#my brain went all mushy on me idk what's happening

[lavenoon]

PLEASE tell us more about the Accidentally Undercover AU I am OBSESSING over it now I must know more, I am in love with it 🙏

Oh dear I really just posted it and ditched you guys huh gdhs

Hi I'm back from my evening event and will ramble some more! I've been shooting ideas at @lulu-libellule who also made it all even more fun than it was initially, hehehe

So there's not much of the fnaf plot gonna happen - like virus and Afton n shit, I'm not going there, it's really just for fun

But! There is of course some sort of timeline, and there's three stages/ arcs basically. First pre-reveal, then the messy bit where they all figure it out (though not at the same time), and then post-reveal

Pre-reveal is mostly just what I described in the intro post, they're all stupid and I have a bunch of interactions I wanna draw for it. They're so, so incredibly oblivious it's so much fun. Picture this:

Moon recounts the night at work, the moment of victory when he managed to trip Robin up, giving him a headstart and resulting in a mild inconvenience (think something bruised, at worst sprained) for them. Sun simply nods along, agreeing on principle but honestly, he's just already thinking of how Y/N seems to have had a really bad day at work, limping in while cursing under their breath, so he's really thinking of doing something nice for them before leaving for his own shift (: No dot connecting happening

Or Sun's kind of accidental crafting hobby (he's an expert, he's not half-assing his cover story) carrying consequences for Moon, too Robin: Taking the "eyes on the back of your head" a bit too literally, no? Dusk: What are you talking about? Robin: There's. There's a googly eye stuck there. With glitter I think Dusk, internally: SUN I SWEAR TO GOD

The reveal itself is pretty much the only part I've planned to include angst - self doubt, frustration, and somewhat betrayal too for all of them. Messy, and not too thought out yet, but it'll be a whole thing!

Post-reveal on the other hand. That's gonna be stupid fun again, because now all three idiots are in on it and cover for each other. Their organization would shame them forever if not outright fire them for being so damn stupid if they learned their cohabitation was an accident, so they simply don't mention it to anyone.

Leads to fun moments when the presumed rivals start defending each other -

someone: Dawn dropped out of today's mission, said something personal came up Y/N, who begged him to stay home to wait for the plumber to fix some pipes bc they have a meeting with someone high up they can't cancel: he mentioned a funeral someone: oh, huh. my condolences later: Sun: Y/N. what funeral would we go to Y/N: IDK I PANICKED

Someone happens to ask Dusk what funeral they went to, he deadpan replies "our grandmother's", no one asks again

Also Moon will never let Y/N live it down once he realizes they lied about pretty much all their scars to make them sound cooler than they actually are, because for some reason being a literal secret agent isn't cool enough for Y/N. They almost regret making up all those dramatic stories. Almost.

Gonna stop here for now so I still have stuff to talk about when my brain isn't quite as mushy, but super super giddy that people like my silly little au idea!! I just love identity shenanigans with a focus on differing dynamics so so much, so I had to make that a reality, glad to have people with me on the ride <3

#answer let luce #anonymous #fnaf sb #fnaf sb au #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #accidentally undercover #I'm not proofreading this im very sorry that dinner drained me and it's near 10pm here lmao #which means ive been awake for 16 hours; nice #but yeyeye im so. this is all so silly i love it so much im happy ppl enjoy it too #it's a lot of fun n i just started thinking about it a couple days ago so very in the beginnings phase #but enjoying it very much #hehe

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Hellooo~ I think I’m about to ramble a whole bunch so i hope this entertains you despite the heat of the earth right now.

I had been the type of reader who forgets the titles and authors’ names since I liked being a silent fan but have also wanted to avoid attachment to certain fics. This was probably because I personally don’t have a lot of free time but also because I had experienced fics that went on a forever hiatus. (I still loved the authors and totally respect their decisions tho.) That tmi backstory leads me to what I wanted to tell you:

I had loved your wereroomies installments but didn’t know that it was you nor were they part of the same universe. Basically, I loved your stories before knowing you, if that makes sense. BUT, the major force that actually made me want to see your other works was Five-Point Star. I literally wanted to scream at you (in a good way) so I worked up the courage to message but never did SLDJKSJDJE LMAO. (Now wereroomies took me on a chokehold so that’s how I ended up sending an actual message 🥹😭)

SO, the reason that I’m writing now is to tell you that I finally re-read Five-Point Star and 😩😩😩😩 here’s my thoughts about it cuz it still makes me Feel Everything the same way when I first read it.

FIRST OFF, of course you made another Chris to love 🥹. I felt how the MC’s job made her so distant to people and connections so having someone like Chris that could make her feel warm, make her laugh, and crave normality was sooo lovely.

I love how you wrote the whole thing. Like, I did kinda see how it would go but the whole build up and how it actually went was *chef’s kiss*. I really like this kind of trope but I’m also a sucker for that ending 😭. Thanks for breaking me, jk.

LASTLY, my brain worm went haywire with the ending so it started writing it’s own part 2 despite it being a one-shot 🥹. idk what to do with it so imma share it with you and release it from my head. LIKEEE, imagine some time has passed and MC moved to a different location and slowly tried to lessen her load of assassin work. She never really finished her last mission and retracted her contract to kidnap Seungmin. Trying to move on from the biggest heartbreak, she tries out to have a normal life in a different city to forget all of her what if’s. That is, until she gets kidnapped. (The irony.)

She wakes up in a room with a few armed men guarding her, and Seungmin or someone from Five-Point Stars telling her that they want to hire her. They want to get revenge or silence whoever tried to threaten the Kims using her, and the only one who has any information on who wanted Seungmin was her so they tracked her down. Of course, the leader of the whole Five-Point Star squad would be our beloved Chris 🥹. She can’t refuse because they have all of her information and can definitely use her previous assassin history against her. ALSBKAJDJSBDJDND I’ll stop there 😭 my brain worm is doing a funk istg i didn’t mean to ramble this long but oh well.

If you read this far, I love u, and here’s a hug 🤍. Ahck hope u and Raven are still intact and hydrated. AKHSJSHS This is my first time leaving this long of a message so im so sorry if its cringe and mushy 🥹 i really love ur works,,, you’re a great writer.

~🍓

pls this message is cute. you're cute. i'm glad you liked my stories enough that you felt like you needed to reach out. i love having you here💜

i'm all here for some Five-Point Star love 😩 i love love love that story. i felt like i was possessed the entire time i was writing it (i suppose many of us felt that way after watching that 5-STAR trailer and seeing Christopher in that outfit 😵).

i've been thinking about that story a lot these days, and i love love love your take on what could've happened after it.

what you're describing is similar to one of the scenarios i had in mind for a part 2.... i actually have so many different ideas for a part 2 sdjhfsjkdf. BUT, i think i have finally decided on the main ones i liked out of all the ones that came to my head, and i can say that i AM working on a part 2 👀 (i'm already over 6k in and it's nowhere near finished....). even though it isn't quite like what you're describing, i hope you'll like it once it's done and published💜

(mind you, FPS is a story that imo can definitely stand on its own without a part 2.... but you know how it is by now, my brain just does whatever it wants, and it wants to have a part 2 because it couldn't handle the ending KJDSHFKSJDF).

i love you, too, bb. here's a hug as well🤗. Raven and i are managing haha it's a bit cooler today, so hopefully temperatures start going down 😭

thank you for sending this lovely message! i hope you have an amazing day/night💜💜

#🍓 anon #ask #fps ask #wereroomies ask

[artofapeach]

hi ! could you would you maybe please talk more about blitzfizz bc i am also a big shipper and i love your blog in general and your shipping takes on them so- if you have any hcs abt them or idk. my eyes are wide open.

HI HELLO YOU HAVE SUMMONED ME I HAVE OTHER ASKS BEFORE YOU BUT YOU ARE A PRIORITY

My brain is FRIED from writing for Nano and other things, so gushing about THE top-tier ship seems like a good break :3c

God I don't even know where to START with my headcanons on them, I have so many, I literally think about them all day

I like thinking their romantic relationship started while they were teens, 'cause they deserve that awkward teen first love, I think. Not first crush, 'cause I do think they would have a little experience before going with each other, but them being the first to be in love with, ya know???

I have an intense headcanon/theory that Fizz is aspec, demi in particular, and I love the idea that most of the time people flirt with him and he's just like "no thank you", but Blitz comes in and he goes "oh yes please!!"

Barbie Wire affectionately calls them both her brothers! This does lead to some confusion for anybody who doesn't know them, and Barbie (maybe purposefully) does not go out of her way to explain, much to Blitz and Fizz's chagrin.

Blitz growing up in Blitz's shadow and feeling so insecure :( He constantly feels like he has to prove his worth for Fizz :( Fizz keeps telling him he doesn't but that does little to help with insecurities

These guys are so mushy gushy gross. They are WORSE than M&M. They are in LOVE and they're NOT afraid to show it!!!

They may be a little codependent...and by a little I mean a lotle....

Barbie Wire: Have you guys ever spent more than 24 hours away from each other?

Fizz: I don't think we've spent more than 12 hours away from each other

Baby Fizz was jealous of baby Stolas! Even if Blitz only went there the one time, Fizz gets worried like "What was it like over there? Did you like him? Did you like him more than you like me?"

Blitz.....curling his tail around Fizz....pulling him close to snuggle.......

Tilla was their number one fan! She loved seeing her boy and his best friend-now boyfriend happy!

Cash on the other hand felt like Blitz got in the way of Fizz's career :/

Blitz playing the piano......Fizz singing along.......

Fizz being scared of horror movies, but also having a morbid curiosity for them, and Blitz always watching them with him to cuddle and make him feel safe~

*SLAMS HANDS ON THE TABLE* BLITZ IS STILL IN LOVE WITH FIZZ I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL BLITZ IS IN LOVE AND ITS BECAUSE HE'S IN LOVE THAT HE WOULD NEVER GET IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH FIZZ AGAIN BECAUSE HE KNOWS HE'S NOT WHAT'S BEST FOR HIM

Barbie Wire was pissed the fuck off when Blitz told her they broke up because like??? It's one thing if it was just some nobody he was dating for a year, but they've been best friends???? Their whole life????? and super in love???????? What the hell happened?????????

Blitz, being himself, refuses to give detail :)

I personally like thinking that, after working for Mammon, Mammon also realized that Blitz is in the way of Fizz's career, so he forces Blitz to break up with him to boost Fizz in his career, painting Blitz ultimately as the "bad guy" Fizz seems to treat him in the show

But I betcha Blitz wasn't the only one to blame! Fizz being the gifted child and Blitz supporting him all the time, I bet Fizz could get selfish sometimes and actually forget to put Blitz first. Evidence of this is in the Circus when Blitz kinda failed at his horse joke and Fizz showed him up. I doubt he had any malicious intent with it; just trying to give the audience a good time; but I BET you that overtime, Blitz's ego took some heavy hits

Oh also before Mammon forced them to break up, Blitz may or may not have gotten into shenanigans to steal an engagement ring :)

Engagement ring for sale, never worn

Fizz is the big spoon. Period. This is true in all of his relationships. Anyone who says otherwise is wrong.

Uhhhhhhhh I'm sure I have more but I'm coming up empty now wwwww

I'm trying to get in the habit of writing more of my headcanons down as kind of...writing sketches? I used to never write fanfic because I was worried about it not being good enough, and if I was going to do quality writing, I'd rather put it in my original work.

BUT THERE'S A MAJOR LACK OF BLITZFIZZ CONTENT AND I THINK ITS IMPORTANT I GET THESE IDEAS OUT OF MY HEAD SO I STARTED WRITING PURELY FOR THEM

so uh if youre into that thing here https://archiveofourown.org/users/PeachyArtist

Very much hoping that as I write more fanfic of them...others will also write it so that I have something to read :3c

ALSO THIS IS A 2 WAY STREET SEND ME YOUR HEADCANONS TELL ME YOUR IDEAS SEND ME ART I LOVE HEARING FROM YALL YOURE SO CREATIVE AND SEEING MORE OF THAT CREATIVITY WITH MY FAVE SHIP WOULD BE AWESOME

#send me numbers to draw blitzfizz with #once i have time again i wanna do one of those shippy ask games and go or something #i just i need more of them i have to draw them i don't understand #IM NOT EVEN A SHIPPER DAMMIT WHY ARE THEY HAUNTING ME #anyway gonna go eat now promise I'll get to the rest of the asks soon think the next one is an art request so yay fun :3c #hey an ask #not art #helluva boss #blitzfizz #blitzo #fizzarolli #long post

[junghelioseok]

heart-on.

↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ smut | strangers to lovers!au ◇ 10.1k [1/1]

❛❛ my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick ❜❜

notes: welcome to the first installment of the serendipity series! we’re starting with hoseok, because, well, have you met me? 🤣 be warned, however, that this isn’t anywhere near as edited as i’d like so i’ll probably give it another read/edit tomorrow but for now!!! here it is!!!

⇢ series masterlist. | inspired by this post.

warnings: dirty talk bc hoseok’s got a bit of a mouth on him, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!), sexting. dick pics, obvi. brief mention of a dead pet goldfish :(

You’re refilling your mug when you hear it. Voices filter out from the kitchen, floating past the coffee station where you’re pouring yourself another drink and hanging in the open air of the hallway that leads back to the rest of the office. They’re familiar voices, too—voices that belong to the resident gossips of your workplace. Lottie’s pitchy, nasal tone melds with Hyejin’s higher one, their conversation interrupted every so often by an exaggerated exclamation or gasp from Sandra, the third and final member of their trio.

“Haven’t you heard? Carolyn’s divorce was finalized over the weekend, the poor thing.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine how she’s feeling. I mean, getting back into dating at her age? Goodness!”

“And now she’ll be all alone at the holiday party, too. How sad is that?”

“It’s tragic. Poor thing.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab a packet of sugar and tear it open, upending it over your mug and watching the crystalline granules fall into the dark liquid within. You know for a fact that Sandra and her husband can’t even stand to be in the same room for an extended period of time, considering how they’d spent most of last year’s holiday party talking to entirely different groups of people. You’d sat two tables away from them during dinner, and they hadn’t even made eye contact once. And as for Lottie and Hyejin, well, you’re certain that their relationships aren’t much better. All three of them are miserable people as far as you’re concerned, and you make a mental note to check in on Carolyn—a sweet woman in her thirties who always keeps chocolate bars in her purse—on your way back to your desk.

“Sheesh. Vultures, the lot of them. Don’t you think?”

You whirl at the sound of your manager’s voice. Kyunghee Jung is a dark-haired woman in her late fifties, and she laughs when she sees your startled expression, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Easy! You’ll spill your coffee if you’re not careful.”

“I’ll probably have a heart attack first,” you reply, pressing a hand to your chest. “What was your job before this? Some kind of intelligence operative? Are you a super spy?”

Kyunghee laughs again and joins you at the counter. “Nothing even remotely as exciting as that,” she answers, plopping her mug down beside yours. It’s decorated with what looks like every color of the rainbow, a massive smiling sunflower taking up the majority of the surface, and the only remnant of the ceramic’s original color is on the very edge of the handle where there’s a lopsided little patch of white. The piece is clearly handmade, and a stark contrast to the simple mint green cup that houses your coffee. Looking at it, it’s impossible not to smile.

“I love that,” you remark, inclining your head at her mug. “Was it a present from one of your kids?”

“Hoseok,” she confirms, running a fingertip along the imperfect handle fondly. “I’ve told you about him before—he’s right around your age.”

You chuckle. “Right, I remember. That’s why he’s the perfect match for me, right?”

“Come now, there’s more to it than that,” Kyunghee defends, waving a hand. “But yes, to answer your question. He gave it to me as a birthday present when he was eight.”

“Well, you never told me he was an artist,” you tease. “Does he have an Etsy? Can I buy one of these off him? Does he do custom orders, maybe?”

Normally, your manager is more than happy to play along with your jokes, but today Kyunghee fixes you with an uncharacteristically serious look. “Why don’t you ask him yourself?” she asks. “He’s coming to the holiday party, after all. I figured you could finally meet.”

You blink. Kyunghee has been making offhand remarks about how well you would get on with her son, Hoseok, for over a year now, but you’ve never even come close to broaching the topic of meeting him. You don’t even know anything about the man beyond the fact that his name is Hoseok and that he works somewhere downtown. He also favors tall socks and yellow suspenders if the framed photograph on Kyunghee’s desk is any indication—or at least, he certainly did when he was still in diapers. Whether he still does, is anyone’s guess.

“Wow, I had no idea he was even interested in coming,” you manage when you’ve recovered from your surprise. “Did you bribe him?”

If Kyunghee notices that your voice is a few pitches higher than usual, she doesn’t remark on it. “Oh, you know. I just told him that this would be his last chance to score free booze on the company’s dime.” She laughs. “Three more months and it’s going to be all beaches and sunshine for me. I might even become a cruise person in my retirement.”

You gasp and slap a hand to your heart. “Kyunghee! Think of the environmental impact!”

“I said I might!” she retorts immediately. “Sheesh. Even in my old age, it’s hard to conveniently forget how shitty and unsustainable those damn boats are.”

You pick up your mug and raise it in a salute. “Well, the oceans thank you.”

“My husband doesn’t,” she answers with a sigh. “He’s been dying to book one of those trips that stop all along the Mediterrannean coastline, and I can’t exactly blame him.”

“That is tempting,” you admit. “You’ll have to send photos, if you do end up going.”

“You’ll be sick of me and my photos before the first day is even up,” she promises. Then she pauses, her eyes darting toward the kitchen where silence has fallen in the last few minutes. “Speaking of being sick—you think the vultures are still hovering around in there? I haven’t had lunch yet, and I need the microwave.”

Obligingly, you edge a little closer to the kitchen doorway and poke your head around the frame, scanning for Lottie and her sidekicks. “Coast is clear. Enjoy your lunch, Kyunghee.”

She nods and raises her mug at you, returning your salute. “I always do.”

///

As soon as the work day ends, you fall into your usual routine. Your commute home is easily walkable on nicer days, and though the winter weather is brisker than you’d like, you decide to walk for the sake of stopping at the convenience store on the corner of the block.

Once you arrive back at your apartment, you change into your comfiest sweats and a loose tee. You turn on some music while you throw together some dinner, and settle onto the couch half an hour later with a full plate and Netflix. Television is a welcome distraction from the events of the workday, and you manage to get through three full episodes of your current show before your pesky brain decides to revisit the events of today, replaying the conversations that you’d both had and overheard.

There’s no denying that you’ve been single for quite some time now, and for the most part, it’s been by choice. Ever since graduating from university, you’ve chosen to focus more on your career, and it’s paid off both in terms of the important position you hold in your company and your above average salary. And yet, you can’t help but think back to the gossip you’d overheard earlier—about the supposed tragedy of being single and attending the upcoming holiday party alone. Your mind wanders to Kyunghee’s son, Hoseok, and how he’ll be in attendance this year. You wonder what he’s like, and whether he really is perfect for you, as Kyunghee seems to be so fond of mentioning.

And then your mind goes to Jay.

You met Jay two months ago, on a well-deserved night out after a hellish workweek. The bar was crowded, and the music coming from the neon dancefloor in the back was just loud enough to drown out your inhibitions. That, combined with the alcohol swimming through your system, made you bold. You sashayed your way across the dancefloor, dodging inebriated bodies and swaying limbs as you fixed your attention on the head of pale lavender hair and deliciously broad shoulders that awaits you just behind the bar counter. The bartender is nothing short of gorgeous, and you’ve thrown all caution to the wind. Sure, several other women are eyeing him like he’s their next meal—several men are, too—but you need another drink. And while he prepares it, you plan to flirt.

A lot.

The bar counter is sticky with spilled liquor, but you don’t pay that any mind as you lean across it, the wood digging into the narrow strip of exposed skin left by your cropped top. “Hi!” you call, and the bartender looks up from where he’s just finished pouring a round of shots for a group of raucous young men.

“Hi yourself,” he says, his pillowy lips stretching into an easy smile. “What can I get you?”

You pretend not to notice the way his eyes flicker down to the dip of your cleavage and instead put on the sultriest smile you are capable of mustering. “Vodka soda,” you tell him, injecting a bit of purr into your voice. “A bit of lemon too, if you have it.”

“Trust me, I have it,” he assures, his smile growing as he reaches for a clean glass and a clear bottle. “Name’s Jin, by the way. I’m here all night, if you need anything e—”

A loud clatter and the sound of breaking glass interrupts the rest of his sentence, and all eyes at the bar go to the source of the disturbance. Conversations stutter to a halt, and even the thumping bass of the music seems to dull. Jin darts to the other end of the bar, where you can see that one of several barstools has fallen to the ground. There’s a man on the ground as well, surrounded by shattered glass and spilled dark liquor, and your eyes widen when you realize that you know him.

