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On Witches, Wizards, and Wild Ones: A Conspiracy Board from the Walls of the Witch of the Wondering Path

Ahoohoo and crackle crackle!

This is an attempt of untangling some threads, stretching out their red yarn and connecting one thing to another or maybe to nothing at all. A series of notes and questions on what we know, what we may know so far, or at the very least what we have been told. The purpose is mostly to try and determine who might be behind the assassination attempt of the station of the Witch of the World’s Heart, before the Coven of Elders convenes, but also some other stuff, because these sorts of things balloon out quite quickly when one is combing through transcripts for clues. And also a dragon??

I shall analyze and speculate from what we have been told, knowing some inconsistencies may be characters concealing truths, interpreting them differently, or that some inconsistencies will be born of this beautiful improvisational medium. I will also do so knowing that Brennan is playing a long game, setting up characters and plot threads for a future he does not entirely know yet.

Settle in with your warm drinks and campfire blankets everyone, this is 12 page paper.

THE CURSE(S)

There are several appearances of curses in both the Children’s Adventure and the first arc, often characterized by an exhalation of dark smoke.

In the Children’s Adventure: While not confirmed as a curse, when Grandmother Wren leaves (to a meeting with friends that the wizards don’t know about, to see where the missing Eoighorain might be) to what is presumably a meeting with the Coven of Elders, she returns with a bandage tied around her forearm. But it does not look too horrifying and it is not soaked with blood. She describes the trip as eventful and necessary. (Possibly at the castle of Indri, the Witch of the Wind and Stars, as the conclave will be the second meeting there in a century.)

In episode 8, 2 days before Steel arrives to bring Suvi home, Grandmother Wren returns to the cottage after leaving to try and figure out why Soft and Stone have not come yet. She went to a place that they had told her was safe, and someone was there waiting to hurt her. Grandmother Wren tells Suvi “They’re gone now.”

Grandmother Wren looks ill; her hair is white and her hand is described as black and red and withered, burnt and cracking with blood streaming down from a wound that can’t set. Her breath is ragged, weak, and quick. The curse is described to Eursulon as not strong, but clever. He also learns that the curse uses her pain to keep the itself in place; that it gets stronger the more she tries to feel and deal with the pain.

After the children work together to trap the curse and heal Grandmother Wren, Suvi recognizes the mist of wizardly teleportation magic outside. The girls just barely see Grandmother Wren’s footprints outside the door, but do not see anyone else’s, nor any other signs of entry. Suvi is able to tell that the magic is not Grandmother Wren’s.

After investigating this caught curse, which Grandmother Wren at first believed was the work of the wizard, she determines the curse was expecting a wizard, and did not believe its origins were of this realm. She also says it should have killed her, but it didn’t, because they were expecting someone else.

I was surprised re-listening that Grandmother Wren believed this portion of the curse expected a wizard. I think this curse may have been on an item capable of teleportation magic (no second set of footprints) perhaps meant for Soft and Stone, but when its target became Grandmother Wren, a contingent effect was triggered, or this is another curse altogether perhaps mingling with the larger curse on both her and Ame. Grandmother Wren thought Soft and Stone were spending the summer trying to find out who their true friends were - perhaps the Coven of Elders were also testing who they could trust. While “They’re gone now. Do you understand?” implies Grandma Wren whooping their ass 6 ft under the ground, she hadn’t figured out who cast it yet at that point, which leads me to believe that they were not present. The origin not being of this realm makes me think the origin of the curse is The Stranger.

In Ep 01:

Here we discover the larger curse on both Grandmother Wren and Ame, when they realize a curse has robbed Ame of her memories and knowledge, of her station and of who she could trust and prevents Grandmother Wren from telling her about the Coven of Elders or calling herself the Witch of the World’s Heart. Grandmother Wren breaks through the curse (but not breaking it proper) as it tries to “stop the coronation” by willing the house, and all that is hers to Ame.

After, Brennan tells us “Grandmother Wren can no longer speak as she concentrates on magic, she has not fought off this curse”

Taro addresses the Granddaughters of Wren and tells them “The curse is powerful, but the secrets that Wren shared still live. You have been cursed too” and then, speaking of Wavebreaker, “But there is a key, a key to find where they are being kept, and a key to cut them free when found. There is a source with the power to disenchant and scry”

GrandaughterS of Wren - is Suvi afflicted by any part of the curse, or was Taro’s “you” only addressing Ame? Taro also says Wavebreaker has the power to find where the secrets are being kept, and the power to scry but this is not currently reflected in the statblock…but more on that later when we talk about the Stranger’s possible connection to Wavebreaker.

We also learn in Episode 15, once Ame recovers her memories, that the Stranger had attacked Grandmother Wren at the Grove of the Well— a place sacred to the Coven of Elders, a month prior to her bed rest. She also tells Ame “For some time now, since you were a very little girl, in fact, he has been moving upon our world in a way that I cannot quite see.

Is part of the curse helping to obscure The Pilgrim Under the Stars, The Man in Black, The King of Night, The Stranger from Grandmother Wren? Did he start moving in such a way shortly after she took in Ame as her apprentice (which she was “cutting a bit close”) and the succession of her station was in the process of being secured, not going the way of either Scalvi, the Witch of the Watching Fire or Oruna, the Witch of the Wide Blue Sea?

In Ep 14:

In episode 14 when Eursulon breaks the curse on Ame we are told “Whatever entity placed this curse on Grandmother Wren and Ame put a spell so nasty that it was standing in front of successive contingent effects. That there’s like, a nested series of spells within Ame, and you’re excising all of them. But the big one that Ame was aware of was hiding some others”

The curse afflicting Grandmother Wren at the end of summer, seems to be the larger curse affected both her and Ame. The children only excised and trapped one part of many of the curse.

The curse is described as something sliding and clicking, liquid poison filled with a puzzle, turning from the inside, made of shadow. something that twists and rotates and expands and pierces. The curse is also holding onto something as it leaves - Ame is able to grab and safekeep the knowledge the curse attempts to steal from her on a Nat 20 wisdom save, and then collapses to the ground and expectorates black bile that smells of iron and blood, like Eoighorain, with a 9 on her constitution save. Her breathing remains strong, not ragged (unlike Grandmother Wren). We are told, through Suvi’s identify spell, that the bile is not the curse itself, but was behind the curse - something hidden there, meant to kill Ame if the curse were to be broken

Does the bile smell of Eoighorain because its a contribution he made to the curse (he is a known entity to the Coven of Elders), or a signifier of a power both he and Ame are affected by? We learn later, in Episode 16 when Steel discusses Eoighorain with Suvi, that this smell is not common amongst shapeshifter’s, but a scent she has only ever smelled from him.

When Steel arrives she says that the longer Ame remains in her unconscious state, the more whoever created this spell would be able to track her.

More on this in the next section- but is that why Indri, the Witch of the Wind and Stars was able to send a message to Ame in the Citadel so easily?

THE COVEN OF ELDERS

In Episode 23, Mr. Soup tells us that Grandmother Wren was at odds with the Coven for many years— there was a plan she did not want to go along with, and had been searching for a long time to find a way to convince her sisters to do something else. We also see glimpses of this in Episode 15 in Grandmother Wren’s conversation with Mirara, the Witch of the Waning Moon. It’s a safe guess that this disagreement has to do with Wizards and the Citadel.

What Sly has divined regarding the upcoming Conclave (which we are told in glorious metatheatrical fashion in Episode 23 that “All things occurring as they have been seen. With perhaps one or two tricks, just to keep the story interesting.”)

That if Ame does not go to the North Pole in 3 days, the Coven will meet without her and that they will try to destroy her and in doing so the stations of Witch of the World’s Heart

One of them will make an argument that Ame’s existence threatens the nature of magic in Umora. The majority of times Ame wins that argument, it is because magically if they were to get rid of her station they would probably have to get rid of another.

If Suvi is not there as her advisor, Ame will die

We also know from Grandmother Wren that there is much the coven can do without full unanimity (but presumably would be far less powerful to do so), and the Coven is bound by laws of mutual respect and there will be tremendous repercussions if one insinuates that any of the other stations are not incredibly significant to the nature of magic itself.

But which of the members of the Coven of Elders might want the station of the Witch of the World’s Heart gone the most? WHO IS IN CAHOOTS? Is The Stranger involved? Is Eoighorain? Who has the most against wizards?

Marara, the Witch of the Waning Moon (Mirara? The transcripts use both spellings.)

The death of light, the end of might, the all consuming dread of night.

This is the obvious first suspect.

If that’s not a witch well on the pathway to wickedness, I don’t know what is.

The Witch subclass says of The Coven of the Wicked: “Members of this coven like to paint themselves as misunderstood victims, but it’s not tragedy that turns a witch’s heart to darkness—it’s the inability to let go of their suffering. A wicked witch might claim to be an enemy to all the world, but they always have one kind of person in particular—usually related to their past self, and what soured their magic—that they despise above all else. When you become wicked, choose a virtue that is anathema to you: courage, fairness, generosity, innocence, loyalty, kindness, optimism, prudence, selflessness, or being in love. Beings that display this virtue are especially tempting targets for your ire.”

Like…you can’t have a piece of such juicy and gorgeous and cool design like the Coven of Wicked (and the rehabilitation therein) and not have a wicked witch in your story!

Additionally, Marara’s domain is the Witch of the Waning Moon. The death of light, the end of might, the all consuming dread of night. The moon wanes as it goes from full to new. When Ame meets her on the road, to light her way to the cottage, the harbinger of her arrival is a candle on the verge of going out.

Mirara’s domain speaks to cycles, to the fall of the mighty and to the fear of the unknown. It is also of the night, possibly putting her in natural cahoots with The King of Night who also hates wizards. The conversation he has with Eursulon and the conversation Ame sees in the water between Marara and Grandmother Wren, both in Episode 23, certainly mirror each other.

She is also often accompanied by wind, which speaks to Indri’s domain, the Wind and Stars, another one of night.

Indri, the Witch of the Wind and Stars

Of frost and stone, of ice and throne, the ruler of the self alone.

Indri’s domain is the wind and stars, a domain that also overlaps with an appellation of the Pilgrim Under the Stars. In the letter to Ame she tells her she knew Ame has assumed her station from how the stars aligned. She has an apprentice we know little of. She also did the most to reach out to Ame to arrange a meeting.

Did she reach out to Ame so it was more likely she would attend the Conclave?

The ice fairies say when they find Ame and Suvi in the bathroom, “long lancing spells and vexing hexes of old were made to pierce and plunder through the guises and guile of wizards”

Were they able to reach her because Ame was easier to track when she was unconscious under Indri’s spellwork? Is it because she does not like wizards and is practiced at secretly penetrating their defences? The ice fairies were particularly silly, one being evidently foolish. Were they perhaps sent by Indri by way of her apprentice, who is lonely and excited to meet another Great Apprentice? “Hexes of old” does imply that Indri may be practiced at getting through Citadel defences.

Does Indri have any pull over celestial movements? When discussing that summer and Eoighorain with Suvi, Steel says “all of that changed as the celestial path shifted ever so slightly. And that slight slight shift meant that all of a sudden, you could teleport anywhere, pretty much unstoppable, very easily.” Grandma Wren also speaks of stars to Ame like they have personalities. Could Indri have eased the way for the eras of easy teleportation? Did she ever go on long and friendly flights among the stars with Grandma Wren? Is her witchcraft more divinatory? I think Indri falls on the side of wanting to stop wizards, but something in my gut says she does not want to see Ame dead.

