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uniworu · 6 months
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kristoph cat being apollo cat’s mentor until it’s revealed that he was the one actually responsible for …. interclan conflict? or something that got another cat (phoenix. cat) kicked out of the clan. and then kris gets kicked out / phoenix doesn’t come back just yet but he still teaches apollo everything he knows as this lame little loner who sticks around bc his adopted daughter is in the clan? - if you wanted to follow some semblance of aa lore/had a different interpretation in mind or were just going to go hehe kitties is cool too obv
ooo i havent thought about it too in depth bc ive been preoccupied with coming up with designs and names for the cats, but this is such an excellent interpretation!! i have thought up of a few things here and there, like kristoph being apollo's mentor as youve said, phoenix being the leader (mia wouldve been the previous one while phoenix was her deputy), the feys being medicine cats, etc. maybe kristoph could also be phoenix's deputy, and he would frame phoenix with the intention of becoming the leader in his place? much to think about… i also have some vague ideas for character lore? like apollo used to be a loner, who had been taken in by various groups of cats throughout his life, until he finally settled into the "defense attorney" clan. i plan on making the defense attorneys and prosecutors separate clans with the witnesses, defendants, suspects, etc. being their members, but i have no idea what else to refer to them as fhjsdf klavier has some sort of connection with humans and uses their lingo (in the warriors series, the cats would call cars "monsters", roads "thunderpaths", etc. but klavier would refer to those with human terminology, much to everyone else's confusion). im not sure if it should just be that klavier and kristoph both used to be pets, but i could also imagine klavier going off and becoming popular with humans while kristoph disapproves
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coldflasher · 2 months
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Joe flr character bingo? 👀
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sorry anon i was outside in the garden planting raspberry bushes. anyway this is SUCH a good one and I am kinda mad there are so few squares I can tick off for Joe bc i genuinely love him but not like That
Joe is such a comfort character for me in a very diff way. he makes my daddy issues go brrrrr cos THIS is a dad. THE dad of all time. if i could pick any dad ever to have instead of mine i think i'd pick him.
I think he's so fucking funny first of all. it's my fave thing to put him in a fic and just. mess with him. im poking him with a stick. im watching his blood pressure go up. i'm making him deal with leonard snart and he's about to explode every time they're in a room together. i just. have so many affectionate feelings for him and his seething hatred of this man. and the earth 2 version where he's exactly like that but to BARRY? iconic. no notes. rip earth 2 joe you were a bitch and i miss you sm
THAT BEING SAID there are things about him that make me go "you should have faced more consequences for that. go sit in a corner and think about what you've done." namely bullying iris out of being a cop (acab etc. etc. but still shitty of him), the whole thing where he was like BARRY, WHY DIDN'T YOU ASK MY PERMISSION TO MARRY IRIS (and iris AGREED 🤮🤮🤮 who the fuck was in charge of the writers' room that day, i just wanna talk), the fact that he can be overbearing and controlling of his kids and very jaded in a lot of ways... idk he's a flawed character and every character needs some negative aspects so none of these things affect my love for him but sometimes i am shaking my head in disapproval...
as for canon. this is true of everything but MAN did they drop the ball with him towards the end... i get why they had joe quit ccpd given the political situation at the time and i support that 100% but first of all, having a Black character go "hey the police force in my city is inherently corrupt and i can no longer be complicit in its enforcement" (true and correct) while their white hero just does not acknowledge that corruption and continues to work for the same establishment completely uncritically was... perhaps not sending the message they intended... i mean it's honestly almost funny cos that is very much a reflection of the actual systems but. maybe they could have thought about that one a bit more...
and they really should have given joe something else to do cos he ended up sorta directionless after that. in fairness i know jesse l martin has back problems so i think them having him sitting down chilling at home as a stay at home dad was perhaps borne of necessity in a lot of ways but they defo could have done more interesting things with the character. im not OPPOSED to sahd joe but it does seem like a bit of a waste cos it would just be like. every episode joe shows up for a pep talk then goes back to being the full-time stay at home parent for a child we literally never see except one time when a window explodes in her face, which brings me to my NEXT point---
writing joe out with LITERALLY like 8 eps to go? stupid. again i respect that jesse l martin had HAD it with this show (tbf who hadnt by this point) and he wanted out, of course he had every right to do that, but purely based on the context of the show, i hate that they had him leave central city like that and move so far away when we were so close to the finish line. HAAATE it. the show was basically on life support from that point on. it was possibly worse than when we lost cisco. joe was the heart of it, man. it just wasn't the same :(
but yes I LOVE JOE, he is the only fictional dad i respect and i love ruining his life
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effervescentdragon · 6 months
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Hi! I just wanted to say that this week I chose to read some of the fics you have up in AO3 ( and by some of them I mean a lot) and I'm obsessed with your Sebchal Old Guard AU.
I haven't watched the movie yet, but I've been tempted in the past and your writing was the last reason I needed to do it.
That scene when Sebastian has apparently died and Charles holds him while praying in Latin, and he is so devastated about losing Sebastian because immortality is only a gift if Charles gets to share it with him.
That was..WOW..Yeah. No words. Tens across the board.
Those dreams of Lewis and Nico. The ending in Suzuka when Charles is wearing red again. People choosing to spend immortality together just really gets to me, I guess.
That fic really did something for me, and I have to thank you for it.
PS: your Nico/Jenson Soulmate fic made me see why people ship those two.
PS 2:"Red Gods of Old" is so phenomenal. I had to keep pausing to look at the wall and think about every paragraph.
PS 3: I was blown away when I saw you posted again, and blown away again because I had already read the Piarles piece, but didn't realize it was part of a series. I loved your first chapter. So angsty, and I hated the fact that you made me relate to Lando, but also thank for that.
Thank your for sharing your writing, and I know sending this right now seems so convenient because of your post earlier, but I really enjoyed the reading sprint I had on your stuff and I wanted to say so. Sorry for writing so much this got a little bit longer than the single paragraph I had intended it to be. :)
anon this made me so happy. like so so so happy, insanely happy. the answer is gonna get long because i cant not ramble about all this, so, cut.
my sebchal old guard au is my favourite thing ive ever written and i love it so much and people dont often go for it, though i do have some wonderful asks in my inbox that im saving for a rainy day and i just. thank you for coming here to tell me this and i hope you watched the movie because its MASTERFUL. i put so much into that fic, for example i tried to figure out how to make two white boys be joe and nicky without being insensitive or appropriative about race, and how not to apply the fundamentality of joe's loveliness of being an arab man (gentle and kind and a poet in his soul) to this german dude. that one kept me up for a while, so i decided not to mirror it perfectly but to apply seb and charles' personalities into the context, except adapting the other way around. it was a challenge to write, because i wove so much little ideas and nods to other people in there, not the least lewis and nico as andy and quynh, and then in the end i just really wanted them to come a full circle and somehow tie it in with f1. i always do this in my au's, give a little nod to f1 somehow, just to show my love for it. anyways, thank you so much for reading it and just. i love that you liked it.
oh god the princess cake soulmate fic - i saw the prompt and i couldnt resist! it turned out to be a prompt by a tumblr friend so that worked out even better. i love nico and i love him with jenson and i need to get back to writing him some more soon tbh. he is such a complicated and interesting character and he has twists and turns and i just love him insanely much. (if you liked the soulmate fic, i refer to this fic as my princess cake master thesis, so you may like that one too, maybe.)
oh my fucking god. this part. this part had me stopping in the middle of my corridor when i saw it because like. nobody reads that fic? nobody knows it and its my first proper rpf that i wrote and i love it so much and i just. im just heart-eyeing you now, because that was me trying to figure out some things about seb and about ferrari and to make it work in my head so i know how to proceed, so, thank you for reading it, and especially mentioning it!
thank you also so much for reading my carlando, im very excited about it because i never wrote them and im a bit nervous about the characterisation but so far it seems like it has a positive reception. i made it angsty on purpose because lando is just a ball of anxiety and i rly tried to show it. im super hyped about the next chapter two, but please keep all your limbs crossed for my uni work, which i have to do tomrrow on penalty of death.
please, never think its inconvenient to read something as lovely as this ask, no matter if its because of a post i made or just because, it literally doesnt matter, because you took the time to come and tell me these lovely things anyway. it made me happy and it made me hyped up and thank you. and there's never ever too much rambling, i dont see this as rambling i see this as something lovely. thank you <333
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livlepretre · 7 months
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Hi ! I hope you're well ?
I was rereading FE for the fifth or sixth time.
strangely it took me that many times to fully understand how unhealthy, horrible, everything was. I still perceived this well the first times. but never in this way. You got me crying for/with Elena. You make me to love her. You remember me that vampires, and especially the originals are monsters who are just playing being humans. And it feels Good.
I know that you intend to make a "happy ending" and im sure i will totally enjoy it. But for me it will always feel bitter. Because of all horrors Elena had experienced. Because nothing is sane. But i love it anyway. So thank you so much for your work. It s really rare to fond something like that in the fandom.
I was wondering... are you french ? I spot some words in French in some chapters. Maybe it was just errors but i m french too so im curious lol.
(Sorry if some of my words doesnt make any sense. I perfectly read english but i have trouble to Write it because my brain make sure to mix French and English haha)
"I was rereading FE for the fifth or sixth time" kjdfklajdfkljakfldjalkfjda YOU ARE WILD. THANK YOU 💖💖💖💖
FE is such a tricky story in that it IS all horrible and horrific, the vampires ARE monstrous, but Elena herself is such an unreliable narrator-- she loves these monsters, and she's been so abused and manipulated by them that she no longer sees them as monstrous-- not only does she forget, she herself has become a monster in her own right. This is not meant to take away sympathy from her-- but, it's an examination of vampirism in general-- the transformation of the innocent/victim into the monster.
As for the intended happy ending-- it's going to be a happy ending, of a sort, for Elena. I have no promises for anyone else, because this is ultimately Elena's story. (I do also promise a KE endgame in one form or another though.) What form exactly that happy ending will take is going to be largely informed by the story itself-- what this particular narrative is going to require for Elena to achieve that happiness, and for the reader to achieve catharsis. Hopefully I can pull it off!
I'm flattered and tickled that you would ask if I am French-- I am not, although I am a proud Franco-American! Besides having French heritage, I grew up in a distinctly Franco-American city. I think we tend to pepper our English with quite a few French words and phrases, maybe more so than other Americans. That probably bleeds into my writing without me even noticing-- maybe Elena should have fewer French phrases in her narration, but, c'est la vie!
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guavagyu · 2 years
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always willing - k. minhee <3
Prompt: Are you sure a kiss is all you want? We can take it further, if you’d like. I’m always willing to go further with you.
OMG IM LITERALLY GONNA CRY?? WHY IS MINHEE SO HOT ANYWAYS OK SO I STARTED WRITING THIS AT LIKE 5 AM AND WITH NOTHING IN MIND BUT THE PROMPT AND IM REALLY NERVOUS SINCE THIS IS MY FIRST POST WORK IDK THINGAMABOB (pls give feedback!!) SO HERE WE GO
i wanna dom minhee so bad and i was listening to heaven - taemin making this sooooooo...yea
pairing: softdom!reader x sub!minhee
warnings: fem!reader as well, riding and stuff, nipple and breast play, oral (f and m receiving), mommy kink, a smidge of humor in the beginning, cum eating, swearing!!, lowercase intended, & unprotected sex (wrap the swiggity swooty before coming for that booty) (omg pls tell me if there r more that need to be added!)
NSFW BELOW!! MINORS DNI!! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION <3 also not proofread lmao pls lemme know if there are any noticeable errors or fixes that need to be made!
mini XL:
dhsakhkhdkshakhdjhajsd
reader:
?
mini XL:
sorry i was just uh
reader:
??
mini XL: 
uhhh hehehe
reader:
oml pls just tell me what ur think abt
mini XL:
i was thinking abt u..
reader:
what about me?
mini XL: 
uhhhh..nothing
reader:
if u dont tell me istg
mini XL:
OKOK FIEN I WAS THINKING ABSOUT YOUR LIPS AND LIKE US MAKUNG OUT QND LJKE STKFF LIEK HTAT..i just want u to kiss me
reader: 
are u sure a kiss is all you want? we can take it further, if you’d like. im always willing to go further with you. 
mini XL:
shit, come over please. ;(
         and before long, minhee opened his door to you standing before him, soon catching his lips into a rough yet passionate kiss, making your statement and getting your point across. you wanted him, and minhee had no opposition to that, he might’ve even wanted you more. mid-makeout you and hee dragged yourselves to his bedroom, settling into the soft cushions, you straddling him. he let out a moan when you started rolling your hips into his boner, however silenced by your connected lips. it was only then that you decided to remove your mouth from his and say, 
“fuck, have you always sounded that hot?” you panted, 
“uh, i dunno,” he shrugged, and you snorted,
“before we continue, are you sure you want me to do this?” you asked,
“yeah, i’m yours, all yours,” minhee looked into your eyes with pure lust,
“stop me if anything becomes too much, ok?” 
“shit, alright,” and your lips met again, with even more fire and heat than before. you tried your best to remove your clothing and his without parting your lips, but it was all in vain. minhee’s toned upper body gleamed in the moonlight peeking through the curtains, it was a spectacular sight. he looked impeccable, delicious even. you wanted nothing more but to have him fuck you into next year, but that’d be way too fast and over way too soon for the both of you. 
         all of your clothing was quickly taken care of as well, your nipples hardening from the chilly air. it sparked you, and you felt arousal pooling at your core. minhee's lips attached to one hardened nipple, before moving on to the next. you didn't expect to like it so much, but it ended up making you moan softly. after a few moments of attention paid, he reattached his lips to yours, engaging in what seemed like a kiss that lasted forever,
"uh, mommy?" the sudden title shocked you, but you also kinda liked it,
"yes, minhee?" you raised an eyebrow,
"can, i..uh.." minhee trailed off,
"words, babyboy," he groaned at the word,
"can i please eat you out, mommy?"
"look at you being so polite," minhee blushed "sure, eat me out, babyboy," you positioned yourself on the bed and got comfortable. he began by lapping at your core, moving his tongue between your folds, practically drinking your juices. your breathing got heavier as you clung onto minhee's soft hair as he began thrusting his tongue in and out of your entrance, his nose rubbing against your clit. the longer he did this, the closer you got to your orgasm. soon, with a low groan, you released, minhee happily taking it all in. with a semi-loud swallow,
"you-you tasted so good mommy," he panted, and you chuckled,
"do you want mommy to suck you off now? you look a little..neglected," you smiled, minhee blushing hard before softly nodding. that being said, you two switched positions, you being above him now. his dick was angry, red, and leaking with precum. you began with a few kitten licks, which earned a few soft whines from minhee,
"please don't tease, mommy," he wriggled, and you skipped the foreplay. you began eagerly sucking and taking in all that you could manage, and minhee's moans increased in volume and frequency. you started to suck harder and began bobbing your head up and down, leading to minhee quickly cumming in your mouth with a loud moan soon after. you swallowed it all and brought minhee in for a soft kiss, his cum seeping into his mouth, letting him taste his release,
"can i ride you, babyboy? or are you still too sensitive?" you giggled,
"no mommy, i think i can take it," he looked at you,
"alrighty, please tell me if you want to stop for any reason, okay?" you looked at him seriously, and he nodded. you shifted, now facing him, and slowly sank down onto his dick. you groaned at the stretch, and minhee moaned at your tightness enveloping him. you quickly found a suitable pace for the two of you, minhee gradually becoming a moaning mess as he headed towards his second release, and you shortly behind him. he began thrusting with every bounce in a desperate measure to reach his orgasm faster, and it did help. you two soon came together, your sweaty body collapsing onto his equally sweaty body, panting in the attempt to catch your breath,
"in a few minutes, wanna take a shower and have round two?" minhee panted,
"s-sure," you panted harder, you two soon getting up from the bed, and heading into the bathroom for a shower, and round two.
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thorarms · 9 months
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Sorry i was referring to ur post hating on how mobius called loki a man of action. Why can't loki be also a man of action he grew up around THOR. Also maybe its a new thing loki is letting show instead of being cautious. He is the god of mischief and chaos after all
Ok ive taken a couple of days to have a think and give you a proper answer.
In short, because it's lazy and lets the writers avoid having to write loki with any consistent character traits.
Long answer below the cut
I have a lot of semi connected thoughts about this and this post might end up a bit of a ramble, uh so sorry i guess.
I think it's important to remember that loki as a marvel character has existed since the 1960s, and thus has 60 or so years of characterisation already there. Over the years this has varied a bit due to many different writers and their different visions for their stories, but they tend to stay fairly consistent. Loki is a villian (or is perceived as one by others), he plans elaborate schemes usually with the end goal of the destruction of asgard and/or thor, and he tends to play the long game. In short, he's been consistently characterised as a much more methodical and yes, cerebral character than thor.
In addition, theres 11 years of specifically mcu loki characterisation, which was originally constructed from the loki we see in the comics. This is the baseline of mcu lokis character, and thus should still be there in other stories and adaptations.
What's actually interesting to me though, is that loki HAS been shown as a man of action before. In Thor 2011. Specifically at the end of the movie, after his entire life has fallen apart at the seams and he's in the middle of an emotional breakdown. His actions get more impulsive as the movie progresses, and it ends with him trying to destroy Jotunheim, goading thor into an argument and a huge fight, then letting go of the bifrost and falling to his assumed death.