And arguably, a little too well.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. People are starting to lose interest in the spectacle, turning back to their own conversations and continuing on as if nothing had happened at all. The man is beginning to clamber to his feet, and a few people lend a helping hand as Jin begins barking out orders for everyone to step back so he can sweep up the broken glass. You seize upon the opportunity, latching on to the nearest arm and pulling them close so you can hide behind them. Vaguely, you’re aware of them sputtering in surprise, but you only have eyes for the man who had fallen off his stool, watching him carefully as he brushes himself off and tries to play it cool despite the sizable patch of whiskey soaking his white shirt.

“Hey, uh…” Your human shield is speaking. “Are you okay? You’re squeezing me pretty tight.”

That draws you out of your daze. Abashed, you loosen your grip on his arm and look up into his face, your throat going dry when you realize how handsome he is. His black hair is parted over his forehead, a stray strand falling into warm brown eyes set above a straight nose and an inviting mouth. There’s a freckle above his top lip, just shy of the center, and your inebriated brain wonders just what it would be like to kiss it.

“I, um—” You clear your throat and try again. “Sorry about that. I just didn’t want him to see me.”

Your newfound companion raises an eyebrow and glances over his shoulder at the drunk man, who is now being ushered out of the bar by his buddies. “You know that guy?”

You nod, cringing. “Yeah, his name’s Trent. I… may or may not have dated him for a few months last year.”

The man laughs out loud. “You dated a Trent?”

“What, like you’ve never made a questionable life choice?” you challenge. “Besides, you shouldn’t judge someone based on the sins of their parents. It’s not his fault they gave him a terrible name.”

“Sure, but it is on him for going along with it,” he replies with a shrug. “I would’ve changed my name as soon as I could if my parents had named me Trent. But hey, that’s just one man’s opinion.”

You laugh. “Okay then, Not-Trent.” Relinquishing your grip on his arm, you let your fingers graze his hand before pulling away entirely. “What do you say we continue this conversation over a drink?”

The man, whose name is decidedly not Trent, catches your fingers in his and gives them a gentle squeeze. “Happily.”

One drink turns into two, and then three. By the end of the hour, you are feeling pleasantly warm, the alcohol spreading through your veins like molasses and turning your surroundings into a hazy blur. The music has grown even louder, pounding against your eardrums, and you grab onto Not-Trent’s wrist as he sets his now-empty glass back down onto the counter.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” you ask, raising your voice to be heard over the thumping bassline. “I can’t even hear myself think.”

“The parking lot’s out back,” he suggests. “Why don’t we get some air?”

You nod and stand up on wobbly legs, cursing your decision to wear heels when you stumble into your companion. He steadies you with a gentle but firm hand, and you don’t miss the way his touch lingers on your lower back, his palm warm through the material of your blouse.

Together, the two of you pick your way through the throng of swaying bodies on the dancefloor. The bassline thuds in your ears, dark and hypnotic, and you can feel the reverberations thrumming across the slats of your ribs and echoing in the cavern of your chest like a second heartbeat.

It’s almost a relief, then, when you step out into the cool night air. Your ears continue to ring for a few seconds, but it soon fades and leaves behind only the muted hum of traffic from the street and the faint sound of music from inside. At your side, Not-Trent releases a long breath and leans against the brick wall of the building, and you turn to take in the steep slopes of his side profile as he tilts his head up toward the velvety night sky.

He’s handsome. Dressed in ripped jeans and black leather, he’s a sight to behold, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been craving a bit of intimacy for quite some time now. The alcohol swimming through your system makes you bolder than you normally would be, and you reach out to lay a hand on his arm. He turns toward you with a silent question glimmering in his irises, but you simply step closer, until you’re pinning him against the wall with your body and you’re breathing the same air.

“Hey,” you say, your voice an airy whisper. His eyes are near obsidian in the dimness of the parking lot, illuminated only by the orange glow of the streetlamps on either end, and your gaze flickers down to his mouth before roving to the freckle that sits upon his top lip. “Kiss me?”

Your companion’s eyes widen. His lips part, but no words come out, and you’re about to repeat your question when he finally finds his voice again.

“That’s really… that’s not a good idea.” Awkwardly, he clears his throat, but the hoarseness of his voice and the harsh bob of his Adam’s apple give away his true desires. “Look, you’ve been drinking. We both have, and—”

You cut him off, pushing up to your tiptoes and planting a messy kiss to the soft dip just beneath his bottom lip. “Don’t care,” you mumble against his skin. “I want you.”

Your companion laughs weakly. His hands find their way to your waist and pause there, as if he can’t decide whether to push you away or pull you closer. “You don’t even know me,” he murmurs.

“I don’t have to know you,” you reply. Your fingers drag down his chest, trailing along the delicate silver necklace that rests against the black of his shirt. From the chain hangs a round pendant, the surface engraved with the letter J. Slowly, you trace it with a fingertip, the metal shining even in the dim light, and satisfaction blooms in your heart when your companion’s throat bobs again. “I want you,” you breathe, soft but insistent. “Isn’t that enough?”

“I—” He clears his throat and tries again, and you wonder if he realizes that his hands have slid down to your hips, or that there’s a growing hardness against your lower stomach that’s becoming increasingly harder to ignore. “Look, I’m flattered—really, I am. And you’re… I mean, fuck, you’re gorgeous. But I don’t think we should do anything when you’re clearly not in the right frame of mind to be making this kind of decision, and—”

“And, nothing.” You wind your arms around his neck, pressing close and grinding subtly against the bulge in his pants. You smirk when he releases a low hiss from between his teeth, and hide it by laying a trail of kisses along the stretch of bare skin exposed by the dip of his collar. “Stop being such a gentleman,” you whisper. Your fingers trail down his chest, past the silver of his pendant and down to the faded denim of his jeans, teasing at the cool metal of his belt buckle. “I want this. But if you’re not interested, I can always go back in there and—”

The rest of your sentence dies in your throat. Your companion has tugged you flush against him in one smooth motion, and your gasp is cut off by the firm press of his mouth against yours. Immediately, you melt into the kiss, and a moan tears from your lips when he spins you around and pins you against the brick wall of the building.

“You’re a spoiled little thing, huh?” His breath fans hot against your cheeks, and you shiver when you meet his eyes and see the dark promise reflected there. “Used to getting what you want, huh, princess?”

Your breath hitches at the endearment—something your companion doesn’t miss. “Oh, you like that?” He chuckles hoarsely, and when he speaks again it’s in a rasp that sends heat straight to your core. “What else do you like, hmm? You want me to be rough with you, princess? Or should I be gentle and treat you like a queen?”

You reach up, raking your fingers through his hair and skimming across the soft strands of his undercut before finding purchase at his nape. “You talk too much,” you whisper.

And then you’re crushing your mouth back against his, whining when he immediately takes back control of the kiss. His grip slides downward, his fingertips digging into the skin just above the curve of your ass, and you squeak when he grabs the back of your thigh and hooks your leg around his waist.

“You feel that?” he rasps into your ear, nipping at the delicate shell and chortling when you keen. Your skirt has ridden up dangerously high on your spread thighs, and you let out a soft whimper when he grinds harshly against your center. The lace of your panties and the denim of his jeans are the last barricades between you, and you wonder, vaguely, whether your companion has a bit of an exhibitionist streak when he slides one of your sleeves down your shoulder and begins kissing a trail down to the swell of your cleavage. “You feel how hard you’ve gotten me?”

You lean down, kissing the soft spot where his jaw meets his ear before letting your teeth graze against his skin. “Why don’t you do something about it then?”

He hisses out a sharp breath, his hands tightening their hold on your hips. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, huh? I can’t wait to make you eat your words.”

Any retort you may have had is interrupted by a sudden swell of music and the sound of a slamming door. Whirling to face the source of the noise, you immediately spot a familiar head of lavender hair atop broad shoulders encapsulated in the black uniform of the bar. Jin hasn’t noticed the two of you yet, his attention fixated on his cell phone screen, but he looks up when you let out a little squeak of surprise and shove your companion’s chest in an attempt to create some distance between you.

“Hey.” Jin raises a hand in greeting, a knowing smirk curling his lips. “This phone call shouldn’t be too long, so please. Don’t stop the party on my behalf.”

Heat floods to your cheeks. There isn’t much use protesting against his insinuation, considering the rather compromising position you’re in. Much to your relief, though, your companion simply huffs out a chuckle and waves Jin off. “Thanks, man, but we’ll get out of your hair.” Lowering his voice, he turns back to you. “Coming, princess?”

You nod. He offers you his hand, and you take it gratefully, adjusting your skirt so that it drapes properly over your hips and thighs again.

“Have a good night!” Jin calls after you, amusement lacing every word. You can’t work up the nerve to respond, and luckily, you don’t have to. Your companion leads you around the corner of the building, where several rows of cars are parked beneath an orange streetlamp. On this side, the exterior brick wall is painted with a mural, and you admire the colorful galaxies and nebulae swirling amidst silvery white stars and the word serendipity spray-painted in pale blue.

The last car in the row is parked just beneath the letter Y, and it’s here that your companion stops. The sleek black vehicle has an almost vintage feel to it, and you glance up when you hear the jingle of metal.

“I’m guessing this is yours?”

He nods, pulling a set of keys from the pocket of his leather jacket and inserting one into the lock. “Yeah. You like it?”

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, tracing the edge of the passenger window “Makes my car look like a total piece of shit by comparison.”

Your companion chuckles, pulling open the driver’s side door, and you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the window as he presses a button to unlock the rest of the doors. Your hair’s a bit of a mess and your mascara has smudged beneath your right eye, and you hurriedly swipe at it as your companion turns his attention back to you.

“So,” he says. “Now what? I can give you a ride home, if you want.”

Deliberately, you let your gaze drop down to his crotch, where his bulge—albeit waning—is still visible. “Seriously? I thought you were going to… what was it again? Make me eat my words?”

And just like that, it’s as if a switch has flipped. His eyes darken to obsidian, his lips settling into a stern line, and you barely have time to draw in a breath before he’s caging you against the side of his car and molding his mouth to yours. Your lips part beneath the onslaught, and he wastes no time in dipping inside to explore, licking into you until you’re both breathless.

“Inside,” he breathes once you’ve broken apart, and you instantly obey. You wrench the door open and all but tumble into the backseat, and he isn’t far behind as he slots himself between your spread thighs. Your hands fly to his shoulders where you help him shuck off his leather jacket, tossing it carelessly to the front where it lands in a heap on the dashboard before focusing your attention on the hem of his black t-shirt. Your companion obliges you as you push it upward to expose his toned abdomen, grabbing it by the collar and pulling it off the rest of the way when your reach falls a little short in the cramped interior of the backseat.

“Your turn,” he whispers when you try to reach for his belt, his hands settling around your wrists. “It’s only fair, princess.”

Pouting, you let your hands fall limp in his grasp, and he chuckles as he leans down to pacify you with a kiss. Deft fingers find the hem of your blouse, pushing it up until you can twist out of the material. You throw it aside with no regard for where it lands on the ground, and lay back as your companion drinks you in, his dark gaze raking across the lacy black lingerie that decorates your curves and skims you like a second skin. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with a combination of amazement and disbelief. “You’re stunning.”

You smile, trailing a fingertip from the dip of his collarbone down to the silver necklace that sits prettily against his bare chest. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you tell him, tracing the letter engraved into his pendant. “Jay.”

Your companion—newly dubbed Jay—smiles back. “You’re something else, princess,” he murmurs, before leaning down to kiss you again. He explores your mouth thoroughly��languidly—before moving down to nip at your neck, and already, you can feel the beginnings of marks beginning to form, blossoming across your skin as irrefutable proof of your tryst.

It isn’t long before Jay frees you from your bra, watching with carnal fascination as your breasts spill out of the lacy material. You whine when he reaches out to cup one, his palm hot against your bare skin, and he smirks crookedly when a pinch to your nipple makes your back arch off the leather of the seat. “So pretty,” he rasps. “I can’t wait to see how you look stretched around my cock.”

“Stop waiting, then,” you tell him, trying again for his belt buckle. This time, he lets you fumble it open, leaning back to watch you work with hooded eyes and a lazy little smile. Emboldened, you push aside the denim of his jeans and free his cock from the confines of his underwear. He’s hard and hot and heavy in your palm, and your tongue darts out instinctively at the sight of the pearlescent precum beading the tip.

“Jay,” you murmur, thumbing across the head of his erection and smirking when he hisses in pleasure. “Fuck me.”

Jay seems to consider your demand, mischief flitting across his features before he manages to school his expression into something more neutral. “Where are your manners, princess?” he asks, pushing your hand away and giving himself a few long, slow strokes. “Say please, if you want it so bad.”

For a moment, you consider refusing. Jay seems to be the type of man who enjoys a good game, but between the state of his cock and the earlier interruption, you’re pretty sure he’s nearing his limit. And even if he isn’t, you are. And so, you shelve your pride for the time being, and trail a hand down the length of your bared body as you bat your lashes up at him. “Fuck me, Jay,” you repeat. “Please. Want your cock so bad.”

His answering smile is equal parts amusement and satisfaction, and altogether sinful. “That’s my girl,” he rasps, before shoving your panties aside. Lining the head of his cock up, he enters you in one smooth thrust, and you moan as your walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You’re more than wet enough to take him in his entirety, your eyes fluttering shut when he bottoms out, and he groans hoarsely as he takes a second to relish the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

“Fuck. You’re so wet, princess.” Jay dips a thumb into your slick, spreading it across your clit and rubbing a few experimental circles around the sensitive nub. He groans when you clench around him, his hips stuttering, and you squeeze around him again just to hear him grit out another curse. “Shit. I’m not going to last long at this rate.”

“Don’t care,” you murmur, rocking against him and sighing when the motion sends him a little deeper into your core. “Just fuck me, Jay. Please.”

Jay leans in, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead as he plants an indulgent kiss on your waiting mouth. “Anything for you, princess,” he breathes. Slowly, he pulls back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you. Then he’s slamming forward, and you can’t even find it in yourself to care about the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin or the way the car rocks. Jay’s thumbing across your clit in tight circles that he times perfectly with the rock of his hips, and you wonder whether the rapidly building pleasure in your belly is due to your dry spell or if he’s just that good. You can feel every inch of him as he fills you up repeatedly, his brows furrowed in concentration and his dark hair flopping as he drives deeper in search of the spot that will have you seeing stars.

You know he’s found it when the pleasure in your belly spikes, your back arching off the backseat. Your skin is sticky against the dark leather and you’re certain the sweat gathering at your temples has destroyed the last of your makeup, but Jay alleviates your concerns with a particularly well-timed thrust and a harsh nip to the soft spot at your clavicle. You keen out something unintelligible, and his lips stretch into a smirk against your skin.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Cum for me, princess.”

That’s all it takes for the mounting pressure to snap. Your body collapses into a searing orgasm, the pleasure flaring out like a supernova and spreading through your veins like wildfire. “F-fuck, Jay—” you gasp, your fingers scrabbling at his back for purchase and no doubt leaving scratches in their wake. “Fuck, you feel so—”

The remainder of your words trail off into garbled nonsense, and Jay huffs out a strained chuckle as he begins chasing after his own orgasm, rutting against you in a way that both prolongs your pleasure and sustains his own. “Shit,” he groans, his eyes fluttering shut. “Fuck, that’s it. Look at you—taking my cock so well. So pretty and perfect and—”

Whatever he was going to say dissolves into a groan as he gives a few more erratic thrusts before his release overwhelms him. Creamy warmth floods through you, and you rub his back tiredly as his head drops onto your shoulder, his breath flaring hot against your skin as he rides out his orgasm.

It takes several long seconds for the pleasure to recede. Your legs are still shaky when Jay pulls away, straightening up and tucking himself back into his jeans. There’s an empty ache in your core now that you are no longer stuffed full of his cock, and already, you are missing the feeling. Still, you push that aside as you sit up, adjusting your panties and wincing at the wetness that soaks the material and sticks to your skin.

“So,” Jay says after a moment’s silence, and you glance over at him when he huffs out a short chuckle. “That was fun.”

“Not bad at all,” you agree weakly, an irrepressible smile tugging at your lips.

Jay grins. It’s a bright, infectious grin—and it’s one that you’ve already grown rather fond of in the short period of time you’ve known him. It’s a grin that showcases his perfect teeth and crinkles his eyes into crescents, and one that all but forces you to grin back.

“Here, give me your phone,” he says, and you watch as he punches in his number once you hand it over. “Just in case you ever wanna do this again,” he tells you, handing it back. “Don’t be a stranger, princess.”

You glance down at his contact information, saved under the moniker you’d given him and affixed with a short string of emojis. “I won’t,” you tell him, chuckling. “In fact, I just might take you up on the offer.”

-

The screen of your laptop has long since gone dark, and you stretch your arms overhead before waking it again. Rolling your shoulders, you navigate back to the main Netflix menu, hovering over the resume button and watching the trailer loop in the background.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about Jay often. You’ve texted each other quite often since that night in his car—usually when you’re bored and alone and have had a few too many glasses of wine in the evenings. You’ve found yourself tapping on his name instinctively during those odd, ambiguous hours—when late night and early morning meld together and you’re aching for a bit of relief.

And as if he knows you’re thinking about him, your phone buzzes against the coffee table, the screen lighting up with a familiar name.

[11:22pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinkin about u, pretty girl 😘

It’s followed by an image, and your heart rate picks up, thudding loudly against your ribs as you open it.

Fuck.

Your memories of Jay’s face—made all the more hazy by the alcohol and the amount of time elapsed since your first and only meeting—truly don’t do him justice. Though the photograph cuts off just above his nose, you can still admire the sharp angle of his jaw and the fullness of his puckered lips. His skin is golden against the white of his t-shirt, and you lick your lips before thumbing across your screen to respond.

[11:23pm] You: yeah? what else are you thinking about, hmm?

His response is instantaneous.

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: thinking about that pretty little pussy of yours

[11:23pm] Jay 😘🍆💦: how good it looked in that pic u sent me tuesday 👅

You barely even notice the way your hand begins trailing down your body, pushing aside the elastic waistband of your sweats. It’s as if you’re on autopilot, as your fingers find their way to the damp spot growing on your panties.

Yeah? you write back with your free hand, already teasing at your clothed folds with the other. Tell me more.

///

It’s an uncharacteristically warm Friday morning when you find yourself in the elevator with Jimin, a good friend of yours who works on one of the lower levels of your office building. “Morning,” he says as he steps in, a large iced coffee in hand despite the fact that it’s still very much the middle of winter. Then he squints, leaning a little closer. “Oh my god. You got laid!”

“Oh my god, not so loud!” you hiss, whacking him on the shoulder and jabbing the button to close the elevator doors. “And no, not exactly. I’ve just been texting Jay.”

“Texting, sure.” Jimin mimes air quotes around the word and rolls his eyes. “You’re sexting him, and we all know it. How many pictures of his dick do you have saved on your phone now?”

“Oh my—” You sigh, trailing off. “Can we not talk about this right now?”

“Right, of course.” Jimin takes a sip of his coffee and pretends to check his watch. “When would you like to talk about it then? Do you need to check your calendar? Can I book an appointment for later this afternoon?”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Shut up.”

Jimin just grins, his lips puckered around his straw. “So, how’s Jay? Have you asked for his real name yet?”

You shrug. “What’s the point? It’s not like we’re friends or anything. We’ve literally only met the one time.”

“Yeah, but that’s just because you’re a coward,” Jimin points out. “What’s stopping you from meeting up with him again? You have his number. You have at least one photo of his dick. Ask him out already!”

“It’s not that easy, though,” you sigh. The elevator doors open to let a few more people in, and you move to the side and lower your voice so that only Jimin can hear. “Jay—he’s not exactly boyfriend material. I mean, we fucked in his car the first night we met.”

“So?” Jimin frowns and takes another sip of his iced coffee. “You talk about things besides sex, don’t you? You definitely told him about your goldfish dying, at least. I mean, you told him before you even told me!”

“Yes I did, and he was appropriately sympathetic about Mustache’s passing, unlike some people,” you sniff. “Get over it already, won’t you?”

“Never,” Jimin replies, ignoring your pointed jab. “I’m sure you only told him because you knew you could get a sympathy sext out of it. How many dick pics did you get out of that night, anyway?”