Hacaea, the Witch of the Woodland Green

The holly branch, the towering oak, the limb and leaf an thorn her folk.

We know little of Hacaea so far, but I think she’s absolutely in cahoots mostly because she would have perhaps one of the greatest motives to hate wizards and want them gone, on account of the whole them turning a great forest into a huge snowy, mirror-y desert and a wizard tower who’s aerith depository is probably doing kind of fucked up stuff to the biome. We know she does not have an apprentice and I think Brennan singling her out as the one Ame could imagine hanging out with was in part was that it would hurt more when she’s in ASSASSINATION CAHOOTS. Might have sent Ame the letter on bark.

Grimoire, the Witch of the Wild Hunt

Where beasts have tread and monsters fed, the bloody fang and maw hath led.

We also do not know much about Grimoire. We know she has an apprentice, and has so far been characterised as much more feral and concerned with catching and eating things. She might have also sent Ame a letter on bark. I think there is more with her connection to monsters and possibly to Gaothmai, and Eoighorain?? Certainly there is more to her than meets the ear. Again I think Brennan could have been trying to be tricky in his comments about her, trying to make her seem less important early on than she will be.

THE STRANGER

Who has held his breath since the dawn of time, the Pilgrim Under Stars, the Man in Black, the King of Night. Who attacked Grandmother Wren at the Grove of the Well and who has been moving across the world in a way Grandmother Wren could not see since Ame was a very little girl, who came to the cottage the moment after Grandmother Wren passed when the station was at its most vulnerable and requested entry, and who does not like wizards.

The strings I am most interesting in detangling here, are his possible connection to Wavebreaker, and his connection to roads which we know are incredibly significant to Grandmother Wren’s wards.

In Episode 7 of Children’s Adventure after the cast each takes a turn describing a detail of Wavebreaker Brennan narrates “So you have this moment together in the hottest days of summer as this suit of armor hands you this thing”. The next scene, after taking a moment to roll some ability scores, is at night.

Suvi then rolls a 3 on a perception check, “So with a three in perception, you look and see that you were mistaken. You look deeper at the shadow and it's just a shadow. But it was a scary shape from one of the trees”

Ame investigates the spot the next day.

Taro had said back in Episode 01 “It will help you find whatever is keeping these secrets, and perhaps whoever took them.” What if that connection goes both ways for a powerful spirit with so many titles? One who has taken care to obscure himself from Grandmother Wren?

In Episode 23 once Eursulon entered the fire, eventually travelling from the Citadel to actual Gaothmai, the Stranger caught up to him enough to have a conversation real fast.

As evidenced above (if that figure of shadow is indeed The Stranger, but the point still stands anyways) he is also connected to the motif of roads.

The final line of Episode 01 (which as the last line from the first episode, carries extra emphasis):

From episode 21:

From episode 22:

But in speaking of roads we must remember,

The iron shoe of horses. 3 iron nails sprung out of a signpost. Could a connection to the Stranger cause Eoighorain’s blood to smell like iron?

EOIGHORAIN

In my folders of screenshots, within the one labelled conspiracy, this one is named “the unexplained Eoighorain fragment.” As I mentioned before, Brennan is playing the long game- placing pieces on the board, but he could not yet know all the ways they could move. Eoighorain is placed like a question mark, with great manoeuvrability. He could go one way or another. Too many NPCs think him untrustworthy and it makes me wonder if he is the flashy distraction of a magic trick so we don’t see what the other hand is doing.

This one goes down a few rabbit holes.

We learn much about Eoighorain in episode 16 from Suvi and Steel’s conversation but also, from the diagrams (which are 150 years old, made in the first 50 years of the Citadel) of garrans, which are a creature of the world of spirit. We learn that Eoighorain’s name means “Of Garran” or “Son of Garran” and that iron was always at the forefront of his smell, with the party speculating that the iron is perhaps used to bind him.

In Episode 15 Grandmother Wren tells Ame she has doubts about how loyal Eoighorain ended up being. Steel tells Suvi in episode 16 that she discovered recently, in the weeks preceding the start of the campaign proper, that Eoighorain was alive, and this is why she sent the books including the diagrams made to smell like him to Grandmother Wren, in an act of admitting defeat and hoping she would be able to find him where she could not.

She says she saw him at Fort Keiran, doubts herself, and then sounds sure.

Why was Eoighorain at Fort Keiran? Because the revolutionary forces of Gaothmai are fighting the Citadel? Because he is working with the Cauntaranacht now and perhaps always was? A secret third thing? Was it even him after all? Was Steel about to say that exact same scent? Was their revolution successful and so their forces hold much more power in Gaothmai now? Is that one of the reasons the war is spinning up again?

We see Gaothmai ourselves only briefly, in Episode 23. Eursulon, after falling and landing in an unfamiliar deep forest, meets monsters caught somewhere between spirit and mortal, left to fester— simian feline monstrosities, somewhere between a baboon and a panther with diseased scaly and mottled hide. Brennan describes it like a yard with attack dogs in it, who attack because of his citadel badge and who eventually leads him to Kalaya.

(And sidebar I think he sees a dragon?? Is the war spinning up again because of a dragon? Was part of the Coven’s plan raising a dragon to raze the Citadel and everyone else? Was that how the world burned before? I just realized now that Eursulon saw a dragon and I am spinning up about it for sure.)

But back to Eoighorain, and Steel thinking that he caused the death of Soft and Stone, who Steels tells us were prolific double agents with connections in both Rhuv and Gaothmai that pay dividends to this day.

Grandmother Wren tells Ame in Episode 15 that Eoighorain was one of the outside members of the Citadel to alert the Acadator to the presence of agencies, jokingly referred to as the League of Whispers, which were dedicated to the downfall of the Citadel from within. She also says “When Steel came to collect Suvi at the end of that summer, the primary targets of their investigation were dead or missing.”

Additionally in the Children’s Adventure:

Steel tells us in Episode 16 that the mission Soft and Stone were on the summer that they died was searching for a dangerous sorceress named Nahani. This was the first time that instead of her and Eoighorain protecting Soft and Stone, he alone was charged with their safety. When Steel returned to collect Suvi she came back with scars on her face, and a new cloak.

Why was Steel left behind? Was she needed by the Citadel elsewhere? A matter of trust? Is she telling the truth? Did Soft and Stone leave Steel behind so she would not know they were possibly acting against the Citadel? Because they knew she would not betray it? Was she really not there, or is that a cover up? Is guilt one of the forces that pulled her to be mother to Suvi? I don’t really think she killed them but I am not discounting that possibility.

I think Steel believes this wholeheartedly, but I don’t for a second.

Stone is a very prolific abjurer, who also studied divination. Just saying.

Additionally,

This little nugget in Gaothmai perked my ears up the first time it was said. Ket, you say? Like Suvirin Kedberiket? Like Aman Kedberiket? THAT WAS A CHOICE BRENNAN. IN A WORLD WHERE NAMES ARE VERY IMPORTANT, IN A CULTURE WHERE NAMES ARE KEPT SECRET. IN A NATION SOFT WAS A DOUBLE AGENT FOR. WHO, 2 YEARS BEFORE SUVI WAS BORN, FREED A NUMBER OF SPIRITS, ONE OF WHOM WAS KALAYA, WHO THEN SETTLED DOWN IN GAOTHMAI. AND HE HAS A COLLEAGUE WHO IS THEORETICALLY A REVOLUTIONARY FROM THERE. A COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT. Anyways I think Soft is from Gaothmai.

In conclusion: ?????????????????? I’m really excited for arc 3 because I really love witches and I don’t really know what up with Eoighorain, and I adore but do not trust Steel (but what else is new) and I do think there’s a dragon in Gaothmai apparently?? And I think The Stranger has a connection to Wavebreaker and I think Soft is from Gaothmai and I really don’t know if I can trust Indri or not but I hope we meet her apprentice and some more ice fairies.

#wbn #wbn spoilers #wbn pod #the wizard the witch and the wild one #worlds beyond number #wbn meta #wbn conspiracy board #im moving this over from my google doc in pieces and it is 12:25 on the monday (tuesday) night before the episode drops #the conclave arc #and I do have work in the morning and I still must turn my outline on the stranger and eoighorain whose name I can finally spell now #into the writing of the thing #this was lowkey and then high key my project within arcs and I did not think it would take as much time as it did and then was FOLLY #but ya start collecting screenshots from transcripts and then ur collecting them for everything #anyways I think I can push it another hour so lets hope I can get er done and hopefully someone will read it #and its not all immediately disproven in 6 hours #a crack theory that came to me in a fugue state I did not include is that Eoighorain is the Scalvi's apprentice who betrayed her #okay it took me to 3am and the episode technically beat me by 45 minutes but I will take it #long post

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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we always talk and dbf!hopper and maybe he’s a little mean but we are MISSING THE MARKET HEREEE

cus what about parents!bestfriends jopper.

joyce can be all soft eyes, holding hands, soothing words, rubbing her hand up n down ur back making excuses while hopper simultaneously gets mean with swatting ur ass during a punishment or a ‘reminder’

(in my head with the reminder thing, he’d probably make it make sense, saying it’s for ur own good, cus ur a good girl but this ensures u stay one, he knows u haven’t done a single bad thing but! look at how well ur taking it now! and this is just him repeating how u should act or who u shouldn’t speak to etcetc, even if you follow their unspoken rules religiously)

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

this post is 18+ (and so are its characters), minors dni.

cw: (legal) age gap and power dynamics at play, don't like, don't read.

NO WAY.. babe, why did you spring this on me at the beginning of a work week bc i won't be able to focus at ALL. jesus christ, okay i need to foam at the mouth for a bit about this thank u <3

joyce is kissing your face, smoothing out your hair, holding you on her lap while your ass is bared for jim to swat at. they'd both been unnerved by the way one of the neighborhood boys has been ogling you lately, and they know you'd never give him the time of day, but they just want to make sure.

joyce is all sweet smiles and soft words, kissing your trembling lips as you wait for jim to spank you again, practically pushing your ass out in search of his hand. technically, it's a punishment/reminder, so you shouldn't be enjoying it, but they both know you do, and jim isn't going to take that away from you. she's promising you that you're their perfect angel, that they know you'd never bother with men like that, but that they just have to remind u just in case. And even typically mean dom!jim is softened by how earnest you are, begging him for kiss between swats at your ass.

he's softened by your sweetness, and he takes your face in his big, rough hands, cupping your cheeks like you're made of glass and pressing soft kisses to your lips as you press your own, more desperate ones to his. he lets you kiss at his mouth and reciprocates gently, calming you down from where you're begging for more. and when you're done, when your ass is sore and jim can't find it in himself to remind you of something he knows you won't do anyways anymore, he'll switch positions with joyce, settling against the headboard of your bed and opening his arms for a cuddle. you crawl up against his chest, and joyce tucks herself against his shoulder as you get pampered and loved on, promised that you're perfect for them and that they love you more than anything :')

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emerxshiu · 3 months

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[SIDE ORDER]

tw// slight blood and body horror

not sure if it could classify like it but im adding a warning just in case

Speedrun agent 8 for side order release

I remember mentioning in my instagram when posting for valentine's that i would be back when side order drops, i mostly meant it as kind of a joke since i had some drawing to post. i did not expect that to actually become true lol.

Im definitly staying up tonight (not like i could sleep these past days anyway)

It felt kinda nice drawing some splatoon stuff again, last time was in like december, wich were just doodles, and technically yesterday but that was me making a kirby x splatoon crossover so it doesnt count, so actually last time i did an actual finished drawing for splatoon was the fuzzy neo in november.