What makes this work and still feel in character is that lokis impulsive and reckless desicions come from his emotional instability. The viewer gets to see his facade break and watch him deteriorate from slowly and meticulously planning to ruin thors coronation and stop him from taking the throne, to deciding on the spur of the moment to point the bifrost at Jotunheim and, afterwards, decide to let go of gungnir and plummet into the void (i love this movie so much can you tell).
All of this really is to say that loki CAN be reckless and impulsive just like thor. It just has to be well written and considered. And season one of the show very much was Not That.
With the gift of hindsight, it's been very clear that the writers of season one were not interested in maintaining any of lokis previous characterisation and, given what we've seen so far in the trailer, im not exactly holding out hope that season two will be any different.
The last thing i wanna mention is that the way you phrased your ask, with loki deciding himself to become less cautious, is quite interesting to me. Im sure you dont need me to tell you that loki isnt real, hes a fictional character and thus has no autonomy of his own. Every thought, word and action was a deliberate decision from the writers and actors creating these stories (often with their own preconceptions and biases of the character subconsciously thrown in). What im trying to get at is that ultimately, loki as a character is a vehicle for telling an aspect of a story. And it's the writers job to tell that story well. And if loki suddenly has a change of heart and decides to start acting the complete opposite of his former self, the writers should have a damn good reason for choosing to do that. Otherwise, it's just poorly written. And frankly i dont want to watch a poorly written show.
Whoops this was way longer than i intended im so sorry anyways i hope this answers your question about why i wrote a silly post about a throwaway line in a trailer for a show im probably not even going to watch. Probably.
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Hello i have read your entire collection of fics and i gotta say. Wow . what a Talent for the Grime. im not a 2doc girlie unfortunately but I've been softened. won over. I can now see 2doc and go "well that's very interesting. I wanna see where this author goes w it" instead of the general feeling of he would Not fucking say that. bc the truth isthat maybe he would . say those things he says in your fics etc. You understand. Most of all i have an appetite for grime and i have had it Saciated. i saved the plastic beach fics for the end bc i knew they'd be the ones id be more predisposed 2wards and while i was right i will say -> paula fic sweep. i love ms cracker she's such a cunt. as a dyke well all i can say is come 2 bed sweetheart your horrible mean gross standoffish attitude is wasted on a rockstar like stuart. I haven't read a hotter woman in a while Congrats. um but yeah also the plastic beach fics i left some comments bc oysters got to me Bad i never fully felt the impact of plastic beach from a murdoc perspective w such INCISIVENESS and POWER just the fucking spiraling horror of putting yourself in that position out of desperation and PRIDE??? god. GOD. and then the fic you have pinned. the fic that.made me check out your ao3. god . ive been in bad relationships that hurt me greatly and i had to keep seeing the.person. It was So cathartic. the mixing of 2ds identity w murdocs the enmeshment the. The
sorry 4.the.long ask im a little drunk but you HAVE to know you have got a NEW BIG FAN
i wanna see.more of your noodle and cyborg noodle :( noodlez mean so much 2me and 2d and noodle in seething coast got to me so fucking bad. russ' small role also got me weeping but not as much as 2d and bday girl noodle ending did. your 2d is perhaps the most interesting read ive seen on the character so far .
This message brought so much joy to my night, as did your comments on AO3! I apologize for my lateness; I absolutely intend to respond to them over there (as far as my intentions go for the foreseeable future I will always respond to comments or asks, so long as anyone is kind enough to stop by! It just takes a few days sometimes, whoops) but I'm so enchanted by the ephemeral nature of the drunk message, I've got to let you know I've seen it, haha.
I love the sentence "unfortunately, I am not a 2Doc girlie" as it feels quite backwards from the other side of it. I would say, being someone who has written exclusively 2Doc stories for their fanfiction career and runs a bizarrely devoted 2Doc blog years longer than they ought to have, being a 2Doc girlie is an unfortunate thing to be. I wouldn't blame you having apprehensions! If you can believe it, when I got into Gorillaz I would avoid the shipping element altogether and skip past any 2Doc that popped up along my way; I also felt a sense of... neutrality to profound disinterest toward it, and had things gone differently after I may have bowed out without any lasting words exchanged and moved forward along the fandom line, as so many do. I felt some sense of shame, I think, to admit I was reshaping the characters by my own wants, but I accept now that this is what Gorillaz fandom is; the nearer to canon one can go in tone, the better, but there's a point where the road forks (splinters into four forks, and four more further down, really) and for the sake of your own stability and consistency, you have to make a decision about that character's path. Anyway, sorry, I'm rambling! Hopefully that doesn't bore you to tears, but your message made me think about it all again, and I enjoy doing so!
Thank you for reading everything, good gravy, it's a tall order and I'm just-- I am beyond flattered. I am beyond humbled. I am moderately embarrassed by some of the early writing, but I'm incredibly touched nonetheless. I am especially grateful for Paula to make her way into a loving home, biting and spitting all the way. Stuart is not and will never be equipped for the job. ("It's rotten work, especially if it's you," only Paula's not asking him to do it and she's sure as shit not offering it in return. God, I love that woman.)
Thank you. I don't know if it's too sappy and too sincere to say, but I think we grow in sincerity, I think we are emotionally and mentally fed by honesty even to a degree of discomfort, and so I swallow that embarrassment and say... you naming those stories, sharing your thoughts, sharing with me a connection and a sense of caring for Oysters, Ampersands, Seething Coast-- the stories that I cared most for, stories that drew the most from myself even when I tried to obscure it, stories that still sit close to the breast-- that is special. That really means more to me than a comical reply can express. I'm really glad that these scenes meant something to you and that they get to live in another person. That's the horror and the prize of writing, it's the thing you dread doing wrong and losing in the void; but to hear months or years later that it's found someone, and they felt something for it, and they're not embarrassed for you that you've stumbled through making something like this from these characters, that's all you can dream of. That's everything. It matters very much. I can't say I have anything new on the horizon for Noodle (...and I can't say what I have done in the past few months is anywhere near cresting the horizon) but this message gets my heart thu-thumping and has me mulling her over. Maybe one day we can revisit the mess again. If you'd like to listen, this song always makes me think of Stu and Noodle, specifically on that illusion of solid ground in the years after Plastic Beach. I listened to it sometimes to get in the mood to write them.
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alienside · 2 years
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hiiiiii ok for both sky sea and starless hour if they were being adapted into a movie/tv show/etc what would the soundtrack be like??? any songs you would specifically have to include??? general vibe and type of instrumentation etc??? (this is also me saying if you have playlists i would like to see them and hear you explain them bc 👀)
okay SO for sky sea im just gonna hit some key points (since i've been using the same playlist since it was a space odyssey and haven't cleaned it up yet, some songs are no longer relevant) but tsh. oh boy. none of these are in a particular order sorry <3
(because i've committed the high crime of knowing more than one language. sorry some of these songs are not in english but im including translations to the best of my ability. also sorry this post is LONG long)
sky sea:
all time low - a love like war
keldan/aderyn anthem. literally just every line
"is this the end of us or just the means to start again"
i would say most of the song is referencing their past relationship except the last line (and maybe the repetition of "we go together or we don't go down at all") which is like. present day learning to fuckin deal with each other
muse - won't stand down
another keldan song sorry but like. come on
specifically when his revenge arc begins. somewhere in there he's gonna try to ruin the nation and then have to decide whether it's worth it to follow through :)
sleeping at last - neptune
literally NO idea where this one fits in bc it literally suits every one of the main four and lowkey every possible dynamic
"i'm only honest when it rains" etc etc
"i want to love you but i don't know how"
florence + the machine - king
melati my beloved <3
this is her theme song after she ascends to girlboss mode
5sos - lover of mine
keldan/seia
i think this one pretty much sums up their dedication to each other even tho they truly don't actually label that relationship it's just like. they're so absorbed in each other that they're like one single entity at this point. creepy but effective
side note this is really just a reflection of my 12 y.o. self's music taste idk why
for starless hour i actually have two playlists, one for like. instrumentals and the other for vibe inspiration. again trying to hit key points only but i don't know how to shut up
the ready set - the witching hour
"heard that energy is a constant state / nothing ever ends, it will only change"
"and then I fall into a hurricane of empty thoughts / where I become all my own problems when I swore I'd not"
"there's something telling me that I still have a lot to give / maybe there's beauty in uncertainty, I hope there is"
this one's literally 60% for the vibes because how can i not include a song called "the witching hour" on this playlist
but also i really like the feeling of sort of. cautious optimism in the song that feels really central to. maybe not the overall plot of tsh but definitely where i want the resolution to end up
monsta x - destroyer
"however many times it takes, rewind / i'll go to you, rewind / the ending is up to me anyway"
"i believe in destiny, i believe in us / ... / all of the memories in this vicious cycle"
"then the ending is complete / our string is already connected"
ignoring the time-travel themes of the song. god the idea of writing your own destiny. or like even though tsh doesn't have time travel i like the idea of trying over and over again to get it right. like i'm not giving them the chance to try but i like the idea.
also UGH red string of fate theory my beloved
lea - ende der welt
"this isn't the end of the world ... / just the end of us / this isn't the end of the world, even if it feels like it / it doesn't kill us"
"and when the sun goes down, is it just the earth that turns with us?"
i know the song is intended as a breakup song but again. come ON how can i not include it. it's literally called end of the world.
all time low - old scars / future hearts
"i don't wanna be the one that's left behind / don't blame me, don't hate me"
"i am lost inside this endless haze of life / but this life is mine to live"
again sort of in line with the idea of making your own decisions/writing your own future. i think it also fits neatly with delwyn's belief that only he is in control of his own choices? he's the one who picks his destiny. even tho in the end he chooses wrong, it's still his choice etc.
bastille - get home
again. literally the whole song but:
"we are the last people standing / at the end of the night / we are the greatest pretenders / in the cold morning light"
"how am i gonna get myself back home?"
this song goes along with the end of the story, once all the worst has come to pass and there's nothing left to change/prevent
and it's getting home in a literal sense because the story i think will take them pretty far from home. but also in the figurative sense of the journey changes them so much and how can they possibly go back to who/where they were?
jo sung mo - do you know (youtube link to my preferred cover)
"if you ask me why i didn't say anything / my heart aches, i can't answer"
"no matter how many times i'm born again and leave again / there's no world like this one where i met you"
"maybe this world is beautiful because of the traces of you"
"do you know today is the last day you and i will be under the same sky?"
another breakup song but GOD.
also sorry my translations are rough but i literally could not find an eng translation of the lyrics that i liked enough to use so i just made my own
anyway. haven't figured out how to word all of my feelings about this song so i'm hoping u will just Understand. thanks <3
stray kids - chronosaurus
not really an exact lyric to point to actually but i think this song captures the desperation and the "oh god i'm running out of time" vibe that i LOVE for tsh
the theme for instrumentals is yearning baby! loneliness and hope and "the light will come again" and "everything is so different than it was". extremely unquantifiable emotions with no lyrics to guide me. good luck bestie (this playlist is shorter tho because it's newer)
gone in a flash (spider-man: no way home)
the quiet loneliness.. the fade out... ugh i literally have no words
you're going to notice a lot of these instrumentals follow the same theme lmao
exit through the lobby (spider-man: no way home)
obsessed with the way this builds slowly and then fades out to the lone piano
on the nature of daylight (max richter)
this song would be included on the basis of title alone but it's also perfect. one of my long-time fave instrumental pieces out there
a knight of the seven kingdoms (got s8 soundtrack)
yes this is from game of thrones. yes it's a masterpiece. next question
a different idea of love (luke howard)
again. strings. there's something about string instrumentals that makes me sob every time.
manhattan sunrise (ola gjeilo)
PIANO. i really love this song and also the title and the vibe fit equally perfectly with tsh. the light dawning over the city. despite everything that's happened there is still hope.
maybe you can guess that this piece corresponds to the end of the plot
at dawn (hania rami)
once again. slow sad piano. what more do i need to say.
one day you finally knew (slowed remix) [chad lawson]
no comment. just vibes
(translation: this is the song that would play during the end credits of the movie. if it were a tv show it would only play during the last ep's credits tho)
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besties (gone sexual) was so good!!!!! i wasn’t expecting it to be as huge as it was (literally fell asleep at 4:30 am last night trying to finish it but i still had like a third left 😭) but it was soooo worth it!!! it also didn’t feel like it was that huge tho??? a lot of stuff happened but you did so good at explaining and why. even the 3 times jaemin got puked on, that was some beautiful karmic timing imo. speaking of karma i think the amount of bad luck jaemin has to suffer was such a good way to keep him redeemable despite sometimes an absolute douchebag. a lovable douchebag tho. the amount of times i cackled in this fic tho!!! obviously the other installments of bitch hunters werr humorous too, but the addition of jisung, sungchan, yangyang, and hendery coming it to occasionally dunk on jaemin, too, when he deserves it was just *chef’s kiss*. i also think the length is justified because their situation is more complicated and nuanced than jeno and renjun who were just getting to know new people, and even hyuck who was making his situation complicated himself. jaemin and oc have so much history between them, literal years of friendship and complicated feelings. it’s kinda obvious by the end that the reason for jaemin douchebagginess to a lot of those girls was because he was so in love with oc and refusing to even consider that as possibility so he just rejects the idea of a relationship because also being with someone else seems impossible. ngl i did choke up a little when he makes the conclusion that in order to let his best friend try to be in a happy relationship, he has to extract himself from the equation because he wouldn’t be able to even be her friend in that circumstance. he didn’t have to make her cry tho!! but as someone who can also be a little emotionally constipated i understand that line of thinking. needless to say i really enjoyed this fic. i previously said and they were roommates was my favorite installment was my favorite but ngl, besties gone sexual might be giving it run for its money 👀 i’m always going to have a weak spot for long-time-best-friends-turned-friends-with-benefits-turned-lovers. i’m also feeling so nostalgic now that the series is over!! i’m gonna miss the bitch hunters universe, there’s so much stuff i’m curious about, especially the og bitch hunters because these four made them sound almost…mythical. and then there’s mark. love how jaehyun just came in to give jaemin a rewording of the centuries old saying of “it’s meant to be it will come back to you eventually” and jaemin acted like it was the greatest revelation ever simply because it came from him. anyways, whew, this turned out longer than i intended it to but i just have so many thoughts. also it fitting for such a long story. anyways, i’m done. this was such treat to read as always. i hope you’re having a lovely day, take care!!! 😘💗
OMG IM SORRY IT KEPT YOU UP THAT LONG 😭😭 PLS READ IT IN BREAKS I DONT WANNA RUIN UR SLEEP 🤲 wait lemme put the rest of my response under the cut it’s a bit long 😵‍💫
ppl say my writing doesn’t feel like a lot, which i think is a good thing?? so maybe that’s why HAHHA but i promise it was 43k words i’m not capping 😰 LMAODJF jaemin truly deserved to be puked on 😭 especially when he started drinking after renjun was seeing god on the couch 🧎‍♀️
ahh yesyes i think so too!! i think they needed a bit more development to figure out their problems and situations, unlike jeno and renjun who were meeting their love interests for the first time 🥹 and then hyuck’s dilemma was more of an internal thing that he had to get over himself, but jaemin’s situation was a lot more messy and tangled. i’m rlly glad you liked the additions of other characters tho!! i love writing jisung tbh so i thought he would be funny to include HAHAH and his dynamic with jaemin is kinda wholesome in my eyes :’)
HONESTLY i’m a little emotionally constipated so there might have been some projection in this fic!! it’s true he definitely had (kinda??) good intentions for distancing himself from mc, but he went about it the wronggg way and made her cry 😭 LIKE BOOOOOO 👎👎🍅🍅🍅
WOWOW that actually makes me so happy to hear that besties (gone sexual) might be your fav in the series :’) hyuck’s installment and jaemin’s are definitely my fav and i’m just a sucker for best friends to lovers 🤧 it’s such a sweet trope but can segway into a lot of misunderstandings and angst HAHAH
HAHAHAH THEY WORSHIP THE OGS 🥲 “these four made them sound almost… mythical. and then there’s mark” I CACKLED LMFAOO yeah mark was NOT part of the og squad so he doesn’t get the legendary pokémon type treatment 😭🤚 it’s a good thing renjun didn’t witness that conversation or else he would’ve beaten jaemin up after for ignoring him the entire time until jaehyun parroted his words LOL
but thank you love for taking the time to write all of this and send it to me!!! it makes me so happy that you had so much to share about my fic and it literally had me rereading with a huge smile on my face :’)) i hope you’re having a wonderful day/night and taking care 💜💜
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The late bloomer 🌬🥀
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Part 5
Rated M
⚠️ A/B/O themes (knotting, ruts, heats, etc.) primal play, oral & MxF sex, possessive behavior, aggressive jealousy
Part 4
Honorable mentions: @naomithenerdgirl @gummiwormsandonedirection @nekee-lilac02 @veenasanada @satoooooruu @jazzylove @sizzlingdonutturtlemuffin @miss-lilith @girl-lost-not-found @desiray562 @wegotmatchingtattos @bakugoismisunderstood
💌 The flashback scene ended up being much longer than I’d originally intended 😅 I just got so caught up in it, I couldn’t help myself.
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“Cant you stay for a little while Katsu? I could make dinner for us and afterwards we could wat-“
“No, I have somewhere to be and don’t call me that”
His tone of voice was as cold as ice.
“But-“
“But nothing, I told you what this was”.
Haphazardly tossing his school blazer over his shoulder, he leaves the room without another word to the flustered girl laying on her bed.
