#holy heck this was longer than anticipated | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

theprocrastinatingredkitty · 3 years

Text

Anyone noticed how Na-Kyum now seems to take control of the kiss in chapter 78 compared to chapter 39 when both situations have had an audience?

compare c39 to c78:

In c39, Na-Kyum was unaware that the tailor and Kim were already out of the shop, as Seungho was blocking his view, that’s why he still had a sweatdrop. He feared he may be the object of disgust if they saw him kissing another man

Yet in c78, we see not even a single sweatdrop in the kiss. The sweatdrop happened up until Na-Kyum saw Seungho appear and until the part where the rouge was applied on his lips. He was even blushing at the mere sight of him just like in c39

And notice the difference on the picture of the kiss:

First panel we have Seungho holding Na-Kyum’s chin to stop him from pulling away, his lips are also pressing firmly against Na-Kyum’s. But on the panel on the right, Seungho’s hands are not there to stop him from pulling away, as his hands are on Na-Kyum’s waist. Na-Kyum’s could’ve pulled away but he didn’t. Na-Kyum even tilted his head up instead of lowering it. There’s no sweatdrop on his cheek. His hands are slack on his lap. No blushing is also present in the kiss, indicating that Na-Kyum has control over it and is not ashamed of it. And his lips are the ones pressing firmly against Seungho’s, even the position of the puckered mouth tells me that Na-Kyum is now the one doing the tongue-sucking.

Heck, Na-Kyum even ✨M O A N E D✨

He only stopped moaning when he was caught by surprise from the sudden hug

Na-Kyum doesn’t give a damn about being modest anymore. His craving and the dire need of Seungho’s touch on him surpassed his reserve of maintaining dignity in front of a stranger

Seungho most likely hugged Na-Kyum because he noticed that Na-Kyum was now hard, just like in chapter 39. And Seungho had to conceal it in front of the merchant. BECAUSE HEAVEN FORBID THAT ANYONE OTHER THAN SEUNGHO WOULD SEE BAEK NA-KYUM’S HOLY ERECTION.

That is why he quickly carried him bridal style to hide it from any curious eyes.

And Na-Kyum was even more flustered and offended that the merchant had offered him rouge rather than the fact that he had been kissed in front of said merchant

Even in the bedroom, Na-Kyum’s opening up more and more:

1. He dared to raise his voice in surprise in front of Seungho when he realized that the music box was left in the hallway

2. He commented that the sun was still up, indicating that they should only do sexytimes at night. Seungho ain’t having it, tho, and threw a banter back at him, basically asking him, “So what if the sun is up? I am only kissing you and nothing more~ :> If you want more, all you have to do is ask :>” Seungho basically wants to suggest that Na-Kyum was the one wanting the sexytimes, not him, exposing that Na-Kyum is now opening up sexually

3. Na-Kyum voiced out his worries for Seungho for the second time

And note that in this panel:

The astonishment on Seungho's face tho. It's as though he never thought that someone would ACTUALLY worry for him. In my opinion, this is the first time he has heard of anyone worrying for him, and it came not from his family, but from a lowborn, the very one he had fallen in love with.😭

Na-Kyum is no longer rejecting Seungho’s touch, but he still has some reservations as hinted by his comment about it being still daytime, and should only do sexytimes at night

Both of them are so touch-starved. One has no reservations for doing such intimate things in the open, and the other still has hesitation from doing so. But Na-Kyum is unaware that his hesitations are now slowly disappearing, as proven by the kiss in front of the merchant. Slowly, Seungho’s habits of doing sexytimes “with no regard for place and time” will seep to Na-Kyum’s mind and body

By that time, a new rumor will soon arise and the merchant will be the one spreading it once more:

“THE GROOM AND BRIDE ARE THE MOST BRAZEN MEN I HAVE EVER SEEN. THEY ARE TRULY A MATCH.”

And is sure to be noticed by the tailor.

Recall, too, that after that scene, a new intruder arrived in the form of a public post about the civil exams. Since chapter 78 is the new chapter 39, we now have to anticipate the possible next scenario:

The shadow of Jung In-Hun looms with his return from the capital

Surely, In-Hun would catch on to the rumors that Seungho now has chosen a bride. He would confront Na-Kyum if such rumors were true, and--

Should he find the music box and realize its worth, HE COULD BE THE ONE TO STEAL IT, KNOWING HIS GREED AND AMBITION FOR POWER. HE COULD BLAME NA-KYUM THAT SUCH A LOWBORN SHOULDN’T POSSESS SUCH A PRECIOUS OBJECT, AS HE WOULD BE CARELESS.

A repetition of chapter 40 is soon to come with another possible confrontation between Na-Kyum and In-Hun. Inshit could reinforce to him that Na-Kyum had finally become a true prostitute, as he had been bought by the music box.

And this will sure wound the painter, telling him that it was not true, that it was given to him out of the goodness of Seungho’s heart, but this will be detrimental to Na-Kyum, as such a confession could indicate that Shithun could use this as an excuse to take Seungho down. Na-Kyum will surely break down, and another fight could ensue between SeungKyum just like in chapter 41, but.

Remember that Seungho had already told Na-Kyum that he will no longer frighten him. So what could Seungho do?

A POSSIBLE SHOWDOWN OF WORDS AND PROBABLY A HUNT COULD ENSUE. Na-Kyum might get tagged along, too

#potn analysis #yahwacheop analysis #potn #painter of the night analysis #seungho x nakyum #manhwa analysis

100 notes · View notes

bangtangalicious · 3 years

Text

the glow up | kth (2)

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, fluff, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: carrrrr sexxxx, public sex, dry-ish humping, exhibitionist, horny!reader, praise kink, taehyung calls you princess, softdom!taehyung, slightly awkward, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink for like 2 seconds, light spanking, body image issues, taehyung DRIVING with ONE HAND fffff

part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 masterlist

The events from Jimin’s party still weighed on you. After Taehyung had left you couldn’t look Jimin in the eye. This is not what you wanted. You just wanted to have fun. You did love Jimin, but Taehyung was right. What Jimin had said…the way he had derogated you all because you willingly had sex with someone you wanted to have sex with...was not okay.

Before you had been to overwhelmed to recall how exactly the whole thing started. But after sleeping on it, you found yourself back in the car, wind flowing through your hair.

“So” You said nervously, “What’s new? Any new girlfriends?”

Taehyung grinned, “Nah. What about you? Any princes for our little princess?”

You licked your lips, looking at how delectable his long neck was, how much you just wanted to wrap your arms around it.

“Ah…no. I actually…I wanna start hooking up with people”

“Oh?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows but kept his eyes on the road.

“I’ve had sex before…but it really sucked. I was just worried about crushing him, or if he thought I was…well…I don’t look like a porn star so. I just…wanna enjoy it, you know?”

Taehyung nodded. “Of course, you should enjoy it. Whoever you’re with should make you feel amazing. And stop worrying so much, people don’t care nearly as much as you think they do”

“I guess I just…” You turned to look at the world passing you by, “Don’t know where to start. I don’t know what I like” You had no idea why you were telling Taehyung this. His hand gently massaged the nape of your neck as the other one steadied the steering wheel.

“That’s valid. Just pick a fantasy and start exploring. What do you think about when you masturbate?”

You were grateful at how chill Taehyung was being about having this conversation with you. You realized you really took him for granted at times. He had always been really nice to you, and you really enjoyed his company. You never felt like you had to…try that hard around him. But you knew that was because you didn’t have a shot with someone like Taehyung. Not even now. He was one of the hottest guys from your hometown no question. You assumed he had two or three fuckbuddies in his back pocket at all times.

Taehyung was also openly bisexual. And that made you feel at ease in a way. It was as though because you knew about his sexuality you felt more comfortable to talk about your own.

“Well…” Your face was red, but Taehyung couldn’t see that luckily. “I wanna ride someone’s cock.”

Taehyung bit back a smirk, nodding in understanding. “And?”

“And…I want it to be risky. Like…in a movie theater…or a parking lot…somewhere I could get caught.” You inhaled sharply, thoughts putting you on edge. You rubbed your thighs together feeling the damp squelch of your arousal. You hoped Taehyung hadn’t noticed.

“Ooh. That sounds fun” He glanced your way quickly, noting your blushed state.

“Taehyung” You exhaled, gripping onto the car door tightly, spreading your legs so that the rough wind could ease your yearning a little bit.

“What’s up?”

“I…I…” What the heck were you supposed to say? How did guys initiate things anyway? You couldn’t exactly kiss him while he was driving. “Can I suck your dick?”

Taehyung almost jumped at your query, car jolting slightly before he recovered. He inhaled sharply. “Yeah, um…right now?”

“If that’s okay”

“Yeah…no yeah…um” He glanced down at his lap then back up at the road. “I don’t really know how to do this if I’m being honest y/n.”

“Uh…don’t worry I got it” You reached over to unzip his pants. Taehyung raised himself up just enough for you to tug them down to his knees, giving you access to his cock. It was big. You shivered in anticipation. You stroked him slowly, getting him to harden. You could hear his breathing get shaky. “Does that feel good?”

“fuck y/n of course it does” You couldn’t see his eyes because of his sunglasses but the way his jaw was clenched gave you evidence supporting his words. You look around. There’s a decent number of cars on the highway, but no one directly next to you guys. You decide it’s safe and crouch down into the vehicle, leaning over the console so your tongue could kitten lick his throbbing tip. Your chest pressed against his hand which was clenching the gear shift as you bent over. It was not comfortable.

You licked your lips and covered his tip, sucking slightly as your tongue flicked the opening. Taehyung groaned, pressing his foot down slightly causing the car to speed up.

“Tae”

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t comfortable”

He glanced down at you quickly and smiled, “Doesn’t look it.”

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Taehyung coughed. He glanced your way again, lowering his glasses to really look at your expression to see if you were kidding. You weren’t. “Go for it princess”

Careful not to block Taehyung’s line of sight, you somehow crawl into his lap so that you can straddle him. You make direct eye contact with the cars behind, whose driver’s look shocked and confused. This turns you on even more.

“I just want to make sure you know how illegal this is” Taehyung said.

“I don’t care” You exhaled, loving the way his raw cock head was pressed against your clit. You rolled your hips slowly. “Does that feel good Tae?”

Taehyung put one hand on your ass to help steady you and squeezed it affectionately. “Feels so good y/n. Shit. Is this really happening?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the almost childlike excitement in his voice. You began to roll your hips faster, humping him like you were in heat. Arousal shot through your veins. The feeling was addictive, and you didn’t ever want it to stop. You grinded your hips faster and faster, his cock roughly gliding against your barely clothed core, at times pushing the fabric and directly pressing against your soaking folds. You were a moaning mess. You let out streams of curses as you rode him like you couldn’t believe. You tugged his hair roughly, ignoring his whines of pain.

“T…taehyung” You stammered, slowing down. You felt his hand smack your ass making you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t you dare stop” His tone was gruff, and it sent shivers down your spine. “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you cream my cock princess?” He smacked you again. You picked up your pace, feeling the sweet friction guiding you closer to your high. You wished you could have his cock inside you, but you also did not want to get in a car crash.

“Want your cock Tae…” You screamed into the wind, “I wanna feel your cock inside me. So bad. God Tae…baby…fuck…I’m…” You squealed as your orgasm hit you like a truck. Taehyung could feel your wetness soak onto him through your swimsuit.

“That’s right princess…cum for me…you sound so sweet I could listen to you all day” He coos at you, lightly slapping your ass because that’s all he really could do without bringing you both near death. You wrap your arms around him and fall against his body.

“That was amazing” You exhaled.

Taehyung was still painfully hard.

“I’m gonna pull over” He announced. You nodded your head. “and then” He inhaled sharply “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you”

And that’s exactly what he did. He got off the highway at the next exit. You had no idea where you were, but Taehyung found an abandoned parking lot at some hardware store. He parked as far away from the main street as he could. The second the car stopped, he brought his hands to your face and kissed you. Your eyes widened, not expecting that from him.

“Y/n…I…Wow” He chuckled, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. “What did I do to deserve this? This is like, everything I’ve ever wanted”

“Let me help you now” You whispered seductively, grabbing his cock tightly and pushing the fabric aside to allow yourself to sink down onto his cock.

“Holy shit” Taehyung groaned, gripping your hips tightly as you bottomed out. His hands moved to latch under your knees and he lifted you effortlessly, cock buried in your cunt, out of the car, laying you back down on the head of the white convertible. His strength, the ease with which he could just manhandle you, it drove you crazy. You had never felt this good in your life. Taehyung practically tore your clothes off, not caring that they landed on the ground. He grunted as he rolled his hips, thrusting up into you at a perfect angle. “You’re so tight…so fucking tight princess. How have I waited this long for this…” He steadily piston his cock in and out of you.

“You love this don’t you?” He teased, “Spread out naked all for me. Anyone can come see how much you need my big cock”

“I love your cock Tae. I love it” You whined in agreement, wrapping your legs around him.

“Yeah I bet” He said gruffly “You’re so perfect for me princess, all wet…dripping all for me. You want daddy to cum inside you?”

You nodded dumbly, like you no longer could form words. Your brain had completely shut off, and all you could feel was sheer bliss from Taehyung thrusting into you perfectly.

“My perfect little princess. So good to me…so sweet riding daddy’s cock like that…mmm” He kissed your lips, then traveling down to your jaw, nipping at you harshly, then down to your tits, kissing every inch he possibly could.

“I can’t believe how good you feel” He groaned, “This is even better than in my dreams”

You took off his sunglasses so you could see his fucked out eyes. His pupils were completely dilated, and you could see the rampant pleasure on his gorgeous face. Sweat coated the roots of his pink hair. He clenched his eyes shut, savoring the way your pussy drank him up.

“Where can I cum y/n?”

You didn’t even hear him. You were too caught up in the amazing feeling.

“Y/n…quick…where can I cum? I can’t last much longer”

“I…I have an IUD…” You managed to mutter. Taehyung exhaled in relief.

“Good fucking girl. Ready for my cum hm? You want me to cum in you princess? Make you mine?”

“Yes…yes oh my GOD yes” Your eyes rolled back as you felt the hot liquid seep inside you. He cried out.

“my god princess, just like that, take my fucking cum” He sucked your tit harshly “I’m gonna fuck you up so good. You’re mine. My princess. My sweet sweet princess”

After he finished he quickly slipped out of you, then went to his trunk to grab a towel. You groaned at his absence, but he was back instantly wiping you up as you flinched with oversensitivity.

He took off his button down shirt and wrapped it around you as he picked up your clothes from the ground. You smiled at how tenderly he cared for you. He grabbed some water and handed it to you, taking another bottle for himself.

“Drink up” He tapped the bottle against yours and gulped the whole thing down. You watched the way his throat moved, feeling yourself heat up yet again. He put the bottles back in the car, then helped you into the back seat. He let you lay down comfortably, stroking your face as he lowered himself onto you, careful not to crush you beneath him. His smile reached his eyes and it made you feel elated. He left a soft kiss on your forehead. “I missed you so much y/n” Then another on your nose. “You have no idea” Another on each cheek, “how happy I am right now” another next to your mouth “because you’re back home”. Another at your jaw, pecking all over your face in the most loving way he could. “You’re so beautiful y/n…” He inhaled you deeply “fuck…am I dreaming?”

“No” You giggled.

