felt really uncomfortable knowing we had what must have been more than $15k lying around in the shop, and gave me an excuse about having to look them over”

HQguy: “Are you serious?!”

Me: “Sure am. What should I do?”

HQguy: “I know the previous owner is in town, maybe you can call her and ask if she can come help you? She knows what’s what, and please deposit all the cash today!”

Me: “Sure, no problem. I will look over all the cash bags to see how much there actually is and make sure they’re all there and deposit them ASAP” and we hung up.

I called the old owner and told her what was up, and she sounded really surprised and was there within ten minutes. Together we quickly looked over all the cash, but didn’t count it. They where in these little pouches that had a form on the front where you filled in how many of each bill and coin was in it, so we figured the right amount would be in each bag. They weren’t sealed, because Bosslady had told us not to seal them before putting them in the cabinet. I then put them all in a bag and discretely made my way over to the safe where we deposited them. It was on the other side of the mall, and the mall was open so my heart was racing. I felt like everyone knew I was carrying a shitload of cash.

The old owner started asking me if we kept up with the cleaning requirements, and I answered truthfully that Bosslady never told us to do any of the time consuming stuff, like the ice-cube machine, saying that we would have to do that after closing and she didn’t have the money to pay us for the extra hours, so she said would do it on the weekends herself. Old owner just shrugged and told me she had to leave. Since I was all alone in the shop and it was fairly quiet, I started looking around for things to clean. This was around 4 pm. I quickly realized that she had never cleaned anything like she said she had. Under the fridges and workbenches there where LAYERS of dirt, the water tank in the ice cube machine was GREEN with algae, the cooling fans in the refrigerators where covered in mold. I started cleaning, but quickly realized this would require my full attention, so I closed the shop early. I called the old owner and she supported my decision and called the mall manager for me to let them know what was up.

I have never cleaned that much in my life. I scrubbed everything. I pulled all the refrigerators out and scrubbed thoroughly behind everything. What took the longest was the ice cube machine. I wasn’t done until 11 pm that night. Being the petty bitch I am, and being pissed Bosslady went on vacation with the shop in the state it was, I took pictures of everything before I started cleaning and sent them all to the food safety agency, telling them that nothing had been cleaned for over a year. I also got to clock all the hours I spent cleaning, getting an ok from HQguy. Looking back now and seeing how little I was paid, I would have just not cared, but at the time I was afraid people would get sick and die from eating the food.

The next day I called the old owner and all the part timers asking them to meet at my place saying we needed a staff meeting without Bosslady and now was the chance. They all came and we started talking, telling me what Bosslady had done when they were working together and other things they had observed her doing. I took notes, and later that night I wrote a seven(!!) page document listing all the things we knew she did wrong, and how we suspected she was stealing money from the shop etc., and I emailed it directly to HQguy. He emailed me back saying he would look into it.

HQguy called me a few days later thanking me for notifying him about all the things she was doing, and told me that when the cash was registered the amount listed on the form and the amount in the pouches wasn’t the same, and asked me if I knew where it had gone. A light went off, and I realized the “savings” Bosslady had used to pay for her trip was actually money she had taken from the pouches, and that’s why she wouldn’t let us seal them. I told him as much and he said he would dig a little.

When Bosslady came back from vacation, she seemed very stressed. I acted like nothing had happened when she was gone, but chuckled when she opened the cash cabinet and saw that all the money was gone, and her face turned so white she was almost see through, but she said nothing. She was in the back most of the day on her phone and came out asking me if I could cover for her the next few days as she had to go to HQ for a last minute meeting (HQ was 8 hours away). I agreed and went home.

Over the next few days I was seething with excitement to find out what happened. When she came back she tried to play it cool and said “I’ve decided to quit. I feel like doing something different, so I’m just working until the end of the month, and then I’m leaving”, and I just acted sorry and oblivious. I knew the old owner was kept in the loop by HQ, and she told me what really happened.

Bosslady had met with HQ who had questioned her about the missing money and lack of cleaning etc. (there was more, but this is already longer than the Bible). She had denied it all at first, trying to pin it on of us, and saying she had suspected someone was stealing the money and that’s why she didn’t deposit it etc, but eventually broke down and admitted it all. She was then given the option of quitting and paying them back all the missing money in installments or having charges pressed against her. She obviously chose the former. Personally I would have pressed charges no matter what, but they wanted to help her out because I guess they understood she was in a bit of a tough situation with not making any money on the shop, and also didn’t want it blow up in the media.

I kept working there for a few more months, but quit because i found a job that paid more. Word spread about what Bosslady had done, so she really struggled to find a new job to pay what she owed, since no one trusted her. She eventually did, but had to pay them back for several years later. We did not keep in touch.

Guess she shouldn’t have lied about me to my coworkers.

And I’m all out of breath

TL;DR: shady boss lies to my coworkers about me being too hungover to cover their shifts, I tell HQ about all the shady stuff she’s doing and she loses her job and has to pay them back the money she stole for several years, and lost her good reputation.