“I’m sorry, I mean…you’re a really great friend but I just…I don’t know if it would be a good idea for us to…well y’know” you trail off, not knowing what else to say to cushion the blow of turning down a date with a friend.
“Ah that’s okay ________, I shouldn’t have put you in such an awkward position…so uh…well if you change your mind…you have my number” says the boy before giving you a wave and making his way down the hall.
Entering the locker room, you hurriedly get changed into your PE clothes. Just before you head out to the track, you overhear a conversation that twists your stomach into knots.
“-then afterwards he took off…I just don’t understand why Bakugou-Kun is so closed off, I mean I could feel the chemistry between us! I wouldn’t have done that with him if I hadnt”.
Jealously was clawing it’s way up your throat, you wanted to attack the stupid girl, but you wanted to absolutely rage at Katsuki even more! What for though? He isn’t your boyfriend or anything….but you’d at least thought there was something between the two of you…
Apparently you weren’t the only girl lingering under this delusion. There were two classes left for the day…and of course he was in both of them with you. Taking out your phone you hastily sent a text before you could chicken out:
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(In case the image doesn’t load: “Y’know I think I’ve changed my mind, I’d actually love to go out with you…Does friday after school sound good?)
“So I thought you could come hangout at my place this Friday? The old hag and dad will be out late for a-Hey are you even fuckin’ listening to me?” Katsuki asks.
Apparently he’d realized he was talking to himself as the two of you walked home together. You are too busy smiling at your phone as you reply to the message you’d just received. Completely failing to notice the death glare your companion was aiming at the device.
“Hmmm what was that?”
You ask, making your disinterest apparent.
“I asked if you wanted to come over to my place and hangout Friday since my parents won’t be home until late…who the hell are you talking to anyway?!” He snarls, snatching the phone from your hand.
”Katsuki! Give that back you ass-“
“What are you hiding from me princess? We don’t keep secrets remember?” He’s snickering but as soon as he reads the thread he’s irate.
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me right? A date? With this tool?!”
“Give me back my phone Katsuki!”
“NO! I’m going to tell this loser to lose your fuckin’ number, then you can have it back!”
“You have no right! I can go on a date with whoever I want, I can be with who ever I-“
“No you can’t!! I won’t let you!”
“Won’t let me?! Who do you think you are?!”
“Dont test me omega!”
“Oh I’m “Omega” now am I? Well fuck you, stupid Alpha!”
With surprising speed you launch yourself forward and snatch the phone away from him.
“_______! I swear to god, if you go out with that guy I’ll-“
“You’ll what?! Im not your property Katsuki, and you certainly arent mine! Let’s not even be friends anymore, how about that?!”.
Two days passed and the two of you maintained a Stubborn silence. When Friday came around Katsuki was in the worst type of mood you’d ever seen him in. Wasn’t your problem though…he isn’t your problem…
So when the final bell sounded, you bolted out of class before it was fully finished ringing.
As you tried to enjoy the company of your date you felt your phone going off non stop in your bag. You had a feeling you knew who it was, and what they wanted.
You were wrong though, and after an hour of you incessant vibrations you finally decided to answer it.
“WHAT?!” You shout, not even bothering to check who it was calling. The boy beside you was startled at your sudden outburst, you hadn’t even realized you’d interrupted him mid sentence. As the person on the other line started speaking your face morphed from furious to absolutely terrified.
“Is he hurt?! D’you know where he is now?!”
Gathering up your things, you thank the person for calling and turn towards your bewildered date.
“I’m really sorry for just bailing on you but I need to go, I’ll make it up to you I promise!” You bow before dashing off at top speed.
You keep up your mad dash all the way towards your neighborhood, passing your house and finally slowing to a stop two doors down.
That’s strange…where are his parents? Oh god what if he ended up having to go to the hospital?! What if he’s on his death bed?!”
All sorts of terrible scenarios begin circling through your panic stricken brain as you incessantly ring the doorbell. It seemed like an hour before you hear shuffling footsteps on the other side of the door and a familiar snarl: “Hold your fuckin’ horses goddammit in coming!”.
He’s alive.
As soon as the door opens you jump on him, sending you both flying backwards.
“________! What the fu-“
“Thank god your alive! When I heard about what happened I automatically assumed the worst, and then when I got here and didn’t see either of your mom or dad’s cars in the driveway I was terrified” you are openly sobbing now, tears creating a small stream as they continuously flow down your face and onto his bare chest.
Wait….bare…chest?
Sitting up now, through blurry vision you take notice of the state of undress the aggravated young man beneath you is in. He must have just gotten out of the shower; His normally unruly blonde spikes are slightly tame due to their dampness, a few droplets of water pool between the crease of his abs. Scanning the rest of his exposed skin you are pleased to see no extreme injuries. You see a few scratches, and some light bruising here and there as your eyes begin following the light blonde trail of hair that starts at his navel and ends somewhere beneath the towel wrapped around his hips.
Which is what you so happen to be sitting on, as you shamelessly stare. Your mouth goes dry, face begins heating up, and it’s like a match has been struck somewhere inside your lower stomach. A snapping sound catches your attention as you finally notice a pair of fingers infront of your face. “Earth to dumbass” Katsuki sneers from beneath you.
You don’t know what possessed you to do it, but you slowly slide off his hips. Biting your lip at the feel of something twitch beneath you and the low hiss he lets out in response.
“Sorry” you whisper, getting to your feet.
“The hell you doing here anyway?”
He’s angry, furious really.
“Thought you were on a date with what’s-his-fuckin-name? Why show up here to bother me?”.
It hurt to hear him refer to you as a “bother” but you pushed it aside;
“Who gives a fuck about a stupid date when I hear that someone important to me got attacked by a villain!” Tears begin to obscure your vision once more, “I…I didn’t get all the details but I got enough to make me sprint all the way over here!”.
“Well you shouldn’t have bothered, as you can see I’m fine! Just like I told my parents, so you can go back to lover boy and they can enjoy their stupid business celebration”
You don’t like the way he’s acting towards you, you aren’t used to receiving this treatment from him.
“I dont care what you say! You are far from fucking fine, you can bullshit whoever you want to, but it won’t work on me Katsuki!”
“I AM FINE! I DONT NEED YOU OR ANYONE ELSE LOOKING AFTER ME! ESPECIALLY NOT YOU!” He roars.
“IM NOT LEAVING! IF YOU WANT ME GONE THEN THROW ME OUT! IM NOT LEAVING YOU ALONE!” You scream back.
“Oh yeah?” His quieter voice is somehow far more fear inducing than his screaming.
You don’t respond, crossing your arms over your chest you simply nod staring back at him.
The smile on his face sends a shiver down your spine as he moves towards you, reaching around you to shut the door and lock it.
Now he’s in your face, towering over you menacingly. It’s unnerving, and soon you try to look anywhere but at him. That’s short lived as his hand comes up to grab your chin;
“What’s wrong? You were so adamant about staying to keep me company…now you look like your ready to take off at any moment….almost as adamant as you were about going on that stupid date”.
He chuckles as his fingers slide up towards the apples of your cheeks, “Must not have been all that great if you ditched the poor bastard to come see me…Can’t even tell you came from a date to be honest…ya didn’t even dress up for him…I bet you woulda f’me though…”.
Squeezing either side of your cheeks has him smiling at the involuntary pucker of your lips.
He’s being mean….but it’s that endearing sort of teasing reserved just for you.
It’s a secret not many are privy to but there always has been an underlying “sensuality” (of sorts) to your relationship with Katsuki. Maybe it all started that faithful night spent under the stars, at any rate it’s been rapidly growing to the point where you two won’t be able to just ignore it anymore. As your gaze drops down from his eyes and onto his lips, you don’t think you want to anyway. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the aforementioned male, and in response he steps closer, further intruding into your personal bubble.
It’s painful for him to think that just a few hours ago, he was slowly suffocating at the hands of that disgusting sludge villain. How close had he come to giving up hope? Who was he kidding, he had given up then. Closing his eyes, your angry face was the only thing he could see and that was when he realized; I’m going to die and never be able to fix things with the person that’s most important to me
Then lo and behold, here comes fucking Deku to the rescue! It made him sick to think about any of it, he’d be cursed to mentally replay today’s events for all of eternity.
“Katsuki….what…what do you want from me?”
The question pulled him out of his own thoughts and without actually thinking he replied; “Everything you’d be willing to give me”.
Well, that certainly wasn’t what you were expecting and you certainly weren’t expecting to be bold enough to bridge the gap between your lips…but you did.
So that’s how you ended up being carried up stairs, thrown down the bed, attached at the mouth, with your best friend on top of you. At some point you’d lost your shirt and now your skirt was flipped up; Allowing Katsuki to eagerly rut against your clothed sex, as you grinded against his erection.You whined softly, as he abruptly ended the kiss, “Please Suki, I want you so bad…please”.
This was the first time he’d ever picked up this scent coming from you, and it was interfering with his rational mind. Studying your mussed appearance, the fondness he’d developed for you over the years brought a certain warmth to his heart.
When you impatiently humped against him again he realized what this new scent was, and oh fuck was he ever obsessed with it. It was like a switch flipped, triggering a sudden change in personality and it was both startling and exciting.
Suddenly your wrists are pinned above your head and two fingers begin to stroke the wet spot on the crotch of your panties.
“Look at how wet you are for me and I’ve barely even done anything…You want me Omega? Want your Alpha to finally claim you?” His voice was so gravely and deep. You nodded eagerly, so happy that he finally acknowledged himself as YOUR Alpha out loud.
Moving your panties to the side, the pads of his calloused fingers slipped between your soaked lips to teasingly play with your clit.
“You’ve always been mine princess and you always will be, just for me….So no more provoking me by flirting around with these fucking nobodies got it?” He warns, eyes narrowing before kissing you softly.
“You’re gonna make me have to hurt somebody if you do, and then…I’ll have to punish you too…you won’t like it but it’ll have to be done if you don’t listen to me”.
The sudden sound of a shrill ring from his cellphone was enough to temporarily break the hold his alpha had on him.
“If you attempt to claim an unpresented Omega before their first heat then the Omega won’t be able to ever be claimed properly”
Shit! What was he doing?!
Disregarding his phone completely he jumped backwards and fell off the bed.
“Suki?!” You scrambled to look down at his frightened face as he lay sprawled out on the floor. Now with the towel no longer in the way you stopped yourself from outright staring at his still hard dick. You couldn’t stop the needy whimper that escaped you, still very much wanting him.
Katsuki swallowed thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to firmly say “No _______, we…we cant do this…not now”. This set your clouded mind into a manic frenzy; He was denying you? After all that drama that almost ruined your friendship completely? Was that other girl better than you or something? Why her but not you?!
Sensing your mood shift before even smelling the change in your scent, he made sure both his pheromones and voice were coming out soothing while he explained the issue.
“So it’s because….because I’m still not presented yet? It’s not really because you don’t want to be with me?” Your voice sounded so sad as you shrunk in on yourself. The terror of being rejected had passed, but now you were once again self conscious at your lack of having your first heat.
“I want you more than anything, well you and being #1 are something I’d rather not force to compete on a scale of importance to me but…fuck! I can’t ever figure out how to say what I mean when you’re around me!” He let out a frustrated snarl, slamming shut the drawer he’d just pulled a pair of gym shorts from.
“I wouldn’t ever expect you to pick one or the other” you reply, sliding off the bed intent on getting dressed. Just as you get to your feet, you get knocked off them. Falling backwards on the bed you growl in frustration and as you open your mouth to snap at him, your words die instantly. Lust blown pupils almost cover up the small sliver of Dark Red eyes as they stare you down, effectively pinning you to the mattress.
“K-Katsuki Y-You said we c-cant do that….so why?” A finger is pressed to your lips.
“I said we couldn’t do THAT single thing…we can do other things princess…all sorts of things I’ve only imagined doing to you” he kisses down the length of your body, stopping at the waist band of your underwear.
“I’m keeping these” he says before yanking them off you in one swift pull.
You stare back at him; Wide eyed and speechless as he spreads your shaking legs wide. The self conscious feeling that washed over you as he inspects your bare pussy vanishes immediately as he mumbles a quiet “God damn”.
Licking his lips, he gives you a sinister smile, “You’ve been hiding this from me for all this time…You know how many ruts I’ve went through just imagining what secrets you were keeping under that fuckin’ skirt of your’s princess?”.
“M’sorry” you whimper as his fingers once again slip between your lower lips. “Nah, I know yer’fuckin’ not princess…can’t lie to me” he gives your clit a smack “That’s for trying though…naughty girl”. You let out a soft shriek at the sting and he laughs.
“No more talkin’, I got this sloppy little pussy in my face all wet and soakin’ jus f’me…but I’ll say one last thing”
Your staring up at the ceiling; Trying to control your rapid heart beat and slow your panting breaths, waiting for him to do something…anything. You glance down at him and lose your breath over the smoldering look in his eyes and haughty expression on his face.
Lowering his mouth down until his lips are an inch from your pulsating clit he looks into the windows of your soul rasping “itadakimasu” right as he buries his face in your throbbing cunt.
You don’t even try to hold back the loud keen that erupts from somewhere deep inside your gut. You’ve never experienced such an amazing feeling, and oh god the shameless sounds he’s making as he throughly enjoys the first taste of you are just raunchy.
Slurping, growling, squelching, paired with his sinful groans of pleasure are nearly drowned out by your sporadic crys of his name. Something has been steadily building up since his lips first touched your pussy; A strange pressure that makes you suddenly uneasy and you try your best to squirm away. He shuts this down right away, delivering another slap to the inside of your thigh as he snarls; “Stop fuckin’ runnin’ from me princess”.
Tears begin to pool in your eyes as you force out a shaky “S-st-stop! SUKI! P-please I-I’m go-gon-gonna pee! Stop!”.
This man doesn’t even open his eyes as he growls “You aren’t, I promise you won’t…fuckkk…just let it go f’me baby”.
Your whole body is trembling and you sob at the thought of how humiliating this was going to be, but you couldn’t have held it back if you tried to. As soon as the pressure In your lower half starts to release you swear your soul exits your body. You can hear Katsuki praising you “Fuck yes _______, that’s it baby…squirtin’ all over my tounge mmmm love my messy girl”.
He just said he loved you!
“Oh god Katsuki, you…you’re fucking amazing!” You continue to sob as aftershocks rock through your twitching body.
“Mhmm tell me something I don’t know pretty girl”.
Your eyes open, slowly taking in your surroundings and savoring the familiar but slightly different scent surrounding you. The distinct smell of caramel has an underlying spice to it, like cinnamon and you try not to focus on the tingling it’s causing. Shivering at the significant lack of warmth surrounding your body has you realizing you are alone.
Where was Katsuki?
The past few days were kind of blurry; You had brief flashes of memory, all centered around the explosive alpha.
YOUR explosive alpha
Hisses your omega, always eager to correct. Must be the last day or two of your heat, judging by her significantly quieter voice.
Wait.
Your hand flew to the prominent bite that had begun scabbing over on your neck. He didn’t even ask properly! You weren’t at all rational enough to make such a life altering decision! You knew that eventually this was where you wanted your relationship to lead, but not right now.
This was honestly somewhat devastating.
You were blinking back tears when you heard the soft creak of the door opening. Normally, the sight of a tip toeing Katsuki would have had you giggling. Now however you sat watching silently; The blonde male had his back facing you while precariously balancing a plate of food on a stack of books, shutting the door with an uncharacteristic softness. Glancing over his shoulder, he turns towards you abruptly and his eyes light up.
“Finally awake princess?”
The smile on his face is breathtaking but you can’t fully return it, only managing a slight grin as you mumble a quiet “Yeah”.
Setting the books on his nightstand he sits beside you, holding the plate of food, “Good, I cooked us a little something, I was fuckin’ starving so I already ate, but this is for you”.
You take the plate and utensils from him and force yourself to eat. It’s hard to choke down the meal when all you want to do is scream, but you do it.
You wonder if he too has this awkward feeling that you do right now but when he speaks your immediately aware it isn’t mutual.
“I’m really happy that we finally got to share a cycle together princess, the first of many now that we’re…” he gets a little choked up, face reddening as he says “mates”. Taking you in his arms, he sighs blissfully as he looks over the mating mark he’d given you; “It’s healing nicely, doesn’t hurt much does it?”. Not returning his sentiment you shake your head “No it’s fine, what about you? Or umm did I not-?”.
“Oh you definitely gave me one too” he interrupts smugly, tilting his head to the side for you to see. Sure enough, the bruised indents where you’d sunk your teeth in shown brightly against his sun kissed skin. You couldn’t help running your fingertips across the bruised ridges, suddenly feeling flushed and needy upon contact.
“I-I think, Katsuki it’s…”
“It’s okay baby, it’s another wave just let me take these off real quick and I’ll take real good care of ya” his voice is calm and a soothing feeling falls over you as he strips out of his clothing. Laying back on the bed you commence shameles ogling; Appreciating the rippling back muscles and budging biceps that signaturely belong to your Alpha, your Katsuki. Whining softly as you reach out for him, desperate to feel that overwhelming feeling you’ve come to associate with when your bodies meet.
“Present for me Omega” the normal rasp in Katsuki’s voice has been replaced with a seductive purr that has your whole body vibrating as you clamor to grant his request. Now that you are in your almost normal state of mind; it’s rather embarrassing to be face down on the bed, poking your ass up high in the air.