He sighed, a goofy smile returning to his blissed out face. “Mmm we better get going…” He kissed you once more, lingering as long as he could, before helping you back into the passenger seat. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded. “Yeah…wow…that was”

“Yeah”

You dressed yourself quickly, giving Taehyung his shirt back. He stared at you a while longer, blinking almost as though he were in disbelief. You couldn’t blame him. It all happened so fast it seemed unreal. Before you knew it, you two were back on the road, only minutes from arriving at Jimin’s house.

<-----previous next----->

A/N: WOO okay, there it is. dw dw...i promise jimin will get his chance to shine.

#taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyungsmut #bangtan smut #friends to lovers #taehyung x you #bangtansmut #bangtansmutcentral #btssmutcentral #btssmutclub #taehyung imagine #taehyung fluff #taehyung fic

256 notes · View notes

janeykath318 · 3 years

Text

The Beard Effect (Shieldshock)

Getting invited to the super secret Avengers lair was a pretty big deal to a former “science minion.” The Accords had split the Avengers in half and those who had joined Steve Rogers in refusing to sign it were basically fugitives. It angered Darcy that the people who’d saved earth multiple times were being treated like criminals, just so the government had convenient scapegoats.

Jane and Darcy were both vocal opponents of the Accords because of the gross human rights violations and as a result, a lot of opportunities suddenly disappeared.

Jane went about muttering how she planned to portal Ross’s ass into outer space and Darcy was fully on board with that plan.

Unfortunately, before any portalling could happen, they ended up getting kidnapped again. This wasn’t their first rodeo and they managed to overcome the thugs and hijack their van, but it broke down in the middle of nowhere and the two of them were left stranded, with no way to call for help.

“What’ll we do now?” Jane asked

“Start walking,” Darcy suggested. “There’s bound to be some kind of civilization around here.”

Jane looked skeptical, but she shrugged and started walking. After an hour or so, they found a small lane that wound up and disappeared into the forest.

“That looks promising,” Jane said hopefully. “A Driveway!”

“Or the lane to a lair of villains or serial killers,” Darcy said, earning herself a glare.

“It’s starting to get dark, Darce. I think we have to take our chances. I don’t see any other signs of habitation.”

“True, but don’t come crying to me when an axe murderer is chasing you.” Darcy griped, but she started following the path, which turned out to be much longer than it looked.

“Don’t move!” A voice suddenly hissed from the shadows, stopping both women in their tracks.

“See? I told you!” Darcy crowed triumphantly.

A figure emerged from the shadows, brandishing a gun, which he quickly holstered after he saw who they were.

“Darcy?”

“Clint?” Darcy exclaimed, recognizing her favorite archer and partner in crime.

“How in the world did you get here?” Clint asked warily. “No one knows about this place.”

“Honestly, it was a complete accident,” Darcy told him. “We got kidnapped and escaped, but got stranded in the middle of nowhere and started walking, hoping to find other non-shady humans. This driveway looked promising, so here we are.”

Clint looked very concerned and quizzed them on their captors and where they’d left the van before speaking into his comm.

“I’ve explained the situation to Cap. He says to bring you up.”

“Steve’s here?” Darcy asked, heart doing a flutter of anticipation.

“Yep,” Clint grinned knowingly. He was well aware of the crush Darcy had on said Captain and used to tease her about it frequently.

“Shall I tell him you send your love?”

“No!” Darcy nearly shouted, face turning pink. “Just get us safely inside.”

“Whatever you say,” Clint said with a smirk, chuckling to himself as he led them to the plain looking ranch house at the end of the lane. There was another brief discussion over the comms and then they were being ushered inside.

It was the typical plainly furnished basic safe house, but it was cluttered in a well-lived in way. Darcy recognized Wanda, Scott and Sam right away and greeted them all enthusiastically. Then Steve Rogers walked in and put a halt to all coherent thoughts.

The man was gorgeous to begin with, but he’d let his hair get rather shaggy and—glory of glories—he’d grown a beard. He looked a bit world weary and tired, but he smiled right at her.

“Hi, Darcy, Jane.”

“Hi.” Darcy squeaked out, now doubly overcome from the smile AND the beard. She’d always had a weakness for bearded men, but Steve’s glorious specimen took that to a whole new level.

Jane took pity on her and took charge of the conversation, explaining what had happened to them and asking if they could be so kind as to tell them where they were and provide them a lift back to civilization.

“Sure we can,” Steve agreed, “but we should probably wait until morning. Natasha and Sharon are out scoping things out and we’ll soon find out more about your kidnappers. Were either of you hurt at all?”

“Only a few bruises and rope marks. Darcy and I kicked ass. They won’t mistake us for helpless scientists ever again.”

Jane spoke proudly and Darcy nodded enthusiastically. She’d wished Natasha could have seen it.

Steve outright beamed at this, which caused Darcy to trip and go down in an embarrassed heap. She stayed on the floor, wishing a portal would appear and whisk her away.

“Why are you like this?” Jane sighed in exasperation as she and Steve helped Darcy up.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, concern in his voice.

Mortified, Darcy couldn’t look at him and mumbled “Yeah. Just tired. Being kidnapped wears one out.”

She wanted to die. Why did she always have to make herself look like an idiot in front of him?

Steve, being the gentleman he was, volunteered to sleep in the living room so Jane and Darcy could have a bed. Darcy tried not to think about what sleepy Steve would look like as she counted sheep that night.

She awoke the next morning and wandered out to the kitchen to find Natasha making coffee.

“Sleep well?” The spy greeted her, green eyes appraising her.

“Yes,” Darcy managed. “Though if you have extra coffee, I could definitely use some.”

They caught up over their caffeinated beverages and Darcy heard more of the story of how Natasha had ended up changing her mind about the Accords and joining Team Cap.

Right in the middle of a very funny anecdote involving Clint, Sam, and Scott, the door opened and Steve entered the house, sweaty and disheveled after a morning run.

Darcy’s laughter died in her throat as she observed Steve’s damp white shirt and glistening skin, muscles very much on display.

“Morning, Nat. Darcy,” he acknowledged, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and gulping it down.

Darcy let out a “morning!” and got the heck out of there, face burning again. She needed a cold shower and fast. She heard Natasha laughing at her, but decided she’d deal with that later. Steve was going to be the death of her.

“Nat, do you know why Darcy hates me? She practically runs away whenever I enter a room and I don’t know what I did.”

A bewildered Steve was asking his friend this question two months later when they were settled in a new, larger, secret compound, joined by Darcy and Jane. He’d liked Darcy a lot and used to enjoy her company, but now, she could barely stand to look at him and he was rather confused and a little hurt.

“I can’t speak for Darcy, but I don’t think it’s anything you did,” Nat assured him. “Have you tried talking to her?”

“Yes, but she always is too busy or finds a reason to escape before I can get more than one sentence out. I figured she really doesn’t want to be around me, so I let it go.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair in frustration, wondering how in the world he was going to fix this. He missed Darcy and this situation was becoming very upsetting to him.

“I’ll see if I can find out what’s what,” Natasha promised. “It is very unlike Darcy to leave someone in the dark if they’ve offended her.”

That very afternoon, Darcy found herself locked in a closet with none other than Steve. All the banging and yelling and swearing and angry texting at Jane and Natasha availed nothing.

Natasha’s blunt text took the wind out of Darcy’s sails and she looked over at Steve remorsefully. They were right. She’d let her stupid crush get in the way of her friendship.

“I could break this door down, you know,” Steve offered.

“No need,” Darcy sighed, smiling weakly. “It’s about time I put my big girl pants on and told you what’s going on. It’s not your fault. I just am a complete disaster around guys I have a crush on and I may have a thing for the beard,” she finished, blushing like a tomato. “Which is why I could hardly say a word to you without squeaking.”

“So I didn’t hurt you?” Steve asked cautiously.

“No. It was mostly me trying to control my wild urges to say or do totally inappropriate things to you. Face it, Steve. You’re irresistible.”

Steve gave a bashful grin.

“I don’t know about that. But what if I told you I would be totally okay with you being “inappropriate?” Because I too must confess to having had some inappropriate thoughts.”

“Really? About me?” Darcy asked, starting to feel very smug.

“Definitely you,” Steve said, looking at her very intently. She blushed again and moved over close to him so she was right up in his space.

“So Watcha gonna do about it, soldier?” She asked flirtatiously.

Steve grinned.

“Let’s start here,” he murmured right before he kissed her.

It was better than her wildest dreams. Holy crap, the man could kiss! Knees already weak, she clutched him for dear life as the kiss deepened.

“If I’d have known this would be the result, I’d have grown a beard a long time ago,” Steve admitted when they came up for air. “I’m crazy about you, Darcy. Have been for awhile.”

Darcy giggled against his chest.

“You’re still plenty hot without it, but it kinda was the icing on the cake,” she told him.

Neither of them noticed when Natasha unlocked the doors. She listened for a moment, then smiled triumphantly and texted Jane that the mission was a success. Nothing was seen of either Steve or Darcy for the rest of that day.

#shieldshock #steve rogers #darcy lewis #bearded steve is my jam #and darcy's

24 notes · View notes

damnzawa · 4 years

Text

DEMON SUMMONING 101 — A. SHOUTA

Warning(s): SMUT SMUT (badly written one), Dom!Aizawa (?)

Note(s): Holy shit &#*&(@ this was my first time writing smut so please pardon my french. This was requested by lovely reader @snapped-chopstick! Anyways, enjoy I guess haha... (drowns in holy water) Also requests are open! Even for the AU FEST!

—

You never intended for any of this to happen. You just stumbled upon that weird book and did one of those rituals just for shits and giggles. You never expected it to actually work. Heck, you don't even know what it did! All you know was when you opened your eyes, a black-haired, onyx-eyed, handsome looking human(?)—you weren't sure—appeared infront of your eyes, rambling about being a demon servant or whatever. You were pretty sure you were gonna die on the spot.

Were you hallucinating? Maybe. Did someone put magical mushrooms on your pizza? Maybe.

All that's certain is that the human/demon, whatever, wasn't going to leave you alone.

"Why can't you just go? Is this like a punishment for accidentally summoning you?" You asked him one morning as he was preparing breakfast for the two of you. Although you hated to admit it, his presence was kinda growing on you.

He's been with you for exactly two months now. He never left your side—except when going to the bathroom—and respected your boundaries, he never complained about your dingy apartment nor your subpar cooking, heck he never even complained about you summoning him! You were confused as hell. He never demanded anything from you too which was a bit weird since demons or other creatures on TV usually asked for something in return when they're summoned, for example, your soul.

He just stayed by you and accompanied you, blessing you with his presence and dry humor. He stayed by you, a mere mortal.

"I told you. I can't go unless I've fulfilled your wish." Aizawa—that was his name apparently—replied as he flipped a pancake.

"I wished for you to get rid of the cockroach from the bathroom last night. Isn't that enough for you to go?" Aizawa's eye twitched at that. Of course it wasn't fucking enough. Demons usually tasks that are greater than that, like killing the president, protecting the summoner's son until he dies and whatnot. So, yes. Removing cockroaches wasn't enough.

And besides, he doesn't want to leave yet.

"I'll leave once I give you what you truly desire like fame, money, power, even a moon."

"Well I desire a nice breakfast. So you can go now after this." Truthfully, you don't desire anything. You had a nice paying job, a roof over your head, food, air, what's there to desire? You were satisfied with how you live right now. You were happy.

Well maybe except for the fact that you're lonely but that doesn't mean anything.

"Do you want me to go that badly?" No. You don't. In fact, you wanted him to stay longer. You wanted him to stay by your side for as long as you want because damn, he's such a good companion. He's blunt, a bit cold and rough around the edges, funny, and etc. But you don't wanna be that person. It just felt wrong, yet right at the same time. You were conflicted. And him not going away made things harder for you even more.

"Yes. It's a waste of time for you to be here."

"I wanted to be here." Aizawa replied.

"Why though? There's nothing interesting here at all. It's just the mortal world."

"Well, you're in it, right? That's enough reason for me to stay." You were dumbfounded by his answer. Where did this all come from? Why did he say that? Did he really mean those things?

Why you?

"I rarely answer to summoning calls Y/n. Yet, somehow, when you called for me... I got lured in."

"Is this because of my soul?" You asked him, completely serious. You were hoping what he was saying was that he reciprocated your feelings. You were hoping that was the case.

"No." It wasn't your soul that made him stay.

"Then was it the deepest, darkest, desire thingy? What's the reason you can't leave?" Aizawa was now becoming annoyed at your pestering. Clearly, you had been oblivious to his affections for you.

In one swift motion, he has you pinned against the wall. His face was just inches from yours. You stared up at him and gulped. Was this happening? Holy shit.

"You." He simply answered your question before capturing your lips with his in a searing kiss. It was full of passion, love, lust. The kiss conveyed what you wanted to know.

Suddenly, you were lifted up. As if on instinct, you wrapped your legs around Aizawa's waist as the kiss deepened.

Aizawa's hands began to wander, slipping under your shirt easily. He cupped your breast making you gasp, earning him the entrance to your mouth. Your tongues fought for dominance, Aizawa being the clear winner. He unclasped your bra and began to fiddle with one of your nipples, making goosebumps appear on your body.

His cold hands wondering your body, touching you, ignited a warmth within your body. Your stomach began to churn as you anticipated what's gonna happen next.

Lost in the kiss, you let your hands wonder too. Feeling him through the fabric of his shirt, eyes widening for a fraction of a moment once you realized how toned his body was.

Aizawa pulled away and looked in your eyes, as if asking for confirmation that you do want this just as much as he does. One look in your eyes and he already has his answer.

Yes.

A thousand times yes.

Carefully he layed you down on the sofa and stripped your clothes off, slowly, teasingly, making your breath hitch. You want him to touch you. You want him now, and all his teasing isn't helping you out at all.

"Not yet, baby." He whispered in your ear as he straddled you, careful not to crush you with his weight. He nipped your ear then proceeded to bite and suck on your neck leaving you a moaning mess.

You bucked your hips against his, creating friction. Aizawa chuckled at your eager self.

"Say what you want, Y/n. Use your words, kitten." Kitten? Shit, that petname made your insides melt even more.

Heat pooled in your lower region while you struggled to say what you want.

"What was that kitten? Tell Daddy what you want."

"I... Fuck me."

"Now, now, Kitten. That's not how you properly beg." Aizawa said teasingly as his hand started nearing the waistband of your sweatpants.

"Please fuck me Daddy." Aizawa grinned at that and quickly removed your sweatpants, along with your panties.

"Such a pretty little thing. So wet for me." Aizawa inserted a finger inside making you gasp in pleasure. Satisfied with your response, Aizawa kept pumping his finger in and out. Soon, he added another. Then another. He kept hitting the right places and it made you feel heaven. You were close. You can feel it. But before you can enjoy the sweet joy of release, Aizawa removed his fingers and licked them, gazing at you with that lustful look in his face.

"Aizawa... Daddy... please." You begged as you tried rub your thighs together, but failed. Aizawa chuckled and kept your legs apart.

"Please what Kitten?"

"Please fuck me." And with that, Aizawa removed his pants and briefs, letting you see all of him.

He lined his dick up in your entrance and slowly by slowly pushed in. You moaned in ecstasy as you felt Aizawa inside you. After a few moments, he was finally inside you, all of him was. He started to push in and out, creating a steady rhythm for the two of you. Your insides were welcoming him greatly, and damn was this heaven?