Im really hyped up for this, i have played basically just one roguelike in my life (candies n' curses, its fun you should play it too) so i dont have much experience in the genere, but its okay! tho having to restart from floor 1 makes me a bit nervous, wich is funny cuz in candies and curses i also had to restart from floor one yet i kept trying so im not really sure why im worrying, tho it did take me months just to finish the main story in that game, and i want to experience the entierity of side order as blind as i can, maybe thats why. but i managed to avoid magolor epilogue spoilers for a year this might not be that bad.

here's an inverted version i did just for fun.

Aight now i need to talk about the actual drawing, honestly i just sketched something quick with a vague idea of agent 8 with coral growing from them. the real struggle was the background, the colors werent looking nice togheter, it was hard to see what was going on etc, and in the end i decided it would be cool to add images for texture, and that saved it. i used the images from side order's teaser trailer, superimposed over the background and ink. and then i decided to add the side order text to add something, i originally drew some color chips but they looked off in there so i got rid of em

also version without text

btw my birthday is next monday (sobbing rn) this is the third time nintendo releases stuff around my birthday, im so lucky lol

I hope y'all have a nice day

Jambuhbye! :3

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danketsuround · 6 months

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sunday six!

typical monday six for me cause i forgot yesterday was sunday lol i was tagged by @four-white-trees and @overdevelopedglasses woo! thank you! i will tag everyone else i usually tag @c-cw-f-saeko @fire-tempers-steel @futilecombat @passthroughtime (think that's everyone? lmk if u want to be tagged/untagged) (share if you want don't if you don't as usual HI)

sharing something different cause i wasn't feeling well this weekend and i have this written already. little extra thing from two birds that expands on the letters kuwana and reiko wrote to each other. kind of long but i don't like it enough to post so just take the whole thing gosh!

To Kusumoto-san,

How are you? I'm sorry I haven't written yet. I just figured out how this works in the midst of moving around. Ehime is a nice place. Far, temperate. The people in Masaki are a little too friendly. Not sure I could say the same about Matsuyama, though, I guess that's the city to a stranger. It seems silly to say, but I hope you're making some friends, if you can.

When we first drove in, a seagull shat on my car. Right on the windshield! I almost killed us both. I know you just jumped at the thought, but we're really okay. Mitsuru made fun at me for getting so startled. He's a good kid. He's a lot like you and nothing like me. Thank God. Despite our differences I think we're getting along.

We came to Matsuyama for a bit. We wanted to pop in and see you but they told us it doesn't work that way. That day it really hit that you were in prison, and not just away on a terrible vacation. I guess I'll never get over missing you. It really upset Mitsuru, so I took him to do tourist stuff instead. It was nice because a lot of people visit those areas, so the wheelchair wasn't really a problem like it is on these gravely rural roads. We met the mascot, Mikyan, and took a picture with him. I'm sure it fell out when you tore open this envelope. Did you know Ehime is famous for its mandarins? They really won't let you forget it! The photo was just going to be of Mitsuru, but this lady behind me said she could take a photo of the both of us, and I got too shy to say no. I'd never do that! Maybe I'm a changed man after all. Anyways, you have the both of us now—though it wasn't like you didn't before.

Mitsuru gave me a haircut. I look ridiculous. You can see it in the photo, right? I would have done a better job blindfolded, but he seemed proud of it, so I kept it. His hair looks pretty choppy now, but not out of revenge. I just suck at cutting hair. Did I tell you that he's trying to get his high school diploma? What a dedicated young man you've raised. I technically still have my teaching license, so I've been helping. Feels good. It's weird. Whenever I help him, I remember why I became a teacher in the first place. Ironic, isn't it? I want to tell you everything but I'll save it for the next time we see you. I'm sorry for cutting it so short, but I have a favor to ask you.

The nurses in Ijincho explained a bunch of stuff to me about Mitsuru's condition and printed it out. It's expectedly massive. Sorry to be a pain, but would you mind taking a look at it and tell me what to do? Advice? I can't make sense of it all. Or maybe I refuse to believe it. Is he really hurt so badly? What does he think of all this? I wonder about it. I wonder about it a lot. He seems fine, but then I look at all his X-rays and blood tests and I don't know what to think. How do I get him too eat? To grab things? To smile? I'm taking it one step at a time, but these technical terms are a big hurdle. You can read it, right? You've always been so much smarter than me. I'm sorry again. I'm lost. Thank you. I'm running out of room. They've got a limit on paper for prison letters. Seems strict.

Mitsuru wanted to say:

M iSsyou Mo M

- Mi Tsu ru

He's got a damn strong grip on his pencil. You'd be proud.

Until then,

Kitakata,

It's good to finally hear from you. I'm doing as well as I can. You seem to be the same. I checked a map of Masaki to try and place you two. It seems like a nice town. Are you getting used to the short buildings and the little beach?

I've been friendly with some of the other inmates, and the seagulls here do the same, but I've been safer than you.

I got your picture. How cute. Your haircut isn't so bad, he did a good job.

I looked at the documents. I know what you mean. I expect you already know to use the feeding tube and how to bathe him. It's not surprising he did not respond well to the catheter. I wouldn't either.

Firstly, Mitsuru has anterograde amnesia. That means he has a very difficult time forming short term memory, even if his long term memory is intact. Remember when you told me he didn't know your name, even though you told him earlier? That's why. I'm not sure why he doesn't remember your face from before. I suppose that's a fortunate mystery. You may have noticed the nurses doing this, but if you tell him the same things over and over again, he'll have an easier time forming new memories. He knows what to call you now because you said it so many times. I'm sure he knows I'm in prison because the nurses told him many times, too. That's what I get.

I'm sure you're well aware of his mental health. He seems to go up and down a lot, I bet. Like his body, his brain is suck at seventeen. Doesn't he seem so... frozen in time to you? He's like an old doll, destined to be a kid forever. I'd be jealous if that was the end of it. The nurses observed that he sometimes behaves like a much younger child. Have you seen him suck his thumb? Does he tug at you when he wants your attention? Hug you at night? It's an acute stress response. He's defending his body from his mind—that's what that means.

Lastly, his food. It's not very difficult to do. Steam it for thirty minutes. If you lose track of time and think you've cooked it for too long, add another ten minutes. I did that when he was little. He hated vegetables until they weren't shaped much like vegetables anymore. He'd swallow his food whole to hurry up and play outside again, so boil it thoroughly. It should be the consistency of chewed gum or silt. Try it yourself, add salt if you hate it. He doesn't like broccoli. No broccoli. Like everything else, he's still relearning how to chew. Don't push him. He’s sensitive. You know that already, just like you know how to do all this other stuff. You have good intuition, and great memory, and it helps that Mitsuru seems to love you. Even still, don't push him. No broccoli. Thank you.

Thank you.

Don't expect me to say anything else, I'll see you soon.

Kusumoto Reiko

#my tummy hurts #sunday six

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kpopsexstories · 6 months

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NCT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #7: KUN

A new story/member every Monday. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Kun gets a blowjob from a fan backstage.

Type: MEDIUM

Content: Blowjob, Handjob, Cumshot

Word Count: 3,255

Members: Kun

Story #7: KUN

“I won't tell anyone if you let me suck you,” Sarah said and pushed a jacket aside on the hangers.

Kun frowned and backed away, into another row of clothes, but it was just for show. He wanted nothing more than to pull his pants down and whip out his cock. Who would find out, anyway?

Sarah noticed his hesitant reaction, but felt the temptation in him nonetheless. She leaned in close in the darkness, their faces illuminated by a series of dimmed spotlights in the ceiling. She placed a hand on his chest, and played with a button on his fitted white shirt. She could feel the tense muscles underneath the fabric. She was sure he was horny already.

“Don't think of me as a fan,” she reasoned to ease his mind. “We're just two people in a dark room, attracted to each other. It's just you and me.”

“You, me, and an arena full of people,” Kun grinned and glanced at the closed door beside them. “The boys or crew could walk in at any moment.”

Sarah nodded slowly. They stood in silence and listened to the muffled cheers, as Chenle belted out a high-pitched tune on the stage not far away.

Sarah undid the button she was playing with, pulled away and gave the idol a friendly glance. “Yeah, well, half of them probably wish they were me right now, if they knew about us. But they don't, and they're not.”

It was Kun's turn to nod slowly. His mind was racing to figure out what to do in this situation.

“What about all these costumes?” Sarah continued. ”We could sneak in behind the clothes. If anyone comes, we'll keep quiet. They won't see us.”

You might wonder how Kun found himself in this position. Alone with a fan, in a backstage storage room during an NCT Nation event. Sarah was definitely not allowed to be there.

Kun was wondering the same thing. It was never planned. He had no idea Sarah would come and find him. Security was tight, and he still didn’t know how she’d made it this far.

Yet here they were, so let me tell you how it happened.

Kun and Sarah had met twice before. First at a signing, where they chatted for just a brief moment. Then they ran into each other by chance in the streets of Seoul. That's when they hit it off. Though they had not been in contact since, this wasn't just some random fan, although technically it was.

At the current event, Sarah had stood in the crowd near the stage, shouting along to every song. Kun quickly spotted and recognized her, and he was excited to see her. For his first part of the night-long event, which featured every unit of NCT, he'd hardly taken his eyes off her as he performed.

Just when he left the stage after the first act, Sarah abruptly fainted. But not really. She'd faked it, though Kun didn't know that.

A security guard then came to her rescue and took her aside, and when she claimed she needed to puke he led her to a backstage bathroom. Medical staff were called, but she had somehow managed to dodge them.

By the bathroom, she said she needed some fresh air, and the guard showed her to an emergency exist. But he couldn’t stray too far from his post, and Sarah was both bold and sneaky in the way she managed things.

And so, that's when she slipped away. When she never returned, the guard was relatively certain that she had left the building for good. He did send someone out to look for her, to make sure she was okay and that she wasn't roaming the corridors, but she was gone. Maybe security wasn't that tight after all.

Any uncertainty the guard might have felt, however, was not enough to sound any alarms. He believed that he had left the situation in someone else’s hands, but that someone hadn’t felt or fully understood the seriousness of it. The medical staff had been prematurely dismissed. And that’s the story of how Sarah slipped through their collective fingers.

When Kun came out to use the bathroom Sarah was hiding in, she revealed herself and immediately told him the truth: that security had led her out for health reasons. It wasn't a complete lie.

Kun had been attracted to the girl from the very first time they met, and he wasn't afraid of her. Now, they were alone and she was brave and a little crazy just for being there. It excited him, and he decided to play along.

The hallway outside the bathroom was not a great spot to hang out in though, and the bathroom itself was frequented by both idols and staff. As careful as he should have been, Kun suddenly made it his mission to keep Sarah around but out of sight. No one could find out about his affair.

And so, he led her to a dimly lit storage room, where a large amount of clothes hung in messy rows. He had no idea in that moment why he did what he did, nor what their plan was. But he knew he wanted to be close to her, and that he needed to keep her presence a secret.

In hindsight, it was clear to him that he was thinking with his dick. But then and there, his hard cock was straighter than his thoughts.

The clothes in the room were on standby, ready to be wheeled out into the dressing room depending on what part of the show was up next. It took a lot of fabric to cover all of the boys when every new song required a new look, and all the rows of wheeled hangers were part of an organized system.

Now, that system came to great use for Kun. Alone in the dark, standing between WayV's black leather and Dream's most colorful collection, Kun was indeed hard as a rock. He had a gorgeous young woman in front of him, asking him to take his cock out for her. Everyone who mattered thought he was still in the bathroom. He could hardly believe this was happening, and neither could she.