“That’s it, good girl” the mattress dips lightly behind you as he joins you once more “You probably don’t remember a whole lot from the last few days, but s’Okay cause I certainly do”.
You jump slightly as his hands begin kneading your cheeks while he spreads them apart, “Aw don’t tell me your getting shy on me now!”.
You whimper at the low whistle he emits as he gets a good look at both your holes. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed baby, you’ve pretty much lived on my cock the last few days” Then you feel a wet glob of something land on your puckered entrance and your immediately squealing.
“There aren’t any more secrets between us now, I know you body and soul, inside and out”
Or so he thinks…
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ㅤㅤ⌗ kanemoto yoshinori ―︎ over & over
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synopsis ―︎ in which you’ll always be able to count on the fact that you can find comfort in your best friend, over and over again.
wc + genre + pairing + warnings ―︎ 4.5k words worth of angst and fluff for a bittersweet, one-sided love. best friend!yoshi x gn!reader. not proofread. lowercase intended. i think i was a little too mean o.o (i won’t say the exact trope, but if you want to, you could check the tags for some clarification at the end!! idk how well i actually executed the intended concept, so i thought i’d throw the explanation in just incase).
request ―︎ jules 🥺 i love your work 💙 could i please request an angst imagine for yoshi from treasure? maybe with the concept of best friend!yoshi too?
director’s notes ―︎ AHHHHH!!! i’ve had this idea in my mind for months & even talked about the concept with loki a little while back, so i was really excited to be writing this even though it makes me sad </3 it turned into more of a fic than an imagine lmao. the whole idea is heavily inspired by the song ‘let’s fall in love for the night’ by finneas, but i specifically got inspired after listening to this cover by junny :] there may or may not be a few elements of the fic inspired by ‘best friend’ by rex orange county as well, since i had that & junny’s lfilftn cover looped back to back as i wrote. also! yoshi was almost in reader’s situation, but i actually couldn’t decide whether i wanted yoshi to be person a or person b in terms of the plot, so i flipped a coin to choose how it would go for me :3 anyways, i’m not sure how happy i am with this, but i hope you like it anyways anon <3 im so sorry
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kanemoto yoshinori couldn’t remember how much time had passed since the first time he told you that he loved you.
maybe it’d been a few weeks. maybe a few months had passed. for all he knew, it could’ve been a little over a year now. maybe two. if he was being honest, he could no longer keep count of the days going by. everything always felt like a blur to him.
if you asked him how long he’d loved you, he’d say he wasn’t sure. falling in love with you was never his plan, but it happened before he even realized it, and when he finally did, he didn’t want to stop. it’s not like he could’ve, anyways. even if he wanted to.
maybe knowing how much time had passed was no longer all that important.
after all, you were his best friend. all that really mattered to him was nothing would change between you two. having you by his side was all the comfort yoshi could ever ask for.
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it was 08:31 on a sunday night when notifications illuminated up the once-dark screen of your best friend’s phone, indicating new messages from you. it was almost as if he knew it was you before he even checked the text. it hadn’t even taken thirty seconds for yoshi to come running in from another room when he heard the soft ping of his phone.
08:31 pm | y/n 🌱
they broke up with me.
we got into another fight because they kept telling me to stop hanging around you
and then they told me that they were done with my bullshit because they were tired of me putting you before them
they said that they finally found somebody else
and then they broke up with me.
the second he read the messages, it was as if he was on autopilot, bumbling around the living room in search of his wallet & keys. he found himself forcing on his shoes and grabbing one of his hoodies from the coat closet. he didn’t even bother pulling it on, opting to clutch it in his hand instead. he was rushing to you, nearly forgetting to lock the door on his way out of his apartment.
you saw the three little dots pop up within two minutes of hitting send on your last message to him, his responses hard to read as the tears in your eyes blurred your vision.
08:32 | yoshinori ☁️
don’t go anywhere
i’ll be there in 25
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though yoshi said it’d take twenty-five minutes to get to you, it actually only took fifteen. he may or may not have been going a little bit over the speed limit here and there, and he really shouldn’t have been, but in his eyes, a little bit of trouble was worth it.
you were worth it. always.
you couldn’t remember opening the door to let him in. all you knew was you were sobbing one moment, and the next, he was stepping through the threshold of your front door, pulling you into his arms so you could cry your eyes out as much as you wanted to.
“it’s gonna okay,” he mumbled, rubbing your back as your tears began to form a spot on his shirt. “they’re an idiot. a jealous idiot. fuck what they say; they don’t deserve you, y/n.”
there was a little pang in your chest that hit you as your best friend spoke; you couldn’t even respond. instead, you found yourself hugging yoshi tighter as you tried to bury your head further into his chest, too upset to pull yourself together.
“it’s alright, i’ve got you.”
you’re not quite sure how long you stood there, sobbing in his arms as though you were in hysterics. it could’ve been anywhere from a few more seconds to an entire hour later, but he didn’t mind it at all.
yoshi always knew how to comfort you. he’d never judge you for being frustrated or upset; instead, he’d rather hold your hand and listen to you get everything out of your system. if you didn’t want to talk, that was alright too. he didn’t mind the silence; he just wanted to be there.
he just wanted to make sure you knew you weren’t alone.
“you can let it out, i’m right here. i’m not going anywhere.”
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when you had calmed down enough to pull yourself away from your best friend’s grasp, he guided you over to your couch, making sure you were comfortable before he excused himself for a moment.
curiously, you watched as the red-haired boy busied himself, running back and forth down the hall once or twice, even popping into the kitchen. he was back within all of two minutes, a blanket, your favourite stuffed animal, and two spoons to go along with the emergency tub of your favourite ice cream in his arms.
you didn’t remember telling him where everything was, but you figured he must’ve known you too well & it just slipped your mind.
he didn’t say anything as he began putting things onto the coffee table to free up his hands. instead, he simply laid the blanket over you and placed the stuffed animal by your side. the hoodie that he’d brought along with him reappeared as well, resting in your lap a moment after he passed it over.
only then did yoshi reach for the spoons and the ice cream tub, making himself comfortable as he sat opposite of you in order to see your face. he found that you were still watching him curiously, so he finally spoke up.
“did you wanna talk about it? or would you rather we just binge through one of your favourite shows and eat this entire tub?” he asked, holding it up with a small, comforting smile.
only kanemoto yoshinori could make you laugh despite being in tears mere minutes before, even if it was only a soft giggle.
so with that, you tugged on the hoodie that had previously laid in your lap, beckoning the boy across from you to scoot closer so he could share the blanket.
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“don’t you have to leave soon?” you asked softly, your head resting upon your best friend’s shoulder.
“no. not if you don’t want me to,” he replied, lightly squeezing you into a side hug as he rubbed your arm comfortingly. “are you feeling any better?”
“if i said yes, would you believe me?” you joked, reaching for his hand. you still felt shitty, but something about yoshi’s presence comforted you. the idea of him simply being there already made you feel a little bit lighter than before.
sometimes, it felt like the red-haired boy next to you was the only person in the world who understood you, but that wasn’t a bad thing. whenever the thought crossed your mind, it made sense to you; he was there for you through thick & thin.
everything was just so easy when it came to him; there was no reason to argue. you had your opinions, he had his, and even despite some of your differences, at the end of the day, you not only felt respected, but you felt seen.
“let’s take a drive,” he changed the topic. “we don’t have to go anywhere in particular. we could just get something to eat and drive around until you feel okay, yeah?”
“i’d like that,” you smiled softly, picking your head up from his shoulder and taking his hand as he pulled you up from the comfort of the couch.
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a few hours would pass before you made it back home from the drive, but it’s not like the two of you had much to do anyway.
“thank you for cheering me up,” you spoke up gently, your tone barely audible as you focused your eyes on the last stoplight before the two of you would reach your house.
“it’s nothing,” he shrugged, stealing an unnoticed glance at you as the two of you waited for the light to flicker from red to green.
you were ethereal in his eyes. sure, you weren’t wearing anything fancy, and maybe your eyes were a little red & puffy from crying earlier, but it wouldn’t change his opinion of you. he’d grown to love every little thing about you, even outside of your looks.
he loved that you were the type to stop while you were out & rush over to pet every dog that you could if you were given a chance.
he loved that you were the type to text him the dumbest jokes at three in the morning, just because it made you laugh like a fool and you wanted to share something you thought was funny.
he loved that you would never lie to him, even if you wanted to. you were always honest with him, and though you could sound blunt or sarcastic at times, he appreciated it. frankly, it made him feel like you were comfortable with him.
for every little quirk you had, yoshi had found a reason to love you.
“i just don’t like seeing you sad,” he added onto his previous words, pulling his gaze off you after a moment. he still worried for you, knowing how bad you were probably hurting after everything that happened.
yet, even when you were sad, he couldn’t help but adore you.
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“it’s really late. are you sure you don’t wanna just stay over?”
it was 03:52 in the morning, but you couldn’t really understand why he was so insistent on leaving at first. you couldn’t explain why, but you were somewhat sad that he was leaving; it was like a part of you knew something was off, but it didn’t make sense to you.
you’d see him tomorrow, right?
“it’s alright,” he smiled reassuringly as he stood in the doorway, “i have a few things i still need to sort through at home anyways. if you need anything though, you know you can always call me.”
the door to your house was half-closing when you found yourself reaching for the handle and stopping it before it could shut completely. the next thing you knew, you were outside, standing right behind the boy who had frozen in his place.
“hey, is everything alright?” you called after him gently, “i know i probably should’ve asked you sooner, but i just wanted to check. i was a little distracted when you were busy cheering me up earlier, but now that i think about it, you seem a little down.”
if there was one thing in the world you hated, it was liars.
you mentioned it several times before. you would rather be hurt upfront by the people you care about most instead of having them spare you the pain with a teeny little lie. at least then, even if they hurt you, you could convince yourself that you’d learn to cope.
when your best friend turned around to face you, something was off, but you didn’t know what, and unluckily for you, the boy that stood across from you was one hell of an actor at times.
“i’m alright, y/n,” he relaxed a little, giving you another one of his signature reassuring smiles. “really, i was just worried about you.”
if you could curse him and that smile of his, you probably would. you’d never admit it, and you might not even know it yourself, but you had a weak spot when it came to him.
yoshi always knew how to reassure you; it was like a double-edged sword, both a gift and a flaw.
“okay,” you let your hands find their way into the pocket of his hoodie that you had yet to take off. “you’d tell me if something else was bothering you, right? this friendship thing works two ways, you know.”
the sound of his laughter at the words you said had been enough to make you smile subconsciously. maybe you were overthinking things. you had a long day, after all.
“of course i would. you’re my best friend, after all.”
“you promise?” it was as if you were under a spell. you don’t know what prompted you to ask him that question; you didn’t even realize what you’d said until he answered.
“i promise.”
the pressure that built up in your chest had completely vanished by then, and before you knew it, you were smiling like a fool and wrapping your arm around his torso. “alright, i know it’s late and you’re gonna tease me for being sappy, so i won’t keep you here any longer,” you joked, squeezing him lightly before pulling away. “text me when you get home, just so i know, okay?”
“i will.”
“goodnight, i love you,” you grinned, laughing softly as you turned around to walk back to your door.
the random ‘i love you’ that you had thrown in at the end of your sentence was meant to be harmless.
while your best friend wasn’t really one to say it, you, on the other hand, expressed it freely. over the years you’d known him, you figured he was just careful about saying it back, so you didn’t ask questions. it never seemed to do any damage before, and the fact that yoshi never really said it back hadn’t affected you much either.
something about that night was different.
if you had just stayed looking in his direction a few more seconds, maybe you would’ve seen it; the way he froze all over again as if he didn’t see it coming.
unfortunately for you, your timing seemed to be off, and as you turned around once you stepped foot in the doorway, he snapped himself out of whatever trance he was in.
there was a smile on his face, but if you’d seen it, you couldn’t be sure if it was to reassure you or himself. he could mask his mixed emotions all he wanted, but the usual softness of his gaze wouldn’t quite reach his eyes the same way it usually would.
he knew something you didn’t.
“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”
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when yoshi woke up in his apartment hours later, a single thought crossed his mind.
maybe this time would be different.
a mix of hopefulness and uneasiness bubbling up inside him left him too nervous to check his phone. he didn’t dare look for the hoodie he left behind with you, nor did he turn on the news or check the calendar to be sure of the day’s date.
he was scared.
while he hoped that things would be different, he was downright terrified of what would happen if his hopes came true.
perhaps he should’ve thrown all caution to the wind.
maybe if he didn’t overthink everything, he’d stop hoping he’d see you sooner & actually do something about it. as luck would have it though, yoshi was careful. perhaps a little too careful.
he’d force himself to wait and see if he was right.
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the hours seemed to go by at the slowest rate.
when the red-haired boy finally allowed himself to leave his bedroom, the sun was no longer in the sky. instead, a dark blue hue painted the endless sights above his head, the color continuing to fade away over time.
08:21 pm.
the silence that filled the air only thickened as the minutes seemed to count down, but the thoughts running through yoshi’s mind were too loud to ignore.
what would happen to the two of you afterwards?
would things stay the same?
if something changed, would it be for better or for worse?
the loudest thought of all, however, was the one that had worried him the most.
would he lose you for good if you found out?
08:29 pm.
he didn’t want to risk losing you. he couldn’t.
you were all he’d known and all he ever wanted.
how was he supposed to let you go if things didn’t go right?
08:31 pm.
the familiar chime that indicated notifications brought the boy out of his thoughts before he could think any further, and when he realized what had happened, he froze for a second.
walking out to the living room with a hint of speed in his steps, he slowed as he approached the coffee table where his phone lay. the screen lit up as the notifications rolled in, and at the top of the bubbles, he saw the familiar letters that formed your name.
the feeling or realization that had hit him in the moment was confusing. yoshi wasn’t really sure what he should have felt when everything clicked.
he’d gotten his hopes up only to scare himself into overthinking, but with the way things had turned out, it seemed he shouldn’t have done either.
he was relieved, but he was also disappointed.
regardless, his feet moved on autopilot once more as he picked up his phone to respond to you. he’d found his wallet sandwiched between the couch cushions in it’s usual place, and his keys were on the edge of the kitchen counter.
he wasn’t sure how many times this moment had actually passed, but it was enough to be etched into his memory. he already knew where everything was; he didn’t even have to look up to gather his things.
still, a small part of him wished that the universe was playing tricks, thinking that maybe, just maybe, when he opened the door to the coat closet, there’d be some kind of indication that things had worked out in the way he had hoped.
maybe the world is against me, he decided, feeling that small part of him crumble down into nothing in mere seconds. he knew that he should have expected this to happen by now, but still, he let himself get his hopes up.
pulling out the same hoodie he’d left with you the night before, he clutched onto the fabric in one hand as he opened the text conversation & typed out the same reply.
08:32 | yoshinori ☁️
don’t go anywhere
i’ll be there in 25
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“i thought you didn’t even know this artist,” you piped up, “how do you know every line to this song?”
the smallest hint of a smile found itself creeping onto your face as you relaxed into the passenger’s seat of yoshi’s car. it was just past eleven in the evening when he suggested that you take a drive to get your mind off of things.
you, for one, had no clue where you were, not even sure what direction you’d been going in anymore. then again, it made sense; you’d been distracted.
the car ride felt too quiet, but you didn’t really want to talk about things anymore. most of the stuff you needed out of your system had already been covered when you talked earlier. so, instead of making conversation, you reached for your phone, scrolling through your music app as the bluetooth connected you to the speakers.
“i guess i must’ve heard it somewhere,” the boy across from you spoke softly, a small smile on his face as he hummed along to the fading outro of the song.
you shook your head in disbelief, even letting out a small laugh as you let your gaze shift back to the window. “you’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
“maybe you’re just a little late when it comes to noticing things,” he teased lightheartedly, ignoring the bittersweet twinge he felt in his chest.
he was glad to see you feeling better, but the fact that he was the reason behind it only amplified the fluttery feeling in his chest.
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you let out a sigh as you fell back onto your couch when the two of you had returned from the late-night drive. “do you think i should just call in sick for work?”
you both knew exactly why you asked that question. it made sense, considering the fact that your now-ex worked in the same place as you. you’d much rather lock yourself in your room and never come out, not even wanting to think about what your ex might say about it.
unluckily for you, work was work, and you couldn’t just hide away forever, even if yoshi couldn’t help but tell you what you wanted to hear. he always caved when it came to you.
“if you want to,” he shrugged, “it’s late, and you have an early shift, but if you ask me, you deserve the break.”
“i like the way you think,” you teased, a smile tugging at your lips as you gave him a look. “what time is it?”
“time for you to get some rest,” he responded, laughing a little bit when you scrunched your face up at his light sarcasm. “it’s a little over half-past three in the morning. almost four.”
“we were out that long?” your eyes widened, not realizing how long the two of you had been out on your drive. “it barely felt like an hour to me.”
a nod from your best friend confirmed your surprise as you sat up a little bit, still confused as to how it felt like you had lost so much time. it felt too short.
yoshi would probably agree with you on that.
despite how many times he’d lived through the same scenarios, he couldn’t deny that he wished he could spend more time with you. whenever he was by your side, time seemed to pass even faster than it usually did.
perhaps that’s why he wasn’t sure how much time had passed since then; he could no longer keep track of how many times he’d been stuck reliving that same night over and over.
the night when he told you he loved you for the first time.
