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just-eyris-things · 3 years

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Response 30 "Why" >:3c

oh dear, oh my! thank you for this, I will give you something you certainly are not expecting, hehe >:]

30: Why?

Characters: Airell, Fia, Trahearne, commander Stoneshire, Eyris (mentioned), commander Akura (@akurathereaper)

Word count: 1029

Airell watched the tower crumble and fall into the abyss, together with the enormous body of Zhaitan. The Glory of Tyria hung in the air and the engines roared, as people were collapsing to the ground as the exhaustion finally caught up to them the moment they felt relief regarding the dragon's fall.

"It's over, isn't it?" said Katherine, smiling, her hair messy and a smile on her face. She was not looking at him, only standing so close their hands were touching. Their little fingers intertwined, even though they did not share some significant bond.

"It is," Airell sighed. He looked at her briefly, then his eyes shifted to somebody else, the other commander. Airell felt his throat go dry. He had to do it before he did. As soon as they go back to Fort Trinity... He turned to Katherine. "Are you going to celebrate with the others?"

"Probably, but for a short while," she told him, "I have to catch up with someone." She did not look away from the tower that still had pieces falling off, yet Airell knew who she was talking about - the man with a blindfold on his eyes, talking to Airell's good friend, Eyris, and some rose sylvari mender.

"Yeah. Right."

Airell left her there, but she did not react as she was too busy thinking how the seemingly endless battle was over and now it was time to rest.

The ship docked and Airell left to Caer Aval as soon as possible. He went past all the cheering people and got there, yet the person he was looking for was not there. Feeling odd tightness in his chest, Airell gulped and started looking around, and then he saw him on one of the smaller ships docked nearby, looking over the bay.

Airell got there fast and was about to approach him when he spoke, "I...did not expect you to be the first one to come here," Trahearne confessed, not looking away from the cold waters of Orrian bay.

"Expecting someone else?" Airell asked, trying to sound calm. Why was he so nervous? He never felt that way when he was talking to others... but maybe the difference were his feelings towards them and him. Trahearne chuckled and finally turned towards him, his hand resting on a railing.

"Frankly, yes."

"Trahearne-" Airell started but soon somebody else spoke too from behind him.

"Marshal Trahearne!" the sylvari commander called as he boarded the airship. "I have been looking for you," he confessed, but only then he seemed to notice Airell. "O-oh. Am I...interrupting?"

"No," said Airell quickly before Trahearne could even let out a single sound. "I was on my way out anyway."

And so, Airell left them alone, feeling like his chest was going to be crushed from the inside. He had never felt such pain, he did not understand it. All he knew was that it was caused by the Firstborn and the commander and he had no idea how to free himself of said pain. He walked past all the celebrating people and headed out of the fort, towards the nearby cave where Tyrians tried to preserve the natural order. Nobody was ever there and Airell seeked refuge.

He sat there alone, at the centre, his back against the big rock altar. He sighed heavily as he let his head down. Was he that naive? He was so deep in thought that he did not hear nearing footsteps. Only when he noticed movement of someone sitting my his side he flinched and looked at the person. It was the rose sylvari he saw Eyris and the blindfolded man were talking to.

"I do not need to have a Dream connection with you to see your pain," she spoke quietly. She was smiling, yet her eyes remained sad. "What pains you?" Her voice was quiet and mellodious, calming.

"I...do not understand it..." he whispered. "I... I went to tell him but..."

She was silent for a moment, then she took his face in her hands.

"You are no stranger to affection," she spoke, her red eyes looking deep into his. "Your rhuddin," one of her hands moved down to his chest, to where the sylvari equivalent of a human heart was, "has been aching, yet you do not understand it and are too shy to admit it."

"You don't know me, so why...?" Airell whispered.

"You and I have long known what has been going on," she continued."

"Have we...?" Airell was confused. And then her sweet lips landed on his. "Why...? he asked quietly.

"Because I know this 'game'," she said, "and you do not. And..." she inhaled deeply, now leading his hand to her rhuddin, "I have to make you understand..."

"Understand what?" he was so confused. Was it the bond all his brothers and sisters were always telling him about? But he wanted to bond with Trahearne. Who was she? Why was she here? What were her motives?

She chuckled.

"My name is Fia and I am a mender," she introduced herself, finally. "And, I know how bad it sounds, but," she chuckled, "I have been watching you for a while by now. I do not know if others are blind, yet I am not and I know what a lost rhuddin looks like. What do you call yourself?"

"Airell." He was confused by her, by the kiss, by her manner of speech, by her in general. But he was also intrigued.

"Airell," she spoke, again taking his face in her hands. Now she looked at him with compassion and affection, the exact same that he wished Trahearne to look at him with... "will you let me to mend your lost rhuddin?"

Airell blinked, shocked.

"L-like, as in, a relationship...?"

She chuckled.

"We do not know each other that well yet. But I want to help you understand what you feel and how to deal with the pain you are experiening."

"Th-then...why did you kiss me...?"

She smiled sadly at him. He knew what she was going to say and he knew, that even though he did not want to admit it, she was going to speak the truth.

"Because we both needed it."

#thedreamsofgods #airell

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lorentime · 4 years

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reaching us

iwaizumi hajime may look like a baddie, but he’s really a softie willing to go miles to show you how he really feels

genre: flUFF!!!!!

....

Oh, how nice it is to be beside you.

That was something Iwaizumi could never say to Seijou’s manager, Y/N.

Iwaizumi Hajime never found himself inching himself closer to a girl before. Shoes clicking against the wooden floor of the gym as his eyes glance at her busy body. He was sipping on his bottle, towel wrapped around his sweaty neck. He wondered if she noticed how slowly he was inching closer to her to the point where their shoulders nearly touched. If she did, she definitely did not react.

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears when Oikawa shouted his name to hurry back to practice.

Y/N looked up from her clipboard and piles of paper to see the glistening sweat trails that Iwaizumi left as he dashed towards the court, shouting profanities at Oikawa. She laughed to herself, wondering why the spiker was standing next to her without saying anything.

It was late in their 3rd year, a bit before the spring tournament when Makki begged her to become the team manager. She didn’t question why at first as she did play volleyball for the female team, retiring early so that the second years could play more.

Y/N only realized later that they did not need her at all, maybe just to help the first years with their tactics and strategies and as moral support. What she never understood was why the spiky hair boy would not talk to her but always stood next to her and gave her small nods. Sure his nods were reassuring after she got used to them, but it never explained why he didn’t talk to her.

‘Iwa-chan is just a super shy boy Y/N-chan! I bet he’s dying to talk to you.’

That had earned Oikawa a kick in his treasured junior.

Y/N started cleaning up the gym as the boys left to get changed and go home. Out of habit, she ended up serving the balls for fun and by the time she finished tidying up, it was already dark. She quickly grabbed her stuff, jogging out the door to see Iwaizumi leaning against the wall, the dim light of his mobile lighting up his face.

‘H- Hey.’

‘Iwa-chan?’

Blood rushed up to Iwaizumi Hajime’s face so fast he almost forgot how to breathe that moment. Nobody had called him that except the annoying fuck boy but somehow being called that by her made it sound so endearing and sweet.

‘I-It’s not like I’m waiting for you or anything I just think it’s dark and you shouldn’t go home alone do you know how many cases of girls as pretty as you getting kidnapped there are do you understand how dangerous it is for a beautiful girl to be—‘

‘Iwa-chan, slow down.’ Y/N laughed at the poor stuttering boy in front of her.

Music to his ears, he felt like he could fly just hearing her laugh.

‘This is the first time you’ve talked to me since second year and to hear you speak this much actually makes me so happy.’ Y/N smiles as she starts walking away.

‘You coming or no?’ She says as she turned to give him another small smile. His eyes watches her heavenly figure glistening and radiating under the moonlight.

Iwaizumi nods and jogs up to catch up with her.

‘If I remember correctly, the first time you talked to me was when you accidentally slipped a love letter in my locker mistaking it for someone elses right?’ Y/N chimes up as they descended a small hill lit by a small lamppost.

‘Y-yes. No!’

‘Which one is it?’

‘I... Yeah, um, about that...’

‘I never found out who the lucky girl was. Did she hear you out in the end?’

‘Uh... well, I, um...’

Y/N stops walking and stares at Iwaizumi curiously, head slightly hanging to the left like a confused puppy.

‘She never received the letter.’ He finally says.

‘Why not?’

‘Because she caught me before I could put it in her locker...’

‘Who was it? Dang that must really su—‘

Y/N closed her mouth, eyes widening.

‘Oh.’

Iwaizumi scratched the back of his neck nervously.

‘Yeah.’

Y/N was frozen in place, mouth hanging open and not knowing what to say.

Iwaizumi chuckles and pats her head softly, walking ahead.

‘Moths will end up flying there if you don’t hurry and close it.’

That night Y/N lay awake in her bed, blinking a couple times to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

Never in her life, had a guy confessed to her straight forward like that. And to mention an attractive and talented guy like Iwaizumi Hajime.

Y/N had felt her heartstrings dancing with her fast pumping blood. She felt like she could get up and do three hours worth of giddy dancing but she didn’t know why she felt so happy about it. She had never thought about Iwaizumi Hajime in that way before. Not that he wasn’t someone that she would never consider, but rather she though was completely out of her league.

After that night, Iwaizumi Hajime waited every evening to walk her home. After a week of that, he would connect his table with hers during lunch and persist that they had lunch together. Constantly nitpicking about how she didn’t have enough vegetables.

People started questioning both of you, were you dating?

Iwaizumi would always deny it for both of them. And somehow Y/N’s heartstrings stopped dancing and was being stretched instead. She hated the feeling, it hurt a lot.

One night, after practice, Oikawa decided to walk home with them, pissing Iwaizumi off to next levels.

As the two walked in front of you, you couldn’t help but listen to their conversation.

‘You know one of my fans actually asked me to tell you she would love to get to know you,’ Oikawa said out of the blue.

‘Huh. Yeah cool.’

‘She’s in Class 3C if you’re wondering.’

‘Yeah cool. Makki is in that class.’ Iwaizumi says, trying to not make the conversation awkward.

Y/N had already stopped walking by that time. Why was Iwaizumi encouraging this conversation?

‘Yeah, if you’re free tomorrow she’d like to have lunch with you.’

‘I think that I’m—‘

‘H- He’s not free.’

Both boys stop to turn and look at Y/N’s figure in surprise. She was smiling awkwardly.