“You’re gross,” you tell him, punching him in the arm. “Not to mention that’s exactly why Jay’s not boyfriend material. He’s perfectly happy with—whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t just ruin that by asking him to get dinner.” You frown, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I don’t want to make this into something that it’s not.”

Jimin hesitates. “Fine, okay. I guess I can understand that.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a pause, as the elevator makes a few more stops. You watch the numbers crawl higher, and know that you’ll soon have to part ways with your friend..

“Hey.” You nudge Jimin with your shoulder, just as the elevator doors close and you begin the ascent to his floor. “Wanna know something interesting?”

Jimin looks up from his phone, where he’s scrolling through Twitter. “Always.”

“My boss’ son is coming to the party tomorrow.”

Jimin’s eyebrows disappear into his ashy blond hair at your revelation. “Kyunghee’s son? Hoseok, or whatever?”

You chuckle. “The one and only. She’s found about a million ways to bring him up in conversation this past week. She thinks we’re a match made in heaven.”

“Wow.” Jimin releases a long breath. “I wonder what he’s like, then.”

You shrug, adjusting the strap of your work tote over your shoulder. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?”

///

The morning of the party, you wake up to an empty refrigerator. Half stale cereal and the last dregs of milk from the carton become your breakfast, and you munch on that as you mull over the contents of your closet. You’re still in your pajamas, but you pull out your comfiest jeans and a sweater to change into after you finish eating. Then you turn to your collection of dresses, rifling through them and mentally debating the merits of each material and color.

You could go in one of two directions tonight. On the one hand, this is still a work party, and as such your attire should probably maintain a certain level of decorum. But on the other, you’re meeting Hoseok Jung for the first time tonight. You aren’t necessarily looking to start anything with the man, of course, but you do want to look good. With that in mind, you eventually settle on a deep red number that you pull out of the very back of your closet, made of a silky material that skims your curves and accentuates your best assets. Laying it on the bed, you begin your hunt for a pair of matching shoes. Twenty minutes of searching and another five of agonizing later, you step into the bathroom, intent on showering and getting on with the rest of your day.

Upon exiting the bathroom, you decide that tackling the state of your refrigerator takes top priority over your other weekend errands. Sitting down at the dining table, you take stock of what you have in your pantry, planning out your meals for the upcoming week and making a list of what you need to purchase in order to make them a reality. It’s just after one in the afternoon when you exit your apartment with a completed grocery list and your purse stuffed full of reusable canvas bags. The store is a short walk from where you live, and you decide to put in your earbuds as your feet navigate the familiar route. The temperature is surprisingly mild for winter, and the sun shines bright from its perch in the cloudless blue sky. It’s perfect weather for a walk, and the fresh air clears your mind and eases your heart.

At the grocery store, you forego the stack of baskets and instead grab a shopping cart. Weaving your way up and down the aisles, you check items off the list on your phone one by one. Eventually, you find yourself in the cereal section, grabbing a box of granola before turning to where your favorite cereal normally sits. It isn’t there, and you turn in a full circle, confused, until your gaze finally lands on the familiar box on the top shelf.

Great.

Sighing, you push up to your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it can reach. Your fingertips graze the shelf, but you can’t quite get a grip on the box itself. Glancing down, you scan the bottommost shelf and wonder if you can step on it to give yourself a boost.

“Need a hand?”

The voice comes from behind you, and a vague sense of familiarity sparks in your brain. Slowly, you turn around, and your entire body freezes when your gaze slides up to the speaker’s face.

“Jay.” The syllable escapes you in a near whisper. “H-hi.”

“Hey.”

Jay stands before you, looking like sin incarnate in a faded denim jacket, black sweatpants slung low on his hips, and not much else. At his throat, his silver necklace sparkles, the silver J pendant glinting beneath the fluorescent lights of the store, and you’re suddenly beyond grateful that you decided to put on a decent sweater before leaving.

“Here,” he says, stepping forward until he’s close enough that you can smell his cologne—sandalwood tinged with sweet citrus. “Let me help you with that.”

The sudden proximity has your breath hitching in your throat. Your heart thuds erratically against your ribs as he reaches around you, the denim flaps of his jacket gaping in a way that exposes even more of his bare chest. By the time he pulls back with your cereal box in hand, you feel almost faint, belatedly realizing that you’d been holding your breath.

“You wanted this, right?” Jay asks, and you aren’t sure if you’re imagining the innuendo underlying his words or the teasing inflection of the syllables.

“Y-yeah, that’s the one,” you manage, fighting to quell the uneven tempo of your heartbeat as you accept the box. “Thanks.”

“Happy to help,” he replies. Then he leans in, close enough that you can feel his warm breath fanning your cheek as he murmurs his next sentence into your ear. “Anything for you, princess. You know that.”

Heat floods across your cheeks. Your heart skips two full beats before taking off into a sprint, and it’s impossible to ignore the way your core begins to thrum, as if anticipating a repeat of that night you first met all those weeks ago. Almost instinctively, your eyes dart up to the ceiling where the security cameras are, and Jay follows the trajectory of your gaze with a low chuckle and a soft brush of your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Sorry, princess. As much as I’d love to get my hands on you, I’m kind of on a time crunch today.”

You can’t stop the wave of disappointment that washes over you, even if you’re in the exact same boat. “Rain check, then?”

“Rain check,” he agrees. Slowly, you reach up to touch the engraved silver pendant resting against his chest, rubbing it between your fingertips before tracing the curve of the J, and he catches your wandering fingers between his and presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“You know how to reach me,” he murmurs with a mischievous wink. His gaze lingers even after he’s released your hand, and you clear your throat awkwardly before turning to deposit your cereal box into your shopping cart.

The two of you go your separate ways then, exchanging goodbyes. You finish the rest of your grocery shopping in a daze, idly going through the motions at checkout and letting muscle memory guide you back home. Your arms are aching by the time you step past the threshold of your apartment, and you heave your shopping bags up onto the kitchen counter with a relieved sigh before returning to the entryway to toe off your shoes. You throw together a sandwich as you unpack your groceries, taking a big bite as you walk back to your bedroom to look at the dress you’ve picked out. Pacing over to the closet, you double-check your shoe choice. Briefly, you debate whether or not to wear flats instead of heels.

There are still a few hours left before you have to start getting ready, so you take the last of your sandwich back to the kitchen and whip up a smoothie to go with it. You scroll through your phone as you eat, browsing through the latest news headlines and scrolling through your social media accounts. Just before six o’clock, as the sun starts setting beyond the horizon and casting long shadows across your living room, you start getting changed. You snap a photo in the mirror once you’re dressed, pulling up Jimin’s name in your phone and sending it to him.

[6:13pm] You: last chance to come tonight

Your phone buzzes with a response almost immediately.

[6:14pm] Jimin: nah. i’d hate to step on hoseok’s toes.

You laugh. Not so fast, you text back. We don’t even know anything about the guy yet. What if he’s boring? Or sexist?

[6:15pm] Jimin: if u think kyunghee raised a sexist you’re seriously deranged

[6:16pm] Jimin: now stop taking selfies and get your ass out the door! you’re gonna be late!!!!

///

Each year, the holiday party tends to be a little over the top, and this year is no exception. The company has bought out the entirety of a restaurant for the evening, and you glance around in amazement at the twinkling lights and lush evergreen boughs decorating the walls and strung up along the ceiling. An assortment of sparkling ornaments hangs from the massive tree in the far corner, interspersed between silver tinsel and more lights. Grabbing a champagne flute off a passing server’s tray, you head farther into the restaurant, skirting around tables draped in creamy linen and greeting your colleagues and friends.

“Is she alone?”

“Figures.”

The voices come from the direction of the open bar, and somehow, you just know that they’re talking about you. Lottie, Hyejin, and Sandra are clustered in the corner with glasses of wine in hand, casting glances around the restaurant and gossiping about anything and everything with a pulse. You’re sorely tempted to grab the nearest pitcher of water off a table and pour it over their heads, but you suppress the urge and instead head over with a saccharine smile. “So lovely to see you, {Name},” Lottie says as you approach.

“I love your dress,” Sandra adds. “Very slimming.”

“Thanks,” you reply, putting on your brightest, fakest smile. “Yours is great too. How are you and your husband enjoying the party so far?”

Sandra’s face sours, and you hide your smirk in your champagne flute. Maybe it’s petty to bring up her rocky relationship, but you’ve been subject to snide comments from Sandra and her friends for years now and it’s become increasingly hard for you to bite your tongue. A few tables away, you spot Sandra’s husband, Rodney, take an enormous gulp of his whiskey and wince as it burns down his throat.

“We’re all having a wonderful time, aren’t we, ladies?” Lottie cuts in when Sandra takes too long to answer. “Hyejin’s date is over there with Rodney, and my boyfriend is fetching himself a drink. You remember Dev, don’t you?”

You nod, even though it’s a lie. “Sure. Say hi to him for me.”

Lottie’s lips curve up into a smile, her head tilting to the side, and you’re suddenly reminded of a snake rearing its head back for the kill. “So, what about you? Have you brought someone tonight, or—?”

“Hi ladies!” Kyunghee materializes at your side, her lips painted a festive red shade to match her dress. She’s wearing the disingenuous smile that she reserves for the resident gossips of your office, and you try not to let your relief show on your face when Lottie’s attention refocuses on your manager.

“So good to see you, Kyunghee,” she simpers. “Have you been here long?”

“Not as long as you,” your manager replies, nodding at the near-empty wineglass in her hand. “I see we’re already making a dent in the wine supply, and you’re falling behind, {Name}. Why don’t we go remedy that, hmm?”

She doesn’t give you a chance to respond, grabbing your arm and leading you away. Kyunghee is surprisingly spry for a woman her age, and you follow after her with some difficulty as she marches through the throngs of conversing people, all the way to the line at the open bar.

“I’d like you to meet someone,” she says, gesturing at the man standing at the end of the line with his back to you. “{Name}, this is my son, Hoseok.”

The man turns around at the sound of his name, a warm, affable smile stretched across his face. “Hi, I’m H—” he begins, but he’s cut off by your sharp intake of breath. His eyes go wide, his smile fading as his mouth falls open, and you’re certain you’re wearing an even more dumbfounded expression. “It’s you,” he says, his voice hoarse.

“Wh-what… how…” You trail off, speechless. The words flounder and die in your throat as your brain struggles to process this development, and you practically feel the way the gears in your head churn to a stuttering halt.

Because this man standing before you, the one that Kyunghee has just introduced as her son, is none other than Jay. He looks completely and utterly devastating in a navy waistcoat and matching slacks, a green tie shaped like a Christmas tree knotted loosely around the white collar of his shirt. His dark hair is parted, his undercut exposed, and you can’t tear your gaze away from the loose strand that has fallen across his forehead.

“H-hi.”

Jay—Hoseok—swallows. “Hi.”

Kyunghee glances between the two of you, her brows furrowing. “I take it you two already know each other?”

Hoseok’s ears begin taking on a scarlet tinge, the color spreading to his cheeks as he struggles to find his vocabulary again. “I—yeah. Yeah, we’ve met.”

“Right. Do I even want to know how?” she asks dubiously, before shaking her head and huffing out a sigh. “No, forget I asked. I don’t want to know. I’ll just leave you two to… catch up.”

Waving goodbye, Kyunghee disappears back into the crowd of partygoers milling around. Hoseok turns back to you, sucking in a deep breath, and you fight the urge to stare down at your toes as his gaze roves across your face.

“I can’t believe this,” he says, breaking the silence that’s fallen between you at last. “My mom’s been talking about you for months, but I never imagined that it’d be you.”

“You’re telling me,” you reply, finally having recovered your voice. “Kyunghee brings you up all the time, but I never thought… I mean, we didn’t even know each other’s names, and now…” You shrug. “Here we both are.”

“It’s a pretty crazy coincidence, huh?”

“Definitely.”

A beat passes, and then two. You’re fully aware that you’re staring, but you don’t dare blink, afraid that he’ll disappear if you close your eyes. Of all the things that you thought might happen tonight, this particular meeting wasn’t even close to making the list. Never would you have thought that the man you only knew as Jay would turn out to be Kyunghee’s son. Never would you have connected Jay to the photographed little boy in yellow suspenders on Kyunghee’s desk, or realized that they were one and the same.

From behind you, someone loudly clears their throat. Another voice calls for you to get a move on, already, and both you and Hoseok belatedly realize that you are still standing in line for the open bar. Hoseok’s eyes go wide again, and you nearly tread on his toes when you both try to move forward. “After you,” he says with a chuckle, gesturing for you to go in front of him, and that’s enough to break the tension. You step ahead of him with a laugh, catching up to the line, and Hoseok doesn’t stray far as he follows your lead.

“So, what are you drinking?” he asks, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Vodka soda with a twist?”

“Actually, I think I’m going to stick with wine tonight,” you reply, peering at the bottles lined up on the counter. “What about you?”

“Hmm. Jack and coke, I think. Nothing else is really calling my name right now.”

Grabbing your drinks, the two of you begin searching for a place to sit. You spot Kyunghee at a table near the front, and she smiles knowingly and offers you a thumbs-up when she catches your eye. Eventually, you settle on a table near the Christmas tree, the lights glimmering off the glasses and reflecting off your knife as you pick it up to butter a slice of crusty bread from the basket in the center. Hoseok follows your lead, grabbing a piece for himself, and the two of you munch in silence for a few seconds before Hoseok breaks it.

“You know, my mom says you’re the perfect girl for me” he says with a dry little chuckle. “Think she’s right?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. “It’s funny, though—Kyunghee’s been telling me the same thing. She sings your praises all the time.”

Hoseok laughs and scratches the back of his neck. “Oh, jeez, that’s kind of embarrassing. I’m glad she’s saying good things, at least.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you tell him, grinning. “She’s only shown us one photo album from your childhood.”

His face crumples. “Was it the Disneyland one?”

You nod, fighting back laughter, and watch as Hoseok groans and lets his forehead meet the linen-covered tabletop with a dull thunk.

“I don’t like rollercoasters,” he mumbles into the tablecloth, his voice muffled by the material. “They make me queasy.”

“Even now?” you ask, and he nods.

“Yep.”

The clinking of a fork against a wineglass—amplified and broadcast through an array of invisible speakers built into the restaurant’s walls—interrupts any further conversation. You twist in your seat to watch your company’s leadership give their opening remarks, listening as they congratulate everyone for a great year and wish you a happy holiday season. The servers begin going out with plates of food, and you thank them as they set yours down. Hoseok does the same before raising his glass in your direction, clearing his throat and offering you a crooked little smile.

“Here’s to second meetings.”

“Third, if you count the store earlier,” you correct, and he chuckles and nods in agreement before clinking his drink against yours.

You spend the entirety of dinner chatting with Hoseok, getting to know him beyond the few facts Kyunghee has mentioned and what little you’ve gleaned from texting him the last two months. He tells you all about his dance studio, Hope World, where he teaches both contemporary dance and the occasional Pilates class. You find out that in addition to rollercoasters, he also dislikes sour foods and raisins, but he loves mint chocolate and sweet and sour pork. He also has a very low tolerance for alcohol—something he tells you as he tilts the rest of his drink into his mouth. “Should I be worried?” you ask as he sets his glass back down, and he chuckles and shakes his head, sending the loose tendril of hair flopping across his forehead.

Dessert is served, and subsequently eaten. The music is turned up, and people slowly begin finding their way to the open space that serves as an impromptu dancefloor. Hoseok rises to his feet and extends a hand toward you, and you only hesitate for the briefest of seconds before accepting it. He leads you out amongst the other swaying couples, his hand finding its way to the curve of your waist, and you rest your hand on his shoulder as he begins guiding you in a slow, simple waltz.

“So?” Hoseok’s voice is a low murmur, soft and gentle against the shell of your ear. “What’s the verdict?”

You blink. “The verdict?”

Even without looking, you can tell that he’s smiling. You can hear it in the lilt of his voice, and imagine it in the curve of his lips. “About me,” he clarifies, carefully pulling back so you can spin in a circle beneath his outstretched arm. “About us. My mom will never let me hear the end of it if she turns out to be right, but I still wanna know. So what are you thinking?”

“Are you asking if I think we’re perfect for each other?” you ask, giggling. “I don’t know if I believe in all that, to be quite honest. Destiny and soulmates—I mean, doesn’t it seem a little too good to be true?”

Hoseok hums. “Maybe. But considering all that’s happened to us in the last couple of months, don’t you think there’s a chance that it's all more than simple coincidence?”

“Maybe,” you concede. “Still, I don’t know if I can give you a verdict just yet. We haven’t even gone on a date.”

“We did do things a little backwards,” Hoseok admits, tugging you close and winding his arm around your waist. “Let me make it up to you, then. Are you free tomorrow?”

“What if I am?” you challenge.

“Then, I’d like to take you out for breakfast,” he replies without missing a beat.

The prospect of a proper meal with Hoseok Jung does something funny to your insides. Still, something makes you hesitate, and you avert your gaze as you search for your next words. “I wasn’t expecting to end tonight with a date,” you admit slowly. “I honestly didn’t even think you were interested in… well, anything beyond sex, to be honest.”

Hoseok’s face creases into a frown, and you look up again when he murmurs your name. “I understand why you would think that,” he says. “Really, I do. But honestly? I had every intention of texting you and asking you out properly. I was going to play it cool and wait a few days, which was stupid in retrospect. And then you texted me first.”

“I texted y—” You trail off. “Oh, god.”

“It seemed like you’d been drinking,” Hoseok says with a shrug, and you press a finger to his lips before he can say anything more. You remember the night in question, and you remember the bottle of wine you’d consumed. And you definitely remember the photographs you’d sent of yourself, and the ones Hoseok had been kind enough to send in return.

“Wait, so you were going to ask me out? And then I… I sexted you?”

Hoseok nods, and you groan and bury your face into his chest.

“I can’t believe this,” you mutter, and you feel laughter rumble through his chest before a hand comes up to stroke along your back.

“Believe me, I’m not complaining,” he assures you. “But I’d still really like to take you out, so what do you say?”

His gaze doesn’t leave yours for a second as he awaits your answer, and your heart skips a beat when you look up to see the earnestness in his eyes and the hesitant smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Breakfast sounds wonderful,” you whisper, and the smile that blossoms on your companion’s face is nothing short of radiant.

“Good,” he says. “Great. Breakfast tomorrow, then. Now, can I kiss you?”

You’re already pushing up to your tiptoes, your fingers fisting in the soft hair at his nape. “God, yes.”

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“Hey, you made it!”

You beam. “Hi.”

You and Hoseok are about to commence your first date, having just sat down at a cozy little café for breakfast. Hoseok has pulled your chair out in true gentlemanly fashion, and you can’t help but smile over your menu at the few lingering snowflakes that have yet to melt into his dark hair.

“So, here we are,” you remark. “Our fourth meeting.”

Hoseok’s lips stretch into his signature grin, breathtakingly bright and infectious. “And hopefully many more.”

You grin at him. “Yeah? Too bad this is breakfast, because I’d drink to that.”

He leans forward, his grin widening. “Next time,” he says as his hand finds its way around yours, his fingers slotting comfortably into the spaces between your own. “We can do dinner, maybe. Or I can cook for you. But for now, I’m just happy that we’re finally doing this.”

You give his hand a soft squeeze. “Me too.”

“Just promise me one thing?”

The sudden seriousness of his tone has your brow furrowing in concern. “Sure, of course,” you reassure. “What is it?”

He winces. “Please don’t tell my mom about all the dick pics.”