"Daddy... f-faster."

Aizawa continued to pick up the pace and soon enough you felt yourself clench your walls around him, signalling that you were near.

"Cum for me, Kitten." And with that, you felt yourself release. Aizawa continued pounding into you, his own release nearing too. After a few moments, Aizawa released his seed within you, filling you up to the brim as you both panted. Aizawa collapsed beside you and smiled.

"I think... I think I have that wish now."

"Really? What is it?"

"Stay with me. Stay with me Aizawa."

"It's Shouta. And I'd gladly do so, Y/n."

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa shouta/reader #eraserhead x reader #eraserhead/reader #aizawa/reader #x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #demon!aizawa #demon!aizawa x reader #i'm a hoe for this man

163 notes · View notes

creativenicocorner · 3 years

Note

Slides a ⭐ for a star person :p

Holy shit it took over a year and I barely remember which fanfic ask this is about...I think it's like a director's cut one? REGARDLESS! I do remember the star was to like talk about whatever - and while looking for a WIP I came across an attempt to answer this WITHIN a wip? Past Nico what were you thinking?!

I do know this was written sometime before Ch15 of Terpsichore came out, because there were a few references? But I rephrased the wording a bit.

Forgive me for using this as an excuse to just babble on about how I choose the music titles for chapter sections in Terpsichore, but also, I'm not entirely sorry haha Without further Ado! Here’s hoping this rambling makes sense haha!!

⭐ AN ANSWER!（♥￫ｏ￩♥）

So it’s taken me a long time to figure out how I wanted to answer this. For a while I was going to ramble about M*A*S*H how it was a rather formative show for me growing up, especially in its anti-war message as well as how it feels like a comedy played in a minor key. There was even going to be a link to a video essay on the show, and then I was going to hint at a want to write a series following the changelings in a pre-show context in the sort of vibe M*A*S*H gave.

But it got lost, and weighty…and…idk, I can’t seem to stick to a lot of things these days? I don’t know.

But there’s always been in me the want to attempt to explain why I choose the music pieces I choose to title the sections in each chapter. Cause despite the little message at the bottom of the first chapter and the last chapter talking about motifs leitmotifs…writing prose is nothing like composing music.

And not only that I’m sure less than half of the people reading the fic will listen along with the playlist. Which is 100000% fine! I anticipate it even!

Because at best, those sectional pieces serve less as soundtrack more like a silent movie’s musical medley.

Because it’s the written word, and I’m not Andrew Hussie ldgj though the day I find out how to put a little ‘play button’ to listen to music during a fic, I might do that. But at this point in time Hell No haha.

Despite this, there is a process behind my music selections.

There is a difference between what I consider ‘corpse de ballet’/ ‘ensemble’ sections, and ‘leads’ / ‘duet’ sections.

Or what my poor readers go through as ‘a shit ton of prospective shifts’ and two prospectives at best, at the same time. I don’t know why I’m such a fan of bouncing between perspectives so much that you probably feel seasick. I always consider it a miracle anyone understands what the heck is going on dfjglk The answer is probably because I like third person omniscient writing, and am a sucker for situational/character irony. But I’m also a grammar school drop out haha and don’t actually know the rules of writing by heart? I’m just a fool with a bunch of vibes and a dictionary doing their best lol.

[ stressed coffee sip ] Fake it til you make it baby

But yeah! Enough borderline weird self deprecating! Let’s talk music!!

So! Usually when writing a section I try and think about who are the central characters in the section, and or what is the theme/emotion I’m trying to call on. Is there a motif, or a reference I can play on musically? An idea or concept I can echo or even enhance? Will it be a specific genera of music tied to a character because that character embodies and or is known for a specific genera (example: Nomura and Opera- more on that at during ACTII )

Once I answer those questions, I’m able to narrow down my music choices. Which, again, acts more like a book of suggested musical medley orchestras and musicians would purchase during the silent movie era as like a cheat sheet of what they could play during a specific scene.

So…for instance, for a character like Barbara Lake I wouldn’t use video game music -or maybe I could…but it would only be in terms of perhaps referencing her son.- who I would have a higher chance at choosing to select a video game music piece for (hang on to your butts ACT II Zelda soundtrack).

In the fic I’ve built the idea that in order to explain Barbara’s ability to paint, that she not only took classes but was part of the production team in putting on a play, mainly in set design painting props. Which opens me to a world of musical options when it comes to Barbara’s character. Especially when certain musicals hold songs that can be really fitting to her character later on. An example of this can be seen in ch3 “Aquarius”, and ch14 “Julia”.

Ch3 is Barbara’s big planned picnic date. The first date she and Walter go on after she ingested the binding spell. The two of them coming together, but also the magic of which awakening something magical inside.

And Ch14 in which the binding spell is broken, but also whatever was holding Barbara’s potential to reaching towards that magical something inside her is also broken. And in a sort of my own attempt at written diegesis between the narrative and the song selections in the sections, the lyrics to Aquarius is written out as Barbara depends into the water. In which it is no longer the dawning of Aquarius, Aquarius is starting to take center stage. Their cue is played.

That would be my example on a very character driven musical choice.

Not only that, but it is at Ch3 where Walter is influenced more and more to Barbara’s appreciation to musicals, so much so that it begins to influence his own array of music pieces. His dreams no longer dialogue from movies he fell asleep to, but sometimes full on reproductions of staged musicals and plays. An example of this can be seen in Ch11 On the Right Track from Pippin the Musical - which oof I could go into a full dissertation on in regards to changelings/Pippin and The Pale Lady/Leading Player.

Not only that, but due to influence from Barbara’s love we get the moment of Walter’s ‘I want’ section piece in the form of Ch9 “Corner of the Sky” (aka Pippin’s I want song as well). The moment before this happened there was the interaction with Angor AND Otto AND the repercussions of Angor attacking the school. It is clear to these characters that Strickler is not giving his all in killing Jim, and perhaps never tried to give his all. Something that Otto proclaims as Strickler making excuses, and Strickler insists is tact.

Then there is the situational character driven choice.

I’m going to continue to use Barbara as an example here, and say that THIS can be seen in Ch2 “No. 9 – Finale Andante” and ch12 “Le Lac Des Cygnes Introduction: Moderato Assai”

Both of these music pieces come from Swan Lake. The reasoning behind the choice is probably asinine in thought process (Barbara Lake, Swan Lake), but also thought out in the sense of the following:

In Season3 of Trollhunters Morgana, in order to attempt to reacquire her shadow staff from Strickler (“The Exorcism of Clair Nuñez), transforms herself to take Barbara Lake’s physical form.

IN THE BALLET SWAN LAKE The wizard Von Rothbart, in order to obtain what they want, transforms (granted someone else) Odile to look like the hero Odette in order to trick the prince into proclaiming this imposter Odile as their one true love. In which Odile is the mirror to Odette, and while looking similar (in fact typically the ballerina who performs as Oddette would also perform as Odile) are opposites in spirit.

And, at least in Terpsichore, what near primordial eldritch force can rival that of the Eldritch Queen that we know from cannon will inevitably impersonate Barbara Lake?

But wait, there’s more.

In chapter 2 the piece used in section 2 is the end of ACTI from Swan Lake. The music hints not only the arrival of Odette, but also her inevitable tragedy. What is written in this section, briefly at that cause we watched how the scene plays out in the show, you don’t need me writing that back at you, but I digress- What is WRITTEN in this section is Barbara sipping the enchanted tea that binds herself to Waltolomew Strickler. Something that you, the viewer and fan will know ends in tragedy, as do I the writer and also fan knows will end in tragedy. The only people out of the loop here are the poor poor characters.

And then the revolving door of bad situations that is ch12 happens, and we return to Swan Lake with “Le Lac Des Cygnes Introduction” In which Barbara is introduced to Jim Lake’s Trollhunting world, finally. But wait! There’s EVEN more.

Because not only is Barbara introduced to Jim’s Trollhunting world, Barbara begins to allow herself an introduction to that weird magical more that’s inside her via dream. And YOU/WE the reader/writer/audience, are introduced to the strange figure Giselle is talking to on the beach of Lake Superior…who…well, you’ve probably already have an idea as to who that figure is ;)c

There are also moments when I just select a song piece because I think it fits Thematially well - ch11’s “Powerhouse” section. Aka the music that plays in Looney Tunes whenever an assembly line montage occurs - to which in that section Jim Draal and Walter are putting together the booby-traps to thwart Angor Rot (as well as try to reassemble some sort of emotional connection between them). Or it could be a reference to a meme I really enjoyed, example Ch12’s “Roundabout” aka the music piece known vernacularly as “The Jojo Meme” but also like…meme aside it’s really good and fits and just lkfgjkgsdj I have a lot of feels about Roundabout and I won’t apologize for it haha

And yet, something I pride myself in, is that you don’t need to know all of this to enjoy the story. It isn’t necessary to listen to the Swan Lake pieces or even the Musicals, or even the Jojo Meme. Because, if I did my job right, those echoes ought to be in the writing. The pieces to the section have always been optional. Just little markings in a booklet to be given to you the reader/composer as a suggestion and you can choose to play those pieces along to the silent film, or boot up a ragtime. And that’s the power you have. And that’s equally as wonderful!

#Nico Responds #feather-dancer #Terpsichore #Tales of Arcadia #Trollhunters #Stricklake

9 notes · View notes

sebseyesandbuckysthighs · 5 years

Text

Three Soldiers and a Baby | Part Nine

summary: Three handsome bachelors find their day to day operations disrupted when an unexpected new roommate (who comes complete with a diaper and a pacifier) shows up at their doorstep. How will they deal with this new and baffling responsibility without losing their minds or killing each other in the process?

pairings: Bucky x Reader (eventual) featuring Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

warnings: none, just make-believe goodness and cute boys with a baby

a/n: Who’s ready for more domestic soldiers?! I know for damn sure that I always am. Heck, that’s why I wrote this series! To provide all the fluff and angst-free domesticity for y’all. Sorry if that may seem a little boring to some, but I think we all deserve some nice easy reading every once in awhile. Love ya’s!

*warning to mobile users, the “keep reading” tab may not work so apologies in advance*

| previously |

Bucky didn’t even notice Sam walking away as he slowly inched closer and closer. He was just glad no one called him out on taking his sweet time getting there. When he finally reached the edge of her bassinet, Bucky felt as though all the air left within his lungs rushed out in a single exhale. Looking down at the slumbering face of his daughter was almost too surreal for Bucky to handle. In that moment he was sure that she was the most beautiful being in existence. “Holy shit. She looks just like her mom,” Bucky quietly whispered, his voice hoarse from all the emotions flowing through him. “She’s fucking beautiful.”

Steve had remained quiet as he watched the scene between his best friend and his daughter. He too was overcome with emotion, but was holding it together better than Bucky was. He walked forward to join the pair and noticed the moisture building up in Bucky’s eyes while he continued to stare at Ellie. “Yeah she is, Buck. Congratulations, man.”

Bucky finally looked away from his daughter, a light stream of tears flowing down his cheeks as he reached out to his best friend and pulled him into a tight hug.

———————————————————————

Bucky was still staring down in wonder at the small bundle that slept without a care to the changing world around her. It was still the middle of the night, but none of the men felt like they could sleep now that Bucky had returned home early from his mission. During the earlier debrief of the baby situation, Bucky took a minute to explain why he had come home so soon. The truth was as simple as the mission being easier than they had initially anticipated and there was no reason for him to stay behind for any cleanup procedures. Now here he was, back in the same home he left behind, but everything was different. His entire life was set to change and he hadn’t even known about it until only an hour ago.

Sam returned from his late night shower in a robe and waved his arms trying to grab the attention of the two men still staring down at the baby. “Alright I’m off to get some much deserved beauty sleep back in my own bed. Barnes. Good luck, buddy.” Sam turned on his heel and slowly walked towards his door. At the same time, Steve yawned and started to walk away as well. “Yeah me too. Good night, pal. We’ll see you in the morning.”

“Wait, what?!” Bucky spat out in a panic. “No no no. You guys can’t leave me alone!”

“You’re a big boy, Bucky. You can handle this,” said Sam with a thumbs up. “Just like we did.”

Bucky gawked in disbelief. “But you guys did it together! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here!”

“You’ll figure it out.” Steve suppressed another yawn and turned away again.

“But wait, what if I...what if I hurt her,” Bucky quietly expressed his true fear, looking away from his two friends and down again to the young innocent life before him. Then he looked to his left arm, the one made of neither flesh nor blood. It had been years since it was last used as a weapon for the forces of Hydra. The Wakandan tech was the most state of the art advanced technology that existed and Bucky had never had any reason to mistrust it. Yet, he wasn’t ready to take any chances on his daughter’s well-being.

Sam and Steve shared a look of understanding, but it was Steve again who spoke his reassurances to the neurotic new parent. “Bucky, you’re making excuses now. You haven’t felt self-conscious about your arm in a very long time. You’re in complete control, over the arm and your mind. Something tells me it has a lot to do with how this baby came to be here in the first place.” Steve referred to his time spent with you. “I had a feeling that whatever was going on with the two of you, she went a long way towards making you feel a certain kind of way.”

Bucky’s face depicted a range of emotions battling through him as he listened to Steve’s words, knowing that the man was right about every single thing he said. “Yeah, she did,” he confirmed. “She made me feel whole.”

The other two men smiled appreciatively, happy that their friend could finally admit the integral part you played in his life. Only hoping that it wasn’t too late for the two of you. “Alright then, Buck. We’ll see you two in the morning, okay?” Steve said, settling that this was how it was going to be. Bucky took in another series of deep breaths before nodding somewhat confidently.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I can do this.” Bucky looked down to his daughter and finally smiled. “I have to.”

It was at that exact moment that a wave of odor bloomed upwards from the bassinet. It started out faint, but soon burst into one of the most offensive odors Bucky had ever experienced. He tried to keep his face from contorting in reaction to it, but after another waft hit him he couldn’t help but reach for his nose to plug it. It took a second longer for it to reach Sam and Steve and by that time they were already on their way out of there to the safety of their rooms.

“Woah, wait a minute!” Bucky yelled out in horror. “What the hell have you guys been feeding my kid?!” By the time he looked down at the baby then back up to his friends they had already left and Ellie was starting to stir awake. At first her cries were soft and barely there, Bucky figured it was now or never to make this happen. Also, the last thing he wanted to hear were the uncomfortable cries of his little girl.

“Okay I can do this. C’mon, man. Get it together.” Bucky psyched himself up, unknowingly much like Steve had the first time he had changed Ellie all those days ago. He didn’t have time to think of the weight of the situation. The milestone moment of picking his daughter up for the first time as he pulled the soft white blanket away from her squirming body and reached in for her.

Distant memories floated through his mind of picking up babies in a past life, but much had changed since then. This time would be different than all those others. His head felt light as the little bundle in his hands felt even lighter still. She was tiny and soft and squishy. The smell emitting from her didn’t even seem to phase Bucky anymore, especially the second she opened her pretty little eyes and looked up at him for the first time.

Bucky was petrified in that instant. What if she cried? What if she didn’t like him? What if she was scared of him? Each question tore at his chest one by one, but he wouldn’t let his fears keep him from being here in this moment with his child.

“Hello beautiful,” he spoke his first words to her tenderly. The low timbre in his voice must have triggered something in her because instead of wailing cries of terror, Ellie smiled. It was more akin to a grin than anything, but Bucky swore that this was the most magical moment he had ever experienced.

