#no hairclip since this had to be before they were dating. if it was after seb woulda just dropped the book and made out with her instead LOL

[choccy-milky]

❌ no more dark magic!! ❌ ((inspo pic))

#no hairclip since this had to be before they were dating. if it was after seb woulda just dropped the book and made out with her instead LOL #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x oc #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow fanart #hogwarts legacy fanart #also funny that i was working on this last night while also debating in discord about how seb shouldnt have used imperio on that one goblin #LMAO still mad at u guys STOP ENABLING HIM!!!! #choccyart

[purerehua]

im so sorry i could find any kind of a request rules thing anywhere so feel free tk just ignore this if need be but could you write for gunwook where him and reader nearly break up but it has a happy ending💘💘

inlove with a ghost

pairing ⇆ zb1 park gunwook x reader

genre ⇆ angst ; hurt with comfort ; non-idol au ; near breakup

wc ⇆ 1.3k

cw ⇆ i'm not that good at angst read at own risk, cursing, wook is not rlly a good bf oops, but he could be!!

two hours.

two hours have passed since gunwook promised he was on his way, and fifteen more minutes since you've sent three follow up messages asking where he is. you are currently debating washing your face and changing back into sweatpants as it seems like your boyfriend had no intention of showing up.

the initial plan was for gunwook to pick you up at your place around four, you two would walk around, and decide on a place to eat afterward. and this will be the first time you'd see him in person after two long weeks of his busy schedule taking up most of his time.

that is if he even shows up.

you're giving him another five minutes. another five minutes and you swear if he isnt here by then you're changing into sweats and taking a nap.

a minute goes by, another,, another,,, another,,,,

four minutes should've been enough.

in a huff you dejectedly slip off your nice shoes that you happened to clean just for today, the purse that you literally never wear on a normal occasion, and the hairclips you dug through your accessory drawer to find. you throw all three somewhere around the room hapzardly, not wanting to see the evidence of your efforts to look presentable for the date anymore.

ten minutes have passed since then, and true to the internal promise you made to yourself, there you lay. face first on your bed, softly sobbing into the pillow.

a click alerts you and causes you to sit up, and you find gunwook at the entrance to your room holding your shoes, hairclips, and purse.

"y/n?"

silence.

you turn away from him, then a beat passes and you feel the bed dip under his weight and the sheets rustle quietly.

"y/n." he tries again, softer this time. and you can basically hear the apology in the way he says your name.

"don't say sorry gunwook, i know you are." you mumble quietly.

gunwook apparently has nothing to say to that as he doesn't respond, and if you weren't so hurt right now you'd get up to get a look at his face. wanting to see what emotions would plague it. would his eyebrows pinch together? would the corners of his lips tremble downwards ever so slightly?

you sigh as you speak the next words. "i think we should call it."

"...what do you mean? call what?"

"this. our relationship."

you finally situate yourself to face him properly, and you were so spot on with his facial expression you scared yourself with how well you knew him.

"what? y/n i—"

a breath. he takes a breath, to calm himself you'd guess.

"y/n. don't say things like that, okay? i'm so so sorry. i'll make it up to you i swear."

"thirteen."

"what?"

"thirteen times, you've done this."

gunwook finally understands and mutters under his breath, cursing at himself and squeezing his eyes shut before groaning.

"shit, y/n. i didn't know."

"thirteen times i've asked to see you and you were either late or bailed on me. gunwook i'm your partner. i shouldn't need to have to make appointments just to see you!"

"y/n, i'm busy... you know that. it's not that you're not important but i try!"

"i know you're busy! and i know you try. but you can't expect me to be okay with all of this nothing you're giving me."

he's taken aback and it shows. nothing? that can't be true. he might not be the best at prioritizing you but he certainly doesn't give you nothing. right?

you shift due to the bed not being occupied by gunwook anymore, and you watch him stand with his hands on his hips like a father about to scold you. you would laugh if you weren't on the verge of bursting into sobs.

"that's not true. no, i can't— why would you say that? i text you every morning, and i try to keep you updated with what i'm doing and you know. i'm trying here okay? please just..."

you stand, directly placing yourself infront of gunwook and taking his hands.

"gunwook, i love you. you know that but, i can't be in a relationship that stands still."

"y/n stop, don't speak like that."

tears sit at the edge of his eyes, threatening to spill and yours start doing the same.

"i know you have alot of things on your plate, okay? i know how badly you want to keep me and all of those things at the same time, but i know you can't manage it."

you squeeze his hands, and gunwook's bleary and tear-soaked eyes find yours again before you continue to speak.

"this is already affecting the both of us, and i know you don't want to choose so i will do it for you. we need to break up."

"no no no y/n, stop."

his eyes flutter shut again and it's your turn to be taken aback when gunwook starts lowering himself to the ground. you grab his arms, anticipating that he would fall but you're mistaken as his knees hit the wooden floor with a thud and his hands release yours in favor of gripping at the sides of your sweats.

"i can't. 'm sorry but i can not let you go. i'll do better i swear just— let me try again. don't do this to us."

his words come out shakey and stuttered, he loses his breath multiple times inbetween words and the mere idea of him hurting like this makes you hold back gasps of your own as hot tears spill down the curve of your cheeks.

"gunwook..."

you can't, it hurts too much to be with someone who's basically never there. to be inlove with a ghost.

"please." and a tear gathers itself at the corner of his lip.

he's begging, he's placed himself below you physically and emotionally. you can feel his desperation from the grip he has on your sweats. you can't bear to watch it and at the same time you can't look away, unable to shake the conflicting thoughts of what ifs from your head.

"i promise y/n, i promise."

"don't give me empty promises gunwook, you know i hate that."

"they're not empty. i promise, with my whole being i'll be better. just don't leave me."

you continue to stare at him, absentmindedly chewing on your lip anxiously. you were already tired, this was making you even more tired, you just wanted to end things and move on and be done with it and be free from all the feelings you were feeling and—

"y/n."

your thoughts are cut short by a call of your name, and as your eyes come back into focus you realize gunwook has let go of your sweats in order to grab your hand.

he brings your pointer to his lips slowly, and his places a delicate kiss on it, and you melt on the spot. his kisses are so small. if you closed your eyes you could pass it off as breeze passing by, as though he wasn't actually there and it was your mind playing tricks on you. but he was there, with your own two eyes you could see the equal parts of affection and regret he placed on your fingertips. it hurt so bad but you needed it, you needed this. for him to be there, infront of you, loving you.

you could give him another chance as long as he loved you like this again.

"okay."

"okay?" gunwook squeezes your hand, which lingers just by his chin he lowers it from his lips.

"i'll stay. but we have to talk about this, properly. okay?"

he stands up, startled but hopeful.

"yes, of course. i'm sorry y/n."

"i know."

his lips quirk sadly at that, but atleast he knows this isn't the end for you.

atleast he knows that he's still yours, and he'll strive hard to keep it that way.

a/n ⇆ this is long overdue i'm afraid :( just been having no motivation also school likes to keep me busy so. anyway here!! i don't know if i'll be posting consistently again but i'll do my best... just like gunwook!!

#zb1 #zerobaseone #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 fanfiction #zb1 gunwook #zb1 park gunwook #park gunwook #park gunwook x reader #gunwook #gunwook x reader #zerobaseone gunwook #angst with a happy ending #light angst #hurt/comfort #breakup #ayla's requests

[jasontoddssuper]

Perlex lore

Alr so first info on Lex themself:Their full name is Alexandria Xiá de los Santos and they're blasian(black-greek,chinese-dominican),transmasc genderfluid and bigender and xenogender(you can ask for specifics!!)with they/petal pronouns and have a lot of neurodivergent disorders but the most important one to them is autism.They're super femme,kind and bubbly but introverted all in a weirdgirl way and their arc is about learning self-worth though being loved by others and that outcasts like them are people too.They also started off very shy,they're pink and green-coded,their godly parent is Demeter and they're her strongest kid next to Persephone,their weapon is a transforming hairclip sword called Rhodon that was gifted to them by Mom and their special interests are dogs,video games,boba and makeup.Since they're my self-insert,they have the same poor social skills,sense of humor and merciless tendencies as Percy since us having those in common is what made him become my f/o.The Second Great Prophecy called for eight demigods and they were one of the ones who awnsered the call.Also!!Here they are in a picrew called Lemon Maker!

Petal arrived at camp a month before Percy and never had friends until he came along.They met when he went to the strawberry fields to collect in the basket he'd been given and he jokingly asked for blue strawberries to which they complied with their powers by touching a handful and they eat a few together as they chatted,agreeing to train together the next day.They remain sparring partners for as long as they go to camp

Lex was the first person Percy trusted enough to let himself be completely vulnerable to and he's very glad he did because not once has petal made him regret it.They're eachother's number one confidants and Percy frequently wished they'd been on his quests with him

Their nicknames for eachother are 'Blue' and 'Bubbles'

Cause problems on purpose together

Their banter is very lighthearted and always had a flirty undertone to it

Lex is also best friends with Thalia,Nico and Rachel.Petal helped Percy guide Thalia to the infirmary so Chiron assigned petals and Clarisse(who is Thalia's love interest in this verse)to give her the camp tour and a few days later,Lex went to the Zeus Cabin to befriend her after seeing how almost nobody at camp treated her like a person instead of a paragon and they hung out for the afternoon in her room and the rest is history.They adopted Nico as their little brother when they found him crying about Bianca joining the Hunters and they repair their bond post Botl.Speaking of which,his dad Emil had to move them to El Barrio a month before Percy's high school orientation that also became Lex's and the duo were closer than ever,becoming a quartet with Nico and Rachel in the year gap to TLO.At school,Lex,Percy and Rachel are known as 'The Loser Trio' and they take the name for themselves

Even back in TLT,Percy and Lex were extremely physically and verbally affectionate with eachother and casually too,it being instinct by now

Lex taught Percy how to make boba and his favorite flavor is blueberry

Gaymer 4 Gaymer

They fell in love at the same time but Lex realized it first.It was a Goode High dance but the lead up was Rachel suggesting they go as eachother's dates and the preparations they did for it were a domino effect,with the finale being their slowdance.Less italiced 'Oh' and more internal disbelieving screaming.It was one of the best night's of their life and they called Rachel as soon as Percy walked them home to tell her and they had your typical girly reactions

Lex was very happy about being in love with Percy because of how well he treats them and how highly they think of him.Percy's own love ephiphany was started off by Jason having a huge crush on Lex and actively persuing them to their own obliviousness and he was a mix between pettily angry in a funny way and severely insecure that they liked him back because Jason is 'the perfect guy' and that a 'loser' like him never stood a chance against him,especially because he think of well as Lex as petal does him(This is a parallel to Lex's own feelings on Annabeth post-finding out her and Percy were a couple)

It didn't help that Jason helped out Lex and Annabeth,the co-leaders of the camp during Percy's dissaperance,a lot with an emphasis on the former to the point where the campers started calling them 'Camp Mom and Dad' and finding it out literally made him grit his teeth

He dosen't treat Jason badly over it though,they're still #bros

Hazel and Lex are the ones to fall to Tartarus in this verse so Hazel can get in touch with her Underworld side and Percy is the one to get the Hecate storyline to symbolize taking control of his own life at last.Him and Annabeth start fighting severely every day and she makes a cruel remark about Lex and he breaks up with her over it,realizing at the same time that they were only together because everything kept telling him to date her without asking him what he actually wanted.And at that moment,he'd realized he always wanted Lex but never thought he was allowed to

BOO is spent with them constantly flirting and being a very desctructive battle couple but never outright confessing until the last scene,where they go to their childhood hiding spot in the woods and lay down in the grass.Percy admits it first and Lex is shocked beyond words so he continues on to give a cheesy ass speech on why he's in love with them so Lex flops on top of him to cut him off and confesses back joyfully and so he finally kisses them,the first kiss he actually got to initiate.It was the best one in his life

Skateboarder x Rollarskater.Percy's skateboard is ocean blue with black cat designs and Lex's skates are ultra girly and kiddy

Cutesy femme gf gets their bi bf to do femme things with him and he becomes gnc asf

Known as the most unexpected power couple of the mythical world

Autistic4Autistic

Have gone as Jack x Sally,Ichihime,Flutterdash and Gwen and Miles for halloween(They don't ship the last one but they kin both characters at once so it was a must)

Lex has a raspy voice and Percy finds it so enchanting

They're Nico and Hazel's Team Parents

McDonalds dates!!!They even once went to japanese McDonalds thanks to a quest and Lex's life was forever changed by their pink /pos.Percy said he wishes somewhere sold it blue and they agreed with him

Lex is short and petite,Percy is tall and well-built and they absolutely love that about eachother

Sequel to the above,they wear eachother's clothes even though they don't fit for the bit

Their Pokemon/Lego Monkie Kid ship name would be Bluestrawberrieshipping and their Rwby ship name would be Cotton Candy Souls

Okay i can't help myself with this last one:Lex is a DC Comics fan and has a crush on Jason Todd because he's a Percy kinnie.It all comes full circle.Also they told Percy about it to compliment him and he got offended due to hating him-Hand over his heart and everything

@cottoncandyteeth @cottoncandyspikes @moonage-gaydream @c0tt0n-c4ndy-sw1rlz @desi-pluto @edityrhometown @insomniac-jay @julieemarine @floof-ghostie @angel-beloved @theautisticcentre @theultimatesagavan @sarasanddollar @honeypotsworld

#perlex #percy jackson #perseo jackson #lex de los santos #bi percy jackson #autistic percy jackson #black percy #latino percy #pjo #hoo #real self shipping hours #picrew #letters from summer

[movedtolilmouzee]

Hi!! It's my first time sending a request so I hope this is understandable enough! Could I request bonten (it doesn't have to be all of them!) with an s/o who's an idol? Thank you!

(^з^)-☆Chu!!

𝔖𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢...

𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶, 𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

(𝘡𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦- 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰!! 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩!)