‘U-uh what I mean’t was I think the teacher asked Iwa-chan to help out for the upcoming school festival. You know he’s strong and stuf...’ Y/N mumbled on, not realizing that Oikawa had a small smirk on his face.

Iwaizumi had a feint blush on his cheeks as he watched his crush stutter and mumble, was she jealous?

No, no way she liked him back. He still needs to prove himself to her.

‘I’m just over here so I’ll leave you guys to it. See ya!’ Oikawa quickly says after a small glance at his best friend and runs away.

‘Isn’t the school festival in another 2 months, Y/N?’ Iwaizumi says, chuckling as he watched her speed walk ahead of him.

‘Doesn’t mean you can’t start early.’ She murmurs, trying to get rid of her embarrassment.

‘Hmm...’ Iwaizumi hums as he catches up to her and they continue walking in silence.

When they finally reach her house, Y/N only stands in front of the gate, staring at her feet.

‘So uh, I, yeah, I may have slipped you a letter earlier today but you though it was tissue so you threw it away but basically I don’t know but I think I kinda like you but you know don’t assume things I’m not saying I like you but I do like you so much that my heart is about to burst if I don’t say it okay good night.’ Y/N bursts out, stumbling as she turns and quickly opens her gate, running towards her front door.

Iwaizumi, quickly catching the beautiful words that came out of her lips as well as her soft hands, pulling her into his chest.

He had the dumbest smile Oikawa had ever seen as Oikawa snapped a small photo from the corner of the street and sending it to Makki: ‘Mission: Success. Hotel: Trivago.’

‘I don’t know or care if you think or not as long as you like me. I’ll treasure you and I’ll make sure that smile never leaves your face.’

Y/N felt her face flushing even more than she thought was humanely possible.

‘Please... take care of me from now on.’ She mumbles into his chest as he kisses the top of her head.

‘You don’t even know how long I’ve been wanting to do this.’ He laughs, relieved that his feelings finally reached her and hers finally reaching his back as well.

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heckinhacker · 4 years

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Could you write some Akali x female reader? Either fanfic or headcanons are fine, up to whatever you feel! Love your blog btw, I always get excited for your next post :3

Akali x Fem!S/O - meeting and falling in love

A/N: Decided to go for headcanons this time, but fanfic is a big maybe. :3c Good taste tbh I love Akali so much too. Never thought of writing about her so she might be slightly off. I mean- I always say that. Damn you self-conciousness! And Thank you for supporting and liking my blog! I am trying my best ;v; ♥ P.S: Bo’lii is from Akali’s short story, he’s the one who made her tattoos, I thought he’s worthy of putting in there, hope that’s not a problem

You were friends with Bo’lii, Vastayan tattoo artist with tongue cut off. You were around as much as you could, so when his clients come by, you are there from time to time. That’s how you met Akali.

Akali was coming around a lot, she loved Bo’lii’s work, even though it hurt. She looked like that kind of woman which doesn’t mind spill some of her blood. Or someones.

You couldn’t help yourself but start talking with her. It was nice actually talking with someone - your only friend couldn’t mutter a word, he could humm, laugh, but no words. You loved Bo’lii but still, hearing someone actually answer would be hella nice - and she seemed sooo interesting.

“So…[y/n], right? You look like a nice girl. What are you doing by Bo’lii’s side? Was hurt by noxians too?”

“Weren’t we all?” you answer, rolling your eyes with a smirk. You both hear Bo’lii laugh.

You ask her questions which she gladly answers. Like, where she is from exactly, why did she decided to leave her master’s rules, etc. She asks a lot about you too!

You decide to tell her, as the second soul would know, about your heaaavy crush on that one thief who is around this hell of a tavern a lot. You love to be around Bo’lii, but being too much around him would suggest you are together, and no matter how much you love him, you’d love that person to think you’re single and free to take. (I am not specifying what gender this big thief is, butch lady or boya, whatever floats your boat ;) )

Akali chuckles, then hisses, since that made Bo’lii’s tools go into bad directions. He pouts, giving out unsatisfied groan.

“Yeah, I know. My fault.”

You laugh at that, sighing. You tell them you should go, since around this time your crushy crush is being around, and you gladly go.

After Akali’s done with her part of tattoo’s, she goes around tavern, seeking for you to laugh at your poor attempts of flirting - but she found new thing to laugh about. You just were there, sitting with [alcohol’s type/name] in your hand, sipping, nervously checking out your beloved thief. No poor attempt. Akali sits beside you with new mug full of your favourite liquor.

“Nice try, [y/n]! I’ll drink to that, cheers!” she laughs loudly, taking a biiig sip of her beer. You laugh nervously, ending your one portion from earlier.

“Don’t worry, sooner or later they will notice. For sure.” she pats your back, while you give out more honest smile.

“Thanks, Akali. I appreciate that.”

“No problem!” you could feel her grinning from under that mask.

Another time, you found Akali by pure accident, she was training, sweating like she was about to pass out and leaving on a big amount of trees visible marks from Kama’s slices and a lot of shurikens and kunai’s are left in them. She was heavy breathing, too focused on her training that she never noticed you approaching.

Or…that’s what you thought. When you tried to sneak on her, she almost pierced your head through with kunai, but it flew beside your head, making you yelp.

Akali, when she realised it was just you, sighed with relief. “Oh, it’s you. Poor lonely soul searching for love…” she sighs theatrically, wipping some sweat off of her forehead. “What’s up, [y/n]?”

“Nothing. I just saw you and wanted to hang around. You’re cool, I want to get to know you…if that’s not a problem.” You admit with a little blush on your face.

“Oh! No, it’s okay. Come, sit around. Want some ramen?”

“You actually have warm ramen in the woods?”

“I have my ways.”

“Ninja ways?”

“Maybe, maybe not.~”

“Awh come on, Akali, do tell me!”

You both burst out in laughs, talking about everything and anything until it gets dark.

Akali says that she will walk you home, you have no way of saying no. She didn’t ask you, she said she will.

And she did. Maybe that was not a date, but you decided to hug her and thank her for spending her day with you.

She pet your back, murmuring some quiet ‘thank you, too’, before letting go.

You exchanged goodnight’s and you vanish behind your house’s doors.

You were chilling around with Akali through better and worse times.

Once she came to your house all in bruises, cuts and many other injuries.

You patched her up and let her stay for ‘as long as she needed’.

She was around a week, then she just disappeared, leaving you “Thank you so much for letting me stay, but I want no trouble for you. Take care! :)”

You smiled at her little note, murmuring under nose ‘You could at least stay for breakfast…’

Or that one time she found you crying around Bo’lii’s tattoo sanctuary, because your love interest was making out in tavern with some hot chick.

You could swear she was up to go and kill them, but you stopped her by your cry “No! Don’t! Please-!”

She came back and hugged you with Bo’lii, shushing you and telling you that they are not worth your time.

That were some examples. It’s been almost six months, and none of you three knew that your crush wanted you to be jealous, since they were looking out for you a lot, knowing you are looking, but not doing anything about it.

You were drinking and talking with Akali and Bo’lii, when they came by your table, sat by your side and got their arm around your shoulders.

“Okay, look, sweetcheeks. I am done playing around. I like you, you like me. Wanna hang around a little bit? Then maybe…”

“O-oh-”

You could almost feel Akali’s positive spirit levae her body. Even Bo’lii, who was sitting beside her looked at her with surprise. She almost stood up, given up, but you did stand up first.”

“Li-listen, [crush’s name], I really, indeed, was looking at you for a long time now. And saw you with a lot of other chicks, which hurt as hell. I am looking for love in this tavern.”

They stand up with proudness written on their face, but you place your hand on their lips before they can kiss you.

“But my love is not found in your person.”

You move them back and go to Akali and Bo’lii’s side of table, bending down a little to hug Akali with shaky arms, while you fought with your tears.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered to her quietly. “I’m sorry I never told you before. I’m so- s-so-…”

You heard Akali sniff, as she nod and put her hands on your arm, since she had no way to hug you back right now. She just got so happy, since she developed a crush on you some time ago and would tell you directly if she didn’t knew any better about your big crush.

You kiss Akali’s forehead, as she stands up, lifts you up bride-style and goes somewhere deeper into tavern. To Bo’lii’s room. There you talked about your feelings, kissed a little and became an official pair!

Your now ex-crush was furious as Bo’lii was whistling on his fingers, acting like he cheered on you girls. He stayed around the table, drinking by himself, leaving you both in peace and quiet.

#it's so cute I am dying by myself #hacker writes #league of legends #akali #league of legends akali #akali the rogue assassin #lol akali #league of legends x reader #league of legends imagines #league of legends akali x reader #akali jhomen tethi x reader #headcanons #i kinda inspired myself on that one love confession from one girl to another in this vietnamese edition of bachelor or something #no regrets

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slashthedice · 5 years

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Michael Myers sparing your life after killing everyone around you prompt maybe? NSFW if you do not mind writing that, too. :) (Sorry for all the asks, but I fell in love w/ your blog.

Hi! You are too sweet to me! Thanks so much for all your amazing requests, I’ve had so much fun writing for them :) I know I’m not the first to do this sort of thing, but I wrote this in the context of Dead by Daylight because I’ve been watching my roommate play way too much. Hope that’s okay! Also, I definitely do not mind writing NSFW ;3c This is kind of a long one, so I’m going to crosspost it on AO3.

This wasn’t your first time in Haddonfield. Actually, as of late, the Entity had seemed particularly fond of setting you loose in the nightmarish neighborhood streets. You were now intimately familiar with the eerie glow of the street lamps and the flashing lights of the unoccupied and inoperable police cruiser. However, this time was not like the others. This time you had begun the trial with a strange crushing feeling in your chest, not unlike a cold vice wrapped around your heart. You had had this feeling described to you by other survivors, and it was never a good sign.

You found yourself in the unique position of obsession.

You supposed that you should have known this was coming. You had been eluding the Shape again and again, trial after trial for much longer than was probably reasonable. Everytime he was close to finally catching and killing you, you managed to escape. Hopping down the hatch, slipping through the gates just in time, dropping pallets on him when his reaching hand was mere inches from you. Last time, you had used a little trick Laurie had taught you, taking a shard of glass you had tucked away into your waistband and jabbing it into his shoulder, giving you just enough time to slip away. You were sure that for a killer as prolific as he was your continued escapes must have been infuriating.

You had admittedly begun to enjoy the repeated game of cat and mouse the two of you were playing. The rush of adrenaline you got when you saw that familiar mask staring back at you was exhilarating, and you secretly loved the way your heart pounded when you heard his heavy breathing behind you as he chased you through the streets. These were things you would never admit to another survivor. Hell, you had a hard enough time admitting it to yourself.