It took time and a lot of guesswork, but Bucky eventually succeeded in changing Ellie’s diaper for the first time and he couldn’t have been more proud. Of her. She had just stared up at him the entire time, babbling in her cute little baby talk and being patient with him as he figured out how to clean her from the mess she made. Once he was finished and the offensive diaper was disposed of, Bucky wasn’t sure what to do next, but he knew he wasn’t ready for this time to be over with her. The future was unpredictable and even so far as tomorrow was an uncertain time.

He needed to cherish every moment he had with her, so for the next half hour, Bucky spent his time walking around the apartment with his little girl in his arms. Talking to her was quickly becoming his new favorite thing to do as she seemed to cling to every word he said. Completely enraptured in the way his lips moved and the sounds she couldn’t comprehend. The times when she would smile or giggle were the best and Bucky was sure his heart stopped each time.

The next morning Steve and Sam woke up earlier than usual, practically jumping with anxiety about Bucky’s first night spent at home with the baby. Upon reaching the living room, though, they learned that all their fears had been completely unfounded. There on the large living room couch was Bucky with his hands protectively cradling Ellie, both sound asleep.

———————————————————————

Feedback is always appreciated, leave it here!

———————————————————————

part eight << part nine >> part ten

———————————————————————

Series Masterlist

Full Masterlist

———————————————————————

tags:

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #three soldiers and a baby #my writing

213 notes · View notes

uno-reverse-fic · 4 years

Text

Chapter 19

Kirishima's eyes widened as his brain finally comprehended what he was seeing. He had a look of pure and utter awe on his face, which to you was a bit unsettling, even though he was one of your closest friends. You took a slow step back.

"S-Surō?" Another step. He raised up a bit so you could see the rest of his face. You took one more step before turning and running as fast as your legs could carry you. You shut your eyes tight as you ran, hoping that if you didn't look back he would just leave, but in the back of your mind you knew Kirshima wouldn't just walk away like that. You heard a small slamming sound in front of you and opened your eyes, just in time to collide with a wall. Warmth radiated from the so-called wall that you just ran into, and you pushed yourself away from it to see what it was, stepping backwards into yet another wall. You whipped your head around, and in that moment you were struck with realization. Kirshima curled his fingers inward, pulling you into a trap. You fought to escape, but as your escape plans usually go your attempts failed, and you were bound into a suffocatingly tight grip.

You felt yourself being lifted higher into the air, and Eijiro's fingers unfurled, leaving you on his open palm. He gaped in awe at your tiny form, before his attention was quickly pulled towards the chime of a phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and sent a few texts back and forth for a second. He stood staring intently at his phone, waiting for a response. You shifted uncomfortably as you spoke,

"E-Eijiro?" You said quietly, his attention quickly turned towards you, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and wonder.

"Can you put me down please?" you asked, just then his phone buzzed again, he glanced at it before turning nervously back to you. The look he gave you told you everything.

"Eijiro. Eijiro please. Don't do this." His face fell with guilt.

"I-I'm sorry, please forgive me for this." He said as his fingers curled around you once again. You were lowered into the pocket of his shorts, and he swiftly left Bakugo's dorm room.

As he was walking down the hall he was stopped by a certain blonde

"Oi, dumb hair! what are you doing?!" You heard Bakugo say, you were going to say something, or cry for help, but Kirshima was too quick with his thinking and shoved his hands into his pockets, swiftly wrapping one finger around your face to keep you from say anything. You knew he had good intentions, and that he just wanted to help, he was your friend after all, but the situation was a bit unsettling.

"Hey Bakubro what's up, I was just going to get some food wanna join me?" He said, skillfully hiding any suspicious tones in his voice.

"Nah." Bakugo responded before leaving. Kirishima walked downstairs to go grab something to eat, piling some food onto his plate and retiring to the table his other friends were sitting at.

"Hey Kiri, did you find anything?" You heard Mina ask.

"Oh yea tell us tell us!" Kaminari chimed in.

"I'll show you guys after dinner, meet at my dorm." He responded. They finished and headed up to Kirishima's room together, the four of them sneaking around like they were in a dramatic spy movie. They all rushed into his room, quickly settling themselves in anticipation of what he was about to tell them. Kirishima started speaking.

"Ok so I'm not sure how to explain this, or where to even start. I was searching through th-"

"Come on hurry up already, we're practically dying of suspense!" Mina urged.

"Ok fine, I'll just show you." He reached into his pocket, and his fingers wrapped carefully around you.

"Nononononononono!" You said as you attempted to struggle out of his grasp as a last resort, but it was no use and you were quickly lifted out of his pocket. Kirishima's fingers opened slowly, leaving you, once again, resting on his palm. You looked around to see them sitting in a small circle, staring at you with wide-eyed expressions.

"Holy shit... is that-" Hanta spoke,

"Ok dude, please explain." Kaminari told the redhead.

"I'm just as confused as you are." He responded. Mina chimed in next,

"How di—" There was a pounding on the door, and a shout heard outside.

"OI ASSHOLES OPEN UP!" The doorknob shook so violently that you swore it was about to fall off. The four teens shared equally panicked expressions as they looked at the door in utter horror.

"Here hide her." Kirshima quickly, but carefully handed you off to Mina, who promptly shoved you into Sero's sweatshirt pocket, next to her.

"LET ME IN OR I'LL BLOW THIS DOOR DOWN!" Another shout was heard outside.

"Geez, calm down dude." Kirshima said as he opened the door. Katsuki shoved his way into the room and stared at the rest of the meme team, who all looked extremely nervous.

"Alright which one of you idiots went through my room." He glared hard, and they broke eye contact awkwardly.

"Where is she."

"Where's who." Mina blurted out.

"You know who I'm talking about don't gimme that crap."

"No, I-I'm genuinely confused." She replied.

"What the heck are we even talking about." Kaminari said nervously. Bakugo gave them one final death glare before slowly backing towards the door.

"Ok fine, I'll leave for now. But I've got my eye on you four." He said motioning towards the group with a skeptical finger-point. With that he left, muttering something about yelling at Izuku. The five of you let out a sigh of relief. Sero shoved his hands into his pocket, and after remembering you were in there, gently running his fingers down your small form, before curling them around you and pulling you out.

"So what do we do with her?" He asked as he shifted his grip so that you were hanging by the back of your shirt.

"Careful dude!" Kirshima said, quickly rushing over and scooping you up into his palm. You stumbled backwards, landing on your back. You looked upwards to see Kirshima's worried expression.

"Are you alright?" He asked, you nodded in response. His fingers curled over you, and he brought his hands closer to his chest, you felt the warmth radiate from around you. The muffled voices of your classmates could be heard, though they weren't very audible, you could feel Kirshima's voice resonate in his chest beside you when he spoke.

Before long, Mina, Sero, and Kaminari left, leaving you and Kirishima alone. You could hear his heart rate speed up, becoming louder and quicker. As he moved his hands closer to his face, he slowly uncurled his fingers.

"What happened to you?" He asked.

"It's a long story." You told him, hoping that this would be the end of your social interaction with him. Kirshima was your friend, you hated the idea of him seeing you like this, you hated that he had a reason to look down at you rather than see you as an equal. You could tell he noticed the nervous expression you had, because his own face fell a small amount as he placed you on the bed.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go take a shower." He said as he grabbed a few things and left his room, making sure to lock it on the way out. A few minutes went by, and you heard banging on the door.

"Oi shitty hair, open up!" You froze. The door knob started turning violently again before suddenly stopping. You heard the light, but furious clinking of metal from the outside, almost like someone was trying to pick the lock.

"Alright if you don't open this door I'm gonna blow it off its hinges." He backed up,

"Three... two... on-"

"Hey Bakubro... what are you doing."

"WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE!? IM TRYING TO GET IN YOUR STUPID LOCKED ROOM HAIR FOR BRAINS!"

"Ok... well I'm gonna go in and get some clothes on... so we can talk after that." The door opened and in walked Kirshima, his hair was soaking wet and he had a towel wrapped around his waist with a belt to hold it in place. He reached towards you and scooped you up in his hand. He carefully placed you in a drawer, and slid it shut. You expected to meet a hard surface but instead you discovered that he had put you in a drawer with what seemed to be a few sweatshirts. About five minutes passed before the drawer was slid open, you were lifted out of the drawer and placed on the dresser.

"Your probably starving, I'm gonna go grab some food." Kirshima said as he started walking towards the door. After he left you ducked behind a picture frame that was sitting on the dresser. You sat down and pulled yourself into a ball, hugging your knees close to your chest. The longer you sat there the more your emotions started to overflow, soon you were on the verge of tears, and instead of holding it back you let everything out. You weren't sure how long it had been before Kirshima came back, announcing his arrival with the sound of the door. He walked over towards the dresser and set the plate down, pausing for a moment before slowly sliding the picture frame to the side. You turned to see his worried face, you stumbled for a second as you stood up. He reached his hand out and pinned you between his forefinger and thumb. He placed you on the palm of his other hand and brought it close to his chest. He tilted it so that you were 'sandwiched' in between his hand and his chest." His hand pressed you closer to him, and in an attempt to calm you he spoke with a soft, caring voice,

"Its ok, I'm here for you, I'm your friend, you can trust me." Those words hurt, because you knew how much he cared for you, and you knew that you were going to end up hurting him when you left. You had already devised the perfect plan, all there was left to do was execute it. Bakugo was your only shot at getting back to normal. All you had to do was escape from Kirshima's dorm room, get back to Bakugo and convince him to help you get back to normal...

Easier said than done.

MASTERLIST

#mha #g/t #fanfic #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo x oc #bnha #UNO REVERSE

3 notes · View notes

sheusedtobesassier · 4 years

Text

Day 10,330

Home alone for the first time in I think three weeks?? And by home I mean Allynda’s home. Lights off almost everywhere. Moon lamp, Scentsy dark crystal, candle, streetlight, three more candles, and the lowest lighting of the touch lamp. The Ballad of Love and Hate playing. Just got out of a hot hot bath during which I decided I feel capable of writing out the love story, well at minimum the beginning of it. I would call the start the best part, but I hesitate to say so. Intimacy was the best. Before that was just the delicious anticipation of that. Yeah so I realized I want to write about it tonight which was the smallest gasp of relief. I know there was a time when I couldn’t fathom remembering the sweetness. Begged for protection from those memories actually. And truthfully, I think that prayer was heard and answered. Sure they suddenly come for me sometimes, but they’re almost always quick and painless, like a shiver. Like a muscle memory. Phantom. Hm, hm.

“You’re still all over me like a wine stained dress I can’t wear anymore.”

We knew each other back when we were kids. To be specific, he was definitely a kid and I was in high school haha. (I believe he’s four years younger than me.) We were goof around pals that saw each other occasionally when our churches got together for Christianese functions. It wasn’t a close friendship, but me and my friends were very fond of him and his best friend. I left home in 2010 and probably interacted with him online once or twice throughout the next seven years of wandering on my own. I wasn’t keeping tabs.

November 2017. His best friend ended up falling head over heels in love with an old friend of mine. They had a sweet little “café con leche” wedding ceremony. There were a whole pile of people I knew at the reception and we filled up a long table. I noticed two friends seemed to be checking somebody out and when I curiously turned to follow their eyes, there was Omar. And uh, haha, he was definitely no longer a kid. Broad shoulders and the longest curls. I noted that he was nervously glancing around the room, probably looking for someone he knew. (I found out later it was an uncomfortable wedding for him.) Without a second thought, I stood up and excited rushed over to him. It was a short conversation, an exchange of pleasantries. What he’d been up to and what I’d been doing. He told me he was a vagabond and I told him I’d just been assigned the role of Staff Director at Sky Lodge. I mentioned that if he didn’t have anything going on in the summer he should come up and work. He said it’s something he had considered before and gave me a maybe. I don’t believe I saw him again the rest of the night.

Fast forward to the spring hiring season. For a few months, week after week, day after day, I was trying to round up summer staff, particularly a strong adult leadership team. I was interacting with maybe 100 college kids throughout this process with the goal of getting around 12 of them to commit to a full summer at camp. It is a grueling process. That spring specifically I felt like I was being forced to relentlessly coerce others to apply for a ministry they seemed to have Absolutely Zero Interest in. The applicants I did have were concerning to me as far as trustworthiness. I knew I wasn’t doing a great job and that knowing made it hard to do even a good job. Once May came around I had no fight left in me. And then I got weird messages from Omar. He had said early on that he wasn’t available, but whatever he had lined up fell through so he was wondering if there were still spots. I sent him the info and he said he’d apply that evening. A couple days later nothing had come through from him so I messaged him to see what was up. He had read the application and was no longer interested. I had a gut feeling and asked, “Is it because you don’t think you want to work for us or because you think you won’t get hired?” He told me it was a little of both and felt like parts of the application process were intrusive. Which, lol, he wasn’t wrong. I was thrilled. Asked if he’d be willing to fill it out and then have a longer discussion with me about his misgivings. He said he would. I remember calling my sister after I read what he submitted and giddy announcing, “HE’S A REAL LIFE PERSON.” He hadn’t given religious robot answers. He’d been forthright and controversial. He would bring something So Different than everybody else I was hiring AND THAT POSSIBILITY WAS DEEPLY INTRIGUING TO ME. I scheduled his interview, knowing I’d be deciding if we were going to hire him BUT ALSO he would be deciding if he wanted to come. I told him he should take a few days to really really think it through, talk it over with people he trusted, and genuinely pray about it. I started asking God to work it out if it was supposed to.

Okay. A little pause because I’m about to write about a part that I want to make sure comes off as how it actually was. First, I want to be clear that I was 0% attracted to this person at this stage. We were both grown, but he was still a kid to me. A long ago friend who I’d lost touch with. I was in boss mode, desperate to have admirable leaders I could count on for the summer (which was only a week away). Second, there was a specific season of my life where I considered myself very in tune with the Holy Spirit. I communicated with Her consistently and believed I heard from Her pretty often. That may sound kooky to you, but it doesn’t change what I believed then haha. This story I’m telling occurred like, five years after that Era of Very In Tune. Which I feel the need to say because like, interacting with the Holy Spirit still happens in my life, but rarely. I’m not seeking it out as frequently and hardly ever get anything straight from Her. Lol, if this weirds you out, no worries it weirds me out too. Okay so. With those said.

The morning before his phone interview, I was driving around a riding mower praying about the conversation we were going to have. I was concerned that he wasn’t going to choose us, worried about how I might screw up a good thing. I big time wanted to know that he’d be good for camp AND that camp would be good for him. Honestly I probably wanted the second one even more. I was stressing about it to God. And like. I wouldn’t write this except that it’s true. I out of the blue just experienced 100% reassurance that Omar would be at Sky Lodge for the summer. Right there, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was was going to say yes. And like, I knew it was from the Holy Spirit. That familiar Her. Burst into tears because like I said, I wasn’t hearing from Her as much as I used to. So to suddenly experience that rush?? I wept happy tears. When I came in for lunch I told Jeremy we could start putting Omar’s name on all the official lists. He was like, “But you haven’t done the interview yet? And didn’t you say he might not even want to be here?” And I was like, “Look. I know he’s gonna say yes. I can’t explain how, but put him on the lists.” Then I went out in the sun and called him up. We talked through several complicated things. It was an articulate conversation between two people who respected each other. (It is very weird to think about how much I low key instantly trusted Omar.) And lol. The end of the conversation was me big smile saying, “So uh, everybody else is getting here on Thursday to get moved in and settled by 5 o’clock. So.” and then he was big smile basically like, “Okay. Yeah. Well. Huh. Yeah I’ll be there.”