Being an idol was always your dream, ever since you were little. Through much trial and error, getting made fun of and bullied, and lots of nights wanting to give up, you had finally achieved your dream. What made everything worth working for your dream was your fans, boyfriends, and all the support that everyone gave you, granted being a popular idol had it's downfalls but there was always a positive.

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺 adored your singing, he loves your voice in general, but if he had to choose it'd be your singing. He made sure to listen to every song you published and proudly parades around whispering the lyrics while he listens to the song, Mikey loves being able to listen to songs before you release them and give you his honest opinion about them, he often helps you fix something about a song you didn't like. Now it's no secret Mikey loves to nap, it helps him escape from reality for awhile, this being said anytime mikey and you both have free time, he'll ask you to talk to him while he falls asleep. You could vent about how rude people are and mikey can happily snooze away like a kitten.

𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘻𝘶 is your biggest fan girl, and when I say biggest, I mean it. Sanzu is always buying your merch and will proudly wear any shirts, makeup, hairclips, literally anything sanzu will gladly wear it if you asked him too. He will happily be a model for your clothes as well, doesn't matter if it's a bra, panties, socks, he will agree to wear it and model for you. Sanzu will always make it to your shows, livestreams, and fan gatherings. He won't make himself known at the most conventional times but at least he shoes up right?

𝘒𝘰𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘪 is always making sure the company and people you collaborate with will benefit you and won't screw you over. He listens to every worry you have when a big event is coming up and he's instantly making sure you'll be ok. Kokonoi does keep track of your shows so he knows when to show up. Kokonoi isn't a fan of big crowds but he'll happily support you from VIP seats and often times from your livestreams while he works.

𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘰 adores when you have a new dance routine to show him. It doesn't matter what he's doing, he could be asleep at 5 am but happily wake up to see what new dance you came up with or learned. He'll never tell you this but he often practices the dances himself when he's alone, Kakucho gets tired after like three minutes so best believe this man thinks your incredible for being able to do an entire dance. Kakucho is almost like a mother when your at shows, he'll wait backstage with water, and a snack. Please don't reject him or his heart will actually break, you found him literally pouting once when you said you didn't need a sip of water.

𝘙𝘢𝘯 has literally no shame in him supporting you. He crested a fan account for you, granted it's super cringey edits and edited photos of you but he's proud of it too. Yes he is learning how to make proper and better edits, also please tell him you like the edits, he will cry and give you the silent treatment if you say you don't like them. Anytime ran says that he's dating you while talking to other fans at your concerts literally no one believes him, and he gets real petty about it too. He'll purposely call you over to wherever he is and won't stop kissing you just to rub it in, that he is dating.

𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘶 loves how excited you get when you have new costumes to show him. He takes a million photos and videos of you, if you ever looked at rindous photos, 93% is just you. He just thinks your the most perfect thing in the world and wants to capture every moment of happiness you share with him. He is stingy with the photos and fights with everyone about why he has to send the photos to them. Rindou has such a mean resting bitch face that anytime he's out with you, everyone is so hesitant to ask for photos, like they honestly think rindou is one of your body guards.

#mouzees corner #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #bonten tokyo revengers #bonten #bonten timeline #bonten trio #bonten mikey #bonten sanzu #bonten kakucho #bonten kokonoi #bonten ran #bonten rindou #mikey fluff #sanzu fluff #kokonoi fluff #kakucho fluff #ran fluff #rindou fluff #mikey sano #mikey tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu tokyo revengers #kokonoi hajime #tokyo revengers kokonoi #kakucho hitto #kakucho tokyo revengers #ran haitani #ran tokyo revengers

[basicallyahedgehog]

Right Over Left

Happy Trans Day of Visibility! I wrote this fic for the @magicaltrans 2022 Trans Comfest and then it just sat languishing in my docs drive for months. I figured that today was the perfect day to bring it back out and share it.

This fic is technically standalone but does include a canon character who has changed their name. The previous fics in this series can be found here.

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Harry entered their room to find Eltanin cross-legged in front of their mirror, their eyebrows drawn together as they moved sections of their hair this way and that. He settled quietly on his bed, knowing that El would talk to him when they were ready. In the meantime, he enjoyed the time to admire his partner. 

In the weeks since they had come out to Harry, Eltanin had been openly growing their hair out. Where it had barely passed their ears two months ago, it was now falling past their chin, and Harry had noticed them getting increasingly frustrated with it in class. 

Last week El had stolen one of Luna’s headbands, only to return it the same day, complaining of the headache it caused. Harry had teased them about their big head, but not before he had soothed the ache with soft fingers in his partner’s hair. 

If Harry was pressed, he might admit that he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Eltanin’s hair.

After the failed headband experiment Harry had bought El a variety of hairclips, which his partner had immediately stuck all through their hair like an excited five year old. They had continued to use the clips every day, however Harry had noticed in Defence earlier that the clips didn’t really hold against vigorous movement. 

Apparently Eltanin had made the same discovery, as they repeatedly attempted to weave strands of hair together on the back of their head. 

After what could have been minutes or hours — Harry regularly found himself lost in time when watching his beautiful partner — Eltanin dropped their head into their hands with a groan. 

“This was so much easier on someone else’s head!” 

Harry slowly moved from the bed, careful to make just enough noise that Eltanin would know he was there. 

“Can I help?” he asked as he settled himself behind Eltanin, his hands already slipping into the silky strands. 

Eltanin tilted their head further into Harry’s hands, their shoulders relaxing as the tension bled out of them. “Not unless you know how to braid hair.”

“That isn’t currently part of my skill set,” Harry chuckled, a plan forming in his head. “But I’ve been told I give good head rubs.”

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“I need your help.” Harry tried not to show his nerves as he awaited Pansy’s reply. Sure, the eighth years had all become closer over the last three months, but he had never spoken to Pansy one on one before, and he couldn’t deny that he’d always been a little afraid of her. 

“I’m assuming this is about Dr-Eltanin?” She fixed him with a piercing stare, but Harry was relieved at the tiny quirk at the corner of her mouth. 

“I want to learn how to braid hair. They said they learned from you.” 

Pansy’s gaze softened. “Is this about their hair in defence?”

“Yeah, even the clips didn’t hold it well enough. I went up to our room earlier and they were trying to braid their hair, but they said it was easier on another person.”

“So you thought you’d learn to do it for them.” Pansy smiled at him. “You know, I was a little worried when Eltanin told me you were dating. You two have always had the ability to hurt each other more than most. But I’ve never seen them as happy as I have during these past few weeks.”

Harry blushed. “I don’t think that has anything to do with me. It’s a lot easier to be happy when you can be yourself.”

“Which they wouldn’t be able to do without you.” The piercing stare was back. “Meet me in the old Charms room after dinner. I’ll teach you how to braid.”

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“Right over middle. Good. Now left over middle. No no over middle, not under. Good. Now again.”

Harry hadn’t really thought about how Pansy would teach him to braid, but he had to admit that he wasn’t expecting this. 

Ginny and Luna sat on the floor, leaning against a transfigured couch. Pansy had her hands woven through Ginny’s hair, demonstrating the braid while Harry did his best to replicate it on Luna. He had a bad feeling that his friend would be left with a lot of knots, but she was being endlessly patient with his tugging and twisting. 

“Oi, Potter.” Pansy’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Less daydreaming, more braiding. Right over, left over, right over, left over…”

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On Monday morning Harry stepped out of the shower to find El aggressively clipping their hair back, muttering to themself. 

“Stay there you stubborn motherfucker. I’m not going to lose the mock duel again just because of my hair.”

Harry resisted the urge to laugh, and stepped up behind his partner. 

“Come and sit over here, darling.” 

He led a bemused El over to his bed, gently pushing them to sit on the floor in front of him. Removing the clips — while ignoring El’s protests — Harry hummed as he started to braid. 

“Right over, left over, right over, left over…”

“Where…how…why??” Harry could hear the emotion in his partner’s voice, and paused to run a soothing hand over their cheek. 

“You deserve to be comfortable in class, so I learned for you,” he shrugged, lifting his hand to continue braiding.

Instead he ended up with a lapful of wiggling, happy Eltanin, who pressed flurries of kisses all over his face. 

If he could make them this happy just by braiding their hair, he’d do it every day for the rest of his life.

#happy trans day of visibility #this is just pure fluff #because we all deserve some happiness and softness in our lives #drarry #trans harry potter #nonbinary draco malfoy #magical trans comfest #my writing

[phxntmhv]

♡✩KouRisu✩♡

The tale of the snake that tempted the fake Adam

"Do you think you'd find revenge so sweet? Make it so your hearts will never beat

Squeeze the very last and dying breath from everything you've ever dreamed"

Everything You've Ever Dreamed- Arianne Schreiber

Before becoming a couple

₊❏❜ ⋮They used to hate each other, literally.

₊❏❜ ⋮They both reflected on each other and it annoyed and OFFENDED them. XD

₊❏❜ ⋮Korisu disliked the idea of physical contact, especially since she knew that Kou's hugs/kisses were fake.

₊❏❜ ⋮Obviously there were a lot of fights over disagreements, scenes of both of them and their ego.

₊❏❜ ⋮Time went by and the two of them started to get along well, you could say they were friends with a strange... affection (CoughviolentCough).

₊❏❜ ⋮ Korisu began to think (due to the influence of her magic hairclip) that Kou, being almost like her, would probably have her same insecurities and problems. Then she understood. She had to start helping him, as she couldn't bear to see someone else go through what she was going through. (Although at first, she was repulsed by the idea).

₊❏❜ ⋮ What she didn't know was that Kou was starting to see her as someone "special" to him. At first, he thought it might just be friendship, but that feeling grew.

And as we know, Kou is horrible at expressing his feelings.

₊❏❜ ⋮Thus the same things happen as Kou’s More Blood route. He starts threatening Korisu to hurt himself to see if she really cares about him. But she can't handle all the emotional burden and stress, so she tells him how she feels.

₊❏❜ ⋮Kori wanted to help Kou become a better person, to see him happy and support him. But Kou desperately wanted to know if what he felt was love and why it bothered him so much.

₊❏❜ ⋮And they had a H U G E fight.

₊❏❜ ⋮They separated for a while, both were frustrated because they know that the feeling was mutual, but they couldn't come to any solution. Until thanks to a Korisu’s piano event, they were able to meet and talk again.

₊❏❜ ⋮And then, they decided to start over from the beginning after that. Neither of them cared if they just became friends, they just wanted to be with each other somehow and work things out. This time things went a little easier, and they came to find their "Sky" in each other.

In a relationship (Including headcanons)

MY FAV PART >:)

₊❏❜ ⋮Korisu likes Kou to pet her hair when she is tired because, she says, she can sleep better that way.

₊❏❜ ⋮Kou loves to buy teddy bears for Kori just for her reactions.

₊❏❜ ⋮Ironically Korisu becomes more affectionate. She loves to give and receive kisses, hugs, caresses and more. And Kou loves that.

₊❏❜ ⋮They both like pasta and even more if it has cheese in it.

₊❏❜ ⋮Late night dates? Late night dates.

₊❏❜ ⋮When one of them is sad, the other takes it upon themselves to support them emotionally and then give ideas for dates, activities and other things to help them to forget their bad time.

₊❏❜ ⋮Ah, Kou please never make Korisu THAT angry. She would insult you in spanish.

₊❏❜ ⋮Ok but Risu has bear pajamas with ears on the hood. And Kou has one too of a yellow cat that matches with Korisu's.

₊❏❜ ⋮Have you heard the song "La Buena Vida" by Camila Cabello? Well, the melody it's literally the vibes of these two.

₊❏❜ ⋮On cool days they love to climb on the roof of the manor or sit on the balcony looking at the sky.

₊❏❜ ⋮They usually watch anime/series/movies and play video games together on their days off.

₊❏❜ ⋮They have thought about collaborating officially sometime but since Kori plays piano anonymously it's a bit complicated, and also because very few people in the agency know about their relationship.

₊❏❜ ⋮Thanks to Kori, Kou knows a little Spanish.

He can say:

Te quiero: I like you.

Te amo: I love you.

Hola: Hello.

Linda, lindo, bonita, bonito: Pretty.

Quiero comer Vongole Bianco: I want to eat Vongole Bianco.

Bailemos: Let’s dance.

Adiós: Goodbye.

Canción: Song.

Gatito/a: Kitten.

Mi vida: My life.

Te extraño: I miss you.

Gato: Cat.

#kourisu

[celamoon]

Summary: Saiki isn’t supposed to have regrets, but he thinks that letting you wither away from him was his worst mistake.

Warnings: Hanahaki, Mild mention of Star Tears, angst

You first talked to Saiki in middle school. You had been classmates with him since kindergarten, moving almost always at the same time he did. You wondered if it was the universe telling you to befriend the boy.

Your only early memory of the boy was that he was the undefeated Rock Paper Scissors champion of kindergarten. He grew to be antisocial later on in middle school but you loved his hair clips so you asked him where he bought them. He had looked at you incredulously and had told you he had them custom-made. You wouldn’t stop pestering him about them afterward, especially since you caught him red-handed burning a sheet of paper.

“Is that…”

‘Don’t you dare tell ANYONE’

“Only if you finally tell me where you bought your hairclips”

Saiki looked 100% done with you and you had stuck with him ever since.

You noticed a handful of things about it Saiki after you started being friends with him. You noticed that his eyes light up whenever he was eating coffee jelly. You noticed how despite the fact that he claimed his friends were nuisances, he still hung around them. You noticed how his eyes were a certain shade of purple, and how he was much more caring than he claimed himself to be.

You had stuck around him despite knowing that he could read minds, and he had given you a germanium ring in your first year of high school, claiming that it was so that he wouldn’t hear your thoughts. You got a bit of privacy after that, and you started to wear the ring out of habit in your high school years.

The first issue came in your second year of high school. Saiki had managed to keep himself on the down-low so far, and you had stuck around with him as his self-proclaimed best friend. Nendo was his pal after all. He had caught the attention of Teruhashi, the school’s goddess. Saiki had told you that she was far from how she seemed, but you didn’t mind that much. She was pretty, and you didn’t mind at first.

