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clavissionary-position · 2 months

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Ikepri Rooms Ranked By How Expensive They'd Be As Hotel/Airbnb Suites

1. SILVIO

Listed in the dictionary as the extreme antonym of a cheap room. The type that requires reserving years before in advance because nowhere on earth will you get a better view of dolphins porking. And forget about sheets being washed daily, they get completely replaced three times a day. You feel like a billion dollars after one night's stay, which is great because you've surely spent half that amount on said stay.

2. JIN

The reason this ranking exists. Luxury walls, flooring, bedding. Other hotel suites wish they could be Jin's room. Catching your reflection on any of the surfaces automatically increases libido. The sheets are infused with heady compounds commonly found in massage oils. You can see the mini-bar no matter where you're standing in the room. The fucking complimentary lollipops.

3. YVES

The crown canopy alone is so iconic that it demands a premium, but who wouldn't want to treat themselves to a stay in such a chic and manicured suite? Its amenities rival any high-end spa. There's amenities for actual cats. You go in clean and come out shiny.

4. CHEVALIER

You're paying for the books and you're paying for the balcony. If you face the bookshelves it smells like roses. If you face the roses, it smells like books. It's obvious Chevalier did not put this room on the market, nor did he tamper with it to such inutile effect.

5. KEITH

The premiere suite for introverts who simp for succulents. The bright and refreshing color palette is sure to uplift your spirits, and if that doesn't do the trick, who doesn't like fiddling with an actual telescope and accidentally breaking it? The ceilings are higher than you'd find in most suites, making it perfect for taller guests. There's always a fresh galette waiting for you every day.

6. NOKTO

A room that enticingly strays into the realm of maximalism. Staying in this suite with all its souvenirs and foreign effects lets you feel like a globe-trotter while you're getting ravished into the luxurious mattress. No single occupants allowed.

7. LEON

You're paying for the books and you're paying for the sheets. Mostly the sheets because some of the books are a little dusty. Room Service specializes in meat dishes. The windows grant one of the most breathtaking sunsets you'll see anywhere.

8. LICHT (palace room)

Despite the cool palette, it evokes calm and happy feelings. The wolf motif means lots of fur accessories. Just, uh, ignore the collar in the drawer. Even if you're into it. That's not for you. Yeah, this is probably another room that wasn't listed by its owner.

9. RIO

The view, the view, the view. For some reason Rio comes with the suite. 24/7 butler. Partway through your stay and after receiving world-world-class service, your understand why the convenience fee was so much higher than what you paid for the actual room. It's also obvious that this experience is worth far more than what it was listed for.

10. LUKE (cottage room)

A cozy stop on any b&b tour. The owner asks you do not disturb the teddy bears on display. If you find that the teddy bears disturb you, you are free to sleep facing the walls while enjoying the everpresent fragrance of honey.

11. SARIEL

The perfect room to spend an entire day in while reading or cuddling or being spooky and goth. There's spare glasses everywhere. You can see how some of the seemingly-ordinary fixtures could easily be turned into props for more adult-oriented activities. There's also ale flasks everywhere. ...Who put this room on the market? (whip-cracking sounds)

12. LUKE (palace room)

It definitely feels like you're staying in someone's personal bedroom and not an officially sanctioned suite. If you stayed in the cottage room before this, you might even think one of the teddy bears followed you. Well, that's just what they do.

Unlisted properties ranked:

1. CLAVIS (treasure and contraband room)

A national secret too dangerous to list. Expensive based purely on the illicit contents and sheer volume of shovels, which apparently add up.

2. LICHT (cottage room)

A national secret too secret to list. Also if "Simple and Clean" was a physical room. No one should know it exists, even though everyone probably knows it exists. If it were on the market, it'd be impossible to book. It's so picturesque it makes you want to cry. Most of the hypothetical extra charges on the hypothetical bill go toward maintaining the field of flowers surrounding the property.

3. CLAVIS (palace room)

A national secret too dangerous to list, but there have been rumors that you can stay for free if you manage to get past all the locks and traps and tell the owner how much you love him.

4. GILBERT

A national secret too dangerous to list, and there have been rumors that it undergoes regular renovations ever since the owner got engaged. It's the kind of room that makes you think "yeah, that'd probably be expensive as hell to stay in," but it seems the owner doesn't care for pricing things out of the reach of the masses, so that's why it's ranked so far down. If the room were available.

a/n: Thank you for reading. I took some inspiration from the modern headcanons @/leonscape has posted in the past. Also the bit about where Licht keeps his collar I believe is something mentioned in a collection event story, which I read the translation by @/hotaru987 for.

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blues824 · 1 year

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Request: Hello again! Sorry to bug you but I seen The Remarried empreon your list I just couldn’t resist and wondered if I could request Navier, Heinrey, and Kosair x Layla! Reader (Genshin.) The reader is someone that is dedicated to their studies but sacrifices their precious sleep because of this. They also have a sleep deprived look to them but are still able to retain their beauty they also sleepwalk a lot but unconsciously do work and think they have been blessed by the stars when they wake up. (Bonus if you could include Sovieshu‘s reaction to Navier falling for the reader and slowly focusing all her attention on them instead of the fact that Sovieshu now has a concubine and maybe Rashta’s and Krista’s too for Heinrey.)

Glad to know you like it too! This is different from what I usually do, because most of these are romantic. Gender-neutral reader.

Preface: You are a scholar who specializes in Theoretical Astrology. You’re the Eastern Empire’s/Western Kingdom’s official astrologist, and along with capturing the character’s interest you also captured their heart.

Navier

She has been wondering why you had not visited her yet when one of her handmaidens had informed her that you had been caught in your studies. You were trying to gather information on one of the nobles that Navier grew suspicious of and it took a lot of time trying to get into his mind through the stars.

The handmaiden went on to say that you hadn’t truly slept in about 3 days. Your somnambulism had caused a few servants quite a fright because they thought you were the walking dead. Oh, you poor thing. You didn’t know when to quit, did you?

She, as silently as she could, made her way to your tower. You had been given your own space so that you wouldn’t be disturbed while you were studying, and when she made it there she saw you walking around. She went up to you and looked you in the eye just to see them closed.

Navier knew that this was a bit unorthodox of her, but she held you by the shoulders and gently led you back to your chambers. She looked around and saw how much of a mess it was. No wonder you were having such a hard time: you couldn’t find anything.

However, all of a sudden, you sprung back out of your bed. You looked around and started to clean up the huge mess. The Empress was shocked at how energetic you suddenly seemed. You seemed to be referring to yourself as ‘Daytime’ for some reason… she was just so confused (just as you were when you woke up to find your room clean and the work done).

By the way, Sovieshu is totally jealous of you because you managed to steal his wife’s attention and distract her from him having a mistress. Rashta seems upset because the attention is off of her and all on you.

Heinrey

He had asked you if it was a wise decision to visit the Eastern Empire when he was invited for Navier’s New Year’s Party. Unfortunately, that resulted in not seeing you for a while. Unfortunately, our lovely prince here got a bit touch-starved.

He asked around and found out that you had stayed up for 3 consecutive days. That certainly would not fly (get it?) past him. He rushed to your tower to see you for himself. Surely the servant that gave him the information was mistaken… right?

When he made it to the building, he saw how you were on the verge of falling asleep. He was about to lead you to your bed when you immediately sprung up and started rushing around the room. Heinrey watched as you just zoomed back and forth.

Eventually, you settled back down, but you weren’t done working. No, you gathered your papers, put them in order, and went to your balcony to look through your telescope. You were speaking a thousand miles a minute.

Heinrey held you by your shoulders and asked what was going on. You spouted on about “Daytime Y/N” and how they needed help. He was so freaking concerned. Does he need to call the royal physician to inspect you?

Lady Krista acts like she is friendly towards you, but she’s only doing it because she wants Heinrey to look at her in a positive light. She doesn’t truly care about whatever happens to you, as long as you don’t get too close to the Prince.

Kosair

He decided to surprise you. You both have been great friends (oh, how he wished you were more than just that) for a long time, but since he’s been traveling he hasn’t been able to see you at all. It was supposed to be a happy moment.

However, when he got Navier’s letter that you hadn’t slept in a while, he was concerned. Didn’t you know that wasn’t healthy, love? He wrote back saying that he would be there earlier than expected, and he set out immediately towards his younger sister’s palace.

He made it to your tower and saw that you were just walking around aimlessly. He ran up the stairs and intercepted you before you had a chance to fall down. He turned you around and pushed you back into your room.

Before he was able to push you into bed, you dodged his hands and ran around your room to tidy it up a bit. Then you grabbed a few papers that Kosair guessed you were working on before rushing out to the balcony with your telescope.

He went out with you, and you gasped upon looking at the stars. They never failed to amaze you, be it Daytime Y/N or Night-time Y/N. Kosair had to admit that this was why he fell head over heels for you. You never failed to make him just as excited about the great balls of gas in the night.

You handed him the telescope before jotting down some notes. You were muttering something about how this would help “Daytime Y/N” tremendously. Mans was so freaking concerned and confused, and you were too just a few hours later.

#remarried empress x reader #remarried empress #the remarried empress x reader #the remarried empress #empress navier #navier trovi #navier x reader #navier #heinrey x reader #heinrey #kosair x reader #kosair trovi #kosair

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lino-jagiyaa · 1 year

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Stargazing

song rec : stargazing - the neighborhood

A/n: I know @selene-inthesky requested a maknae ver of late night drives with them, but I had this one already planned since I couldn’t think of any scenarios of the maknaes driving. 😭 Sorry about that, but I hope you like this one!

Genre: fluff, soft hours, established relationship, best friend au, boyfriend au, non-idol au, Idol au | Pairing: skz maknae line x reader

Hyung line | Maknae line

JISUNG

He had just go home from a long day at the studio and wanted to do something relaxing with his favorite person.

Taking his shoes off at the door and dropping his keys on the kitchen counter, you greeted him.

“Hey babe. How was work?” You grinned softly

“Boring. But how was your day, hmm?”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I pretty much just lounged all day after work.

He hummed in response

“Ji? How about we spend some time together since it’s not too late?” You say, trying to brighten the mood.

“Of course, baby. What do you have in mind?”

“The sky looks really pretty tonight. Do you wanna grab some snacks and go look at it together?”

“Sounds good. You go grab a blanket and I’ll grab the snacks.” Jisung laughed.

You hurriedly made your way to your shared bedroom with a smile.

FELIX

The two of you had been cooped up in your shared apartment all day, binging your favorite dramas and playing video games when Felix suddenly said “babe, how about we take a break from the game and go sit outside? The moon looks so pretty tonight.” Putting down your controller, you looked at him and nodded.

The two of you grabbed a few blankets and some drinks and settled down on the lawn. Talking about random things. What his friends were up to, your friends, work. It didn’t matter as long as you were together.

SEUNGMIN

Seungmin had just came home from the convenience store when he saw you out on the balcony accompanied by your blanket and telescope. “Hey, babe. what are you up to?” “Oh when I was waiting for you to come back I saw a article about a meteor shower tonight and wanted to see it” you smiled. “Oh okay! I got your snacks and some sodas so let me just change into something comfy and get settled with you.”

The two of you sat there for what seemed like hours snuggled together, taking turns watching the sky and pointing out everything you saw. “Stargazing was a good idea” seungmin said. “And why is that?” you laughed. “Because I can just sit here with you under the stars, of course.” he smiled back, snuggling into the crook of your neck. At this moment you couldn’t think of anything more perfect.

JEONGIN

You and Jeongin decided to go on a walk through the park after grabbing some takeout and the weather was damn near perfect.

“honey, look!” he said pointing to the sky above you. “Oh my god is that a shooting star?” “I think so! We should find a spot to watch it while we eat.” “Sounds good. We should take some pics of it too.” you suggest.

So the two of you did just that. along with taking cute candids of each other to post on on instagram. Knowing Jeongin, he just had to post at least 7 of them. But that’s what you loved about him. Wanting to show everyone the world through his eyes and share off his favorite things. One of those being you.

Hi everyone! So sorry it took me so long to finish this half of the imagine. I hope it isn’t too awful 😭 It’s taken me so long since i wasn’t really sure what to write for a few of the members.

If you did enjoy this, pls remember to leave a like & reblog! comments are appreciated as well, I’d love to see your feedback and or opinions!!

#stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids x gender neutral reader #skz headcanons #jisung skz #han jisung #lee felix fluff #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

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t00turnttrauma · 1 year

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sincerely yours

Part Three: A Royal Engagement

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: mentions of narcotic abuse

It had been a few weeks since Valerie accepted Josh’s proposal. You continued working on the garden, using it to avoid everything happening in the palace. Now, instead of using the speaker, you switched to earbuds. They still helped you pass the time but they kept you guarded from the world. Josh tried to strike up conversation a few times but he’d quickly noticed that you weren’t listening. The apology played in your head. No one would accept you as Queen consort, and that stung the most.

“Rise and shine princess!” Sam shouted, ripping the sheets from Jake’s bed. He should have been shocked when he found his bed empty. The youngest prince was far too used to finding an empty room so early in the morning. Jake often went missing for the night, sometimes for days.

He sighed, beginning to kick the laundry strewn around the room towards the bathroom. After the heirs reached 15, respectively, the housekeepers were only allowed to do the heavy cleaning once a week. Smaller tasks like collecting laundry and making the bed daily was the responsibility of the prince or princess. Sam was about to open the bathroom door to toss the old jeans and button ups into the hamper, but he was beaten by his older brother who used his free hand to towel his hair.