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“it’s really late. are you sure you don’t wanna just stay over?”
the same words you usually said each time had etched themselves into yoshi’s head, along with a number of other things. he could essentially recite the entire day & night’s events.
it wasn’t always exact. sometimes, little bits and pieces changed. sometimes you didn’t say certain things or make certain decisions, but most of your words and actions stayed the same.
not that you would know that, of course.
yoshi, on the other hand, had relived the day enough to know it was practically pointless doing anything else. there was a time when he would go through the same events, only changing a detail or two to see if it would change anything.
he couldn’t count how many times he’d switched his approach to things anymore. the minor details turned into major details, and if he was asked, he’d probably swear that he was stuck at that point in time forever.
no matter what happened, when 08:31 pm rolled around, your text messages would appear on the screen of his phone and he’d be rushing out of his apartment to get to you.
no matter what happened, he’d still be wishing you goodnight as he stood at your doorstep at 03:52 in the morning, telling you that he loved you for what would appear to be the first time.
no matter what happened, you’d still assume he meant that he loved you platonically. he’d still drive himself home, not bothering to correct you in fear of losing you.
the end result always seemed to have the exact same outcome.
“it’s alright, i have a few things i still need to sort through at home anyways. if you need anything though, you know you can always call me.”
you’d heard the exact same words god knows how many times now, but you’d never know it.
“wait,” you called out, stepping past the threshold of your front door for the umpteenth time.
he already expected you to stop him, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as your arms wrapped around his torso in a tight grip. he was weak when it came to you.
“thank you for being here when i needed you most,” you mumbled, the familiar feeling of tears pricking your eyes causing you hide your face away in his chest out of embarrassment. “if i’m honest, i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
“i’ll always be here for you,” he mumbled back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he held you in his arms for a moment. he needed to say it, even if you’d forget his words in the next few hours. he needed you to know. “always. you know that.”
when you pulled back from the hug, you giggled a little bit. maybe you were tired, maybe you were laughing at yourself, but regardless, you felt shy. “i must look like an idiot right now, huh?”
“of course not,” he replied, moving one of his hands up so he could gently wipe the tears off of your face.
“i don’t like liars,” you teased, though you still avoided his eyes as you tried to collect yourself. “i should let you go now, hm?”
when you looked up at him, he couldn’t find it in himself to respond; all he could do was give you one of his signature smiles of reassurance.
you caught him off guard when you pulled him back into your grasp. your grip was a little tighter this time, as if you were holding on like you were scared he’d disappear. you only seemed to surprise him even more when you spoke up with slightly muffled words.
“goodnight, i love you.”
two nights in a row, you said it first. that was new.
he knew that the chances of things going back to normal were low. the universe had given him a clear message; he wouldn’t be able to move forward from then on, no matter what he did. he was stuck in the same series of events without any idea as to how he could end the cycle.
“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”
those last three words felt like a kick to the stomach every time he said them. it felt was like someone was playing a cruel joke on him.
a part of him wanted to explain; to make it completely clear that he loved you the way he did. he couldn’t even put it into words sometimes, but another part of him was glad he could never the courage to explain his true feelings to you.
he couldn’t find it in himself to risk losing you, so he didn’t dare to try, even if it meant that you would know how he really felt. he’d never forgive himself if he allowed you to slip right through his fingers and walk out of his life, so he’d bite his tongue and keep his mouth shut.
you were all he’d known and all he ever wanted.
it had taken him years to muster up the courage to tell you that, only for you to think he meant it as nothing more than a friend.
that’s what he was, after all ―︎ your best friend.
perhaps you’d forgive him for lying to you in another life.
perhaps kanemoto yoshinori was a fool for getting his hopes up.
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golden boy — jake sim
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/ pairing ; jake sim x implied f!reader (use of “miss” referring to the reader, but no pronouns are used !! )
summary ; golden boy jake, high school / tutor au. jake is just the most perfect human to exist and you, along with everyone else, notice that. this is also very loosely based on you belong with me by taylor swift
a/n ; hi lovelies !! im thinking about making this a series, so please send some asks / leave some comments on what you think !
if i make this a series, this would be part 1 and the rest of the chapters would be a lot longer than this !! this one is only so short to test out the idea and see how you guys like it :)
one more thing, i know this is the longest a/n ever i'm sorry, but this is dedicated to my bestie @lettertothesoul who helped me so much with this idea and it wouldn't have become a reality without you <33 thank you so much for all your help
~~ lowercase intended and not proofread !!
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you had never been the smartest, always struggling in school and barely scraping by with grades one could only call acceptable. it was enough to pass year by year, so why should you try any harder? however, this year in particular was the most important to your future, your senior year, and for whatever reason, this year your grades had dropped to an all time low. failing almost every class, you were lucky if you would have the credentials to graduate on time. you were brought out of your thoughts by your teacher calling your name out.
“y/n?”
you look up from the desk you had unknowingly been staring at for the past hour. looking around the almost deserted classroom, you realize she was telling you the class period had ended. almost deserted, the only other people remaining in the room being your physics teacher, and star golden boy, jake sim.
“oh,” you manage to let out as you quickly stand to begin packing up your books, not that you used them anyway.
“miss y/n, please come speak with me.”
your face heating up feeling jake’s gaze fall onto your frame; he had never noticed you before, not that you knew of anyway, and you didn’t want the first time he actually sees you to be when you’re being scolded about nearly flunking out of school. sighing and pushing your bag onto your shoulders, you approach her desk, knowing exactly what was coming.
trying to keep her voice down as to not embarrass you in front of your totally-perfect classmate, your teacher begins, "miss y/n, i'm sure you know why i called you over. your grades as of late have been, well, unsatisfactory."
you blink up at her, unsure of what to say. of course, you knew this, but where was she going with it? just then, you feel him approaching the desk, he comes to a stop, his presence resting to your left. too afraid to look in his direction, you begin playing with your sleeves.
please god, why me? what have i done to deserve this?
"jake here has offered to tutor you in not only physics but math as well! isn't that just lovely of him?"
your eyes must be bulging out of your head, you think. this is not where you ever could've imagined this going. the jake sim, your school's perfect boy, captain of the track team, student council president, man of every person in their right mind's dreams, tutoring you... and voluntarily? you must be hallucinating.
somebody pinch me.
just then, you feel a tiny sting on your left arm, only now letting yourself glance in that direction. your gaze trails from the floor all the way up to his gleaming brown eyes that had been watching you all this time.
did i say that out loud?
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you had always fantasized about the moment jake realized your existence, and this was not the way you ever could've foreseen it happening. not only was there the embarrassment of needing a tutor, but you somehow managed to make matters worse for yourself by letting your thoughts slip past your chapped lips.
your first tutoring session with him was to be held in the library during lunch the following day. you could do this, right? i mean, it can't get any worse for you than it already was, and besides, it was during school, in a public place where you could easily make a getaway if needed. yeah, you got this. maybe he would've even forgotten about your little slip up in the physics classroom by that time; he's so busy, why would he remember such minor details about you? what you never could've known, was that he remembered everything when it came to you; he had admired you the way you did him, and he was just as nervous for your meet-up.
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when the time you had been dreading for the past 24 hours had finally arrived, you entered the library with sweaty palms and the deepest breath you could muster leaving your lungs. peering around the dimly lit library, you notice the stunning brunette wearing his signature golden framed glasses. he looked effortlessly beautiful, as he always managed to. finally gaining the courage to approach him, you silently pull out the chair opposite to him and take your seat. he seemed startled almost as he looks up at you; you must've been quieter than you had thought.
he flashes you his all too popular pearly white smile, "well, let's begin, shall we?"
"um, yeah, yeah, i guess so."
real smooth, y/n.
"so i was thinking we start with some basics today and eventually work up to the more difficult stuff, what do you think, y/n?"
the way your name tumbled past his lips sounds like a sweet melody. you are caught off guard, not even sure previously that he had known what your name was, thinking that you were just one of the many charity cases he picked up off the sidewalk to help with their... math? but he knew much more than your name; for months now he had picked up small bits of knowledge about you from your friends and overheard hallway conversations, and you had been the thing taking up the majority of his thoughts for so many days, besides physics, of course.
after about an hour of studying, which was more like the two of you stealing glances at each other while the other was busy reading from the many textbooks that had been spread across the table, you part ways and head off to your next classes, with the promise of another study date, i mean, session, in the nearby future.
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itsdanii · 3 years
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Ahhh, your rejecting and regretting series is so good, my heart 🥺❤️ Can you do another one but with kuroo and kenma? You can ignore this request if you don’t wanna do it, I love your writing style and your blog! Stay safe and have a good day! 💞💞
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Hey, bub! Thank you so much for the kind words, I appreciate it ♥️ I hope you don't mind me doing this only for Kenma. I got carried away so it got quite longer than I intended 🤦‍♀️ Anyway, here's your request! I hope you like it ♥️ Have a good day, stay safe and hydrated! Mwah!
a/n: read the note on the last part.
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Rejecting and Regretting 6
genre: angst to fluff
warning/s: cursing, do message me if i missed any
a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.
ft. timeskip!kenma kozume
title says it all
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Kenma Kozume
When you moved in to your apartment, you never expected your neighbor to be THE Kenma Kozume
If truth be told, you've been a fan of his ever since he started streaming
You knew that he didn't know you nor would he pay attention to you so you did not bother telling him that you were a big fan - the first one to always comment when he starts streaming
Not only did you think that it may make him uncomfortable but also make him feel like you were only trying to befriend him for his reputation
One night, as you were coming back from a short trip to the grocery store, you were walking with your earphones in and nose pointed on the screen while rewatching one of his videos
What you didn't know was that Kenma was walking behind you and was actually staring as you smiled and giggled while watching
You almost squealed when a hand came on your shoulder, almost punching the person behind you
Oddly, that was the starting point of your friendship
Although Kenma was hesitant at first (duh, you almost punched him) , he slowly eased when he felt that you were genuine
You basically went from neighbors to roommates because of how often you went to his unit, just playing random games and having occasional sleepovers
It wasn't long then when you realized that your "fangirling" towards the streamer developed into something more
You realized that you were no longer looking at him as the Kodzuken of the gaming world but just Kenma Kozume
You knew that you were fucked and thus you tried hiding it, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't
So you came up with a solution - confess. You decided that you would take the leap, confess, and hope that everything would turn out well, not knowing that it was only one sided
You shifted from one foot to another as you waited for Kenma to open the door of his unit.
Earlier, you both planned another sleepover and you took the initiative to cook dinner for the two of you instead of ordering another takeout.
As you waited, you could feel your stomach grumbling as the scent of the freshly baked sushi wafted in the air.
To be honest, you weren't really a good cook but you taught yourself how to with the help of youtube and cookbooks. You weren't even planning on learning how to do it but you were getting bored of takeouts, plus, you also wanted to impress Kenma even for a bit.
When the door finally opened, you smiled widely at Kenma while showing the food you made.
"Told you to not bother knocking and just make your way inside," he muttered before taking the pan from you and letting you in.
"Unlike you, I have my manners, Kozume," you playfully said as you plopped yourself on the couch head first.
Hearing him mumbling something under his breath as he arranged the table, you propped your elbow on the couch to watch him with a small pout playing on your lips. Your eyes followed his every movement and you couldn't help but question how someone could look so perfect.
His hair was a mess in a half bun and he was wearing nothing fancy, just his old sweatpants and a hoodie. Despite that, he still managed to look like a model, specifically those who preferred the "woke up like this" look.
"Y/n, are you going to eat or not?"
You blinked your eyes when you noticed the frown plastered on Kenma's face. Immediately, you stood up and walked over to the table with a small blush on your cheeks after being caught daydreaming.
"Sorry," you said sheepishly.
Kenma's apartment was then filled with the sounds of utensils clanking and small conversations the two of you were sharing.
Even though it seemed like Kenma wasn't paying attention, you knew that he was listening. You were aware of how much he preferred listening and observing more than talking anyway. It's just that you wished that he would talk more around you.
Somewhere in your conversation, you tried hinting your feelings towards him. In fact, you think that it was pretty obvious, but it seemed like Kenma didn't notice - that or he was purposely avoiding to indulge you.
"Getting in a relationship with a fan isn't boring you know? It actually sounds exciting, to be honest."
At that, Kenma heaved a sigh which instinctively made you shut up.
His eyes were already casted on the food infront of him instead of you,  eyebrows furrowed as if he was suddenly put in a bad mood. "I dont... really like this topic," Kenma said with a dismissive tone.
You felt your heart drop upon hearing that.
You've already practiced your confession several times and there was no way you'd let such words discourage you that easily. All you knew was that you had to get it out of your chest - now or never.
You placed your utensils down and looked at him straight in the eye despite him trying to avoid your gaze. "Why not, Kozume?" you asked, trying to push him to talk.
"I just don't see the point. Why would you want to date your fan? That's... weird," he simply answered, "What if they don't really like you? There's a high chance that a fan would date their idols because of popularity and fame. It's nothing but a self satisfaction."
"Hmm... I guess you do have a point," you said with a nod.
Placing your elbow on top of the table, chin resting on your palm, you pointed at yourself with your free hand which made Kenma look at you with one eyebrow raised. "Then what if it's me who wants to date you? Im a fan of yours, after all. Would you also reject me?" you asked hopefully.
Without wasting any second, Kenma answered, "Of course. Why would I date you?"
You didn't know how to react upon hearing that. You wanted to believe that he was trying to tease you but there weren't any signs of that from the tone of his voice. Moreover, he had nothing but a serious expression on his face.
"Because I like you," you answered with a low voice.
That simple phrase caused the silence to enevelope the two of you. The anticipation made your hands feel clammy to the point that you had to let go of your utensils to grip the sweatpants your were wearing.
Silently, you stared at each other as if waiting for the other person to break the silence - until Kenma did.
"Well, I don't." Standing up, Kenma took his plate and placed it on the sink, his back turned against you as he continued, "I think I'm going to stream for a bit. Make yourself comfortable."
You stared at Kenma as he made his way to his room wordlessly. "Make myself comfortable? Just who the fuck would say that after rejecting someone?" you muttered under your breath.
Knowing that it would be pointless to distract him while streaming, you started to clean the table and proceeded on washing the plates. As you were doing so, you whispered a curse when a tear suddenly slid down your cheeks.
You weren't supposed to cry. You prepared for this so you should've been able to take the rejection properly, right? He was Kenma Kozume after all. Although you became close with each other, it seemed as if he was really beyond your reach.
And now you ruined the only thing keeping you close to him - your friendship.
You decided to leave his unit after that. You felt that proceeding with the sleepover would only put a tense atmosphere between the two of you. Moreover, he did shut you out, right? Though he told you to make yourself comfortable, the way he acted said otherwise.
Maybe he only said it not to hurt your feelings.
"As if he hadn't already," you murmured, shutting and locking the door behind you.
In hopes of cheering yourself up, you decided to take a warm shower and pamper yourself to he point that skincare products basically littered your vanity when you finished and don't forget the fact that you ended up smelling like a strawberry because of your bodywash.
By the time you went to bed, you were feeling a little better... or were you?
As you laid on your bed, staring at the wall beside you while hugging a pillow close to your chest, your mind suddenly went back to what happened awhile ago.
You thought of how dismissive he seemed towards you. He wasn't always like that. Kenma had always been enthusiastic when you're around. Sometimes you would even end up watching beside him as he streams.
What changed?
Groaning, you buried your face on your pillow when you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Tomorrow will be better," you mumbled against the soft material as you slowly allowed yourself to fall asleep.
It didn't.
In fact, it got worse.
Not only was Kenma avoiding you, he was also acting as if he didn't know you - as if you didn't exist.
Earlier this morning when you were taking the trash out, you waved at him in hopes of lightening up the mood, but instead of usually greeting you, Kenma didn't even spare you a glance. He basically walked pass you without saying anything.
At first, you thought that maybe he didn't see you. Maybe his mind was elsewhere while walking. That could be possible right?
But when it continued for several more days, you realized that he was indeed avoiding you.
You felt a mixture of pain and anger. You were supposed to be the one avoiding him since it was him who rejected you but why was it the other way around? He could've atleast talked to you, let alone smile. Did he not value even just your friendship?
As the days went on, you were slowly getting tired of being the only one to put effort on rekindling your relationship. It was exhausting to keep on chasing over someone who didn't even acknowledged you.
Maybe you were just a bother to him after all.
So despite your will to keep on getting his attention, you decided to stop. If he didn't want you then so be it. You already confessed and did your best to show him that you're genuine. That's all that matters.
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Kenma stared at your door beside his intensely, hand mid-air to turn the knob of his own unit.
It had been two weeks since he last saw you and for the third time of the day, he was yet again met with nothing but silence when he tried knocking on your door.
Where were you?
He knew that how he acted towards you was unreasonable but he didn't expected himself to wake up feeling like shit everyday without seeing you. He did this. He pushed you away. He said he didn't like you, right?
Groaning frustratedly, Kenma entered his unit, heading straight to his streaming room to cool off his head. If he couldn't see you personally, then perhaps he could at least see your name on his viewers.
He knew you always watched his stream and how you would always be the first to comment. Sometimes, you would even donate a huge amount of cash as a tip even though you always complained about being broke.
"They're not watching?" Kenma said unconsciously as he noticed how your name wasn't on the list.
That instantly caused a ruckus in his stream's comment section. Several fans kept on asking who Kodzuken was referring to and some even got the right answer since he streamed with you several times already.
But instead of saying anything, Kenma stayed silent. He focused on his game, occasionally shifting his eyes to the comment section and interacting with his fans.