#hoseok #hoseok smut #hoseok x reader #bts smut #bts scenarios #hoseok scenarios #jhope #jung hoseok #bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fic #kpop scenarios #hoseok x you #strangers to lovers!au #strangers to lovers #lia writes #gonna change that stupid summary if i can think of anything better LOL #my brain went all mushy on me idk what's happening

[koshicoast]

A few shinkami headcannons because I love them more than anything

Shinsou has a growth spurt and practically towers over Denki by their second year (for all intents and purposes, Shinsou has always been in class 1A)

Denki grows a little bit but not that much, he’s not complaining though, he gets Shinsou to grab stuff on the top shelve for him or has him hang up posters in higher places in his room (the only downside is that he has to get on his tippy toes for kisses but usually Shinsou will just bend down like a good boyfriend)

They go on dates every Sunday, It’s their day and it doesn’t matter what they’re doing as long as it’s just the two of them

They could be studying or doing homework or exercising or anything really and they’ll call it a date

The rest of the class knows better than to try and contact either boy on Sunday

“Normies worship Jesus on Sunday but I worship Shinsou” - Denki, at one point in time

Shinsou loves playing with denki’s hair, he buys different kinds of hair clips just to put them in denki’s hair

he just likes how the colors pop out

He especially likes to see purple hair clips in denki’s hair

Tbh it doesn’t have to be hair clips, it could be a scrunchie or a rubber band or a headband; as long as it’s purple it does wonders to shinsou’s heart

Denki likes playing with shinsou’s hair too but more than that he likes seeing Shinsou in yellow clothing

Shinsou doesn’t wear bright colors a lot usually sticking with black or cool tone colors

But when he does wear yellow, Denki just gets all mushy no matter how small it is

It could be yellow earrings or socks or something and Denki will wear a love sick expression all day

Despite being in the hero course, Shinsou still gets incredibly insecure about his quirk and how some people only see him as a villain

Denki, without fail or hesitation, tells Shinsou what a great hero he’s gonna be, he talks about how Shinsou is gonna inspire a new wave of underground heroes and how he’s gonna be some kid’s Aizawa one day and how proud he is of him (The first time he said that, it makes Shinsou sob. It makes denki cry too bc he’s a sympathetic crier so they just lay in bed holding eachother)

He also tells Shinsou how no matter who’s the number one hero, Shinsou will always have first place in his heart. And that Shinsou is just as much as any other hero out there and even a little more because he’ll be underground

Denki just loves his boyfriend so much and whoever planted the idea that some quirks are just made for evil is going to get electrocuted >:(

Denki will also pepper Shinsou in kisses saying things like ‘you are so kind’ ‘you’re an amazing person’ ‘I love you so much’ ‘You’re my hero’ and just a bunch of stuff so by the end of their heart to heart Shinsou is feeling a lot better

Denki gets insecure about how ‘dumb’ he is and how he’ll probably just end up hurting civilians or himself before he hurts a villain

Shinsou hates how that’s how Denki views himself because Denki is one of the kindest people in the world and doesn’t even realize it like the first time Denki told him that insecurity, Shinsou looked at him and was like ‘are you..you’re serious? Denks, You’re one of the most clever people I know’

Whenever Denki mentions it, Shinsou he just squeezes the blonde and lets him cry out his frustrations before telling him that ‘he’s not an idiot or stupid and that it’s okay not to understand something as fast as others and that it’s okay to learn differently and it’s okay’ (Shinsou will always try not to cry but a few tears fall anyways bc he just wants denks to be happy without feeling like he’s a fuckup)

Shinsou never lets Denki call himself an idiot or stupid, even in a joking way.

They don’t fight a lot because of their personalities like

Denki is a people’s person and is really in tune with other’s emotions and by default is a pacifist unless otherwise

Shinsou isn’t a people’s person but he’s observant due to his quirk bc of how he’s been treated in the past, he’s also good at picking up on people’s body language

Most times it’s just small disagreements and even then they communicate the best they can and try to compromise

If that doesn’t work then they’ll give each other space so the disagreement won’t turn into something ugly

They’ve only fought once and it was the worst (and best) thing for them

The fight happened after a mock rescue mission goes wrong and there were weeks of stress and tension leading up to it

It was messy and bad like really bad

“I just don’t get why you have to run into danger!” Denki screamed. The whole dorm could probably hear them but he didn’t care, not when his boyfriend was looking at him like he just lost his mind.

It was supposed to be a simple training exercise. Simple. Go in, defeat villains, rescue the ‘hostages’. It was not that simple.

*insert how badly the mission went and Shinsou ran towards the danger to help or smth idk*

It gets pretty rough between the two of them because they’re both pretty emotional people

Shinsou thinks denki doesn’t want him to be a hero and denki thinks Shinsou doesn’t want to be with him

It’s a lot of insecurities + stress + yelling

Denki is the first one to break, he’s a lot more emotionally sensitive than Toshi and everything is just crashing down and he hates it

“Do you just not want to be with me?!” He cries, unable to keep the tears at bay any more. He hates arguing with people, especially when that person happens to be his boyfriend. He gets it, he does! Toshi is training to become a hero and so is he but that doesn’t make it easier. Doesnt stop the shot of fear whenever he watches the other get hurt, doesn’t stop the late night self deprecation, doesn’t stop the anxiety he gets whenever he sees Toshi run head first into danger.

But he gets it and somehow it’s a bitter realization.

Because Hitoshi’s priority is the job they signed up for and Denki’s is Hitoshi.

The fight ends with tears on both their parts and they call it a night, too tired to scream anymore

They sleep in their own rooms that night

The next morning they agree to take a break, not a full break up, but some time away. Space away from each other to prioritize and think.

(Now ive seen fanfics where everyone picks denki over Shinsou and i hate that so fuck you, class 1A are both their friends and they’re all family and try and to help each other I will die with that statement)

Surprisingly the two most helpful people are Bakugou and Kirishima

(Actually not that surprising, they’re the longest couple in the whole class, dating immediately after Kamino)

Bakugou and denki have a heart to heart

“You’re both dumbasses” Katsuki sighs heavy, passing another tissue over to the sobbing blonde. He’s not good at these kinds of things, but Kirishima told him he could help the electric blonde more than he could so here he is. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong or just cry?” He asks, not without a hint of worry though. He pretends to ignore it.

So denki tells him everything and his insecurities

Oh. Yeah, Kirishima was right.

“You think I’m an idiot” Denki mutters quietly, harshly rubbing his eyes.

“No” The older blonde shakes his head, plopping down on the bed next to the other. He doesn’t turn to meet yellow eyes, his own trained on the All Might poster hanging directly across from them. He feels Pikachu’s curious gaze on him so he decides to elaborate more, knowing the sooner he helps the sooner he doesn’t have to deal with this anymore. It’s totally not because he’s gotten soft. Absolutely not.

“Trust me, Zombie Eyes looks at you like you put the fucking stars in the sky. It’s disgusting to watch.” He crinkles his nose in disgust earning a small laugh. “People like him and I, we gotta work twice as hard. Not saying that no one else does but it’s different.” He stresses the last word. “People like Ei or Deku or even you, people already see you as good so all you gotta do is get stronger. They don’t question your character, your morals, they don’t look down on you for having a weakness. People like Zombie Eyes and I though?we gotta work hard just to prove that we’re good. That we were meant to become heroes. Every action we do is put under a microscope and analyzed.” He explains.

“We’re assholes by default, It’s how we were raised. Not saying it as an excuse though. He was in the shitty system and I had shitty parents, no adult taught us shit like love or how to properly deal with feelings.”

Stupid Deku tried with him but he didn’t even know how to deal with his own much less some angry blond kid’s.

He takes a deep breath, pushing back faint memories of his childhood. The younger hasn’t said a word but he can tell he’s listening so it’s fine. “We can’t just turn off how we are. If it’s frustrating for you and Ei, It’s worse for us. Like we know logically that we’re good people, that we changed but that’s now how our brain sees it. We push ourselves because that’s all we know how to do, it proves to us and everyone else that we bled for our spot here. That we made it. Having friends is hard because we compare ourselves to them and draw our own conclusions to their actions. Being nice? Our brain says it’s a trap. Showing some human fucking decency? Our shitty brain says it’s an act. Being in a relationship? Laughable. We’re just villains pretending to play heroes to everyone else.”

He takes another deep breath, forcing himself to look away from the poster, flashbacks to their first year briefly passing in his head. Okay yeah, not going down that route. He looks over, making eye contact. He wonders if this is how Kirishima feels whenever he’s trying to cheer him up. Wonders if it’s just as hard. This better be worth it, everyone has been miserable. (Shitty thing about having been through life and death situations together is that everyone has bonded and become close like a family so when one of them is sad it’s like everyone is fucking sad.) (He loathes it because even he gets worried.)

“But despite that he still loves you.” He says softly, almost whispering like he’s telling the other a secret. “Fights his demons to hold your hand and all that shit”

Shinsou loves him? Loves him?

“How do you.. how do you know?” Denki whispers, throat sore. “We fought so badly last night, we were screaming at eachother.”

“He treats you the same way I treat Ei.” He answers,

“He changed his priorities around to try and accommodate for another person in his life, you became more important than training or studying. He takes days off to be with you, cuts his studying short if you need a break. It might not seem much to others but for him that’s huge. He came in with this one track mind but then you came along and he scrambled to balance everything. And then you two got your shit together and started to go out and I’m pretty sure he got scared”

“Scared?” Denki asks, the thought almost funny to him.

“I did.” Bakugou admits as Denki’s eyes grow wide.

“I was petrified. When Ei started to become more important than hero work, I freaked. It’s not that loverboy is choosing being a hero over you, It’s because he doesn’t understand that he can have both. He thinks everything important is a choice- that if you want something you have to give something up. He chooses hero work and he loses you. He chooses you and he loses hero work.”

“But he’s not going to lose me or hero work”

“Kinda sounded like you did give him an ultimatum though”

The realization hits him like cold water.

Shinsou gets a similar talk with Kirishima

It helps, a lot

They don’t immediately go back to eachother, instead spending the week with their everyone else and just taking time for themselves

Shinsou knocks on Denki’s door Sunday morning and they finally talk things out

It’s also the first time they say ily!!

Anyways after that fight they work harder on communicating especially when it comes to things like hero work

It’s not perfect bc their dumb traumatized teens but they’re trying and they know their lil family will always be there

I haven’t slept but yes thanks for sticking around if you’re reading this

If ur interested in shinsou’s talk with Kirishima lmk

#shinkami headcannons #shinkami #drabble #snippets #shinsou x kaminari #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou #denki kaminari #kaminari #my hero academia #kiribaku #Kirishima #bnha bakugou

[brainroten]

Haikyuu bois with rlly sleepy s/o

Who asked? My smol brain.

Characters: tsukkishima, yaku, kenma, lev, and kags

✨Headcannons✨

Warnings: my shit writeing, cursing, female pronouns kinda. S/O is incoherent when sleepy NSFW? Idk I just said panties im sorry

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Tsukkishima kei

you to were laying on the couch and waching "are plant"

You unfortunately didnt want to go to bed because you kei was still up

"I Liev uoeb"

Tsukki looked down like ?????

Then he realized you were sleeply, and trying to say you love him

He took you phone and you said back "stoid FUcimk dionosor!!"

- sigh -

He takes you in his lap and lay down 🥺👉👈

"Your sleepy y/n go to bed."

"Yesh sihr"

Turning Down the TV he looked at you...

Passed out....

On his chest....

He might have taken some photos.

He might have set them as his home screen.

You'll never know

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Morisuke Yaku

"Y/n! It's late go to bed!!"

"NOOOOOOooo"

Sighs In defeat.

It was 10:05 pm at his house.

You wanted to play subway suffers.

"Baby girl, love of my life, cutie, p l e a s e go to bed"

He's trying because he want to go on a date with you tomorrow morning but you don't know that

You lay down on you side still playing

You back is away from yaku....

Soooo

SNACH you phone is out of your hands and under his pillow.

"Jsjejen fime...."

Yaku raps his arms around your waist and his head on to of you head....

Your O u t

"You still 'unsleepy'?

". "

"Baby?"

". "

"Oh okay sleep well I love you"

He got up before you because of you date.

He saw you sleeping form and

"Omg I am keeping them and there are mine and I'm never letting them go."

The date went well :)

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Kenma kozume

You guys were playing animal crossing

But he wasn't sleeply....

He saw how you ment to grab a ax but got your net,

He saw that you were sleeply so he said

"Pudding we can wach pop team epic..."

"Okmsmek"

????

"What?"

"Okay"

Oh.. you were sleeply

Like *bad*

He laid down and put the anime on and grab you to put him on his chest

Some time later he felt you chest even out and fall asleep

Turning off the TV and adjusting you too and holding you...

He thought something he would never have ever thought of...

He loved you so much that he'd do anything for you.

Getting all mushie and y u c k

He went to bed

But

Got some photos of you first..

Your cat joind

Your his pudding

His.

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Lev Habana

It wasn't that late for you too

But he has

 Energy

So you were on his bed when he was going through so games.

"baby you want to play apples to apples or shots and leaders?"

"Hsims and lasers"

??? What???

" Don't tell me your sleepy!!"

"Haysv und, Communist!"

"Baby-"

He didnt understand what the hell you said but I knows you said communist.

He puts the games down and grabs some yarn to play with and turns on some music

He lays you down on you side and he came and snuggled you 🥺

"Your cute when you sleepy bebe..."

"Shhh skemp"

"Okay baby"

He went to sleep but woke up at 12:50 at night

"WHY does God hate m-"

Then he saw you

"My GOD I love them cute cute cute!!"

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Tobio Kageyama

You went to his house to have diner and meet his parents

Meeting his parents went very well

Then.....

Then a thunderstorm happen....

"Hey it bad out there. Can you ask your parents to stay so you won't get hurt?"

Your parents said yes :)

You were unprepared because you were only only going to have diner

Kageyama gave you some clothes

*cough* one of his t-shirt and panties- * cough cough*

It was getting late so Ya'll stayed up waching you-tube in till Ya'll talked

He saw how your words went

Ndiehrbkfkffo dognbbdjrjrn

He made you go to sleep

You had no choice

You got comfortable on his chest and tobio on his back

"Babyyyyy I love you...."

"Mmmm I love you to y/n "

"Cmats,.."

????

"Camzy you dontv havea aby"

"Yeah...."

Finaly you past out

Tobios kinda said he still wants to hear you messy words...:)

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#kenma headcanons #tobio headcanons #tsukkishima headcanos #lev headcanons #tsukkishima kei #kenma kozume #lev haiba #tobio Kageyama #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader

[755578]

34

I don’t really know what this is.

I don’t even know your middle name... hence the lonely 34.

I don’t know if this is stupid.

Or if it’s the start of something really amazing.

Probably not the latter, but I can hope.

All I really know is that its 2:05am on a Thursday morning and something in the depths of my brain is telling me to do this.

This isn’t really even good. My brain is mushy. I’ve been so busy this week between this whole moving situation and school... and life.

I remember when you first messaged me a while back, complimenting a charcuterie board I made. 2019.

Then in 2020, a terrible song recommendation. Lol. Right under my thumb.

Oh and 9 days later... about a crystal ring I posted on my story.

And then this time. 2021. About aluminum.

I was in the shower when I got the notification and I thought, great, he wants to argue about vaccines.

You didn’t know I’d been crushing on you a bit previously.

I miss your pictures on instagram.

There was a particular mirror selfie I was fond of.

I was sad that we might butt heads over this topic, but alas, we really didn’t.

Instead we immediately fell deep into a pretty intense conversation about life out west and the creatures that come along with it. You were so excited to talk to me it seemed.

I told you that I in fact could inject you with aluminum if you’d like, but you’d have to wait a few years, until I got my medical license.

Cute doctor lady and the pasty guy who annoys me.

:This is going to be super dumb but do you wanna snap?:

I’m actually crying and I’m not sure why. I mean from the external view we talked for a couple weeks nonchalantly, I have no reason to even care. But.

You seemed so happy to talk to me. And now I can’t even get you to respond to me.

I told you this before about karmic relationships. Not that you believe in that mumbo jumbo. But I do. There’s really no other explanation.

Why do I feel this way if there’s nothing more to it?

There’s a part I didn’t tell you, too.

In middle school.

I felt it then too.

I never got to talk to you though, like actually talk to you one on one.

Except once.

It was brief.

It was after either soccer or track one day. I’m not sure which now.

I dropped my water bottle and it got you wet.

I was really embarrassed. Lol.

I wonder if in that moment we were quantum-entangled.

I’m sure you don’t remember.

When I brought up middle school you seemed shocked that I remembered you, or even knew who you were.

But I still remember it.

I remember you.

I sent you so many songs that night.

Better songs than you sent me in 2020 I might add.

A lot of them were more than songs, to me.

A lot of them were actually quite metaphorical.

I’m sure you didn’t notice though. But that’s okay.

Maybe someday.

We talked for 3 hours on discord while playing car soccer.

Car soccer.

We talked about a lot of things. I think we were kinda scared of stepping on each others toes too though.

I would do anything to go back to that night.

Your laugh was lovely.

It made my heart flutter.

I think I’d do things differently if I could. I don’t really know how I would though.

I’m not really even sure what I did wrong as it is now.

I tried really hard to do it right.

Some days were so yellow.

You told me you liked me.

Cute doctor lady.

You told me you looked up things I texted you instead of asking so you could seem smart.

That’s the most ~me~ thing anyone has ever done for me.

Love is really strange how it makes you act.

It’s like life starts to revolve around that person. And for me it was like you were always with me.

I would dance around my apartment, and sing, thinking maybe you’d see or hear me somehow.

I would do my makeup nice in hopes that you’d snapchat me and I’d have an excuse to send you a selfie.

I would bake things or make nice dinners and think about how nice it’d be for you to enjoy it with me.

You told me you wanted to fly out.

You told me when I was home you’d come see me :silly:

I wonder if that will happen.

I thought about what it’d be like to be waiting in the airport and see you come out of the terminal.

After so many years of crushing, finally you noticing me.

In person.

Here.

To see me.

It would’ve been so yellow.

Within a couple minutes time we went from laughing and joking to-

:I can’t do this anymore:

:Do what:

:Whatever the hell this is:

I threw up.

That night I was so sick. Physically sick. I mean I was upset, too. But I was physically ill over that.

My head pounded for hours on end.

I didn’t really sleep.

Why did/do I care so much? We’d only been talking for a couple weeks.

I really couldn’t say.

All I can guess is that there’s some underlying connection. I don’t know what kind.

But to realize that physical pain could be drawn from it.

Idk.

I don’t want to write more about that night.

From there I really just wanted you to know how much I cared.

I wanted to send you jewelry.

I did reiki.

I sent you energy healing.

I read tarot and tried my best to support you in what the cards laid out for me.

I learned about your astrological chart in hopes to care for you in the most effective ways.

It didn’t really work.

You wouldn’t let me in.

Why wouldn’t you let me in.

Why won’t you let me in.

I want you to let me in. So badly.

We talked for a few days after that.

We talked more about you flying out.

Expressed more feelings.

We had more yellow days.

Waking up to texts from you.

Texts in all caps.

Conversations.

Falling asleep peacefully.

Smiling.

You cared how I slept.

You said you’d fight off my sleep demons.

I’d love to sleep in your arms.

:This needs to stop:

Why.

Why can’t we fall in love.

Why are you doing this to me.

All I want is to talk to you.

I want you to be part of my daily routine.

Why won’t you let me in.

I get that we live far apart and haven’t met yet. But does that mean we ignore everything?

What happened to me coming home... or you flying out.

My brain has been consumed with the thought of you every moment of every day since we last talked.

Why haven’t we talked?

You told me you liked me. A lot. But I don’t believe you.

Or maybe I do but I just don’t understand it. You don’t show it like I do. And that’s okay. But I wish you’d explain it.

Why wouldn’t you talk to someone you like. Why wouldn’t you care when they express their feelings to you and show love?

Love.

I called you love.

And you liked it. You were excited.

I was excited that you were excited.

But now I feel that I can’t call you love.

Why do you make me feel this way.

I feel like I can’t text you anymore without driving you insane.

Am I a burden?

You told me I’m not.

Idk.

:I don’t know what to say:

Those words really hurt and I’m not sure why.

Especially this time.

It’d been about a week that we hadn’t talked. For what reason I’m unsure.

I texted you asking how you were, a dumb excuse to just see your name pop up on my phone.

I mean I cared, I care. I wanted to know you were alright.

But I also wanted to talk to you.

But you didn’t.

And now I’m here.

Writing this.

Imagining me showing it to you 1 year into our relationship sometime in the future.

I doubt that will happen.

I’m not too good at keeping secrets.

That and I doubt you’ll ever date me.

I can hope.

But.

Idk.

This is just kinda a first letter.

It’s not everything.

Not even close.

I’d never be able to get all of it.

All of what I’ve felt so far.

Into a tumblr post.

Nor words.

Nothing.

I’m just tired and heartbroken and wanted to start somewhere.

My head was ringing for me to do this.

Create a tumblr account.

Solely for writing.

I hope to keep writing.

I want to write on yellow days.

I want there to be more happy stories.

Better things to look back on.

Even if it’s just lonely old me looking back on them.

I think I’ll write about more than just you.

But I think I’ll continue to write *to* you.

Just incase...

Wow.

I think I love you.

Feelings are good.

Memories are good.

I don’t want you to be simply a memory to me.

But if that’s the case.

I’ll still be extremely thankful anyway.