“Oh,” Sam said softly, shocked that his brother was awake at the ass crack of dawn. “Breakfast will be ready soon.”

Jake nodded, walking past his brother and to his dresser. “Thanks.”

Still just as confused and shocked at how calm he is, Sam finished his task, nearly slipping on the puddle of water Jake left on the floor. “How have you been?”

Jake shrugged, rolling a stick of deodorant beneath his arms. “Fine.”

“Are one word answers your thing now?”

“Yes.” Jake gave a cheeky smile, grabbing clothes from his wardrobe. “Now get out before I drop my towel, snot bucket.”

Feeling a twinge of normalcy, Sam couldn’t help but smile at the insult. “There’s the brother I know and lo- I’ll make sure to save you a blueberry scone.”

Jake flipped the lock to his room. Josh visited him the night before. Jake was lying on his bed, trying to fall asleep but the thumping from Sam’s room made it difficult. Josh walked in, turning his light on harshly.

“Jake, wake up.”

“Do you think I can sleep with the lovebirds next door?” Jake snipped, sitting up in his bed. Sam and Daniel had been an echo of giggles and praises all night.

Josh chuckled. “Yeah, they made up.”

“I gathered that.”

“You need to grow up. All of this partying bullshit is ridiculous. Do you really think you’re going to get anywhere?” The serious edge in Josh’s tone were his years upon years of teachings coming through.

“Where else is there to go, Joshua?”

“That’s the point, Jacob. You have all of it and you can’t smile for a few pictures and show up to places that we ask you to?” Josh placed a hand on his hip. This is not how he expected this night to go.

“Like some trained dog?” Jake scoffed. “This is exactly why I challenge the system. I can’t drink without a camera in my face. I can’t sit on the balcony without some creep with a telescope hanging from a tree waiting for me to screw-“

“The system? That system is our mother who does everything in her power to keep your name out of the mud. The same woman who cries when she sees you coming home drunk!” The future king sighed deeply. “I don’t want to fight anymore. I just came to ask you a favor.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Yell at me and then ask for a fav-“

“Help me out here,” Josh pleaded. “This engagement is the biggest thing to happen in years. I just need you by my side to… put out a good image and at least make it seem like we’re on good terms.”

Jake clenched his jaw. “You have my word, brother.”

You dug through the grass, ripping up the stubborn weeds. The garden was proving more difficult as the project developed. The strong voice of Patsy Cline floats through the speakers, giving you a calming ambiance. She sang of heartbreak and missing out on relationships. While she wasn’t your favorite, the lyrics hit hard today. You sang along, hoping to get your mind off of the summer sun beating down on your back.

“If you love me half as much as I love you/ You wouldn’t worry me half as much as you do,” you sang, “You’re nice to me when there’s no one else around/ You only build me up to let me down.”

You sat back, grabbing the bucket of yard waste. The latest letter had you feeling more angry than heartbroken.

Y/N,

I have it all, Y/N. My home is my hidden treasure chest. There's grand pianos and everything I could ever ask for. Acres upon acres of land that we plant flowers and place statues of our history and hold celebrations. I know that you will never be queen if you and I decide to marry. But for you, I'd leave it all. My family fear that I'll lose so much if I take your hand but, for you, I'd leave it all.

Sincerely yours, PJ

The idea that Josh wrote you these letters, but continued to make the next steps with Valerie made you feel sick. While you worked on the garden, Valerie was inside taking lessons on courtesy and manners. Etiquette lessons are the foundation of any royal family. Despite not being in the family, you had your own lessons. You spent ages learning the different types of forks and how to eat without your back leaving contact with the chair.

The media storm started the moment the official announcement was made. It was the first marriage between senior members of the family since the King and Queen. Josh underestimated the insanity that would surround his news, completely overwhelmed with the crowds and constant requests for interviews. Every news outlet wanted to have the first interview. Valerie’s social media pages saw a jump in following before they were taken down. Custom to big announcements, like the birth of a child or engagement, there were photo ops and walkabouts and interviews given to create a bridge between the royals and the people and to give them time to warm up to the new addition. The family had been out of the house for most of the week, greeting the hordes of people who gathered outside of the home to see them.

“Y/N, get dressed,” Sam said, catching you in the hall. You started taking breaks from gardening in the middle of the day when the sun was the strongest. “Shower and then meet us on the balcony on the east wing. There’s no rush. There will be cameras.”

You did as told, finding a dress laid out on your bed when you came out of the shower. After quickly blow drying your hair, you met the family in the east wing of the palace. You looked around for a letter, wondering if the dress meant something. After drying your hair as fast as you could, you found the right shoes and rushed to the east end.

The Queen adjusted her son’s clothes, smiling widely at Valerie. “This is it. The tabloids know and the entire world is waiting to see you two, Josh, Valerie, as a couple.” She motioned for Sam. “Sam, Daniel, you’ll step up first. Hopefully the media will get a clue.”

Veronica stepped forward. “Then me.”

Jake nodded. “I’m next. With Y/N?”

The Queen looked around, her eyes landing on you. “Actually, Y/N. I was going to pair you with Jake, but that may send the wrong message. Would you feel comfortable going alone?” You nodded. “Good, then Josh and Val and then Kelly and I. Y/N goes last and you’ll stand wherever you find room.”

Edward jumped in. “It’s time, your majesty.”

Sam and Danny stepped out first, the crowd exploding into cheers at seeing the youngest prince with what the media calls his doting best friend and not long term boyfriend. Ronnie went next, waving lightly before stepping to the side. The camera flashes weren’t as blinding in the day. Jake went next, sunglasses on his nose and smiling. The crowd somehow became louder. A drone whirred in the air, capturing photos from up close. Josh offered Valerie his arm as the king and queen stepped out. They went last, standing front and center. The family posed, waving at their country and the global news companies. You stood in the back, a little shell shocked at the gaggle of screaming fans. Finally pushed to stand on the balcony, you waved down at the crowd.

Sam pulled you towards him, having you stand closer. “Just a few more minutes,” he mumbled. “Media circus at its finest.”

Lunch was served in the main hosting room, housing everyone who had come. Valerie’s family arrived, meeting the royals. You listened from the sidelines, much more interested in the greenhouse that had been built in one of the more private parts of the grounds. It was fairly new, the panes almost clear and clean. You wanted to ask Josh if it was due to his new interest but he seemed more occupied with his fiancee. She beamed at everyone in the room, almost making you feel uneasy.

Eventually, the siblings began to disappear, allowing you to slip out unannounced. You returned to your room, finding another letter on your bed with a yellow carnation laid on top of it. Checking your book, you found its meaning. Rejection. Part of you wanted to toss the entire letter and completely forget about it. Instead, you opened it, figuring that no harm would come from it.

Dearest Y/N,

I’ve given it a bit of thought and I have come to the conclusion that I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what I’ve become and afraid that someone may take my place. It sounds ridiculous, but my friends lie to me. They tell me I’m fine and that I’ll get through it, but I’m afraid I never will. Those who are honest with me tell me I’m too mean, too serious. It makes me want to scream. When I wake up, I’m terrified that I will look at myself in the mirror and I won’t recognize myself. I have many regrets, like ruining the relationship with my brother that I fear is far beyond repair. All I want is control of my life and bringing you into it would help me feel like I’m normal. Y/N, you help me remember what it’s like to enjoy the sun and forget about the silver spoons and crowns and designer suits. You make me feel human.

Sincerely, PJ

Your heart melted once again. Josh’s words made so much sense. He wasn’t in love with you, but he rather saw an exit to the royal family. You began to panic. Wedding plans are starting, and here was Josh, afraid of following his own path in fear of being shunned. The question came just as fast: is he thinking of abdicating the throne? And is it my fault?

You tiptoed around the family all day. Wearing your heart on your sleeve, you could never keep a secret for long. You avoided Sam. He’d figure you out in a heartbeat. By the time everyone left the palace, it was far too late to continue working on the garden. You counted the days for the Jubilee, finding that you were over halfway there from when you started. The idea of having to rush the rest of the project brought a sigh to your lips. Everything was going too fast.

You stared at your plans in the drawing room. The vision came together almost perfectly. All of the materials were there. If you worked through the day, even the hottest part, you’d finish it on time.

“Excuse me.” Valerie tentatively stepped into the room. She curtsied. “Hi, Y/N.”

You smiled at her. “Valerie, hi. Also, I don’t know if anyone told you, I’m just a friend of the family. You don’t have to curtsy.”

She cocked her head to one side. “Sam said-”

A laugh escaped your lips as you led her to the chairs in the corner. “Please. I don’t even know what- what did he tell you?”

Her face burned red beneath the makeup she’d been taught how to apply recently. “He told me that your parents died in the war and that they found you cowering in a cardboard box and you’re essentially a secret child.”

In an attempt to make her feel better, you rolled your eyes. “Of course he did,” you sighed. “The lake over on the other end of the palace grounds, that’s where my family lives. My parents are often gone for different events so I spend my time here.”

Valerie finally found the situation funny and began to laugh. “That makes so much more sense.”

The conversation fell into a lull. You considered making an excuse that you had work to do. Sitting beside her, you could feel the kind energy radiating off of her. She smiled, though her eyes looked worried. You decided to bite the bullet and ask her, “is there something bothering you, Valerie?”

“The media,” she said, a southern twang poking through, “they followed me around the shops today.”

“As future queen, you’re going to have to get used to it,” you said. “Just ignore them. Don’t interact with them. Just go about your normal business. Once your security detail is solid, they’ll protect you.”

“Should I keep it going?” Valerie asked. “With Josh, I mean. This is a big change. I’m used to being a big name, but this is so much more than I expected.”

You took a deep breath. This is your moment. Come clean about the letters. Tell her that Josh has been sending you love notes. Instead, you took her hand into yours. “I think that’s a decision you have to make for yourself. Josh would have never proposed if he didn’t think that you could handle it.”

You stopped. You finally had a chance to really look at the future duchess, future Queen Consort. She looked desperate and tired up close. Just an hour ago she’d been smiling for the cameras and clinging onto Josh but now she looked frazzled. You were met with a choice that would dictate both of their lives. Your answer would either ruin them or make them stronger.

“Do you love him?” You asked, leading her over to the chairs. The cameras outside flashed at the stirring of the tulle curtain.

She looked nervous at the commotion outside, picking at the wood on the chair. “I do, Y/N. So much.”

“Then I suggest you have a talk with him about the media. Remind him how you feel, give him some insight into that brain of yours.”

A door slam in the middle of the night jolted you awake. Shuffling in the hallway kept you from going back to sleep. You opened your door. Sam sat on one of the benches, his head in his hands. “What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting beside him. “I heard a door slam.”

He looked up, meeting your eyes in the moonlight. “I think it was the wind. Danny had the window open.”

“Another argument?”

Sam shook his head. “No.” He sighed. “Let’s just go to bed.”

You wandered through the palace. The silent palace reminded you of what it was like before everyone grew up.

“We can take a break,” Karen said, seeing the tired look in her son’s eyes. “That’s all for today.”

Josh nodded. He hugged his mother before leaving the room. He had about fifteen minutes before his foreign language lesson and after that he had tennis with his trainer. His days were spent inside the palace walls, learning rule after rule and old tidbits of history. Josh had to have this information drilled into his head to prepare him for his future. He followed the shouts and laughs echoing from the foyer. He looked over the balcony, seeing his brothers and their friends playing a round of indoor floor hockey.

“Josh!” Sam shouted, lifting his goggles. “Come play!”

Josh looked at the game that paused. Jake lifted his goggles, tapping the hockey stick on the ground. “You can take my spot. I need a water break anyway.”

You scoffed. “Wimp!” You laughed, tossing Jake a water bottle from the nearby table. He glared playfully at you before beckoning for his brother.

Josh thought about it. He could be pummeled by his siblings or he could run to his room for his workbooks. “Helmet,” he said, running down to the bottom of the stairs. Jake kicked off his roller skates, swapping them with Josh’s loafers. Once he was appropriately protected, he took his position.

You removed your mouth guard, learning the hard way that Sam was a pusher. “You’re on my team. Get the puck past Dan and between the tables.”

Josh nodded, spotting two end tables that were set up at the end of the hallway. He barely moved his goggles over his eyes before Sam barreled into him. He fell to the ground with a grunt. Upon shouts from you, he scrambled to his feet, using his stick to balance himself. He spotted the puck being tossed between you and Sam.

“Just accept it,” Sam said, blocking your stick from the disc. “You’re going to lose.”

Using the moment he was distracted, Josh swooped in. Jake cheered him on as he raced through the foyer. Josh took the panicked look on Danny’s face as a sign that he was still distracted enough. He took his shot, pulling his stick as far back as he could for a legal hit.

“Joshua!” The Queen called as the puck zoomed past Danny. The sound of the vase shattering brought the room to a halt.

Sam kicked off his gear, throwing as much as he could beneath the stairs. Jake disappeared just as fast, yanking you with him. Josh swallowed as he looked up at his mother. She frowned deeply as his Portuguese tutor stood behind her. Without saying a word, Josh tossed the stick to the side and took his goggles off. An apology ran through his mind as he trudged up the stairs.

“I’m so-“

“We’ll discuss this later. It’s time for your Portuguese lesson.”