His eyes, however, caught one comment. It was a link with the caption "Isn't this y/n?". Out of curiosity, Kenma decided to check it, finding out that you were indeed the person in the video.
No, it wasn't a video. It was a live stream of someone like him - a player.
And there you were, seated beside the unfamiliar person with a fluffy blanket wrapped around your body and your your head resting on their shoulder.
Who was that and why did you look too comfy?
"Sorry, guys. I'll have to end the stream now. Something important came up," Kenma said with a small wave before ending his stream.
Stalking the other streamer's socials, Kenma frowned upon noticing several pictures of you attached in their instagram. They were even posted just a few days ago which meant that you must've been spending time with them throughout the days you weren't at home.
Something stirred inside Kenma. It was an unpleasant feeling blooming inside his chest, clawing at him and making him realize one important thing.
He was in love with you.
And it was only confirmed when he remembered how nervous he was when you confessed, how scared he was when he heard the door shutting after he rejected you, and how stupid he was for only realizing it now.
"Shit," he whispered to himself as he quickly tapped on his phone, his finger hovering over your number, debating wether or not should he dial.
Suddenly, he shifted his gaze on the monitor of his pc which was still displaying the unfamiliar streamer when he noticed how you snuggled closer to their side.
Muttering anther curse, Kenma clicked on your number, his eyes focused on the montior of his laptop as he watched you picking up your phone.
"Please pick up," he pleaded when he noticed the frown on your face.
It took him a full 5 minutes and several dials to finally make you give in. He watched as you whispered something on the person beside you before making your way out of the room.
On cue, your voice suddenly met his ear.
"Kozume?"
It was still as soft as he could remember and with the fact that he finally admitted his feelings, his cheeks burned when he felt his heart racing.
Say it. Say it.
Say you like her.
"I-" pausing for a moment to rethink his words, Kenma sighed deeply before answering, "I'm sorry for being mean."
Fuck.
He was met with silence from the other side and for a moment, he got scared that you dropped the call.
It was until he heard some rustling sound that he realized you were still there and was purposely trying to stay quiet.
"Can we talk about this in person?" you said with a tiny voice.
Out of panic, Kenma nodded, forgetting that he was ralking to you over the phone and not in person. Mentally smacking himself, he answered, "Yes. I'd prefer that."
And I'd prefer if you're here instead of that caveman's room.
"Then, I'll be there in 20."
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The moment Kenma heard someone knocking, he was quick to open the door.
His lips basically parted at the sight of you. It was only two weeks and yet why did it felt like he hadn't seen you in a month?
"Kozu-"
"I'm sorry," he cut you off, arms wrapping around you as soon as you stepped inside his apartment.
He felt how your body became stiff in his hold and without wasting any chance, he poured everything out. "I'm sorry for how I acted towards you. I treated you as if you were the last person I wanted to be with and when I didn't see you for several days, I realized how much I hurt your feelings." He took a deep breath, eyes focusing on you as he gripped your shoulders slightly. "Forgive me? I promise that I'll make it up to you."
Kenma hoped that you could notice the genuineness in his voice. He wasn't the type of person to talk too much but for you, he'd do it if it means having you forgive him and give him another chance.
"It's... alright, Kozume," you answered with a small smile.
"It's alright?" Kenma asked slowly. He knew that he should be happy that you forgave him easily but the way you said it made it seem like you were only forcing yourself.
It's like you didn't mean it.
"W-what do you mean it's alright?" he repeated.
"It means exactly what it means. I don't really see the point of holding a grudge against you, you know? You rejected me and I accepted it." Shrugging your shoulders, you walked pass him and went to sit on the couch. "I guess I just got too ahead of myself. I mean, you're Kenma Kozume, the Kodzuken of the gaming world. It would be impossible for you to like me, right? Sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my confession."
Kenma swallowed the lump forming inside his throat, eyes darting away from your figure as he shook his head no. "No... That's not true."
"What do yo-"
"I like you. How could you ever think that low of yourself?" he said, finally looking at you before he walking towards your direction. "It's not Kodzuken to you, y/n. Kozume - just Kozume. I don't want you to think that I'm someone all high and mighty just because people acknowledge me. I don't care about that. I want you. I want you to look at me the same way you did before. I want you to keep on clinging to me and to keep on cooking for me despite not knowing how to. I want you to like me again. I just want you.."
You felt your eyes well up with tears. After a long time of pining over someone you thought you wouldn't be able to reach, it was finally here - the moment you finally manage to hear the words you've longed to hear from him.
"D-do you mean that?" you asked with a small sob, your hand covering your face as you felt yourself being lifted and placed on Kenma's lap. "What if you're only saying that to make me feel better?"
"Of course I mean it. I was too stupid being scared of acknowledging my feelings towards you that I ended up rejecting you. I'm sorry." Gently, Kenma rubbed your back as he kept you in his arms, words of apologies continue slipping past his lips as he waited for you to stop crying.
"If I told you I still like you, would you promise not to treat me like shit again?" you asked while wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. "You were really mean to me, Kozu."
"I'd promise," Kenma answered with a nod.
Looking at him, you sniffled one more time. "Then I still like you," you said without taking your eyes off him.
You didn't fail to notice how Kenma's cheeks turned a lighter shade of red and the thought of how he got more flustered by your second confession than the fact that you were seated on his lap made you smile a little.
"Oh," Kenma uttered, as if suddenly not knowing how to react.
"You're supoosed to kiss me like those cliche movies," you said while encircling your arms around his neck.
Kenma's blushed even deeper after hearing that. Gulping, he gave a stiff nod before leaning in and finally planting his lips on yours.
His lips were soft against yours. Despite how tense he was at the beginning, he slowly managed to relax, fingers interlocking with your hair as he kept on moving his lips in synch with yours, both of your eyes closed as you savored the moment.
You felt yourself smiling in your kiss as you realized something - no longer were you just a fan but his s/o.
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If you're reading this, hello.
I've decided that this will be the last part of the rejecting and regretting series. Though I had a lot of fun writing these, I'm no longer satisfied with how I'm writing them. The scenes were slowly becoming repetitive as well as the words. I'm craving for something new- something fresh that I've yet to explore. It was quite overwhelming how much people loved this series and I'm very thankful for that so I feel a little bad that this would be the last one. Don't worry, I still have some stuff brewing up that I hope you'd all enjoy.
Thank you so much for the love, support, and most importantly, for reading the series up until this last one. ♥️
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yesimwriting · 3 years
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Crossing lines
General Kirigan/the darkling x reader
Summary: This was requested by my friend @vvsdiamond28 who also writes and has a really good kirigan x reader story up right now! The request was basically for a fic in which the reader is out wandering at night and runs into kirigan while he’s in the banya and then they get to talking and some other stuff before he admits to only trusting the reader and giving her his real name. This gets kinda steamy bc of the request and bc the story called for it lol but it’s not full smut bc i decided that it would be better to do that as a part 2 so that i could add some jealousy tension haha
a/n i think im back?? Ive been working on requests a lot and ive really enjoyed writing regularly again. A small side note, after rewatching revenge of the sith im kinda in the mood to try writing an anakin fic 😭 pls he was my OG fictional crush,, so either send help or a request for him or something, Anyways,, back to this fic--ahh i had fun writing it but i still feel awkward writing steamier stuff so be nice!! 
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Those that wander in the night, lost in uneasy thought--there’s probably a lot that can be said about them. But I can’t think of anything to be said about me. Nothing good comes from walking around a place full of powerful and tense people in the middle of the night. It wouldn’t take much effort to interpret my actions as suspicious, and yet I continue forward. I’m an idiot--just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean I have to wander around campgrounds. My presence is barely tolerated here, I shouldn’t try backstroking in waters I can barely tread. 
But still, I walk, eyes more fixated on the open night sky than anything else. The moon is as full as an overflowing glass, the stars twinkling as if desperate to compete with a light it will never be able to duplicate. I sigh, pressing my lips together. Maybe the stars and I have more in common than I thought. Normally, that would be a good thing. 
Letting out a weary breath, I continue forward, away from the relative safety of the main tents. I’m still on the grounds, I’m approaching the border where the tents of higher ranking officials are. That should make me more nervous, but if anything it almost eases me slightly. 
General Kirigan is not the type to be friendly, and yet our interactions have always been laced with a touch of intimacy I can’t quite explain. We’ve been alone together more and more frequently, and I think that’s how I like him best. It’s strange, but when we’re alone some of his sharpness dulls, leaving space for something I might consider humor or actual personality on anyone else. He probably speaks to many girls like that when they’re alone together--a fact I have to fight to remind myself of--but it’s the closest thing to friendship I have here. Maybe it’s foolish to hold onto that, but I can’t bring myself to release my grip on those sentiments. At least not yet, when the kind moments are still rare and fleeting and no line has been crossed. 
The danger, however, comes from the prospect of not recognizing lines before they’re crossed. Even now, as I walk aimlessly in the night, pacing in hopes of exhausting my thoughts, I’m crossing lines in a much more literal way and even these are ill defined. I must be in new territory now, and even that I can only vaguely recognize because of the strangely humid scent that surrounds this area of the grounds. 
I’m near the banya. I didn’t intend to wander here, but the thought of splashing water on my face is too tempting to pass up on. I move closer, finding a sense of peace in having some direction, even in a small way. 
When the promise of water is only steps away, I begin to regret everything. There’s a figure in the bath. I freeze, ready to attempt to shrink away in hopes of disappearing before I’m caught. This could easily turn extremely awkward even though I technically haven’t done anything. Most people don’t bathe at this hour. Who bathes this late at night? 
I keep my eyes on the individual, trying to make out who they are and how aware they are of their surroundings in the dim light. Pale skin, dark hair--unbelievably attractive torso. My eyes linger there longer than they should. I force my gaze upwards, towards their face as if that can erase my ogling. Embarrassment leaves my face burning--I’m not the ‘ogling’ type, and this person doesn’t even know I’m here. I keep my eyes on them as I step back, taking in unaware features as best I can in the dark. 
I know them--I--Saints, it’s Kirigan. 
Fantastic. Of course he has to be even more impossibly attractive while shirtless and wet. I turn my head upwards sharply, more desperate to not be caught than ever. I would never, ever recover from being caught. Whether he’d tease me or be angry with me, I don’t know. I also don’t know which option I’d prefer. 
I step back again, my gait wider due to my urgency. Snap. The sound of both a twig and my chance of a stealthy escape being shattered. I cringe, craning my neck to the left in a desperate attempt to make it clear that I wasn’t watching him. I take another desperate step, ready to duck behind a nearby tree. Maybe he hasn’t seen me--maybe he’s distracted and assumed that some kind of rabbit or something passed by. He may not actively dislike me, but I’m not sure any semblance of favor he may have for me extends to this situation.
“Y/n.” His tone reveals nothing but his level of certainty. Ignoring him will only make me seem guilty. 
I pause, keeping my gaze off of him. “Yes.” It wasn’t really a question, and yet I still answer it like one. “I was--I couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d get some air, and I was walking kind of aimlessly and I ended up here and I didn’t think anyone would be here.” Why do I feel like I’m making this situation worse? “I’m sorry--I’m gonna--I’m going to go now.” This is the kind of embarrassing moment that will come back to me when I’m trying to fall asleep at night. I know it.
“You know the polite thing to do after intruding is to make eye contact.” 
I don’t think my face has ever felt this warm before. At least he doesn’t sound angry, but his voice doesn’t reveal that much. I raise my gaze carefully, turning my head slowly. “I didn’t mean,” I exhale slowly, “It wasn’t my intention to intrude.” 
He straightens slightly at my words, exposing more of his chest. I stay still, eyes trained on his to avoid an accidental lapse. “You could make it up to me by offering conversation.” Kirigan’s tone is deliberate, his words measured and calm. I don’t speak, feeling like I’m being presented a test I don’t understand, but most of our conversations leave me feeling like that. “Only if you’re comfortable.” 
And just like that, I’m backed into a corner. A challenge. To deny him now would be to expose the effect he has on me. My chin raises a fraction of an inch as I take in that assured half-smirk. “Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?” 
Kirigan arches a dark brow, assessing my response. “Then sit,” his voice has not changed, “You want air and I want company.” 
I don’t think anyone that looks as good as he does shirtless has ever had trouble finding company, especially with the smooth way he speaks. Despite this, I step forward to accept his challenge without calling him out on his coyness. Each step is the crossing of another invisible line until I’m near the water’s edge. I make sure to keep my nightgown at a respectable length as I sit down. 
I make a point of extending my legs towards the water while leaning back so that I can’t be easily accused of being a coward. “I feel the need to warn you that I might not make particularly interesting company.”
He angles his head to the side slightly, drawing attention to his jawline and neck. I force my stare to focus on the water. “I’ve never found you uninteresting.” 
There’s something resigned in the way he says this. On instinct, I look up, taking in the slight softening of his features. The release of his usual sternness only adds to his beauty, a fact that I’m already resenting. 
“You may be the only one.” It’s not meant to be a deprecating comment, but I’m not sure my partial laugh softens my bitterness. I hope it does--I’d rather his interest than the interest of my entire unit. 
Kirigan shifts forward, the water moving with him. “Do you think that any coldness you’re experiencing has to do with you?” 
The question has me drawing my eyebrows together. What else could it be? I shrug, “I’ve considered it.” 
He nods once, eyes hardening slightly. “Do you always have trouble sleeping?” 
The personalness of the question shouldn’t surprise me as much as it does. Kirigan seems to only understand boundaries when he’s the one setting them. “Not really.” A partial lie--this time I’m glad I can’t quite bring myself to look at him. “It’s not uncommon for me, but it’s not something I deal with every night.” 
I risk shifting my eyeline when I hear the sound of water moving. Kirigan’s now resting an arm on the rim of the pool, wet skin dangerously close to my ankle and lower calf. “It’s not always easy,” his voice is low now, “Being alone with your thoughts.” 
That’s not the kind of reply I’d expect from him. I blink twice before turning to study his expression. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him seem so tired--so weary and human and in need of something. The line between his eyebrows and the far off quality of his eyes leave me with the strong desire to give whatever it is he needs to him. The urge to reach out, to touch him in hopes of breaking him free from his odd trance leaves my stomach knotted. That line is too clear to cross so recklessly.
I need to chase away the serious atmosphere he’s created. “Is that why you bathe so late at night?” I let myself smile, “To avoid thoughts?” 
“I like the peace of it.” Something akin to amusement touches his words. “And for the record, little dove,” the nickname is pointed and earns him an eyeroll, “The warm water doesn’t exactly chase away thoughts so much as encourages others.” He pauses. “You understand, considering you can barely look at me.”
This is the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened. The suggestive jilt to his words has to be intentional. Damn him. I turn my head, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I can look at you just fine.” 
“And if I were a Heartrender and could hear your heartbeat your pulse would be normal?” The question is teasing, a small smile pulling at his lips. 
The warmth in my face increases, spreading down my neck. Kirigan’s expression remains smug. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.” 
“No?” He leans forward, angling his head so close to me I can faintly feel the warmth of his breath on my lower calf. “I find myself amusing.” 
At least being around him like this is getting easier. I open my mouth, ready to provide some sarcastic comment I haven’t thought out yet. My mouth clamps shut on instinct when I feel his touch on my ankle. The faint contact quickly grows, his fingers brushing up my ankle and calf, leaving drops of cool water across my skin.
“What are you doing?” That’s a--a fair question, right? I’m not sure, rational thought slipping from me more and more with each passing second. 
“Nothing, really,” his reply is quick. “Nervous?” 
There is no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. I roll my eyes, fighting against my instinctual fluster. “No,” a full lie, “You’re just getting me wet.” 
“Barely.” When he’s not busy being brooding he’s not much better than an irritating child. He retracts his hand slowly, fingers grazing my skin slowly as he submerges his hand beneath the water. The loss of contact should feel like a victory. It doesn’t. “Y/n,” he shifts closer, back straightening.
There’s an odd seriousness to his demeanor that almost leaves me reeling. “Yes?” 
He beckons me forward. I hesitate, but comply, letting myself shift closer to the water’s edge. Kirgan’s lips part, but no words leave him before he moves his arm, purposefully splashing water over my thighs and bottom of my nightgown. I let out an instinctively annoyed sound. “That is getting you wet.” 
“Kirigan!” My tone is as menacing as I can make it, but he continues to grin. There’s such a lightness to the look I almost forget to be annoyed. Almost. “I should tell the entire Second Army how much of a child you are.” 
My threat does nothing, his smile softening without fading. “They fear me too much for your stories to make a difference.” He says this flatly. “All of them except you.” 
I don’t know if I’m supposed to make something of that comment. A brief moment passes in which I think his eyes come close to softening. Maybe that’s a side effect of seeing the world as you want. Wait...what do I want? Him? No, no, I can’t. 
Okay, he’s objectively attractive and sometimes I think I may see more depth in him than he wants to be capable of. But that doesn’t mean I’m allowed to want anything with him. Even if he was trustworthy enough for me to be with him in any capacity...even casually, it could never happen. Nothing good could come from having relations with the highest ranked general and I doubt he’d ever want me like that. He likes to fluster people and I’m an easy target. I just accept it because being some level of entertainment to him is better than being nothing to everyone. 
“I don’t think there’s much point in fear.” It feels like a fair answer. The fairest answer I can manage, anyways. 
He sighs, the sound heavy. His hand stretches forward cautiously. I watch him and make no attempt to stop him from touching my lower calf. His fingers trace absentmindedly across the skin. “Of course you’d think that.” 