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05272021

#my34

[these-are-the-first-steps]

idk if this exists but how about some body possession reylo! kylo teasing rey! pointing out all the things she thinks are flaws and having to listen to him say differently!!!!! i know this is dark-mushy but i've had a rough day lmao. hope you're doing splendidly

Ok, so I went with my gut on this one. With also a little bit of influence from Farscape. A little bit of fluff, quite a bit of crack, and a dash of naughty- although not as much as I originally intended but that’s just how it played out, haha. Hope you enjoy!


—–

Neither was sure when exactly it happened. All both of them knew was one moment they were walking down corridors with familiar walls, and the next? Well….next there was nothing. Followed by decidedly unfamiliar walls.

Rey jolted upright, awake. “Where am—“ she choked on the words as they came out of her mouth, her hand curling around her suddenly thick throat, and as she tried to speak again, nothing but a deep, strangled voice would come out.

“About time you woke up.”

A woman was in her room with her. Her room? The walls were a dark metallic silver interspersed with black. The voice was unfamiliar, her brain insisted. Impossible. Her mind rejected that this voice was speaking to her. And it was no wonder. As she looked up, she saw herself sitting in a chair on the other side of the room.

“I—“, she began, choking once more as the voice that was apparently hers defied all logic as to what it should actually sound like.

“Relax,” the woman said.

Rey huffed at the impertinence. “How is my own self going to tell me to relax??” she forced her voice to squeak out of the low-pitched voice box.

The woman’s eyebrow rolled at the sound and the corner of her mouth twitched. “Well maybe because I’m not you!” she gritted out. Her fingers were like talons as they clawed into the armrests as she pitched forward. She launched herself out of the chair and began to pace.

“Ok,” Rey began, grudgingly acclimating to what she had to work with, “what, exactly, is going on.”

“It’s the Force. It’s got to be,” the woman insisted. Her arms clenched into fists at her sides and Rey just wearily shook her head.

“What is?”

The woman whirled on her. “Don’t you get it yet? It’s me, Rey! The Force has pushed us into each other’s bodies!”

Rey frowned and opened her mouth to speak. “I—“ With a huff, she promptly shut it again.

She looked down with a thought, before looking up at her own self and asking, “Then who are you again?”

Nothing could prepare her seeing her own intended expression of moments ago suddenly on her own face. “You can’t be serious!” the woman declared. “It’s me, Rey! It’s…” there was a nervous pause as her eyes darted along the floor searchingly. “It’s Ben.”

It was said almost forlornly. Rey just rolled her eyes.

“Oh, so it’s Ben today, is it?” she asked, before perhaps over-confidently launching herself to her feet. She underestimated the height of the body she occupied and wobbled dangerously before Ben strided over to steady her.

“Do not,” he insisted, “break anything! Now come here.”

He took her (his) hand and led her over to the full-length mirror in the corner of his room. Rey gasped and Ben just pointed.

“Now do you believe me?” he said, letting his hand fall back down to his side with a bit of a smack, which he then rubbed gingerly in wake of the unintended sting. He looked at her and flinched back a little when she looked back. It was strange, after all, having your own eyes look at you with so much life, and in 3D.

“Ben…” she half whispered in that same, high tone. “What do we do?”

He shook his head stoically. “I don’t know.”

Holding her hand tighter, he looked back at the mirror at them both and sighed. Suddenly he frowned and looked down at where he held her.

“I had no idea your hands were so small.”

“Excuse me?”

He tried to backtrack. “Or maybe mine are just big,” he said pointedly.

“You, Ben Solo,” she enunciated, causing him to flinch to her satisfaction, “are definitely too large for your own good.”

Ben snorted. “You’ve never complained before.”

Rey stared at him scandalized and tried to pull her hand away. “Excuse me, but I—“A ring at the door nearly gave them whiplash as their heads both snapped towards the sound.

“What do we do?” she hissed. She felt like she’d asked that question a lot already today. This was getting out of hand.

Ben gripped the loose fabric of his pants as he grit his teeth, mind whirring.

“Rey,” he began, but he could see she was already starting to lose it.

“Rey!” he hissed again, and gripped her head in his hands- this was really getting weird, “I need you to focus! Focus here!”

Rey looked back at him, looked at him with his own eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“Do you remember the last time we got into a fight? You called me every adjective in the book- haughty, rude, arrogant, selfish, self-centered, spoiled- do you remember that?”

The bell rang again, making her jump, but she closed her eyes and quickly nodded her head. He nodded back.

“Good, because I want you to remember all of that, and I want you to pretend to be me.”

“What?”

“You have to. Think of it….I don’t know, think of it as a sort of revenge. You get to be the me you always accused me of being, and this time you get to prove everyone right. Because I actually will become this person, because you’re going to make it happen. Got it?”

“This is a mess,” she sighed, choking down any emotion that threatened to wallow up. Kylo didn’t get sad like a normal person, after all. He lashed out. He got angry.

But Ben just nodded levelly back at her. “It is. It really is. But we can’t begin to fix this until whoever it is,” he pointed, “on the other side of that door goes away. Are you ready?”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

“Ok.”

Letting her go, he moved towards the door until a large hand landed on his shoulder to pull him back. The whole act of being pulled back was a momentary shock for him, but this body was smaller than his. It was easier to push around. That idea came with some feelings he had no choice but to file away for later.

“What are you doing? You can’t answer that! No one can see me here!” she hissed.

Ben sighed and moved to the side. He watched as Rey took a moment to center herself, and for just a moment he could even feel the force, her flavor of the force, gather slightly around her. When she opened her eyes, he realized they were no longer her eyes, but his. She swaggered to the door and slammed down the door release button.

“What,” came his body’s punctuated greeting.

“Sir, I’ve come to deliver these documents and also a message from General Hux. May I step inside?”

The officer nearly pushed his way in, and Ben reflexively retreated more into the shadow of his room until he felt a door at his back. Quietly, he slid it open and stepped behind the dark frosted glass.

“I really don’t think that’s—“ Rey tried to insist, but the man barged in and the door automatically slid shut behind him.

The officer presented the documents to her which she accepted. What would Kylo do now? Toss them to the floor in a fit of rage that this guy would ignore him? Or would he just go with it? She squared her shoulders.

“Officer,” she began. “If it is a message the General wishes to give me, he can send it to me himself in a comms.”

“Sir, I apologize but he insisted it was urgent, and to  make sure you received it said that I should deliver it to you personally. To begin, he wishes to say that—“

“Officer, I don’t mean to….begrudge you your duty to General Hux, but now is really not the best time for—“

Oh no. She was slipping out of character. He was arching his brow suspiciously at her when suddenly a rush of running water came from the fresher, and in a cloud of rather thick steam out stepped the shape of a naked Rey in a thin towel, soaked hair strewn across her face. Mostly obscured by the billowing steam clouds, she seemed to coquettishly turn in her knee and covered her mouth with a hand while clutching at her towel.

“Oh no! Kylo, you didn’t tell me we were expecting visitors!” she said in a gratingly high-pitched voice.

That is not my voice! Rey thought to herself through gritted teeth. She was getting water all over the carpet, too. He really is spoiled.

The officer’s eyes widened tremendously before coughing and clearing his throat as if he were having trouble with the very act of breathing. “Ahh, yes sir, right. It would appear you are preoccupied, so…”

She’d never seen anyone leave a room faster in her life.

Rey curled her lip, which she knew looked particularly menacing on Kylo’s emotive face.

“Well at least I know you don’t have any ladies over. He couldn’t wait to get out.”

Ben scoffed. “That’s none of my- your- business!”

When Rey turned for a rejoinder, she was stopped in her tracks at the sight of herself bare naked save for a thin, First Order black standard-issue towel.

“You took off my clothes? All of them?!” she screeched.

Ben rolled his eyes. “Calm down. It worked, didn’t it?”

Rey gaped. “I— But—“

Ben carefully tucked the tail of the towel down and sat on his bed, looking around at his room.

Rey was at a loss, until suddenly she bounded into the fresher, nearly banging her head on the top of the door way as she went in, and came back with an armful of her clothes.

“Alright, stand up! Right now! And close your eyes. These are going back on.”

“Why? I’ve already seen everything.”

Ben didn’t know his face could turn that shade of red.

“It doesn’t matter!” she squeaked. “Because no you haven’t! And you don’t need to see anymore, because…because…!”

Ben frowned. “Because what?”

She swallowed hard. “Just stand up, alright?”

“No. Not until you tell me.”

He was being disgustingly calm while she was nearly at the point of breaking.

“Because….I’ve seen many of those holos, since leaving Jakku. I know I’m not the ‘ideal’ or whatever. But I like myself the way I am and it’s nobody else’s business to see, now come here!”

He easily dodged her reach, unused as she still was to the dimensions of his frame. Meanwhile he was beginning to like the agility and compactness of Rey’s smaller form.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, “Sure your chest isn’t the size of Ilithor’s twin moons, but—“

She lunged for him, and he dodged further up the bed with a laugh, causing the corner of the towel to come loose.

“I’m joking! Rey, look…”

He rolled free of it, and feeling the air on Rey’s warm flesh and pebbled nipples even made him fight back a blush. He looked up at her as she stared down at herself, the reaction on her face torn between shame and embarrassment.

Her hair, which had grown longer since they knew each other, spread about her head like a halo as he raised her hand towards her.

“Rey…..I am the leader of the biggest force this galaxy has seen since the days of the old republic. If I wanted a woman who looked like she stepped out of a holo, I could have one,” suddenly he snapped his fingers, “like that.”

She stared at him wide-eyed. He dropped his hand to his side.

“When I first woke up like this, all I could do was stare. Stare at myself- your face- in the mirror and marvel. Was this what it was like to be you? To look like you? Feel like you?”

He swallowed hard.

“There have been times, sometimes, where the Force was especially cruel,” he continued with a wry smile. “I would find myself in your room during your night, and you’d be fast asleep. And I couldn’t leave, so I’d just…I’d just stare at your face. Watch you sleep. I learned every curve, every…every freckle. And then one night I realized I love your face. So when this happened and I…I saw myself lying on the floor unconscious, I looked at my face….and I saw you…you…you were there. Even without…without all this,” he said, motioning to her own face, “I could still see by your expression and the curve of your mouth…..that it was you in there. And we’d be having to deal with this.”

Rey looked on in silent shock, unmoving from the side of the bed.

“And while I realize that this, truly, is an insane situation….do not mock yourself. At least not in front of me. Because I won’t listen to it.”

For the third time that day, Rey was on the verge of tears. She wasn’t a crier. What was happening to her?

She sniffed back a sob. “Even if I don’t have an ass like that one holo star?”

“Are you kidding?” he asked archly, and, knowing he was probably signing his death warrant later, he gamely, and forcing a massive smirk to spread across Rey’s face, ran hands down the body he occupied, caressing here and there as he went, before turning slightly to lick his hand and then slap her bottom with a sting and digging his fingers in for a handful. “This is way better,” he concluded.

Rey stared at him scandalized, the emotion warring with grudging intrigue and also the absurdity of the entire situation, still watching his other hand roam across her body.

“Oh,” he said suddenly, “It ah…seems you agree with me. Or I agree with me. Hard to tell.”

“Wha..?” she said in a daze before looking down and seeing Ben’s body at half mast.

“…..Maker, this is not ok!” she insisted, trying to cover it up with her hands and failing as every time she brushed against it it seemed to make it grow more.

Ben giggled, veritably giggled, and Rey just growled.

“We need to change things back, now!”

“Agreed. But how do you propose?” he asked, giving his hands a break. A large, red looming hand print shone on her bottom. Rey grit her teeth.

“I don’t know, but—“

Black.

A loud clunk, like soft meat hitting the floor.

When Rey opened her eyes again, she found herself shining and naked on Ben’s bed, and a dull throbbing along her backside. Her head was killing her.

“…Ben?” she mumbled. Groping her way to the side of the bed, she looked over to see him sprawled on the floor. “Ben!”

Ignoring her head, she scrambled down and nearly sat on his chest as she straddled him, trying to pull his head towards her to gently smack him awake.

“Hey! Wake up! Are you alright?”

Finally, a flutter of eyelids and a slight jot, and he was back.

“I….you’re you again,” he began groggily.

She smiled down at him. “Yes. I’m me. And you’re you.”

He raised his brows. “Am I? Too bad.”

Rey laughed and smacked him in the chest. As she made to stand to her feet to get off him, two strong hands grabbed her by her naked waist and yanked her back, pulling her still damp form against him until the both of them rolled and he was hovering on top of her, arms caging either side of her head.

“You should be wet and naked in my room more often.”

Done with being indignant, she merely arched a brow at him. “Why? So you can smack my ass some more? Yo—“ she shifted as he lowered himself (still clothed) between her legs and she hissed slightly at the dull throb she found there as he brushed against her.

“Why….why does that feel funny?”

“What does?”

Rey pushed her hand between them to investigate, and when she did, she stared at him agape.

“Did you….did you get me off while you were inside me?!”

“Isn’t that what I normally do when I’m inside you?”

“BEN!”

He snickered. “I’m afraid I’m not sure what you’re talking about then.”

She sneered (something she seemed to have gotten better at in the past few hours) and pushed hotly at his chest. “Did you, or did you not, have your hands down there while the Force had our minds switched??”

Well, at least he had the decency to look a little ashamed about it.

“I…..possibly.”

“OH, I cannot believe— wait a second! Yes! Yes I can!” she said, incredibly annoyed, as she tried to push away from him, but he was making it very difficult to escape as he loomed closer and closer until his face was buried in her neck and his hand was soothing that spot that still had his handprint on it and she sighed.

“Forgive me….I couldn’t resist, and really….consider it research.”

His lips were feather-light along the column of her neck and she gave a small smile she knew he couldn’t see despite herself.

“Research?” she asked, trying very hard not to sound especially interested.

“Mhmm,” he returned, and as his hand sunk lower, his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot causing her to arch hard into him with an incoherent moan.

He huffed a self-satisfied smile against her cheek before she turned her head to look him in the eye. She wasn’t happy about this. Not at all. But maybe…maybe he could change her mind.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against her lips, and very, very gently, they kissed.

I know.

#reylo #reylo fanfic #my stories #the context is that apparently they have random casual sex sometimes so there's not a lot of time for real intimacy like they have here #so the kids still feel like they have some modesty to lose haha

[the-lupine-sojourner]

Love Conquers Amnesia [Amnesiac!Eijiro/Takara(OC)]

Hiya! I saw This video and couldn’t help thinking about KiriKara (my name for the ship. I can’t think of a better one, so if you can, leave it in a comment below!), and this is the result!  Anyway, in writing it and trying to think of a realistic way for Kiri to lose his memory, I kinda veered from the video when I meant to practically quote it, but I also like this version, so here we are! Also, if you want more domestic KiriKara, send an Ask or message me and I’ll totally write it (as long as it’s not smut. Sorry!)!!

Real quick before I begin, @dailyojiromashirao is pretty much on my permanent MHA writing taglist, cus they’re always so sweet and supportive! Love you! And maybe @elite-guard-hardygal would enjoy this, too?? IDK. Feel free to ignore, lovey! 

Now that that’s done, I will only this before we begin; I hope you all enjoy! 

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(P.S: This guy is my headcanon/faceclaim for Adult!Eijiro, btw. I haven’t seen Bleach, but I know he’s a character in that show. This is the face Kiri makes when he sees his waifu but doesn’t remember her yet. She startles him with her beauty! XD)

Statistically, it was probably more shocking that it took so long for this to happen, given our profession.

But, it was still very shocking to get a call in the middle of a daytime patrol. “Are you Mrs. Takara Kirishima?” The person on the other end asks. I gulp.

“Yes, this is she. Who’s calling?” I ask as politely as I can.

“The receptionist at Sanno Hospital. I’m calling to report your husband’s admittance.” Instantly, my heart plummets into my toes, and the temperature seems to drop below freezing.

“O-oh...I...Is he..?”

“He’s in surgery. We’re still unsure precisely what happened, but more details are emerging the longer we have him. The doctors are very hopeful, however.” I can’t help but not feel comforted by those words. Something could always happen. It only took one wrong move, one instant, for everything to change.

“O-okay. I’ll be there in around thirty minutes. Thank you.” I say, then hang up. I race back to my agency. The one Kiri and I shared, like everything else. I rip off my headgear and toss it into the locker along with my belt, all while calling out the situation, before sprinting for my- -our- -car. We were supposed to drive home together and have a family movie night with our five-year-old son, Senshi.

This wasn’t supposed to happen! Kiri had an amazingly defensive Quirk. How could someone have hospitalized him?!

=#=#=#=#=

“The story we’ve pieced together from the data we’ve collected is this;” the doctor explains when I arrive. “your husband was fighting an unknown villain, and somehow suffered trauma to the head, resulting in the loss of the fight, and…”

“What?” I press urgently. I needed to know!

“Well, with brain injuries...memories are the easiest to lose, we’ve found. It appears your body automatically purges memories first instead of the knowledge of how to breathe, for example. I’m sorry, Mrs. Kirishima, but there is a strong possibility that your husband won’t remember much when he wakes up.” I thank him for telling me absently, eyes peeking into the room, to Kiri laying still on the bed. “And we’re not sure when he’ll wake up. We hardly had to use anesthesia on him for the surgery; he was unconscious when he was admitted, but without any real indication that we could find as to why. I’m sorry.” I nod.

“Thanks for doing what you could, doc.” I murmur, walking slowly into the room. The man smiles sadly at me and leaves me to sit beside Kiri. His hair had to be combed down and messed around so they could run tests to see why he was still out cold, and the black hospital gown looked incredibly odd on him. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. It seemed to lull me into a doze, one I tried to fight without much luck.

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It’s only a few hours later that I wake up, and Kiri still isn’t awake. I hold in a groan and stand, stretching out my back and arms that were sore from sleeping in the chair.

I wasn’t planning on leaving til Kiri woke up and I could ascertain for myself his condition, so I watch him. His chest goes up and down and the heart rate monitor beeps incessantly as time creeps by. It was unknown how long I sat there before I started to fall asleep again. I shook myself. I wouldn’t fall asleep again until I saw Kiri awake.

So I stood again, deciding to leave briefly to get a cup of coffee and call people. Mainly Ma, Pa (what I call Mr. and Mrs. Kirishima) and Katsuki. They deserved to know what had happened.

It went about as well as expected. They were upset (Katsuki vowing to roast Kiri for being so sloppy as to let that villain get a hit on him), but promised to get here soon.

I then got my coffee and headed back to Kiri’s room, only to find him standing and gazing at the sunrise out of his window, his IV pole clutched beside him. 

I gulp. Time to see what was what with him. I grin and walk over. “Beautiful, huh?” I ask, sipping the coffee. He flinches, jerking his head to look at me.

“Yea- -uh...did...did the doctors send you?” He asks, stunned, cheeks red. I blanch. Of course. Memory loss was a high probability, the doctor had said.

“N-no.” I murmur, gulping the coffee to avoid talking. How was I supposed to deal with this?! How long would this last?!

“Wow…” He breathes, taking me in and smiling. “You must be the prettiest woman in the whole world.” It’s almost like he wasn’t aware he was talking out loud. I blush. Even without memories of our marriage, he was attracted to me. 

“Thanks.” I reply, chuckling. It then drops. “...Do you know my name?” I ask tentatively. Eijiro frowns, scanning me again.

“...I’m sorry, but no...should I?” I sigh. Of course he wouldn’t remember...

“Takara.” I reply. “It’s Takara Kirishima.” There. I’d kinda told him. He’d have to piece it together now. His eyes narrow in thought, then go wide.

“Are you my sister?” He asks. I snort.

“No. No, I’m not.”

“Cousin?” I smile.

“Not a cousin, either.”

“...Then...what?” He asks shyly. I roll my eyes.

“I’m your wife, dummy.” I chuckle, ruffling his hair. He blinks several times, then grabs my left hand. I slip the glove I hadn’t taken off and he stares at the simple sterling silver band around my ring finger.

“...We’re married?” He exclaims, staring at my face now. I grin proudly and nod.

“Yeah. For almost six years now.”

“Whoa, really?! How do I not remember that?! Man, I hit the jackpot!” I chuckle, scratching the back of my head, cheeks scarlet. Wow...

“The doctors aren’t really sure. You were admitted to the ER unconscious and had to go into a brief surgery to try and determine what happened. They still don’t know, but my guess is a Quirk’s to blame.” Kiri nods.

“I have one, too, right? A Quirk?” I nod.

“Yup. You can harden your body using your body’s carbon. Downside is you can’t do it forever.” He frowns, then grins happily.

“I think...I think I remember that!” He cries. “I use it to fight, don’t I?”

“Yup. You’re a hero. You help a lot of people at our agency.”

“Our agency?” Eijiro asks, head tilted. I grin.