Josh hung his head as he walked to the makeshift classroom. Veronica was already scribbling in her workbook. He shuffled behind the desk, opening to the next page.

The discussion he had with his parents after his daily lessons was one he’d never forget. He argued that his lessons were pointless, that Danny didn’t have to learn how to bow to the kings of Africa or be forced to play with the next generation of monarchs. At 15 years old, he was made to understand his purpose in life. He understood that as he grew older, his responsibilities would be taking care of his people. His mother sighed, knowing exactly how he felt. She’s been in his shoes when she was his age. She’d been caught arguing with a princess from another country over her dolls. Queen Karen held Josh’s hand. She explained that his poise and behavior and welcoming of new cultures could make or break their small kingdom. He seemingly matured overnight, shutting himself away from his rowdy brothers. Josh pulled all of his focus to his studies. He dedicated himself to his country, learning everything he could. He read book after book, annotating the margins and bookmarking the topics he found most interesting. He learned to block out the pillow fights and thumping of different games. Josh found himself far too immersed in the real world to remember himself.

Unable to sleep after Sam retreated to his own room, you took a stroll around the grounds. All sleep had been pulled from your body though you were still more than tired. The toll of gardening for weeks on end had taken its place as a dull ache in your lower back and peeling skin on your shoulders. You decided to see what the garden looked like in the night. Most of the flower beds had been situated and were ready for plants. The fountain finally had its pipes fixed and the benches were put back. You nearly jumped at the sight of a body sitting on the bench. Stepping closer, you recognized the mop of curls and pajamas.

“Josh,” you said, making your presence known.

He turned to look at you. “Y/N. How are you?”

“Fine. You?”

He sighed heavily. “Am I doing the right thing?” He stared out into the garden. “I mean I know marrying Val is what I want, but am I fit to be king?”

You furrowed your brow, attempting to get a better look at his face. He shook his head and looked down. “The monarchs often retire when their oldest turns 25 and are often crowned around their birthday. I’m almost 27.”

“Why don’t we take a seat?” You asked softly, leading him to the lawn chairs set on the balcony. “Where is this coming from?”

Josh wiped his cheek. “How can I keep my country together when I can’t even keep my family together?” He sniffed, tears falling freely. “Jake refuses to come out of his room anymore. Sam and Daniel are fighting because of the choice I made to propose. Veronica has been caught in the crossfire.”

You stayed silent. Josh always seemed put together.

“I can’t do this, Y/N. I was fitted for the crown this morning and it’s so heavy. When they said that it’s a big responsibility, they’re right. Not only do I have to keep this house together, I have to keep the country alive.” He pulled his sleeves over his hands, pressing them into his eyes. “It’s so much.”

“Take a deep breath, Josh.” You rubbed his back. “Take it one step at a time.”

“How? Everything is getting thrown my way.” He looked at you. “Can you just hold me for a moment?”

You leaned closer, pulling the future king into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you, crying freely into your shoulder. Unsure of how to comfort him, you stayed quiet. The realization of choosing between different shades of navy blue and arranging a seating chart is the easiest decision he’s going to make, which he can barely even make. All of it began to weigh on him heavily. Despite having Valerie by his side, he couldn’t bring himself to burden her. You’d been part of it since before, hearing conversations that you probably shouldn’t have. There was an understanding between you and Josh.

He pulled away after what felt like an eternity. He dried his tears and took a deep breath. Using his media training, he turned off the tap that controlled his tears and did his best to pat away the redness. “I should go say goodnight to my mother if she’s not asleep.”

Josh didn’t mention his breakdown at breakfast. In fact, he seemed happier. He smiled brightly, patting Sam’s head as he walked by and squeezing Danny’s shoulder. He greeted his fiance with a peck to the cheek before taking his usual spot at the table. You swallowed your pride, asking for extra hands to lay the bricks and fixing the flower beds. You could have done it alone, but not with the deadline nearing. The Queen granted your request and there was a team of people two days later. They helped you, beginning much earlier than you did in the morning.

You still did your work quietly, offering tips and gentle direction to your helpers. It felt like second nature by now, the vision you had coming to live. It wasn’t until Valerie finished her homework for the day, joining you in the garden, that you finally felt a connection to her.

“You don’t have to,” you said as she scooped a hefty amount of fertilizing dirt into a bucket, mimicking your movements.

She waved you off. “I’m sick of those lessons. I want to get my hands dirty and just… spend time with you.”

You smiled at her. The two of you worked quietly, patting down the fertilizer around the bushes you planted a few days prior. The mulch cut into your knees, keeping your focus from the burning of the sun on your clothed back.

“So your family owns a chain of grocery stores?” You asked, trying to make conversation with the tidbits you’d picked up here and there.

She nodded. “My grandfather started them.” She wiped the bridge off her nose. “Our farm has dairy cows and the local stores never agreed on a price, so he set up his own store.”

You chuckled. “That is the greatest origin story I’ve ever heard.”

Valerie filled you in on her family. They’re coming in the next few weeks to officially meet the family. They’d already met Josh over the course of their relationship. She spoke highly of her siblings who all went into agriculture or veterinary medicine. You listened intently, warming up to her presence. Another comfortable silence fell, cushioned by the other employees placing the bricks on the other side of the hedge and another crew cleaning up the last of the brick wall that had been knocked down with The Queen’s permission.

“Did something- what- I don’t know how to say this. What is up with Jake?” Valerie looked at you. “I wasn’t sure who else to ask and I think you’re the least likely to bullshit me.”

You sighed. “I really don’t know.” The reality of Jake’s gradual slip into whoever he is now hit. You’d never truly paid attention. He was just your best friend’s older brother. “Jake’s a good guy, just on a separate track.”

Valerie nodded. “I just haven’t seen much of him even though he’s here and he seems like a sore subject.”

You shrugged, looking at her and dusting the dirt from your hands. “They love him and like I said, I don’t know why he’s doing what he’s doing and even if it’s true. All I know is that they don’t know how to show their support without supporting his habits.” She hummed, quietly asking you to explain more. You scooted closer. The palace always had listening ears and people itching to spill secrets to the press for a hefty check. “Jake’s mixed into some stuff. We, meaning Sam and I, used to hang out with him a lot. I don’t really know when but one day he just… stopped coming along.”

It was weird when it unfolded and it was even weirder looking back. For four years before you left for university, you spent most of your time at the palace. After Sam’s morning lessons and lunch, you’d walk over and see what trouble you could get into. Usually the trouble involved some kind of relay race or physical game when Danny made it to the palace. Jake usually came out of his room when he heard the commotion that came from the three of you.

You always thought fondly of Jake. He was always your partner in the games, but you never knew him on a personal level. He excelled at marble floor hockey and often carried your team in the swimming relays. It felt like he’d just stopped hanging out overnight. Sam never really answered why, just muttering that he must have grown up before pulling you into another activity. Eventually the roughhousing turned into trashy reality tv watch parties and sleepovers where you’d take up the guest room. Rumors fly and the tabloids pick up every little noise happening in the palace walls. While Sam hated the assumption, he liked the idea that the public only assumed he and Daniel are friends, not a couple that has been together for years.

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acemapleeh · 1 year

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Alfred Home Headcanons

We see Alfred with quite a few houses throughout the series so I think it’s fair to say the man gets around and lives all across the country. It was difficult pinning down just a few for this post and even more so for the photos to go alongside it.

I’m going to be narrowing things down to regions of the United States but I think this man has at least one home in every state. We’ll be here a lifetime if I had to describe his home in Ohio vs Indiana.

We’ll start with New England.

His oldest homes are located here, the most noteworthy is his white colonial home in Massachusetts just outside of Boston overlooking the bay. This is the one he was raised in for a large part of his youth under Arthur’s care and tutorage. Think of the house that we see in the episode of America’s Storage Room Cleaning with the wrap-around porch and expansive garden. It’s an honestly massive home for just one person to be living in. During the mid to late 1800′s when people like Lovino, Tolys, and Morgan came to work in the United States, this was the main residence that Alfred lived with them in. Finally felt a little less lonely.

I think Cape Cod or Georgian is the best fit for the style of house in this region, like, to be more specific.

Traditional accents rather than it being the main focus.

Similarly to Arthur's dust-covered archive of an estate, this is where Alfred stores a lot of his things from the days of old. Unlike his father, he doesn't put much out on display. A couple pieces of memorabilia here and there but for the most part, he's got it in a box shoved in a corner of a room he hasn't opened in half a century.

What once was Sir Lord Kirkland's bedroom when staying in the colonies, has the largest upstairs balcony that looks over the garden and on clear days, out to the harbor. A telescope perched on the railing always on the lookout for father's return home.

I think something of old he does have out on display is a massive quilt he has up and framed in the living room. It's something that took him ages to finish back in the 19th century and the fabric is far too fragile for him to use it practically anymore.

For New York, he lives in a high-rise apartment in Manhattan. Big, open floor plan, and lots of large windows, and it's perfect for entertaining guests. This is his most modern and luxurious residence. Beautiful view of the city and Central Park. Think of the apartment that we see in Hetalia of the Living Dead.

Back in the 20s he 100% had one of those big Gatsby mansions out in the Hamptons and threw parties all of the time but got rid of it all towards the latter half of the decade. Think of the ridiculousness of Mansion Party by Ninja Sex Party

The last one for this area will be the brick row house in West Philadelphia. This is likely his second oldest home and where he spent a lot of his time during the Revolution. This is where he feels like where he was really born as a nation so he has a lot of deep ties here.

I want to give him an attic bedroom with a desk by the window that can see the steeple of Christ Church near the Delaware River. The same desk he's written pamphlets for the Revolution, letters to his brother, and for even a time, a typewriter when he was feeling a resurgence of literature and poetry in the early 20th century is still there.

I don't which state exactly has that beautiful blue suburban with the big pool. Somewhere there's not a lot of snow year-round and gets those hot summers where all you want to do is submerge yourself in water. Somewhere in the South, I'm thinking either one of the Carolinas or Georgia.

He feels like the type of person to have ranches all across the central US. Most of the year he has other people working on them to take care of the animals.

The one he frequents the most is the working cattle ranch in Arizona.

Time capsule midcentury house out in the Midwest. I want to say somewhere in the Chicago area. I want to put it in Southern California where this style of house first started to get popular but going to give some love to other parts of the country.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, a sunk-in living room pit, short staircases connecting rooms throughout the house, partial brick walls, fireplaces centered in rooms, and several doors and windows to access the outdoor living space.

If you've been on my blog for a while then you might have noticed I love making Alfred a California Beach Boy. I can give him so many houses in just this state alone but I'll keep it short and sweet.

His bum-out beach cottage is located in Santa Monica and he's been located there since the 1890s. The house itself has been remodeled and updated several times over the past century. The materials he uses for the house as well as the layout stay fairly consistent, with lots of natural, light wood and open space to allow in lots of sunlight and central airflow. It's also a small space; you open that front door and right away you can already see the living room, kitchen, dining room, and out to the ocean out back. The entryway is the house.

It's almost purposely made so you can see the wear on the floors and furniture. If he drops a surfboard on the floor and there's some damage left behind, he'll leave it there. You can see the wood frames have been handmade and have some flaws and mistakes if you run a hand over them.

It's also very analog with most of the tech in the house dating to maybe the mid-90s at the latest: VHS and record player, rotary phone, etc. No AC either but he does have a great internet connection.

If I cannot fulfill my lifelong dream of having a colorfully painted Victorian house in San Francisco then Alfred can have one. I think he spent a lot of time in the 80s in the Bay Area and this old house was just a constant project of fixing up and refurbishing.

Okay, the last one I'll talk about for the time being will be his house up in Washington State.

I just really love Contemporary houses and Alfred had one built for him when they first started gaining popularity in the Pacific Northwest in 1935. Large windows invite the beauty of the region into the house while complementing the natural landscape. The Pacific Northwest features steep, rugged terrain that encourages post and beam architecture.

Tucked away in cozy woods and nestled along a majestic river.

Decor often brings nature indoors using live-edge wooden furniture, stone and wooden accents, and other cozy touches.

I don't see Alfred as being a big log cabin person but incorporate the coziness of one into this house. Place that Twilight filter on and it's his most aesthetic getaway.