This time though, you didn’t feel that familiar rush as you realized where you were. You hadn’t seen him yet, but you knew who the killer was. As you crouched beside a generator, you felt more tense than you had going into a trial in a long time. You felt like you were on the edge of something. This time was most certainly different, and it wasn’t just because it was your first time as the obsession. There was some energy in the air, and it crackled through your mind and body.

You were barely halfway done with repairing the generator when you heard the first scream in the night air. It was not the scream of someone being put on the hook, it was a final dying shriek, a warning sent out into the night to let other prey know that a predator was here and they were looking to kill. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end and goosebumps covered your arms.

You continued to look over your shoulder every few seconds, looking for a flash of white or the glint of a blade. You felt relief wash over you as Claudette emerged from around the side of the house. You gave her a nod as she came closer and began to help with repairs.

“He killed Nea,” she whispered to you. “We didn’t even see him coming, he just pulled her off the generator and killed her.”

“I’m the obsession,” you admitted quietly.

She gave you a pitying look. If he was already being this brutal with his kills, you both wondered what was in store for you.

“Who else is left?” You asked. You felt bed, but you hoped it was Laurie. She was crafty and more than capable of escaping him, but more than that they had encountered each other before the Entity’s realm, and Michael always took the time to hunt her down. That might just give you and Claudette enough time to finish the generators and open the gates.

“I think it’s Jake,” she responded.

So much for that plan, you thought bitterly.

Just as the two of you were finishing up your repairs, you heard the tell-tale sound of another generator starting up a ways away. Jake must have finished the generator Nea and Claudette had been working on before. Not long after your generator clicked on, however, you heard that same horrible scream you had before. Frozen fear flooded through your veins and you shared a terrified look with Claudette.

Too soon, it was all too soon. The trial had barely just begun and already you were the final two survivors. You hadn’t even seen the Shape yet.

The two of you split off in different directions. There really was no safety in numbers here. You slipped into a house, conscious of the aged wooden floor beneath your feet and any sounds it may make. With your heart in your throat, you made your way up the stairs, hoping to find a generator in one of the rooms on the second story.

Much to your relief, you found one and got to work. You could only hope that Claudette was doing the same. That would mean that the two of you only had one more to complete before you could make your escape and forget all about the strange feeling you had had all trial. You tried to calm the trembling of your fingers as you pulled, pushed, and prodded to force parts back into place.

You heard the ding of another generator coming to life and felt a rush of relief. You finished your generator quickly enough, and headed to the window to see if you could find Claudette, or even Michael. At least if you could spot him you would know where not to go.

You had barely poked your head up over the windowsill before you spotted your fellow survivor. She was sneaking around the side of the house you were in towards the front. If she could just make it a little further, she would be behind the cover of the shrubbery in the front of the yard. Just a few more feet…

He materialized from the shadows as if he were made from the fog itself. With all the grace of a panther stalking its prey in the night, he fell upon her too fast for you to even warn her. You watched with an open mouth as the blade sailed through the air, reflecting the flashing red and blue lights as it went. Claudette shrieked when the weapon carved through her back, sending her sprawling across the grass.

You could do nothing but watch as Michael lifted her with a hand under her chin into the air. You spotted the blade once more only to watch it sink into your friend with a wet sound. He withdrew it from her slowly, torturously, only to drive it right back into her frantically struggling form. She made a sickening gurgling sound and then was silent. Everything was silent except for the frantic pounding of your own heart

You knew you should move. You needed to get out of the house and to the hatch that had surely appeared somewhere, but you could do nothing but stare down at the Shape as he threw your friend’s lifeless corpse to the ground. He loomed over the body, motionless in this mimicry of a suburban neighborhood.

And then he raised his head.

You could see nothing in the unfathomable blackness visible through the eye holes in the mask, but you knew that he was staring right back at you. You felt his freezing gaze stop you in place, and a thrill went through your paralyzed form. You knew then that things had never been more different than they were in this trial. Michael was done playing games with you.

You could have sworn that you only blinked and he was gone, freeing you from your temporary paralysis. You made a beeline for the stairs, almost sliding past them in your rush. You found yourself frozen once more as you stared down the steps. Michael was at the bottom, and he was staring right back up at you. You turned and bolted back towards the window, but he was faster than you. You dove forward to throw yourself through the open portal, but you weren’t even halfway through when you felt a large hand grab the back of your shirt.

Your back hit the ground hard, and before you could even think about scrambling to your feet a large boot was planted on your stomach, knocking the air from your lungs and effectively pinning you in place. You tried to squirm out from beneath, clawing at his ankle and pushing at his calf, but he may as well have been made of stone for how little he moved. You looked up to find the impassive mask that you had learned to fear staring back at you. His head was tilted slightly to one side as he watched you struggling.

Then, faster than a lightning strike, one of his massive hands was around your throat and you were hoisted into the air.

He finally had you. You kicked your legs wildly as you tried to pry at the iron grip he had around your throat. You knew your struggling was merely a futile last ditch effort in a war of attrition, but you couldn’t just go limp and wait for the cold steel of his knife to pierce your abdomen. But that never came.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were dangling about a foot off the ground with your vision slowly going dark due to air loss, and the next you were pinned to the wall by a hard body. You saw him raise the large butcher’s knife above his head and you were sure it was about to find its home in your chest, but when it came arcing down towards you you felt no pain and instead found it embedded a few inches deep into the wall next to your head. Your eyes widened as you looked up at the ever impassive mask, his normally heavy breathing seemed to be even heavier now, the sound reverberating behind the rubber face close to panting. He pressed against you harder and his hips ground into yours.

Oh. OH. Well, that was unexpected.

You were at a loss. You had known there was tension between yourself and the killer, but you hadn’t realized that it was this kind of tension. Yet here you were, pinned to a wall with him basically rutting against you, but as much as you wanted to you couldn’t find it in yourself to dislike the situation. In fact, your feelings on the matter were very much the opposite.

You gasped and gripped Michael’s forearms when one of his strong thighs pressed between your legs, forcing you up onto your tiptoes just to reach the ground. You resisted the urge to grind yourself against him. He leaned into you more, masked face pressing into the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You heard him inhale deeply, almost like he was taking in your scent, but you couldn’t imagine he could smell much more than latex from inside the white rubber. He seemed to realize the same thing.

His calloused hands found their way to your hips, lifting you off his thigh and stepping back slightly. For one heart stopping moment you thought that he had changed his mind and was going to kill you, but as soon as that thought crossed your mind, you found yourself flipped around with your face shoved up against the old, peeling wallpaper. He shoved his leg back between your thighs, and you couldn’t help the heated sound that escaped you as he pressed against you with a bit more pressure than before. One of his hands left your hips and found its home against the back of your neck, ensuring that you could not move or turn your head.

A rush of heat burned its way through your body. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this close to someone, let alone someone that could toss you around so easily. This was a terrible idea, possibly one of the worst you had ever had. You could smell the coppery scent of blood surrounding you, and you knew it had to belong to your friends, but his proximity had your head swimming and you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

The hand that wasn’t pinning you in place began to wander, pushing up your shirt to explore the heated skin of your stomach and ribs, continuing northward to force its way between your chest and the wall. He cupped your clothed breast in his rough hand, and you choked on the moan that bubbled up in your throat. He took note of this, and if you didn’t know better you would have sworn you heard a low sound of approval come from him.

His hand slithered back down your abdomen to press firmly between your hips and drag you backwards so that your ass was directly against the burning, hardened length of him. You felt a spike of anxiety shoot through you. From what you could feel against your backside, he was big. It made sense, you supposed, the rest of him was huge so it makes sense that his dick would be the same. Though your mind cried out about logistics and potential pain, your traitorous body was abuzz with excitement and your cunt was near dripping at the thought of Michael inside you.

You wiggled your hips back against him. He responded by tightening his hold on the nape of your neck and growling in your ear, the feral sound vibrating in his chest and through your body. You let loose a litany of wanton, needy sounds. You were completely overwhelmed by the heat coursing through you. You needed him, and you needed him now.

“Please,” you begged, hoping he understood what you were asking.

You could have cried with relief when his hand slipped around the front of your body and his nimble fingers found the clasp of your jeans. You were more than happy to help him drag the fabric barrier along with your panties down your hips and over your ass so that you could shimmy them down your legs and finally kick the offending material away. You expected him to immediately free himself from his bloodsoaked coveralls and push inside you.

You were pleasantly and genuinely surprised when you felt his fingers swipe along your slickness. When he came to your entrance, he shoved a finger inside forcing you to bite down on the inside of your cheek to quiet a gasp. A second finger joined the first and you thrashed against his hold. It was too much. You were so full with only his fingers inside you. His hold on you never wavered, and the curling of his fingers had you panting. When the heel of his hand dragged against your clit you sucked in a breath and shuddered against him.

As the minutes ticked by and his attentions to your weeping pussy continued, that oh so familiar tightness built in your core and sparks of pleasure shot through your limbs. You were so unbearably close. You babbled out pleas for him to let you have your release, crying his name and trying desperately to force his fingers deeper and his palm harder against you. You thought he would take mercy on you and finish you off, but just as you began to tip over that precipice into bliss, he withdrew.

You whined at the loss as the pleasure ebbed, but the sound of a zipper being undone and fabric rustling filled you with renewed heat. You wanted to see him, but the vice grip on your neck dashed any hope of that happening. All disappointment was chased from your scattered thoughts when you felt the blunt head of him at your soaking entrance.

Once he had lined himself up, his fingers grasped your hip with a strength that would surely leave bruises. He pulled you down hard onto him, and you keened. You had been more right than you realized about his size. If you thought you were full with just his fingers inside you, you were sure now that you would burst at the seams any second.

His forehead found your shoulder, and you could feel the harsh puff of his heavy breaths escaping through the thin mouth of the mask. He drew back out of you with a brutally slow pace, the head of his cock dragging over your overwrought walls and drawing a moan from your lips. He slammed back in without warning and the air was forced from your lungs. With that he was off, setting a punishing pace and preventing you from ever really catching your breath.

Every thrust forced your face harder against the wall, and you knew your cheek would be bruised by the end of this encounter. As he drilled you into the hard surface, you began to feel that same warmth coiling inside you, only this time it was approaching much more rapidly. You gasped and moaned, his name peppered into the pleased noises you were making. Before the anticipation and impatience could drive you crazy, you peeled one of your hands away from the wallpaper and let you fingers find your clit, rubbing quick circles around the bundle of nerves.