(source) story by (/u/Dachshundsandwhisky)

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[redassassin]

can’t dare to dream about you anymore

my fic for wlw renegades week day one! it’s technically a day late, and not exactly childhood friends to lovers, but it’s close enough :)

Ruby wanted to scream. Danna had been avoiding her for days, always finding some excuse to leave the room the second Ruby entered, ignoring her calls, leaving her texts on read. 

She sank back onto her bed, racking her brain for anything she could have done to make Danna mad at her. Tears welled in her eyes. Danna was her best friend, her solace from her family, someone she could always talk to. Nothing scared Ruby more than the thought of losing her. 

A photo was clenched in her hand, one from the last time they were together. Danna had invited her out to the movies, and Ruby, thinking it was a group thing, that Oscar and Adrian would be coming, had cheerfully agreed, commenting on Oscar’s genius for sneaking snacks into theatres. Danna’s face had fallen, although only for a moment. Ruby had an old camera from before the Age of Anarchy, and she brought it with her everywhere. It was mostly filled with blurry selfies of her and Danna, from their various escapades. She brushed her fingers over the photo. It was wrinkled from being in her bag. Her fingers ghosted over Danna’s smiling face, and she could hear the echo of her laughter and feel the softness of her skin as their cheeks pressed together, feel the burning of her cheeks as she smiled, delirious from joy. 

She sighed, pulling up her wristband to once again stare at the word that plagued her to no end. 

read. 

It had been 4 days, and Danna had spoken 4 words to her. 

4 words. 

4 words that repeated over and over and over in her brain. 

“Sorry, Ruby, gotta go!”

Danna never called her Ruby. Not even at work. It was always Rue, Red, Red Assassin, anything but her name. That may have been what stung the most. The formality. 

It wouldn’t have hurt so bad if Danna hadn’t been so obviously avoiding her. 4 days wouldn’t be so bad if Danna had at least looked at her, maybe offering an apologetic smile or wave. Crime had grown recently in Gatlon, and they were all busy, especially the Renegades that specialized in surveillance, like Danna. 

It wouldn’t have hurt so bad if Ruby wasn’t 87% sure that she was in love with Danna. She’d always liked her, as more than a friend. She’d been fascinated with Danna since the second she saw her emerge from her swarm at the Renegade trials, and her heart had fluttered when Danna smiled at her from her table, giving her a thumbs up before Ruby started her trial. Her dimples gave Ruby butterflies, and the way that she could always make Ruby laugh had her falling faster than she’d thought was possible. She’d never told Danna any of this, not even that she was bisexual. She’d been interested in Danna since before they’d been formally introduced, and had always secretly hoped that one day, they could be more than friends. 

But no, Danna stiffened whenever Ruby entered a room and immediately rushed out, not even offering an excuse, not even looking at Ruby. 

Would things ever be the same? 

She could handle being alone, but only if she had Danna. Even surrounded by her family and other friends, she didn’t know what she would do without her. Her presence was so comforting, so normal, that it was surely something she couldn’t live without. Even if they were just friends. 

read. 

“Sorry, Ruby, gotta go!” 

read. 

Ruby. 

read. 

gotta go. 

Ruby. 

read. 

The words swirled through her head in a never-ending spiral, as tears began to spill over, streaming down her cheeks. She buried her head in her pillow, letting her tears soak the fabric as she clenched the photograph in her hand, threatening to crumple it. She wasn’t even mad anymore. Betrayed, yes. Confused, definitely. But mostly, she just wanted, she just needed to know what was going on. 

A wave of determination swept through her. If Danna wasn’t going to come to her, then Ruby would go to her and make Danna talk to her. 

Danna felt horrible. She missed Ruby, but how else was she supposed to cope with being in love with her best friend other than cutting herself off until the feeling went away? Ruby didn’t want her. Ruby liked Oscar. Not her. 

She had been ready to confess when she invited Ruby to the movies, but Ruby brought Oscar along, and by association, Adrian. They sat next to each other during the movie, laughing and sharing snacks like always, but the whole time Danna was acutely conscious of Oscar sitting next to Ruby and how much she wished he wasn’t there. She found herself imagining herself on a date with Ruby, settling her head on her shoulder, holding her hand. 

She held up the picture Ruby had given her, from before the movie started. She smiled softly at the radiant look on Ruby’s face and traced her fingers over her hair. Those black and white pigtails haunted her, both day and night. 

Danna sighed, letting the photograph fall from her hand. 

She hated being in love. 

No, she hated being in love with her best friend. Her beautiful, funny, kind, very straight best friend. 

The one person she couldn’t have. 

At least, she was pretty sure Ruby was straight. 

She opened her phone, habitually opening up her text conversation with Ruby, but closed it when she remembered that she couldn’t talk to her, for more than one reason. Ruby would be furious with her for ignoring her this long, but each time she talked to her she fell more in love. She let her phone fall back onto her bedspread and closed her eyes. 