#hws america #alfred f jones #aesthetic #headcanons #hetalia #ace creates #dumb little headcanons #alfred jones is the biggest pain in my ass #i loved and hated compiling all these images #i have so many more that weren't used y'all #i was annoyed with arthur's big stupid estate #this fucker has his own stupid expensive homes #long post #i feel like i'm going to have to make a part 2 #and not talk extensively about california

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the-firebird69 · 7 days

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A energia do vovô é muito positiva #shorts

Some other guy shoots me and he's playing Danny DeVito and another guy is doing his character no he's only does it but the guy is trying it's just really is really is an evil mastermind

Mac Daddy

There's a lot of things you want to see and sees two in the house yelling at each other don't use the megaphone don't use it at me and the door slamming and you can hear it all over the neighborhood you have people want to see that stuff and you have money and the telescope goes off the balcony... He says what else can I keep hearing you have to stay here so he's looking at her he says don't stare at me and I guess you can it's working for us that's the only toy in the house she says. He says he's going to put a raceway in and she's laughing at the term and we'll have those little racing go-karts and little racing mini cars and miniature cars and they probably won't fit but okay it's a lot of fun. So we are going to have to figure out what to do about this and we do know what they're saying yeah this is a nightmare he says it's a nightmare the guy next door wants the key to the apartment and it looks like our son wants the key to his house and he says he doesn't want to live in that house it's messy Rusty it's musty he doesn't want to live in that house. And Emily says it's kind of smelly and that's the one from West Palm cuz it's near the beach you just can't get it out of there no matter what you do and he says open it up to the salt Air and she says shut your f****** mouth it's like formaldehyde it really stinks like that she's laughing he says I think you're actually mom and you are a baby it's just a snow I'm Sarah it says that would explain the big ass no why do you have a huge ass. So there's something left without explanation but it's kind of turning kind of funny he's going to have a castle of any kind and people are ridiculous it's like fake money I guess at Christmastime he's going to put money into socks and fire it out into the crowd what kind of dumb things he does now but it is a little ridiculous I don't know what the heck these guys are thinking it's the money center and they want to put him in it to remind them that he has the money okay that's what they're saying and so they keep an eye on it and we know about it and what's a really saying and they'll be like living at the stock market so we have to get ready and we're going to have plenty of time before they do this it's so goddamn slow they might not even ever get him into it it's so f****** horrible here and it's so slow and they're behind on everything and we don't want to pick them up and get them on track they get too excited

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

request | Can I have royalty au (soon to be king bakugou) (and soon to be queen reader) , katsuki and reader are supposed to be getting married (not to eachother) but they end up sneaking around and doing IT with eachother so top!kats , exhibition , begging , dumbification and spanking THANK YOU💞💞

this lovely request was submitted for the kissing booth event (the rest of the drabbles come out soon, ahem :)) so, if this was your request, um...hAHA whoops.

katsuki bakugou | f!reader, royalty!au, infidelity, nondescript!fiancés, angst (gasp), fingering, exhibitionism, dumbification + more! minors dni!

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“C'mon, princess...can I make you feel good once last time?

You're getting married.

No more ignorance is bliss, no more I didn't know any better—this is when you put all your childish antics to the side and fucking woman up, now in charge of the safety of your kingdom and its inhabitants and whatnot. So yes, you must snuff all your adolescent tendencies, and that includes sleeping with the Crowned Prince of the neighboring kingdom behind your fiancé's backs.

But, boys are stubborn. And stupid.

Ding ding ding!

"Excuse me, Everyone!" Your fiancé announces to the crowd in your dining room as he stumbles to his feet, spoon clinking against his glass. He nearly trips, but no one sees except yourself. "I would like to make a toast."

You frown. This wasn't a part of the rehearsal dinner.

"First of all, I would like to thank you all for being able to be with us tonight," he says, shoving the glass higher in the air. As red wine splashes over the rim, you think to remind him that isn't a toast, it's the beginning of a speech, but your comments have rarely deterred the man in the past. "As you’re all aware, this marriage is vital. Not only for our kingdom, but for the neighboring kingdom as well."

Your fiancé regards the Bakugou’s with a lift of his chalice. In the coming weeks, two arranged marriages will melt the four most influential kingdoms into two, and your fiancé and his family had the genius to throw a massive Gala to celebrate it. You wouldn’t be surprised if they got off to the idea of stretching themselves so thin their hair falls out at age thirty; they won’t even allow you to choose the type of dress for your wedding.

"I would also like to thank my lovely, lovely wife, for just being so... lovely.” Your fiancé chuckles, accompanied by an uncomfortable massage to your shoulder. The guests find amusement in how whipped he is as he gazes your way expectantly, conceivably wishing to see you swoon at the compliment. All you give him is a blank face. His elation falters.

"You know, when I first met this woman, I knew she was going to be the love of my life," your fiancé shakes your glare off. You purposely block out the rest of his story in favor of folding and unfolding your napkin again, puffing under your breath at the cheesy comment.

"Sap," you grunt to yourself, obviously. You don't expect anyone to hear, but there's a snort to your right. Your eyes lift from your lap—and straight into Katsuki's smug blood red ones. He winks at you from across the table and your eyes roll at that, though there's a small smile playing on your face that's impossible to hide.

"Isn't that right [Y/N]!...[Y/N]?"

You blink yourself back to life, eyes reluctantly leaving Katuski's hypnotic ones for the pair that make you nauseous, "Oh—u-um, yep!"

The place bursts in laughter and there's even a little smile dancing on Katsuki's face. He catches you staring so your eyes divert to your lap, but his remain a physical force against you for the rest of the night.

*selene — the greek goddess of the moon

The balcony is much nicer than the ballroom.

For one, it's the farthest place you could have gone from the commotion, all the way on the opposite side of the castle. It's a solid five-minute walk when you aren't in heels and a heavy petticoat, but it provides a lovely view of your front yard, subjecting you to watch the early-sleepers leave in their carriages to call it a night. Meanwhile, *Selene watches you from her telescope the moon with a sigh and a sad smile, because she's the only one who knows how completely and utterly alone you will be.

You glare at her—the goddess doesn't waver.

Bitch.

It's no secret that Gala’s like these get overwhelming—especially when you're the center of attention. You see Lord Shinsou (Earl) stuff the eager Lord Kaminari (Baron) into his silver-plated carriage before looking around to ensure no one saw, and blanche upon seeing your figure stood on the balcony. You salute so he knows his secret is safe with you, and relief washes over his face before he too hops into the carriage. What a scandal, you giggle.

Plenty of couples resign home after that; it makes you uneasy. You're unsure as to why, but you have the ever-increasing urge to nip at your fingernails until you don't have them anymore, and jamming the sharpest point of your heel into the concrete seems like the only proper way to release enough kinetic energy before you explode.

"He loves me."

He does, embarrassingly so—so what's the issue?

There isn't an issue; there shouldn't be. He reminds you how pretty you are and you compliment his influence. Neither of you are marrying down. You look good together. The kingdom's future power couple if you will, where you two supposedly mold the great future in your peculiarly young hands. There isn't an issue. You're the one for him, and he's the one for you.

The balcony door whines open. You don't turn around, praying whoever it is will see that it's occupied and turn the other cheek. Yet, the stomp of whoever's boots only grow louder until you’re adjacent to a shadow of a being, his chin lifted towards the stars. You catch a glimpse of blond hair, though dyed a pale white by the silver moon, and you two stand in a strangely comfortable silence, watching carriages roll out of your driveway.

The silence doesn’t last for long, though. It never does.

"D’ya always go disappearing like that?"

You frown. "What?"

"I don't fuckin' know," Katsuki grumbles—he has yet to look at you. Seems like Selene captures more than one person's attention tonight. "Blinked and you were gone."

Your frown only deepens, and you return your attention to the courtyard. "I didn't know you were paying attention."

The ash-blond presses his forearms against the railing for support. "I wasn't. He was."

Oh.

"Said he wants you to come back, so," Katsuki clicks his tongue, carmine red eyes finally flicking your way through the darkness. You don’t dare look at him. “You run off often, or what?"

"Tell him I'll come back in a second," you sigh, balancing your face in your hand. Katsuki says nothing, but he doesn't leave, and you hate that you don't mind.

Until he points towards a couple crossing the lawn and says, "Oi, that's the Duke from my fiancé's kingdom. Fucker tried to poison my dad for the throne—straightened him out real quick.”

"Why are you talking to me?" You snap like a cornered animal. Katsuki lifts an eyebrow.

"What? I can't have a goddamn conversation?"

"I—" your chest rises and falls with a reason to why he can't, but you can only come up with one—and you don't want to think about it.

"Listen. I don't like these things either, alright?" He huffs defensively, so defensively that you have to take a step back. "If I have the opportunity to get some fresh air, I'm gonna fuckin' take it."

You shrug, supposing it makes you one and the same. The wind blows, not harsh, but harsh enough to ruffle your gown, and make the gold jewelry decorating Katsuki's tunic jingle.

“So. I guess this is it, ain’t it?”

You sigh, “Katsuki, you know we—“

"Yeah yeah, that's all you fuckin' say," he growls bitterly, and you blink in a poor attempt to find where the animosity came from. His face twists in an ugly way as he sits his hands on his hips, nose scrunched to mockingly pitch his voice that doesn't sound like yours at all. "We can't, we shouldn't—"

"Because we shouldn't!" You nearly shout, and Katsuki jumps from how quickly you raise your voice. "Because—because if we get caught, we're fucked. And I can't go to sleep terrified that I'll wake up to an exposé tomorrow morning and get beheaded by the afternoon. So...please. Just stop."

Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"You don't love that asshole."

Your throat feels tight—much too tight to be comfortable, and your chest rises and falls with disbelief as you search for the words before you can talk again, eyes never dropping from the stars. You've had this conversation, fuck, you have it too often; often enough to know that he would say those exact words, and enough to know precisely what you'll say in response.

"I love him, Katsuki."

"No, no you fuckin' don't," the ash-blond chucks a laugh and it's nothing short of acrid, his words eating away at your skin more than you'd like them to. You sigh, resting your forearms on the railing too.

"I'm not having this conversation with you."

"Always gotta be so goddamn emotionally unavailable, huh?" He growls, glare set on the mountains presented in front of you. You feel his suit jacket hit your freezing shoulders, unaware of the cool temperatures until you feel the cloth brush against goosebumps. It’s your turn to laugh bitterly.

“Careful. People might think we’re getting married to each other.”

“One day you’ll let me fuckin’ live,” he grunts, and your eyes meet for the first time. His usual red is dyed a deep purple by the moonlight, their usual hardness traded for something much softer. “Can’t even give you a jacket when you’re shivering like a goddamn leaf in the wind.”

You give him a look of utter exhaustion because you’re tired—tired of all this running around and hiding, the secrecy. It eats at your insides like a caterpillar does a leaf, knowing that you go to sleep every night to a man who’ll barely touch you, but at the same time, feeling guilty that you don’t need nor want him to.

“Why are you here?”

Katsuki clicks his tongue. His warm body settles behind yours, close enough to feel the warmth but not close enough to feel him. “You looked lonely.”

“I thought my fiancé told you to get me?” You ask, raising a suspicious eyebrow. Katsuki rolls his eyes, his arms settling on both sides of yours.

“He did. But I didn’t refuse the damn request either.”

“You saw my loneliness all the way from the ballroom. What an eyesight,” you scoff. Katsuki’s eyes narrow, but it’s clear he’s fighting a grin because you’re a little shit who loves giving him a hard time. The ash-blond’s chest rises and falls, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“You know what I mean.”

You snort, tilting your head to the right. You suppose you do.

“And I’m marrying a bitch,” he adds to his list of grievances, his hands finding yours to gently play with your fingers. You nod in agreement. A bitch she is.

“And...I’m really going to fuckin’ miss you.”

It might as well pass for nothing but a breath, eyes trained on your held hands. His chest suspends like he has more to say, but his teeth tear at the inside of his cheek before he can. “I—fuck, I get it, okay? I’m a selfish asshole—“

“This doesn’t have to do wit—“

“And I really, really need to get my fuckin’ priorities straight. I mean, they are, just not in the way they should be.”

“Hey,” you chastise, shaking his hands for his attention. “You can’t control who you love, okay?"

Katsuki grumbles at that but you refuse, turning around to look him in the eyes.

"And neither can I.”

You let go of his hands in favor of pulling him down via his cheeks and giving him a big fat kiss on the lips. It’s peckish and brief, but it’s sweet and gets your point across. It's comfortable.

“The hell was that for?” Katsuki asks once you pull away. Though you see him struggle to hide a grin, eyes squinting more than they should.

“Easy,” you say, stepping forwards (as if there’s any space for that), “You looked lonely.”

Katsuki snorts, dropping his head, “Bastard.”

“And I’m being married off to an asshole,” you lament, pulling his face so close to the point you’re sure the strain on his back has got to be anything but sexy. He accommodates anyways—Katsuki always has; and night seems to suspend along with his baited breath as he waits for the next line, eyes shining with a painful hope you’re about to confirm.

“And I’m really, really going to miss you,” you say, shaking your head at how utterly true that statement is. Fuck.

The vulnerability slowly fades from his eyes at that, and Katsuki hums, clammy hands finding their rightful place around your hips.

“You shouldn’t call him an asshole, you know,” he says, face inching so close you can smell the champagne on his breath. “He means well.”

“I didn’t know you cared,” you quip back, raising an eyebrow. Katsuki shrugs, and you don’t realize he’s backing you up until your back kisses the cool railing.

“Well. I can’t help but feel a little bad,” he says cheekily as he inches closer, “‘Cause I make you feel so good, don’t I, Princess? Last time I checked, better than he ever could.”

You scoff at his audacity though it’s all good-natured, eyes preferring the moon over his heated gaze as he turns you around to face the courtyard.

“Ah, ah,” he tuts, redirecting your attention using a finger on your jaw, “Eyes on me, Princess. You look really fuckin’ pretty under the stars, y’know.”

You snort at the compliment, rolling your eyes.

“‘M serious. A fuckin’ goddess,” he growls, leaving wet kisses up the column of your neck. Your breath hitches as he reaches your sweet spot and sucks, and you’re swatting him away before he can leave a mark.

“I sai—“

“One last time, Princess,” he bargains lowly as his hot hands slide their way from your waist to your breasts, taking their sweet time. Katsuki hooks his chin on your shoulder. “Lemme—Can I make you feel good one last time?”

You’re nodding with a whimper before you can berate yourself for being so fucking easy, the thought of not being able to indulge yourself with this, with him, any longer tosses any and all resistance out the window.