You knew Michael was getting close based on the way his fingertips dug further into the flesh of your hip and his breathing hitched. He grunted, a sound deep in his throat that was impossibly loud. Then his hand at your neck disappeared, followed by the sound of something hitting the floor behind you with a slap. Before you could be surprised or even move, his now unmasked head was pressed into the back of yours. He inhaled deeply, nose buried in your now sweat slicked hair. His lips dragged across your nape, lingering at the neckline of your shirt.

You wanted to see him, needed to see the face of the man that was fucking you like you had never experienced. You tried to push away from the wall, to turn your head. You weren’t sure if you would find that he was just as monstrous without the mask as when he had it on, or if he would look like a normal man, but you didn’t care. The curiosity was killing you.

Michael realized immediately what you were doing, and before you could catch so much as a glimpse of his features, he bit down on the back of your neck. Hard.

The feeling of his teeth on your neck, pinning you back in place more effectively than even his hand had, had you seeing stars. You yelped at the feeling, and then you clamped your eyes shut as the coil in your core burst and your orgasm ripped through you. Fireworks exploded behind your eyes and you couldn’t help but to sing his praises.

Feeling you clench around his cock seemed to renew the chase for his own release. He now had the added advantage of use of his other hand. He snaked that arm around your waist to pull your lower half even closer to his pistoning hips. His pace was even more brutal than before, and your cum soaked pussy made obscene, wet sounds that drowned out your combined heavy breathing.

You were sure his teeth broke skin when he bit down even harder. His thrusts stuttered and slowed. He growled against you and you felt warmth spilling inside you. His release was forced from your lower lips as he continued to thrust through his orgasm, trickling down your trembling thighs.

For a moment you were shocked. Not moving even as he pulled out and stepped away from you. You took a moment to slow your breathing and ignore the odd feeling of the rapidly cooling mix of your fluids and his that spilled from your entrance.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of rustling fabric. Finally, you were allowed to peel yourself away from the papered wall and turn to face him. You supposed that you shouldn’t have been surprised to find him completely put together, coveralls zipped and mask back in place, looking at you like he hadn’t just fucked the life out of you.

Your legs shook as you bent to recover your jeans and underwear, never taking your eyes off of him. You dared a glance at the knife embedded in the wall beside you. It was deep enough that you doubted you would be able to pull it out if he closed in on you. You weren’t sure what would happen next. He had had his fun and now the two of you were locked in a staring match in the middle of the hall, only you found yourself at a disadvantage since you couldn’t see his eyes.

Once you were fully clothed, you wrapped your arms around yourself. You didn’t want to make any sudden movements, but he was still blocking both the stairs and the window. You doubted that you would be able to sprint past him before he could grab you and kill you the way he had killed the others, and you weren’t too keen on a knife to the stomach.

Finally, he huffed quietly and stepped to the side, revealing the stairs to you. You looked at him with no small amount of surprised hesitancy. Was Michael really going to let you leave?

When you didn’t move, he tilted his head and gestured towards the stairs. His meaning was clear. Leave.

Afraid he would change his mind, you darted forward and bound down the steps on unsteady legs. You were still shaking and could already feel the soreness setting in. Your feet creaked over the porch and crunched across the dry grass. You spotted the hatch in the middle of the street.

As you approached it, you looked back at the house you had come from. Michael stood in the window through which you had watched him kill Claudette, as unmoving as a statue. You held his gaze for a moment. He had spared you this time. You somehow doubted it would be the same next time.

You jumped into the blackness of the yawning hatch.

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14 + 26: Characters of your choosing.

Thank you! (I assume these 2 messages went together sdkhasd)

SO: Massage fic + bodyguard au

I CHOSE TOMURA X READER bc if I'm being told to feel better soon why not try and feel better with self indulgence. Revelry in Decadence. Hope u like this. ore bodyguard than massage, but,, yes. :3c

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You couldn't believe you were being let into the Paranormal Liberation Front! Well, okay. You could, because they were fairly lax with their new members and you'd signed up because certain jobs had pay, as in, cold hard cash, and you needed cash; you weren't really one for cults or big groups- they made you nervous, but hey, money was money.

No, what was unbelievable was the position you were in now.

So you had been born lucky, right? Your quirk was strong, you'd always been praised for it. You could make people faint with eye contact. You could've gotten a job somewhere less shady easily if you didn't have a criminal record. But here they apparently didn’t care about that kind of thing, and appreciated your quirk, maybe too much...You'd planned on making a quick buck and leaving, but that idea was quickly slipping out of sight.

You were told you would be Tomura Shigaraki's bodyguard.

Yeah, that Tomura Shigaraki. Kidnap hero kids, jump off a moving truck, fight a whole city Shigaraki. You'd heard his little..speech? If it could be called that, earlier, standing to the side of the crowd. You had barely been able to see him from where you had been, and you expected to never get closer.

Ah.

Well.

You were wrong.

"I-I'm hardly qualified. I mean, he took down the big guys under you, didn't he? I wouldn't be better at defending him than he already is-"

"Nonsense! Your quirk is well suited for this. He's undergoing a few procedures for the next few months and will be unable to do much. And you've shown loyalty to us plenty!" Normally you'd be stunned the CEO of Detnerat Co. was talking to you, but mostly you were stunned about the fact you were in a room with him and Tomura freakin' Shigaraki and a doctor you didn't recognize. The doctor was shuffling around, muttering to himself. Tomura was sitting on a medical table, swinging his feet.

"This is who you hand picked? What kind of quirk do they have? Show me."

You hesitated, eyes staying firmly on the ground. "I wouldn't want to, erm, hurt anyone-"

"Is it non-lethal? Use it on Re-Destro."

“Sure go ahead!”

The businessman sounded sure, so you looked in his eyes and he fainted. His head made an unsettling noise when it hit the linoleum floor.

"He'll be out a few minutes. Usually it only lasts around ten at most." You fidgeted. "Should I have gotten a pillow?"

Shigaraki snorted. "He's survived worse." 'From me.' Was the unspoken. "How does it work?"

"I just have to make eye contact."

"You can't turn it off."

"No. But I've gotten really good at staring at my own feet."

“Sunglasses?”

“No, sir, I haven’t found any that work.”

He was staring at you pretty intensely now. You could feel him from your peripherals. You had gotten really good at ignoring people staring, but you really wanted to know what kind of look he was giving you. After a few more tense seconds, he spoke.

“You must have good control then. You’re hired.”

You were so surprised you slipped up and looked at him with wide eyes, and oh god, oh fuck.

The first day of your new job started with you making your boss faint.

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The first week brought a schedule for you: first thing, you woke up and showered and ate- about fifteen minutes worth of blissful alone time at the base before you headed to the medical bay, standing outside the door. Shigaraki kept a weird schedule that his naggy doctor insisted was unhealthy, so he was up early too, complaining about that, and reminding you every time he passed through the door that he still had a lump from your quirk. You would stare at your feet the first few days, bright red and praying he wouldn’t fire or kill you for it, but he seemed to be joking, so after the first few days you tested the waters and teased back, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Oh, Medusa has a sense of humor after all.” You looked at his crutches; they’d been decorated with stickers and scribbled on with markers, several different signatures. You’d thought people were supposed to sign casts and not crutches, but you didn’t say that; the original league stopped by enough that you could guess they were behind it, and almost guess whos handwriting was whos.

“Medusa?” You crossed your arms. “Is that my official code name now, sir? I don’t have snake hair, unless something’s changed since the last time I’ve looked in the mirror.”

“Can you even look in a mirror? Won’t you faint?” Oh, and you’d heard that one at least a million times. You huffed, rolling your eyes. The come back came easily, in the same tone he’d used.

“Can you even jerk off? Won’t it disintegrate?” And, oh, hello foot, nice to see you in mouth. You had never been so glad you couldn’t look at people, because you did not want to see that glare, no, noooo thank you. You had this horrible tendency to not think before speaking, and it was going to get you killed for sure. Except he was snorting, not killing you, so, yay?

He didn’t answer you though, and you were left alone in the hall to wonder, your only solace was that he was maybe wondering about you, too.

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“Y’know, it won’t do much good if someone decides to attack and you can’t see if it’s a friendly or not.”

“A friendly won’t be shooting or using their quirk on me. Also, all your friends greet me, I know who’s shoes to look for.”

“Medusa is popular now, huh.”

You had been employed a little over a month now, and had gotten into a nice groove of standing against a wall, staring at the floor for several hours at a time. You’d gotten really good at daydreaming, and had several stories running in your brain at any given time, plots interlinking. Heck, you could quit this villain bodyguard stuff and start a podcast or something, those were popular right? Probably wouldn’t pay as well, but passion projects rarely did.

“I guess. Hey, when do you eat?”

“What?”

“I mean, I don’t get a lunch hour. Not complaining, but do you get to eat in there?” Actually, you had no idea what sort of ‘procedures’ he was undergoing; he always came back with more bandages, limping and sometimes even in a wheelchair. Some days seemed easier than others, sometimes he’d come out of that room hours later than expected, not even bothering with banter, and you were most concerned those days.

You were concerned in a professional way, of course, because he was your boss, even if he was young and fun to talk to, and it never ever bordered on flirting, not even if his voice was nice and a little hot-

You cut that train of thought short.

“I have food.” He confirmed. “You don’t eat at all during the day?”

“I have breakfast and dinner sometimes, but-”

“Come eat with me today.”

You blinked. “Doesn’t that defeat the point of a body guard? I’m suppose to stay out here?”

“Who’s the boss exactly?”

You shrugged, following him in. Hey, couldn’t argue with that. Also, you couldn’t argue with free food. It wasn’t even hospital food, it was like, good food! You could feel his eyes on you because you were kinda pigging out, but free was free!

“So long as you’re with me it should be fine.”

“Mfm?” Your mouth was still full of food, so the question came out muffled, but he humored you.

“I’m saying you should eat lunch in here, at least. The doctor is out for a while around this time anyway.”

“I thought you were the boss, why does it matter if he’s out?”

“It’s not like I know anything about this medical crap.” you looked around the room, unable to parse what any of the equipment did either. “I need his help, so…”

“Oh.” You knew asking what they were doing might be pushing the lines of how much he was willing to give, so you stared at the wall behind him. It was hard to not let your eyes drift towards him. Only seeing his torso and below was driving you a little crazy, and it wasn’t like you were totally oblivious to your own feelings, but still; he was your boss and that was definitely an inappropriate crush to let develop. “I probably shouldn’t eat in here then, huh?”