“So, what do you say?” Sarah pressed on.

Kun smiled at her. “Alright,” he said. This unique situation felt too good to be true, yet it wasn’t. There was no way he'd let it slip away, even if every remaining brain cell in his skull told him this was the dumbest and most dangerous idea ever.

Sarah was done talking. She placed a hand on Kun’s crotch, and he let her. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back when she massaged him and unbuckled the belt around his black leather pants.

“Wait,” Kun said and grabbed her arm. He turned away from the door and led her deeper into the crowded room, where more rows of clothes were hiding. They found a good spot in the back, and pushed their way in between jackets and pants.

From the door at the opposite end, their heads could be seen by anyone who looked hard enough. But if the time to hide came, all they needed to do was duck, back up against the wall behind the clothes, and stay completely still. They were safe enough, Kun concluded.

Sarah giggled as Kun pulled her in, and he joined her in muffled laughter. This was forbidden, but thrilling and incredibly arousing.

With the belt hanging loose, the first step had already been taken. Kun unbuttoned the pants and pulled them down, just enough for his cock and balls to come out. There was no point in holding back now.

Sarah gasped and laughed when she looked down, but quickly silenced herself. It was a nice cock, but this was just so naughty. The laughter was a sign of positive disbelief.

Her heart skipped a beat. As thrilling as Kun found all this, she was, after all, the one alone in a dark room with her idol. It felt unreal to her, and seeing the cock came as a bit of a surprise. She'd never actually expected to get this far, and Kun too was shocked that he'd taken it out for her.

Time was limited, however, and now was not the moment to stop and reflect on what was happening. It was time to jump to action.

Blowjob starts here…

Sarah bent down on her knees, and Kun observed her with fascination as she kissed the head. She glanced up at him as to make sure that this was all okay. His smile reassured her.

She grabbed the stiff shaft, and pulled the foreskin back. Kun gasped as an incredible sensation rushed through his body. The touch of her fingertips gave him butterflies. When she wrapped her lips firmly around the head, he groaned and began to grimace.

It took only seconds before Sarah was blowing him like the world around them didn't exist.

Every advancement felt like a huge milestone to her, and she knew that it could all abruptly end at any second. From getting Kun alone in a room, to seeing the cock, to touching it and sucking the pre-cum out of it, every step was a magical moment that took her to new and unexplored lands. Sarah was living a dream.

As she pleasured him, Kun reached down and stroke his fingers through her hair. He closed his eyes and grabbed the bottom of his buttoned white shirt, pulling it up to keep it out of her face. His abs flexed right in front of her.

Sarah let go of the shaft but never took it out of her mouth. She swallowed it deeper with each bop of her head, and reached up with both hands to grab the seams of Kun's pants and underwear. She pulled them down further, until they reached his knees.

Half naked and with his ass out in the open, Kun suddenly felt incredibly aware of where they were and what they were doing. He sharpened his ears and opened his eyes wide, staring across the room above the clothes. But any doubts were quickly erased when he looked down and met Sarah’s gaze.

With a firm grip around his bare hips, she took the cock out of her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and began to tease the head.

Kun pulled the shirt higher to get a better view. The cock wobbled from side to side as the tongue and lips pushed it around, and up and down as blood pulsed hard through its veins in waves of pleasure. This was all incredibly arousing, to both of them.

Kun suddenly hunched forward and grimaced. The teasing brought him close to the edge. He let go of the shirt and it fell down on top of Sarah, covering her eyes and tickling her cheeks. He quickly grabbed it and pulled it back up again.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Take it off,” Sarah suggested. She saw a chance to reach an additional milestone.

Penetrative sex was not going to happen on this day, but Sarah didn't need it to. She was beyond happy just to be there, and Kun was more than satisfied with a simple blowjob. He didn't need her to get naked too.

Still, Sarah would get to see more of the idol, as he did what she had asked. One by one, he undid the buttons, starting from the top where Sarah had already done the first part for him, and making his way down.

When the shirt was completely open, he slid it over his shoulders. It dropped to the floor behind him, gliding down between his back and a pair of Johnny's dark red jeans.

Simultaneously, Sarah pulled the pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles. This was as naked as he would ever get with her.

That's when it happened. The door handle suddenly moved, and the sound made them both jump to take cover. Kun's heart nearly stopped, as he immediately felt incredibly nervous.

Light from the hallway filled the room as they ducked behind the clothes. They hunched down low, close together on the floor, and pushed themselves against the wall. Instinctively, Kun shielded Sarah's face with his arm, though there really was no need to. The clothes in front of and above them did their job well. They were deep in the shadows, well out of sight. Unless whoever had entered the room came for their specific row of clothes, there really was no danger.

They kept completely still and silent, and listened intently as a long hanger full of clothes was wheeled out. Kun's hard shaft rubbed against Sarah's forearm as he held her closer, and his balls almost touched the ground between his thighs.

Then the door closed and a relative darkness engulfed them once again. They turned to look at each other, and began to giggle.

“That was probably my row by the door,” Kun whispered matter-of-factly. “I need to get back soon.”

Their noses almost touched, and Sarah smiled. A cute, innocent smile.

“Let’s finish this then,” she said. “Come on, get up.”

Kun stood up beside her and pushed Johnny’s pants further down on the hanger, to make more space. His naked body felt cold. Sarah resumed her position on her knees, his dick waving in her face.

Handjob and orgasm starts here…

The cock had grown slack from the nervous moment. But when Sarah took a firm grip around it and began to play with it, blood came rushing back. In seconds, the shaft was stiff again. Sarah began to jerk it rhythmically.

Kun spread his legs slightly, placed one hand on the wall, and grabbed hold of the hanger with the other. With each quick jerk, Sarah held on a little firmer.

Time was of the essence, and soon she was jerking him off as if their lives depended on it. There was no way she’d miss out on the ultimate milestone: making Kun come. She was so close to reaching the pinnacle of her dream.

As Kun came ever closer to an orgasm, he shut his eyes hard, tilted his head back, opened is mouth, and began to breathe heavily. He wasn't feeling cold any longer. In fact, he began to perspire as his body worked up to release a fountain of cum.

He held on tighter to the hanger, which rocked violently back and forth. The clothes around them shook out of tune to the fast rhythm of Sarah’s beating hand.

She, in turn, opened her mouth and positioned it below the dick head, like she was dying of thirst and trying to catch the last drop from an empty faucet. Her eyes were wide opened and she admired the slim and fit body towering above her.

Kun’s muscles tensed. Shadows from the moving clothes and dimmed spotlights danced on his bare skin.

Then he came, without warning. He made no excessive sounds, and his already twisted facial expression never changed. Only the increased drops of sweat on his bare chest and back revealed that something was changing in him.

The strong orgasm took Sarah by surprise, when cum shot straight out and over her face rather than into her mouth like she'd expected.

Baffled, she let go of the shaft, and the cock wobbled up and down. The second load shot out even further, a narrow and long string of white liquid. It was unlike any male orgasm Sarah had witnessed before.

That’s when the rest of Kun’s body caught up. He suddenly groaned and bent forward, grimaced harder and shook forcefully. It looked like tiny but intense shivers, but felt like a massive earthquake.

“Daamn,” he exclaimed while chipping for air. “Holy fuck!”

Sarah laughed, then grabbed the cock again. A few more waves of cum oozed out, and she licked it all up while wiping the corner of her eye with the back of her free hand.

“Damn,” she echoed. “That’s a lot of cum. Like, a lot!”

She laughed even louder. Kun giggled and hushed her playfully, as he came back to his senses.

Still holding on to the wall and hanger, Kun relaxed his muscles. For a moment, he just stood there and smiled down, while Sarah licked the cock clean for him.

Then he glanced in the direction of the door. It had never opened again, but he knew he had to leave in a hurry. Someone could come looking for him at any moment. He couldn’t pretend to be in the bathroom forever.

“Shit,” he suddenly said. “That’s Haechan’s jacket.”

Sarah composed herself and turned her head. Cum was slowly dripping down the jacket hanging behind her. She smiled, then burst out laughing again.

This time, Kun joined her.

They were ready to leave once Kun had put his shirt back on and buckled his pants. It was almost as if Sarah read his mind.

“Don’t worry about me,” she said. “I’ll pretend to leave the bathroom, and go find the security guard who helped me. If I run into someone, I’ll just say I got lost on my way back.”

“Are you feeling better?” Kun asked, suddenly realizing that he should have been worried about her all along. She had fainted after all, or so he thought.

“Much,” she said with a wink. “Nothing a little blowjob can’t cure.”

Kun opened the door and peaked outside. The coast was clear. In the hallway, Sarah quickly turned in the direction of the bathroom, and Kun rushed toward the dressing room.

He had no idea what time it was, and whether or not he had missed any performance. If he had, he figured someone would have come looking for him in the storage room, which they hadn’t.

Sarah turned a corner and Kun briefly saw her disappear out of sight, before he entered the dressing room. She didn't even turn around.

His clothes were the only ones left on the hanger, and only Hendery was waiting for him. The rest of the group had already left for the stage.

“Where the hell have you been?” Hendery asked, while Kun hastily unbuttoned his shirt and took it off once more. “I was about to call security.”

Kun gave his friend a naughty look, which only made Hendery more confused. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said.

“127 is nearly done with their last song. We’re up next! Did you get diarrhea or something? We couldn't find you in the bathroom.”

Kun kicked off his shoes and took off his pants, then grabbed his new set from the hanger. He was already making his way to the stage door before the clothes were fully on him.

“A fan gave me a blowjob in the closet room,” he said and laughed.

“Don’t joke,” Hendery said with a serious expression. “Let’s go, dammit!”

Kun tucked his shirt and zipped his pants, then followed close behind as Hendery left for the stage.

They made it just in time, took their positions, and the lights came on. The crowd went wild.

When Kun turned to face the audience, he caught a smiling face in the pit. Sarah danced along to the beat. She winked at him, and Kun couldn’t stop smiling himself.

Yeah, that just happened, he thought. Though forbidden, he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

🤍💜💙💜🤍

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breakerwhiskey · 9 months

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020 - TWENTY

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Transcript under the cut. For more episodes, click here.

[click, static]

Okay, I’m sorry for rambling the other day, and I really hope I didn’t come across as too weird, I’m regretting a lot of that now, because I think I figured it out and if I’m right, then…you are really talking to me.

[click, static]

God bless the public library system. In all my driving around these past few days, I found a little downtown—small, but seems to have all the basics. Bank, grocery, post office and…public library.

I hadn’t even thought to check out the town but I popped my head into the grocery store and it didn’t look like it was all that well stocked to begin with. The place didn’t seem to be looted, but it didn’t really have much.

And you know what wasn’t touched at all? The perfect, dust-covered library. I’ve never been much of a reader, so Harry was usually the one to go to our local library and pick up whatever novel she could find that she hadn’t read and then she’d read it in two days and make me listen to her recount the entire plot of the entire thing, whether I asked or not.

And I never asked.

But sometimes she’d bring back technical manuals for me on whatever she could find. Even if it was for something we didn’t have and had no way of getting. I guess she thought maybe I needed entertainment, or maybe she was trying to drop hints that she wanted to fix up or build a particular thing.

[click, static]

Not that subtly was ever her game when she wanted something from me. Demanding was more her style.

But anyway, as I was driving this morning, scanning frequencies and keeping my eyes peeled for any scrap of a sign of human activity, it occurred to me—the library would have books on morse code. Any library would have books on morse code.

And lo and behold, I am correct. So, now I’ve got everything I need to understand you. And guess what you’re saying to me?