“Good,” Katsuki hums, tweaking your nipples through the bodice. “‘M gonna pay you back for being so good to me, yeah? For puttin' up with all my shit."

You scoff, mouth dropping to tell him you weren't putting up with his shit, but then a warm hand lands on your thigh—somehow, he's found a way under your dress. The hand slides up inner thigh and you feel Katsuki's chest shudder against your back as he finally reaches where you need him most.

"K-Kats—"

"Shhh, you don't want them to hear us, do you?" He grunts, pulling your panties to the side. You shiver from the change in temperature, watching another Duke and Duchess of half-drunkenly stumble into their carriages for the night, before there's a crack of a whip and hooves beat towards the exit. It's only a reminder of how painfully exposed you two are—one glance towards the balcony and any onlooker would know exactly what's happening. You hate it.

You hate that you don't.

"Atta girl," Katsuki purrs, groaning as he inserts a finger. You shiver, the weight of his being practically trapping you against the railing. "Always so fuckin' tight. I swear that asshole never fucks you right."

Katsuki's never been an impatient man and fills you with a second finger awfully fast, chuckling when you bite into the meat of your palm to hold back a whimper. His hips start to grind against the puff of your dress and he groans as quietly as he can, carelessly shoving down the sleeve of his suit jacket to bite into your shoulder.

You let out a broken moan much too loud for this time of night and it prompts Katsuki's free hand to stuff an equal amount of fingers into your mouth. "Y'know, something tells me you wanna get caught. You want the whole world to know how much you fuckin' hate that bastard, huh?"

You choke as Katsuki slides in a third digit next to the second, the slap of his palm against your pussy becoming nothing but obscene as your slick accentuates the sound. His hips speed up against your ass and that's enough friction to have the ash-blond groaning, along with the spit that drips down his forearm.

"So dirty for me, Princess," his hips stutter when you push back, tongue laving over the bite mark you'll probably have to conceal in the morning. Asshole. "You wanna cum like this, don't you? You're gonna cum all over my fingers in front of the entire royal court. Dumb little girl, can't even keep her mouth shut to keep us from gettin' caught."

You jam your heel into the balcony concrete so hard you positive it cracks before you're coming all over Katsuki's fingers, nearly choking on the ones in your mouth as you release the loudest broken moan you have that night. Katsuki's hips stutter against you and you're positive he's filling his boxers from the airy moan that follows, and his hand goes limp in your mouth before it slides out completely.

Your chests balloon in unison, his body draped over yours, and as you two catch your breath under the moonlight, you can’t help but think how much you’re going to miss this.

"Run away with me."

"I—" he does this. He always does this. He makes you feel on top of the world, acting like everything's fine, and then he pulls this shit on you. You look everywhere but him, nearly scoffing in disbelief. "Katsuki—"

"C'mon, Princess," Katsuki scrambles to flip you by the waist until your back is flush against the railing again and he’s cradling both your hands in his semi-damp ones. There’s a look in his eyes you don’t like, and it makes your chest burn. "Across the sea, people are movin’ over there and I—I know someone there, okay? Someone we could stay with, maybe help us get back on our feet an-and I found a fuckin’ ferry guy to take us across, and I can even pay him a little extra, o-or you, or—"

"Katsuki," you give him a sad smile, squeezing his hands tight. There's hope, too much hope in his eyes and it's fucking blinding. "Running away? I—this is—we have an obligation, we can't jus—"

"It'll be fine," he insists, stepping forwards and squeezing you back twice as hard. You sigh."I—the two kingdoms can merge or whatever the fuck they wanna do and then we'll be—"

"Katsuki."

"I—fuck Princess, I don't beg but goddammit, I'll do whatever you fuckin' want, get on my knees, I ca—"

"You really want to know what I want?"

Katsuki freezes. It's the first time you've ever seen some semblance of emotion in him that isn't anger or lust, with carmine red irises swimming in unshed tears—and fuck, you hate the sight. You want to shoot yourself in the fucking foot for what you’re about to do, but it’s for the best. It always is.

"Love her."

Katsuki looks at you, and his face drops, chest shuddering.

"I can't."

You drop his hands in favor of holding his face, thumbing at the hot tears running as they fall. God, Katsuki’s pretty—too pretty for his own good and he doesn’t even know it. His unsteady hands find themselves massaging your ribs and your foreheads knock together. "You need to try. Love her as much as you love me, yeah?"

"'S fuckin' impossible," Katsuki says with a wet snort, shaking his head with eyebrows raised. You giggle, throat impossibly tight.

"Almost, then? For me."

Katsuki’s red eyes stare at you through the darkness. You have half a mind to look the other way, but you figure you owe him this if nothing else, and as he lovingly absorbs your being under the moonlight for the last time, you really wish you could take your words back.

"I'll...fuck. Fine. I'll try." Katsuki resigns with a shrug, shaking his head. You two sniffle in unison and you suppress the strange urge to pinch him. "'M not gonna try to get over you, though. Sorry, not sorry."

You roll your eyes at that but it's all good-natured, followed by a choke you struggle to hide as his arms coil around your waist, "Then I won't either."

A genuine grin spreads across his face, and it’s borderline giddy—and a stark contrast against the waterworks. "She finally fuckin' admits it."

"Figured it was about time," you give him a wobbly smile before your eyes flicker to his, red blurring from being so close. Selene looks upon both of you with a reminiscent sigh.

"I love you, Katsuki Bakugou."

Katsuki sniffs before he laughs; it's wet, and near bitter, and he pulls you so close your face nearly shoves into his chest. "Fuck. Fuck, you're an asshole, you know that?"

"This is when you say it back," you bargain, squishing his cheeks. Katsuki presses his forehead deeper into yours.

"I love you too, Asshole."

He speaks with a softness you've never heard and it's like a gunshot to the heart, and as his lips inch closer to yours as your hands slide to thumb at his ears. One last kiss wouldn't hurt, would it?

Until there's a whistle and the click of footsteps. You and Katsuki jump a mile apart.

"Oh, [Y/N]! You're still out here in the cold?" Your fiancé asks with a raised eyebrow, but it seems like that's only an afterthought as he turns to Katsuki to say, "Your wife’s found the alcohol."

"Great," the ash-blond groans, understanding the translation—your fiancé is piss drunk in the ballroom.

"I do recommend you take her home. She's making quite a mess of the eclairs. And her face."

Katsuki heads inside without giving you a second glance, and your fiancé gives him a solid pat on the way in before turning to you halfway through the doorway, "Are you coming inside, Darling?"

"In a moment," you say with a smile. Your hand never leaves the railing. "Just getting some fresh air."

"Alrighty, then. I'll be in the bedroom. Waiting~" he winks, and with that, he's spinning on his heel, and you're alone with the moon again.

You watch Katsuki guide his inebriated fiancé into the carriage lovingly, with a smile on his face that isn't quite the one he wears with you but close enough, whispering whatever pleases her at the time with a chaste kiss on the cheek. You feel comfort in knowing that he has someone to love and someone to be loved by. He doesn't look your way—not once.

It's not until they drive away that you realize you still have his suit jacket draped over your shoulders. You don't doubt he did that on purpose, either.

Asshole.

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bakugou smut #mha smut #bnha smut

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To the guy in 6c.

Pairing : Lawyer!Sam x Writer!Reader (ish/eventual), Dean

Word count : 4,734

Written for : @samwinchesterbingo

Square : Nudist!Sam’

Beta’d by : @iflostreturntosteverogers

Warnings : Nudity (obviously), friendly rivalry with a stranger, sexual tension with someone you've never actually met, things in the shape of genitalia, joke gifts, Dean is a typical big brother who has a good laugh.

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First meal in your new apartment. It wasn’t much, just some cheap pizza from the place a few blocks down. As you settled on the living room window sill, you took a bite and glanced around your apartment. It was pretty bare bones. Appliances were in and hooked up, but everything else was lacking still. Couch, table and chairs coming the day after tomorrow. And you reminded yourself that you’d need a bed frame eventually, but for now the mattress and box spring on the floor was fine enough.

It was a new start, a fresh start. Just what you needed. Smiling, you looked out the window. You could hear noise from the street below being only 6 floors up. And the view wasn’t that bad. The building across from you was the same height, so you had a decent view of the sky above it. You could probably get a telescope if you wanted for either the window here, or the balcony outside. And then there was the naked guy-

Wait, what?

Directly across from you, you saw a man walk across his living room, ass naked. Tearing your eyes away, you put your attention back on your pizza. He was probably fresh from the shower or something. No one just walks around naked like that, right? You chanced a glance back over and saw nothing, just his empty living room. Yeah, probably just a coincidence.

You took a bite out of your pizza and turned back towards your living room and looked around again.

“Furniture delivery.”

You were sipping on coffee near the window, out of the way, as big strong men moved furniture up your apartment building and into your place. It was early morning and to be honest, you were still pretty tired and were considering a nap once everyone was out. Movement caught your eye, and you glanced out your window.

It was him again, the naked guy in the apartment across from yours. His back was to you right now, and damn it looked strong. You froze, cup half way to your mouth, ignoring the people moving around you as you took the guy in for a moment. He wasn’t simply walking past like last time, he was just standing there, naked, in front of his window. His ass was.. Jesus, that ass. Why didn’t he close his curtains? Did he not have any? Who doesn’t have curtains?

You didn’t. Well, not yet anyways. You were going to have to fix that.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

You turned, and jumped, having not noticed the man come up next to you. He looked from you, to across the street where you had been looking, and you felt unbelievably embarrassed. “I-I was..” how do you even try and explain this? “I wasn’t-”

“I just need you to sign this.” he thrust a clipboard at you, trying to hide the weird look he was giving you. “Last one’s coming up now.”

“Oh, right. Thank you.” you ducked your head, took the clipboard and signed.

“Mhm.” he hummed, tossing a weird look across the street, then back at you before taking the clipboard from you. He flipped up a few pages, ripped off a green slip, and handed it to you. “You have a nice day.” and with that, he walked away shaking his head.

“Yeah… you too..” you mumbled more to yourself than anything. With a sigh, you glanced back across the street to find the window empty. Lifting your mug, you drank, and turned away, thinking about curtains.

Sam stepped out of the elevator with a sigh. It had been a long day at the office and he couldn’t wait to get inside. He was loosening his tie as he made his way up the hall towards his apartment door. He was confused to find a brown box outside his door. He wasn’t expecting any deliveries. Maybe Dean had sent something?

Sam crouched down to pick up the box and frowned at the label on it as he straightened back up. “To the guy in 6C?” he read. Then he looked around. The hall was deserted, and he had no idea how long it had been sitting there. “Huh.”

Pulling out his keys, Sam unlocked his door and headed inside, dropping the box onto his couch and heading for his kitchen for a drink.

Eventually, he was focused on that box again, curious which neighbour had sent it. Maybe 6D had sent him noise canceling headphones. They did have a three week old baby that cried at night, and the poor mother kept apologizing every time she saw him, worried it was interrupting his sleep.

Or maybe it was the guy down in 4B. Sam kept finding himself with containers of baked goods, all because Dean had hopped out of the elevator one visit and followed his nose towards the smell of baked apple pie and made himself a new friend. That was possible. Maybe he’d knocked while Sam was at work and didn’t want someone to grab it before he got home so the guy put it in a box.

Curious, he put his drink down and picked up the box. It was simple enough to pull the tape off and get the box open.

He frowned into the box as he pulled out a small package. “Curtains?” He flipped it over, looking at the back, the colour, the pattern. Then he looked at his couch. “It matches? How the fuck…” he was confused. “Who the hell sent me curtains that match my damn couch…” Then something seemed to hit him. He looked towards his large living room window.

At first, he didn’t see anything unusual. Nothing different from any other day. He moved closer to it, scanning the windows of the building across from him. It couldn’t be some random off the street, he was too high up.

Directly across from him, he saw a shift in the window. Someone adjusting a curtain. Had someone moved in? He could have sworn the place was empty and had been for about a month. The longer he watched the curtain, the more he realized he was sure it was the same colour as the curtain in his hand. Then it pulled back, and he saw her.

She looked content, looking up at her curtains. Then she looked out her window, eyes scanning around until they stopped on him. The look on her face told him everything. She got embarrassed, he could see that even from across the street. He smirked at the way she jerked the curtain shut again. In fact, he laughed.

Explained how she knew what colour to get, she could likely see his couch from there. And her window mirrored his in size, so he didn’t doubt it would fit perfectly.

He glanced at the curtain still packaged neatly in his hand and considered it. He could put it up, in fact, he knew he should. He’d honestly just forgotten to get one for the living room after he moved in. Or, he could tease the girl a little bit. Judging by how she looked at him, she didn’t totally hate the view.

Yeah. Maybe he’d mess with her a bit. Besides, he needed to thank her.

You were on your way up to your apartment, hands full of bags. A bit of food, some new utensils, dish and hand towels, mostly just stuff for your kitchen and bathroom spaces. You’d been in the apartment just over a week now, and it felt liberating having more space for yourself to live and work. It was still a work in progress, but it was coming along nicely.

A soft ding sounded before the doors opened and you stepped out, digging a finger into your pocket to hook your keys and pull them out. As you stepped up to your door, your foot hit something and you glanced down. A package. You did order a few things for your ‘office space’ a couple of days ago, so you thought nothing of it. Once the door was open, you pushed the package in with your foot until you could close the door, then you stepped over it to head deeper inside to put everything down.