“You won’t? You don’t want to?”

“I.. shouldn’t.”

You could hear his chair scrape against the floor, and your breath hitched when his hand was on the table in front of you.

“I want you to. Didn’t you just remind me I’m the boss?” And he was crouching beside you, so quickly that you had to turn your head. He was inches away, so close you could feel his body heat. “Well? Or are you going to make me go stand in the hall with you to eat every day?”

“So gentlemanly,” You murmured softly, your voice catching in your throat. “Asking me to lunch. I guess if I don’t have a choice, sir.”

“Is it such a chore for you? Do you hate me that much?” There was a teasing tone to his voice; you wouldn’t figure out until later what he was really asking.

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So, professionalism had totally been thrown out the window, kicked to the curb, and given the boot. You were originally supposed to ‘guard’ the room where he was vulnerable due to...’operations’, but you were eating with him, and following behind him to meetings. ‘Just in case’, he’d said, but you wondered. And it made you weirdly proud, to know you were wanted by someone so important to the whole organization.

Or, maybe you’d been properly brainwashed into a cult. This was how people became stupidly devoted to the cause. You weren’t going to slip down that slope, or at least that’s what you’d thought, but…

Someone interloped into the meetings and pulled out a gun. It was a bad day for Tomura, he was already snappy and heavily bandaged, so it was your first time getting to defend him. And you hadn’t even hesitated.

You caught a bullet in your shoulder, but managed to look the guy in the eyes, and he dropped like a fly. Four villains were on him instantly, but your breath was still ragged, clutching your shoulder and eyes darting around wildly. Assessing threats, putting yourself in front of your boss.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“My job. Sit down.” You were surprised to hear your own voice come out so stern. “We need to get you out of here.”

“I can-”

“What, fight? You can barely walk today, and I was hired for a reason. Let me do my job, sir.”

He actually shut up- you were amazed.

You got him to the med bay, both of you slow, him because he was covered in bandages, and you because there was a bullet in your arm.

“I want you to look at me.”

“You know I can’t-”

“It just can’t be eye contact, right? I’m not looking at you, so…”

You looked at him, and you didn’t find the cold eyes of a villain, but warm red eyes that were full of concern, pointed firmly at the wall. He was beautiful. You, selfishly, didn’t want to stop looking, even if it meant him fainting and you bleeding out.

“I wanted to look at you, too.” You let your eyes drift back to your lap. “So what’re we going to do about your quirk? I can’t be the only one hating my quirk right now,” You let your hand drift to his, resting it right on top of it. You had your suspicions, but you wanted to hear it from him; you wanted to know he was going as crazy as you were.

“You have a bullet wound.” He said in a deadpan voice, and you were laughing again.

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So you’d healed up nicely, a few weeks had past…

And you hadn’t heard from Tomura. You’d shown up one day, and the doctor had waved you off, saying Shigaraki would ‘be under’ for a few weeks. You had demanded to know what that meant, and the doctor had asked in a very condescending tone if you had clearance to know that.

Hmfph. You should have if you didn’t already!

So you loitered around. The paychecks hadn’t stopped, even if you weren’t really doing anything important. Sometimes you’d wander to the loading docks where the trucks dropped off supplies and would help unload, just to keep busy with something, anything to distract you.

Then, one day, you got a notice you were to be at your post the next day and actually made a very loud, high pitched noise. You could’ve sworn it set off a nearby pack of dogs.

You didn’t even wait until the next day, you practically sprinted to the med bay.

“Tomura!”

“Don’t come in here yelling, Medusa.”

“I wanted to see you.” You whined. You wanted to see above his arms, actually; they looked more rough than usual; he was still in a medical gown, barefoot on the medical bed.

“Well, I want to touch you.” He snapped.

Oh. You sucked in a breath.

He finally admitted it.

“Are you on drugs?”

“What?”

“Like, uh, hospital drugs- like- the ones that make you loopy-”

“I’m coming off them,” He admitted. “But I’m not lying.”

“Sure, okay.” You took a breath. “So how about this? You- you look at me all you want since I can’t look at you, and I’ll touch you since you can’t touch me. I’ll be your touch if you’ll be my sight?”

Was that too forward? No taking it back now, but-

“Deal, starting now.” He didn’t even hesitate.

“Now…?”

“Yeah. I’ve been unconscious for weeks, I’m pretty cramped up.”

Oh, of course. Yeah. Obviously.

You settled behind him, letting your fingers drift over his shoulders. His bare shoulders. You started to untie the gown, letting it drop to his lap. Modesty was out the window along with that professionalism.

“To be honest, I’ve been looking at you since you got hired. So I’ve already got a head start on this ‘deal’, you owe me a lot of touches.”

“Is that so?” You kneaded your fingers into his back, letting one hand roam to his neck and drift over it, brushing his hair over his neck as you went, slowly. He actually shivered.

“I don’t let a lot of people this close.” He admitted. “I hate pretty much everyone, but you…”

“You seem pretty sweet on your league. Not that paranormal whatever, but the guys who always bug you and hang around.”

“It’s different.” He leaned into your touch. “Different with you…”

“You’re so high right now.”

“I’m so sore. You have no idea what I’ve been through lately.” He sighed. “It’s done, though.”

“Hm? What is?”

“The operation was a success. Once I recover, I won’t need a bodyguard.” You paused only for a moment before twisting your thumb into his spine, and he let out a hiss.

“Don’t fire me, I got shot for you.”

“Well I know you’re no good at massages; what could I keep you around for?”

“Oh, you poor thing.” You leaned forward, letting your lips linger at his ear. “You think massages are the only type of ‘touch’?”

“...I’m giving you a raise.” He declared, and you laughed. Maybe you’d stick around regardless of money; you were having fun, and Tomura Shigaraki, yeah, that Tomura Shigaraki? The one that had totally seduced you into a cult? Well...

“Okay, I guess I don’t hate you either.” You confirmed, and his hum told you that was the right answer.

#anyone else .......miss the lov.....and Him...#i dont want to see ugly endeav*r anymore can i see my babies.....lmao #sorry for typos! i typed literally 90% of this on mobile on my lunch break JASKFHKJ #i dont have friends 2 sit with so i sit with my fanfics. ok #sanchoyowrites #bnha fic #this mc is More Spicy than watergun mc from warm healer......for the sake of this not being a 20 chapter fic dsfsadf #sanchoyoanswersasks #Anonymous

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Get to Know the Blogger

Can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen! Repost, don’t reblog!

1. FIRST NAME: My alias is KumaraDosha, and you can call me that, Kumara, Mara, or something else you have learned I go by. :3c

2. STRANGE FACT ABOUT YOURSELF: I have an extra half a vertebra in my lumbar spine, bigger on the left side, that makes my back less stable and more susceptible to pain and injury, and part of the reason I had to change my career from being a surgical technologist was because of that wear and tear.

3. TOP THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU FIND ATTRACTIVE ON A PERSON: ...I really don’t know how to answer this. Attraction is so finicky for me, and “aesthetically pleasing” really just depends on the person. I guess all I can say is the most identifiable “type” of person I’d be attracted to are sort of...waifish women? Maybe Scandinavian features, IDK. Something vaguely similar to Anya Taylor-Joy’s soft looks, any hair color.

4. A FOOD YOU COULD EAT FOREVER AND NOT GET BORED OF: Ice cream/shakes.

5. A FOOD YOU HATE: Olives.

6. GUILTY PLEASURE: Assigning characters of different fandoms Homestuck godtier classes and aspects.

7. WHAT DO YOU SLEEP IN: Usually an old, big shirt and pajama pants.

8. SERIOUS RELATIONSHIPS OR FLINGS: Serious relationships only, if not neither.

9. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN THE PAST AND CHANGE ONE THING ABOUT YOUR LIFE, WOULD YOU AND WHAT WOULD IT BE: I might go back and pick sonography as my major first, instead of trying nursing school, getting psychologically abused and mistreated by nursing teachers, having a breakdown and quitting, getting a surgical technology degree after being treated poorly by teachers/students/staff, quitting surgical tech work after 3 years due to depression/anxiety and physical strain, then coming back to school for a third time with past healthcare-school trauma and trying to get a bachelor’s in sonography. Then again, I learned a whole lot--educationally, about life, about the behaviors and cultures of healthcare workers, and about how people are--in those other schools/professions, so I’m not sure that’s worth giving up? I’d be very much richer right now, though, and not dependent on family or in debt. Plus, surgical technology is actually really cool (and still very much a passion of mine), and I don’t want to give those experiences and memories up. So maybe I’d just nix the nursing school, do surgical tech for a few years, and then go for sonography. Who knows, man; life and its consequences are so unpredictable.

10. ARE YOU AN AFFECTIONATE PERSON: Probably not. I am very sensitive to rejection if I’ve been honest or vulnerable, so I usually only gush over people I trust and honestly feel that way about.

11. A MOVIE YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN: I really don’t know if there’s any like that for me?? But I guess The Signal is a movie I like to show people and watch with them, because many haven’t seen it, and I find it fascinating. I also love Tron Legacy a whole lot.

13. YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO KEEP ANY ANIMAL AS A PET, WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE: I would choose a Samoyed dog, if I were able to have it well-taken-care-of (which I can’t do at this point, which is why I don’t have one).

14. TOP FIVE FICTIONAL SHIPS: Oh boy, uh. At the moment? It’s hard for me to give any ultimate lists, because they can all be terribly mishandled or cringe depending on how they’re portrayed, which often somehow turns out to be popular in the fandom, and that spoils it for me a little bit... You know what, screw the rules; I’ma throw out a bunch--six from BNHA that I favor atm and then a diverse cast of some oldies I still like that will be more than five. Not particularly in order of rank...

From BNHA, Monoma Neito x Shinsou Hitoshi; Monoma Neito x Midoriya Izuku; Monoma Neito x Kuroiro Shihai (there may or may not be huge RP bias here); Bakugou Katsuki x Uraraka Ochaco; Bakugou Katsuki x Todoroki Shouto; Shigaraki Tomura x Dabi.

From other fandoms... Kuja x Terra (Dissidia Final Fantasy), Genos x Sonic (One Punch Man), Akabane Karma x Asano Gakushu (Assassination Classroom), Beyond Birthday x L Lawliet (Death Note, but ONLY from an epic-long series of canon-divergent fanfictions that nobody’s going to have heard of), Yami Bakura x Yami Yugi (Yu-Gi-Oh!), Aoba x Noiz (Dramatical Murder), Matsuoka Rin x Nanase Haruka (Free!), Eridan Ampora x Sollux Captor (Homestuck), Caliborn x Dirk Strider (Homestuck), The Batter x Zacharie (OFF), Sniper x Spy (Team Fortress 2). ...The hate/enemies/rivals ships are kind of a theme, aren’t they.