Then came the petals. At first, you thought you ate something that had petals inside them, but it became clear when you wouldn’t stop throwing them up. You had caught Hanahaki, and you were in love with your best friend. You hid them well, and you never coughed despite how much Teruhashi was trying to catch Saiki’s attention at school.

The first time you weren’t able to hold it in was during PE. Teruhashi had made a move on Saiki, and he didn’t push her away. You had to excuse yourself to the bathroom so that you could let your lungs breathe properly. It was a bigger batch than usual, and you knew that didn’t mean anything good for you.

You went back to PE as if you hadn’t just thrown up an entire basket of flower petals.

The second time came when Teruhashi visited Saiki’s family for cooking lessons. It had become a tradition for you to visit Saiki every weekend. You had walked in, almost missing the familiar tuff of blue hair. You greeted the family, and you set the coffee jelly down on the table. Teruhashi had asked you if you were into anyone and you had managed to avoid her questions while doing Saiki’s suspicions at the same time. When they turned the tv on you felt your lungs collapse and you rushed to their bathroom to let the petals flow. They were stained with blood that time.

The third time came when you visited the shrine with the two Saiki brothers and Teruhashi. You stayed with Kuusuke after Kusuo and Teruhashi managed to dodge the influx of hate, and you had started to cough violently after Kusuo dragged Teruhashi away. Kuusuke caught you and you threw up a bud before him. His eyes widened and you had brushed it off as a magic trick you were preparing. Kuusuke didn’t believe you, but he let you off that time.

The fourth time came when Teruhashi asked Saiki out on a date for summer. You had been fine with the flowers so far, and the petals were still rather small other than that one bud from the shrine visit. But you felt your stomach lurch when you saw Teruhashi asking Saiki out on a date over summer. You ran to the bathroom, missing the look of concern on everyone’s face. You threw up premature flower blossoms that time. When you got back, you told them that you had a bad lunch.

Kuusuke called you the day of the date, and he had taken you out for a drive. When he passed the amusement park and brought you in, you felt your lungs tighten and you started coughing up half bloomed flowers. That confirmed Kuusuke’s suspicions. He brought you to his lab to run a few tests, and after the x-ray scan, he was completely sure that you had Hanahaki. He urged you to make a move on his brother.

“You can’t keep this to yourself forever,”

“I can,”

“No you can’t y/n, you’re going to need the surgery unless you confess,”

“Then how about this…”

You had made a bet with Kuusuke instead, if Kusuo found out about your petals first, then you would admit defeat and you would confess to Kusuo, if Kusuo made a move on Teruhashi first, then Kuusuke would fund your surgery so that you could get rid of those godforsaken feelings for the psychic. He agreed, sure that his brother wouldn’t be able to miss the fact that his own best friend was throwing up petals. You prayed secretly that Kuusuke would win the bet so that you could live out your fantasy.

You found that it was hard pretending to be ok, you hadn’t stopped coughing up flowers since summer, and that new transfer student who was rather close with Saiki wasn’t helping. Aiura was her name. She wasn’t as pretty as Teruhashi, but she was certainly different from the others. You had stopped talking as much as before, telling everyone that you had a rather bad cold since school started.

You had caught her clinging onto Kusuo like his lover one day after school. You were waiting for him to finish school so that you two could walk home together, but you had caught him with Aiura instead. The look on his face had you make a double-take before you confirmed it. You watched as she talked about their love life with the girl with pigtails, and you had listened as she talked about how active they were. You felt the flowers climb up your throat and had run away before anything else could happen.

The final straw came when Teruhashi was noticing the differences for everyone. She had spent the entire night memorizing everyone’s names accord to Kusuo, and you had listened to him narrate the whole situation. Kusuo talked about her quite a bit by now. You weren’t even surprised anymore when he brought her up. You parted ways with him to deal with your club’s paperwork at the office and the next sight was not one to be expected.

You had won the bet. You were heading outside of your clubroom when you had saw Saiki princess carry Teruhashi to the nurse’s office with your very own two eyes. You had won the bet even though you prayed that you wouldn’t. You had won the bet and that meant you needed to get the surgery. You prayed you wouldn’t win, yet it seemed that god liked Teruhashi more as usual. You ringed Kuusuke in the middle of the school day because of it.

“Hey, Kuusuke?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I won the bet…”

Kuusuke, as promised, sent the money for the surgery to your account. Now it was up to you whether or not you wanted the surgery. You knew you did, but a part of you desperately wished that Saiki would love you back so that you didn’t need to get the surgery. You were throwing up full-on flowers by now. No longer the buds you suffered from, no longer the premature flower blossoms you threw up once. You had little to no time unless you confessed to Saiki soon.

Then you remembered that he had let out an ‘offu’ at Teruhashi. You had heard it while you were nodding at him in class. It was loud, in fact, Teruhashi heard it but she thought she was hallucinating. You remember the sound of your own heart breaking when you heard it, you felt like the world had crashed down on you. It had happened a while back, but now you were completely sure about it. Saiki was in love with Teruhashi, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

The surgery was half a success, half a failure. Your feelings had gone away for Kusuo as promised, but you lost your voice because of it. You weren’t able to speak anymore; you couldn’t talk like you used to. You went to school with tears in your eyes because of it. The first person to notice was Kuboyasu, who greeted you but when you didn’t greet him back, he asked if your throat hurt. You burst into tears because of it.

The group gathered around you at the sight of you in tears. You never showed strong emotion around them, you only helped them with their issues and bottled your own up. You let out small hiccups and Nendou was surprisingly the first one to point out how you didn’t have a voice. You typed on your phone in tears, and you held it up for everyone to see.

‘I lost my voice permanently’

The group was in shambles afterward. Kaidou was asking how, Kuboyasu offered to beat up the person who caused it, Yumehara pulled you in for a hug. The group wanted to know, and you still wore your ring so Saiki wasn’t able to read your mind. You typed that you had gotten surgery for your throat since you caught a sickness and the surgery was a success at the cost of your voice box. You didn't give them any more information after that.

Toritsuka offered to summon a spirit to hopefully help you be able to speak again but you turned him down. Aiura tried finding out with her glass ball but it didn’t work either. Kaidou pushed you for further details. You didn’t tell anyone that the surgery was for Hanahaki. Nendou offered you ramen, in hopes that it would cheer you up, you shook your head no. Not that day at least.

Saiki was in shambles at the news, how had you even lost your voice to begin with? You hadn’t done anything and unless you got surgery within the span of a weekend, you weren’t able to have lost your voice. He reaches for your hand and tries to take the ring off. You ripped your hand away with a sad smile, signing him it’s ok, that it wasn’t that important anyway. Saiki was still bothered by it.

Akechi was surprisingly the person Saiki resided in for help. He was always able to figure things out even without it being written fully for him. Akechi didn’t even bat an eye when Saiki approached him. He had actually expected it. Saiki stood there in shock as Akechi explained about your sickness.

“She got surgery for Hanahaki obviously. She didn’t have a terminal disease or else she would’ve been hospitalized for longer than that. The fact that she had Hanahaki affect her throat as well only means that she was severely affected by the flowers. I think I saw her throw up coffee flower petals once. She was throwing up behind the school while we were picking sweet potatoes with the class. She made me swear to not tell anyone but since she got the surgery I assume that she’s ok with people knowing now,” Akechi rambled, and Saiki lost himself at coffee flower petals. She had been in love with him, how dumb could be he? He was a psychic for goodness sake!

You started carrying around a tablet to communicate with people better. You always wrote down comments about certain things, and you always laughed along with everyone. It was like nothing had ever happened. You acted like nothing had ever happened and Saiki hated that.

Saiki was bothered and you figured out quicker than he liked to admit. You knew him way too well. You had walked up to him after school one day asking if he was ok. He promised you he was, but you didn’t believe him. So you dragged him up to the room and forced him to talk to you about what was bothering him. He asked you the only question on his mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You had paused. He had spoken to you with his actual voice and you frowned.

‘Tell you about what?’

Saiki looked exasperated.

“About the flowers, the Hanahaki, the surgery. Why didn’t you tell me?”

You blinked at him, shrugging before writing down your response.

‘It didn’t seem important’

You figured that Akechi had told him. Saiki groaned.

“I think my best friend throwing up flower petals is very important thank you very much”

‘It’s not like It matters anymore. The feelings and flowers are gone'

“But your voice-“

The loud noise of a digital pen was heard on the rooftop. The silence was suffocating.

‘But this, but that, it’s all over anyway it’s not like it’s important anymore’

Saiki chooses his next words carefully.

“Were you in love with me?”

You pause and nod your head enthusiastically. Saiki feels his own heart break.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

‘You liked Teruhashi. All the signs pointed to it and I got Kuusuke to pay for my surgery’

Saiki’s shoulders droop. It felt like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He reaches for you, and you take a step back. He wants you to know he loved you too, he wants to show you how much he liked you, how much he was actually in love with you.

He finds it’s too late however when you shrink away from the touch you used to cherish and love. You excuse yourself from the rooftop to meet up with Nendou and the others for your daily after-school ramen. Saiki watches your figure escape his sight. The feeling tastes bitter to him. It tasted like that cup of dark coffee he had once watched you down after pulling an all-nighter.

Saiki isn’t supposed to have regrets, but he thinks that letting you wither away from him was his worst mistake. He swears he hears the twinkling of stars when he starts crying. Perhaps this was the universe’s way of paying him back.

#saiki x reader #saiki k x reader #saiki k #saiki kusuo #kusuo saiki #kusuo x reader #saiki kusuo no psi nan #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #angst #hanahaki #mention of star tears #I did it I wrote the fic guys

[greenygreenland]

Date: Jean Havoc x Reader (w/ Big Brother Roy Mustang)

REQUESTED

-PRETEND ROY IS YOUNGER FOR THE SAKE OF THIS ONE-SHOT (say, like 20-ish) -sorry this took so long. I had an internship and it got a little crazy

-idc about the timeline because this is a one-shot and i’m not gonna use my big brain lmaooo

Summary: Overprotective Roy? Yes. You’re dating Jean Havoc and your bro watches your first date from the shadows.

Nervous. That was the first emotion you felt when you stepped out of the front door. Today was a big day, maybe more so than you’d like to believe. The sun shimmered overhead, where the sparse clouds drifted lazily across the sky. “Bye, Roy,” you called. “I’ll be back around sixteen o’clock.”

Roy was your elder brother by four years. If a guard dog had a human personification, it would definitely be him. For all your life, he wrote himself off as the responsible sibling. He acted like his grades were better than yours, like he was the one to take out the trash, or finish all the dishes before cockroaches decided to make home in them.

Anyone would have thought that to be true. After all, Roy was young and rose up the military ranks at an alarming rate. But you knew better, along with his close colleagues. Roy was stupid, overprotective, and impulsive. He would do anything that interested him, and if it didn’t, he’d pay no mind to it.

You prayed your brother would pay no mind today.

The front door slammed open with a creak. “Where do you think you’re going?” Roy inquired. He squinted at you as if you were about to do something stupid. “And what are you wearing? I hope you have shorts under that.” You rolled your eyes and adjusted the purse slung over your shoulder. 

This sun dress was a gift from Jean for your (age) birthday. The skirt flowed in the passing breezes like a flower, illuminating all the vibrant colours under the rays of sun. It was a beautiful dress. If Roy thought otherwise, you’d make him understand. “It’s called a dress, doofus.” you sarcastically replied. “Not like you’d know when you only see Riza in the Command Centre. Poor you. Haven’t gotten the chance to see her in a skirt, huh?”

Roy averted his gaze to the sky with a haughty huff. “What are you talking about? That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Heat rose up his cheeks. “If you’re implying I harbour romantic feelings for my First Lieutenant, then you’re--”

“A hundred percent correct.” you stated with a smug smirk. “I’ll be back around sixteen o’clock. Don’t burn down the house.” If Roy accidently did, you wouldn’t be surprised. He was the Flame Alchemist, and above all, your stupid big brother.

“Where are you going (Y/n)?” Roy called. You flung your hair over your shoulder with a bright smile that could have blinded even the sun. “A date, of course.” Okay, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to rub salt in a wound. What Roy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. But then you saw look on his face. Nevermind, it was totally worth it to rub in his face: jaw agape, eyes as wide as saucers, and shoulders hunched down.

Ah, it was good to be you.

The city bustled with life. With the sun shining, and the beauty of living in your palms, you trotted down the street. There was nothing that could ruin your date.

"Jean!" Your tone was light as a laugh escaped your lips. "It feels like I haven't seen you in a while." 

Cherry red dusted his cheeks. He stuffed the unlit cigarette into his pocket and offered you a hand. In his other, he placed a single (f/c) flower between your hairclips. "I saw you yesterday," he said with a bashful smile. "What do you mean it's been a while?" You bumped shoulders playfully and intertwined your fingers together. "Hyperbole, Jean."

"Well, it's one hyperbole too many." He remarked with a grin. "Do you want to have sandwiches today or a hot meal?" You shrugged, leaning against his shoulder. It was comfortable to have him hold you like this as you made your way down the street. He always had this secure way of linking your arms with his.

Off to the side, Roy couldn't say the same. It wasn’t like he planned on following you. Curiosity just swept him out of the house. And besides, what you didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt, right? Right.

Roy wished Jean didn’t hold you like you were some stuffed animal. For all he knew, Jean was just playing you. It wouldn't be the first when he had over fifteen other girls in the past four months. If Jean broke your heart, he'd be sure to fry the man up to a crisp. "Damn him," Roy grumbled. He pulled down his fedora and adjusted the glasses over his nose. "What makes him think he can touch (Y/n) like that?"

You suddenly laughed loudly at some joke. “Stop!” you cried, playfully smacking his arm. “That’s the worst one I’ve heard all week!” 

Roy slinked out of the shadows with a low huff. He shouldn't have worn such a thick jacket. It had to be over twenty something degrees today. But that was no matter because you were being whisked away to the park--by Jean! Roy hurried down the street. Since when did you get lunch? And what was Jean going to do to you?