“Hello, Whiskey”. You’re saying hello to me!

[click, static]

I don’t know if you’re listening now, but you’ve clearly been listening enough to know my callsign. I’ve gotta assume that you’re not sitting by your radio every hour of every single day, like, you know, some people so I’m guessing you have set up some kind of automatic transmission system. Which makes me think that maybe you’ve rigged up your radio to record everything it picks up too, so you can hear my messages.

[click, static]

At least, that’s my hope. It’d be tricky to rely on the joint miracles of skip and being on the radio at the same time. So I’m going to keep talking, on this frequency, every morning, and you keep doing what you’re doing.

[click, static]

Hello, Whiskey…

Listen, if you can, change your transmission tomorrow. If it’s different, I’ll know that you’ve heard this and I’ll…

[click, static]

I don’t know! I don’t know what I’m gonna do next but you bet your bottom dollar that you’re gonna be hearing all about it.

[click, static]

#breaker whiskey #audio drama #episode #transcript #Spotify

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ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa · 2 years

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DRS: Izuru Kamukura

going to watch Izuru's now, autistic boyfriend Monday

not really surprised if he has that type of fans (in universe), I love the concept of ultimates being celebs tbh, also the fact that he saved her from falling, looking from the lense of: sparing her the embarrassment is a thing worth bothering to him

so true, king

the way he doesn't let Leon change the subject and calls out the avoidance I could kiss him, strong Kokichi telling off his class for "hiding behind the word trust" vibes, also kudos to Chihiro for facing the accusations head on, admitting to personal failings and working not to-

-repeat them. Such an amazing lesson, if only- haha, if only there was (I am spiraling about v3 don't mind me, Kokichi could really thrive in any other class)

Togami's interaction is interesting too, is he upset that Izuru didn't have to earn his talent? He says it in a way that implies that he's better for having worked to earn his status, but still

and it's this comment that makes Izuru consider Togami's scouting offer, because to him "Not that you'd understand" means he could maybe experience something new

Kinda interested in seeing more of how Himiko is in this game, she was talking way more like an entertainer than somebody convinced they are a mage here. Like a professional trying to be inspiring?

Sayaka: *blushing* I didn't expect you to compliment me Izuru: You're saying that it's not like me to compliment people? You think I couldn't truly mean it? Is that it? Like, dude, you're scaring the hoes.

okay, so Sonia gets some big sister-ly instinct around him, Komaeda is DTF (and mr. benefits of conversation are neglible but I stayed and conversed with Komaeda anyway might be too), it's once again (after Togami's event) implied that he has time until graduation to start doing-

- something with himself and the way it's said is like he's not going to have a choice? Hope's Peak is letting him do whatever as long as he's a student and then what?

way to ruin the moment

rely on Gonta to find something positive even in Izuru's indifference, he doesn't have likes or dislikes for bugs, great, he doesn't hate any bug which is rare

Kirumi being an experienced gamer because of a past employer isn't what I expected but ok

Gundham basically said "Why do you not have a pet when you very well could have, you heartless bastard?" The only thing notable about the festival is that Maki played along with his improv and was smiling

Kaede: you don't use that power for anything bad Izuru: just because I don't have a reason rn Kaede: *playing with hair* haha yeah, if you find one tell me about it she's a freak

those two

Kuzuryu solidifying my concerns saying he could help him escape HPA and that it feels like he's in shackles there, like *what are they going to do to him once he graduates??*

I feel like we we're held at an arms length, a distance he likes to keep with everyone, so the details of the whole shady deal with HPA were left out, but he ended up catching "a glimpse of something unpredictable" and it was enough for him to write a song and find his hope so

that's cool I guess, Kaede and Ibuki were happy at least, and I am wondering if it's really the only time he caved in to a request, technically he did fight some of the beasts after ignoring Togami asking about this

First posted on December 27, 2021 (twitter) Detailed notes below:

"This is gonna be boring" Ok.

1st event: Mahiru & Mikan

saved Mikan from falling, "It's nothing"

he has obsessive fans?

sparing Mikan the embarrassment of falling is worth bothering to him

almost nobody outside the academy is aware of his existence

2nd event: (With Swimsuits)

Kaede & Mukuro try to scold him for diving the whole day

it doesn't work

he likes the quiet

3rd event: Chihiro & Leon

trust no one, "Friendship is one hell of a drug"

doesn't let Leon change the subject or go easy on Chihiro

Chihiro admits to personal failings and works not to repeat them

4th event: Togami

obliterating the beasts on the islands isn't worth the effort

Togami wants to scout him

he had to work for his talent and Izuru didn't

apparently Taka, the Moral Compass, is on Izuru's ass about effort, lol

if he doesn't find the motivation in himself by the end of this trip, he'll work for Togami

5th event: Himiko

she can claim to be a mage, but she's a real entertainer

also calling him out for never trying to make people happy

6th event: Sayaka

"It's not like you to work toward a goal, or because you want to better yourself... But quietly keeping things in order... that definitely fits my image of you"

"I have no goals"

Potential of Talent:

-No matter what happens, I am hope. (Sonia)

"predeterminated fate"

"you could talk to me" (a bit of an older sister instinct)

-My potential is infinite. (Komaeda)

DTF, possibly both of them, considering Mr. "benefits of conversation are neglible" stayed

-If I were to stray from my expected course... (Leon)

it's not like he could pursue something that isn't his talent the way Leon can

his only other option is to slack off (and only until he graduates)

7th event: Komaeda & Hoshi

what do you mean "from what you know about Ryoma it can be tough for him to be surrounded by strangers"? ref to prison ig

Hoshi: excited to be in a movie theater; Komaeda: excited to watch a movie with friends; Izuru: eh.

8th event: Monokuma

"Nothing matters to you. It's all predeterminated harmony anyway" ref. to hope/despair balance

9th event: Gonta

he told Gonta about a good spot for finding bugs and what bugs he found

Izuru: idc; Gonta: great, you don't hate bugs, I will befriend you so hard

10th event: Kirumi & Chiaki

he's been playing with Chiaki as a duo for a while, but they want Kirumi to help with a quest bc system rewards bigger teams

Kirumi has experience with all types of games bc of a previous employer

11th event: Hiyoko

proof she doesn't act like that for reactions, she's just rude

12th event: Gundham

Gundham: Why do you not have a pet when you could, you heartless bastard? basically

Summer Festival: (performing Monotaro, the show is nearing its climax)

-I'll let Monotaro slay me, and exit the stage. (Peko)

-I'll work with Demon A who seems quite agile. (he's demon D, A is Maki) she plays along, smiling

-Demon B is just watching - I'll drag him out. (Komaeda)

Campfire:

-What do you need, Kaede?

"I'm guessing you already know", "I wanna see your smile"

is being so nice that it looks like she's hitting on you her default?

-I'm accustomed to spending time without goals. (Gundham)

"Your barrier is impressive"

-The Decision to leave one's home behind... (Kuzuryu)

"I could help you escape from HPA"

to use me? Nah, do whatever you want

"it feels like you're in shackles"

My Future: Ibuki & Kaede

once again, all he wanted was some quiet, alas no luck

he has criticism about their show earlier that day, but when asked how he personally felt, he says "I completed a song" like it's normal that he just pulled a song out of his ass in a moment of inspiration

"I caught a glimpse of something unpredictable"

he caved!

This is the last one I had done on Twitter, so the format will change after this, no more going over the same things twice.

#izuru kamukura #danganronpa #summer camp events

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llewellyn-watts-defender · 3 months

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I originally started to type this Monday, right after I watched the most recent MM episode, but I was exhausted, ended up falling asleep in the middle of typing and didn't get a chance to finish post till now.

Okay, what the friggin serious friggin frig?!?!?!!!! I don't expect the amazingness of season 15 and yeah, think not as bad as season 16 and gonna be more, but still, Llewellyn has not been in 8 episodes and been in 9, so even though one more, still nearly half episodes he hasn't been in this season so far! There should be episodes where Llewellyn is in more, such as TOL, but still more episodes he is in, overall, even if he isn't always in them as much. When I see episode Llewellyn isn't in, I watch and see kind of good or whatever (this one I liked more than one before), but mostly I am thinking Llewellyn should be in this episode. There is always place for him and I know he's technically recurring and not main, but that doesn't matter at this point, with all the times the main characters have not been on (except for William, of course, only character been in every single episode) and for recurring, Violet been in more, which I know, obviously she's the coroner, so reason usually there find out time and cause of death, etc., but Llewellyn always could be (as I mentioned) involved in main, or have his own story. It is better with Llewellyn! Sometimes maybe he is taking a break, where way they wouldn't usually show anyway, I relate to that having to "recharge", but I think he will be gone for longer than where it makes sense they don't show, like he is working and they just don't show his story.

Despite being frustrated anyway when Llewellyn not in episode, the reason I am more worked up, so to speak, is after all that Llewellyn went through in season 16 and then at end going back to Station House 4, seemed like set up for him to be in more episodes in season 17 and again, I realize he has been in more than in season 16, but that he'd be in more in season 17 than he has been. Anyway, I will keep watching, as always, and gotta be where Llewellyn in episode and hope relatively soon, and of course keep watching episodes I know Llewellyn is in.

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channelworldbluez · 4 months

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I mean I always knew I had a nicotine addiction like vaping exacerbated that shit once I went from having to physically go outside to smoke Newport’s while simultaneously waiting for my parents to go to work but still getting in trouble because of the smell literally telling on me

to literally the convenience of being butt naked in my room inhaling an odorless tiny ass discreet ass vape device that I knew I was in trouble. I became a victim to big Vape lmaooo…literally.

I was never a “I could quit if I wanted too.” Mf But here is the true test in which I must refrain from smoking so my ass doesn’t take an eternal sleep while on the operating table or from having complications with healing afterwards but now that I’m not even day 2 from refraining to smoke I’m internally screaming and thinking “maybe I could die on that table…”

Also random question: Do you think surgeons and staff get like traumatized from seeing people die on the table? Like after awhile they’re probably desensitized sure but the first few times ???(there’s probably a Netflix doc about this exact thing)… idk I’ve been like overthinking about different scenarios in which things go wrong but mostly for the surgery I’m getting seems like it’s the AFTER you wake up u should worry about.

But like hypothetically while I don’t wanna die while being operated on technically wouldn’t that be a “peaceful” way to go as in I literally won’t even be conscious to know I died or not lmao. Like obviously I wanna live like the whole point of me going through with this is so I can have a chance at a better life so the irony of dying while trying to fix something so I don’t die is crazy but I’m just saying…if I was gonna die I’d rather it be then, then wake up, think everything is okay, got my hopes up and end up dying like Donda West in my bed post surgery. (Although again, the surgery I’m getting literally is the most common surgery in the fucking world if anything based on what I read I gotta make sure I can fucking pee normal after this lmao)

But anyways I’m on my way to the preoperative assessment and will have to basically tell the anesthesiologist like look buddy I vape daily and I just stopped like Monday…(because I was in the hospital). And while I’m trying I can’t promise you I’m not gonna relapse :(

#me #txt #god I rambled so much in this post #incoherent thoughts #what no nicotine does to a mf #good thing no one reads this

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fragilediary-of-evren · 6 months

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December 10th, 2023 - Dream boy

────────────────────────────── Woke up at 2PM Didn't have breakfast He was in my dreams again ──────────────────────────────

☆.。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆

Hey, how's everything? I hope y'all are okay.