Danna must have drifted off to sleep because she was woken, an unknown amount of time later, by her bedroom door slamming open. Danna sat up, rubbing her eyes, squinting through her confusion at a figure in her doorway. Her heart fluttered at the sight of Ruby’s choppy black and white hair but sank the moment she saw her expression and remembered why she was avoiding her. 

“WHAT THE HELL, DANNA! I thought we were friends.”

“Ruby-”

“You never call me Ruby. Ever. You’re not answering my texts, you sprint out of the room the second I enter, you ignore my calls.” 

“Rue-” 

“No. You don’t get to call me that anymore. I swear it’s like we’re not even friends anymore. We’ve never gone more than a day without talking, and no more than two without seeing each other. Please, Danna, just tell me what’s going on.” Her voice had turned from angry to desperate and her eyes were pleading. 

“It’s nothing.” She couldn’t tell her. Not like this, and perhaps not ever. It would ruin everything and that was the last thing she wanted. “Things have just been crazy, it doesn’t really matter. Surveilance. Renegade stuff.”

“Danna, if you think I’m letting you get off with ‘things have been crazy,’ you’ve lost it. Just tell me, Danna, it won’t change anything. Please. I miss you.”

“It would change everything. And I don’t want things to change. I’ll get over it and everything will be the same it always has been.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Ruby.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m stuck with you whether you like it or not and I’m not going anywhere no matter how hard you try to get rid of me, but if you keep this up we might be over.” Ruby was glaring at her, breathing heavily. 

“I can’t-”

“Just tell me!” Ruby shouted. “I swear to all the fucking gods, Danna, it can’t be that bad.  If you’re going to keep ignoring me like this, just tell me why! I just need to know why. Did I do something? Is it-”

Something inside of Danna snapped. “It’s because I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, Ruby!”

 Ruby gasped. Through all their years of friendship, Danna had never seen her so surprised. Ruby’s hand was covering her mouth, eyes wide. 

Danna closed her eyes, her head tilted to the floor, unable to look at Ruby for fear of rejection. 

“Danna?” 

“I know. I know Oscar likes you and you like him and I thought if I distanced myself it would go away but it just made it worse and I’m sorry, I don’t want to ruin anything and I think I’ll just go work out my feelings and we can be friends like we always have been.” She moved to leave, and her hand was on the doorknob when Ruby called out. 

“Danna, wait.”

Danna took a deep breath and turned around, meeting Ruby’s eyes with great difficulty. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to go, anyway. They were in her apartment. 

She expected to see pity or disgust when she looked at Ruby. She was met only with hope. 

“I don’t like Oscar.” 

Danna blinked. 

“Not like that, I mean. I like him, but-” Her cheeks were red and her eyes wistful. “I like you too. I love you.”

It was Danna’s turn to be surprised. “But, you- you never wanted to go out with me. Alone, that is. You always talked about Oscar and bringing him along.”

Ruby laughed. “Danna, was that your way of asking me out? I thought you meant as a group! With the whole team?” 

“I thought I was clear,” Danna laughed. 

“The thought crossed my mind once, but I thought you liked that girl from HQ? The one that’s always in the training hall on Tuesdays?”

“She has a boyfriend. Plus, she isn’t you.” She smiled shyly at Ruby. 

Ruby cheeks flushed. She stood, walking slowly over to Danna. 

“Can I kiss you?”

Danna’s breaths quickened. She’d been dreaming of this day for months, imagining every possible scenario in a thousand different ways. She could only nod. 

Ruby cupped her cheek, slowly brushing her lips against Danna’s. 

Danna sighed into the kiss, and Ruby kissed her harder. Her hands found their way into Ruby’s hair, the strands slipping through her fingers. Kissing Ruby was something that she never wanted to get used to. 

Every one of Danna’s movements gave Ruby butterflies. And when she sighed… oh. If Ruby hadn’t been in love before, she was now. Danna’s hand in her hair, her lips against Ruby’s… This was the moment she’d been waiting her entire life for. Danna had been right. Nothing would ever be the same again, but she didn’t want it to be. She just wanted to stay here, with Danna, holding her close. She pulled away, their faces just centimeters apart. Danna’s breath fanned across her face, all sweetness and serenity. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that,” Danna whispered, her cheeks flushed. 

“I think I do.” Ruby kissed her cheek. “How long?” 

“Since I first saw you at trials. You?”

“The first time you emerged out of your swarm. Skies, Danna, do you know how fucking beautiful you are?” 

“Was that-”

“Yes, it was the day of the trials,” She playfully shoved at Danna. “We’ve been pining since the same day.” 

“We got there in the end.” Danna laced her fingers through Ruby’s. “Should we break the news to the others?” 

Ruby laughed, pulling her through the door. “When you tried to leave earlier, did you forget we’re in your apartment? Where would you go?” 

Danna rolled her eyes. “I don’t think I’d have known where I was going even if I had left. I thought I’d just ruined our friendship. ” 

“Well,” Ruby began. “I, for one, am very glad you did.”

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