“Yeah!” Just then, I hear the door open behind us. I glance over and see Katsuki glaring from the doorway, only halfway out of his costume, as well.

“Hey! Shitty Hair! Remember me?!” Kiri turns.

“...You know me?” He asks. Katsuki does a double-take, then scoffs.

“Right. Forgot. You let a villain hit you with some dumb memory loss Quirk. Your wife called me. I was closer than your parents are, but they’ll be here.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Kiri murmurs, looking at Katsuki’s outfit. “...Are you a hero, too?” Katsuki flinches in irritation, then deflates.

“Yeah. So’s your wife, dumbass.”

“Katsuki, thanks for coming, but don’t be mean.” I warn. I knew, however, that this was just Katsuki being Katsuki. He didn’t really mean it.

“Ground Zero, right? That’s...that’s your hero name?” Kiri suddenly asks, eyes lighting happily. Katsuki smirks.

“Finally, you remember something!” I roll my eyes.

“He remembered his Quirk and that he was a hero before you got here.” I point out.

“I don’t remember my hero name, though. Or yours, Takara. Sorry.” I wave that aside.

“No worries! You wanted to model your hero image after Crimson Riot, so you chose Red Riot as your hero name as an homage.” Eijiro’s eyes light up.

“Oh, right! He’s so manly and hardcore! What’s yours?” I chuckle and rub the back of my neck awkwardly. It always sounded weird when I explained it out loud.

“Well, I’ve always liked foxes and wolves, so I chose Kitsune as my hero name.”

“That’s awesome!” I laugh.

“You had that reaction the day we chose our hero names, too.” I reminisce fondly.

“Yeah, back when you two made dopey heart-eyes at each other in class and we all pretended we didn’t see and wanna puke.” Katsuki adds, scoffing and crossing his arms. His smirk betrays his happiness, though.

“Really?” Eijiro asks, eyeing me.

“We-well, it was more like I made the heart-eyes and then, ah- -do you recall something called the USJ incident? It happened almost nine years ago…” Eijiro frowns.

“I...I think so. We were in some huge building, right? Combat training?” I shake my head.

“No.” I grimace. Even now, the memory was painful, my ribs recalling that day easily. “We were supposed to be doing rescue training.” I murmur. “Then villains attacked. My mom nearly died. She was our teacher.” Eijiro frowns.

“Oh. Right. I was the one who found you, right? Against a fountain with a nearly collapsed ribcage?” I nod.

“Yeah. That was a tough week.” He nods.

“Ah, you babies got over it.” Katsuki muses. “If you ask me, that’s when you two nerds started liking each other and making everyone around you nauseous with your mushy attitude.” Eijiro then blushes and tilts his head, scratching the back of his neck.

“Uh...Takara, I’ve been meaning to ask...do we have kids?” I smile, pulling my phone out. I pull up a picture of Senshi at his fifth birthday (just a few weeks ago), sharp teeth on display as he grins at the camera.

“Yeah; a son, Senshi.” My hand goes to my stomach subtly. I’d planned to tell him the revelation I’d had this morning, the one still waiting on our bathroom sink. But not now. I’d wait til he had more memories to tell him, though. Eijiro stares at the picture for a long minute or two, gently taking my phone.

“He’s just like me…” He murmurs. I nod.

“Yeah.” His black hair came from his father, but the large brown eyes were from my side. It was adorable, and an instant recipe for success on his end when he gave me the infamous ‘puppy eyes’. “He’s a good kid.”

“Yeah, that brat’s alright.” Katsuki admits, scoffing a little. Surprisingly, Katsuki handled Senshi well. He wasn’t usually too forceful and angry with the kid. He’d really come a long way since our high school days, when he’d terrified any child that dared look at him wrong.

“I can’t believe we’re married and have a kid..” Eijiro murmurs thickly, and I notice tears on his cheeks. “How could I have forgotten you? I’m sorry, Takara...I’m so sorry…” I hug him, tears forming in my eyes.

“Eiji, it’s okay.” I murmur, rubbing his back as he clutches me. “It’s not your fault.”

“If I’d just taken care of that villain, none of this would’ve happened.” Eijiro sobs. I blink.

“So...you remember?” I ask, drawing back just enough to look him in the eye.

“Bits and pieces. The more we talked, the more I remembered. The picture of Senshi was like the final key.” He says. “That guy’s Quirk wasn’t affected by my Hardening, and it only took a touch for it to work.” 

“Great, you remember, now stop dancing around each other and kiss already.” Katsuki grumbles before I can react. I laugh and hug Eijiro again. He’s blushing as we part a few moments later.

“...Can we?” He asks. “Can we kiss?” It was exactly what he’d said, the morning he’d confessed. We’d gone sunrise hiking and he’d asked that as we watched the dawn unfold. I smile and play with his hair, just like I had that morning.

“Of course you can.” I reply, continuing the reenactment, and he all but tackles me in elation, kissing me so eagerly, I’m pretty sure my lips are swollen and bruised.

“Oi! I know i told you to kiss, but come on! Knock it off!” Katsuki growls. I smile into the kiss and deepen it, knowing it would piss Katsuki off. Sure enough, he growls and is stalking over when Eiji pulls back to stick his tongue at Katsuki.

“Oh, lay off!” He replies. “You’re just jealous cus you’re still single.” Katsuki growls and grabs the front of Eiji’s hospital gown.

“What did you say?!” Katsuki growls.

“Oh, good; I see we were worried for nothing.” Comes the voice of my mother-in-law. I look behind Katsuki and wave.

“Hi, Ma!” I call. I generally call Mrs. Kirishima ‘Ma’ or ‘Mama’, and Mom...well, ‘mom’. “Turns out, Eiji got hit by a Quirk that knocks you out and gives you amnesia, but it’s nullified by showing the victim photos or talking about the missing memories, evidently. He remembers.” 

Ma nods. “Thank goodness.” Eijiro hugs his parents.

“Hey, guys.”

“Hello, Eijiro.” Ma replies. Pa smiles and ruffles his son’s hair.

“Gave us quite a scare there, son.” He says. “But, of course, you pulled through!” Eijiro nods.

“Cus Kirishima men always win!” He says proudly, fist-pumping his dad. I roll my eyes. That was part of the reason Kiri was so upset in Middle School; his father encouraged bravery and manliness in his son and when Eijiro failed to act in that attack, it whacked his self-esteem.

But, over time, he’d become every inch a brave, manly hero. And an even better man to be married to. I side-hug him and squeeze his side reassuringly. “And the Kirishima women will always support their man.” I add, chuckling as Ma nods.

“Agreed. Knew I liked you when I met you, Kara.” I grin.

This was what we’d always have; a family to fall back on, no matter how bad or weird things get. Family is priority. Always.

Crappy ending is crappy, but hope you liked the rest! XD

#bnha kirishima #eijiro kirishima #Eijiro Kirishima X OC #Eijiro Kirishima X Takara Yamada (OC) #Amnesia #Fanfiction #OC #Original Character #MHA OC #BNHA OC #BNHA #MHA #My Hero Academia #Boko No Hero Academia #Aiming for Fluff #Might've missed the mark tho

[whiteroseisendgame]

Here’s the Bumbleby Social Link of my Persona/RWBY crossover! For those of you that prefer, the full thing is below the cut of this post as well, Tumblr has been eating tags as of late so idk if this’ll even post, but whatever.

13/09 Yang asked me to hang out with her after school. It felt a little like she had something more to say to me, but we ended up going to a café and just… Enjoying each other’s company. Asked if I was enjoying my time at Beacon, unconscious teammate notwithstanding. Told her it was fun, partly because I enjoy seeing her face light up, though on some level I think it’s the truth. There’s this, passion, she carries with her wherever she goes, and it’s hard not to get caught up in it, to start enjoying life just that tiny bit more when she’s around. Even just sitting on a terrace and drinking tea, listening to her puns. In a way, it’s hard to picture this girl as the same one whose hair and eyes catch fire when she’s rushing down Shadows in the Dark Hour. But the smirk is the same, regardless of the situation. Ever-present. Encouraging. A spark that motivates the rest of us to do our best.

I am thou, thou art I. Thou hast formed a bond with the free spirit, an embodiment of power. We bestow upon you the gifts of the Strength Arcana. Strength Rank 1-Follow-Up Attack: Chance to follow-up should an attack trigger a One More

20/09 Got a text asking if I wanted to spend the Saturday with “my favourite teammate,” so she took me to the manufacturing district like some sort of twisted field trip. Not a single fiction book in sight. Plenty of manuals on what looked like ancient technology to leaf through, though. Strangely, when we’d stopped for lunch, she turned beet red before admitting she was the one who built her weapons. Apparently, most people who talk to her only do so for the looks, not expecting the brain that comes with them. Not that it was something I would have expected either. I reassured her it was nothing to be ashamed of; after all, we could use that expertise to make our equipment better. A conclusion she came to herself, offering to enhance anything we found in Beacon provided I also brought her the parts needed to do so.

Strength Rank 2- Start with a Yang: Yang is now capable of basic upgrades to your weapons.                                Back Talk: Chance to step in if Shadow negotiation fails.

22/09 Decided to spend my free time with Yang. On a whim, she offered to take me for a ride on Bumblebee. Honestly? I could get used to living life like this. Spontaneous, energetic, free. It’s like the antithesis to life with Adam, he had to control every. Little. Thing he could. Plus, she stopped at a flower store and ended up buying a bouquet of Deadly Nightshade, talking about how it should be my codename for missions. When she asked what flower I thought of when I pictured her, I answered honestly; Chrysanthemums, after all, I read somewhere that they symbolised optimism, and that’s what Yang is to me. On the other hand, it might’ve just been because they remind me of her hair. If she ever asks, I’m going with the first one. After all that, it felt like she wanted to say what she’d originally intended to on our first outing, but she stopped herself again, mumbling that it wasn’t the right time. Whenever she’s ready to tell me, I’ll listen.

Strength Rank 3- Baton Pass: Allows Yang to set up an enemy for a killing blow from a teammate.

29/09 Xiao-Long finally worked up the courage to talk to me about what was on her mind. Huh, calling her by her surname doesn’t work as well as when she does it to me. Having “Belladonna” shouted across the hallway certainly gets my attention every time! Before I knew it, I was being pulled into an empty classroom and listening, watching as Yang drew her uncle’s insignia on the board. She opened up to me about Raven (her mother), and her desperate attempt to find her when she was younger. Apparently, even Ozpin doesn’t know what happened first-hand, just Qrow’s last report, which he turned in before refusing to do any more work. I finally cracked and told her. About Adam, what the White Fang were doing, how they had access to the Dark Hour. How I couldn’t sleep because I was scared he’d find out where I ran off to. Strangely, she simply offered to stand guard in the hallway every night until I felt safe. Her own way of lightening the mood, and the insanity of the suggestion certainly did just that. After a comfortably long hug, long enough that we were both smiling by the end of it, she reiterated that she meant it. Something tells me I might actually be sleeping comfortably tonight.

Strength Rank 4- Intimidating Stance: Yang’s imposing stature means enemies may ask for less during a negotiation.

12/10 After taking out the train of White Fang, Yang stopped me at lunch to ask how I was doing. I didn’t even say anything, but I could feel my pulse start racing. Apparently, she could tell as well, insisting I spend time with her after school. Part of me considered ditching her; I didn’t want to talk about it. Not so soon after putting everyone in danger. Instead, we found a nice little ramen shop where Yang seemingly knew the owner. After a few whispered words, he returned with a huge bowl of tuna! Only noticed I was drooling when she reached to dab it off my chin with a napkin, embarrassingly, but the food was really good. She still ate way more than me, insisting it was her treat after the ordeal, and ignoring the fact I was holding all our funds from Shadow fighting. Granted, I’m sure people would be asking questions if I casually spent hundreds of thousands of Lien like it was nothing. I think it had its intended effect, though. Everyone had been handling me like I’d break if breathed on. We finally talked as friends again. Not as teammates, or in deference to me as field leader. On the way back to the dorm, she admitted to practicing more with weapon upgrades in her free time, saying she might have found a way to increase the firepower of our guns.

Strength Rank 5- Continue with a Yang: Firearm upgrades now available                                Harisen Recovery: Yang can now cure status ailments inflicted on party members

14/12 I agreed to see a film with Yang during our Christmas break. Her pick. She wouldn’t admit it, but I have a suspicion she based this choice on what she thought I’d enjoy. Action, but with a message. And a helpful dollop of mushy romance. Thankfully it wasn’t an adaptation of one of my books, I’m not sure anyone could properly translate them onto the big screen. What keeps going through my mind isn’t the film, however. At some point, I felt her hand gently graze mine, before gripping it more affirmatively. Caringly. Not that I was going to protest. Almost instinctively, my hand curled around hers in response, urging her not to let go without saying a word. For the rest of our time out, she did her best to avoid eye contact, like locking eyes would turn her to stone, or something. I couldn’t tell you what it meant, but I wasn’t opposed to most of the conclusions I reached. There was definitely something between us. While she’s probably embarrassed about it, as most people would be, I got to see a different side to her once again. For once, it felt like she let her guard down, stopped putting on airs and just… Enjoyed being herself, briefly. The girl I went out with today wasn’t Ruby’s sister or my second-in-command, but Yang herself. I’m not sure I can really put the sensation into words besides those, but it’s like we were dragged much closer than we’ve ever been before.

Strength Rank 6- Smooth Technique: Chance to step in during negotiation and steer discussion

03/01 I messed up. Seeing her in that hospital bed just drives it home. I can only imagine this is what I looked like to her as Adam towered over me. All motivation, just… gone. Resignation. I thought going alone would make it easier, and less like we were there to look after her. That I was coming to see her as a friend, like she’d done for me after the train. No amount of ramen could mend this. I did my best to make jokes like she did, but even that wasn’t working. When I finally got her to turn around, she was fixated on the bandages around my waist. My own reminder of the encounter. She asked me to take my jacket off, to let her see it. It was probably only a few seconds, half a minute at most, but it definitely felt like an eternity in uncomfortable silence. “Don’t go.” The last thing I expected Yang to say. Her smile was definitely forced, lacking in its assuredness. But I could see in her eyes that there was still determination, pleading, screaming for me not to go, that in that very moment she wouldn’t be able to bear it. Not after almost losing me once two nights ago. So I stayed. Held her remaining hand in both of mine. Watched it shake as she finally let all of her rage and despair boil over. “I’m not leaving.” Any other time, that line would be as cliché as they come, but not tonight. Tonight, it was the truth. And the weird thing? Afterwards, that was the first time I’d seen her smile properly since losing her arm. If it weren’t for the missing limb, you could’ve easily convinced me nothing happened that night.

Strength Rank 7- Endure: Chance to withstand a fatal attack with 1 HP remaining

01/02 Exactly a month. That was how little time it took Yang Xiao-Long to start training again. Admittedly, I jumped a little when I heard her ringtone after class, and it was hard not to blush when I found her leaning against the school gates, like a cool anime character, prosthetic sprayed yellow-and-black to match her aesthetic. On the surface, she was better. Laughing, joking, insisting firing her arm at Shadows was a viable combat tactic. But those cool amethyst eyes gave everything away. I didn’t press her on it; no matter how much I wanted to, trying to force her to open up would have the inverse effect, and I knew that. For today, we focused on getting her back in the field. What really stuck out to me was how quickly she’d come to accept the substitute as the real deal. In fact, were it not for the brightly coloured paintjob, you could be lulled into thinking it had always been there. Apparently, the weapon wasn’t in there when Weiss left the box outside her room, she referred to it as a “Yang special,” a shotgun hidden in the wrist. When we were done, she explained that, thanks to making her modifications, she might be able to tweak our weapons further before we next head into Beacon.

Strength Rank 8- Finish with a Yang- Upgrades to weapon critical hit chance are now available.

05/02 Even though I was the one who asked Yang to hang out with me, she still insisted on choosing where we go. Of all places, I didn’t expect to be back at the flower shop again. And she had a request. Pick out a flower that I thought represented her now, and she’d do the same for me. Even before doing it, the whole thing felt like a strange test, almost wanting to make sure my opinion hadn’t changed because of what happened. Or, at the very least, hadn’t changed to something she disliked. I don’t think it surprised her when we both picked something different to our first choices. She handed me a light purple rose, explaining that it meant love at first sight, and adding that she thought purple things complemented my eyes well. My choice was slightly less romantic. A black tulip, an association I’d formed with her after finding out that specific colour represents strength. No one else could possibly understand how strong Yang was to me. No other people were there when she saved me from Adam. When she stood up to the one person, I thought was unbeatable. And stood back up again when he tried to destroy her. The bear hug was unexpected though. She was practically in tears the moment I explained. We both knew there was more between us now. You just don’t do what Yang’s done for me on friendship alone. Love. It’d always been there, I think. Especially since she thinks of me as being a love at first sight. The hand-holding, wanting me to stay despite telling everyone else to leave, all of it was shoved into focus now I had a glimpse of her perspective. Even opening up about personal things, things she couldn’t tell anyone else. Our trust was more than that of good friends, of teammates. Somehow, we’d fallen right into each other’s laps. And I was all the happier for that.

Strength Rank 9- Protect: Chance for Yang to take a fatal blow for Blake. It would seem your relationship with Yang is getting intimate.

10/02 Yang finally let me pick where we go on a date. Feels weird calling it that. A good weird, though, like it’s what we should’ve been calling these outings the whole time. Something tells me she knew I’d just want to ride somewhere on Bumblebee, already knowing “just the place” after I suggested it. A small piece of nature, untouched by the sprawling metropolis below. Even the road we’d stopped on was a fair walk away. Almost too many types of flower to count. And a small clearing just on the edge of the cliff. The romantic in me wants to say it was just big enough for two people, though that’s probably an exaggeration. She grabbed my hand again, without hesitation this time, and promised we’d do everything together, even when we’re done with school and the Dark Hour. I believed her, too. Especially when she leaned in for a kiss. Had to stop myself blurting out “finally!” But it was worth it. I never want to be apart from her again. From the sounds of it, I’ll never have to be, either. My Yang was back. The one who stood by me when my worst nightmare came true, and had the balls to fight it. The Yang that opened up to me because she saw me as an equal, not as someone to be protected. We’ve both grown so much from when we started, and we’ve still got a ways to go, but now we can do it together.

Strength Rank 10- BumbleBY: When Blake and Yang are in a party together, both are immune to status effects.

#bumbleby #rwby #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #bmblb

[peachyjie]

Minus 20? || Zhu Zheng Ting

A/N : So this is a prompt I am really amused in, and am nervous on how this will turn out. But idk how did it turned from badass mafia shooting people to woosh and swoosh Mom I made a unicorn. It took me 3 days to get this brain unclogged and inspiration finally hits me so thank the lord also. Enjoy :>

Requested : Yes, the anon is getting more and more creative each days (Req are back in business ya’ll!)

Pairing : Zhu Zheng Ting - Reader

Genre : Hogwarts!AU + fluff

Summary : Just the usual and iconic Hufflepuff who ended up falling for a Slytherin who’s brother is the Hufflepuff prefect. Yea, that should sums it up.

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“Slytherin takes the win!”

Ziyi gasped for air as the game ended, he laid down on the ground trying to even out his breathing. He stared in silence as the group of Slytherin broke into cheers, some coming down to heave up their seeker, Wang Linkai or known more as Xiaogui who himself has a proud grin on his face.

Xukun came over the heaving prefect and held out his hand. “It’s okay man, there’s next time”, Ziyi nodded before giving himself up to be pulled by Xukun. They congratulated the fellow players from Slytherin before getting off ready for dinner.

“To the 3rd year in a row!”, as the clinks of glass was heard with the proud voice from the Slytherin prefect filled the dining hall. Once again celebrating their unbeaten glory.

Yanjun, Slytherin’s prefect had his arm slung around Linkai, and laughed at the little seeker. Ziyi and the other hufflepuff sat quietly on their side of the table, already done with the game.

Zhengting, a fellow Hufflepuff beater sighed. Xukun nudged him and laughed. “We’re only in our 6th year, cheer up”

Ziyi held up his glass, a warm smile on his face. “To Hufflepuff, who played our best”, Zhengting smiled before clinking his glass on his. Zhengting nodded.

“To Hufflepuff”

“Wang Zi Yi”, all eyes snapped on the figure. You stood in your glory, pride as the green robe drapped on your figure. A fellow Slytherin on the Hufflepuff table.

Wang Y/N, known broadly in the Slytherin’s house. Not by her name, but by her status. Known to be the younger sibling of an Hufflepuff, many had it hard to believe that you’re put in Slytherin.