Once everything was down, you headed back for the box. Now that you could give it your attention, it looked a little big. You found yourself trying to remember what you ordered, then realized it could just be a bigger box than was needed. “I did order some frames..” you mused to yourself. “Could just be a ton of protection inside..”

You picked up the box and made your way towards your desk space in front of your large open living room window. It was heavy, heavier than any frames would be. What the hell was it? Putting it down to open it, you froze. That wasn’t a shipping sticker on the top, it was a note.

“To the girl in 6A?” oh no. You looked up, looked out across the street. He knew. He knew it was you and he sent something back. Oh god.

Swallowing, you grabbed a pair of scissors and cut through the tape that held the box closed. He wasn’t sending the curtains back, not in this big of a box. He also hadn’t put them up either. Was he mad? Was there something disgusting or dangerous inside this box?

Lifting the flaps, you froze, eyebrows furrowing together as you reached in and pulled out a pair of binoculars and then looked down at the box that boasted a child looking through a telescope. “What the hell..?” You put the binoculars down on your desk, and slowly pulled out the telescope box. A slip of paper fell, and you put the telescope back to pick it up. Unfolding it, you read the neatly written words that made you feel embarrassment like never before.

‘I wanted to thank you for the curtains. They match my living room decor perfectly. Maybe one day I’ll put them up, just for you. I thought maybe you might like these items, since you enjoy the view from your window so much.

Have fun.

The guy in 6C.’

You re-read the note again, and a third time before finally tearing your eyes away from it. You looked at the two items sitting out of place on your desk, then looked across at his window once more and froze again seeing him standing there, a smile on his face and a drink in his hand. Naked as a jaybird. The cup came up in acknowledgment, and his smile grew wider.

A week went past before you finally decided if he was going to poke at that fact that you kept seeing him naked, you were going to poke back. If he wanted to be a smart ass about it, two could play at that game. The deciding factor was the asshole standing in his living room window Sunday morning waving at you when you walked through your house half asleep. You had barely woken up and headed to your kitchen to make coffee, hair a mess, thin straps of your nightgown askew, right nipple almost exposed when a movement caught your eye outside your window and there he was, naked, smiling, waving. “Asshole.” you had muttered, turning around and heading back for your bedroom officially on a mission. Fifteen minutes later, you were grabbing your keys and storming out of the house.

The items spent another week and a half sitting on your desk by the window before you finally got the nerve to actually give it to him. It wasn’t taped up yet, since you kept going back and forth on if you would actually do it or not, note not yet written either. You were supposed to be working, but whatever this was with the naked guy in 6C across the street had you distracted. You couldn’t focus, couldn’t write, you just kept looking at that box or out the window.

It was Thursday, early morning when you saw him. It wasn’t the first time you spotted him in clothes, you’d seen him getting home from work once or twice, but he somehow looked so god damn put together first thing in the morning. While you were a mess and barely functioning, he was in an expensive suit, hair neatly brushed and looking like perfection walking. You hated him. Looking at the box still on your desk, you decided today was the day.

This could go so fucking bad, but if he could dish it out, he’d better be able to take it.

This time when Sam came home to a box by his door, he smiled. He didn’t question it in the least. He’d hoped the girl across the street would answer with something. He had started to worry he scared the poor girl away. He picked up the package, unlocked the door and headed inside. ‘To the guy in 6C’.

He didn’t bother wasting time this time. He couldn’t wait to see what she thought about his last package. He flicked his lights on, dropped his briefcase on the couch and used his keys to cut through the tape before dropping them onto the couch as well. Once he saw what was inside, his lips pulled up into a smile.

There were several pairs of tweezers on top of a white prank box with big bold writing on it, and after he swept those aside, he read the box.

“For the men tired of baggy condoms.” He read with a smile. “Tiny condoms for tiny penises. Won’t slip off even the smallest of penises. Micropecker.com.” Curious if there was anything inside, he lifted it out and gave it a shake. Hearing something, he opened it and found several packs of novelty tiny condoms. His smile only got wider.

Putting the joke box down, he found the note in the brown box with the tweezers and opened it.

'If I need a telescope to enjoy the view, then you must need these. Sorry it took a while to respond, condoms that small aren’t easy to find. This weekend is on me. Enjoy. The girl in 6A.'

Sam’s head went back as he laughed. He had to admit, he hadn’t expected that. Especially not this soon, not with the way she ran off every time he saw her. She was funny. She could take a joke and dish one out right back. That was good. It meant she could handle him, and if it got serious, she could handle Dean and his pranks and antics.

He looked across the way and saw her standing there, watching him, beer in hand which she lifted up to him much like he had done when he sent the telescope and binoculars.

Yeah. He liked this girl.

Two weeks of nothing. You saw him move around his apartment naked, like always. You’d sometimes see him leave or come back, but he never responded, never sent anything. You found yourself disappointed. You could have sworn he had been laughing when he got the package, but maybe you had pushed it too far. Maybe he was already done with this. Maybe he was already bored with you.

So you tried to focus on your writing. You were having a hard time with your book, barely able to focus, nothing felt right. The words weren’t coming and the ones that did were all wrong. You deleted another paragraph and sighed in frustration. Maybe moving here hadn’t been the best idea. Minimizing your writing, you opened up a browser and decided to get to work on an article that was due soon. Articles and blog posts, that was how you made your money. The book sales were doing alright, but you were no JK Rowling, that’s for sure.

Writing wasn’t really what you wanted to be doing on a Saturday afternoon, but if you could get this done today, you could try focusing on your book until at least Wednesday, when your next assignment would be in.

Your fingers were flying across the keyboard when there was a knock on your door. “Just a second!” you called out, finishing up getting the words out before you lost your train of thought. Once you were done you watched the draft autosave, then you minimized your Google Docs window and got up from your desk.

You opened the door and no one was there. The halls were empty, and mostly quiet. Music seemed to be coming from somewhere down the hall, and you could hear the teenager across the hall from you had company while his mom was out. Maybe they were fucking with you.

You were about to go back in when you finally noticed the large brown box at your feet that said ‘To the girl in 6A.’ and a big red ‘FRAGILE’ written across the top. You smiled, picking it up and wondered what was inside.

Once you were back in your apartment, you took the box to your desk in front of the window. You looked down at the street first, wondering if you’d see him dashing back across to his side, but you didn’t, so you focused back on the box, excited to see what he’d gifted you with this time. You cut through the tape with scissors like last time, pulled back the flaps and started digging through the bubble wrap and paper that filled the box to protect whatever was inside.

You found the note first this time. There was a layer each of paper and bubble wrap between his hand written note and whatever he was sending you. He wanted this read first, so you obliged by unfolding it. The gift could wait a bit longer.

‘Thank you so much for the gift. I made sure to put them to great use and had a marvelous weekend. How did you know I needed more? No matter. I noticed you spend a lot of time at the desk in front of your window. It must be a lovely spot to work at. I thought as a thank you, I would gift you something to help decorate your new home. I hope you like it. The guy in 6C.’

“To decorate my home?” you put the note down and peeled away the last layers hiding the item from you. “A lamp? Why does it look like it has an ass?” you were confused as you pulled it out and turned it around. That’s when you noticed it. “No.. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me..” You looked from the lamp, to across the street, and there he was. He was watching you from his window, smiling as he pulled off the plaid button up shirt he was wearing and revealed his bare chest underneath. His hand then came up in a wave and you looked down at the lamp in your hand.

The lamp in the shape of a man with his hands on his hips, and the switch was a tiny penis.

“Asshole.” you mumbled to yourself with a shake of your head and a smirk. You immediately put the lamp down on the corner of your desk and opened up google as you sat. “This means war.”

It was about three weeks of quiet after he delivered the package across the street, when Sam stepped out of the elevator and found his brother waiting by his door. “Dean? What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t a guy visit his baby brother once in a while?”

“Not a baby, Dean.” Sam answered, pulling out his keys. “Just wondering why’d you drive out here on a Friday night. You staying?”

“Thinking about it.” Dean answered as Sam put his key into the lock. “By the way, you’ve got a package.”

“I do?” As he opened the door he glanced back to Dean who was holding a small brown box.

“Yeah. just says ‘To the guy in 6C’. What’s that all about?”

“Smaller than I expected.” Sam was grinning as they stepped into the apartment and it made Dean more confused.

“What’s going on, Sammy?”

“You want a beer?” Sam asked, ignoring his brother's question and headed to his bedroom to drop his stuff and get out of his suit jacket.

“Of course I want a beer.” Dean answered, shutting the door behind him and walking into the living room. “I also want to know what the fuck is in this box. I’m opening it.” Sam didn’t object as he left his room and headed for the kitchen, so Dean ripped off the tape and opened the box.

Sam was opening the beers when he heard his brother bark out a laugh. “Sammy!?”

“Coming.” Sam joined his brother, but when Dean made no move to free his hands to take the beer, Sam put them on the coffee table. Dean was laughing hysterically, probably hadn’t even noticed Sam had joined him yet. “You actually opened my package?”

“Oh Jesus fuck, this is… this is fucking hilarious. What did you send this girl?”

“Why, what did I get back?” He took the note from his brother and read it.

“It’s fucking hilarious.” Dean was laughing.

‘I wanted to thank you for your expert opinion in interior decorating. The lamp you sent me now sits prominently on my work desk, so everyone who enters my apartment may marvel in its splendor. And now that I’ve been graced with a visual representation of it’s true size, I can understand why I’ve never seen a woman at your apartment. It must be hard to pleasure a woman with something so small. Fear not, I have decided to help you. This gift will help you practice so you may grasp the very basics of working a clit. You’re welcome. The girl in 6A.’

When he looked up from the note, Dean was holding up a light switch cover that looked hand crafted into the shape of a vulva. Dean was clutching at his sides as he laughed. “It’s a pussy!” Dean practically screeched through his laughter. “A fucking pussy switch, I’m fucking dying.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh too as he took it from his brother. There was pubic hair painted on the top, the labia stuck out. When his light was on, the switch would be like the clit, and when it was off it would be pointed down towards what would be the vagina opening. He had to admit, it was well crafted. He wondered if you made it or bought it off something like Esty.

“Seriously, Sammy.” Dean was wiping the tears from his eyes. “Who the fuck is 6C and what did you do to the poor girl to get this back? What kind of lamp did you send her?”

Sam looked out the window and smiled when he saw you watching him. “I got her a lamp where the switch is a tiny erect dick.” Dean started laughing all over again.

“Oh man. What’s this girl's name? She new in the building?”

“She doesn’t live in my building, and I don’t know her name.”

Dean’s laughter died and now he was confused until he noticed where he brother was looking. He looked out the window as well, and quickly noticed the girl across the street watching them before ducking away and out of sight in a hurry. “That her?” Sam nodded but didn’t say a word. “So you’re just sending random packages to the girl you don’t know across the street?”

“Yep. All started when she sent me curtains.”

“Curtains?” It took Dean a moment. “You’re still walking around ass naked all the time?”

“It’s my house, Dean.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “How did it go from curtains to this?” he flicked the light switch cover in his brother’s hands.

“I thanked her for the curtains with binoculars and a telescope.” Sam smiled. “And she hit me back hard.”

You didn’t expect him to have company. He never had company. You had been worried when the other person opened the package and not him. The guy seemed to enjoy it, he was laughing pretty hard, but maybe 6C would be embarrassed now and be angry about it.

It wasn’t your fault. How the hell were you supposed to know he’d suddenly have company?

“I went too far, didn’t I?” you groaned, burying your face deeper into your pillow. You’d been hidden away in your room for the past 15 minutes.

Suddenly there was a knock at your door. With a sigh you got out of bed and made your way to the door with a sullen frown. Whoever was at the door, you didn’t really want to deal with them. You were praying you’d open the door and find an amazon box sitting there.

No such luck.

You opened the door to find a pretty good looking guy standing there smiling at you. “Uh.. hi?”

“So you’re 6A, huh?”

Recognition hit. It was the guy. Not the naked guy, but the one who had opened the package and laughed. “Who are you?”

“Dean.” He held out his hand, but when you didn’t shake it, he just pulled it back. “Sammy’s older brother.”

“Sammy?”

“Yeah, well, Samuel, though he prefers Sam.” Dean informed walking past you and into your home uninvited.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know-”

“Sam.” He pointed out your living room window and you looked across and saw naked guy, though not currently naked, standing there with a scowl on his face. “Oh, I think someone is pissed I came to see his girlfriend.” Dean laughed. “Wave to Sammy, sweetheart.” Dean waved and you gave an awkward wave at his insistence. “So what’s your name, 6A?”

“Uh.. Y/N. And I’m not-”

“Not yet.” Dean turned from the window and put his hands in his pocket. “But I think it’s coming. Haven’t seen Sammy smiling like that in a long time.” Your eyes shifted from him to the window again, and the man across the street glaring. “He really did send you a lamp with a dick switch.” Dean laughed again, and when you looked at him, his back was to you and he was flicking your lamp on and off. “You got to admit, he put a lot of effort into teasing someone he doesn’t even know.” Dean turned to you again and leaned his ass on your desk. “You both did from what I saw.”

“Yeah.. I guess we kind of did..”

“Given that you’ve already seen him naked and you’re still doing this back and forth, there’s at least some kind of attraction.”

“He does have a nice ass..” you mumbled under your breath, not expecting him to hear.