15. PIE OR CAKE: Cake.

16. FAVORITE SCENT: At the moment, I really like the Snowflakes and Cashmere body wash at Bath and Body Works. Also Butterfly Flower. Also give me baking cookies or blueberry muffins.

17. CELEBRITY CRUSH: They all disappoint me. They’re just human beings, often not very good ones.

18. IF YOU COULD TRAVEL ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD YOU GO: Heaven, bitch. (Okay, maybe an island resort or a cruise or something.)

19. INTROVERT OR EXTROVERT: Introvert who can appear extremely extrovert in comfortable company. I guess ambivert fits better.

20. DO YOU SCARE EASILY: Depends. In real life, I’d say not really, but if you can find a way to trigger my imaginative paranoia, then maybe. I can’t play scary video games, because they make me way too tense, but I absolutely love watching other people play them, and I get very scared, especially by jumpscares (but in a fun way, LOL). I also love watching horror movies (though most are embarrassingly un-scary). I do not like jumpscares in movies. Cheap. I also love reading/hearing creepy stories that are presumably true (that’s usually what triggers my imaginative paranoia and puts me in a bad headspace, but whoops, still interesting to me).

21. IPHONE OR ANDROID: I’ve only ever had iPhone.

22. DO YOU PLAY ANY VIDEO GAMES: Yeah. I wish I played more, but I seem to procrastinate a lot on playing games for some reason, and I’m not that good besides. I prefer PC to consoles, and I have tons and tons of games on Steam (many that I haven’t gotten around to trying yet), but I also have a PS4 and Nintendo Switch. Games of note that I have played a decent bit are Zelda Breath of the Wild, Fallout 4, Skyrim, Darkest Dungeon, Smash, Saints Row 3 and 4, many of the Final Fantasy games... And a heck ton more, uh.

24. WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH A MILLION DOLLARS: Pay off debts, share with family/friends, charity, invest in rich people stocks or whatever, and also live a nice-ass life. Honestly not sure if I’d quit working entirely...? I tend to get depressed if my life doesn’t have meaning like that. I have to give something back to the world. Besides, a million dollars literally lasts like under 20 years in normal circumstances...? That’s not something you retire on as a young person, unless you’re investing well...which I would need help figuring out how to do. I hate managing money.

25. FICTIONAL CHARACTER YOU HATE: Off the top of my head, probably Jane Crocker and Aranea from Homestuck.

26. FANDOM THAT YOU WERE ONCE A PART OF BUT AREN’T ANY LONGER: Trigun fandom! I still love that series...!

tagged by: @galaxythixf

tagging: You, but only if you like me, even if from afar. :3c

#OOC #personal #dash games

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Eighty-Six: Listen to the Song ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

“So, this is it, huh? Last collegiate performance.”

Walking beside his brother, Itachi glances over before nodding. “It is...I’m certain it will be bittersweet. But I already have a seat in the city’s local orchestra for the coming season. I won’t be without a place to play for long.”

Sasuke keeps hands tucked in his pockets, expression a bit unreadable.

“...surely you’ll still come to the performances? You’ve never missed a single one.”

“Yeah, of course...so long as I can afford it,” the younger brother replies, managing a small smile but still watching the sidewalk.

“I’m sure I can pull some strings if need be.”

Silence falls for a time before Sasuke speaks again. “...guess it’s just...gonna be weird. Knowing you’re not on campus anymore, or…” Shoulders shrug.

“I won’t be going far, Sasuke. At least, not for a good while. If opportunity calls elsewhere, I may leave...but for now, I have a place here. Besides, I still have two weeks before the semester ends.” Watching his brother thoughtfully, Itachi then offers, “Would you like to come to one of the rehearsals? A little backstage pass, so to speak?”

That earns a glance. “...would that be okay?”

“I highly doubt anyone will mind. Besides, there’s someone there you’ll likely want to see again.”

Sasuke frowns. “...are you doing another duet…?”

Before he can stop it, Itachi snorts. “Well, yes...but that’s not what I mean.” Brows lift. “Hinata will be there.”

“She’s performing again?”

“Sadly, no. But she’s been assisting with setups and arrangements. She’s attended every group practice so far and has been a great help. I’m sure she’d be happy to see you.”

Ever so slightly, Sasuke’s shoulders hunch. “It’s not like we’re friends...we just talked for a few minutes after your last concert.”

“Oh? Well...I must have misread her asking about you then,” the elder brother replies blithely.

“...she asked about me?”

“Yes, every so often. Hinata seems rather curious about you. I indulge her when I can, but I’ve tried to leave some questions for you to answer.”

“...are you setting me up?”

“I might be. Is that so bad?”

“You’re turning into Mom.”

“Oh please, Sasuke,” Itachi replies, looking jokingly offended. “I suggest much better girls for you than Mother does.”

They both break into snickering, and Sasuke can’t help but feel his spirits lighten. As much as he might fear his brother entering a new era of his life, and what that might mean for time they can spend together...it’s good to know that, for now, things are still the same.

“Okay, yeah - I’ll come to your practice - I can just bring my work with me.”

“It will be Friday afternoon - you’ll have all weekend to work, won’t you?”

“Well, yeah...but -”

“Just consider it a small break,” Itachi insists.

Reading him like a book, Sasuke grins. “Okay, okay...I’ll spare more time for talking to her.”

“Brilliant.”

Whatever will make his brother happy.

By week’s end, Sasuke actually has a rather light homework load, anyway. He should be able to finish it all in the following day, then have Sunday to just...do whatever. Not that he tends to do much in his free time, anyway.

So, that’s less guilt about going to the music department Friday afternoon.

He’s only been in here a handful of times, and never for very long - usually just to meet his brother, or have a quick discussion better had in person than over text. Peering in a bit warily at first, he steps in and just...tries to look like he belongs there until finding the proper room.

It’s filled with a variety of instruments, and several are occupied as bits and pieces of warmup are had. Near the front of the room is Itachi, seated at his usual piano. And beside it, going over sheet music with him, is the same woman he dueted with in his last concert.

There’s a few moments where Sasuke watches them, unnoticed by the door. She’s standing while he sits, hip cocked toward him and leaning in, pointing at the paper. In turn, Itachi sits up, angled toward her and paying rapt attention.

“Cute, aren’t they?”

Almost jumping out of his skin, Sasuke turns to see Hinata beside him, looking gleeful at having caught him off-guard. “I...w-what?”

She nods toward the other pair. “Your brother! They were pretty friendly before the last performance...and I think it’s only getting worse.”

Before he can stop it, a glance back to them begets a bit of a pout.

“Not j-jealous, are you?”

“No…”

Only looking all the more convinced, Hinata changes the subject. “So, here to watch?”

“Yeah, Itachi thought I should. I was never...musically inclined, so most of this is all above and beyond me.”

“Aw, really? I’ve always loved music...I’ve practiced harp since I was very young. At first we tried piano, but...it wasn’t quite my style.”

Tearing his eyes from his brother, Sasuke realizes this is the part where he’s supposed to make conversation. “Itachi was always a natural. He was playing before I was even born.”

“He’s...five years older?”

“Mhm.”

“That’s funny, I’m five years older than my little sister! She’s going to be a freshman this coming year in high school.”

“She play anything?”

“Well...not instruments. She’s really into soccer and volleyball. I did a bit of the latter in high school, but...well, I w-wasn’t exactly varsity material,” Hinata laughs.

“Everyone’s got their own strengths.”

“So, what are yours?”

That earns a shrug. “Well...I’m planning on going into law, so...whatever that entails.”

“Oh, I see! My father’s a lawyer!”

“Really?”

“Yeah! If you ever need, like...an internship or something, I can ask him!”

Sasuke blinks. “...okay.”

“Hinata.”

The pair turn to Itachi. “Yeah?”

“You should have Sasuke listen to the song you’ve been working on,” the elder brother suggests. “We’re still warming up, so there’s time before we’ll need your help.”

“...o-oh! Um...okay.”

“Got something you’re practising?”

“S...sorta? There’s a songwriting contest this Summer, so...I’m working on a piece.”

“You wrote a song?”

“Yeah!” Emboldened by Sasuke’s wonder, Hinata perks up, smiling. “It’s not quite finished, but...I’ve been getting some tips from everyone, including your brother! You...wanna hear it?”

“Sure.”

Nodding, Hinata leads them toward the rear of the room where the harp she performed on stands. “Just, uh...don’t laugh if I mess up. I haven’t gone through it all very many times…”

“No way - I couldn’t even begin to play that thing. I’ve got no room to laugh.”

Taking her seat and adjusting some music on the stand, Hinata scans over it before giving a nervous glance. “Okay...um, here goes…”

Fingers lift, hovering over the strings for a long moment before beginning to pluck.

It starts slow, soft, and quiet. Staring out at nothing to better concentrate on what he hears, Sasuke listens as it builds in tempo, fluttering and dancing. He can almost see a scene play out in his mind, following the rises and falls of the music. It’s not like anything he’s ever heard before...though, granted, he tends to listen to anything but harp music. He’s more of a soft rock sort of guy.

Then it slows...and stops. And Sasuke finds himself blinking. Is that it…?

“That’s as far as I’ve gotten,” she admits sheepishly. “I haven’t figured out how to end it yet.”

“Well, what you’ve got is great. It’s very…” He doesn’t know good terms for describing music. “...lively. Like...it tells a story…?”

“That’s what I was going for! It sort of...narrates a little movie in my head,” is her next confession, hunching a bit in embarrassment.

“I think it’s awesome. I’ll have to hear the rest when it’s done.”

“...okay! I hope to have it done - at least the rough draft - by the end of the year. I want to have everyone’s opinions before they leave.”

“I’m sure my brother would still help you after.”

“He did say he would...he’s really nice.”

“Yeah...he’s pretty great.”

“Guess that means I might see you, too…?” There’s a hint of a hopeful lilt to her voice he’s not sure she intended to reveal.

“Yeah, sure. I dunno if I’d be much help…”

“Well, it’s still nice to have another opinion! Itachi tells me you’ve been to all his recitals. You might not make music, but you do know it. Even if you think you don’t. And...it’d be nice to see you over the Summer.” A light tinge of a blush blooms in her cheeks.