But Ziyi does, he knows how different you are from him. Since young you’ve shown your traits as a Slytherin whilst he is your polar opposite. So getting in Hogwarts, even he was as confident as you that you’ll be put in Slytherin.

Which also resolve to a lot of people, even the professors questioning which one of you are adopted.

Ziyi smiled. “May I ask why are you in the Hufflepuff table, Wang Y/N?”, you scoffed at your brother’s statement. You stared at Xukun and Zhengting who was ogling on you, and gave out a cold nod.

You slammed down a small parchment box and turned around walking back to your table, going beside Linkai and started joke with the other teams in process.

“That was rude”, Zhengting mumbled. Ziyi only shakes his head softly, a smile still on his face. He took the box and opened it, laid inside is a Burning Bitterroot Balm and a smal note.

“She’s always like that”, Ziyi said staring at Zhengting. Zhengting could see the adoring brotherly love aura penetrating from Ziyi.

Ziyi stared at the small paper and laughed slightly, Zhengting managed to take a small peak on it before Ziyi hid it in his pocket.

You did great, don’t push yourself Ge

“A Slytherin’s soul in a whole. But with me, a Hufflepuff’s heart”

Basically since then, Zhengting started noticing you more often. Especially since you always pass by in the hallways and would oftengreet Ziyi whenever you see him, occasionally giving a small nod to Zhengting and Xukun.

He would learn from Ziyi how you’re so ambitious and so determined to ace all of your subjects, it made you the top in every single class. He knew how you’re also born in natural intelligence, but still stay humble trying to learn more. You’re not cocky but can be cunning when times comes.

It peaks others interest on others whenever they sees you in the hall or basically, anywhere. You’re the professors favorite, sparks others interest which made you the center of love confession. It intrigued Zhengting.

“You obviously have an interest for Y/N”, Zhengting left out a gasp from Ziyi’s words. “Impossible!”, Zhengting yelped as he snatched his broomstick out of Ziyi’s hands.

“From your eyes that sparkles whenever I told stories about my life and Y/N’s to your unending interest about Y/N. Sure, you’re whipped”, Ziyi pats Zhengting’s shoulder with a warm smile on his face.

“I swear, I don’t hav-”

“Oh look, bees buzzing down in their hopeless dreams”, a sudden voice came booming on the fields. The Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team spun around staring at the figure.

The fellow Slytherin’s prefect, Lin Yan Jun. Accompanied by his friends, Wang Lin Kai and Huang Justin. Smirking, he walked closer. Their green robes majestically flows smoothly on their figure.

“Is there anything you need, Yanjun?”, Ziyi asked calmly as he stepped forward. Shielding the others in process. “Just want to see how are you all doing after losing again”, Yanjun mocks and shrugs a little.

“Were bummed but we’re confident enough on the next game, thank you for your concern”, his cool tone peaks the fire in Yanjun. Yanjun stared at Zhengting and scoffs. “This is the useless beater, huh?”

Zhengting widen his eyes in shock, he marches to Yanjun before Ziyi held him down. Ziyi gave him the eye, a meaning to not piss the prefect off. “If you are here not to summon me for any meeting but mock us, I would tell you nicely to leave”, Ziyi stared at Yanjun, which made him laughed.

“A Hufflepuff trying to tell a Slytherin off?”, Yanjun walked closer. Linkai noticed the movement of his prefect’s hands, going in his robe to fetch his wand. He tried to stop him, but was pushed off by Justin who shakes his head on him.

Ziyi stood still, knowing what will happen. “Who do you think you are? Just because your younger sibling is in Slytherin, it doesn’t make you less worthless.”, Yanjun hissed out.

Ziyi smiled, how amusing it was to piss this boy out. “At least Y/N is actually adored and loved by everyone, while you’re trying to act worthy”, Ziyi spite back. This was enough to peaks the other prefect’s off.

Yanjun launches himself on Ziyi, wand in his hand. “Sectum-”

Ziyi was too slow on taking his wand to even defend himself, but he didn’t need to. Out of nowhere, Yanjun felt a sudden force on him. The force was enough to snatch his wand and threw it all across the field.

“This isn’t how a proper duel should be conducted, is it?”

Wand held high, you glared at your own prefect. You walked in front of Ziyi, shielding him from anymore spells. You held your gaze with Yanjun, hard and cold.

“Didn’t I tell you not to bloody mess with my brother, Lin Yan Jun?”

Ziyi tried to grip your hand but you coldly shrugs him off. “Who told you to step into my business, Y/N?”, you stare hard at Yanjun. Your wand glowing, pointing at his chest. Yanjun could clearly feel the radiating warmth.

“I’ve warned you, Yanjun”, you hissed out his name. “Do not mess with my brother”, you glared at Yanjun. Yanjun was about to step forward before Linkai and Justin pulled him away from getting near you.

Professor Zhang walked as fast as he could, raising his voice. “What is the meaning of this?”. He stared at you, your wand still on hand. “Wang Y/N, I expected more professionalism aside of petty spell plays from you. Or was I expecting too much?”

Zhengting walked beside you, trying to interrupt. “But Professor-”, you held his arm. Your grip tight but still soft enough to not hurt him. Zhengting stared at you confused before noticing the hint you’re giving off.

“I am sorry, Professor Zhang”, you replied holding your gaze on your professor. “A simple apologies won’t be enough, miss Wang. Haven’t your prefect teach you the common rules on dueling on the grounds of Hogwarts?”

You turned around staring at Yanjun, slowly giving him a smile. You mouthed to him, and only to Yanjun. “I’ve warned you”

“Deduction of 20 points from Slytherin”

Yanjun stared at you in horror. Zhengting couldn’t take it anymore, he dashes out to the Professor but ended up tripping on his own two feet. You gasped.

When the Professor left the field, you went to help Zhengting up. Dusting the excess dirt of him. Zhengting swore he could feel heat radiating to his face right now, but tried hard to not show it.

“You bloody did it! You’re making us lose the House Cup!”, Yanjun yanked your shoulder forcing you to stared at him. But Ziyi was fast enough, he grips on Yanjun’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Ziyi”, you said to him calmly.

You didn’t do much, just slightly walking near Yanjun and a firm grip on his hand. “I’ve warned you. Mess with my brother, ever bloody business of his involves me”

You gave a knowing look to Linkai and Justin, who nodded at you. Before you know it, the fields were back in normal peace.

You stared at Zhengting in concern. “Are you okay?”, you asked in worry. Zhengting too flustered just blabbered nonsense, making him more embarrassed. You giggled in the process.

“Do you need to go to the Hospital Wing?”, you asked out joking. This made Zhengting laughed and shook his head. You stared at Ziyi, glaring at your brother.

“You tripped him”

Ziyi held up his hand in defense, acting innocent. You could only laugh. You were about to walk back to your next class before Zhengting grabs one of your hand, stopping you.

“We made your house lose 20 points, at this rate your house-”

You put a hand on top of his and smile softly. Zhengting could feel his heart skipped a beat, and the warmth of your hand didn’t help the rapid beating either. “I would sacrifice my life to keep you guys alive than winning a bloody House Cup”

Zhengting could feel his heart beating faster and all those mushy feeling in him, the warmth slowly circling in his insides. He stared at you, and he didn’t even care if he stared too long.

Ziyi coughed, taking both of your attention. “This is such a mundane things, I swear”, Ziyi raised his eyebrow. He walk his way to Zhengting, grabbing his collar and pulling him up. Slinging his arm on his shoulder, Ziyi smiles at you.

“Wang Y/N”, Ziyi called you. You crossed your arm and stared at your brother in your usual poker face. “Go to Hogsmeade with this beater on your weekend”

Zhengting stared at Ziyi in horror, he was so ready to hex his own prefect. “Oh, Y/N’s blushing”, Ziyi teased. Zhengting spun his head around, and he got a heart attack. The slight tone of pink decorating your cheeks, whilst you’re trying to tone it down by playing your hands on your burning face.

Zhengting thinks you look cute

You coughed, clearing your throat. “Let’s see if I can gain back that 20 points before this weekend”, giving them a small nod you ran back to the building trying to hide away your embarrassment.

Zhengting stared at Ziyi, punching him on the chest. “You’re an idiot”

Ziyi watched in disbelief. “I helped you scored a date with your crush!”. Zhengting gasp in horror, he stared at Ziyi. “Y/N rejected me you bloody idiot!”

“No”, Ziyi crossed his arm, staring down at Zhengting. “If others think scoring 20 points is a hassle, for Y/N it’s a piece of cake”

“Does that mean-”

“Yes you bloody idiot, she agreed on the date to Hogsmeade”, Ziyi took Zhengting’s broomstick and pass it to him. “So do well on the date, fellow bee”

Zhengting stood there, frozen. He got a date with a Slytherin, with you. He stands rooted on his spot not moving until Ziyi had to drags him back to practice. “We still have practice, don’t forget that”

“You tripped me, remember that”, Zhengting scowls.

Making the prefect’s laugh resonates the green fields

#9% #idol producer #nine percent #zhu zhengting #idol producer scenarios #idol producer imagines #nine percent scenarios #nine percent imagines #9% scenarios #9% imagines #9 percent scenarios #9 percent imagines #zhu zhengting scenarios #zhu zhengting imagines #written scenarios

[studiobeebo]

Slowly/Surely

I FINALLY FUCKING WROTE SOMETHING FOR TETSUTETSU AND TSUKIKO!! theyre lowkey my favs so idk why this took so long jgjhg. it might get a second part but  i havent decided yet oh well. but ye its super cliche and self indulgent of my love for them but hope someone enjoys anyways jgjhg

This was something Monoma would surely be ashamed of and honestly, Tetsutetsu wasn’t feeling too hot about this either.

It seemed he was on a roll of being pathetic, starting with being too much of a wuss to even introduce himself to the cute girl he’d practically been dreaming about ever since he noticed her cheering him on during the sports festival despite not even knowing him. It took Kirishima noticing how his words would trail off and his eyes would latch onto Tsukiko whenever she walked by to figure out that he had a thing for her, but Tetsu couldn’t tell if Kirishima just happening to be best friends with her was a good thing or a bad thing. Even after Kirishima had practically forced him to eat lunch with him and his friends ‘just this once so he could meet Kiko’, he still wasn’t all that sure about how forward Kirishima was about it. Hell, he practically had to punch him in the face while he sat with them to keep him from blurting out that Tetsu had been silently pining over his horned friend for weeks.

Despite the struggles of Kirishima having a big mouth, it was actually nice to finally meet the girl he’d been thinking about and god was she just as awesome as he imagined she would be. She was bright as the sun and sweet as honey, plus she had to be one of the cutest girls he had ever seen and her small stature just made him want to pick her up and hug her. Yeah, he was a tad bit lovestruck, and no matter how loud the side of his brain that was saying ‘Gross! Man up and get rid of all these mushy thoughts!’ got, the side that was absolutely smitten with this girl he hardly knew was so much louder.

Still, he bided his time, telling himself he was just waiting for the right time and place to start talking to her, but that never happened. Perfect opportunity after perfect opportunity to speak with her was placed out before him, yet he could never bring himself to take those first steps. All it took was the sound of her cheerful voice yelling a happy ‘Morning Tetsutetsu!’ from across the hall when he’d see her and his heart was already a wreck, seeming to have sealed his lips, maybe to keep him from saying something stupid, and instead send an awkward and pretty lame wave her way before she was off. He was starting to get sick of himself, to be completely honest, and that was the reason he found himself awkwardly lingering around the classroom entrance to class 1-C.

While his focus may or may not have been on Tsukiko the day he had eaten lunch with Kirishima and all his friends, he did talk to everyone else and take note of a few things, one of those things being that Tsukiko and the American girl ‘Maile’ seemed to be pretty close. They weren’t nearly as close as the other, more aggressive and slightly threatening American seemed to be with Maile, but he could tell by their vibrant chatter that they got along pretty well. Even outside of class when he would see some other 1-C or 1-A students, he noticed that if Tsukiko wasn’t with Kirishima, she was usually with Maile. So naturally instead of, you know, just starting a conversation with the lighthearted girl herself, he decided his best course of action was to ask Maile about her instead. As a few students began to trickle into the classroom that morning, he was starting to realize how weird this was because of the odd looks he was given for just waiting outside a classroom that wasn’t his own, but he was happy to finally catch sight of that blonde hair that stood out pretty well. Unfortunately, however, he barely had a chance to open his mouth before he was shoved to the side by someone he hadn’t even seen beforehand.

“Get lost b-list loser.” An annoyed voice rang out only for him to look down and realize it was the less pleasant ‘other American’, who’s name he had forgotten, as she moved past him into the classroom.

“Sorry, her alarm went off early and she couldn't sleep so now she’s extra grumpy..” A kinder, more familiar voice reached him and he was happy to look up to see an apologetic face.

“That’s okay, she’s kinda...always like that, right?” He questioned, honestly not knowing much about the girl other than what Kirishima had told him.

“Yuup, give or take. It just depends. Were you looking for Mr. Yamada?” She asked, moving off to the side so she wasn’t in the way of the other people trying to get into the classroom and watching as he followed suit, noting  the odd blush that bloomed on his cheeks that definitely didn’t match the weirdly determined and serious look on his face.

“I was actually looking for you!” He somewhat yelled, as if he were currently physically forcing the words to leave his lips as he continued. “Er, I guess I was going to ask you about something.”

“Something?” She questioned, finding this encounter to be becoming weird and weirder since she’d only ever really talked to him once or twice, so she couldn’t think of anything he would have to ask. “Go ahead I guess.”

For a moment he seemed to hesitate as she sat patiently waiting for his response only for him to lean down a bit and speak in a tone that she was guessing was meant to be a whisper, but it really wasn’t. “I was going to ask you about, uh, Tsukiko. About the kinds of things she likes and...stuff..” He faltered, trailing off as he realized he didn’t really know exactly what he was asking for. Maybe it was dumb to ask, but he just felt like if he knew what to say or what to talk about when speaking to Tsukiko, then maybe he could actually work up a conversation with her without getting too nervous.

Maile hummed, not even thinking about the implications of his question at first, but as she went to ask why he didn’t just ask her himself, the puzzle of a blushing face, hushed voice, and heartfelt determination that stood before her suddenly made sense. It was ironic considering how Kiko could have easily been his biggest fangirl in the school without even knowing him and here he was not even knowing just how often she would gush about a boy she had only met once, so it was hard for her not to laugh. Still, seeing the look of embarrassment grow on his face made her realize he was probably already nervous enough and laughing at him definitely wouldn’t help as she simply shook her head and smiled.

“I guess I could help you out a bit. Though it’s probably gonna take longer than the amount of time you have to stand in front of our classroom before she gets here.”

As if on cue, the sound of the rather loud conversation shared between Kirishima and Tsukiko could be heard from the other end of the hallway. The first thing Tetsu thought was that he would have killed to have a connection with Tsukiko like Kirishima had, he made it seem so easy after all, but Maile was right about his bad timing. e got the first step of his ‘plan’ out of the way though, now all that was left was the hard, or harder, part.

“Right! I guess we could talk at lunch!” He said, a more genuine smile that wasn’t as nervous lighting up his face as he gave her a thumbs up.

“Sure, sounds good to me. Talk to you later then!” She responded, returning the thumbs up before making her way into the classroom and to her seat, somewhat ignoring the rude questioning of Mira asking what ‘the lame version of Kirishima’ wanted.

While it wasn’t much of a conversation, he had to admit he did feel a bit better about the whole situation and had hopes that maybe this would help settle his thoughts and emotions. That was, until he turned around to head to his own class only to run right into the girl in question.

“Oh hey Tetsutetsu! Sorry ‘bout that, what’s up?” She asked, that same sweet smile gracing her lips as she took a step back to make some space between the two before her face got too hot.

“I was..I had to talk to Kirishima about something!” He blurted out, stating the first name that stupidly popped into his head and regretting it only seconds later.

“Oh! Well he’s..in Class 1-A, this is 1-C.” She spoke politely, trying not to make him think she was treating him like an idiot, she had just assumed he knew what class Kirishima was in by now.

“Right, I..forgot. About the classes I mean. Like where they are. Er, I mean where- where Kirishima’s classroom is...but I remember now, so..”  He sputtered out, doing a perfectly horrible job of covering for himself, but the small laugh his words earned from Tsukiko made it somewhat worth it.

“Ohh, okay! I guess I’ll see you later then, have a good rest of your day though!” She said, giving him one last smile before finally moving past him and letting the giddy smile on her face grow to its full potential once she was out of his view.

Okay, so his meeting with Maile really hadn’t helped much with settling his emotions, judging by how hot his face now felt. Still, he was now on square one, which was one square ahead of where he was before, so all that was left was to keep moving, maybe slowly, but surely forward until there were no squares left to step on.

#mha #mha oc #my oc #tsukiko kojima #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #tetsukiko

[brokenhayatim]

the projectionist

[now playing: the projectionist & north by sleeping at last]

this has been a long time coming but i couldn’t put my words to paper screen.

when hands are tied and clocks are ticking an audience convinced: we’re leaning in  holding our breath again

i can’t wait to go back to my place. i used to say that a lot, not out of spite or rudeness but because i genuinely couldn’t wait to be back to my own calm. its hit me now how i’ll no longer have that. and i wish i could feel finally sad or even say i’m still overwhelmed and confused, but it’s this sense of somber longing i guess. longing to keep something so good and somber at the reality that i just..won’t have that soon. i began calling this place home years ago and not because of the state (please, i would’ve anywhere but this state if not for the people i’ve met here) but because it’s my home. i more than just studied here, i built a fresh start, a life here. and i feel like i won’t have that again. is this what people feel like when they move out of their home of like 14 years that they raised 4 children and adopted 3 dogs in. it’s more tough than i thought, you know. every lease i’ve signed (shaking bc commitment may i add) i’ve always know i would be here the next, even though not in the same place and living with the same people, i’d still be here. i get emotional and nostalgic thinking of my former places every time i move, and i still think back to my first. i remember moments so vividly and what the apartment looked like from every square inch. but this is different. i moved an entire state away, essentially to be alone, and i love it. i love that i don’t depend on people for the simple things and less for the difficult things. i love that i have a routine. i like that i come home and i’m alone (roommates, i know, but it’s different). i go to the grocery store alone, i’ve learned the way and i’ve walked. i like that i could walk to target and walgreens, because i’ve learned the way. i like that i don’t have to depend on driving especially, i take a few ubers but even then, i’m comfortable doing that. something new york asiya would never have been. i go for mri’s alone. i walk to uni alone and back (except when i take the bus bc gurl i would sweat). i go the airport and fly alone, something i’ve loved. don’t get me wrong i love my siblings and miss them dearly but that’s what visits are for, and we have those every few months. no one has also came to visit me except my sister twice, and would i really want them too..i don’t know. **to expand on that first time at a later date** but now my brain is like ‘come. see the life i’ve made for myself. i want to show you all i’ve built’.

we'll tell our stories on these walls. every year, measure how tall and just like a work of art we'll tell our stories on these walls

i’m not ready for so many unknowns. where will i live soon? how many jobs will i have to apply for and which ones? even simplest things like where will i do my laundry? i’ve babbled about this but i’m so incredibly grateful for the apartments that i’ve had with amenities. my sisters are always shocked to know how i live at such a small price, but student housing [chef’s kiss]. but things like central ac and in home laundry, i’ve never thought of that, but new york i’ll have to. i’ll probs have to buy my room ac and walk for laundry if i live in the city. i can’t imagine i’d get a graphic design job or something similar anywhere near where i live, so the city i shall be. how far will i have to go to the store? what may happen on the way? i’ve sometimes worried about walking to the store here, mostly when they have kidnappers on the loose, but i always feel more safe than not. i walk 20/30 mins to target and walgreens on foot on the side of the main road and i’ve taken public transportation too. story on that, i told my first roommate how to get to the store from the bus and she was terrified so i went with her and she was like ...i can’t do this alone, i’ll just call a car. would new york asiya have done that too? probably not. because florida me is more independent (idk if bold or courageous is the word) and probs just a little crazy. ubers also are way more expensive in new york, just to add on that. i’ve taken the subway and train alone in new york and have walked blocks alone around nyu and parks. i know new york well, where i live and a bit of the city, but it’s not the same. my dream would be like keeping what i have here and copy and pasting it into the state of new york. i’ve always been and felt like a new yorker here, not once a floridian. i definitely don’t even do that school pride thing, some people actually never knew where i went to college. new york is also home for me, but it’s like my baby home. sometimes i think i was genuinely crazy coming here alone and not even knowing anything about the state nor ever seeing the university. but it was the best thing. i’m always depressed, yes, and i hate people, yes. but despite all of me being a constant emotional tragedy, i really love what i have here. it’s my own. i’ve become that person that tells you directions or tells you where to get what where. and now i’ll have to go back to someone that has to ask 89 questions and gets lost 14 times. ah, but if only i was rich and i could have it all. 

so we’re leaving,  we’re leaving our shadows behind us now we’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now

i can’t wait to go back to my place. i’ll no longer have a home to run off to for months when i don’t feel right. i’ve actually booked flights earlier than i and my family planned/expected just to jet sometimes. i always come back with my suitcase(s) and feel at home walking into my place. i know, inshallah, i’ll have that again in new york or wherever i am, but i HATE CHANGE. its such a big shift that i’m like..can we do baby steps?? i haven’t even been avoiding it for months, i’ve genuinely forgotten until like march when i had to decide on graduation stuff. and now i’ve opened my suitcase and feel like i’m doing my my clothes wrong by putting them in a suitcase to travel a state away and not a few streets. my 3 apartments have essentially been in between two streets, you see one, turn right and drive down, there’s another, turn left and then another left, drive down the road and there’s my current one, which is about two minutes from the first if you drive up a little down. it’s legit a square..but irrelevant. i know i can always come back to visit, but it won’t be the same. my social interaction meter already runs out in like 24 hours as it is then i need to come back home, imagine if i have to stay at someone’s house for like 3 days, lord. i don’t really know if it’s leaving that’s unsettling or going back knowing i won’t be fully alone from people that know me. 