Dean’s smile grew wider. “So how about you join him for dinner tonight?” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Dinner? With the naked guy? “I think I’ll be sticking around town for a few days, but I don’t mind making myself scarce for a bit.” he shrugged like it was no big deal. “And I can promise Sammy will stay clothed unless you want the naked chef experience.”

“He’s a chef?” He didn’t look a chef with the way he dressed in the mornings.

Dean laughed. “No, he’s a lawyer, actually. But I did teach him how to cook as a kid. He ain't half bad.”

“A lawyer..” that made sense. He looked like one in those suits.

“So what do you say? Dinner? Sammy cooking for you?”

“I-I guess.. Yeah, okay.”

“Cool.” He smiled, turned and opened the window, motioning across for his brother to do the same. “Get cooking Sammy!” he yelled across. “You got a date tonight!”

Sam’s eyes shot to you, and you gave him another awkward wave from behind his brother. You were nervous. From what you can tell he was hot and he obviously had a sense of humor, given the packages. Now you were finding out he was a lawyer and could cook, too? He was a total catch. And you? You were-

“Relax.” You were pulled from your thoughts to see Dean smiling at you. “You’ve already got his attention. Just be yourself, it’s worked for you this far, right?”

Your eyes shot back to Sam who was now walking away from his window. “Yeah.. I guess it has..”

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crapitskizaru · 3 years

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(Most of) The Worst Generation as famous Youtubers

Warning: long post ahead!

MPV - most popular video

Monkey D. Luff (Mukbang/Daily Vlogger)

1,5 mln subscribers

vlogs about everything, most of the time captures only his face with the shaky front camera phone

always has some of his friends in the videos - whether they consent to it or not

as soon as Luffy started hitting bigger numbers, Nami got involved

- “Oi, Luffy, do you know how much money you could make on this?!”

she’s both fascinated and deeply terrified as to how Luffy even got that many subscribers in the first place - most of the videos consisted of a shaking view of Luffy’s nostrils and his loud voice reporting every little thing he does at the moment, as well as teasing all of his friends

after countless arguments, Nami settles for adding ads only at the start and the end of the video (as opposed to slapping them every 2 minutes)

merely enjoying a random video he found is enough for Luffy to try and make a collab with the youtuber behind said video - thanks to that, his channel is filled with various topics and lots of unrelated communities

his most popular collab so far is with Kid - where they go to a haunted house together

MPV: WE GOT KICKED OUT OF A PRIVATE ISLAND DAILY VLOG S.30 EP. 996

Roronoa Zoro (Health and Fitness)

320k subscribers

most of his videos are shot from an identical angle - he sets up his camera in the same spot every time and starts working out

once a month he throws in a recipe for protein powders he uses (it’s actually Chopper’s recipe)

Zoro despises one particular video on his channel that surprisingly went viral and earned him a lot of new subscribers - when Luffy made a compilation of Zoro sleeping in various spots around Sunny, not waking up even during extreme weather conditions (title: SWORDSMAN SLEEPS THROUGH A HURRICANE - FUNNY VIDEO MUST WATCH)

MPV: weekly vlog 18,000 rep squats bench workout bicep curls

Trafalgar the Bastard (Study Vlog/Conspiracy Theories)

500k subcribers

a rather diverse channel - at first his videos only consisted of him studying at his favorite study spot, but as soon as he began to be more popular, he decided to add some of his own conspiracy theories reviews, as well as vlogs from where he simply wanders around the city

more often that not, his videos involve Bepo, Shachi and Penguin - not that it’s Law’s choice to involve them. Usually they just steal his camera and zoom in on him when they’re on a camping trip in a forest; they title the video as “lonely man wanders around in the woods - he attacks us at the end!”

at the beginning, Law asked Shachi to be his editor, but since he always cut out the parts where Law started speaking, he went to Nami instead - she agreed to be his temporary editor (not for free, of course) until Law learns editing himself

MPV: my armageddon 2020 theory proved to be true

Eustsass Kid - (Music/Pranks and Challenges)

470k subscribers

messy videos with all kinds of challenges - no matter how ridiculous they are, Kid has to complete them

for the Ice Bucket Challenge, the video is just a compilation of him absolutely drenching his friends with a bucket of ice water and his own evil laughter in the background

when it came to the Cinnamon Challenge, Kid dared Killer that he won’t even budge when doing it; of course, it only resulted in a disaster

as soon as he takes a spoonful of cinnamon, his face turns redder than his hair - he starts to give Killer signals to end the video right now

“Cut. Cut!” he chokes out while spewing cinnamon powder on the table. “CUT!”

Kid’s pranks are mostly either waking Killer up in the middle of the night with an Air Horn, or putting himself in dangerous situations just to see Killer’s reaction

MPV: DROWNING MYSELF ON PURPOSE PRANK ON BOYFRIEND (HE FREAKS OUT)

Killer - (ASMR/Music/Cooking)

200k subscribers

he puts a lot of effort into his channel, mainly because it’s a hobby that takes his mind off of things and lets him relax

the videos consist of him standing in the kitchen and calmly following a recipe with relaxing background music - he includes the proportions and ingredients in the bio

his main goal is to be able to make an ASMR cooking video, but so far he hasn’t succeeded - mainly because of Kid interrupting him every second with either his yells or clanking of pots on the other side of the kitchen

wanted to make a cooking collab with Kid and, surprisingly, that earned him a lot of subscribers - not because of his cooking skills, but thanks to Kid being awfully entertaining (as depicted in the gif above)

aside from food-related videos, Killer also makes music videos where he collabs with Kid

since Killer is an innocent victim of Kid’s merciless pranks, sometimes he snaps and pranks Kid instead - he figures it’s only fair if there is some kind of retribution from his side

MPV: ignoring my boyfriend for 24 hours (he leaves me)

Basil Hawkins (Design/Beauty Guru/Lifestyle)

320k subscribers

just like Killer, he does his best in order to produce entertaining content, puts a lot of thought and effort into his videos

he’s an amazing editor and an even better graphic designer; all of his shots fit into his own aesthetics - symmetrical, with a lot of pastel colors

he mostly focuses on make-up tutorials and reviews, since that’s what produces the most views for his channel

one time he collabed with Law, where he got to do a stunning Halloween make-up on him - the video was also made in ASMR (Hawkins secretly rewatches that particular video at least once a week, he’s so proud of it)

MPV: My daily night routine || winter 2020

The Allosaurus (Lifestyle/Science)

222k subscribers

with simple editing, his videos are filled with science terms and shots of the night sky as he gushes to the camera about the beauty of astrophysics

most of the time, he records himself on a balcony with a telescope, pointing at the stars and planets and providing all of the known information about them

however, the video that really blew up was the one where he made a vlog about his exotic pets - either zooming in on them through the terrarium glass, or taking them out of their reptile houses and placing them on his hands or arms as he shows them off to the camera and talks about each animal

MPV: Real time Perseid Meteor Shower in observatory 2020

Bonney (Mukbang/Daily Vlogger)

140k subscribers

the only reason she still uploads to her channel is because it gives her money to buy more food

most of her audience is still in awe - just how is she able to fit that much pizza into herself?

she agrees to collab with Luffy whenever he proposes such idea - and they always end up challenging each other as to who will eat more in less time (hint: she always wins)

MPV: ULTIMATE MUKBANG | FIRE NOODLES FRIED CHICKEN PIZZA TRIPLE CHEESEBURGER

Urouge (Travel Vlogger)

108k subscribers

he made the channel mostly for himself, to document his experiences; but soon it turned out he gained quite a following due to his outgoing, peaceful nature that is just pleasing to watch

mostly talks about his day and which places he visited - and gets a lot of questions from his subscribers about his daily life and how he handles living by himself in a rusty van

MPV: MY VAN BROKE DOWN! (a day in my solo travel VAN life)

Capone Bege (Family/ASMR)

350k subscribers

he records his chess games with Chiffon and tries to make them ASMR, but more often than not, it fails miserably - his crying son simply doesn’t know what ASMR is all about

Bege also takes part in a lot of tournaments where he’s considered one of the best chess players in his region

MPV: ASMR CHESS GAME (SON CRYING IN THE BACKGROUND) RELAXING VIDEO TO HELP YOU SLEEP

Teach (Gaming/Conspiracy Theories)

2mln subscribers

gaming, gaming, and gaming, either during livestreams on twitch or on youtube

he genuinely enjoys posting his game reviews and let’s-plays where he simply tells about his first impressions with the latest video games

because of his spot-on critique and charisma, he’s one of the most popular youtubers in the gaming community

does lots of collabs, but never with other gaming channels - he treats them as nothing more than a competition

he’s hired a top-notch editor for his videos; thanks to that he produces high quality content

sometimes he also throws in a video about his end-of-the-world predictions, as well as what he thinks about the popular conspiracy theories

MPV: TOP 10 CRAZIEST 2021 PREDICTIONS || WILL ALIENS DESTROY HUMANITY?

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lilchibi-chan · 3 years

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Hewwo! How r u doing??🧐 I would like to ask for a little something where the reader is easily distracted and goes off the path (chasing a butterfly, seeing a dog, etc...) and the boy doesn’t notice until later. 🥰🥺 The bois: Todoroki, Kirishima, and Shinso (BNHA/MHA) ✨✨

Aww I love this! This is so cute! I will try my best for you 🥺

Todoroki

It’s Friday evening and you are on your way home from UA because you wanted to go home for the weekend and Todoroki decides to go with you being the protective boyfriend he is.

It’s spring and the cherry blossoms have just bloomed. The path you’re walking is lined with cherry blossom trees. You stop to take in the soft pink petals, but Shouto doesn’t notice until he reaches the end of the path and sees that you’re not next to him.

He freaks out thinking someone might’ve taken you when he wasn’t watching or maybe you just went off to a convenience store or something. He decided to walk back up the path, asking any and everyone if they had seen you, showing them pictures of you, saying how tall you are, etc.

He finally makes it to where you were, hair sticking to his forehead since he basically ran the whole time.

You were standing under the trees, slowly spinning as the petals fell into your hands. You felt like you were in your own little world, like you were a fairy and you could stay in this moment forever.

You hadn’t noticed him standing there yet, but he was watching as you twirled beneath the flower petals, falling like snow around you. He took out his phone and started recording you and snapped a few pictures. You looked so beautiful to him in this moment and he wanted to capture if forever. The way the sun shone on your skin and your warm smile melted him and he realized just how much he loves you in that moment.

When you finally notice him standing there, you feel your cheeks heat up and you know instantly that you’re blushing.

He makes his way over to you and grabs your hand in his. He looks at them and smiles for a moment. He pulls you close to his chest and kisses you on your forehead.

“I love you...y/n”

You look up at him surprised because his words caught you off guard, but hearing them made you happy, so the as quick as the shock hit is as quick as it left and you just smiled from ear to ear.

You hug him and nuzzle your face into his chest.

“I love you too, Shouto”

You both walk up the path, this time he’s hold your hand and make your way to your house where dinner is already waiting.

Kirishima

It’s summer vacation and your family has decided to go to the beach house that has been in your family for decades. They tell you to invite Kirishima along and whoever else you wanted to come along since there was enough room. It was a private beach, so you basically had it to yourselves whenever your family did go there for whatever reason, whether it be a small gathering or just wanting to get away from the city for a little bit.

When you reach, everyone unpacks and you decide to head down to the beach with Mina, Yaoyorozu and Uraraka. Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou, Sero and Deku all meet you on the beach a little afterwards. You all swim for a while and play games, until your dad decides to barbecue. Once everything is taken off the grill, you all eat together. Your mom bought fireworks and sparklers for you all to end the night with and celebrate your first day on the beach.

After all the festivities are over, you all head inside to rest for the night, but you and your friends decided to have a mini sleep over in the living room and watch movies. You cuddled with Kirishima on the couch while the rest of your friends took the floor. You all end up falling asleep in the middle of the second movie that was put on. You wake up around 3:30 to the tv still being on. You get up to turn it off then realize you can’t fall back asleep. You decide to go out and take a walk along the beach to calm yourself to the sound of the waves. You notice that the waves are glowing due to the bioluminescent krill in the water and you become so entranced that you take a seat on the rocks to watch the beautiful sight before you.

Kiri wakes up an hour later and pops up when he realizes you’re not next to him anymore. He carefully gets up, so that he doesn’t hurt any of the sleeping people on the floor and makes his was upstairs to see if you decided to go up to your room. The thought made him sad, but he could understand if your bed was more comfortable than the couch. He opened the door quietly, as to not wake your parents and saw that your bed was untouched. He decided to make his way to the balcony on the second floor to think about where you could’ve gone. Something told him to use the telescope that was on the balcony and he searched for you along the beach. He finally saw that you were on the far end by the rocks, sitting on them. He made his way back down the stairs, again quietly, and made his way along the beach to get to you. He took a blanket with him, just in case you would be cold.

“Hey pebble,” he says with a soft smile, startling you a bit

“Hey,” you say with a soft smile back

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he says with laughter in his voice,“but you can just consider it a little bit of pay back since I woke up and you weren’t there.” He finished, taking a seat next to you.

“Sorry about that,” you say blushing

“Why are you sitting here anyways?” He asked curious

“Well, I can show you better than I can tell you,” you say picking up a flat rock, then skimming it across the water to reveal the plankton

“Woah, that’s so cool, pebble. I see why you stayed here so long,” he says smiling his big smile

“How long have I been out here,” you ask, kinda freaking out

“Little over an hour,” he says smiling

“We should probably head back before my parents wake up,” you say about to get up

“Wait,” he says stopping you,“five more minutes, then we can go back.”