"The park's a good place." you noted. “Let’s go there.” The bag from Sally's Sandwiches hung from Jean's arm. It swung back and forth as he happily pranced along the street with you hand in hand. "Good thing I remembered to bring a blanket this time. We can sit under that tree."

Oh, what was Jean going to do to you? Roy couldn't stand the thought of you walking with him like that. There had to be an ulterior motive to this 'date'. Maybe Jean wanted to leech off you for money, or maybe he would try seducing you in the park? Roy shook his head. No, no.

Jean wasn't a bad guy. Maybe Roy was thinking too far ahead. But what if he wasn’t? What if Jean pulled some sneaky plan?

You crossed the street just as a car wildly swerved. Its tires screeched against the road like nails on a chalkboard, grinding against stone until it came your way. Roy frantically popped out of his hiding space. "What kind of idiot would--"

Suddenly, you slammed a hand into the ground. The stone transmuted, blocking the car from any unnecessary collisions. It smacked straight into the wall, smoke and steam rising from its engine. "(Y/n)!" cried Jean. "Are you okay?" He frantically placed a hand on either of your shoulders and looked you up and down. A smile rose to your lips. "I'm fine. Not even a scratch."

A sigh escaped Jean's lips. "That's good. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt." You placed a gentle hand to his cheek and pecked it (Roy wanted to gag). "I'm an Alchemist. It'd be a shame if I went down by a car."

"Don't joke about that," Jean chastised. He hooked his arm with yours again and led you away from the screeching onlookers and police. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

Roy blinked. Did he hear Jean right? 'I don't know what I'd do if I lost you'? What was that supposed to mean? “Look at them, being all lovey-dovey...” Roy continued after the couple. They passed through a field of forest green grass, where flowers bloomed in straight, uniform lines all around. It was a beautiful spot to have a picnic. 

You swung your arm, hand in hand with Jean. The sun kissed your heads from the Heaven’s, illuminating a bright happiness Roy couldn’t look away from. Urgh. He wanted to kick something, or better yet, set a tree on fire. How could you two look so perfect? You were only (age) and that was far too young to be dating. 

Besides, you had a career in the military. If your little ‘relationship’ was sealed with a ring, you’d be separated. “Did they even think that through?” Roy grumbled to himself. He gritted his teeth together and ducked behind a bush. 

“Excuse me sir.”

Roy glanced over his shoulder with a false smile. “Ah, what is it?” A little boy ball up and down in his hand. The glare on his face could have been intimidating, but Roy was Roy Mustang. He wouldn’t let some kid look down upon him. “Are you lost?”

The kid clutched the rock so tightly his knuckles turned white. “My mama said to watch out for creepy people. I think you fit well, Mr. Pervert.” He took a step back and launched the ball at Roy’s head. “Take that!”

“What are you talking about?!” Roy exclaimed. He jumped out of the bushes and brushed the leaves from his jacket. Boy, it was getting terribly hot in the sweltering heat. Poor Roy found himself losing what little patience remained. “I’m not a creep, kid! Where are your parents? If I was a creep, you would have been kidnapped already. I’m just trying to make sure my sister...!”

At that very second, you so happened to come to a stop. At that very second, you so happened to stare. At that very second, you so happened to recognise a face among strangers.

Roy was royally screwed. 

The little kid pointed at Roy as if he were the most wanted criminal in all of Amestris. “Lady!” he screeched. “I saw this guy watching you since you got here! He’s a creep! Call the cops!” Jean squinted at Roy. At first, he actually believed the kid was telling the truth. What kind of normal person wore a winter coat, a fedora, and a pair of sunglasses if not to deal drugs in the alleyways?

“Hold up...” Jean blinked owlishly. “Colonel, is that you?!”

You released Jean’s arm. “Oh, it’s him alright.” A menacing glare rose to your face as you cracked your knuckles. What was Roy supposed to do? The wrath of his sister was not something he could brace himself for, especially when she could be just as impulsive as Edward Elric.

Roy waved his arms in denial. “I don’t know what that kid’s talking about. I just happened to pass by, and in the process, I ended up dropping my wallet, which turned out to be in the bushes, so--”

“Save it.” You cracked your knuckles and pulled on a glove. “It’s time to crank up the heat, because we’re having fried Alchemist tonight.”

Anger. That was the only emotion you felt as you chased your big brother around the park. Today was supposed to be a big day. You planned to walk around, maybe go shopping, and spend the night wandering around with Jean for a whole day. But no. Your stupid, idiotic, big brother had to be the creepy party crasher.

#FMA #fma fanfiction #fmab fanfiction #fmab roy #jean havoc #Roy Mustang #fma x reader #Fullmetal Alchemist #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #Fullmetal Alchemist x reader #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood x reader #x reader #fanfiction #anime #fmab x reader

[werewolf-witchboy]

Tokoyami Fumikage X Male Reader

Being A Witch Boy And Dating Tokoyami

WARNINGS: none uwu

Being a witch has nothing to do with your quirk, you just like practicing the dark arts and witchy things.

I'm not going to mention what your quirk is, so you can imagine that you have whatever quirk you want, or you can imagine yourself as someone without a quirk.

💀 Tokoyami had been fascinated with your hobby of witchcraft ever since he met you. He was most fascinated with the fact that your actual quirk has nothing to do with how your witchcraft works.

🕯 He had already thought you were cute before, and he had been in that time of his life where he was starting to question his sexuality a little- but after you showed him your witchy interests, he fell hard for you.

💀 He may be a dark and edgy birb boi, but he's also quite shy and awkward. He probably would have never confronted you about his crush if you hadn't told him your feelings for him first.

🕯 When y'all started dating, literally everyone was like "FINALLY!!" cuz it was super obvious that the two of you were meant for each other.

💀 When it comes to what type of witch you are, i'd say you're a witch of all traits.

-You love dark and spooky things, but you also love pastel colors and nature.

-Your room in the class 1A dorm is most likely full of plants, candels, a variety of antiques and trinkets, and shit that you can't buy at stores until it's around Halloween time.

🕯 Tokoyami likes to ask many questions about all of the different types of things you do, and he actually pays attention and is super interested. You'll even teach him some new things, and show him how to do them himself.

💀 You love Dark Shadow as much as you love Tokoyami himself. Though they're both very different in personality, you find them both charming and adorable (despite them both saying they're not "adorable," they're dark and spoopy lmao).

🕯 He also loves your animal familiar.

-Your familiar rarely comes out of your bedroom. Since you're dating Tokoyami, you allow him in your room (which means a lot more than he probably thinks it does, cuz spaces where witches do their magic and recharging are very sacred to them) so he gets to see your familiar quite often.

💀 It's rare for familiars to show affection to anyone that isn't their bonded witch, but your familiar absolutely loves Tokoyami.

-They'll hop onto his lap immediately as soon as he sits down in your room.

🕯 Both you and Tokoyami thrive in the darkness, so there are often times where you both hang around in your dimly lit room cuddled up together just talking all day (or even sometimes laying there in comfortable silence).

-You'll be in there together for so long that all of your friends will start questioning where you're both at, and not even realize that you're just in your room.

💀 He obviously likes you a whole lot, but he's super bad at saying it with words. He's just shy and bashful. BUT THEN DARK SHADOW EXPOSES HIM LMAO-

-You'll be standing there looking super cute, and Tokoyami will just stare at you and want to say something so badly. Then Dark Shadow appears and is all like "wOw yOu'Re sUpEr hOt" and Tokoyami just dies right there in the very spot he's standing cuz he can't believe that just happened.

🕯 That's another thing- Tokoyami stares at you a LOT. He even did it before y'all started dating, but now he doesn't even try to hide it.

-You barely noticed at first, but once you started noticing how often you catch him staring at you, you can't help but tease him a little.

-You'll stare at him back, directly in the eyes, and he'll get super flustered and embarrassed.

-Then to calm him down and make him feel less embarrassed, you'll giggle at his flustered-ness and give him a lil beak kiss...which just makes him even more flustered.

💀 He's definitely the type who wants to be a total romantic, and speak all poem-like to you, and shower you with praises, ect. BUT he gets so flustered when it comes to affection, and second-guesses himself when it comes to his ideas of showing affection.

-He's scared of coming off too strong, or seeming to clingy, or even not doing enough, so he never really gets the chance to act out any of how he wants to show affection- and to top it all off he can't help but be absolutely smitten every time you give him affection of any sort, and he'll not know how to react to it.

🕯 You never call him out on his shyness or how he reacts to your affection, you're not offended with any way he reacts to you. You think it's super cute how innocent he seems when it comes to all of this, and of course you encourage any time he gets a little bit of confidence to hold your hand or compliment you (without the help of Dark Shadow lol).

💀 His feathers get all ruffled when he's flustered, and OMFG it's too cute. 🥺😭

🕯 Something that he loves so much is when you borrow his clothes. Because for him, it's kind of a way to show affection towards you without being super direct about it.

-So him being like "you're cold? here, wear my sweatshirt" translates to "TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME, KEEP IT FOREVER, I LOVE YOU FJSKDJFHR-"

💀 Don't come @ me- Tokoyami listens to death metal, but he'd totally vibe with something like kpop if you introduced him to it.

-He's definitely a Loona stan.

🕯 Highkey though, now that I think of it- he probably also listens to Joji and Billie Eilish.

-Like, really moody sad boi hours indie music.

-He'd have Will He playing in his headphones, and he'd be all edgy and in his feelings, but he'd also be doing something like baking cookies at the same time lmfao.

-He'd have a playlist named "songs to cry to," but he'd be listening to it while knitting sweaters for puppies or something.

💀 No, you didn't ask me what kind of music that I think Tokoyami listens to, but you got it anyway. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

🕯 If he's at a store, and sees something kinda spooky looking that makes him think of you, he'd quickly get it and think all day of giving it to you, and he'd want to watch you add it to your collection of lil trinkets and antiques.

-....But he'd chicken out so hard I stg.

-This poor baby would rehearse how he'd give it to you in his head over and over again, and then when the time comes to give it to you, he'd get suddenly so tongue-tied and worried if you'd actually like it or not.

-But, of course, you love whatever he gets you every time. Your always super surprised when he gets you something, cuz it's not your birthday or any special day, and you never expect gifts from people.

-Every time you accept a gift from him, you always want to squeal, tackle him, and shower him with kisses- but you resist doing so with all of your being, cuz you know he'd malfunction.

-Instead you very profoundly thank him many times, and give him one especially loving kiss.

-Seeing your extra surprised and happy reaction always relieves him so much, and it makes him want to do it all over again and gift you a whole shop full of trinkets. His lack of hundreds of dollars is the only thing that stops him.

💀 You're the type of person who wears a lot of black, and scatters bright colors here and there within your look. Your style ranges from goth to pastel e-boy.

🕯 You don't like to change other people's styles or tell other people what to wear, but every once in a while, Tokoyami expresses an interest in dressing like you- which you go NUTS over.

-You'll let him borrow your pastel sweaters, and he'll let you put bright colored hairclips in his feathers.

-He now even owns some pastel colored clothing of his own, that you either gifted him or he secretly bought himself at some point.

💀 He used to be shy about changing up his style every once in a while at first. Whenever you'd take pictures of him wearing bright clothes, he'd softly ask you not to show them to any of the others.

-Eventually he became confident enough to go out in public those rare days he'd wear bright colors, and everyone is always super supportive of the different style.

🕯 He had never been in a relationship with another guy before he started dating you.

-He started questioning his sexuality around the time he started high school, but it was never a priority at first because he was more focused on working hard to get into U.A. and thinking about his future being a hero.

-aNd tHeN hE mEt yOu, and now we're here lol.

-ANYWAYS, y'all go to pride parades together.

-Something he isn't shy about is his sexuality, cuz as soon as he realized how he felt about you, he was all in and that was that.

-Y'all go all out for parades with face and body paint, and shirts with your flags on them, and even sometimes bringing signs and flags to hold up and wave around.

-Some of your friends will come with the two of you, whether they're there because they're also lgbtq+ or just because they support it.

-It's the most social the two of you are the entire year, cuz your both introverted lil emos that don't really talk to many people outside of class 1A.

💀 So yeah- I think Tokoyami is highly underrated and I'm extremely soft for him. He's an emo birb boi, what is not to love.

-I believe in emo birb boi supremacy.

-Rise all Tokoyami stans, we shall take over the entire anime world someday.

#tokoyami #tokoyami fumigake #bnha #mha #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #x reader #male reader #x male reader #witch #witch boy #witch aesthetic #dark arts #witch reader #headcannon #imagine #oneshot #tokoyami x reader #tokoyami x male reader #fumikage #mlm #sfw

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HAPPY LOGINCE WEEK DAY ONE <33 I wrote a oneshot for the occasion I'm also going to draw later @loginceweek2022

Prompt : Proposal

Pairing : Logince

Au: Human

Roman sighed shakily, his breath heavy as he felt the weight of the ring sit gently in the pocket of his red blazer. He wanted this to be perfect, not only was Logan very professional ; but he likes when things get done right . Roman wanted perfect too, a perfect proposal for a perfect boyfriend. He adjusted the crown hairclip that sat in his hair, gazing straight into his mirror in front of him. They were going to a poetry slam together ; since poetry was one of the few things the couple both agreed on, then afterwards they were going out for a fancy dinner. Roman made reservations at Logan's favorite restaurants as well, and before their dinner he planned on driving Logan somewhere private to ask.

He slipped the ring out of his pocket, his eyes darting to the blue diamond. The reflection of light made the gems shimmer, glistening in Roman's hand. He had picked dark blue, just for Logan. Roman jumped once he heard a knock on his door, quickly shoving the ring right back into his pocket.

"Roman, are you almost ready?" Logan asked softly as he waiting outside the other's room. He stepped back once the door opened and Roman stepped out.

Roman's eyes widened, he tried to speak but words failed to leave his mouth ; his heart beat raced as he just stared at Logan. Every time. Every time they went somewhere nice and Roman saw Logan dressed up ; he practically melted. "Wow...Nerd you look beautiful! Wow did I manage to be so lucky?" Roman cooed with a swoon as he offering a hand to the other.