I know it's technically Monday 11th and that I'd forgotten to post the entry for the 9th. I know, I'm stupid, and I'm pissed of by that. Anyway-

I woke up in the afternoon and suddenly we didn't have electricity lmao. But everything's fine now! I also started to see a pattern: I wake up late, then I wake up early and have breakfast, I fall asleep, and the following day I wake up late again. I hate it.

In other news, we have a new president in the country. That's all I could see on TV today. I'm not into politics tho, so I don't know what to think about him - I don't trust him a lot.

Today was quite depressing. Nothing happened, and I felt lonely again. I guess that kept me tired, I'll take advantage of it and sleep early.

Speaking of sleeping, HE was in my dreams again. A boy I see at school. He's like a year older than me, and he's in another grade. I don't know why he appears in my dreams, but it's just the same as reality: I see him in the distance, but we never talk.

Actually, we had smiled at each other in real life, but we hadn't spoken a lot. I bet he thinks I'm weird, that's why I don't approach him. Also, my friends told me he's kind of a creep, and I should be careful.

I mean, they're right, and I know they want me to be safe. But something inside of me simply NEEDS to be with him, to have friends, to fill a void. It makes me sick.

The song I chose for today reminds me of him. I still hope to see him next year...

ANYWAY, I'M SHARING PICTURES NOW :D! You can finally see my cat! Isn't she beautiful? Well, the quality is absolute shit, but I think you'll be able to see enough. I'm thinking about adding one every day, but I don't know what to show you, since I don't go out a lot lol. I'll figure it out soon.

That's everything I can saw for now. I'll be back tomorrow. Bye-bye.

☆.。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆．。†：＊・゜☆

#fragile cosmos #fragile posts #hes cute #my friends think hes ugly #i like ugly things #like him #i wanna see him #maybe someday

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thewritersafterglow · 2 years

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surefire ways to get motivated to write

Intro

hey y'all! i'm sure we all could use some writing motivation right now, as we're in the thick of nanowrimo, and at a pretty stressful time of the year (what with holidays, school, exams, etc). that's why i thought i would share some of the ways i like to motivate myself to write!

note: i know the title says "surefire", but that is kinda click-bait. technically, there's no one method that works for everyone. so if something on this list doesn't work for you... don't come for me <3

Having a Partner

my writing buddy (shoutout to caroll) is one of my favorite people in the world. while we haven't discussed writing too much recently, whenever i do talk to her about my projects, or her projects, it always gets me excited to write.

so, you don't necessarily have to have one writing buddy or critique partner, but having a person to talk to about your project can remind you why you love your work so much, and why you want to continue writing it!!

Watching Writing Videos

this. this right here is carrying me through nanowrimo. i've discovered my new favorite writing yt channel, "writing with ana neu". i love her channel so much, because she posts writing tips/tutorials and vlogs. the videos are super aesthetic but also productive, and definitely motivate me to actually start writing.

this is just one example of a content creator, i thought i should mention her because ana really has helped me so much, but there are loads other out there!

anyway, i would definitely recommend watching VIDEOS rather than scrolling through reels/shorts/tiktoks. those forms of media get extremely addicting and are seemingly-never ending. while it's possible to get addicted to clicking on new videos on yt, it's definitely harder than scrolling through one minute videos for hours on end.

Stalking People's Projects (THIS TITLE IS A JOKE!!)

before i get cancelled, i'm kidding, okay? i don't stalk people or anything. i'm just saying, sometimes, looking at the progress other people have made on their work helps me out! some of my favorite accounts have highlights about their projects, and clicking through them can really excite me to write!!

i especially like doing this with authors that are published + successful, because that can be even more motivating to someone who eventually wants to get published (like me lmao).

point is, this is very similar to the tip about previous watching videos. watching other people be productive and make progress, and/or achieve really amazing success, can help you want to do that too!!

Not Being Motivated

this title makes no sense, i know.

but sometimes, motivation just will not come - and that's okay! when you're feeling so burnt out that nothing will motivate you, this is where you have to work around it. if you think it's just laziness, you can try pushing through, and just forcing yourself to write. obviously, you can't write a novel without pushing yourself even a little bit.

however, if you are really exhausted and tired, from writing or from other external pressures, it is important to remember you don't always have to write. it is okay to take a day or two off, even during nanowrimo.

if this stresses you out further, you can try re-planning your schedule so that taking a day off doesn't change your end goal. for example, if you come home from school on monday and feel like sh*t, then tell yourself you can write an extra 1,000 words on friday to make up for it!

Outro

thanks for reading through this post! if you don't know me, i'm Rayne H. Olivia, the admin of this account and the founder of the writer's afterglow.

here on instagram/tumblr, i post daily writing content/advice, and i also have a podcast called "the writer's afterglow" (available on spotify, google podcasts, and my website in my bio!)

if you want to see more of my content + stay in touch, please consider following my account! if not, i understand, and hope you have a nice day :)

keep writing,

Rayne <3

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Along for the Ride PT 1

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: A drunken mistake had you marking the little Plus One box to your snobby cousin's wedding. Kirishima told you not to worry, if you couldn't find a date, he'd go with you. When the wedding gets moved up, there's absolutely no time to find a date and you're now about to be traveling to America with Kirishima on a private jet no less, dreading having him meet your rude and impossibly arrogant family.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort.

Warnings: Kinda smutty for a minute. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: This story has been rolling around in my head for a while now. I might rewrite this and repost. Or I might just post the whole thing soon. I dunno yet. It does get smuttier.

Word Count: 4,974

"What's up with Y/N?"

Eijiro stepped out of the locker room with a towel slung over his shoulder and made his way into the kitchenette where Mina was chugging a bottle of water before getting back to her patrol. His eyes were trained on their mutual friend out on the patio, pacing.

You had your phone pressed to your ear, the high neck of your hero costume unzipped to your collarbone and he noticed your gloves discarded on a chair.

"No clue." Mina shrugged. "She got back from patrol and she noticed a bunch of missed calls from her mom. She's been out there, flailing on the phone for the last fifteen minutes now."

The three of you had met in your second year at UA when you transferred into their class and were quickly accepted by their little squad of friends. You were a bit quiet at first but quickly found comfort in the group. Eijiro had grown especially close to you when you both interned with Fat Gum.

Late nights traveling on the train back to school, a few close calls while helping patrol, and days spent playing cards while you both healed up in the hospital left plenty of time for Eijiro to get to know you better than most. It was how he knew you had a pretty bad relationship with your family, why you hated returning home for the holidays almost as much as you hated any and all forms of tomatoes.

He considered going out there just to see if there was anything he could do but before he had the chance, you were sliding the glass door open. "Oh, good, you're back." He offered you a bottle of water for your throat that he assumed was sore after that argument. "I- um- can I borrow you for a second? Alone?"

Mina snorted a laugh. "If you guys wanna bang it out on the counter you can just say so. I gotta go to work anyways."

Eijiro threw the towel at her as she left the room leaving you two alone. "What's goin' on?"

You hoisted yourself up on the countertop while he leaned against the fridge. "You remember my cousin's wedding that's happening this winter?"

He nodded. He vividly remembered the both of you getting waste a few weeks ago when you were filling out the RSVP and accidentally marking 'plus one'. Then you ran around trying to find White Out but he'd told you if you didn't find a date or have a significant other by the time of the wedding, he'd just go with you.

You argued that your family was bat shit crazy, had more money than they could spend in their lifetime and because of that, they were among some of the rudest people you knew, and you didn't want Eijiro or anyone else around that.

The thing was, Eijiro already knew that and was still okay with going. He came from money too. A lot of it. His family was just more welcoming than yours, the wealth never really going to their heads. But, he reminded you that he'd ran into enough people like those in your family that he knew how to handle them. You finally agreed to let him accompany you, leaving the plus one box checked but the name line blank.

"Well, my cousin just found out that surprise, she's pregnant! And, obviously, she can't have a wedding while seven months along so they've decided to move the wedding up to this weekend."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "This weekend? As in four days from now?"

"Yup! Saturday at 4 in the evening. Oh! No one's supposed to know she's pregnant either. So, I'm just supposed to compliment her on how flattering her dress looks, how thin she is," Your hands strangled the water bottle between them, "And I have to find something flattering to my figure because my mother has seen me in my hero outfit and she's so glad I wear a mask because if anyone knew her daughter ran around looking like I do, well, it'd ruin her!"

You massaged your temples circling back to the actual point, "Anyways, I just wanted to bitch for a sec and let you know you're off the hook since four days is just a little short notice and I told her my plus one wouldn't be able to get the time off that fast."

He pushed off the fridge. "Well, wait, hang on! I'm not letting you go in alone to deal with them! Hell no! You need backup!" You looked almost taken aback by his abruptness, "Yeah. I can work this out. Is the wedding at the same place it was supposed to be or has it moved?"

"No, it's still that fancy lodge in California. I was planning on leaving Friday morning and then coming back either Sunday night or Monday morning since my mother insists I go to their brunch the following day. But, Eijiro, I already have this weekend off..."

"Denki owes me a favor or twelve. He's supposed to be off this weekend too, I'll just see if he can cover me."

"And if he can't?"

"Then..." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, "Y/N, am I feeling warm to you? I think I might be starting a fever!"

You folded your arms, shaking your head, "Thought you said lying isn't manly."

"Technically, correct. But, what would be real unmanly is for me to let you deal with your family's bullshit all alone." You watched him closely, "To be honest, I'm sure we could just explain you had a family thing come up and asked me to come along for moral support. I don't really think anyone would think twice about it. Hell, you took a few days off to console me when my turtle died suddenly!"

"Eiji, you refused to eat."

"And you brought me my favorite dumplings! Same thing!"

You might have shaken your head at him but your arms opened wide. The telltale sign you wanted affection. He walked forward, consuming you in a tight hug. Your arms latched around his neck, face buried in the hollow of his throat. "You're the best."

"I just do what I can."

>>><<<

You should have canceled. Instead of Eijiro faking sick to get out of work, you should have faked it with your mother so you didn't have to go in the first place. You crumpled to the floor of your bedroom in pure frustration amidst the twenty or so outfits and dozen pairs of shoes you'd thrown out of your closet trying to find something that your mother would deem appropriate.

It wasn't your fault you had a fuller figure. You worked out, ate right, not to mention your job kept you very active, and yet your, hips, ass, and breasts were by no means subtle.

Your mother had also insisted on the dress being floor-length and modern, "Do try not wearing all black. It's a wedding, not a funeral. And, get your hair looking natural, please." And, just like that, 70% of your wardrobe was out the window!

"It's open!" You called from the floor when the doorbell rang.

"You really should lock this." Mina tutted, walking through the door with a bag full of takeout.

"I do. At night."

"Honey, it's 9 PM."

"Night like bedtime."

Mina just rolled her eyes and walked into your tiny kitchen. "I see the dress hunt is going well."

"I actually figured it out!" You got off the floor, careful not to step on a heel as you made your way to the pink haired woman, "I'm just gonna go in my birthday suit. I figured, my mother made my body technically therefore she can't disapprove of it. Because, you know, she's never done anything wrong in her life!"

Your best friend snorted out a laugh and passed you the take-out container stuffed full of stir fry. "you're a wonderful person, you know that?" You loved the fact Mina didn't even have to ask what you wanted.

"If you'd just move closer to work then you could pick it up yourself and I wouldn't have to bring it to you."

"Too expensive." You declared after a mouthful. "You pay almost twice as much as I do per month and I just don't see the point. I have damn near the same amount of space you do for half the cost!"

You adored your small one-bedroom apartment. It was perfect. Right above a bakery that you visited each morning after your run and a little balcony that provided you with the most stunning view of the sunset.