Again, I don’t know what to make of his words. Or his actions. He couldn’t find anything wrong with me just slightly adjusting my position. It’d be a polite way to remind us both of the natural order of things. But then again, someone like him is allowed to be mad about anything. And I’m not sure I want to remind us of our place. 
Actually, I’m completely sure that I want the opposite of that. But admitting that to myself is enough of a risk. I’ve already crossed thousands of tiny lines and what I want will require us to cross a thousand more. 
“I’m a little surprised you’re not reminding me how foolish a notion like that can be.” 
He lets out a tiny breath as he shifts even closer to me. “Maybe I’m enjoying your foolishness.” 
“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or the opposite.” 
The slightest hint of a smile is visible to me beneath the moon’s glow. There’s something about darkness that adds beauty to things. I wait for him to reply, but instead of speaking his  hand moves further up my leg. I struggle to hide my reaction to his long fingers trailing up my skin.
He’s touched me before, sure. Tiny moments in which he’d push a strand of hair out of my face or wipe at a bit of dirt on my cheekbone. More recently, he had gripped my hip firmly to guide me through a crowd of soldiers. He had been in a hurry, stealing me from a conversation with the only member of my unit that’s been somewhat friendly to me. It wasn’t serious--he had just been rushing me because he only had a minute between meetings and apparently he had too long of a day to not take a moment to speak with me. 
“Are you alright, Dovey?” Normally, the nickname and all of its variations earns him an eyeroll. But everything is a lot less humorous with his hand half up my lower leg, leaving a trail of cool water wherever he touches. 
His fingers press more firmly into my skin. “Yes, I’m fine--it’s just late.” 
“Hm…” Kirigan breathes before tilting his head slightly. “You’re warm.” I stay silent as his hand shifts slightly. “Perhaps too warm.” 
If I’m hot that has absolutely nothing to do with fever. “I’m fine, General, I promise.” 
“Come closer,” he says, “It’ll take me no time to check.” 
...A little too convenient. My nightgown is still embarrassingly damp from the last time I eased tonight. “Please tell me you don’t find me that naive.” 
“Naive? No.” He lifts his hand slightly. “Warm? Yes.” I still don’t trust him. “I’m not going to do anything. I promise.” 
His eyes are dark and the limited lighting of the moon doesn’t offer me much in my analysis, but what I can see makes him seem genuine. “Why do I feel like that’s not the first time you’ve had to say that?” Despite my comment, I move towards him. 
The back of Kirigan’s palm is pressed to my forehead for less than a second. He brushes his hand down the side of my temple, rotating his wrist so that his fingertips can touch my cheek. His hand then continues to move down my jawline and then my neck...and then finally trails down my collarbone. I bite my tongue to avoid exhaling audibly at the contact. 
“Warm,” he concludes with a tsk, and yet he doesn’t withdraw his hand. “Though that could just have to do with the climate.” His thumb slips beneath the sleeve of my nightgown. “Perhaps you could benefit from joining me.” 
I bite my tongue to avoid letting out a surprised, embarrassingly enthusiastic squeak. I don’t know what’s gotten into him...maybe it’s the night air and the prospect of being fully alone. I should be strong enough to break whatever spell he’s starting to place on me. But I’m not. I’m really, really not. 
He pulls on the sleeve of my nightgown slightly. “I’m…” 
“Unless you’re nervous?” Another damn challenge. To shy away from this would be to expose myself. He tugs on the sleeve a little more assuredly, exposing my shoulder to the humid night. “Do I make you nervous?” 
His voice comes out a shallow rasp. I feel it straight in my core. “...Not more than you should.” 
“More than I should?” 
Ugh--too honest. I let myself get distracted. It shouldn’t be too difficult to explain what I meant. He knows he’s feared. He wants to be feared. “I’m sure we’re both aware that there are a fair amount of cautionary tales revolving around you.” 
His hand falls next to my lap. Oh? I didn’t expect to miss the contact between us so much. His expression seems to have fallen slightly as well. Was it my response to his question? It felt fair and straightforward without being too blunt. “And you believe every cautionary tale you hear?” 
There’s something stiff about the way he asks the question. His moodiness is making me miss his touchiness even more. At least then I didn’t have to feel like I made a mistake. Did I say something wrong? “Should I?”
“It depends on whether or not you plan on being brave.” 
“I told you...I don’t see much point in fear.” 
“And yet you’re still there.” A bit of humor returns to his voice. “Why is that?” 
Rolling my eyes, I shift forward, letting my legs dip into the water. This is as far as I should let this go. I’ve already lost too much more control. “Better?” He’s strangely tense again, a hint of something bitter playing at the smug look he tries for. “You alright?”
“Of course you’d ask me that.” He says this with a tired sigh. “You can never make things easy.” 
“I don’t understand.” 
He shifts backwards slightly. I can feel the distance between us like I’d feel a pebble in my shoe. “Do you believe all the stories about me?” 
Is he still bothered by that? “I didn’t mean it as literally as you’re taking it. All I meant is that people are intimidated by you, but that’s not a bad thing. It’s the way things have to be, you’re the only Shadow Summoner in existence and the army needs you to be intimidating so that they can act on your guidance.”
“The way things have to be,” he echoes, his voice strangely weighted. “There’s a specific kind of loneliness that comes with being feared by everyone.” 
Oh--I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him feel defeated like that. I reach for his hand without thinking, pulling his fingers towards my lap. “I don’t--I’m not scared of you.” It’s a weak attempt to comfort him, but it’s the only one I can think of. “That probably doesn’t mean anything, but I--” 
His hand turns in my lap, squeezing the exposed part of my thigh. “It means something.” Kirigan’s voice has hardened in a different way. “You’re the only person I’m certain of.” 
Everything in me seems to tighten at that. At the implication of something so personal from someone so closed off. “Kirigan, you don’t have to be as alone as you feel. You talk to me all the time and you do so in a way that makes it easy to forget the cautionary tales.” His hand moves further up my thigh. I fight as I try to remember our usual dynamic. “You’re the only one that talks to me like that.” 
“Have you ever considered that maybe the others refuse to take to you because of the favor I’ve shown you? The instinct to stay away from me is strong enough to extend to those around me.” Kirigan’s hand moves higher up my thigh. “To be near me is to involve solitude.” 
“I don’t care.” The answer leaves me too quickly. “Being near you is worth it.” 
He leans closer before resting his chin on my knee with no hesitation. “Careful, you don’t understand the line you tread.” Kirigan places his hand more firmly between my thighs. “Or perhaps you do...perhaps you know what you want to cross.” 
This time I can’t help the airy sigh that leaves me. Kirigan pushes against my thigh slightly, separating my legs. I feel his breath on my inner thigh before I know what’s going on. I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t even breathe. That inability to do anything but feel my heart pound against my chest only worsens as I feel his lips press into the inside of my thigh. His lips trail up my skin before his teeth gently sink into the top of my thigh. 
“Is the line you want to cross?” He breathes the question so softly I feel like I’m being coddled. Everything in me feels too hot to think of any kind of coherent response. Kirigan uses his free hand to pull the fabric of my nightgown as high up my thighs as he can from his position below me. “Or maybe this is the line you want to cross?” Kirigan pulls me forward so suddenly I let out a tiny gasp. I’m not fully on the edge of the banya. “Or perhaps this one?” He kisses the skin of my inner thigh gently. Each time I exhale too loudly, his teeth graze my skin. He gets harsher with each passing second. “Lay down.” 
My body listens to him on instinct. How is this happening? How am I this powerless to fight against something that’s so clearly wrong? The sound of water shifting causes my entire body to tense. He’s pulled himself out of the water. Kirigan moves above me instantly, water dripping from his toned chest and dark hair and onto my still damp nightgown. 
Before I can speak, he’s on me completely, his lips pressing against my jaw. He kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing against my skin sporadically. He pulls away from me by tracing his tongue across my collar bone. I let out something dangerously close to a moan. “Such pretty, little sounds.” 
“Kirigan--” 
“The only name I want you to hear from your lips is the only name that I’ve not given myself. The only name that holds meaning to me.” 
His lips graze where my skin meets the hem of my now soaked through nightgown. I’m not sure the poor lighting is offering me enough coverage now. There’s no way the thin fabric leaves much to the imagination while being this wet. He kisses up my chest and neck until his lips reach the shell of my ear. 
“Aleksander.” The name is grace in the form of a breath so soft it’s more like I’m feeling the name than actually hearing it. 
He presses his lips against the spot on my neck directly beneath my ear. I exhale into the contact. “Aleksander.” As I test his true name on my tongue, his teeth dig into my skin much more harshly than before. 
I let out a partial squeak at the sudden shift in pace as his hands grip my waist. “Say it again. Say my name again.”
He traces his tongue gingerly over the skin he just aggravated with his teeth before I can speak. The soothing sensation is so much I can barely find my voice. “Aleksander.” 
His hand bunches the bottom of my nightgown, raising the fabric to my hips. “...Say it just like that.” Kirgan’s rough hand slips between the bone of my hip and the fabric of my hip. “Like I’m the only one that knows you like this.”
“Aleksander.” I breathe as he traces invisible patterns into my skin with his lips. “Aleksander.” Each use of his name earns me extra attention--a stronger hold on my hip, a more adamant nip at the base of my neck. I feel my need for him so heavily I swear it’s leaked into my bones. “Aleksander.”
When he pulls away, I fight the urge to whine. The night is still humid, but with the absence of his touch I feel like I’m shivering. He regards me silently for a long moment before shifting his weight again. I feel my heart stall in my chest as his hand softly brushes a strand of hair out of my face. He lets his hand linger there, at the apple of my cheek. The entire world seems to stall as he leans down, his hand cupping the side of my face as his mouth inches closer to mine. 
“I can feel the fluttering of your heart.” 
Any poor defense dies in my throat as his lips meet mine. He gives me no time to think about what’s happening as he presses into me even harder. Kirigan holds my face as his teeth graze against my bottom lip. My mouth opens slightly in surprise, giving him the opportunity he needs to slip his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slowly brushes against mine, coaxing me into total, delirious, compliance. When he starts to pull away, I react, my hands flying forward to grab his hair. He lets me get away with tugging him towards me, prolonging the kiss as he bites my bottom lip. 
One of his hands leaves my face and travels up the hands holding onto his hair. He pulls me off of him easily, pinning both of my wrists above my head with one hand. “Easy,” Kirigan warns, “You’ve been such a good girl, let’s not ruin it before we’ve started.” 
A tiny sigh leaves me. I can feel the pride he takes in that as his hand trails further down my body. His fingers ghost along the hem of my underwear teasingly. 
“Is someone there?” I’ve never damned the voice of a stranger more. 
Panic and dread roll in my stomach. I’m going to get caught like this, with my nightgown bunched at my hips beneath the General Kirigan. An unclothed, wet, General Kirigan. “I’m bathing.” 
Okay...good...Aleksander spoke. Anyone with common sense would run at the thought of invading on Kirgan’s privacy. It’s a good thing that the soldier had the sense to linger behind a thicket of bushes. “Pardon General, but there’s been a crucial development. A new strategy should be thought of as soon as possible.” 
No. No. The thought of losing contact so entirely, of having a moment that should have never happened be ripped from me before it’s even really happened is overwhelming. I feel my lips pull into a pout. Kirigan’s hand adjusts on me, his thumb pressing teasingly over where I’m neediest. I bite my tongue to avoid making an inappropriate noise. 
“Five minutes--I’ll be in the strategy tent in five minutes.” 
“I’ll tell the others, General.”
Great. I hear the stranger disappear, his feet crushing twigs and grass as he leaves us. Aleksander’s attention returns to me quickly. Disappointment swells in my chest as I take in the solemn look that crosses his features. His hand moves to my chin quickly before pulling me into another deep kiss. It’s too short lived. 
“I have to go.” 
Frowning, I lift my hand to trace my fingers up his arm. It’s softer than I should allow myself to be, but it doesn’t really matter anymore. Not when this is probably never going to happen again. “Do you?” I mumble to myself, half joking.
He sighs once, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “No pouting.” 
Now that whatever little bubble we were in has popped, I’m capable of normal feelings. Including shame. “I am n--” 
“Easy, little dove, I’ll remember all of this when I find you again.” 
This...this is going to happen again? “You’re going to find me?” 
“I haven’t yet heard your voice crack on my name as I undo you.” He punctuates the promise with a kiss to my jaw. “Again.” Another kiss. “And again.” Another brush of his lips as he finally pulls away. “And again.” 
My breath catches itself in my throat as he moves off of me entirely. Damn whatever change in the war that’s pulled him away from me so suddenly. I sit up as he stands. I’m not sure where to look now that he’s not in close enough proximity to cloud my thoughts. I should leave as he dresses, but I can’t quite bring myself to. It doesn’t feel safe, not when the man that interrupted us could reappear at any moment. Not when I want to hold onto his presence like this as long as possible. 
 He squeezes my shoulder warmly as he passes before bending down to press one more kiss next to where his hand is. 
“Soon,” he promises again. 
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Man, I always feel awkward doing these, lol. Hello! I found your work recently and really love what I've read so far! As I notice your prompts are open at the moment, if you're up for it, I'd love to see a Shinsou/Deku fic. Platonic or romantic, I don't have a preference. I just love those two together so dang much. Keep up the great work! ^^
A/N : aaa omg ok i absolutely LOVE ur blog and all ur fics, tysm for sending in a prompt!! also, this is a little longer than originally intended and i wrote it in a night so hopefully it isn't too dogshit LMAOO and pls keep in mind that this is my very first time writing for shinsou, so im not 100% sure what im doing lol <33 anyways, i rlly hope you enjoy!!
Patterned Socks (My Hero Academia)
Ship : Lee!Midoriya / Ler!Shinsou 
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Summary : Shinsou is nervous after inviting Izuku over to his room, as he only just realized his crush on the green-haired boy a few weeks prior. But when Izuku shows up in full All Might attire, Shinsou can't help but tease the boy to the point of new discoveries.
Word Count : 3494
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Shinsou couldn’t help but feel a little...nervous. It wasn’t like he and Izuku had never hung out before, the freckled boy had invited Shinsou to hang out multiple times with his own group of friends, and it always made the usually kept-to-himself boy feel surprisingly loved and thought about. He’d even had a sleepover with Izuku and his friends before, and he couldn’t say it wasn’t fun for him, as he honestly had a great time, it was just...this was going to be his and Midoriya’s first time hanging out...alone.
Being alone with Izuku shouldn’t make him feel this nervous, this bubbly, this giddy. But it did. The boy with the mop of green mess on his head wasn’t even in Shinsou’s fucking room yet and somehow the teen with eye bags deeper than the ocean itself was more than wide awake with the nerves zooming through his system. He couldn’t help it though. Not after his realization weeks ago that, ‘oh shit, maybe I actually have a crush on this little nerd.’
So here Shinsou was, sitting cross-legged with a straight posture in the middle of his bed like a fucking lunatic, twiddling his thumbs and picking at his fingers like he was minutes away from taking the biggest exam of his life, when the only thing he had to currently expect was that timid, awkward kid from Class-1A to knock on his door and hang out with him for a few hours-
Knock! Knock!
“Hey, it’s Midoriya! I’m here, sorry if I’m late!” the muffled voice from behind the bedroom door was unmistakable, and somehow it made Shinsou’s heart stop for just a moment from nerves.
‘Fucking pull yourself together!’ Shinsou thought to himself as he slid off his bed, wiping his sweaty hands against the soft and linted fabric of his plaid pajama pants. ‘You’re acting like he’s here to murder you! You’re just a couple of friends hanging out, you’re making this a way bigger deal than it needs to be!’
“You’re fine, just one sec,” Shinsou spoke nonchalantly as he made his way towards the full length mirror propped up next to his closet. He hated that he actually cared enough to look at himself, to make sure he looked good, but not too good to have Izuku think he was trying to impress him or anything, even if he WAS trying to impress him, but just not-
“Okie dokie! Take your time!” Izuku giggled, and Shinsou swore all the sweat he had JUST wiped off his gross, clammy hands had just pooled right back to his palms at that adorable little sound. That stupid fucking giggle was going to be the death of him, he just knew it.
With a sigh of frustration at himself, Shinsou finally made his way towards his door, giving himself one last peek at his mirror over his shoulder before whipping his head back around and opening the door as nonchalantly as someone could perform the action.
As the door swung open, Shinsou was greeted by the sweetest smile a person could probably ever muster, the boy in front of him lifting a bag up towards the boy’s face with a giggle.
“I brought gummy worms,” Midoriya chuckled shyly, scratching the back of his neck. Shinsou couldn’t help the small tinge of endearment his eyebrows gave before trying to go back to his stoic, edgy persona, giving the boy a small smirk.
“Of course you did,” he snickered, opening the door wider to let the boy inside. “Sit your stuff wherever, I don’t mind. Just put your shoes by the door,” Shinsou shut the door behind them once he saw that Izuku was fully inside, already sitting his stuff down by the bed.
“Oh sure, no problem,” Midoriya nodded towards Shinsou, making his way back towards the door as he carefully slipped his signature red sneakers off to sit by the doorframe. Shinsou finally sat back down on his own bed, but never stopped watching the boy go about his room. It was Midoriya’s first time visiting the boy’s room, and to Shinsou it just felt so...odd, seeing him actually in here, being able to look at everything he had up on his walls and the little messes scattered around his floor. He felt almost a little insecure.