Logan placed his hand gentle in Roman's intertwacing their fingers together as he rolled his eyes, "you're still surprised I can get put together? Plus Roman, we do have a special night planned."

'Little does he know-' Roman thought, swallowing nervously as he squeezed the other's hand, "well then, where were we?"

A few hours had passed yet it seemed like they had flown by, before the two knew it they had heard every poem that could be heard. Roman pressed a soft peck to Logan's lips, "so am I an amazing date planner or what? You've got to admit I've won. And tonight has barely even started."

Logan felt a light blush creep onto his cheeks, he slowly nodded. "I have to admit ; this was wonderful. Hearing literature in such an amazing way ; especially seeing the way you react to the more romantic ones. It's rare we get to experience something we have in common, it's great when we do," he leaned against Roman's shoulder for a moment.

After a few minutes of sitting there, bracing each other's touch and warmth, the couple stood up ready to go to their next destination.

Roman felt his heart beat race, taking deep breaths as he squeezed Logan's hand tighter every moment when they started walking together . His plan had gone great already ; but he still hadn't asked. He was meant to ask before dinner, his plan was to ask outside the restaurant. Logan rambled on about whatever he was telling him about, and Roman tried to listen but his thoughts were overwhelmingly loud. He was supposed to ask right now, before they went to eat. He sighed, before he was interrupted.

Logan hummed for a moment, glancing at Roman, "Roman dear? Are you alright? You seem anxious," he commented softly, "is everything okay?" He frowned worriedly.

Just say it, Roman. Don't be a wimp. He loves you

Roman exhaled legs shaking slightly as he looked into the other's eyes, "everything is okay Specs, in fact everything's better than okay," he promised sticking his hand in his pocket to grab the ring.

The moonlight shined on the couple as Roman let go of Logan's hands to get down on one knee. The corners of his mouth twitched as he started to smile, he loved Logan more than anyone else he had ever met.

A small quiet gasp left Logan's his eyes widened, he adjusted his glasses ; light blush coding his face. "Roman! Oh- oh my gosh!" he exclaimed, smiling.

Roman held the ring up for Logan to see, grinning proudly, "I've known you for such a long time however if I told child me I'd be proposing to you I don't think he would have believed me," Roman chuckled sheepishly, "some people might not understand how we work so well together, but they're wrong. You mean the world to mean, you understand me more than anyone else could. Any moment I'm with you automatically cheers me up, being with you it's like I've gotten my fairytale ending."

Roman felt tears start to appear under his eyes, he gazed up at him, "which is why I would be honored to spend the rest of my life with you, So Logan Croft, will you marry me?"

Logan didn't know what got into him ; he was never the type of person for public displays of affection. However after hearing all that he felt himself pull Roman up back onto his feet into a tight hug. "Yes! Roman, I would love to marry you," he replied cuping Roman's face, before practically smashing their lips together.

Roman wrapped his arms around Logan's waist, smiling contently into the kiss as Logan ran his fingers through his hair.

Logan couldn't kiss him any longer, his throat burning for air. He slowly and reluctantly pulled back, his lips still longing for more, he gassed for air. "My- my apologies-" he mumbled embarrassed, "I don't know what got into me." He watched as Logan slipped the ring onto his finger.

"No need to apologize as long as you kiss me like that again," Roman replied simply rolling his eyes lovingly.

Word Count: 968

#logince week 2022 #logince week #logince #ts logince #logince fluff #sanders sides logince #logince fanfiction #logince fanfic #nerd husbands #roman sanders #logan sanders #ts roman #ts logan #logan x roman

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As a thank for you allowing me to write something for you, I'd like "When you love something, you protect it" + Taiora (with some side Koushiro friendship??) :D If it's alright!! <3

See this sweet piece of writing by Eve herself!

Taiora + "When you love something, you protect it."

Thank you for the request back Eve (: Hope you like it <3 (I didn't proofread)

Treasure

Seated behind an open box on the ground, Koushiro looked up from his working place of the day, looking for the almost empty bottle of oolong tea. The cold oolong tea was his daily refreshment, the work however was something completely different. Complicated calculations and programming software were replaced by folding clothes, the hundreds of computers replaced by a hundred of different boxes.

Koushiro had looked forward to having a day filled with mindless work, but instead the day had been rather exhausting. More so than his usual work and job. Maybe it was because it was basically the middle of summer. It had made him tired and sweaty, made him long for the cool air conditioning in his office.

He also longed for his office because it was a bit more quiet. Or a bit… A whole lot.

A frustrating sigh slipped out of him and he to refocus on the pile of clothes that was slowly shrinking due to his efforts. In the meantime he had first row tickets to the banter-show Taichi and Sora had already been giving him throughout the entire day.

And the third act was about to begin.

“Sor, what about this?” Koushiro heard Taichi ask Sora, immediately followed by some sounds of them clashing bodies and he simply knew Sora had snatched whatever Taichi was holding from his hands. “Hey now! It’s just a… what is it anyway?”

“Stupid.”

Ah, the catch phrase.Koushiro thought to himself as he tried to figure out whether the bikini had to go into the box with underwear or not.

“Yes. It is stupid.” Taichi responded. “So then what’s your problem? It’s not like you ever use it. You might as well sell it or, I don’t know…” A short silence. In his mind Koushiro could see Taichi nonchalantly shrug his shoulder, “… throw it away.”

He decided to turn a nearby bag into a swimming supplies bag. The sound of Sora’s annoyed voice made him wince, knowing the banter would turn into another fight between the two.

“Yagami Taichi, you are stupid!”

Classic. With the bikini out of the way, his hands started on folding the next shirt.

“Oh yes, I am the stupid one, how—”

“It’s a treasure!” He heard Sora interrupt. “And I am not going to throw away treasures, especially the ones my boyfriend has gifted me even way before we started dating.”

Her voice had become more quiet and Koushiro looked up, in the meantime putting the folded shirt on top of the rest of Sora’s clothes in the box. His gaze stayed on his two friends for a little longer and he could see the confusion of Taichi’s face turning into realization, his lips parting to let out a long O-sound, followed by a “shit”.

“Sora, love… I should have known…”

Koushiro’s eyes were glued to the little treasure in Sora’s trembling hands, the thing being somewhat familiar, giving him an idea of what the pin-looking accessory actually was. Or rather meant. He shook his head before he turned his attention back to folding clothes, Sora and Taichi back at having a new argument.

“Why?” Came a voice from his right and Koushiro turned his attention to the blonde companion.

“Taichi-san and Sora-san? Don’t ask me.”

They sighed in unison, like they had done so many times before ever since Taichi and Sora had become a couple. They both knew them being hot headed would never stop.

“Isn’t that the hairclip Taichi gifted her for her 12th birthday all those years ago?” Yamato said, Koushiro following his trail of sight. “You would think after all that drama back then, she wouldn’t defend to keep it the way she is doing now.”

Yamato was right. The hairclip was familiar, just dusted, the colors had fade a bit. But even though it was old and worn out, he knew it was truly a treasure to Sora. So Koushiro looked at Yamato, then back to Taichi and Sora and all he could do was smile.

And there was only one conclusion.

“Well Yamato-san,” he started, his hands were already back at folding one of Sora’s pants and his eyes followed soon.

“When you love something, you protect it.”

#DFS digimon fanfiction #taiora #taichi x sora #taichi yagami #sora takenouchi #tai kamiya #digimon #answered #koushiro izumi #yamato ishida #OT4? #let Koushiro be annoyed with his besties pls

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Seeing S/O dressed up for the first time - Oikawa

I’m watching rewatching big bang theory atm and this has such bbt vibes

for the lovely sufia 💕💕 also for @togasknifes bc she deserves some oikawa too

Request for @sufias-main-blog​ :YES YES YES MIN!!! I'M HERE TO REQUEST: fluff drabble(it can be bigger if your inspiration permits (((: ) for Oikawa with a female s/o who usually just dresses casually til they have their first date and he sees her with like, heels and some makeup and a dress(gasp) for the first time? As fluffy as possible I don't care if it gives me cavities. Thank you 🥺👉👈

Oikawa:

You and Oikawa had been friends throughout high school when you both realised your feelings for each other. He was always so caught up in volleyball and fangirls, while you just felt so out of his range. You never thought you would be the type of girl that OIkawa would like; he was the ‘pretty boy’ of the school, always looking so put together and exuding confidence. The kind of girls that threw themselves at him were also so dressed up, with a face full of makeup and some effort put into their hair. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t care so much. Sure, you wanted to look nice, but you tended to prefer dressing casually and spending more time on other things than getting ready. As long as you were comfortable then that’s what mattered to you. And you enjoyed that, you liked your style and it made you feel your best, however, when you and Oikawa decided to go on a date together, you wanted to wow him.

Since you had been friends for years, he was already so used to you and your appearance, and he insisted that he loved it, always telling you how beautiful you looked, but you wanted to make this first date special, like the first time you were seeing each other. So, a couple hours before your date, you started getting ready.

You picked out a cute dress, one that hugged your waist and flared out a little at the hips, hitting you short on your thighs. Usually, you’d felt that it was way to fancy for any normal day, but this was a special moment. After looking at some tutorials and scrolling through Instagram for inspiration, you decided that was a little useless - there was no way you were going out with white eyeliner and that dark of a contour, but you did want to experiment a little. You played around with creating little wings with eyeshadow, extending your natural eye shape, and popping on a little red lipstick that you blotted out so it looked more subtle. You even spent a little while styling your hair, putting a small hairclip in the side that helped tame it while looking cute. 

Staring at yourself in the mirror felt a little odd - you looked cute, you had to admit, but it was so weird seeing yourself dressed up like this. What if he didn’t like it? What if people thought you looked odd? You took a deep breath, going over to your shoe rack and, as you were about to pick your usual trainers, you noticed a pair of black heeled boots that you’d probably only ever worn once. Maybe this was a good time to bust them out again to complete your look. Besides, Oikawa is a tall guy and you didn’t want to have to look up too far to see his face. 

A few minutes later, he text you, letting you know he was waiting outside for you. You both decided to go for a meal together, where you could chat and, possibly, take a romantic walk after along the nearby beach. Originally, you said you’d just meet him there, but he didn’t want you walking alone while it was getting darker, agreeing to pick you up at your house so you could go together. 

Grabbing your bag and phone, you slowly unlocked the door, holding your breath. Noticing the door open, Oikawa put his phone in his pocket and turned to you. His smile turned into a wide gaping hole as his jaw dropped at the sight. He looked you up and down a few times while you nervously shifted from each foot, clinging onto the strap of your bag. 

“Oh, this is nice,” he let out, his eyebrows raised in a little shock. “Y-you look so good, like so pretty, wow,” you could feel your cheeks burn as you giggled a little. It was nice to hear such compliments from such a gorgeous guy himself. 

“You like it? Is it too much?” You asked, fiddling with you newly styled hair. You both knew this wasn’t going to be an everyday thing from now on, but it was one hell of a surprise. He quickly shook his head, offering you a smile and his hand. As you walked closer and took his hand in yours, you noticed the faint pink the brushed his cheeks.

“Not at all. Who knew you could look even hotter than me?” He teased, as you gave him a deadpan look, smacking his shoulder gently. He put his hands up in defence, chuckling. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, but seriously, you look so good. I like this dress, it suits you so well,” he beamed, playing with the edge of your skirt. Taking your hand back in his, he kissed the back of you hand and you both headed off on your date. 

You’re date went amazingly well. It was so nice just to have this time with him. It felt so natural, but you were able to get to know him on a better level than you had done before. He held your hand for most of it besides eating, stroking the back of your hand. Just having your full attention on each other the whole night made you feel so warm, so full. 

After your meal, the two of you took a stroll near the lights by the side of the beach. Your entwined hands swung back and forth as you admired your surroundings. Your skin felt electric under his touch, but it was comforting. 

“I had a great night, I hope you did too. Also, you really do look beautiful. I think you look gorgeous no matter what, but you really took my breath away tonight.” He spoke, looking at you with soft, lit up eyes. 

“I guess I’ll have to do this more often,” you teased, however he just smiled and shook his head. 

“You’re perfect no matter what you wear, makeup or not. In fact I think you look your cutest when you’re in a hoodie that’s too big for you and your hair tied up. Just, maybe next time, it can be my hoodie?”

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu fluff #haikyū!! #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tōru #oikawa tooru

[ashistrashhh]

here are some fic recs!! including sakuatsu, bokuaka, kuroken and matsuhana bc i couldnt help myself

if you want, ask me about a certain ship and ill give you some recs!

-sakuatsu-

Marble and Sandstone by red_camellia

rating: G words: 12,937 chapters: 2/2 

author summary: Miya Atsumu only cares about volleyball and nothing else. That is, until he develops a strange obsession with the marble statue of a young man that seems vaguely familiar in his university's arts department. One day that statue comes alive as the very real Sakusa Kiyoomi, and they are left with the mystery of why Sakusa Kiyoomi was turned into a statue and only came back to life when Atsumu touched him. Their new-found connection and the strange mystery turns Atsumu's life upside down, not least because of his growing feelings for Sakusa.

my notes: this was a rlly cute fic!!! 11/10 would read again!!

let it go (paint my body gold) by lunarism

rating: T words: 3,272 chapters: 1/1

author summary: It becomes a routine for them. Sometimes they go grocery shopping and make dinner together, other times they end up talking until Sakusa feels like his own shower and bed is calling him. Every single time Sakusa gets home, shrugs his coat off, balls it up, and proceeds to scream profusely into the fabric for a few minutes.

my notes: pining!!! sakusa!!! also casual painter!atsumu!!! and they paint together!!!

craft a miracle with these hands, lips, (silence) by chrysanthe (sonderesque)

rating: T words: 4,252 chapters: 1/1

author summary: ‘Someone is here to ruin your night,’ his door tells him. ‘You should let them in.’ “I’M HOMELESS OMI-OMI. HOMELESS,” yells the one here to ruin his night. “LET ME IN.”