(not so) tangent I: i always daydreamed of traveling to another state and getting a place there. my friend is thinking of coming from germany to practice dentistry here and we could find a place together. i know moving half way across the world for someone seems like a terrible idea, and i’ve lowkey done that coming here between states, but almost seven years of adoring each other’s existence makes you mushy and a little crazy. i feel like i’ll be awkward living with friends bc i’m such a loner, but who knows. the only thing getting her through these months of her final year in dentistry school is this idea and we’ve said inshallah every other week basically so inshallah, if it’s best for us. wild also that i knew her before she even started uni, way before she started dentistry school, like damn i hadn’t realized it’s been that long. 

ACTUAL tangent part II: late 2020/2021 was gonna be my planned travel year. rose was gonna have her dentistry school graduation in february so i was gonna go with more bouquets than my hands could hold. but before that i really wanted to see noor in like late december/january (shoutout to her getting her license i will never not be proud. am i smiling right now typing this? yes). i would find a way to not die in one of those taxis for this surprise, wait outside in the rain (if the sky allows) and play a neighbourhood song outside her window with my iphone that would get water damage and die, then i would sing it (i memorized the lyrics on the flight over, duh). point is, i wanted to see her first and also in one of the least hottest months bc although i would die for her, i’m not going out from heat stroke. thank you miss covid-19, i must postpone that to 2041. i would say i could move to dubai, but i love wearing black and not like..oh yeah..dying. with germany, (ironically enough where my cousin and i were gonna go, me for uni) i can barely speak english let alone learn another language. i wouldn’t subject anyone to murica so alternative options are encouraged. anyways, it’s like the virus knew i was an absolute loser. and it’s as if i have a bug to just keep hopping on planes to avoid having to deal with myself for more than twelve minutes. additional tangent, sometimes i think about how i’ve known noor for five years and like four of those years, we’ve spoken like every day..like how the hell do we do this??? we’ve exhausted every topic humanly possible and still find something new. imagine if we met and it was just [crickets] jhfghfg. i would say we share a braincell and she has it, but i feel like she has five at least. i always have the same tangent topic that literally should just be it’s own solo post..ANYWAYS. 

let the years we're here be kind, be kind let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide settle our bones like wood over time, over time

i’m gonna continue this later bc the tangent sent my mind in a whole different direction ,, what are thoughts

#imagine how many typos this house #will update at later emo date #and yes my suitcase is open and no i have not packed anything #asiya's thoughts

[trashtfcanons]

♥ x ♥ Whirl? this blog is so great!

AHH Ty! Happy belated Valentine’s! :3c fluff birb time~ Update: this has become a ficlet omg idk why but something just told me this one needed a crazy, off-the-cuff story BRACE YOURSELF FOR 10/10 TRASH FLUFF

Whirl isn’t much for any holiday, he thinks they’re silly (unless it gets him off work of course, in that case he’ll be there, waving a little flag in the corner). You’re also quite the anti-Valentine’s day advocate apparently, when you remembered the big V-day was coming up you began to rant incessantly about it. In the morning you’d grumble about how many days left until it was “that damn ass-kiss circus,” in your usual afternoon adventures you’d rant about you wanted to be Cybertronian so bad so you didn’t have to deal with the terrible mushy stuff humans get-off on, even before bed you griped about it’s a capitalist holiday, and that participating in it meant that you were fuelling ‘THE MAN™.’ 

At one point you growled so loud in anguish after a whispered monologue about the need to focus on much more important things happening in February, you had almost alerted Magnus to your presence in the rafters above him, just as Whirl was getting ready to drop some old energon right onto his head.

Whirl has never seen you so stuck on a particular thing, and it’s kind of put a dampener on both of your mojo’s recently (he does appreciate the hate fire though, so he’ll listen and cheer on your anger anyway). He does notice however, that the closer the day approaches, the less passionate you become on the topic, you’ve just become kinda… Deflated – sad and tired about it. Your rants become miserable recounts of how you’d spent Valentine’s days of the past alone after some sort of breakup. 

In a rare cosmic anomaly: Whirl pauses to think about it. The way you’ve been acting lately worries him, and he figures that nothing ever worries him. Naturally, after discussing it with his inner voice, he decides this is kind of a big deal.

So on one of the rare days you don’t skip your assigned duties, Whirl goes to the only bot who can help him get this lovey-dovey stuff done right. Drift is ecstatic to help, and the two get to scheming. 

^  ^  ^

You had woken up to complete silence today, confused as to why you weren’t hearing the energetic drill sergeant voice Whirl usually used to get you out of bed. Figuring he’s either being chewed out by Magnus for your latest stunt or had early morning chores and didn’t want to wake you, you go about your usual business. You’re just about done fixing your hair when you remember what day it is today, and you groan, an overwhelming blasé suddenly washing over you.

A short urgent knock on your habsuite door almost makes you jump, and you grumble as you begrudgingly shuffle towards it. Opening the door, you are suddenly facing a panicky-looking Tailgate, whimpering as he twiddles his thumbs and shifts his gaze to avoid looking you in the eye. You raise a brow, he looked more stressed than usual. 

“Hey Tailgate, what’s up? And what’s with the face?” You ask. The minibot shifted from foot to foot nervously, stuttering as he spoke: “I-It’s Cyclonus and Whirl, they’re fighting a-again,” he fumbles with the words, whimpering. You relax a little, rolling your eyes and snorting in relief, so that’s where that giant bird-brain went off to so early; “ Tailgate they’ll be fine they do this all the time, you know I can never talk him out of– hey!” The minibot grabs your wrist and proceeds to tug you out of your doorway and into the hall at a hurried pace, cutting you off. “No! It’s not j-just that! It’s serious this time… and it doesn’t look good for Whirl… I’m scared.” You paused from struggling in his grip, not really processing what he said immediately. Your heart began rapidly beating against you chest. “Where are they Tailgate?” you breathe, the minibot points to himself “I can take you th–” you painfully wrench your wrist from his hand, frantic. “Where are they Tailgate?!”

^  ^  ^

You struggle onto the steps of Swerve’s bar, cursing on every tier as you pull yourself up and swing your legs over each edge, running to the next to repeat. You can’t really hear any shouting or fighting from the bar, but it could just be because your heartbeat felt like it was in your ears. The second Tailgate had told you they were at Swerve’s you made a run for it, leaving the minibot behind. Stupid decision, but you couldn’t really think straight, trying to decide how you’d execute Cyclonus if you were too late. Ten wasn’t even stationed at the door, which worried you even more.

Too late…The words echo in your head. You pick up your pace as you near the top, your breathing laboured as you call out for Whirl. You get no immediate response, and instead hear a glass break.  You practically fly over the last step and the words escape your lips before you take in your surroundings : “CYCLONUS! If you’ve hurt him for real I’m calling the fucking DJD my–…” the words trail off as you finally process the scene around you.

 The room was decorated floor to ceiling in giant red and pink hearts, mechs from all corners of the ship were seated at the bar and in the booths, optics on you. Even Swerve had paused from serving colourful bubbly drinks. In the middle stood Drift and Whirl, looking like they were interrupted mid-conversation. “-..self” you finish, dumbfounded. 

Upon seeing you, Whirl ex-vents and stomps his foot. “Tailgate screwed up! That little scrap-heap was supposed to take you the long way so we’d have more time!” he whines. He walks over and lowers a claw for you to step onto, and so you do, your brain still trying to work out what you’re seeing. Sheepishly, he tries to explain:

“I uh.. I know you don’t like mushy stuff… But I wanted to plan something anyway.” Be begins nervously, glancing back at Drift, who gave him an encouraging thumbs up. He lowers his voice and brings you close to his featureless face. “I just couldn’t let you be alone for Valentine’s day this time around.” he admits, motioning around the bar “So I kinda planned a little party.”

At his words, your chest tightens, and you feel a hot tear run down your cheek. Whirl panics as he sees it, turning a little so the other bar patrons couldn’t see you anymore. “Hey hey, are you okay? If this was a bad idea we could totally just–” You wipe your eyes with the back of your sleeve and sniffle a little. “You big dummy, you kidding?” You say, interrupting his nervous mumbling, a smile appearing on your face. “This is the best Valentine’s day I’ve ever had.”

(THe END they all party hooray I’m a mess)

#RIPERONI MY EMOTIONS #this is terrible don't look at me #Valentine's day #Fluff #Relationships #Whirl #MTMTE #Transformers #seraphi #maccadam

[blizziedoodles]

I firstly want to apologize for only ever typing long blocks of text to bitch about things. Whenever something happens and it hurts or upsets me, it sticks with me for a long time until I finally vent it out and let it go. Happy things I keep close to me because I don’t want to forget them, and I don’t type them out. Happy things DO HAPPEN, I promise. But I’m just not sure how to share them, or if they’re even “special enough” to share. That’s why I don’t have instagram. |D

Anyway, story under the cut, if you’re curious enough to read. 

I’ve had 2 boyfriends in my entire life. They were both online. The first was when I was 14, the second I was 17. Looking back on it now, I accepted the idea of a boyfriend both times for two reasons. 1) I wanted to fit in. Everyone was supposed to have a boyfriend at those ages so I wanted one too. 2) I had just gone through a traumatic experience and needed a shoulder to cry on because my parents kinda suck. The first time my parents had separated, the second time my grandfather had passed away. Regardless, it wasn’t until later that I realized I didn’t really love these guys. I just loved the idea of having a soul mate and having someone else love me. *shrug* The first boyfriend is irrelevant to this rant, I just wanted to share. 

So my second boyfriend, I’ll call him...T, just to keep him anonymous. T asked me out, and I hesitantly agreed because I figured, I like this guy as a friend but maybe I can grow into the love part. IDK It never happened, I was just going through the motions or whatever and I felt super guilty the whole time because he was all mushy and lovey and it made me uncomfortable and I just wanted him to be happy, but I couldn’t bring myself to actually love him like that. 

Then he started in on the fantasy ideas of moving into a cabin in the woods with no running water, electricity, or internet, growing our own food, etc. Like...You had me at cabin, you lost me at no running water. He didn’t want to get married because he didn’t want the government involved, which I get because anti-authority and paranoia and stuff. Then he mentioned putting our brains in robotic fursuits, which was weird but I assumed he was kidding. He was dead serious. There were other things that were just odd, but nothing that screamed danger out loud? I mean, I just thought he was a weird guy, there’s nothing inherently wrong about that. 

Then he got into his fetishes and I was MASSIVELY uncomfortable. Babyfurs and voyeurism. He wanted me to draw his 6 year old character spying on my 6 year old character using the bathroom and I was NOT OKAY WITH THAT. I get the whole art vs real life thing, but I’m still not comfortable with it. After that I tried very hard to be gentle and let him down easy. Tell him that I’m sorry but we weren’t working out as a couple, that I’d tried to care for him in a romantic way, but I couldn’t. That he was more like a brother to me than anything and I didn’t think that was gonna change. I apologized way more than was necessary. 

He tried to beg me and guilt trip me into staying with him. He said he’d kill himself or start taking drugs “like his mother” if I left him. It got to the point where I told him I could not have this conversation anymore and my decision wasn’t going anywhere and honestly, him guilt tripping me made me feel worse about him than before. He begged me some more so I had my sister step in and talk to him because he just would not listen to me and I’m such a bleeding heart that I couldn’t bear the thought of cutting him off and him actually acting on his threats. 

I don’t know exactly how, but he did eventually leave me alone, but I was terrified for a couple years after because he knew my home address. At one point he had said he’d come talk to me face to face so I was just mortified that one day he could just show up at my front door. 

I don’t remember specifically when it happened, but I went on DeviantArt one day and saw a journal from my friend. My friend was promoting his friend’s journal, and normally when he did this it was a commission journal so I checked it out. And it was a journal talking about T. This person who was writing the journal was, I believe, in her late teens at the time. And she was saying all the same things that had happened in my relationship with T. Except apparently he had a temper and threatened some more advanced stuff. I don’t remember the journal, and I don’t want to go through it right now. BUT. One of my biggest issues at the time was that.. T was the same age as me, off by maybe a year. And that meant he was around 22, give or take? And this girl was maybe 17-18? And had been in a relationship with T for a while. You see where this is going. 

That made me uncomfortable. Not only that, but apparently there was at least one other girl who had gone through something similar. So I decided to speak up. I don’t go on witch hunts. I honestly just wanted to share because we had similar experiences with the same guy and it was disgusting. She decided to take it further and basically make a call out to try to get him banned from DeviantArt. Thinking back on it now, I can’t come to a conclusion on if that was the wrong thing to do or not because..it’s such a personal problem for me that I can’t think on it clearly. I certainly didn’t want to deal with him and his behavior anymore, so I personally blocked and reported him. Because I felt like he was a danger to a fair sized group of people on the site. 

He ended up getting banned 4 times on 4 separate accounts. The first account he tried guilt tripping me, and by the fourth account he was sending me outright death threats. I wasn’t the only one involved, but I wasn’t paying attention to the others because TBH once I got involved I immediately wanted to back out. I was in the middle of a continuous panic attack from the moment he sent that first guilt tripping message until my sister forced me away from the computer to go take a shower. 

My relationship with T happened way back in 2009-10. The DeviantArt journal fiasco happened...probably around 6 years ago, tbh? It was before I graduated from college, so it was more than 5 years ago, at least. 

This morning I opened my iPad and saw a message from some random person on DeviantArt. I opened it, and it was someone replying to a message on that journal fiasco from over 5 years ago. Their message just said that I was wrong and the journal creator only wanted people to mass block T so he could get banned from DeviantArt. 

Let me point out that this happened OVER 5 YEARS AGO. I personally don’t think a stalking, emotionally manipulative pedophile needs to be on DeviantArt where the community he’s in is full of impressionable teenage girls. So honestly, even if it was a smear campaign to get him permabanned from DevianArt, I don’t know that I DON’T agree with it. He hurt me and at least 2 other teenage girls.  I didn’t want that to happen again. I don’t know what he told this person, but I do know that it BOTHERS ME that he’s still going around playing the victim card over 5 years later. 

I don’t want to be a mean and spiteful person. I try my best to be kind and open and generous and honest with everyone. Part of me is scared for this person because I don’t know how old they are and he could easily be manipulating them as well and I don’t want that. But I can’t argue this anymore. I don’t want to fight this fight. I want it to be buried in the past like it should be. I don’t wish this person any harm, but I truly wish they could see that, if he told them his side of the story, that’s NOT the only side. In fact, my father is so well known for re-telling a story to play the victim card, but we all know who he really is. I think that’s what’s happening here, but it just scares me to think T’s got another impressionable person in his little fantasy world. 

Ultimately I have to look out for myself. I don’t have the energy to fight all the time. I blocked the person who sent the message instead of replying, and part of me feels guilty about that. But...I just can’t. I’m tired. 

#long post/ #negative/ #old relationship drama/

[phoebestarks]

i feel like this would be a fun way to look in my brain, but here’s a few of the main character of fics that i’m in the process of planning/writting and the emotions i run off of while writing them!

phoebe stark, legacies (peter parker) - betrayal but still loving/caring about the person anyways. phoebe’s relationships have a similar pattern to mine so whenever something happens and someone’s being a real shitty person??? i’ll probably write legacies and cry about it. also the whole loving someone while being very prepared to have to not have them love you the same? idk we are just queens of longing tbh.

vera prescott, mostly ghostly (michelle jones) - grief. she goes through SO MUCH in the course of this fic??? like vera really CANNOT catch a break i feel so bad. either way a lot of it is processing [REDACTED] (it’s a major spoiler leave me aloneeee) as well as her grandmother never getting to leave the prescott residence since she died such a long time ago and she just feels so bad for her? yeah vera is a very big hufflepuff....i can’t believe i ever thought she was a gryffindor!!!

hope sterling, growing pains (dc au) - she’s anger but also she has such a hero complex? her arc is mainly her learning how to manage her shit mental health but also learning that she can’t sacrifice herself. she thinks she’s independent and she just has to learn how she’s coping isn’t....healthy??? idk originally she was just anger but it was never justified and i felt with her that if i didn’t explain it she would seem really one dimensional so i added in stuff to make her more human i guess.

liv tobin, ultraviolet (mcu but no specific character) - she’s the feeling that you can just run away from all of your problems? she’s not selfish, but she’s that self-preserving part of me that most characters of mine tend to avoid? idk she’s not the typical hero. she doesn’t have a death that happens that makes her want to become a superhero, she just gets superpowers and says “hey! let’s be a good person and use these for good!” she definitely wants glory too, and she’s not selfish for that i don’t think. i think she’s smarter because of that. she just wants to be recognized as a good person.

reese bassett, [working title] (into the spiderverse) - she’s not really a feeling. to me she’s just the girl that everyone wants to be. she’s not a manic pixie dream girl either, she’s just cool. she’s got this aura to her and miles and gwen instantly recognise that. it’s kinda chill actually. she’s in a sense just a cool gal. she’s who i thought i would turn out to be???

venus picard, [working title] (it (2017+2019)) - the feeling of being “the new girl.” she moved from across the country to DERRY, MAINE of all places. i moved from right outside of houston, texas to a small town in maine so she’s really out here being a self-insert. also i wanted to write an it fic that actually made sense like.....maine-wise. everyone’s fics either make it seem like canada/alaska or they make it less small-towny. also castle rock was based off of my town and stephen king went to the high school i almost went to so i feel like it’s my right to tbh. 

america hugo, catharsis (stranger things) - depression. she’s HARDCORE what my depression feels like on the inside turned into a person. america is similarly if i succumbed fully to my depression & anxiety and didn’t have an outlet. this fic is really just cathartic, hense the name of the story. she doesn’t have the light at the end of the tunnel like i did when my depression was off the chain awful. however, she doesn’t get together with steve (she’s ace......and she has to love herself in order to properly love others so no romance for her!!!!!!!) and she doesn’t have it fixed overnight.

eleanor cate, leia, oh leia (steve harrington) - ellie, (or leia...yes steve calls her that yes i know) is the feeling of pure happiness. she’s got a good fam, she’s got a boyfriend (who is a shitbag but don’t worry steve swoops her in from billy.....) and she’s happy. she’s the euphoric feeling i get when i truly love someone (romantically or platonically) and she’s just a pile of mushy gushy love tbh. ellie is babie in all forms. but the mind flayer and hawkins in general kinda ruins that for her. whoops. also she’s just so cute ugh i love her!!!!!!! also she’s the soft oc. all of the other “soft ocs” have trauma or they have a bad coping mechanism so in reality they’re only soft in their head. 

(PSA: phoebe is “soft” but she takes out her deep-rooted feelings on peter, vera goes through some deeply TRAUMATIC shit, and hope is soft deep down but doesn’t know how to express it. whoops.)

anyway i hope y’all found that interesting??? idk lemme know!!!! also i’ll be doing more as i roll out more fics....i have a riverdale au with a **coherent** plot coming and a star wars oc and some other fun stuff coming!!!!

#i am an emotional person so it only made sense for me #does this make sense?? probs not #do i really care??? idk yet #fd: mcu #fd: it (2017) #fd: stranger things #fd: dc #oc time! #q