It was a colder Saturday, and it seemed Midoriya had no other plans besides hanging out with the purple-headed teen, as Shinsou saw that he was sporting a worn-out hoodie with All Might’s face adorning the front that he’s probably had for God knows how long, and some oversized pajama pants that were decorated to look like All Might’s own hero suit. He was such a fucking fanboy, even when he was trying to be comfortable. It was...it was too fucking cute.
Once Izuku had finished the business with his shoes, he made his way over to Shinsou’s bed, joining the boy on the small mattress as he climbed on top. Shinsou was sat on the front of his bed, his back against his pillows, while Midoriya had chosen to sit at the end of the bed, his legs outstretched so his feet were just about a foot away from Shinsou’s own crossed legs. Midoriya looked at Shinsou with a smile.
“So...what’cha wanna do?” Midoriya asked, propping his body up with his arms behind his back, tilting his head to the side at his question. Shinsou sucked on his teeth in thought, letting out a small “Hmm…” before scanning Midoriya up and down subconsciously. His eyes made his way down to the boy's feet propped in front of him, his eyebrows quirking at the sight before a grin stretched across his face. His head was tilted downwards towards the boy’s feet as his eyes wandered back upwards towards Midoriya’s eyes, the smirk never leaving his face.
“Are you for real right now?” Shinsou asked playfully, his eyes glancing back down towards the boy’s socks before looking back up into Midoriya’s eyes, who looked a little confused. “You even wear All Might socks?!”
Midoriya’s eyes widened a bit at Shinsou’s realization, his hand slapping at his own mouth to cover the smile etching across his face from embarrassment. His cheeks were just faintly flushed, but it was enough to make Shinsou chuckle in endearment.
“I didn’t even realize!” Midoriya muffled behind the palm of his hand a giggle escaping that made Shinsou’s brain short circuit for just a second before coming back down to reality, shaking his head with a snicker of fondness. “I wear these all the time…”
“You are unbelievable, Midoriya,” Shinsou chuckled, before gently cupping the underside of Izuku’s heel and raising it up closer to his own face. Midoriya let out a small gasp, his leg jerking just slightly from surprise, but not so much for Shinsou to lose his grasp. Where Shinsou had gained the slight confidence to take such an action, the edgy teen had no clue. But Midoriya honestly seemed to be...liking the attention? The smile was evident, even behind the palm of his hand, and even though his eyes were wide and cautious, they looked daringly into Shinsou’s own, almost asking him to make a bolder move without needing to say a word. Though really, the smile was more than enough to agg Shinsou on even further. Who was he to deny this cutie the attention he so obviously wanted?
Shinsou’s grasp on Izuku’s heel tightened a bit, enough to make Midoriya stiffen, now both of his hands going up to cup at his mouth and keep himself quiet, almost like he was trying to keep himself from protesting. Shinsou gazed at Izuku’s cute, flushed face one more time before looking back down at the socked foot in his hand, taking note of the design on the sole. It was decorated in different cartoon All Might designs. One of his face, one of his signature catchphrase “I AM HERE!”, one of his full body hero suit, and one of just his trademark bunny-like hair. Shinsou grinned at this, deciding to make his own little game out of the designs.
“So you wear these socks a lot?” Shinsou asked with a teasing tilt of his head, looking back up to Midoriya without moving the boy’s foot an inch. Izuku raised one eyebrow in slight confusion before nodding his head. Shinsou hummed with a nod, his eyes wandering back down to the sock. “So if I were to poke at...this spot here…” Shinsou brought a finger up from his free hand to the sock, his nail just barely scratching at one of the cartoons on the sole of Izuku’s foot. Izuku jerked at the sensation, a small yip muffled by his hands still being heard by the purple-haired boy teasing him near to death, much to Shinsou’s amusement. “...could you tell me which design it was?”
Shinsou continued his gentle wiggling of one finger, but it was just enough to get Izuku tittering behind his hand, one eye squeezed shut as the other glared at the boy. Izuku gave him no response, however, only pulling at his leg slightly when Shinsou scratched over particularly sensitive areas that made him let out louder snickers than others. Shinsou playfully tisked with a shake of his head.
“Not gonna play my game, huh? I thought you wanted to do something fun, Midoriya,” Shinsou just sighed with a smile, a small evil glint shining in his eyes that gave Izuku goosebumps and made his own eyes widen in...fear? Giddiness? Excitement? “Fine. New game,” Shinsou grinned wickedly before snatching up both of Midoriya’s feet and locking them by their ankles in between one of his elbows. Midoriya let out a loud gasp of shock, before playfully tugging at his feet as if he wanted to escape. They both knew it was all just for show. “Try to stay quiet.”
Midoriya’s eyes widened before immediately slamming shut at the teasingly ticklish sensations that danced across his left socked foot. Shinsou scraped at the sole slowly, using only his first three fingers to do so, but good fucking God was it effective. Midoriya’s hands seemed to be glued to his mouth at this point, almost squeezing at his cheeks to try to keep quiet, though the muffled titters did not go unnoticed by the tickling teen before him.
“Aww, whatsa matter, Midoriya?” Shinsou teased with a small grin, his fingers edging their way upwards towards the bottoms of his toes, curling into the spot he knew to be sensitive on himself which only made Izuku shriek behind his hands. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish~”
Izuku shook his head, though the way his body was practically vibrating under Shinsou spoke volumes. “Oh, you aren’t, huh? You’re not ticklish? Not even a teensie weensie bit?”
Izuku once again shook his head, the slow and gentle tickles provided by Shinsou giving Izuku just enough leeway to lie his way through this playful torment with only tiny titters and snickers. But the moment he felt his toes being pulled back by the side of Shinsou’s hands, both of his eyes shot open in excited fear.
“Well that just won’t do, now will it? I’m a pretty convincing guy, though, so maybe we can change that up a bit,” Shinsou grinned before scratching the nail of his thumb into Midoriya’s now stretched out toes, and Izuku couldn’t hold back anymore. The boy let out a stream of giggles behind one hand, his other now shooting down to clutch at his belly.
“AHAHA! Wahahait! Nohoho!” Izuku’s eyes squeezed shut, throwing himself back to lay flat on the bed, both of his hands moving up to cover his now terribly blushing face. Shinsou snickered, incredibly amused at the boy’s intense cuteness. “I’m sohohorreheheehe!”
“Aw, you’re sorry? For what?” Shinsou chuckled before raking all four of his fingers down the sole of Izuku’s socked foot, the boy letting out a yelp at the change before dissolving back into his adorable stream of giggles.
“I dohohon’t knohohohow!” Izuku shook his head, his feet just barely pulling at Shinou’s grasp out of pure bodily instinct. Shinsou just smiled fondly, chuckling a little in amusement. The purple-haired teen zeroed in on one particular spot right under the ball of Midoriya’s foot, the poor boy under him letting out a small shriek before arching his back at the sensation, shaking his head wildly.
“Ohoho, this a good spot, Midoriya? Right here?” Shinsou scratched at the sensitive area, Izuku cackling at the sensation before shooting his hands down to clutch at the front of his own hoodie, his knuckles almost turning white. “Aw, it is, isn’t it? You can’t take it here, huh?”
“AHAHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!” Midoriya cackled, pulling at his hoodie even harder, enough where Shinsou could even see the space of skin right under the boy’s pale neck. It was freckled there too, he noted, and...he couldn’t help but wonder if he was freckled anywhere else too.
“Please what? If you want me to stop just say so,” Shinsou tilted his head, observing very closely as he noticed Izuku’s face grow an even darker shade of tickled pink. He chuckled in delight as he heard no sounds of protest from the cackling boy underneath him. “Aw, that’s it, isn’t it? You don’t want me to stop?”
“DOHOHON’T DOHOHO THAHAHAT!” Izuku giggled wildly, pulling his hoodie up to cover his face and hopefully muffle those adorable laughs as much as he could, though of course he succeeded in only looking as cute as ever.
“Don’t do what?” Shinsou smirked, his fingers moving to his other foot to scratch at the same oh-so sensitive spot, now mirrored. Midoriya practically screamed into the fabric of his hoodie at the change in sensation, curling his body upwards instinctively before flopping himself back down onto the bed through his fit of cackles.
“TEHEHEASE MEHEHE!” Izuku cackled, pulling at his feet just enough to seem like he was fighting the playful torture, when really Shinsou saw right through him and all his All Might merch far too easily.
“Oh so you WANT me to tease you? You like being teased, Midoriya?” Shinsou snickered at the panicked giggles escaping through the fabric of Izuku’s hoodie, wiggling his fingers back into that oh so sensitive curve right underneath Izuku’s toes that made the boy scream in ticklish agony. “You’re so sensitive, y’know that? So ticklish even with your little All Might socks on. I wonder, though, will it tickle worse if you don't have All Might to protect you?” Shinsou smirked before slipping his fingers under the edge of Midoriya’s sock, the green-haired boy letting out a loud gasp before whipping his head out from the hiding spot in his hoodie.
“No! Dohohon’t!” Midoriya giggled as Shinsou teasingly edged the sock slowly up the boy’s foot, not having even tickled the bare foot yet but somehow still getting a rise out of him.
“I haven’t even started yet! Are you really so ticklish you’ll laugh when tickles are even threatened?” Shinsou grinned, testing his theory once he threw the sock over to the side by wiggling his fingers just above the boy’s bare foot where Midoriya could see from his angle. Sure enough, Midoriya absolutely dissolved into a puddle of giggles, his arms clutching at his tummy as he barely tugged at his trapped feet. Shinsou couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my god, I was kidding, I didn’t think it would actually be true!”
“Juhuhust do it alreadhehehe! Plehehehease! I can’t tahahake it!” Midoriya pleaded, his hands moving to cover up his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at Shinsou. Shinsou felt his heart swell in adoration.
“You want me to tickle you that bad?~” Shinsou teased, slowly swiping one finger from the top of Izuku’s bare foot down to the heel, the boy gasping at the sensation, curling the foot up as much as it would go.
“Plehehease, I cahahahan’t!-” Izuku was a flustered mess under Shinsou, squirming and blushing into the oversized fabric of his hoodie, giggling like a child all the while. Shinsou finally gave in, scribbling his nails on the sole of his foot, pushing Midoriya to squeal before dissolving into panicked, high-pitched cackles. “GAHAHAHA! SHIHIHINSOHOHOU! AHAHA NAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!”
“It doesn’t even sound like you know what you really want anymore, huh?” Shinsou giggled, slowing his fingers down to small, teasing scratches on the boy’s soles, both socked and bare. Izuku was a puddle of snickers and giggles, barely pulling on his feet as he finally opened up his eyes as much as he could to gaze up at his tormentor. Shinsou looked down at him with a smile, finally stopping his tickling to rest Izuku’s feet in his crossed lap. Midoriya’s breathing was heavy, but the smile on his face seemed plastered on, and didn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Shinsou tilted his head at the boy with a grin. “So...you liked that, didn’t you?”
Izuku whined, shoving his flushed face into his hands. “I mean...I don’t know…”
“It’s okay if you do...it’s uh…” Shinsou chuckled sheepishly, scratching at the back of his neck. “It’s kind of...cute, y’know?”
Midoriya peeked out from behind his hands to peer at Shinsou, before bringing his arms down to prop himself up and get a better look at the boy. “You thought it was...cute?”
“Well yeah, I mean...you were all giggly and stuff, and I uh, already kinda thought you were cute beforehand so that just kinda heightened the cuteness I guess,” Shinsou had a hard time making eye contact with Izuku, acting almost as if HE had been the one tickled to near tears just moments ago. He suddenly felt so shy, just like he had felt before Midoriya arrived. Where did all that previous confidence come from? And where did it go when he needed it the most? (now!) “Not to mention the fact you liked it in the first place. That’s just downright criminally adorable.”
“Quit it!” Midoriya whined with a giggle, though he left his feet in Shinsou’s lap, only kicking them out slightly during his fussing. He let out a huff of air, clearly embarrassed and very flustered. “I...I was nervous before I got here...thank you for that…”
Shinsou blinked. “Wait...you were nervous too?”
Midoriya looked up at Shinsou with a furrowed brow. “Yeah...wait, you were nervous?! Why?!”
Shinsou swallowed. He felt like some kind of nervous lump that had been growing and festering in his tummy this entire time was suddenly trying to crawl from his throat, choking him on his own words. His eyes were a bit wide, and suddenly his hands felt all clammy again like they had before Izuku arrived. “You just, uh...you make me nervous sometimes.”
“Do I do anything wrong?”
“No! No, of course not! It’s just...uh…” Shinsou huffed, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands until he saw fireworks, refusing to meet Midoriya’s gaze. “I kind of...like you…a little bit…”
There was a second of silence, Shinsou’s hands still covering his shy eyes as if to protect him from inevitable rejection. He felt the warmth of Midoriya’s feet slip from his lap, and at the same time felt his heart drop from it’s spot in his ribcage. He almost felt like he could cry...that is, until, he felt fingers start to poke and prod at both sides of his ribs, making him arch his back with wide eyes. Those eyes met Izuku’s own mischievous ones, a smirk growing on the green-headed boy’s still flushed face as accidental giggles started spilling from Shinsou’s lips, his body curling from left to right at each poke and prod.
“H-Hehehey! Whahahat?!-” Shinsou melted into giggles as Izuku started to pinch along his ribs, the boy falling onto his back against the pillows as Izuku straddled his waist fully, still relentless in his tickle attack.
“Stop looking so nervous and mopey, Shin,” Izuku smiled, leaning his head down to touch their foreheads together as he slowed his tickling down to his his hands resting comfortably on Shinsou’s sides. “I like you too.”
Shinsou blinked, never knowing he could blush so much until he realized just how close him and Midoriya’s faces were in that moment. They stared into each other’s eyes for seconds that felt like millenia until…
...until they kissed. And what a kiss it was. Filled with small giggles of pure joy and breathless huffs of air that made them forget they even needed oxygen in the first place. It was perfect and pure and everything Shinsou could’ve ever wanted. That night was filled with more kisses and more tickles than either of them had experienced in a lifetime, but it was worth it for each other. It was more than worth it. It was everything.
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A/N : tysm for reading!! if u enjoyed pls consider reblogging, it helps spread my fics to more ppl who might enjoy!! thanks for the support, much love <33
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stella i ended up watching it pretty much immediately while drawing mk bc i do not control what my brain decides to eat and when and goddamn. the musical really is the musical equivalent of a reverse timelapse video of watching an apple rot. their youth and optimism. Gone. they were so cute and optimistic towards the end but then you remember That All Goes To Shit. (inserts that one sonic meme) Frank Wake Up. You Fucked Up Big Time. repeatedly. a lot. giving in a little every time to further their dreams but eventually losing sight of it all.... shouldntve have had an affair tho. thats entirely on you bud. idiot. man.... they were SUCH GOOD FRIENDS.... so patient and supportive of each other.... but then it all....... Man. sorry this is all p disjointed i literally just finished the musical something past 2am and i need to speak. i like hearing all the leitmotifs tho..... my memory is too shit to remember which part i heard it But Theyre Absolutely There.... the musical was so good....... it is such a story. a story that absolutely would be prime material for a fixit fic tbfh. what a mess... but i like messes.... man stepping back a lot... its kinda fucked up.... that if you ignore the timeline... the structure is kinda the same as a typical underdog story as in its starts out with a conflict thats meant to be overcome and ends with an all happy and optimistic open ending with things looking up..... BUT NO... the struggle is backwards.... if this story was chronological it truly wouldnt have the same wistful impact... you would just be like what the hell man. thats how it ends? but no it establishes from the beginning that this is the result. But How Did We Get Here. and thats the story....very funny how one of the lines in the song are "never look back" when thats the entire goddamn premise of the musical lol. this is like 3 times longer than i intended it to be. im glad the character count has been expanded so i can subject you to all of this all in one go. Narratives Man. got me.
YOU GET IT NOW!! YOU UNDERSTAND!!! Hang on I have a quote from sondheim’s book I want to highlight where he goes into a bunch of his own thoughts for something like a personal glossary
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look at this one
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lol.
another thing that sticks out about sondheim is that he’s VERY particular about who sings what. in his book he talks about being annoyed when every part of the ensemble sings the same lyrics even when they’re different groups of people with different ideals and priorities. and it means there’s a LOT of really tasty interactions within songs for character consistency & character dynamics, for example
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Mary as the person who tries to fix things, Frank as the person who minimizes, Charley as the person who corrects him, and Mary again who runs interference between them.
Then there are verses that not-so-subtly highlights the Frank conflicts with Mary and Charley—
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And even a line that’s not the highlight of the verse gets this treatment!
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There’s just a lot of irony and contradiction and hypocrisy textually, subtextually, and metatextually. I mean the musical’s called merrily we roll along and it’s all about going backwards to get context for a miserable beginning (end) lol. And another thing that’s interesting about the structure is that Frank *can* be sympathized with at the end mostly because you end where he began, and you’re following him to how awkward and earnest he was as a person (rather than if it were a linear narrative, it’d be easier to dismiss his present self as a dumbass bastard) (which he is lol). What’s the phenomena about the first thing and the last thing is what’s most memorable. Ah, whatever, you get it. Anyway yeah all his problems are his own fault, though they weren’t helped by gussie. bro you could’ve compromised a *little* for money without compromising uhhhhh Every Single Person Who Was Ever Important To You. literally every step of the way had someone going like woah there hang on, stop, plowing ahead,
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