(What does Kiyoomi sell his sanctuary for?)

my notes: hnnn rlly fuckin cute,, and domestic,,,,

Clipped To You by littleboat

rating: T words: 8,174 chapters: 1/1

author summary: It starts with Hinata Natsu, of all people.

Well, if Atsumu’s being honest with himself, it started way before that, but he’s not, so that’s besides the point. And thankfully, he’s just petty enough to blame all of his problems on a thirteen year old girl.

or Sakusa starts wearing hair clips and Atsumu is more than a little obsessed

my notes: minor kagehina, bokuaka // god these fics rlly make me simp for fictional characters even more than i should. but!! sakusa!!! in hairclips!!! and a pining atsumu!!!

learn how to lay me down in something other than danger, other than fury by rosevtea 

words: 34,211 chapters: 1/1

author summary: All of the ways fellow college TA Miya Atsumu reinvents Kiyoomi's definition of normal.

my notes: god i loved this. it’s a fake dating au and like,, even though they’re “dating” sakusa keeps letting his guard down little by little around atsumu and it surprises everyone. komori and akaashi just know  that they’re were genuinely pining for eachother

among probabilities and a thousand fates by aalphard

rating: T words: 15,675 chapters: 1/1

author summary: prompt fill for “in a world where the red string of fate exists, person a’s finger always twitches when person b, who can see the string, tugs on their string” | or sakusa thought he had a tic and atsumu liked to see his confused expression when it started to happen exclusively when he was around.

my notes: i! loved! it!! so basically atsumu and osamu have the rare gift of seeing the red string of fate, so they know its real but sakusa, like most other people dont believe it exists. so atsumu gives sakusa a (kinda) hard time. rlly cute!! i love soulmate aus!

-bokuaka- 

love in the time of wifi by dalyeau

rating: G words: 4,177 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Akaashi is coming to terms with the fact that he might be romantically interested in his volleyball captain. Hence, doing what any sixteen year old with a problem should do. He asks about it online.

my notes: really cute fic about akaashi asking what he should do about his crush on a site similar to reddit. its kinda a “i didnt know it was you” kind of fic and it made me happy

steam by orphan_account

rating: E words: 8,474 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

 bokuto: why is he so hot bokuto: why am i so gay kuroo: LMAO you mean your vice captain right bokuto: yeah

The coach blew the whistle for practice to begin, and Bokuto drummed his fingers against the bleachers, awaiting Kuroo’s reply. He was about to walk away, when his phone buzzed in his hand.kuroo: i got this bro bokuto: what bokuto: wtf does that mean

Bokuto started to panic.

my notes: explicit!!! but really wholesome. kuroo is honestly the best wingman. i also think this is my favourite bokuaka smutfic?? 

just to miss the sun by rosevtea

rating: T words: 15,126 chapters:1/1

author summary: Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

my notes: akaashi is a booktuber and bokuto crashes one of his streams. fans begin to speculate. rlly fluffy and can u tell i like bokuaka

brain fish by iceblinks

rating: T words: 12,026 chapters: 6/6

author summary: Akaashi wakes up to a string of texts from an unknown number. 

my notes: i love text fics and i love wrong number aus so u can tell how much i loved this. really fluffy and i come back to it time to time

-kuroken-

us three by honey_s

rating: T words: 5,137 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Kuroo’s gaze flits over to the utensil. His eyes bulge out of his skull. “Wh—is that a meat hammer? Put it back!” Akaashi’s head recoils back in confusion. “I don’t understand the problem here.” “Why on Earth have you got a fucking meat hammer? We aren’t going to kill somebody!” “Well,” Akaashi begins, clearly taken aback, “I apologise for assuming. I had heard Kenma-san had been hurt in school and after getting a message from both of you to meet late at night, I merely filled in the blanks and assumed we were going to beat someone up, for lack of a better term.” “Not literally! I meant metaphorically, or figuratively, or something!” “Idiomically?” “That isn’t a word, Bokuto-san.” “Jesus Christ,” Kuroo groans, dropping his head into his hands. “We're going to jail."

my notes: bokuaka and kuroo are ready to beat someone up for kenma!! and we stan!! 

Cherry Pits and Cat Tattoos by strawberryriver

rating: G words: 6,141 chapters: 1/1

author summary: 

Kuroo has been in communication with his soulmate ever since they were kids. They've known each other for so long that he never really worried about when or how he would meet them. At least, not until he meets the roommate of Bokuto's soulmate.Soulmate AU in which things written on your skin show up on your soulmate. Companion piece/same AU as Serendipty

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Kuroo Tetsurou liked to write on his arms. Despite his mother's half-serious warnings about “ink poisoning” or staining his skin, he insisted on marking his arms and legs wherever he could. Not like his best-friend-since-always Bokuto Koutaro, who had to write on his arms or he’d forget to breathe, but artfully. He’d draw designs, animals, the occasional chemical compound. The whole idea behind soulmates fascinated him: how one person could mark their arm and someone potentially thousands of miles away, would have that same mark appear. The amount of articles, studies, and books he’d read about the topic, even at a young age, could put an undergrad researcher to shame.

my notes: again with the soulmate au bc i cannot help myself. but really cute!!! probably gonna read this again later!

Boom, Toasted by protostar (hearthope)

rated: T words: 6,782 chapters: 1/1

author summary:

 FROM: yuuji any bets on who hes texting??

FROM: eita He's smiling at his phone. Kuroo, probably

FROM: kentarou Kuroo

TO: fake family Have any of you ever once considered not prying

FROM: eita You deserve it

FROM: yuuji how can we not when ur in love!!

Kenma gets a text from an unknown number. He'd be lying if he said the guy behind it wasn't kind of endearing.

my notes: again, i love wrong number texts. it focuses more on kenma’s friendship, but kenma’s pov with texting kuroo is more than him realizing feelings and stuff. really cute, ive read it multiple times. 

Japan's most subscribed by NeverNothing

rating: T words: 3,631 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Kuroo Tetsurou @blacktetsurou changed his bio : volleyball player, co-owner of Bouncing Ball Corp. and so much more ;)

my notes: i! love! social media! fics!!! really cute and basically people wondering who the mysterious kuroo is to applepi. 

MATSUHANA!!! the underrated gem

texting (with a capital S) by parenthetic

rating: M words: 2,119 chapters: 1/1

author summary: Hanamaki breaks his No Texting In Class rule, and it's all downhill from there.

my notes: honestly more funny than it suggests, but its matsuhana, they’re meme lords.

rated m for by orphan_account

rated: T words: 10,692 chapters: 1/1

author summary: He should have known that there was a Specific Reason™ why it was so absolutely vital that he and Matsukawa specifically meet for a reading of the script. He should have known that there had to be some evil catch beyond sitting in a tiny, cramped studio with his newly sworn enemy.

Hanamaki stares at the title of the script he’d so gracefully neglected the night before.

FORBIDDEN PARADISE

“Excuse me,” Hanamaki starts, raising a pen in the air while staring blankly at the packet in his free hand. “Just to clarify, you want me to record a boy's love CD with Matsukawa?”

my notes: a very good voice actor au. there is some misunderstanding on hanamaki’s part bc he didnt finish listening to matsukawa, and this is really cute and i love matsuhana. 

In A Quiet Night, All Sounds Carry by levyovochka

rating: E words: 4,794 chapters: 1/1

authors summary: “Ah, ah, Too—!”

Hanamaki hates his university dorm.

“—ru, let me cum, please!”

Hold up. That’s a fucking understatement. Let him rephrase it: Hanamaki loathes his university dorm with passion. Detest the damned abomination, abhors it—

“—ru! Coming, coming—”

It has only been a month and Hanamaki already wants to die.

my notes: as u can guess minor iwaoi // rlly well written and bottom hanamaki rights and maybe my favourite matsuhana smutfic??? and hooh boy i simp for matsukawa

call me maybe by totooru

rating: T words: 33,689 chapters: 14/14

author summary: Hanamaki texts the wrong number when trying to extort tips out of Oikawa in order to defeat Iwaizumi in arm wrestling, and then continues to text the witty stranger who had answered.

my notes: minor iwaoi, daisuga, bokuaka // god i think this is my favourite matsuhana fic overall, maybe in general, but my god is it great. this is probably a common rec, but its understandable as to why it is. basically au where makki texts matsun (who goes to karasuno) instead of oikawa for tips to beat iwaizumi at an arm wrestling match. but they keep messaging. and holy shit i love their conversations. please read this, it is 256/10

there we go!! i might go a part two with more ships (kagehina, tsukkiyama and iwaoi) but this took up way to much time lol. i have an essay due in a couple hours. but hope u like these fics as much as i do!!

#haikyuu fic recs #fic recs #bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #msby black jackal #matsuhana #matsumakki #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #kagehina #daisuga #ash's ramblings #hinata shouyou #long post

[irameii]

You ||: JUYEON

Warnings: none really

Summary: I love you y/n

Juyeon:"Prettys on the inside y/n"

Y/n:"I know , I know Juyeon but common. Do you see her though. Shes just so much prettier than me"*sigh*

The male just looks at me . From the way he looks, almost like hes upset is enough to get me to stop talking about our college campus beauty.

Juyeon:"You'll see eventually, look closer in the mirror. y/n and you can see it. Its all on the inside. "

Y/n: "Alright alright. Hey Juyeon, help me pick out my outfit for my date today?"

Juyeon: *Hesitates* today? Um, sure. What time ?

Y/n: once our 1 pm class is over? He said theres this garden he wants to show me so I want to look as pretty as the flowers that will be there.

Juyeon: *light chuckle*alright y/n

Y/n: thank you Juyeonieee !!!! *skips away to class *

OtherPOV

Juyeon sees as his bestfriend happily skips away. Letting out a heavy sigh. Feeling a knowing feeling he knows all too well. He loves Y/n. But she has a Boyfriend so he cant do anything about it. Your smile, your laugh, you. It was you. It was complicated.

*Later that evening*

Juyeon sat on your couch while you went to get different outfits. The sound of your rambling when you were choosing outfits to show Juyeon made him laugh to himself.

Y/n: OMG Juyeon. Look okay so how about this skirt with this top? Or should we keep it classic with this top and a pair of ripped jeans?

Juyeon: *finger on chin* mmm both look good. But what do you feel more comfortable in? You will be wearing it for a few hours, and it might get slightly colder tonight.

Y/n: true *looks at self* so the top with the jeans? With a loose upward pony tail??* turns around to look at Juyeon*

Juyeon: uh yeah... That'd be nice.

Y/n : okay !!thank you Juyeonieee . Im gonna go ahead and get ready, stay till i leave so you can help me see how it looks !!! * skips along to bedroom*

Again. He slightly chuckles as he watches you leave. You had that habit. Everytime he said or did something for you you would always call him Juyeonie and skip along almost like an innocence he loved about you. Or when you'd simply look up at him to smile, he loved it about you. The way your eyes would go big and then your eyebrows would go up and down with your mouth slightly open when you'd try to get his attention to make him lose concentration cause you'd gotten bored studying. He enjoyed your habits. Thats when he realized he loved you.

Y/n: Juyeon!!! Help me with this hairclip.

Juyeon: *opens clip and places on head* is this the one i got you?

Y/n: *turns around, looks up* yeah, its really pretty .

Juyeon: yeah..... *looks away with a slight blush*

Y/n: okay. So how do I look? *spins*

Juyeon: * smile forming* Beautiful. You look beautiful y/n...

Y/n: Thank you Juyeonieee.❤I'll see you then!!!. Thanks for helping meee. I'll tell you how it goes!!

Juyeon: okay....

Juyeon didnt want to hear it though. How your boyfriend makes your heat skip a beat. How that smile you give Juyeon was bigger when you were with your boyfriend. How he made you feel in love.... But he was your bestfriend.... And talking about it made you happy, but he felt Jealous.. The way hed get to hold your hand. Or the way youd hug him, or let him lay his head in your lap... He felt jealous.... But there wasnt anything he could do....he was just your bestfriend.

Next day

There were marks on your neck. Evident that your date with your boyfriend went well. But it didnt sit well with Juyeon the moment he saw them.

Juyeon: whats this?

He says it with a different tone than you're used to as he pulls your hair back away from your neck to see them. Things got heated between you and your boyfriend last night, you didnt think anyone would notice since you tried hiding it with makeup but it seems it didnt get passed Juyeon though.

Y/n: * slightly steps back* things got a little heated last night after the date. I tried to cover them up though.

You dont notice the look he gives you as you look away and focus back on the teacher. You heard a clicking sound from him but when you looked at him he turned back to the teacher.

Juyeon was acting off the following days.. He started talking to the college campus beauty and her friends. He would walk her to and from class. And would swing by her table before finding his was to you Which was odd since he said he didnt really like girls who wore so much makeup because it hides their natural beauty. So it was odd that he suddenly had interest in them now. Saying you were feeling a little jealous was something you didnt want to come to terms with. But you couldnt do anyrhing about it since you guys were just friends so you decided to ignore it but youd steal glances every now and then and its make your chest tight. And the way he talks to you were just short responses maybe a hey here and there but that was all.

After the next 3 weeks he would do it. Casually put his arm around her and laugh out loud when you would walk past him. And eventually you had enough of it. And decided to confront him.

Y/n: Juyeon

*silence*

Y/n: Juyeon

*silence*

Tired you pull him by his shirt collar outside to the back of the library.

Y/n: whats up with you? Why have you suddenly changed??

Juyeon: why? Whats wrong with wanting to talk to others ?

Y/n: you know thats not what I mean Juyeon. You have hardly been speaking to me and now its now to nearly nothing. Something is wrong. Please......

*Bell rings*

Y/n:*sigh* meet me at my place to talk Juyeon. I mean it.

You turn to leave , not letting him give you a response. He stood there frozen. Not knowing what to do. He knew if he went , he might mess up and confessing... He didnt know what to do. The desperate look on your face almost made him confess right there. But he bit his tongue.

Lunch time

Juyeon: hey y/n.... I cant make it. Im sorry.

Y/n: LEE JUYEON you WILL come no matter what time it is. Ill wait for you to come. I dont want us to be like this anymore. Please come.