And sure enough he was. Well kind of. He showed up late. Everybody else was going through the line for dinner when he called me to say he was here but not sure where to go. I ran out of the dining room and saw his black car pull in. Showed him to park down by Maple. Noticed the John Mayer poster rolled up in his back window so we chatted about our mutual fondness for him on the quick stroll to the Lodge. I remember as dinner was finishing up the Foremen were starting to gather. I was staying on the edge, interested to see the beginnings of all their dynamics. Noticed Omar keeping his distance, but not in an uncomfortable way? Like, he definitely wasn’t exuberant, but he wasn’t closed off either. He was wearing the DAYDREAMER hoodie. He couldn’t hold still? I decided I didn’t need to worry about him and hoped he would pick buddies soon.

Foreman Training. Okay. He was definitely the most interesting person in the room. I mean, besides me of course. He was laid back and whenever he spoke up it was good for everybody. He kept giving out nicknames. Playful. Oh lol, when we’d take breaks, he and Elicia had a game of pool going on which was great because it gave the other girls the chance to watch him flirt. He was noticeably special. I was glad I hired him, because he consistently brought the group’s average up. And we got along well. One night after training had wrapped up the two of us got into a chat about the Kardashians, which lead to Kanye, which lead to President Trump, which lead to talking about Omar being brown. On my walk to my home, I txted him apologizing for maybe expressing too much and not asking enough questions. He told me not to worry and thanked me for the conversation. THERE WERE NO BUTTERFLIES YET. This was my first shot at being a true blue leader and I wasn’t taking that lightly. Being good for everybody working for me was my obsession.

Foreman Campout. Okay. Several things happened here that I want to note.

1. We had a mega controversial meeting about cell phones, during which I suggested we make an official policy that Foremen would leave their phones up in my office unless they needed them for something. It was a kick I was on mostly. A very firm belief that the less the Foremen were on their phones the higher quality their summer would be. There was immediate pushback. I was fending off tiny arguments. Suddenly Omar gave this rallying speech of like, “Come on guys. What the heck? Why are we being babies about this? This could be a really good thing for us!” And that settled it. He had power.

2. The morning after it rained there was a little pack of us huddled up in the gazebo talking about what the storm had been like for us. I asked if anybody had a pen I could borrow and Omar ran to get me one from his backpack. I journaled something like, “Last night I tried to imagine somebody to fall asleep with and couldn’t think of anyone. It’s nice to not be even a little in love with anybody.” AND I MEANT THAT. THERE WERE NO VIBES YET.

3. We all went tubing together and slowly but surely got split up into tinier squads. I was with Marissa and Omar, which was the ideal scenario for me. A lot of stupidity and laughter. Goofballs. There was definitely a point where I was wondering if there was chemistry between them. They drifted further ahead than me towards the end and I thought, “Interesting. We’ll see how that unfolds.” Once everybody was back on land I heard a bit of, “Ooh did you see Omar and Marissa?” It wasn’t a match in my head, but I didn’t think that hard about it.

4. The drive back to Sky Lodge, haha. Omar and I were both on the first bench. Him in the middle and me next to the sliding door. Jeremy was driving and Chris was shotgun so the four of us were chatting away. We passed some fields getting irrigated and I made some offhand comment about the Farmers’ Almanac. Omar suddenly turned to me and was like, “What do you know about that?” I tried to defend myself and he was like, “This sounds like you’re just making stuff up.” WHICH. EXCUSE ME. I WAS NOT. I couldn’t believe it. Him just challenging me right to my face. I was surprised and super secretly thrilled. Do you want me to explain that? Like, I didn’t feel dismissed by it. It was like he wasn’t allowing me to sound stupid and get away with it. Like. More was expected of me? He wasn’t gonna let me be high and mighty as his boss. And that like. Lol. It bothered me, but in a good way.

5. Okay this one was his story that he told me later. Both of us were claiming that there wasn’t any attraction happening yet at the campout, but then he was like “Oh hold up.” He said that on that drive back, most of us in the van were slowly falling asleep. I dozed off and was sort of precariously placed, like there was potential my head might land on his shoulder or my knee would drift into his. He said I woke up a little, noted the situation, and arranged myself as far from him as I could. He said he thought, “Why is she being like that?” And then he thought, “Wait actually why is it bothering me that she’s being like that???” Lol.

6. We got back and dropped everybody off at the staff dorm with announcements for the next day. Edith, my right hand woman, had evening rounds so the two of us did a super quick debrief of the trip standing outside my front door. I mostly remember making the statement that we had to look out for Omar because a lot of the girls seemed interested in him. It meant in a few weeks either they would all turn on each other OR all turn on him. Edith laughed and was like, “Well soon him and Elicia are gonna make out. Then nobody else will want him.” We giggled and I was like, “I just don’t want everybody to decide he’s a flirt when he’s actually just comfortable around women.” And like, haha. I WRITE THIS AS PROOF THAT I DIDN’T SEE IT COMING.

Alright so. Lol. Mm, mm. I’m gonna let me hit a hard pause for the night because I’m losing steam. Will come back to this though and soon. It’s a time in my life where I do have the space to get it out and I think I’d like to. Idk if it’ll be healing or useful. I’m not worrying about damage and maybe I should? But. Look. I fell in love with a good one who fell in love with me too. And. I’m not choosing to take my hands off it yet. Still pulled in. Fixated. I keep being afraid that I’m coming off embarrassingly obsessed, panicked that I’m weak and messy. But. Lol. I actually don’t feel like those things at fucking all. I do feel like someone became part of my life and with him I grew in gorgeous ways that I kept wanting to grow in and then I lost that person and now I am having a hard time figuring out some other gorgeous ways I can grow now. And like. I cannot have more of Omar or more from him. Not right now I can’t. But that doesn’t change that I already have a lot of what he did give me. And it’s really mine and I’m not required to like, demolish it to smithereens in order to qualify for moving on.

#personal

2 notes · View notes

ryqoshay · 4 years

Text

Heavenly Life: Transfer

Primary Pairing: YohaRiko Words: ~1.8k Rating: K AU: Angelic Time Frame: ??? Story Arc: Stand Alone

Author’s Note: By the gods, it’s been too long...

“What the hell, Mari?” Yoshiko griped, storming into the captain’s office.

“Language.” Mari stated, not looking up from her work.

“Whatever.” The blue-haired girl growled.

“Good to see you back to your normal self, by the way.”

“Thanks…?” Yoshiko felt herself lose some of her initial momentum. “Wait, no, that’s not the point! You want to repay me by setting me up with her? You can’t be serious!”

“Would you prefer I say ‘<It’s joke!>’?” The blonde finally looked up as she used an ancient language with intentionally incorrect grammar that she’d often repeated.

“Ughn…” Yoshiko’s shoulders slumped. “… No…” She shook her head. “No, I really wouldn’t.” Had it really reached a point that Mari was aware of the effects of that overused phrase of hers and had found a new way to annoy with it?

“So, what’s the problem, do you not like her?”

“That’s not what I said!” Yoshiko protested, waving her arms frantically. “But we’ve already met, so you wouldn’t be setting me up.”

“Oh? Are you dating already?”

“D-dating? What? No!”

“Do you not want to date her?”

“I… I…” Yoshiko could feel her face flush. “Well, yeah, sure I suppose there’s a possibility I might kinda sorta want to maybe go out with her.” She fumbled through admitting. She knew it was foolish to flatly deny it because Mari could read her like a book. “She’s amazing. A bit naïve. But beautiful. And…” She sighed. “But I’d only want to if she would be alright with someone like me.”

“I believe she might be more interested than you realize.”

“Really?” Yoshiko hated how much hope seeped into her voice.

“Let’s just say she has some… unexpected tastes.” Despite her teasing tone, Mari’s smile seemed genuine. “I’ll let you in on a few, but don’t tell her that you know. She seems to be under the impression that they’re still a secret.”

The blue-haired girl tilted her head in curiosity.

“My point is that I’m going to help you get closer to her.” The blonde explained. “How far you decide to progress will be up to the two of you. But from what I know, you both have your shares of insecurities when it comes to socializing, particularly in the friendship and romance departments. So, I intend to give advice and help where I can.”

“You’re not just doing this as a way to tease me, are you?” Yoshiko couldn’t help some lingering suspicion despite her growing anticipation.

Mari’s grin grew. “Oh, you’ll never be completely free of my teasing, Yoshiko-chan.”

“Yohane.”

“Believe it or not, I consider you to be an important friend and she now serves under me.” Mari explained. “So I want you two to be happy, be it as friends, as girlfriends, or whatever.”

“…” Yoshiko found herself unsure as to what she should say. While she couldn’t really deny that she also considered Mari a friend, putting it into words was a more difficult task than slaying hundreds of demons.

“Also, I know you were awake when I told her that you needed more friends like her. And you heard all that other stuff as well.”

The blue-haired girl nodded her affirmation.

“I wasn’t kidding, you know.”

The two angels stared at one another for a few moments.

“T… Thank you.” Yoshiko finally managed to break the silence.

Mari smiled in response. “Oh, and since you’re already here, I don’t have to send someone else to find you and deliver the news.”

“News?”

“I’m being transferred to Reusbasium.”

“Reusbasium?” Yoshiko searched her knowledge of angelic territory but drew a blank.

“A town out near the border.” Mari explained. “It’s small, quaint, lovely and quite peaceful.”

Peaceful? Yoshiko furrowed her brow. That certainly wouldn’t describe anywhere near the border with demon territory, so that left fey. “So why the heck are you, of all people, being transferred there?”

“Recent reports have been coming in suggesting the demons are attempting to sway the fey to their side. As you know, this absolutely cannot happen.”

“Of course.”

“As such, I am being sent to monitor the situation, and if necessary, propose a counteroffer to have them join us. Or remain neutral, that would be an acceptable outcome as well. And the one I would personally prefer; they don’t need to be dragged into our eternal war.”

“It probably wouldn’t be eternal for much longer after they chose a side.” Yoshiko mused aloud.

“Exactly. And at a terrible cost to them. I’d rather they continue to stay out of it, for their own sake.”

“But again, why you?”

“There is concern that should the demons fail in negotiations, they may quietly annex the sparsely populated borderlands and use it as a staging point for an invasion.”

“And you could decimate any reasonable reconnaissance force before they become too powerful?”

“Something like that.”

“Hrm…” Yoshiko thought for a moment. While the explanation provided made sense at face value, she was all but certain there were details being left out. Then again, that was par for the course when it came to the likes of the eccentric captain. Thus, instead of prying for said details, she asked, “So why tell me all of this?”

“Because I’m not going alone.”

“Of course not. But I don’t serve under your command…”

“But Rikocchi does.”

Yohsiko blinked.

“I have asked her to join the select few I will be bringing with me to Reusbasium. And she agreed.” Mari set her elbows on her desk and folded her hands under her chin. “I did not order her, but I believe she likes the idea of a peacekeeping assignment as opposed to city defense.”

“Yeah… That probably would suit her better…” Yoshiko agreed. “But if there is concern of an invasion, how would that be any different than here?”

“Because our intent would be to dissuade such tactics in the first place.”

“I suppose…”

“Anyway, I obviously cannot order you to do anything, but if you wish to continue getting closer to Ricocchi…”

“… I’ll… go pack my things…”

“Good to hear.” Mari smiled. “Would you like to tell her yourself, or should I?”

“I’ll tell her myself, thanks.”

“<Fantastic.>”

Then, without another word, Yoshiko turned on her heel and made her departure.

“Yocchan?” A voice said from the hall.

“R-Riri?!” Yoshiko spun toward the redhead behind her.

Holy hell, that dress was adorable. It was just a simple white dress, standard angelic fare, with pink flowers as accents, but it suited the healer far better than any armor in the realm. And Yoshiko couldn’t take her eyes off her.

“I…” Yoshiko’s voice cracked, forcing her to pause and clear her throat. Geez, was this going to happen every time they met? “I was just looking for you.”

“Well, you found me.” Riko smiled. “And I was actually looking for you as well.”

Riri was looking for me? Why does that make me so happy? Yoshiko found herself wondering. Well, I know why it makes me happy, but why to such an extent? However, when the redhead’s smile turned wistful, she became worried instead.

“I’m sorry, Yocchan.” Riko’s gaze swung downward. “I know we just met and I made a promise to help you, but…”

“You’re being transferred again.” Yoshiko finished when the other girl trailed off.

“I volunteered.”

“I know.”

Riko looked up. “You do?”

“Mari just told me. But…”

“Would you come with us?” Riko suddenly asked. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Yoshiko laughed. “I was just going to say that yes, I will be joining you in Reusbasium.”

“That’s wonderful.” Riko’s natural smile returned. “I can introduce you to my friends.”

“In Reusbasium?”

Riko shook her head. “No, across the border.”

“You have friends among the fey?”

“Uh huh.” Riko nodded. “And I haven’t seen them in ages. In fact, I accepted the transfer here because it got me that much closer, but now I’ll be stationed right there on the border.”

“Hrm…”

“You don’t like fey?”

“No, that’s not it.” Yoshiko shook her head. “I guess I always thought they weren’t that fond of us, something about angels being too uppity or whatever. I mean, they don’t hate us; they aren’t our enemies like the demons.” Even though… She wondered if she should finish that thought.

“I think you’ll find them more accepting than you seem to believe.”

“Maybe…”

“Besides, you’re not exactly the stereotypical uppity angel.”

That was certainly true, so Yoshiko bobbed her head back and forth in amused agreement.

“So…” Riko furrowed her brow as a thought occurred to her. “If you weren’t planning on spending time in fey territory, what were you planning to do in Reusbasium?”

Yoshiko shrugged. “Besides hang out with you and be on the lookout for demons to fight?”

Riko laughed lightly. “Yes, besides that.”

“I’ve been fine with just Phobetor up until now, so…”

“You should visit Campi, on the other side of the border.”

“Maybe…”

“It’s where I will be meeting my friends.”

“Hrm…”

“They have an amazing hot spring.”

Yoshiko raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t think I won’t drag you there.”

“Are you saying I need a bath?”

“No, that’s…” The other girl’s laugher cut her off.

“I’m sorry, I’ll come with you to Campi.” Yoshiko said, still chuckling “I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a hot spring. Think they’d allow Phobetor in?”

“I thought cats hated water?”

“He’s about as normal a cat as I am a normal angel. I think he’d love it.”

“So,” a voice suddenly said from nearby “are you going to stand here flirting all day or are you going to get ready for travel?”

“F-flirting…?” Yoshiko sputtered, spinning to spy Mari standing in the open doorway of her office, wearing a sly grin.

“I’ve secured a transport for the two of you and they’ll be ready to go by noon.”

“We’re not going with you?” Riko asked, her cheeks only starting to lose the redness that had blossomed a moment ago.

“Well, you can, Rikocchi.” The blonde pointed out. “But that would leave…”

“I see.” The redhead nodded. “Understood.”

“I can be ready by then.” The blue-haired girl offered.

“Good, then you’ll be meeting them at the gate at that time.”

“Do you need any help packing, Yocchan?” Riko turned her attention to the other girl in the hall.