"You and Kiri, I swear." Mina just shook her head and curled up with her food on the loveseat. "I thought he'd end up with the biggest house out of us all the moment we started making that real Pro money. You've seen his parent's house. It's massive! You could get lost in that place!"

Eijiro's place was barely bigger than your own. He lived in the same condo he had since you'd graduated UA, claiming it was perfect for him in each and every way. But, you knew that he donated a sizable amount of his paycheck every month to charities, the same as you. With savings to spare, neither of you saw the point in hoarding it and therefore the small condo was all he could afford with what he actually kept.

"Just don't understand how a guy that big can live in such a tiny little space. At least with you, it's you know, physically feasible."

Eijiro's bedroom was barely large enough to fit the king-sized bed the man needed to sleep comfortably and even then, his feet were dangerously close to dangling off the bed. And, as if the man's ears were burning, your cell phone went off under a pile of discarded shoes.

Shark-E: Figured out your dress situation? If not, I'm just gonna pack like ten different ties and hope for the best.

You: Yeah! I totally did! I'm just gonna wear this birthday suit I got and call it a night.

You chuckled at your own joke all over again. Watching the grey ellipses appear and then vanish, appear and vanish again. After a third time, you took pity on the man.

You: Joking, Ei. I still don't have it figured out but Mina's over so, hopefully, she can help.

Shark-E: Gonna give me a damn heart attack! Seriously, I wouldn't put it past you just to see the look on your mom's face. Tell Mina hi and good luck to you. I vote the dress from the Hero Gala two years ago.

You: Hi from Mina. Can't. Too much boobs.

Shark-E: You take that back right now! There is NEVER such a thing as too much boobs!

You chuckled to yourself, putting your phone down, and then finished off the last of your delicious dinner, thinking about the dress Eijiro mentioned.

You wondered if maybe there was a way you could make the thing work but it was so very low cut. So much tape had been used to make sure no slips happened but damn was it worth it! The beaded bodice with the sparkling long sleeves, gods, how you loved that dress.

"I'm inclined to agree with our shark boy. You're busty, who gives a damn. You looked hot as hell in that dress."

"My mother, that's who. As much as I'd like to not give a flying fuck what she thinks, for some dumb reason, I do. On top of her telling me that the amount of cleavage I would show would be vastly inappropriate for a wedding, she'd also say the way it hugs my hips makes them look too fat."

Mina rolled her eyes. "She's such a piece of work." Pushing herself up, she held her arms out to you, wiggling little pink fingers for you to take. "Come on then. Let's get you sorted."

"What about that one you wore to the charity art thingy with Kyoka last winter? The one with the silver top."

"Silver is too close to white." You called out from within your closet.

"What! Not true!"

"You know that. I know that. Every person with two brain cells knows that, which is why most of my family does not know that."

"Fine..." She whined and started sifting through the opposite end of your closet. "Oh, what about this?" Mina waved about the blue and green plaid skirt that made up your uniform from your middle school days when you lived in America. "Please try this on. I'm begging!"

You were pretty sure it wouldn't even go over your thighs anymore.

"It's got a better chance of fitting you!"

Mina threw it at you anyway. Slipping off the sweats you wore, somehow, someway, you were able to tug it on AND get it zipped, barely. It no longer covered your ass but you still enjoyed the way it swished around when you wiggled your hips.

"You could be fulfilling so many people's fantasies right now." Mina mused.

You pulled the skirt off and sweats back on, throwing the former back at her. "Yeah, you can take it and go fulfill Hanta's fantasies if you like. Not like I've got anyone to impress." You pulled down a dress you bought on sale a year ago but Mina was quick to dismiss it.

Too puffy, she said and then held up one that was from Momo. "I needed to get it shortened and I don't have time for that now."

"Wait..." She hummed and dropped the Momo dress. "I know what it should be!"

Mina hurried through the closet, grumbling about not finding it. "Just tell me which dress and I can tell you where it's at."

"It's that one you got for grad night and then you got sick and couldn't go!"

"Mina, Mina I can't wear that! That's actual vintage, not like, made-to-look-vintage!"

"But it's so elegant and has that off-the-shoulder sleeve thing. The wedding is at a damn sky lodge! It'll look so pretty in the snow! Ah! Found it!"

She yanked up the long, elegant gown from the garment bag you'd never removed it from. There wasn't a single wrinkle in the burgundy fabric. It looked just as beautiful as the day you found it in that second-hand store, on a mannequin with gaudy stage jewels that you just had to buy so the look was complete.

You ran the back of your hand over the velvety fabric, soft to the touch. "It'll be too tight now. If I was the same size I was at graduation-"

"Bullshit!" Mina cut you off with a dismissive hand, "You've got hips now. We aren't 18 anymore! It's not like it's some clubbing dress. And I bet no one would say a damn thing about your figure if they knew how easily you could crush them with those thighs!"

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. Without quirks, you gave every single one of your classmates a run for their money in hand to hand. Most were fairly easy to beat. You could usually take down Eijiro in about five or six minutes and Katsuki in half the time. Funny enough, it was Ochaco that gave you the hardest time.

"I'll consider it. But help me find something else just in case."

>>><<<

It was another two hours before you finally agreed on an a-line, empire waist green and gold number that had been the bridesmaid's dresses for Tetsutetsu's wedding. Mina thought they were a crime the first time they had to wear them, she had no idea what you were thinking.

That's why the moment you were preoccupied with trying to find yet another dress for the Sunday brunch, Mina pulled out her phone.

You: DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow Y/N to wear the green dress. She's bringing two because she can't decide. Red is the winner!

Jaws: Aw, come on. If she likes it, let her wear whatever she's comfortable in. She'll be under enough stress already.

You: Kirishima, it's the dress from Tetsu's wedding. The one that looks sparkly baby food.

It took him a second to respond.

Jaws: Alright. Understood. I thought you guys looked good but damn, she hated that dress.

You: We all did.

Mina looked at the message chain again and couldn't help but asked, "Are we just gonna ignore the fact that you and Eiji are flying all the way to America, last minute, to attend a wedding together, even though you're not together?"

"We've flown to the states before."

"For work!" She sat up eagerly. "This is different, Y/N! This is a date and not just a, like, casual date but a wedding date!"

You poked your head out of the closet. "No, it isn't. This is a friend helping another friend who stupidly mismarked an RSVP." You corrected very plainly but Mina wasn't one to give up so easily.

She whined, dragging out your name, "You guys have been doing this thing for ages. Why do you have to be so stubborn about it all!"

"What's that supposed to mean!"

Mina started ticking off points on her fingers. "He was the first person you opened up to at UA. You saved his life when he was busy saving Katsuki's life second year. You spent all that time interning together, became sidekicks together. Went to America together for three whole months, ALONE, and you honestly expect me to think there's nothing between the two of you!"

The truth of it all was simple really; 17 year old you had a massive crush on Eijiro Kirishima. He was sweet, always listening to you, providing comfort when you needed it, and always encouraging you to push your limits. He was bright and honest, a little slow in the head from time to time but that made him all the more endearing.

He was also head over heels in love with Katsuki Bakugo.

It was why you never made a move. Never spoke a word of the feelings you harbored. You didn't dare to cross that line with him because you couldn't ever hold a candle to the explosive man.

In the three years Eijiro and Katsuki spent together, your brain finally started registering Eijiro as just a friend, nothing more, and certainly nothing less. You thought your heart had followed suit but it was becoming more and more apparent that wasn't the case. Because the night he showed up at your door, tears in his ruby eyes, every lock you put on your heart broke open.

The same way you couldn't hold a candle to Katsuki, Eijiro couldn't hold one to Izuku. You knew exactly what he was feeling even if you never intended to tell him. Too overcome with fear. If Katsuki came back... that'd be it. Eijiro would go back and you wouldn't even blame him!

Still, the redhead consumed a decent chunk of your heart though, you couldn't deny that after the three months you spent together in America, gathering intel on a smuggling ring, living in the same apartment. The groggy, 'good mornings' when his voice was still scratchy with sleep, hair falling in his eyes. The late nights bandaging wounds and killing cheap bottles of wine while watching terrible American reality shows.

It was those bottles of wine that did you in on your second to last night in America. Supplying you with courage and draining your sense of reason, allowing you to crawl onto his lap, into his arms. You could still remember the pressure of his lips on yours, those sharp teeth gently dragging along your lower lip.

Scared hands tracing the curve of your ass before taking handfuls to squeeze. The laugh that came from you was unlike anything you heard before, something so genuine that you couldn't reproduce.

How it felt when he lifted you up and took you to his bed, laying you down taking his time removing your clothes, and watching with awe as you pulled away his own. The way he looked over top of you, his hair a curtain of red around you just before you closed your eyes, gasping while he filled you.

You also remembered the guilt that crept into your head during the wee hours of the morning, the doubt that was louder than the snores coming from behind you.

It made you slip from under his massive arm, gather up your clothes from his floor, you tucked the blanket around him, and pressed a kiss to his temple before padding out of the room.

You told yourself you'd talk to him about it if he brought it up, but he never did. Not the next morning, or night, not on the plane ride back home, nor anytime since. It was a memory you'd hold close to your heart, one you wouldn't let slip away or share.

"There's nothing there, Mina. We're just good friends is all." You lied with a smile on your face, something that had become surprisingly easy to do.

If only you knew that Mina saw right through it. That Mina already knew the truth of it all.

>>><<<

It was nearly one in the morning when your phone rang. The goofy picture of Eijiro with face half painted at a festival a few years back never failed to make you grin.

"It's a little late." You answered by way of greeting.

"Don't pretend like you were anywhere close to sleeping, you little night owl."

Chuckling at the nickname that had followed you since high school, "What's up, Eiji?"

"I was going over flights. You said in the office that you wanted to leave on Friday?"

"Yeah. I have patrol tomorrow and I didn't find any flights after 6 PM so, Friday is the earliest."

He was quiet on the other line for a moment. "Yeah, you don't have patrol tomorrow, or work at all for that matter."

You sat up a bit straighter in bed. "Um, yes I do."

"No, you don't. I called Mina, asked her if you'd mind taking that shift for you and, since she knows what's happening, she agreed the extra day for travel would do you some good. So, she's covering you tomorrow then you're off work until next Wednesday. As for me, thanks to all that overtime I put in when Denki, Kyoka, and Hitoshi got married, the three of them are splitting up my days so I have until Wednesday too."

Eijiro sounded impossibly proud on the other line, you could almost see the smirk on his face. "You've got this all planned out, don't you?"

"And a bag nearly packed. Just need you to tell me what ties to bring."

"Gold, burgundy, and black."

"Thought your mom said no black for you?"

"She said no black for the wedding. She said nothing about black at the brunch!"

You couldn't wait to put on the tea-length dress that had been a favorite for years. Satin with a lacy top and, best of all, pockets.

He let out a rumbling laugh that fell off into comfortable silence as you laid back in your bed, lights still on, the room still a mess. You tapped the speaker icon and laid the phone on the pillow right beside your head, listing to the various sounds of Eijiro moving around.

A door creaking open, a hanger clattering against another, and a zipper. "And just like that, I'm all set."

"Don't forget your passport or hero license."

"I have one in my wallet and the other in my backpack."

You swiped up on your iPad, off Netflix, and going to google, lazily searching through flights. "So, did you find any good flights since you've clearly been looking?"

Another chuckle, "Eijiro, why are you laughing?" More stifled giggles had you sitting up in bed again. "Just tell me a site you were on. They're just flights, what's so funny?"