Sasuke can’t help but feel his own face warm. “...yeah.”

“All right Hinata, I think we’re ready!” Itachi calls, and both of them startle.

“Oh! I...better get over there. Gonna stay and watch?”

“Guess I might as well.” Itching his neck as Hinata dashes over, Sasuke does his best to ignore an ever-so-slight flight of butterflies in his stomach before following and sitting on a spare speaker. Watching as Hinata helps direct the pair through their piece, he forces himself not to stare.

...maybe it was a good idea to come, after all.

Guh, another late night! Had a lot of trouble getting into the groove of this one, but...I think it turned out all right! So this is a 'sequel' to a waaay earlier piece: day twelve, where Sasuke heard Hinata play her harp in a concert Itachi was also in. Give its musical focus, I figured it'd make sense to connect it to another entry with 'song' in the title, lol Looks like someone's got a crush :3c And by someone, I mean both of them, haha - all the better for some mutual pining before they give in and date! Maybe another entry will give me a chance to write some additional sequels - time will tell! But, for now, I need to get to bed. Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uchiha itachi #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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soundofez · 7 years

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The Color of Thunder

Tags: Adrien & Chloé*, Chloé/Nino, fake dating au, secret dating au, with adrinette romance and marino friendship in the far distant backdrop

Summary: It was supposed to be a double date, Adrien with Chloé and Nino with Marinette. Nino and Chloé showed up on time. Adrien and Marinette did not.

(characters connected with & are strictly platonic)

hahAHAHFFFFF I FORGOT TO POST THIS

this is……. from several months back, and was in fact my contribution to @project-ml’s project: sky zine— which is free, btw, and has even more fantastic art and fic by others of the pml crew

much love to @sarahcada and @altoblt5 for beta’ing this fic ♥ you can find this thing on ao3 orrrrrr you can keep reading :3c

“I worry for your future partner.”

“Hm? Why? Well, I suppose you should be worried that they won’t be able to keep up with how fabulous I am. What do you think of this color?”

“It’s a little darker than your usual eyeshadow. And, Chloé, I’m worried that you’ll be… too mean for them.”

“Aww, Adrikins, you’re cute.”

“I’m very aware, thanks. Not everyone is willing to put up with this much shopping— Here, just toss it in the basket if you want it.”

“You’re here, and we’re only faking it. You said it’s too dark?”

“I said it’s darker than your usual, but you could make it work. Also, I’m your friend, I know what I signed up for.”

“I guess. You really think it could work?”

“You’re the one who isn’t putting it back.”

“Yes, but… it reminds me of your… friend.”

“… Nino?”

“Yeah, him.”

“You like Nino?”

“Of course I don’t.”

“Chloé.”

“Well if he’s good enough for you, he’s good enough for me. But he’s with that pest, so this is all… ugh.”

“Marinette is not a pest, nor is she actually with— What about this color, exactly, reminds you of Nino?”

“Marinette is absolutely a pest— and look, it’s the color of thunder, just like his eyes.”

“Wow, you like him a lot. You do know that thunder is a sound, and that lightning is blue…?”

“I didn’t say they were the color of lightning, did I? I swear your tutors have put mush in your brains.”

“It’s science, Chloé.”

“Mush, darling, mush. We still need to pick up nail polish for our next date.”

“Wha— You’re not out of red already, are you?”

“Ladybug nails are in fashion, okay?”

Nino hopes viciously that Marinette and Adrien have fallen into a black hole. Yes! Fine! They like each other! That’s still no reason to abandon him with Chloé!

As if on cue, Chloé snarls and throws her phone on the table. Nino catches it automatically when it skids toward him.

“Give that back,” she demands.

“You’re the one who threw it,” Nino points out.

“Ugh, how are you even friends with my Adrien?” She doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she shoves herself to her feet and claws at Nino for her phone. “Give it!”

Nino backs away. “What are you, five—?”

“Is there a problem here, miss?”

Chloé turns to the waiter and stomps a foot. “Yes! He stole my phone!”

“If you hadn’t thrown it—”

They find themselves standing in the rain outside the restaurant.

Chloé is livid, shouting and screaming threats at the restaurant door. Nino rolls his eyes and walks away, texting Marinette and Adrien as he goes.

The rain makes typing more difficult, and he misses several keys. Annoying.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Home.”

Chloé’s hand catches Nino’s shoulder, reeling him to a stop. He glances at her irritably. “What?” she demands. “What’s the point of a date if you’re just going to ditch it?”

“We’ve been ditched,” Nino points out. “Has Adrien called back yet?”

“Let me think— oh wait, I don’t know, because you still have my phone, you thief. Has the pest called you?”

“No, Marinette has not. Here, take your phone back.”

Chloé snatches the device from Nino’s hand. “He hasn’t replied.”

“I figured. Bye.”

“Wait!”

Nino pinches himself, hoping to escape the nightmare, and gets a stinging cheek for his troubles. He sighs and turns back to Chloé. “What?”

“You’re not just going to leave me here, are you?”

“That was the plan.”

Chloé’s lower lip wobbles.

Nino palms his face. He could just leave, he tells himself, because Chloé is not worth the headache, no matter how pretty she is. He peeks through his fingers at her. Definitely crying. She even sniffles for good measure, and even though he knows it’s fake, he groans and sticks out his hand anyway. “Fine, I’ll walk you back to your place.”

She stares at his hand. When he starts to take it back, though, she seizes it. “In the rain?” she asks skeptically, looking up at him. “It’ll ruin my hair.”

“Well, it’s ruin your precious blowdry or stand around all night, and I am not standing around all night.”

She resists his tugging, but after a moment she hesitantly steps out into the rain. “It’s cold,” she complains. “If I get sick, you’d better cough up the money.”

“Yeah, whatever, let’s just get this over— Was that a pun?”

Chloé looks sly. “You’re not Adrien’s only friend.” She points across the street. Nino squints along the line of her finger as she says, “Compensate me for this awful date.”

She’s pointing at a movie theatre. Nino is skeptical. “The movies?”

“We were supposed to be on a double date,” Chloé says innocently. “No reason to cut it short just because Adrien didn’t make it.”

“If you’re not careful, I might start thinking you like me,” Nino grumbles, but he lets her tug him toward the theater.

“Me? I would never.”

“Yeah, I know, you’ve only got eyes for your sweet precious Adrikins.”

Chloé pouts at him. “We love each other dearly.”

“Uh-huh.”

“We do!”

“Sure, Chloé.”

They agree surprisingly quickly on which movie to watch. By the time they emerge from the theater, the rain has stopped, though neither of them notice.

“They should have kissed,” Chloé sighs.

“What— They did kiss, though?”

“They should have kissed more—”

A couple stumbles around the street corner directly in front of Chloé and Nino, and they nearly bowl each other over.

“Marinette?” Nino asks incredulously, recognizing dark pigtails.

“Chlo!” Marinette’s companion yelps. It’s Adrien.

“Nino!” Marinette replies guiltily. “Sorry, we were just—”

“You two are together?” Chloé screeches. “Adrikins, no, this is too much. Nino, fine, Nino is fine, but Marinette?”

“Excuse you, I am at least as fine as Nino—”

“Did you just call Nino fine?”

“Absolutely not. And you! What were you doing feeling up Adrien in a side street, anyway? Nino isn’t enough for you?”

“I was not feeling him up—”

“You look pretty felt up,” Nino comments to Adrien.

Adrien grimaces back. “I wish.”

“What were you doing, anyway? It better have been good, since. You know.” Nino tilts his head toward Chloé, who is too busy bickering with Marinette to notice.

Adrien shakes his head mournfully. “Got held up by an akuma,” he explains. “Ladybug and Cat Noir only just set everything right.”

Nino glances skeptically down the side street his two friends had emerged from. “And you and Marinette were dumped alone together down a side street?”

Adrien blushes. “You and Chlo just came out of a theatre together,” he counters.

“That was Chloé’s idea. Because it was raining.”

“Maybe we aren’t dating!” Marinette bellows at Chloé, and Nino and Adrien both look at her, startled. “Just like you and—”

She shuts her mouth suddenly, glancing from Chloé to Adrien to Nino. “Nino, let’s go,” she mutters, grabbing his wrist and pulling him away.

“Text,” Nino mouths at Adrien, who nods back and tugs Chloé gently in the opposite direction.

“Did you start without me? I’m hurt.”

“You’re hurt? You ditched me last night.”

“Yes, and I’m sorry, but you know how awful my luck is with akuma attacks. Why do you have two unopened bottles of Ladybug Red? I thought you ran out.”

“I told you, Ladybug nails are in fashion. I need backups. And, by the way, I cannot approve of you and that pest. I refuse.”

“Marinette is not a pest. And you approve of her fashion sense, don’t you?”

“That’s different! Good taste does not a good person make.”

“That might be the wisest thing you’ve ever said.— That’s green, not black.”

“Hm? Oh, you’re right. Ugh, I always mix up Cat’s Eye and Cat Noir. You won’t keep seeing her, will you? She’s dating Nino, I thought he was your friend, I thought friends didn’t steal each other’s dates out from under their noses.”

“They’re dating about as much as we are. Nino’s been chill with us for a while. How is he, by the way?”

“He’s your friend. Wait, so they knew that we were also faking it?”

“Maybe. You should text him! He’s your crush. Have you talked to him at all since last night?”

“Why would I?”

“Chloé. Gimme your phone.”

“No.”

“Chlooooooo.”

“You’ll get nail polish all over it— Hé! Give it back!”

“No can do, sorry— Ow! Did you just bite me?”

“Yes! Ugh, he’s really rubbed off on you— wait, what are you doing?”

“Message sent. Have fun!”

#miraculous ladybug #nino lahiffe #chloé bourgeois #chlonino #fez scribbles #fez writes #create a year #m06d24 #i have a feeling s2 might have broken this fic #but also i haven't seen s2 yet at all rip #no spoilers pls #i've done a fantastic job of not stumbling over any so far and i would hate to lose that

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decembercamiecherries · 7 years

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How about a "7 Minutes in Heaven" prompt in a high school/college AU? >:3c I feel like having the boys play spin the bottle at a party would be hilarious! Imagine how mortified Killua would be when Gon is the person who is matched to be shoved in the closet with him?

It would be hysterical XDDDD I cracked up when I read this request. Okay lets do this!

We’re going to do a college au bc that’s so much more fun :3 I hope you it, thank you for waiting so long for me to get this out!