“I’ll be good, thanks.” Yoshiko replied. “There isn’t much.”

“So, see you at the gate at noon?”

“Alright, see you then.”

Just before departing, Yoshiko was able to steal one last glance at Riko’s smile. On her way to her soon-to-be-former home, she found herself thinking about the redhead. She couldn’t help recalling that Riko hadn’t denied the possibility that they had been flirting, even if Mari had only been teasing. And she had just chosen to forgo traveling with the rest of the task force in favor of going with Yoshiko. Perhaps… maybe… just maybe, Mari was on to something with her offer. And maybe, just maybe, Yoshiko might think about taking her up on it.

Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#YohaRiko #YoshiRiko #Sakurauchi Riko #Tsushima Yohane #Love Live Sunshine #Heavenly Life #fanfic #Tsushima Yoshiko

4 notes · View notes

emybain · 5 years

Text

Total Fluff Where Nova Surprises Everyone

I previously posted something about a mother coming up to sketch’s team in public and asking them to hold her baby while she did something, and the baby is crying and all of that, and no one can calm them down except for nova, much to everyone’s surprise and amusement. I decided to write it because i have nothing better to do with my life. Im gonna say it takes place post-archenemies but pre-reveal so…. Here.

Edit: Holy heck I did not mean for this to be so long Im so sorry. Warning: this is unedited bc im tired.

Nova’s eyes followed Adrian as he paced back and forth. They were in the lounge, waiting to be called in for a patrol shift. Oscar and Ruby were playing Battle to the Death, like they always did, and were volleying insults to one another. Danna was...well...stuck in swarm mode still. Nova’s stomach churned at the thought. Her butterflies had disappeared after the gala a couple of weeks ago, according to Adrian, and hadn’t made an appearance since. Nova was constantly checking her surroundings whenever she was alone to make sure that one of them wasn’t following her the way the one currently trapped in the room she shared with honey was. She tried to push down thoughts of Danna, and how if her trapped butterfly somehow got loose, it would all be over for Nova.

Nova wanted nothing more than to be done with the Renegades, but she still had a mission. A mission that was supposed to have ended two weeks ago, had it not been for the arrest of her uncle, Ace Anarchy. This hero charade was running itself dry. Nova was back on track; her uncle’s arrest reminded her of that. She was expecting Leroy or Honey or Phobia to tell her any day now that she could put Nova McLain and Insomnia to rest. That she could become Nightmare, fully, again.

She waited for that day with anticipation, fingers itching to grasp it. It was only a matter of time before the Renegades caught onto her game, also. Too many clues, too many reckless mistakes, had been left behind the night of the gala. Then, she had thought her time parading around as a Renegade was over. She hadn’t cared about what she did or the damage she left that would lead the Renegades busting down the door to her home and arresting her. She cared now. Every step, every maneuver, every breath, was taken with precaution. Even now, Nova’s eyes left Adrian’s pacing form to glance at the elevator doors, at the exit signs, at the room full of Renegades that could easily outnumber her. Every time the elevator buzzed open, she expected more experienced and higher up Renegades to come bursting in, armed with powers and weapons and handcuffs and Agent N specifically for Nova.

Adrian passed her for the umpteenth time, and she grabbed his hand, which had been used to amplify his rant about Nightmare. She had only been half listening to him, as it was stuff she had heard a thousand times before, how much he hated her and how she would pay for what she did to Max.

Max, who was currently hidden away in his quarantine. No one was allowed to visit him, not even Captain Chromium. After barely surviving being ran through with the chromium spear, and having to go through a surgery that lasted hours, Max had been transported back to his quarantine to avoid the media and to prevent prodigies from being affected by his power. He was on strict bed rest, and would be that way for many weeks. Nova’s heart tugged, and she longed to tell Adrian that it wasn’t Nightmare who almost killed Max, but Genissa Clark, who was no longer a Renegade after being tranquilized by Nova herself. However, there was no way for her to tell Adrian without revealing her true identity and ruining everything. Not that it would matter much if he knew the truth, anyways. He still hated Nightmare with a burning passion.

Ironic, really.

Adrian paused in his ranting, mid-sentence about how in the hell did Nightmare even have access to Agent N and how she was able to take down Frostbite’s entire team alone. Another thing that could trace itself back to Nova.

Adrian looked down at their hands, mouth open slightly. He stopped pacing, finally, too surprised by her confidant gesture. Nova took the opportunity and pressed her luck more, covering the back of his hand with her other one, sandwiching his together between hers. She squeezed his hand softly with the one holding his palm and stroked his knuckles with the thumb on her other hand. She gazed up at him, trying to feign a worried face. She batted her eyelashes, opened her eyes a little wider, raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips. It wasn’t hard, as she was truly worried about him. About his obsession, his lack of sleep, his constant Nightmare this and Nightmare that. He was worrying himself sick over the same person he was letting hold his hand.

“You need to stop, Adrian.” Nova insisted. “You’ve been going on about Nightmare ever since we set foot in here, and you’ve been obsessing over her ever since that night.” He flinched, down casting his eyes.

“You don’t understand,” he muttered. “I have to find her, Nova. She tried to-”

“I know.” Nova sighed, a little frustrated. She pushed down the negativity, though, and stopped her stroking to stand and nudge his chin so he would look at her. He jumped at the contact. “You need to get your mind off of her.”

Adrian tugged her closer, making Nova’s heart race. She ignored it. Mostly. “I’ve tried. It’s just...it’s hard to after what she did.”

“I know,” Nova repeated. They were inches apart. For all Nova cared, they could be the only two people in that room. In the entire world. “How do you think I felt after my family..you know..” she trailed off, then shook her head. “I was angry for a long time, Adrian. I’m still angry, but there’s nothing I can do about it to change what happened.” When his eyes started to drift away from hers again, she placed a desperate hand on his chest. “Adrian, Max is still here. He was very lucky.”

Adrian stared at her for so long that she shifted, feeling his eyes bore into her, making her feel bare. Then, he closed his eyes, let out a slow breath, and pulled the hand that was still holding his to his lips. The soft press of his kiss on the back of her hand was so intimate that it sent a shock through Nova’s body. She felt her cheeks light up. He held her hand there for a second, then pulled back, letting their entwined hands fall between them. She instantly missed the contact, even though they were still holding one another.

“You’re right,” he finally said, with a slight nod.

Nova pressed a smile to her lips. It was tight. “I have an idea: let’s take a walk. Maybe go to the park? They clearly don’t need us here right now if we haven’t been called in yet, and if they do, we’ll get a message through our communication bands.”

Adrian seemed to ponder it for a moment, then nodded again, this time firmly. “Alright. Should we tell Oscar and Ruby, or should we let them continue their bickering?”

They both glanced over at the pair, who had moved onto another arcade game that Nova was unfamiliar to. It looked like some sort of racing game, with seats and steering wheels. Ruby was trying to mess Oscar up by swiping at his steering wheel, causing his car to veer off-course. He cursed her and swatted at her hand, shoving her away, although not harshly. Ruby cackled, trying to do it again while controlling her own wheel, but Oscar was able to keep her away this time. He kept glancing at her, and if it was out of precaution or affection or both, Nova had no clue. She shook her head.

“I think they need some fresh air, too.”

Nova and Adrian trailed behind Oscar and Ruby, hand in hand. Oscar must’ve made a bad joke, because he threw his head back laughing while Ruby groaned, face palming. Nova caught a glimpse of a smile on her face, however. She also noticed Oscar’s failed attempts to reach for her hand, as Ruby was animated and used her hands whenever she spoke. A pang of sympathy went through Nova for Oscar.

“When are they going to get together,” Nova said under her breath, shooting a smile to Adrian. He chuckled and shook his head.

“When they decide to fess up to each other.”

“So never?”

“Probably.”

Nova shook her head, watching the two in front of them. She thought back to her conversation with Oscar back at the gala. He really was charming, despite, well, everything he did. And it was clear that Ruby liked him back; he was just too in-denial to see it.

A breeze blew through, sending goosebumps down Nova’s arm. The weather was starting to turn, becoming chillier every day. The issued Renegade’s uniform wasn’t exactly made with material for winter. Nightmare’s disguise would’ve kept her warm, she thought smugly.

Ahead, Oscar and Ruby slowed to a stop and looked behind them, waiting for Nova and Adrian to catch up. When they did, the four of them started walking again.

“Have either of you heard anything from Danna?” Ruby asked, worry lacing her tone. “Oscar and I were just discussing that, and how her swarm won’t fair well with this weather.”

Adrian shook his head. “No. Nothing since the gala, when I last messaged her.”

“Yeah, we haven’t heard anything since we saw her butterflies at the cathedral.” Ruby shivered, wrapping her arms around herself.

Nova opened her mouth, about to feign having not seen her either, when a young woman with a crying baby in her arms rushed over to them. The group stopped, all four surprised.

“Excuse me,” the woman said, clearly stressed. “I’m sorry to ask you this, but there are no other mother’s around, and I saw the uniforms. Can you watch my daughter for me for like five minutes? My son just ran off and I can’t catch him while holding her.”

Adrian was the first to speak. “Of course, ma’am.” He smiled at her pleasantly. “Do you need any help finding your son?”

Relief swept over the woman’s features. “No, I know where he’s going, I just need to grab him before he gets there or I’ll be in huge trouble. He’s done this dozens of times that I know his route and how fast he goes, so it won’t take long.” She hurried forward and pushed the baby into Adrian’s arms, forcing him to let go of Nova’s hand, much to her dismay. “Thank you so much! I’ll be back in a minute!” The woman waved a hand over her shoulder as she dashed off in mad pursuit of her rogue son, shouting his name.

Adrian looked to Nova, then to Ruby, then Oscar, panic written all over his face. His shoulders were stiff, and he held the baby at a distance from himself, awkward. The baby continued to cry, harder than before now that she was separated from her mother.

“Help,” was all Adrian said. Nova’s mouth twitched, and she bit her cheek to keep from smiling. It was too comical.

Oscar was less nice about keeping it in, and bust out laughing. Adrian glared at him. Ruby rolled her eyes and stepped forward, muttering about how useless boys were. She took the baby from Adrian’s arms without question, cradling her close to her chest and making shushing sounds. She bounced a little on the balls of her feet, rocking back and forth.

The baby continued to cry, fisting her hands against Ruby’s uniform.

After a minute, Ruby looked up with the same panicked expression as Adrian. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” she stammered out, “I used to hold my brothers all the time when they were babies, and I could usually get them to stop crying. Oscar?”

Oscar backed up, eyes wide. “Hell no. I love kids as much as anyone, but me holding a baby is bad luck.”

Ruby groaned, shifting the infant in her arms.

Nova had an idea. A terrible idea, really, but one that would work. She debated for a bit, arms crossed and biting her lip, then stepped forward, arms outstretched.

“Give her to me.” She beckoned for Ruby to place the crying child in her arms. Ruby looked at Nova as if she had grown a second head. Adrian and Oscar held similar gazes.

Nova’s face reddened at the staring. Her jaw tightened in defense. “What? I had a baby sister. I knew how to calm her better than my parents.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She spent multiple nights using her power on Evie to keep her quiet in their tiny apartment.

Ruby hesitated, then sighed, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe what she was about to do. She placed the baby in Nova’s waiting arms, unfurling her little fists from her uniform. Nova held the infant close to her chest, cradling her beneath the head. Her pudgy face was scrunched up and scarlet from crying. It didn’t look like she would be giving up anytime soon, either.

Nova glanced at the others, who were watching her closely. With a great sigh, and a small tinge of regret for what she was about to do, Nova cleared her throat. Her Papà used to sing her and Evie to sleep when they were having rough nights. She distinctly remembered one lullaby that always got her to fall asleep quickly. And if that didn’t work on this baby, well, she had her power.

Reluctantly, Nova opened her mouth, and sang.

“Ninna nanna, ninna oh

Questo bimbo a chi lo dò?

Ninna nanna, ninna oh

Questo bimbo a chi lo dò?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Nova saw Oscar’s jaw drop. He elbowed Adrian roughly, whispering. Blushing furiously, Nova turned her back to them, swaying from side to side to the rhythm of the song.

“Se lo dò alla befana

se lo tiene una settimana

Se lo dò all’uomo nero

se lo tiene un anno intero.”

The crying from the baby had stopped, thankfully, and the little girl’s eyes were open. Their deep brown orbs stared up at Nova in wonder, mouth open. Nova cracked a small smile, sad, as she thought of Evie.

“Se lo dò al lupo bianco

se lo tiene tanto tanto

Ninna nanna, nanna fate

Il mio bimbo addormentate.”

The infant did not close her eyes as Nova had hoped. Instead, she reached up and tugged at Nova’s hair. Nova ignored this, remembering that Evie used to do the same thing. She started the lullaby again, doing a little dance now. She kept her back to her teammates, not daring to look at them. When she got near the end of the song, she let her power flow through her gently, like with Evie. She stroked the baby’s soft curls, smiling at her as the baby’s eyes grew droopy, then closed. The baby girl relaxed instantly, curling into Nova. Nova hummed the lullaby, pretending that she was still trying to get the baby to fall asleep as she turned to face three wide eyed Renegades, mouths opening and closing like fish out of water. She avoided their gazes, continuing to hum and rock and look at the baby’s features. The baby was pretty adorable when she wasn’t screaming her head off.

“Thank you so much!” Nova looked up to see the mother, now sweaty and out of breath, coming towards them with a squirming toddler beside her. Nova could see how white the woman’s hands were from holding her son so tightly. He looked very proud of himself, mischief in his eyes. “Oh my goodness, you got her to fall asleep?” The mother gaped at Nova, then glanced down at her child, still fast asleep in Nova’s arms.

Nova laughed nervously. “Um, yeah. I sang to her and she just passed out. I used to sing to my little sister all the time when she was a baby. She was always crying, and my parent’s could never get her to sleep. But, whenever I held her, she would fall asleep almost immediately.” A partial lie, but the stranger didn’t need to know that.

“She hates going to sleep!” the woman exclaimed, still staring at her baby in wonder. “It takes me hours to get her to even close her eyes. You have a true gift!” She turned her attention to her son, made him promise to not run away again, let go of his hand, and took her daughter from Nova, slowly to avoid waking her. “If you ever need some extra money, I would love to have you as a babysitter.”

Nova’s eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously. “Oh! Um...I would love to, but...I..I’m already so busy with Renegade work and my studies and things at home.” She smiled sheepishly. “But thank you for the offer.”

The woman’s expression fell for a moment, and Nova felt bad. But what was she to do? Nightmare becoming a babysitter was the last thing Nova needed, even if she could bring in some money for the Anarchists.

“Well, okay. If you change your mind, my name is Liliana Hemmings. I walk through this park every day around this time, so feel free to come find me.” She smiled brightly then at all four of them, gratitude written across her features. “Thank you again so much for the help. It’s always good to know we can count on the Renegades. Have a nice day!” She waved to the four of them, and they all said their goodbyes. Nova bit her lip in irritation at her comment. No one should count on the Renegades. They only brought disappointment.

Oscar whistled loudly, moving forward to clap an arm around Nova’s shoulders, which she pushed away instantly. He snorted, unbothered. “Well, would you look at that? Our vicious and antisocial little Nova not only knows how to rock a baby, but she can sing too!” Nova glared at him, then cast her eyes downward. When she didn’t reply, Oscar continued. “And did you guys hear that vibrato? I say she’s a solid soprano.”