You nod and he takes a seat next you and wrapping the blanket around both of your shoulders.

After the five extra minutes, you both head back to the beach house, cuddle on the couch and go back to sleep.

Shinso

Shinso and you are out for a picnic date that you had planned for a while. The weather is warm and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. You make it to forest/site you wanted to have the picnic and it’s even more perfect than you imagined. There’s the perfect canopy to sunlight ratio and you’re not too far from the river, causing there to be a comfortable coolness in the air. You set down the blanket and Shinso put some rocks on the corners, so that it wouldn’t lift up in the wind blew. You both start unpacking the basket and you realize you forgot the drinks in the car. You offer to run and go get it, but he protests.

“I’ll get it, kitten. You stay here, I’ll be right back,” he says leaving you there by yourself.

A couple of minutes pass and you start to hear rustling in the bushes. You were definitely a little frightened, but waited to see if anything would come out before you just to any conclusions or scared yourself by jumping to said conclusions.

Just then a bunny comes out and it’s limping. You slowly crawl over to it, as to not scare it.

“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt you cutie. I just wanna help.”

You continue to slowly crawl toward it, extending your hand so that it can get used to your scent. Once it finally puts its guard down, your able to pick it up. You figured it’s borough couldn’t be too far from where you were since it came this way. You decide to walk off, eyeing the ground for any holes.

When Shinso finally returns to your picnic area, he sees that you’re not there. He decides to call for you, but receives nothing. He decides to take the path you took, not knowing that it’s the way you went, but something inside him told him to go that way.

After a few minutes of walking, he decides to try calling for you again. The first time he receives nothing, causing worry to start building. He walks up some more and tries again.

“Y/N!!”

“Over here!”

He walkruns over to the direction he heard your voice come from.

“Shh,” you say, so that he wouldn’t startle the rabbit in your arms. He makes his way over to you slower. You tell him what happened and he helps you find the bunny’s home.

You finally find the borough at the bottom of a tree. You decide it might be best to back away and let the bunny hop in on its own. You crouch down and Shinso follows. You set the bunny on the ground and it’s hesitant to head home.

“Go ahead, it’s okay,” you say encouraging it

The bunny takes a couple hops before fully going for it and going home. You decide to capture this moment by snapping a couple of pictures. While you’re busy doing that, Shinso just admires you and smiles.

“Ready,” you say smiling and catching him off guard

“Y-yeah, lets go,” he says blushing

You both make it back to your picnic and enjoy the food and snacks that were packed.

All of a sudden it starts to rain. You both hurriedly pack everything and try to find shelter somewhere.

You come across a shed and decide to knock in the door. An older woman opens the door.

“Hello ma’am, is it okay if we stay here. It’s just started raining out of nowhere and we don’t have an umbrella,” you say nicely and slightly apologetic

“Of course dears. Come in.”

You and Shinso do as she says and she lights a fire for you both to sit by. She also supplies you with a blanket and leaves to make tea for you both. Shinso wraps the blanket around both of you and he can see that you are shivering a little, so he moves closer to you, causing you to blush.

“Kitty,” he says, grabbing your attention

“Yes”

“I’m sorry the picnic got ruined,” he says apologetic

“It didn’t get ruined,” you say with laughter in your voice,“this was the best day ever.”

“R-really,” he asks expectantly

“Yes, we helped a bunny find its way home and we did still get to enjoy the picnic, it’s just got cut short and that’s okay, cause I got to spend the whole day with you.”

“This is why I love you, kitty. Your so good and optimistic. You see the great in every situation. I wish I could do that more. You’re so perfect and I-I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not gonna lose me and you’re perfect too. Maybe not perfect to you, but perfect to me and that’s the most important thing,” you say smiling

He pulls you in and kisses you softly and full of love.

The rain finally clears and you thank the woman for her hospitality. Shinso drives you to your house and before you exit he grabs your hand and kisses it. Then he pulls you in and kisses your lips. He watches you enter your house and then drives off.

I hope you enjoyed. Thank you again for submitting and keeping my asks active. You always give me something new and I really appreciate you letting my imagination run wild (more than it already does). 💖🥺

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pumpkinpot · 3 years

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Hoshi

A/N: this is part of the Citrus Dome Sci-Fi collab. this is also pure fluff. no smut, no real angst. just spooky summer vibes and poly love. I hope you enjoy. (I’m sorry for grammatical errors in advance.)

synopsis: since beginning your relationship with Katsuki Bakugou and Ochako Uraraka you’ve developed a love for exploring abandon places with them whenever you three have time to explore. This time, so happens to land on a derelict observatory. (additional head canons for this story on my tik tok under pumpkinpots)

“It says here it was abandoned in the mid-nineteenth century due to the spike in light pollution with the growth of the city,” you say, pointing to the dome at the peak of the building. “All of the mobile telescopes were transferred to the university's observatory, while this placed rotted away.

Uraraka half listens, levitating sheetrock from the doorway and discarding them in the nearby field.

“Why just abandon it?” Katsuki asks, fiddling with varying lenses in his camera bag. “Couldn’t this have been a museum or something?”

“Yeah,” you agree, shifting a glance to make sure Uraraka doesn’t need help. “It looks like it was bought by a merchant in the eighties who wanted to turn it into a house, but he was indicted for tax evasion before the renovations ever finished. It hasn’t been touched since.”

He scoffs with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Rich idiots.”

Uraraka brushes specks of dust off her palms across her cut-off shorts before urging us alone. “Shall we?”

It takes two and a half pushes to nudge the door wide enough to squeeze through. The observatory opens to us with a groan of whining metal and the scratch of loose dirt on concrete.

Centered in the main foyer, a gaping mural of blue and white cobblestone depicts a dusty map of astrology stars.

Katsuki has to be coaxed with a promise to be flashed to pose under the Taurus constellation for a picture, meanwhile, Uraraka floats just above Pisces with a cute puffy cheeked expression.

Names, small sayings, and symbols decorate the wall in vibrant graffiti, the place a cocktail of color and wild Ivy.

"It's a lot more lit than I thought I'd be," Uraraka says, stuffing her flashlight into her bag.

Katuski keeps the light attached to his camera lit as he weaves in and out of rooms, zooming in on old books and broken equipment.

We follow him through a puzzle of what seemed to be living quarters and small classrooms, ending in a half oval auditorium.

At the center of the stage a white globe balances on a pillar of cement.

“What’s this?” Uraraka asks.

You touch where someone had attempted to derail the sphere like a baseball before trailing your eyes above the layered seating. “It's a projector ball. Technicians would likely project light from there into the ball to make it seem like the planet or star they were studying. That's why it's,” you knock on the sphere's cool solid surface. “Crystal.”

Uraraka shines her phone’s light into it, the shattered pieces reflecting shapes in a dim glow.

Katsuki points the camera into the orb, the bluish tint reminds you of the similar one in the abandoned lighthouse you’d explored with them two years ago. Though that one would have lit from the inside.

Quickly you explore the base and second levels, eager to get to the actual observatory. It's evident where the renovations to make this a home had been started and never finished. Small cracks in the floor, sealed with caulk, loose wooden planks pillaring knocked in walls.

It could have been a beautiful home, you think to yourself.

Up the second flight of stairs gradually more and more light fills the space until you are bathed in the orange glow of early dusk. A large open scare slits the dome, edging with rust and ivy. The circular room holds nothing of true value, nothing left behind but broken tables and a ladder to the viewing balcony tailing the opening of the dome.

“The big telescope that would have been here-” Uraraka says, fiddling with the screw holes in the floor, “- would have been a refracting telescope. It uses small bits of glass to magnify what you’re looking at, then is bent back through the telescope hitting the eyepiece. The other kind is a reflector,” she continues, “It's got a primary mirror at the bottom of the lens into a second mirror than a third eyepiece mirror. This one is mostly used to see the different parts of a star to see what it's made out of.”

Katsuki and you exchange looks of pure astonishment. "how do you know all this?" you ask.

She fishes a gum wrapper from one of the holes, tossing it to the side. “Before I was accepted into UA I was really considering going into astronomy. I thought it fit so well with my quirk, but the courses were too expensive.”

"More expensive than UA?" Katuski asks, refocusing his camera.

She nods, seeming just as dumbfounded as us.

“Do you think it could work on my explosions?”

“If you were in space maybe,” you hypothesize, “but in that case, we probably wouldn’t see it for a long while.”

He seems semi disappointed as if his evening plans had been somehow derailed.

You run your hands across the walls of the dome, dusk sun baking its metal frame like a soup pot.

For a moment you just watch them. It’d been so long since the opportunity arose for the three of you to go exploring. With you still temporarily stationed in the American hero commission and those two workings in Japan it was rare to find time to skype let alone go on adventures. You were lost in the bliss of having your partners so near without having to scream about a lost wifi connection when your hand hit something protruding from the wall.

“What are these?” you ask, inspecting circular gears attached to a crank.

“It looks like the wheel to turn the dome,” Uraraka says.

Katsuki zooms in on the puzzle of rigid plates. “This bitch turns?”

“Yeah, that slit doesn't move so the dome has to, to accommodate where in the sky they were looking.”

Katsuki fingers the gears a moment, mapping its track all across the sphere. He traces along the parts not layered in rust until he’s back at the start. “Do you think it still works?”

“Not without some serious lube and strong arms.”

“We’re one for two,” you suggest.

Katsuki hands over his camera to Uraraka, positioning himself opposite you to push the lever, while you pull left.

At first, the dial stays put, its stance unforgiving, but after a bit more pull than push a deafening whine reverberating through the entire observatory.

No visible move happens until the second crank roundabout when the shift of light against concrete becomes clear.

Katsuki’s eyes light with sheer amazement as the entire dome rotates around you. We are halfway through a full rotation before Uraraka shouts for you to stop.

You push on the lever stilling its movements as quickly as you can.

She holds a finger head tilted to the side. “Do you hear that?”

Your breath balloons in your chest as you lean in closer. The tiniest of whimpers echo around the dome from the viewing balcony.

One after another you file up the ladder, hopping on the edge of the dome. Balancing on the concrete crease between the moving track and the rest of the building you search for the sound.

“Here!” Uraraka yells from the other side.

You sprint as much as you dare, teetering along the two-story edge.

She squats over the body of a squirming animal, a tuft of fur caught in the track of the dome's rotation. She coddles its little frame, before reaching a hand out to you. “Y/n, your knife-”

Hesitantly you hand it over. She snips away the stuck pieces muttering thanks that none of the actual tail got caught. She folds the blade back into itself, pinching leaves and sticks from the animal's fur and tossing them over the side.

She holds it up, floppy ears and a black nose making it a nearly recognizable creature. A puppy.

He looks to be light brown, but that could be the soot.

Katsuki checks around the dome for any signs of a litter or mamma, before joining us with a shake of his head.

The pup squirms and with an open mouth, letting all sorts of noises tumble from his dirt-covered tongue.

Uraraka floats the puppy to the floor of the dome, as we file down the ladder. You empty the contents of your water bottle into a cup for drinking and the rest onto its back for cooling.

His fur peaks through white and brown spotted under layers of grime.

“Well,” Uraraka says, “we’ve been talking about wanting to expand our family.”

“I suppose there’s no better place to start,” you add, both of us looking to Katsuki for consensus.

He passes glances between the three of us. “Fine, but I get to name it.”

“Alright, but we get veto power.”

“Explosion-”

“Veto,” you say in unison.

He looks around puffy-lipped. “I didn't even get to finish.”

“Explosion nothing,” Uraraka clarifies.

He’s silent for a long moment looking around the space. “Hoshi?.”

“Star?” you confirm.

“This observatory was used to study the stars, wasn’t it?” He bats.

You and Uraraka exchange a satisfied, yet surprised look. You hadn’t expected something so- normal. This is after all the same man that made you name your golden pothos “boom boom boi” in his honor.

“I like it,” you say.

“Approved,” adds Uraraka.

We better take our picture before it gets too dark,” he says, turning away so you can’t see the blush on his cheeks. He switches out his filming camera for a smaller polaroid, propping it up on the edge of a broken table.

He runs back as the timer ticks down. He slides to your right side, Uraraka on your left. Their arms link behind you as you hold Hoshi up to your mid-chest. Clicking down from five you all give your cheesiest grins. A rectangular card spits from the bottom of the camera.

Ochaco shakes it a few times, swapping you a picture, for a puppy.

You wait for the picture to pixelate before opening the ninety-cent notebook of film slips and position it in the next available spot.

Urarka’s cut-off shorts and Katsuki's tanned shoulders are a stark contrast to the puffy blue coat and chunky knit beanie from the last abandoned mansion expedition last time. Before that, the three of us accidentally matched our windbreakers to Midoryia during a tour of The Ghost Candy Shop in Kyoto. We look like a group of tourists.

The small book seemed to be filling quickly despite the rareness of time to get away. Memories pile up from when it was just Uraraka and Katsuki to when you became a staple to their adventures. They’d given you responsibility for the book to garner your importance to them in their relationship until the reasoning for the gift became nothing more than routine. You were theirs, and they were yours.

Now a new member had sprouted in your little family, and if you squinted, you could imagine the rest of the pages being filled with the pup in aged years to maybe more as time goes on.

Right now, you were happy with the three and a half of you.

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