(Part two can be read here)...(Part three can be read here)

Killua had a bad feeling about this game before his so called ‘friends’ even explained the rules. And then, after they did explain the rules, he immediately wished he had left the party within the first ten minutes like he’d originally planned.

But then Killua looked up to meet brown-gold that glittered brightly with curiosity and interest, and he knew he had to stay.

Killua hadn’t spent time with Gon in a very, very long time, despite the undeniable fact that they were each other’s best friends. That was the problem with college- the second one class assigned work, the rest followed suit until Killua found himself awake at three in the morning trying not to pull his hair out in frustration. This was actually the first time he’d been able to see Gon in nearly two weeks.

So. He had to stay. For Gon.

But that moment of weakness turned out to be the biggest mistake of Killua’s entire life. Because with Killua’s shitty luck, it was only natural that the stupid coke bottle would land on him, then Gon.

Of freakin’ course.

“Ooooooo, Seven Minutes in Heaven for Gon and Killua!” Palm cooed and Killua grounded his teeth together hard enough for his jaw to ache. “Get going, you two!”

Gon’s brow was furrowed in confusion. “I don’t get it. What’s-”

“Shut up!” Killua forcefully pulled Gon off the floor and away from their circle of friends that whistled and clapped at their retreating backs. He was going to murder these people before the night was over for doing this to him. With Gon of all people. Damnit!

“But, Killua! I’ve never heard of Seven Minutes in Heaven before, I don’t know what we have to-”

“I said,” Killua hissed as he yanked Palm’s closet door open. “Shut up! Just- get in the closet!”

Gon took one look at Killua’s face and visibly paled. He ducked into the closet without another word and Killua followed, slamming the door shut behind them.

It wasn’t a big closet which, admittedly, was the whole point of this insane game. Killua barely had enough room for his shoulders to fit and couldn’t see a single thing in the dark. But he could definitely hear the sound of Gon’s breathing less than a feet away from him and Killua knew without a doubt that if he tried to move his arm, they would touch.

Killua was not going to do that though, because he would sooner die or melt into a puddle than try to make a move on his best friend who just also happened to be his crush for the past three years. He almost wished he could melt into a puddle because then maybe he could slide out under the door crack and bolt-

“Killua?” Gon’s voice was very quiet but it filled the entire space.

“What.”

“Um. What are we supposed to do in here?”

Warmth exploded across Killua’s cheeks. He didn’t need to see his face to know it had to be growing redder than a stop sign.

“N-Nothing,” he said and immediately cursed himself for stuttering.

“It didn’t sound like nothing, though.”

“Well, you heard wrong, then.”

“Killua.”

Gon was pouting, he knew. And Killua could never resist Gon’s ridiculous pout even in the pitch black of a closet.

“Its….” God, what Killua would give to not be explaining this right now. “Its a game in which two people have to stay in a closet for seven minutes.”

“Like we are now.”

“Yeah.”

“But, what else? There has to be something else.”

Killua’s hands curled into claws. “I can’t believe you don’t know this. Remind me when we get out of here to sit your ass down and explain every single party game to ever exist-”

“Killua, you’re stalling!” Gon whined. There was a shuffling sound and Killua was suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that Gon had just moved even closer than they already were. “Just tell me what it is!”

His heartbeat was very loud and heavy in his chest. He could feel every thud all the way down to his toes. Somewhere in the mess of his spinning thoughts, Killua distantly wondered if Gon could hear it, too.

“Killua…”

Killua jerked at the hot hand that brushed against his. How Gon knew where his hand was, he didn’t know. He didn’t get why Gon was lacing their fingers together, either, but his mind too jumbled at the moment to protest.

He took a shuddering breath to calm his racing heart.

It didn’t help.

“While you’re in the closet, y-you’re supposed to. Um.”

Gon’s whisper washed over Killua’s burning skin. “You’re supposed to- what?”

Killua shrunk back into the closet’s wall. Gon was way too close. He was cornering Killua, leaving no room to escape.

Killua wasn’t sure if he could escape even if he wanted to, at this point; Gon was all around him, his scent his voice his body. Killua’s senses were being overwhelmed with Gon. He was drowning in it.

“I, I don’t-” Killua said weakly as his knees started to buckle.

“Killua,” Gon said again, voice shaking slightly with something that sounded suspiciously like suppressed laughter. His free hand slid around Killua’s waist, helping him to stand but also pressing their bodies together, and Killua just barely held back a shiver at the possessive touch. “Are you sure you know what this game is about?”

Killua squeezed his eyes shut. If he wasn’t so dizzy right now, he would’ve shrieked in frustration.

“You’re a fucking bastard,” he finally whispered and Gon’s laughter reverberated around them like bells.

“I know,” Gon said, a grin in the lilt of his voice, and kissed Killua on the mouth.

(part two)

#message of this story:#gon is a troll #and killua needs to not underestimate him #haha #XD #dc writes #requests #killugon #killua zoldyck #gon freecss #palm siberia #she ships it #hunterxhunter #modern au #au #college au #two more requests to go #i'll do them later

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yumenosakiacademy · 7 years

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tagged by: no one. i saw someone @ "anyone" n i went "o~kay!"

RULES: answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. (i dont have that many friends heck you)

tagging: @hajimeme-hinata @ojamajodoremi @jyflbx @orangetsundere @redscotty and anyone else who sees this n wanna do it! have fun~! ^w^

coke or pepsi: Coke

disney or dreamworks: Both i guess?? maybe disney?

coffee or tea: Both r good but caffeine isnt the best 4 u so i dont rly drink it often unless it’s a few sips in the morning every so often as a pick-me-up... i drink cold sweet tea tho! glug glug

books or movies: movies r easier to watch but the books r written better so i dont kno. i dont rly watch movies OR read books a ton tho

windows or mac: Windows

dc or marvel: De/adpool is from marvel but teen ti/tans r from dc n those r the only comic book characters i rly read/watch from their of those so im torn.. prob dc tho bc i luv te/en titans. ive read some De/adpool comics n theyre Funny tho

xbox or playstation: playstation! fun fact: i have a playstation 2 (in storage) and a playstation 3!

dra/gon age or mass ef/fect: never played either of em

night owl or early riser: night owl all the way baybee

cards or chess: cards

chocolate or vanilla: vanilla but chocolate is! also v v good. both. but vanilla by a smaaaall margin

vans or converse: i dont wear either of em lol

lavellan, trevelyan, cadash, or adaar: I had to look this up n i dint play dr/agon age sry mate

fluff or angst: fluff! angst is PAWESOME n i luv torturing others by writing it so maybe both? but i prefer reading fluff more ngl

beach or forest: beach

dogs or cats: cats!! nyanyanya!!!!

clear skies or rain: clear skies

cooking or eating out: cooking bc eating out costs Money and fast food is prob more Unhealthy... dunno

spicy food or mild food: mild food

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: halloween! christmas costs money and on halloween i can trick or treat w haji! ^w^

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: binch im always too effin cold... but i dunno which one i'd choose tbh.. maybe a lil too hot? how much is "little" i need to know that before i can answer fully....

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: MAGIC! You can do so many things it's like having multiple powers! or if i cant choose that, then appearification, bc then i could make whatever objects i want, like money, food, cute clothes, anime mer/ch, etc all for Free >:3c

animation or live action: animation

paragon or renegade: ???? what's that nya? owo;;;

baths or showers: showers THEN baths. dont bathe in ur own germs. take a shower first then draw a bath n relax afterward! or sleep in the bath

team cap or team ironman: neither

fantasy or sci-fi: fantasy!

do you have three or four favourite quotes? if so what are they: i kno of a few that i have saved so! “Dreams, like sea turtles’ eggs… Most of them.. are crushed, but… no matter how many tears one sheds, you cannot stop giving birth to them, can you…” (shinkai kana/ta, en/stars), “If I’m wishing for a dream that can’t come true, then I’ll just embrace the hurt past and have a dream I won’t wake up from.” (L/ost time Memory), "You don't have to 8e alive to make yourself relevant. And you don't have to 8e a good person to 8e a hero. You just have to know who you are and stay true to that. So I'm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how. 8y 8eing me." (Vr/iska Serk.et, Hom/estuck)

youtube or netflix: youtube!

harry po/tter or percy jack/son: neither. n ive only seen the movie 4 per/cy jackson: light/ning thief

when you feel accomplished: when I get stuff right in class or make someone happy!

star w/ars or star t/rek: neither

paperback books or hardback books: paperback! hardback costs more money n is heavier n stuff

horror or rom-com: rom-com

to live in a world without literature or music: ummm we need literature to read n grow smarter that's how we get our education n stuff so even tho i listen to music 24/7, for the sake of humanity we'd need literature

pastel colours or dark colours: pastel

tv shows or movies: tv shows

city or countryside: city

if any other zodiac sign could describe you, what would it be: umm.. i dunno abt zodiacs much tbh! sry ;;;

if you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life what would it be: "Forever" by Mys/tery Skulls

cinema or theatre: cinema

if you could be any fictional character’s best friend, who’d you be: arashi!! i want her to pat my head n take me out shopping n we’ll compliment eachother n look at cute makeup together aaa... or rox/y lalonde bc shes so funny n cool! they're both so nice n i Luv them!

smiling or smirking: both!

are you an ‘all or nothing’ type or are you more consistent: umm... dunno!

playlists or your whole library on shuffle: playlists, but i usually just listen to songs on you/tube bc i dont have a "library"! fan/mixes count as pla/ylists tho so!

travelling or staying at home: staying at home for sure. travelling costs money, i'm lazy, theres almost nothing i'd consider fun abt travelling either, nor would i want to learn languages to visit countrues that arent english-speaking. no thanks. even travelling in america or europe would prob be.. Boring. no thanks.

books or fanfiction: fanfiction most DEF!!

If you could live in a fantasy world, what world would it be: i.. dont know an answer, sorry.... ;;;;

What fictional character do you think you're like? Bonus- Give reasons: ...Depends on who you ask tbh..... but i think maybe Nep/eta Leij/on from Hom/estuck bc im cheery nyanya n kitties n stuff! or Yu/ta Ashuu from Bp/ro bc we both try to get our friends to lighten up and we;re happy but we still kinda have insecurities n stuff so.. also i can sing like him! n i used to be an idol, yanno~! but these 2 it’s, yknow, for when i'm happy n stuff n around my friends or ppl i dont mind! ^w^ not around family or most classmates tho. nonono.

#ya dont gotta if ya dont wanna ! n the fictional character question is mine! thats the one i added on like the rules said to do~#long post #info

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