“Shut up, Oscar.” Nova rolled her eyes, annoyed, yet trying to keep a smile from blooming on her face.

“No, but seriously, where did you learn all of that, Nova?” Ruby raised an eyebrow, amused.

Nova shrugged, shrinking under so much attention. “My dad used to sing all the time in Italian. And like I already said, I used to help put my sister to sleep all the time because my parents always had a hard time.”

They seemed to ponder this for a moment. Then, all of their communication bands went off.

“Looks like they need us.” Ruby beckoned them. “C’mon, let’s head back.” She and Oscar started walking, and Nova was thankful, for the first and last time in history, for the Renegades for saving her from further embarrassment. She started to follow behind Oscar and Ruby, but was pulled back by Adrian. There was a teasing smile on his face that burned her cheeks, yet she still allowed him to pull her against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist confidently. Through their uniforms, she could feel his heart beating against hers.

“You have a beautiful voice,” he murmured, moving a hand to cup her cheek. His hand was cool against its heat. “I had no idea you could sing.”

“Oh, we’re being Mr. Suave now, are we?” Nova tried to keep a neutral voice, but she couldn’t hide the shaking in her tone. Adrian grinned, much to her frustration, pleased at the not-compliment. The hand still at her waist squeezed, and she bit her lip to keep from gasping. Her arms remained at her side, balled into fists. She would not be drawn into his antics.

“I’m feeling much better because of you, Nova. I wanted to thank you.” His voice turned sincere, and he pulled her closer, tilting his head down. Nova’s eyes betrayed her, flitting down to his lips. She glanced back up at him.

“You’re welcome,” she said, although it came out hoarse. She could feel Adrian’s breath on her chin. Unable to control herself anymore, Nova closed the space between them, pressing her lips against his. He grinned and returned the kiss, deepening it slightly.

“We’re in public.” She pulled back slightly, just to have Adrian chase after her lips.

“And?” He moved both his hands now to cup her face, kissing her tenderly. Nova wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her fingers into his hair. She could go on like this forever, wrapped in Adrian’s warm embrace, cuddling, kissing, enjoying every second life had to offer.

And then Oscar had to ruin it.

“Ay, lovebirds!” he yelled, almost twenty feet away. The people around them turned their attention to Nova and Adrian. Nova pulled back instantly, but Adrian leaned in for one final peck, lingering a second too long for Oscar’s liking. “Can you keep your faces apart for two seconds or am I gonna have to come over there?” Nova turned, glaring. She wanted to slap that smug smile from Oscar’s face. Next to him, Ruby held her face in her hands, probably embarrassed for Nova and Adrian.

“We’re coming!” Adrian called back, tugging at Nova’s hand.

Not two (2) days later, in the lounge before a night patrol:

“You guys remember that time Nova showed her soft side by singing in Italian for a baby in public?”

“Oscar if you don’t shut up now I will throw this pillow at you.”

#renegades #renegades fanfic #archenemies #archenemies spoilers #nodrian #novian #novadrian #fluff #its so long im sorry #also not sorry lmao #nova and adrian will be the death of me #it is 2 am i started this hours ago #no regrets

226 notes · View notes

moralhymn · 5 years

Photo

first off, let me say holy crap. i’ve been writing ardyn since the middle of march of 2018 ( march 16th was the day this blog launched oh my god ) and i’ve come such a tremendously long way since then in terms of both being his handler and as a person. i’ve changed a lot over this year; i’ve let some very old stuff go so it’s no longer dragging me down, i’ve learned to be gentler and kinder to people and most especially to myself, and i’ve fallen so deeply in love with ardyn that it’s ridiculous. oh, not a romantic love by any stretch, but just-- love. he’s such a complex character and i’m having so much fun pulling him apart. ( boy, lucifer, calm your sadistic ass down. )

i honestly never anticipated falling for ardyn as hard as i have, despite the fact that he’s very much the kind of muse that i’ve always favored over the years; if there’s a villain in something, usually, i go for them pretty hard. and boy oh boy, did i go hard for ardyn. i genuinely first stepped into the fandom writing gladio, but that didn’t last. i don’t remember what point it was that i yelled out ❝ fuck it ! ❞ and picked ardyn up in the process of playing the game, but it might’ve been close to the end. it was certainly during that playthrough, though, that i found myself becoming absolutely fascinated with him. my twin knew. she knew. she absolutely knew i was going to fall head over heels for him. honestly, it’s kind of interesting i never went for him first, but he kind of snuck into my head and made himself and home and now he won’t leave and i’m too happy to have him around to make him go away.

and boy, i look at how i was writing ardyn at the start of things and then how he shifted profoundly in my portrayal and now i think i’ve got a great grasp of him overall. but honestly, i wouldn’t have done so well with him if i hadn’t gotten such amazing folks to write with along the way either! seriously, i get to look at some of you and i just grin because without you guys, i wouldn’t have made it this far. so i suppose i should shut up and show y’all off, right, those of you who’ve been a lot of impact on myself and the muse!

first off, the people that i just gotta yell about!

@somnalhymn / @defial / @necrtic / @fatedhymn : hey ezra, guess what, you’re first indeed. like, honestly, i think i had to put you first. you were a major, major inspiration for a lot of stuff that came through with my muse recently ( especially that headcanon i wrote ) and i honestly adore talking to you. you’re one of my best friends and i love seeing your writing on my dash. marcel is one of my favorite characters to read, you’re writing the antichrist, AND you also bring around the one person ardyn wants to fuck up more than anything. how could i NOT adore you? your writing is always a genuine treat to read and you give your characters such great personality that it’s always fun to get into things with you. guess what, you’re stuck with me.

@pistolhymn / @unhclybeast : hi vic! i know we don’t talk as much as i’d like to but i always notice you around on the dash and grin because you’re fun to watch. honestly, i love seeing what’s going on and i really should bother you and your prompto a lot more often because woo boy ardyn is an asshole and he likes to terrorize him a little too much and that’s how it goes. shoot him in the face, though. just do it. please. someone needs to. but seriously, i’m super glad i’ve gotten to be friends with you! you’re amazing!

@stealsfaces : hey, viral, you’re on here too! i know we don’t talk much but it’s always great to talk with you, period, and i’m always happy to see a fellow phan around! i honestly just wanna chuck ardyn at all of your characters and see what chaos can ensue from doing so, but i’m a little awful like that. well, a lot awful actually. but it’s fun listening to you talking about your characters and seeing your art and i absolutely have to spend time laughing over seeing what’s going on with pavi too! you make him so adorable and so cute and i love it. keep on bein’ awesome!

@tempcsts / @stcrshell : so, hey, hey, a.k. i’m so glad i sent you that ask that got you following me that one night and that you DID decide to do so because holy heck i’ve gotten to plot things out with you and you better believe ardym’s ready to do bad things to both gladio and prompto. i’m also so happy that i got to be the exception to your no ardyns rule and that i’ve successfully devastated you with this old bastard. getting to harass your gladio and prompto always puts a smile on my face and i’ve formed a pretty good modern version of ardyn in my head thanks to you. i look forward to seeing what we can get into in 2019 together!

@sagcfire : yo, mash. i just found you out of the blue one day ( probably through a.k. ) and just clicked follow and then. then. THEN i dragged you down into ardnis hell and i’m absolutely not sorry in the least. you’re such a fun person to write with and i love all the stuff we have going on. your ignis is such a sassy person and i adore the way you handle him and give him that caring edge while making it absolutely clear he’s ready to cut a bitch. i’m so slow sometimes and i apologize but you put up with me and share pictures of your pupper and i’m grateful for it. so here’s to finding out what will happen come the new year, right?~ let’s do it!

@pikacheeka : and of course you are on this thing. pika, you are one of the most amazing people i’ve met over 2018. i found your first fic on here by pure random chance, had to reblog it and scream about it, and then i went and read it on ao3 and screamed about it there, and then we started talking and i dragged you into the fun times of roleplay. and what roleplay we’ve done! we’ve done so much in such a short period of time and we’re both ardyn fanatics and we’re both more than happy to discuss some of that stuff that we both know would make other people sideeye us. but honestly, i love that i got to talking to you and writing with you and just having you in my life. you’ve got such a fantastic grasp on ardyn and ignis alike and i just try keeping up with you on things as much as i can. i know stuff’s been hard for you but hopefully 2019 will produce better results. you’re my partner-in-crime and i adore you to pieces when all is said and done. you make me think about how to reinterpret ardyn constantly and i love it. we can bounce off of each other and while i know you’re a stickler for canon and i play fast and loose with it, we both agree on many things regarding him. so here’s to 2019 and seeing what will come. and, you know, it’ll be the year of our death when the episode drops. no biggie!

@ofrhapsodes : so amor has to be on here too because, guess what, you’re one of the most fantastic writers i’ve seen! your genesis is fabulous and i also admire versus from afar as well. i love that i can already hear you screaming at me from the future for what i’m going to write and knowing that it’ll be a fantastic time because i’m a liiiiiiiittle mean like that, but the chemistry between your genesis and my sephiroth is always dazzling to me. they click so well and i honestly would love to see us get something written in a time frame where it’s just them being softer and kinder to one another. but you’re awesome and i always love seeing you around on my dash. it’s superb!

@luciantechnophile / @crownblackbird : hey, you two, i’m smooshing you together in this because i can’t have one of you without the other. i honestly remember just following alex at a casual ‘oh hey another prompto’ glance and then things just exploded. ardyn’s got a son, and a nephew he’s not so fond of ( but that’s normal ) and you two are amazingly cute together. i love getting to hear about both of you and what you’re up to and it’s so much fun to have you both on my dash. we need to all sit down and properly write some stuff out, of course, but i just love getting to be friends with both of you. keep on being amazing. you two give me hope for myself. that and i get to cackle about some stuff that i toss at you guys. alex, ollie, you guys are awesome and i hope you both know that! keep on being amazing together, yeah?

@glysimachia : djaq, i had to throw you on here too. you just blasted onto the scene with gaea and i’ve been enthralled with her ever since. she’s so gorgeous and beautiful and your writing is fantastic. we just started throwing gaea and ardyn together without any hesitation and i adore seeing what you toss out there so much. you draw me in with everything you write and you’ve just got a beautiful presentation on your character. honestly, you always make me cackle in glee so much and i consider you one of the better friends i’ve got, even if we don’t talk as much as we should. but i’m hoping that 2019 will help change this! some day, we’ve got to sit and make a proper thread happen! until then, though, it’ll be great to just hang out with you!

and now, onto the honorable mentions! ( which means i notice you out there; you might not think i do but i do! )

@dragonaea / @bladestruck / @ultimabladed / @guncobo / @gotitmemorised / @triggerxhappy / @scientiadelicacy / @gldius / @antimundi / @leorugiet / @sixba / @auraculxm / @rexcrystallis / @argentumtonitrua / @astralwritten / @chainedvaliance / @hayareach / @heroicglaive / @pitofgloom / @dvoveo / @avengeir / @thexrightxhand / @ardorminerva / @dawnryse / @petiitpriince / @igtia / @bladestruck / @onuscientia / @vxmpirehunterd / @khresme / @chosenbythecrystal / @falsecoded / @chainedempire / @photowove / @nomadicnovice

& everyone else that follows me and i follow in return! thank you all for a wonderful 2018! here’s to doing even better in 2019!

41 notes · View notes

randomguywithwords · 5 years

Text

Hour Of Need (Villain Deku AU Short Story)

Caution: Manga Spoilers for Ch 213

How had he not seen it coming?

He was an idiot. Their cover, if you could call it that, was so exposed. A few steps, and the villains would be in their faces.

And he’d seen how fast that purple monster had moved. He hadn’t anticipated the other man to move so fast.

No, he didn’t move fast. If he had been more focused, he could have easily knocked his hand away. But he was frozen with abject terror. His legs were shaking, cold, from the icy water and the what felt like lack of blood pumping through them. He could not move them.

His hands...his only weapons, his only source of defense, didn’t move either. They were trembling uncontrollably, as though Kaminari had unleashed his electricity into them. He felt so ashamed. All Might, Eraserhead...they’d be able to move them. They would have been able to react in a second, less than that even.

They would have been able to save Tsu.

What good was shame now? She was dead, her body reduced to dust and ash that floated in the still water. Mineta was behind him. He heard him sobbing.

He heard himself scream, “Tsu!”. It was pathetic.

Aizawa-sensei gave a weak cry, as the Nomu held him down. The other man, Tsu’s killer, laughed maniacally as he withdrew his hand to admire his work. “That was fun,” he said.

Something heavy beat inside him. Something warm, growing hotter by the second.

Anger. Loss. We act as one, Izuku Midoriya, he heard two voices speak in his mind. One male and one female.

He screamed himself hoarse, and black tendrils burst from his fingertips. They streaked across the air in a fraction of a second, striking everything in sight. They slammed into the ground, splitting the dirt like a tremor. Others burrowed into the Nomu, tearing into its flesh. It roared in agony.

The other man leapt back quickly, his expression unreadable, given the hand covering his face, but Midoriya could tell he was stunned and scared.

So was he, as he realised that he couldn’t control...whatever this was. The tendrils didn’t seem to have a regard for friend or foe. Some nearly struck Aizawa-sensei.

Control it, the woman whispered. You are the vessel. We are the spirit. Midoriya struggled, but the tendrils ejected so much force it was pushing him back. His foothold in the muddy riverbed loosened. He gritted his teeth, angling his body forward and stomping his left foot down, effectively countering the recoil.

His eyes fell on the man, and the tendrils responded to his rage, redirecting towards him.

“Nomu!” He shrieked, and instantly, the Nomu was blocking the attack, but even the abomination could not sustain the damage. The coils tore at its skin, ripping chunks of it out and spilling black blood onto the ground. The muscles and sinews regenerated, but the relentless assault of Midoriya’s newfound power shredded them faster.

The creature howled in agony as gradually, the dark whips of energy flayed it alive. Behind him, Midoriya saw the man retreat step by step.

Blood pounded in his head. Midoriya felt pure hatred towards the villains, and all the logic in his brain was pushed to the back, unable to reason with his feelings. The image of Tsu dissolving, her last expression: fear...He’d never seen her scared. And that made him utterly furious. Furious enough to unleash his pent-up anger towards these murderers.

The loss of a friend is one I can empathise with, Midoriya...Believe me, the female said, her voice low and hollow, as though genuinely grieving. Perhaps she lost someone she loved?

A magenta rift opened up suddenly between Izuku and the Nomu, and Izuku saw the tendrils flying at him. He clenched his fists immediately to extinguish the energy, but the remnants were aimed right at him.

Loss.

The air in front of him suddenly sparkled. His vision of the portal, the Nomu and the background became distorted and blur. Then, the piercing sound of shattering of glass deafened his ears.

Glass shards rained down, sprinkling on the ground as the tendrils collided violently with the wall of glass that materialised out of thin air. The coils dissipated upon impact, and the shards lay scattered on the ground like an iridescent field of deadliness. The villains wouldn’t be able to engage him now, but neither could he. In short, all attacks would be ranged.

Black Whip, the man said with a hint of pride.

Vitrification, the woman echoed.

Izuku Midoriya, they spoke in unison, One For All is your quirk. Use it.

And use it he did.

“Kurogiri! Retreat!” The pale man ordered in a quaking voice.