*puppy eyes*

You wre doing it again... Making him speechless... Making him give into you... He didnt want that look on your face. He wanted you to look at him... But not with those eyes... Not ones with sadness and dissapointment in them...

Juyeon:okay...

Y/n POV

It was 10pm and he still hasnt come... Maybe I did something wrong..

My bf isnt talking to me either... I kept complaining about Juyeon not talking to me anymore and how things were different and he snapped . He didnt want to hear about him anymore and said we should take a break since he said i need to determine who i like more. Him or my bestfriend... Now Ive lost both of them....*sigh*.... *falls alseep*

You didnt hear the door click open. Juyeon had an extra key for when you were sick or needed something and hed fetch it for you. Your boyfriend was always busy except every now and then so giving him one wouldnt have much of a purpose. If you were sick he'd call and say he felt bad you were sick but since he had a weak immune system and didnt want both him and you sick he wouldnt come. But Juyeon never hesitated to. Hed hold up your hair as you would throw up and rub your back for you. He'd wipe you down to lower your body temperature. He'd try and cook porridge and end up messing up it up and calling his mom to make some that was edible instead for you. It was always Juyeon. The one who would remind you that you looked best with bed hair and baggy pjs and tshirts when hed surprise you in the mornings if you had an exam to make sure you ate a good breakfas because that was when you were most comfortable.

But to you. It was all platonic. So you knew better than to fall for him like that...

Blissful in sleep you wake to Juyeon on his knees infront of you. He didnt wake you. He just layed his head on your little table facing you.

You really didn't realize it. But you couldnt help but start to admire him. The way his eyelashes casted a shadow on his cheeks. The way his lips formed a slight pout. You felt yourself smiling. You reach to move a piece of hair out of his face but you quickly retract your hand and turn around and pretend to sleep when you feel he's waking up.

After 5 minutes pass. You hear shuffling. Then a voice in a so quiet almost in a whisper you hear him sigh then ... He starts...

Juyeon:

Y/n.... I like your eyes, and how you look away when you pretend not to care* chuckle*....I like the dimples on the corners of the smile that you wear when you see me.*looks towards the ground* The world may not know but I do. I loved you for so long y/n, sometimes it's hard to bear with it .But after all this time, I hope you can wait and see ... See that Ive loved you every minute.... every second.... I'll love you anywhere and any moment for every moment.Always and forever.... I know ....its wrong... I don't know how its come to this... I cant help that I love the little things about you, like when you're unaware...I catch you steal a glance towards me at times and smile , maybe I misunderstood it... And then sometimes when life brings me down. You're there.... you're the one, I don't know how but it feels like in a world devoid of life, you bring color to it. You are the color in a black and white painting. And in your eyes I see the light. A light i want to follow forever and protect....I love you y/n..... But you're not mine...

He goes quiet again. You slightly turn around to see Juyeon with his face in his hands. Tears running down. Trying to quietly hide his pain..

You reach your hand out to him, and pull his hand away from his face. He looks up at you in shock. But then he quickly turns away. Something about looking at his sad and teary eyes made you lost for words..

Y/n:Juyeon...

You pull him closer to you. Hug him tightly and slowly feel him wrap his arms around you.

Its quiet... As you pet his hair, you can feel his breathing become slower.. He's fallen asleep. You strech your head to see his face. Its stained with tears... His nose a light shade of pink... And his lips in a small pout....

Almost as if on cue, his eyes flutter open and look at you . And as he quietly looks at you you whisper back....

Y/n: ..... I love you too Juyeon...

Juyeon:..... Huh? Wait what?

Now he was fully awake now. And it looked like he was trying to see if he was dreaming. And with a giggle you turn his face to yours and press them together with his. As shock spreads on his face you smile at him and repeat the words

Y/n: I love you Juyeon

And almost instantly he smiles a smile bigger than you've seen and this time he is the one who grabs your face and presses a kiss to your lips. He presses his forehead against yours and chuckles to himself as he closes his eyes and smiles

Juyeon: Im glad... Im glad I came....

THE END

Gif credits to owners

I didnt really like this one but ehhhhh im slowly trying to get better guys...

*I did not proof read it so my bad

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[yellowmagicalgirl]

Once and Maybe Future Chapter 14: Incognito Patrol

When Nimue sees a girl with far too many hairclips and radiating dark magic, it's up to her and Douxie to save Arcadia.

Heyyy, yes I know it's been over six months since I last updated and this fic is now very much not canon compliant. At least this chapter is half the length of all the previous chapters combined.

Originally this was going to be a single chapter covering the events of both "Night Patroll"/"Terra Incognita II" as well as "So I'm Dating a Sorceress" and "The Exorcism of Claire Nuñez", but due to the length I decided to only have it cover the events of "Night Patroll"/"Terra Incognita II" in this chapter; another chapter is going to finally get around to the Clairegana-and-Douxie confrontation and not just the aftermath.

AO3

FFN

It was a normal day at the Zimue records store.

Which was to say, it was absolutely boring, but there were enough customers around that Nimue couldn’t practice magic… or even really do homework for her independent study courses, considering that her manager was here today.

The door opened and closed with a blast of warm late May air.

Nimue shivered and grabbed the counter as the flashback overtook her.

Nimue-the-first did not leave her lake often. She was busy enough with her forge, and she didn’t care much for most people, especially not in crowds. She frowned as she saw wagon tracks on the road; she was getting close to a village or at least a farm. She preferred for her adopted son and his family to visit her rather than the other way around. They may be royalty, but she was a sorceress and far older. They could show her some respect.

Instead, she’d be paying her last respects to her son and her daughter-in-law.

There was a war outside her lake, and there was dark magic fueling it beyond what the Gumm-Gumms could normally use. It had been a long time since she had last seen Uther’s stepdaughter or her green-eyed gaze, but Nimue-the-first knew that Morgana had corrupted herself and was fueling the war. That, or the war was fueling Morgana; Nimue-the-first could feel it in her bones.

Nimue’s bones ached as she was released from the flashback to her first lifetime. She glanced around, trying to figure out just what had caused the flashback this time. However, there was nothing new in Zimue, nothing that would’ve set her off, and definitely not anything that would’ve caused her to flash back that far. Nimue inhaled deeply, trying to see if maybe Douxie was cooking something up next door, potion or otherwise. That had set her off once. She had been tempted to tell him then and there the truth about why she had magical powers, but she had stopped herself. Wizards were normal. Relatively rare compared to most of humanity, but normal.

Reincarnation, as far as she knew, was not. Heck, every legend about King Arthur returning was propaganda, so it wasn’t like he’d reincarnate, much less anyone else from her first lifetime.

It was kind of lonely, walking around with so many memories of bygone eras, but it had been Nimue’s life since she was twelve. Besides, the magic was more than enough to make up for it.

Then again, Douxie would never practice dark magic, and even if he wanted to surely Archie would stop him. She squeezed her eyes as she manned the register. She felt worse with every customer, though it was possible that she just was getting a headache and mistaking it for dark magic. Dehydration, maybe, as ironic as it was.

A girl stepped to the front of the line, holding the new Papa Skull album. She had a white streak running through her dark hair, with multiple colored hairclips and a matching Papa Skull shirt. She looked a little sick, a little sleep deprived, a little younger than Nimue.

Nimue gulped as the girl placed the album on the counter. The girl smiled shyly before coughing into her elbow, loud and shaking.

Magic radiated off the girl as Nimue rung up the album. It was old, and it was dark.

Perhaps being the only one with magic and memories from bygone eras would have been for the best, as lonely as it was.

The girl walked out, taking most of the dark magic with her. There were some traces of it lying in the air like a miasma.

Nimue quickly swiped her hand over her pocket to make sure her phone was there. She’d ask her manager to let her take a break, text Douxie, and the two of them would go after the girl with the dark magic. Hopefully she was just some kid with latent talent who found a dark magical spell on the internet.

“I’m taking my lunch break,” her manager told her right before she could open her mouth. “Make sure we don’t get robbed.”

Nimue made sure her back was turned to her manager before she grimaced and hoped that she had enough hay fever that it was distorting the amount of dark magic she was sensing.

“Nimue, calm down and talk a little more slowly,” he said. They were both on break, her from her day job and him from band practice with Ash Dispersal pattern. Specifically, Hank and Raoul were off to grab burgers for their lunch.

Nimue took a deep breath. “Look, this girl came into Zimue and there was something bad about her. Like, I could feel the dark magic coming off her in waves.”

Douxie decided not to ask her just how she knew it was dark magic, though he did wonder. For someone who had had no training outside of spell books on the internet and his father’s attempted tutelage of the two of them, she progressed remarkably fast. Douxie hoped that Nimue wouldn’t be able to sense years-old dark magic. “Okay, do you want me to fake being sick and go after her?”

“Uh… she left the shop an hour ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Douxie was secretly glad. Nimue’s reaction to dark magic users scared him.

“Because my manager already doesn’t like me and this was the soonest I could go on break… it could be hay fever, but I made sure to take my allergy meds and I don’t think it is.”

“Okay, okay, well, what does this girl look like?”

“Uh… brown or black hair with a white streak, green, wait, no, brown eyes…” That certainly didn’t narrow down the field that well, but it did help affirm the fact that there was something about the girl Nimue had seen that had her spooked. “Oh, yeah, she was wearing a Papa Skull shirt, and hairclips? Uh, like, two, no, three, no, there might’ve been more… it’d be easier if I could show you.”

“Nimue, we both know that the extent of your drawing abilities are runes and stick figures.”

“No, not a drawing, there’s surveillance video in the store, and she came straight up to the register.”

“Isn’t that illegal? Somehow? We don’t need the law coming in and messing things up somehow.”

“I mean, technically the improvements on your pipes might also be illegal since you didn’t tell your landlord about them and they’re also giving you extra water.”

Douxie grimaced; he still wasn’t entirely sure if one day he’d have to deal with the magically enhanced water turning what was supposed to be his dinner into a potion of some sort.

Zimue closed at 7 PM every day, so at 9:30 PM Nimue snuck out of her house to break in. Her parents thought that she was sleeping after having prepared for finals she’d be taking. She wore a beanie and long sleeves to cover up her dyed hair and magically induced tattoo.

“Douxie, I thought I told you to do something that would make you less recognizable,” she said. He was wearing what he wore every day, except he didn’t roll up his sleeves.

He dramatically placed his hood over his head, and then awkwardly tucked his dyed bangs behind his ears. “Why’d you want the water bottle?” he asked, pulling one out of his pocket.

“For this,” Nimue said, sighing wistfully. She preferred shopping for clothes in the women’s section, but she missed having space in her pockets. She took the water bottle, uncapped it, and then upended it. As she handed the water bottle back to him, she made a swirling motion with her other hand.

Another good reason for wearing long sleeves: her tattoo was probably glowing right now.

A thick fog surrounded the two of them and the storefront.

“Oh. Cool,” Douxie said.

“Wish it could’ve been a smoke bomb instead of a steam bomb, but this is good enough, I guess,” Nimue said. “Besides, we don’t want to set off a smoke alarm.”

Douxie knelt next to the door, pulling out a pair of straightened paperclips. He inserted them into the lock, wiggling them around. His expression grew frustrated, and he closed his eyes. When he stood up once more, he held the lock with one of his hoodie sleeves.

“I thought you could pick locks,” Nimue said. “Well, without magic, anyways.”

“Last time I picked a lock I was in foster care, and before that…” Douxie stared off into the distance, a morose look on his face.

“Before that?”

Douxie blinked and put on an obviously fake smile. “Eh, tragic backstory stuff.”

“That joke stopped being funny halfway through ninth grade.” Nimue pushed past her friend and opened the door. Fog filtered in, covering the cameras. “Okay, so we keep the security footage over this way.”

Douxie closed the door behind him. “You know, I don’t even know if the magic shop has security cameras.”

“Good thing mystery dark magical girl came here, then.” Nimue pulled up the footage. “And good thing my boss showed me how to go through this in case we ever get shoplifted from or anything. Not that we probably will, ever. At least, if we do it’s probably gonna be on my day off. And, there!”

Douxie looked over her shoulder at the slightly grainy video, taking a photo of the girl. “She goes to our school. I saw her outside Mrs. Barros’s office last year. I think she’s a year younger than us?”

Nimue groaned, standing up and beginning to erase the evidence that she and Douxie had broken in. “If she’s a year younger than us, then she might be a member of that stupid pilot program where freshmen could graduate in a year and a half.”

“I can ask the guys; they might know since they still go to actual school.”

“Make sure you get a name; it might make it easier to go after her.”

“Hey, Nimue?” Douxie asked. She threw a glance over her shoulder as she locked up the store.

“Yeah?”

“What are you going to do to her, once we find her?”

“I don’t know exactly, but she’s got dark magic. She’s dangerous, and we’re the only non-dark wizards in Arcadia. We need to stop her.”

Douxie gave her the same sort of faraway, morose look that he did whenever he accidentally shared a detail about his childhood before foster care. Without a word, he turned away and walked to his apartment.

Nimue let the enchanted fog roll away and began to walk home. She tried not to think about Douxie’s question too much. Anyone who used dark magic had to be evil since they’d know better than to use it. They deserved what was coming to them.

“Hey, does this girl still go to our school?” Douxie asked, holding his phone out to the other members of Ash Dispersal Pattern.

“What, do you wanna ask her, wait, no, sorry, forgot you were gay,” Raoul said. Honestly, Douxie was still a little surprised that he had even had to come out to Raoul and the other guys last October. After all, Douxie trying out for Ash Dispersal Pattern had been him trying to confess his crush to Hank back in freshman year. Not that it mattered, anymore, since all the other guys in the band were straight and Douxie had moved on from his crush six months after the band had formed. “Uh, I don’t know?”

“Nimue saw her at the record store, fiddling with a ring, and she dropped it. Nimue found it after she’d left, and she wanted to try to find a way to give it back to the girl. I remembered seeing her outside of Mrs. Barros’s office last year, but I’ve got no idea about if she’s in the year-and-a-half program.”