In that moment, Izuku held total control over two quirks he barely knew about. Knowledge flooded his head from unknown sources. His movements felt familiar, as though he’d been using them his whole life, and even longer.

He raised his right hand. Black Whip responded, launching a volley of tendrils at the rift.

“Foolish,” Kurogiri’s voice boomed within the rift.

Then Izuku flicked his hand upwards, and the whips responded, changing directions at a 90-degree angle to pass over the portal entirely. Simultaneously, he leapt upwards and created steps of glass to gain height over his adversaries.

The three villains looked up, stunned, at this teenager who, all of a sudden, seemed to gain two quirks and was besting them in a fight.

Kurogiri’s rift surged over to protect both the Nomu and the other man, but Izuku found his target. A particular part of the rift which held Kurogiri’s misty eyes. He clenched his left hand, and a prison of glass surrounded the villain, encasing him entirely, causing the rift to dissipate.

Izuku screamed, firing a bolt of black energy into the glass cage. It struck the prison, shattering the glass, but pierced straight through as well, hitting Kurogiri’s chest.

The villain gave a choking cry, and the purple rift faded for the last time.

Eyes still burning with rage, and his vengeance left unsated, Izuku turned his gaze towards the remaining two, who were affixed in place. The Nomu was wailing as he was incapacitated with pain, his skin slowly regrowing. Izuku saw the white of bone beneath.

As for the other man, he was still, looking at Izuku, and he felt a dark satisfaction knowing that he was petrified.

“Midoriya!” He heard Aizawa-sensei’s voice. “Stop this, or I’ll erase your quirks!”

He turned his gaze towards his teacher, a man whom he had always respected. But he was telling him to stop? Not to avenge Tsu’s murder?

“Sorry, Aizawa-sensei. You can try.” Midoriya replied coldly. He formed a huge chunk of glass between him and Eraserhead, distorting his view of the heavily-injured pro hero till he could only see a blur of black and grey cloth.

Not missing a beat, he fired off another slew of dark tendrils that rained down on the Nomu, puncturing the beast till its cries were silenced. When the dust cleared, all that was left of it was its yellow beak and severed pieces of dark purple flesh, like the handiwork of an inexperienced butcher.

“Stop! Please! Mercy!” The last villain begged, getting on his knees.

Pathetic, he thought.

“Shhhrrk!” A single coil of dark energy ran straight through the villain’s heart. Midoriya retracted his hand, recalling it, letting the villain’s corpse plop onto the bloodstained dirt.

Silence befell the battlefield. Midoriya stood above, surveying it, his rage slowly dissipating.

“Young Midoriya?” His head flicked towards the voice. He knew that voice.

He saw All Might standing on a cliff, overlooking the plane, a few metres from him. His expression was that of horror and shock.

Midoriya’s fury faded. His vision widened. His mind cleared.

“What...have you done?” All Might said, sounding, for once in his life, scared.

Izuku’s eyes became glassy. “I...I don’t know.” Tears ran down his cheeks.

What have I done?

You’ve done well, Izuku Midoriya, a third voice spoke in his head. It was deep, resonant and sounded pleased.

You’ve done very, very well.

Holy shit this was fun to write. Might turn this into a full story, but I think there are plenty of Villain Deku stories out there. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them used the U.S.J incident to incite his villainous thoughts.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #midoriya izuku #izuku #midoriya #bnha midoriya #villain deku #villain AU #deku villain #short story #writing practice #bnha fanfiction #bnha fanfic #bnha oneshot

32 notes · View notes

sagesparrow394 · 6 years

Text

Blueberry Body

Sequel to my fanfic Blueberry Blush, which can be found here! Read that one first.

Pairings: Logicality

Summary: In attempts to prove Willy Wonka is realistic, Roman tries to recreate the blueberry gum, with Logan as his tester. After many failed attempts, one finally has an effect.

‘Microsoft Nerd!’

Logan sighed upon hearing Roman call out. At least twice a week, Roman would ask for Logan to test a piece of gum in hopes it would turn the logical side into... Logan felt stupid just thinking it, a giant blueberry.

Basically, after last month’s movie night, Roman wanted to prove that the events in Willy Wonka are realistic and possible, and after a situation filled with misunderstandings, it led to Roman vowing to recreate the gum in the movie and Logan agreeing to be the tester. To be fair, when Logan agreed, he had thought the prince had been joking. That had been proven wrong, though, when Roman had come knocking on his door a day later with a stick of gum.

That gum had had zero effect. Neither had any of the others that followed. Well, except the last one, which had turned his tongue blue for two hours.

Logan stood from his desk and stepped out from his room before heading down the corridor and into the living room. Roman was stood there, a stick of gum in his hand. ‘I have a good feeling about this one. My apologies for the events that will follow.’

Logan rolled his eyes as he took the gum. ‘It’s not going to work.’ He put the gum in his mouth and started chewing. Roman waited in anticipation. Finally, Logan spoke. ‘The worst one yet. It doesn’t have any flavour.’

‘What?!’ Roman’s eyes widened in confusion. ‘But I put in extra blueberry this time, you should at least be able to taste that!’

‘Nothing,’ Logan shrugged. ‘I’m sorry, Roman, but it appears I’m still right.’ The teacher turned and left the room to get back to his work, smirking cockily. Roman sighed before turning to head back to his room.

‘Back to the drawing board, I guess...’

Logan sat back behind his desk after spitting out the flavourless gum, where he worked on making schedules for filming for the Sanders Sides episode that would come after the one they were filming the next day. However, after a while, he began to feel drowsy.

The logical side didn’t notice that, as he fell asleep at his desk, a blueberry flavour washed over his taste buds.

* * * * *

The next morning, Virgil was awake in his bed, headphones on and scrolling through Tumblr, as he had been since 2am. Roman was still in bed, a prince has to get their beauty sleep. Patton was in the kitchen, making pancakes for them all for breakfast.

Then a scream echoed through the mindscape, causing Virgil to throw off his headphones, Roman to fall out of bed and Patton to accidentally flip a pancake onto the ceiling.

Patton was the first to arrive at Logan’s bedroom door, closely followed by Virgil and then Roman. Patton tried the door only to find it locked.

‘Loganberry, are you in there?’ Patton asked, concerned for his boyfriend’s safety. ‘A-are you okay?’

‘Uh... y-yeah, I’m fine, n-no need to come in...’ Logan’s voice replied from the other side, sounding uneasy.

‘You literally just screamed, I don’t think I believe you,’ Virgil replied. ‘What’s going on?’

‘I... I just don’t want you to see me like this...’

The three sides outside the room shared a confused glance.

‘Lo, can at least I come in?’ Patton asked. ‘I promise, I won’t judge you for whatever’s going on.’

There was a pause before Logan replied. ‘Okay... But please don’t let the others see me, especially Roman.’

‘What? Why me?’ Roman asked, sounding slightly offended.

‘Of course, Loganberry,’ Patton replied to his boyfriend. He turned to Roman and Virgil. ‘Would you two mind...?’

The anxious and royal traits shared a glance before heading off into the living room. Patton heard the lock on Logan’s door click open. The moral side pulled the handle of the door and stepped inside.

‘Okay, Logy, what’s going- OH MY GOSH!’

Logan was stood in front of Patton, looking very different to how he had the day before. For one, he was blue from head to toe. His skin, hair, eyes, every part of him was the exact colour of a blueberry. On top of that, his stomach had a slight, but noticeable bulge to it.

‘It seems Roman’s newest version of the gum was more effective than I thought...’ Logan was staring at his feet, unable to look Patton in the eye.

The moral side was silent as he stepped forward, still staring at Logan. He reached out a hand and, after a moment of hesitation, gave Logan’s belly a small poke. There was a faint sound of sloshing and Logan’s face blushed a darker blue.

‘Well... I guess it could be worse...?’ Patton shrugged trying to look on the bright side.

Logan didn’t seem as optimistic, sighing as he sat down on his bed. ‘How is anyone going to take me seriously when I look like this? Look at me! My whole purpose relies on my being taken seriously so that you’ll listen to me in conversations, which is going to never happen again!’ He couldn’t help tears welling in his eyes. ‘I’m going to be a laughing stock... I understand if you want to break up with me.’

Patton sat down next to his boyfriend and lifted the logical trait’s chin, so they were looking each other in the eyes.

‘Lo, listen to me. I love you so, so, so much. I’d never break up with you because of this. If anything, it just makes the nickname I gave you more accurate! You are and always will be my little blueberry...’

He pressed his lips against Logan’s purple ones, both of them blushing their signature blues. Then Patton pulled away, giggling.

‘What is it?’ Logan asked, flustered.

‘Your kisses taste like blueberries,’ Patton explained. ‘It’s nice.’

Logan flushed darker, smiling slightly. ‘Are you sure you’re okay with this?’

‘Of course!’ Patton replied, taking the logical side’s hands in his own. ‘But you don’t have to let the others know until you’re ready, okay? I’ll be here for you no matter what you decide.’

‘Okay,’ Logan nodded, smiling at his boyfriend. However, his smile soon disappeared as he felt the familiar tug of Thomas trying to summon him. ‘Oh no... the video...’

‘The video?’ Patton paused before his eyes widened. He wrapped his arms around Logan, holding him tightly. ‘I won’t let you go up if you’re not ready, okay... I promise I’ll hold onto- ’

Logan was pulled from Patton’s grasp.

‘Patton!’

‘Logan!’

Patton shouting his name was the last thing Logan heard before rising up into his spot in Thomas’ living room. Then he was met with three different exclamations of surprise.

‘Oh my god!’

‘Holy shit...’

‘It worked! …Kinda.’

Logan couldn’t help but glare at Roman as hot tears welled in his eyes. Here he was, on camera, a video that would be watched by at least 2.8 million people, and he looked like a blue, bloated freak. And it was all Roman’s fault for making that stupid gum.

‘I am going to kill you.’

‘Huh?’

Two seconds later, Logan and Roman were wrestling on the floor.

‘This is all your fault for giving me that stupid gum!’

‘You agreed to test it!’

‘I didn’t think it would work!’

‘You still agreed!’

‘I thought you were joking the first time you brought it up!’

Logan managed to pin Roman down and raised a fist to punch him in the face.

‘Logan, stop!’

Patton’s arms wrapped around the logical side, pulling him away from Roman. As Logan looked up into the moral side’s disappointed eyes, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He burst into tears, burying his head into his boyfriend’s shoulder. ‘I-I’m sorry... I just...’ He paused. ‘I sh-shouldn’t blame R-Roman... This is my own fault...!’

‘Ssh, Loganberry... it’s okay... it’s not your fault...’

As Roman watched the usually calm and composed side falling apart, sobbing in Patton’s arms, he couldn’t help but feel bad... Logan was right, it was Roman’s fault. He had to make this right.

‘Logan...?’

The teacher looked up at the prince, his eyes bloodshot, purple tear tracks on his cheeks.

‘I think I might be able to do something to help you.’ Roman stood up and extended a hand to Logan.

The logical side stared at Roman for a moment, biting his lip in consideration. Finally, he took Roman’s hand in his blue one. The two of them sank out.

There was a moment of silence.

‘...What the heck’s going on?’ Thomas asked.

Patton and Virgil shared a glance before telling Thomas everything: the movie night and the events of it, Roman trying to recreate the Wonka gum, Logan inadvertently agreeing to the tester, and the results the newest version of it had.

‘Oh my gosh...’ Thomas ran a hand through his hair. ‘And Logan’s stuck like that?’

‘Well, apparently not, judging by Roman’s actions...’ Virgil replied. ‘Anyway, Thomas, you summoned us for a video, so tell us, what’s going on?’

‘Um, actually, I think this solved the problem,’ Thomas replied. ‘My creativity’s been a bit lacking recently, and I’m guessing it’s because Roman’s been so focused on this gum thing.’

Speaking of Roman, he suddenly rose up into his spot. ‘I did what I could, which wasn’t much to be fair, but I tried.’

Logan rose up into his own spot. He was still blue from head to toe, but his stomach was now its ordinary size. ‘Thank you, Roman. I feel a little better.’

‘Don’t apologise,’ Roman insisted. ‘I don’t deserve it. I was trying to turn you into a blueberry, for Pete’s sake! What on earth was I thinking?!’ He sighed. ‘I really don’t deserve any thanks...’

‘Now, now, Roman, you still helped Lo in the end,’ Patton replied. ‘Don’t put yourself down like that.’

‘Yeah, that’s my job. We don’t need to self-hating sides,’ Virgil added.

‘Isn’t there anything that can be done about Logan’s skin?’ Thomas asked.

‘Unfortunately not,’ Roman shrugged. ‘You’ve read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Violet leaves the factory with her skin still blue.’

Logan looked slightly disheartened at this, so Patton walked past the camera and wrapped his arms around the logical side. ‘It’s okay, Lo. I don’t care what colour you are, and I love you all the same. And I’m sure these three won’t take you any less seriously.’ He turned to the others for confirmation, and Virgil, Roman and Thomas all nodded.

Logan hugged back. ‘Thank you, Patton, for everything. I guess I should just focus on what you said earlier: “It could be worse.” And, Roman, again, thank you too. You may have started this, but at least you tried to make up for your mistake, which is much better than a lot of people. And, anyway, I was slightly at fault too. Truce?’

Roman smiled. ‘Truce.’

‘So, it’s all good?’ Thomas asked, looking between all the sides.

‘Apart from the shitstorm that the Famders will start over me and this video, I think so,’ Logan nodded.

‘Language!’ Patton scolded. ‘But I promise I will help you through whatever follows this.’ He gave Logan a kiss, smiling as he pulled away. ‘Still tastes like blueberries.’

‘Well, this whole this has certainly been interesting. Call me back when something more relevant to me happens.’ Virgil sunk out.

‘I should probably go and clear out the gum-making stuff from my room and get started on the new script. You’ve really set me up for a lot of work with promising two Sanders Sides videos in one month, Thomas.’ Roman sunk out.

‘So, Loganberry, you feeling a lot more confident with yourself?’ Patton asked, stroking the logical side’s hair.

‘Yes, I think so,’ Logan smiled. ‘It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, you’re the only person whose opinion I care about. And if you’re okay with this, that’s all I need to know.’

Patton rested his forehead against Logan’s. ‘I love you, my little blueberry.’

‘I love you too, Pat.’

The two of them sank out.

Thomas turned to the camera. ‘Well, this didn’t go as I planned... But I still think something can be learnt from this. People can get really hung up on their appearances and what people will think of them based on their looks, and think they look bad as they are and that they need to make changes, but this is a really unhealthy mindset. You are all beautiful and handsome as you are, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Don’t let yourself be pressured into changing yourself if you don’t want to.

‘I think a lesson about forgiveness could be learnt from this too. Getting revenge, while it may seem satisfying, often just makes you stoop to the level of whoever hurt you. By accepting their apology, you are the bigger person, and in some cases, may even make a new friend, or repair a friendship.

‘Well, that’s all for today. Take it easy guys, gals and non-binary pals. Peace out!’

Tags: @weirdonehereoops, @joygaytrash, @punsterterry, @katie-the-noble-fangirl, @pumpkinminette, @metryingtobeme, @robanilla, @nerdy-as-heck

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #logan sanders #sanders sides logan #patton sanders #sanders sides patton #roman sanders #sanders sides roman #virgil sanders #sanders sides virgil #blueberry #fanfiction #fanfic #logicality

101 notes · View notes