Hank walked over and squinted at the photo. “She doesn’t go to our school; she transferred to mole high. She’s friends with my ex; the girl’s name’s Claire. Do you want me to go over?”

“Dude, Mary isn’t gonna get back together with you,” Dominic said.

“No, well, I have no idea about Hank’s ex. But no, I’ll go over,” Douxie said.

“Hand out the Battle of the Bands flyers when you get there, will ya?” Douxie took the stack of papers from Dominic. Good, now he actually had a reason to go there.

Multiple female students of Arcadia Oaks High swarmed Douxie, but not as many of them grabbed the flyers he was passing out. None of them were Claire, either. One of them mentioned the nickname that Nimue hated. Personally, Douxie wasn’t sure why it was such a problem; Hank had gone through a phase where he’d called everyone by their first initial, but there were two guys with a name starting with the letter “d” in the band and Dominic was significantly shorter than Douxie. Therefore, “Big D” and “Little D”.

A girl pushed through the crowd and tripped, dropping her books. Douxie knelt next to her helping her grab her books, and then he felt the waves of dark magic coming off of her. Something about them felt familiar, but how? Douxie placed a smile on his face.

“C-Bomb, is it? Consider me blown away, because you are nuclear.” If she knew that he was a wizard, then she would understand that this was a sign of respect. A sign that he recognized her power, but also a sign that he recognized the danger she radiated.

She smiled back but said nothing. Hmm. Maybe Nimue’s theory of Claire being an inexperienced wizard who accidentally cast a dark magic spell was possible, but that powerful without knowing how to sense for magic? That was strange. Perhaps she was goading him?

A boy in blue walked up to them, slinging his arm around Claire’s shoulder. “So, what brings you to our humble school?”

The boy placed a hand on Douxie’s chest, pushing Douxie away as Claire began to cough. That was nice of him. Something about the boy felt oddly familiar, and not just because Douxie remembered seeing him at Benoit’s multiple times. No, Douxie almost felt caught in a feedback loop, like he had sent his own magic outwards and then it got sent back at him. Almost. The magic that got sent back felt purer, less tainted. Innocent, and not yet marred by necromancy.

“The Battle of the Bands is coming up,” Douxie said as he handed a flyer to Claire. “Ash Dispersal Pattern – that’s my band – will be crushing this.” And maybe the hand motion Douxie made was a little too threatening, but there was something odd and Douxie felt like he had to do something to show a little of his strength. Not too much, but enough to make himself seem like he wasn’t a victim. “But, we’re encouraging others to give it a shot.”

Claire coughed again after congratulating Douxie on Ash Dispersal Pattern’s headline performance for Papa Skull last fall. Douxie couldn’t help but wonder if it were a regular cold, or if perhaps the illness were magical in nature. If so, maybe he, Nimue, and his father could find –

No. Douxie would have to help her on his own. Nimue and his father thought that dark magic users were evil and dangerous. They would probably advocate for letting Claire die if the illness caused by her own meddling in dark magic, or perhaps the two of them would grant “mercy” to Claire by killing her. They would probably do the same for Douxie if they ever found out the truth.

Two girls rushed over to Claire, exclaiming that they should be a cover band. Neither of them seemed to have anything magical going on, but Douxie was pretty sure one of them was Hank’s ex.

“I don’t know,” the boy said, pushing Douxie away once more. “We’re pretty busy with our after-school activities.”

Hmm. Were Claire and the boy perhaps trying to learn magic together, much like Douxie and Nimue were?

Claire took the flyer back from the boy and agreed with the girls about starting a band. Douxie glanced to his hands and quickly put them in his pockets. They were empty, and they were trembling. But why? Claire seemed powerful, but not necessarily threatening.

“I look forward to seeing you again, Fair Lady Claire,” Douxie said before walking away. Yes. Perfect. That was exactly the right amount of respect to show to a fellow wizard whose diplomatic position towards you was still unknown but was clearly dangerous due to her clearly dark but hidden power. It was good to know that, after a millennium and a half for everyone else and eight years for himself, his diplomatic training as a prince had finally paid off. If only his parents, Merlin, or Uncle Kay could have been alive and in the right mind to see him.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. This whole morning was stupid. Nimue had been so stupid as to tempt fate. She glanced up from the tile she was trying to kill with her eyes when the door opened and closed, and her best friend walked into Zimue Records.

“Everything okay?” Douxie asked.

“We got fucking robbed,” Nimue said. “This wasn’t supposed to happen to me! If this was going to happen, why not on my day off?”

“Well, at least you have security cameras. Was anyone hurt?”

“No, though the shoplifters played dumb like they didn’t know what shoplifting was. Ugh. At least some cop got there so no permanent damage was caused and I didn’t even need security cameras. How’d flyers go?”

“Fine, I found Claire.”

“Okay, and?”

“And what?”

“And what have you done about her? Fireballs? Potions turned Molotov cocktails?”

“What? No! I’m not blowing up our rival school, and neither are you! No, I just got a feel for her, and I treated her with the proper amount of respect.”

“Proper?”

“Yes. Given that she’s powerful, I called her by the term Lady,” Douxie said as Nimue smacked her forehead. “What? There’s no need for her to immediately want to kill us for disrespect!”

“Douxie, this is why people think you’re straight.” She wrinkled her nose. “Please tell me you’re just being cheeky when you call me Lady Nimue and not trying to curry favor.”

“I’m being respectful to you because you’re my friend… but also sometimes it bugs you.”

Nimue rolled her eyes. “Okay, so what are we going to do about Claire? You have any ideas about how to fight a dark wizard?”

The door opened and closed, but no human walked in. “You two won’t be.”

“You told him?” Nimue said.

“No, but he should have,” Archie said. “You two are louder than you think.”

“I didn’t want you to worry,” Douxie mumbled.

Archie raised an eyebrow at Douxie. “Between raising you,” he said before turning to Nimue, “and teaching you my fur has gotten plenty grayer without the two of you taking needless risks like tracking down a dark wizard.”

“But she could be hurting people! And we’re the only ones in Arcadia who could save the day! If we pull off some sort of sneak attack – “

“You won’t be,” Archie said. “If the two of you are to be fighting another wizard, which you won’t be, I expect you to fight with honor.”

“She’s a dark wizard. She’s evil.”

“Or she’s young and hasn’t had the training that you have. She might not know the difference between regular magic and dark magic. After all, did you know the difference when your powers first awoke?”

Nimue’s breath caught in her throat. Of course, she did; she knew so many things instinctually from her past lives.

“Or Claire’s desperate,” Douxie mumbled, breaking Nimue from her thoughts. Archie turned to him.

“That’s not an excuse to use dark magic, and it’s especially not an excuse I want to hear coming from your mouth – either of your mouths,” Archie said. “If this girl turns out to be a danger to others, or to be using dark magic while being fully aware of the consequences, then fine. I will guide the two of you in planning an attack. But I do not want either of you getting near this dark wizard without me. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Archie,” the two of them said in unison.

“Good. Now, how is studying for finals going?”

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The Sun and Her Love (Aizawa x reader)

A/N: I’ve been in a really soft mood, so have some Aizawa fluff. I really love this, and I hope you do too! After getting caught up in the manga, and starting Vigilantes, he needs some love. I tried my best with the timeline, and left Oboro out, so people who have only watched the anime will get what’s going on. 

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader (female pronouns used/assumed)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: None :)

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You were like the sun.

Not in a ‘the world revolves around you’ kind of way, but in a ‘light that spreads warmth into your very soul’ kind of way. You brought people joy, they instinctually sought you out, sought the warmth that you emitted, the kind that seeps into your bones, the kind that reminds people of summer, of sun kissed skin and freckles and joy, summers from when you were young and didn’t know the hardships of the world yet. The kind where you step into the sunrays and felt the weight lift off your shoulders, that’s what you brought people.

Aizawa remembers the first time he met you. It was fall, cold enough to break out heavier coats and drink hot coffee, though one conversation with you felt like stepping out into the July heat. You were both in your first years, in different classes but both in the hero course at UA. You were friends with Yamada first, your personalities complimenting each other, it only took one conversation before you were a part of the group. He brought you to the lunch table Aizawa was already seated at, Yamada introducing you proudly. All it took was one smile Aizawa’s way before he was blushing, though he blames it on your warmth, he just had too many layers on. You fit in like a piece to a puzzle set, completing the group, bringing sunshine to Aizawa’s rainy personality and brightening Yamada’s already sunny disposition.

The first time he told you he loved you was two years later, in your third year. The two of you had started dating in the middle of your second year, he was ready to tell you then, but wanted the time to be right. It took him a year to figure out that there was no right time, there wouldn’t be a magical moment when everything fell into place, there was just the present and the joy he felt during your time spent together. So he told you he loved you for the first time during lunch, you had been laughing at something Yamada said, trying not to choke on sushi, gripping Aizawa’s hand to steady yourself. And when he did utter the three words you had been waiting to hear for over a year, you really did choke, eyes wide as you coughed up the piece of sushi that had lodged itself in your throat. Yamada was the one cackling now as Aizawa patted your back, small smirk gracing his features. You recovered quickly, smiling big and bright at Aizawa, practically glowing as you threw your arms around him, loudly proclaiming your love as well. He could fell your warmth and love seep into his bones at that moment, bringing him a sense of comfort and finality, this was it, he was going to spend the rest of his life with you.

You married four years after that. It was small, with only your close family and friends in attendance. Though the two of you were ready to get married years before, you had both agreed it would be best to wait, get settled in your careers first. Aizawa had just begun teaching at UA and you were a sidekick at a local agency when you had decided it was a good time. Yamada, of course, was his best man, and Kayama was your maid of honor. There wasn’t really any press at the event (much to Aizawa’s joy), as neither of you were high ranking heroes. The ceremony itself was short, the two of you said your own vows, talking of the love and joy you had felt over the seven years you had known each other. You spoke of the comfort Aizawa brought you, how his embrace had become your home and he spoke of the sun and warmth you had brought into his life. It was a night you’d always cherish, dancing and partying late into the night, then falling asleep fully clothed in your shared apartment, your cat burrowing into the layers of your wedding dress.

When you had awoke the next day, makeup smeared and head sore from the hairclips digging into your scalp all night, you felt Aizawa shift. You turned your head toward him, finding him already gazing at you, head propped up on a hand, love oozing from his gaze. You smiled brightly, shifting your body, ready to pounce on him when you cried out in surprise at your cat, who was digging its claws into the meat of your thighs to prevent you from smothering it. The cat climbed out of your dress, giving you a displeased look before sauntering off to their cat tower in the other room. You looked back at Aizawa, surprise still evident in your features. When your eyes met, the two of you burst into laughter at the scene that had unfolded and you wound your arms around his neck, smiling into his hair as your ring caught the morning light.

It was another year before you had joined the teaching staff at UA, specializing in the history and evolution of quirks and life before they manifested (a subject you had be interested in since your school days). You had enjoyed working as a sidekick, but after hearing Kayama talk about the joys of teaching and seeing how happy Aizawa and Yamada were, you accepted the position with little hesitation. The two of you had a great routine once you started, you had the same schedule after all, so you got to go to work together, eat lunch together, and come home together. Your relationship had never been stronger. The two of you had discussed kids, but decided against them for now at least. While your schedules allowed time for you to spend with each other, you were still busy, and you two agreed it wasn’t right to subject a child to an empty household. You were content with the little family you had made for yourself with your husband and your two cats.

Though over the next few years, the urge to add another grew. The two of you were thirty, having been married for about seven years and teaching together for six. You lived in the teacher’s residence building together and while a baby didn’t sound the worst, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to adopting an older child, and a purple haired teen came to mind. But before you could bring it up to your husband, the Hassaikai raid happened.

All previous thoughts about a child left your head the moment you met Eri. You hadn’t even attempted to talk to Aizawa about it, as soon as she was cleared to leave the hospital, you set her up a space in your apartment and welcomed her with open arms. Aizawa didn’t know he could love you more than he already had up until that moment. Watching you interact with Eri, how you didn’t question bringing her into your home, how you immediately started treating her as your own, it filled him with such warmth he thought he had developed a fire quirk. Eri had opened up to you just as quickly, he still remembers the joy on your face the first time Eri had fallen asleep in your lap, tired from watching movies with you all day. You remember watching Aizawa introducing Eri to your two cats, her hiding behind him until they came and headbutted her legs. She had the softest smile on her face as she reached out to pet them, and now the three of them were inseparable, wherever Eri was, at least one of your cats was with her, either curled up on her lap or watching her from a perch. Your heart was full, you had a job you loved, students you adored, and a perfectly imperfect family you came home to every night.

Months later, your heart had grown another size. You hummed as you made dinner, Eri was at the table, discussing everything she did with Mirio and the other third years today. You swayed your hips slightly to the quiet music you had playing, smiling as you watched one of your cats weave in-between your legs, waiting impatiently to be fed. Before you could give in to their bribery of affection, the door to your home opened. You smiled as you turned to greet your boys, giving them each a kiss, Aizawa on the cheek, just below his scar, and Shinso on the forehead. The teen flushed slightly, still not used to the affection. You ruffled his hair before telling him to change before dinner. He smiled and hugged you before heading to his room. Your eyes widened at the sudden change in attitude before beaming brightly at the pasta in front of you.

Aizawa came over after greeting Eri, arms winding around your waist as his chin settled on your shoulder, watching you finish making dinner. You hummed, leaning back into his arms, exhaling softly at the comfort his embrace brought you. “He’s improving quickly, especially with the binding cloth.” He said softly, and you could hear how proud he was. The two of them have been working hard at preparing Shinso for the hero course, and you had no doubts he’d get in. Aizawa helped you dish dinner for everyone and when you sat down, looking at your family, laughing and discussing their day, you thought your heart would burst at the sight. If someone had told you all those years ago that you’d be married, teaching at your high school with two adopted kids, you probably wouldn’t have believed them. But as you squeezed Shouta’s hand, meeting his gaze with love in your eyes and a warm smile on your face, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

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