"There isn't a site."

"You said you were checking flights."

"And I was... on my family's jet."

"Eiji! No! No, no, no! That is supposed to be for their business or hero things! My stupid cousin's wedding is neither of those things!"

"Relax, Y/N. My family has multiple and they don't have any business trips planned right now anyways. I already cleared it with my mom. Seriously, I just mention your name and she's likely to let me have it for a whole year at least. Plus Todoroki's is back up in working order so the agency is covered too."

Damn, why'd he have to be so good at planning from time to time! You'd completely forgotten about the second jet his family had. Always opting for the larger one since the few missions they needed it for required them to bring fifty or so heroes along.

"Besides, if we fly private, we can land at an airstrip closer to the venue and won't need to drive four hours on top of a ten-hour flight."

"Alright, okay, thank you but, let me take care of the rental car, please. It's the least you can let me do."

"Deal. I just have one more question for ya."

"What's that?"

"Wanna leave tonight?"

You nearly dropped your damn iPad in shock. "Eijiro! What the fuck has gotten into you! It's the middle of the night!"

"I'm excited!" He boomed, "I haven't had a vacation in months!"

"I hate to break this to you, buddy, but this isn't going to be a vacation. You really shouldn't get your hopes up. This isn't going to be a good time with laughs and fun memories... my family, they just, they aren't those kinds of people."

"But we are." He stated matter-of-factly. "If they want to have sticks up their asses then let them! We'll have a good time on our own, laugh and make fun memories! So, what do you say, Y/N? I can be at your place in fifteen. I just gotta put shoes on and grab my keys..."

"Wait, hang on. Are you forgetting that we need someone to, oh, I dunno, FLY THE PLANE! Actually, we need two someone's, can't forget about a co-pilot!"

He hummed happily and you rubbed your temples. "You, you have a pilot and a co, don't you, Eiji?"

"Mhm! There is a company we use. Two can be at the hanger in an hour and every hour after that. I just have to make the call and get the flight plan approved which will be done before I even get to your house."

There was literally no reason to say no. You had mostly everything packed, nothing you needed to get from the store, all you had to do was put on pants and pack up your hygiene bag and you were ready too. Maybe getting there quicker and getting the whole thing over with would be better than staying home dwelling on everything.

"Better put your shoes on."

The glee in his voice, that was enough to make this whole thing worth it, "I'll see you soon."

>>><<<

Eijiro reached into the backseat and plopped a bag down on your lap the very moment you were buckled in. "Had to make a pit stop." He explained.

"It's after two in the morning, where'd you have to..."

"Just open the bag and don't complain."

You found it filled to the brim with all your favorite snacks.

"I'm sure the plane will have a bunch of snacks we can raid but I know for a fact they don't have these." He held up a pack of cookies and creme flavored pocky that had been his favorite for as long as you'd known him, quickly followed by your favorite flavor too. You also found a massive bag of gummy worms and jolly ranchers.

"So, what you're telling me is our teeth are going to rot by the time we land? Not that I'm complaining."

You ripped open the bag of ranchers knowing that was what he'd go for first and sure enough his hand dove inside just as he pulled away from the curb. You could hear his dangerously sharp teeth biting through the rock candy like it was nothing while you still rolled one around your mouth.

Eijiro asked you about the resort you'd be going to, wondering if you'd been there before or what other stuff you guys could do when you weren't dealing with your family. "I figured we could fly back Monday night or Tuesday morning, you know, just play it by ear in case there was anything else we wanted to do."

More than anything, you wished you could just leech a little bit of that excitement from him. The glimpses of his smile you caught as you drove under the street lights made your heart ache.

"What?" He asked with that wide smile of his. You'd been caught staring, red-handed.

"I, uh, I just don't know what to tell you."

You could see the subtle change of his grin, watch as it softened and his hand came to rest on your thigh. "Hey, it's gonna be fine! And if we run into them while out doing stuff, you can just avoid them or hide behind me!" At least hiding behind Eijiro is an easy thing to do, damn mountain of a man.

His thumb slowly brushed back and forth. "'S gonna be okay. I'll beat 'em up if they're assholes!"

You snickered at his Katsuki impression and let the drone of the radio fill the air around you both. Enjoying the silence the rest of the way to the hanger with Eijiro's hand atop your leg.

#mha #bnha #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #eijiro kirishima #kirishima smut #mha x reader #mha x y/n

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years

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Day 27, Post #2 by @booksforevermore13

Author: @booksforevermore13

Summary:

"Well, considering the fact that you just asked me out - “

“and the fact that you turned me down,” he countered.

“- why not? she finished, grinning broadly. “And-and, if I had turned you down,” Ginny added, “I wouldn’t be going with you now, would I?”

“Fair enough."

Ginny’s spent the last two hours alone in a coffee shop. Luckily, a handsome stranger steps in

Pairing: Harry/Ginny

Prompt:

Meet-cute

Coffee Shop AU

Rating: T

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“Sorry I’m so late love, traffic is crazy right now,” he said loudly, overly loud to be called normal. Ginny looked around, sure the entire cafe could hear him from where he was standing. Not to mention he was an unnaturally handsome man, and men like that tend to grab a lot of attention in a coffee shop.

Did she mention she had never seen him before?

Ginny watched him glance around and glare at a man staring at them, then bend down towards her. She almost automatically leaned away from him, and in all likelihood, she supposed he could see that she was uncomfortable, for he made sure to keep a safe distance between them.

Somehow, she felt that he was going to do that anyway.

“I’m Harry, just go with it, yeah? Whoever didn’t bother to show up is a git.”

Ginny frowned, dawning on her that this man she’d never seen in her life, who could essentially be a serial killer for all she cared, was trying to save her from the embarrassment that would follow when she got up after her two hour long wait in solitude.

Okay, fine.

She lied.

Her boyfriend, no, she’d not considered him one for months now, but anyway, the git stood her up. Technically, he’d always been a git, but she’d thought he’d have the least decency to at least call.

Not that she hadn’t suffered the quiet glances enough, but she particularly didn’t want to see the pity that followed her when she got up to leave.

The self-respecting part of her wouldn’t have waited after the fifteen-minute mark, but she’d stuck around for the sole purpose of being miserable, because there really wasn’t anything else to do. And of course, for the hope that when and if he finally showed up, she’d enjoy giving him a piece of her mind. In the middle of the damn shop.

So, Ginny couldn’t help but smile for the first time that evening, because whoever this stranger was, he was doing a damn good job at turning her evening around.

She watched as he looked around the cafe, and pulled out the chair opposite her, stumbling while trying to sit. He didn’t make eye contact, but when he did, Ginny very nearly was taken aback by the dark green of his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “I wouldn’t have sat here hadn’t it been for the - “

“It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

This close, she could see a lighter green coronary around his iris and try as she did, Ginny couldn’t help the blush spreading across her cheeks.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she told him, and though she was glad he did, she was slightly embarrassed he had had to.

“Sure I did,” he replied while grinning, and it was one of those grins which were infectious enough to make even the likes of her smile. With one hand, she watched as he brushed his hair back, a few strands still over his eyes and Ginny struggled to keep the red away as their eyes met.

“I’m Ginny,” she said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he replied, and Ginny, for a second there, was overcome with how much of a gentleman he was. Surprisingly enough, she found herself knowing the meaning behind the word, the first time she’d happened to do so, for Michael had been everything but.

“You know,” she shrugged, “if you want, you can walk out right now, right now, and you don’t need to—”

“Why do you assume I want to leave?”

Ginny blinked, taken aback by the interruption. “I just thought,” she stuttered, “you’d, I’d- I just thought you did this out of pity, which is what is expected but —”

“I didn’t...”

“I don’t need it,”she continued, “trust me, I am well aware the person who left me hanging was a git but — hang on, what?”

And Harry laughed, ducking his head, and Ginny felt like she was eleven all over again, blushing at the slightest laugh, riling up at the smallest comment, her hormones all over the place.

“I’m not doing this out of pity,” Harry said, and then he blushed, much to her surprise, red spreading down his neck, and cheeks. “I did this because, I, uhh,” he fumbled for words, and became even more flustered as Ginny raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s nothing actually.”

“But?”

“You’re beautiful.”

She laughed at that, relaxing into her seat, enjoying how he’d riled up at that, his face completely red.

For the first time that day, let herself relax, breathing out a sigh of relief. Was it relief or all of her pent up emotions at once? She didn’t know, but all she’d felt for the last few hours had been anger, annoyance, hurt, though the latter she refused to admit. She could only feel so much at once, she knew that, yet Michael had only added to her troubles and Ginny had let him.

She hated herself for that.

A moment later, she spoke up again, leaning towards Harry, still enjoying how he got all flustered by her words. Clearly, he wasn’t as smooth as she thought he had been.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What?”

“Who’s that girl sitting back there,” she gestured, “the one who’s been looking at us for the last few minutes from over her menu?

Harry whirled around, and then started chuckling. The girl in question dropped down again, and Harry turned back.

“That’s Hermione,” he said. “She’s my sister, friend,” he rubbed his neck again, “best friend.”

She shrugged. “Fair enough.”

Ginny had sat through Luna’s entire date with Rolf, she really couldn’t comment on it.

A moment later, Harry spoke up again, as if he’d thought of something important and wanted to get it out of the system. “Can I ask you something?” he said, repeating her words from before.

She smiled, sitting back in her seat. “Fire on.”

“I think now would be a good time to order something,” he said quietly. “That waitress over there has been giving us the stink-eye since before I sat here.”

“Can I tell you something?”

Harry nodded.

“She’s been doing that since the last two hours.”

He started laughing again, ducking his head again, and Ginny joined him, shaking her head in disbelief. She was still having a hard time believing that she was this relaxed around a complete stranger when she couldn’t even be this close with her family.

Nevertheless, she called the woman over here, who introduced herself yet again as Alicia, and then proceeded to rip their orders down in her notepad, stalking away afterwards. When she disappeared behind the counter again, Harry looked at her again, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“What’d you do to rile her up like that?”

Ginny grinned, returning his look. “I don’t blame her, really,” she said and chuckled, “if I was the one with a customer sitting for two hours straight without even drinking one measly coffee, I would have done more than glare.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it.”

Ginny looked at him, an eyebrow arched. “You think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” she teased and Harry scoffed.

“Not even close. I’m trying to, though I don’t think I ever will.”

“Good that.”

Behind him she saw the girl, Hermione, get up, and as Harry followed her gaze and turned, the girl looked at him, and smiled in reassurance, leaving a dollar note on the table and leaving.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s the one, now you be honest, she’s the one who pushed you to meet me, isn’t she?”

He had a sheepish look on his face as he shrugged, and Ginny threw her head back in laughter.

“How did you figure that one out?”

“You’re not as smooth as you think,” she teased, and Harry winced again, ducking his head as he smiled, and Ginny was glad she wasn’t the only one in their interaction behaving like a complete tween.

She took her time, observing him as the silence came after. It felt….comfortable, sitting with him, joking with him. There was a particular ease between them, one she hadn’t failed to notice, one she hadn’t shared with Michael or anyone she’d dated before.

He was handsome, Harry, with his lopsided glasses, and his green eyes sparkling behind them. If she could be so poetic herself, she’d have described it as a storm brewing in his eyes, the green of the forest across her house.

But she hadn’t failed to notice how it was slightly odd that he’d been here at the same time as she, and it was weird because it was a Monday, the busiest day of the week. He wasn’t an athlete, no athlete could be this charming and this flustered at the same time, and she didn’t know any other professions where they had a day off on Monday.

“What were you doing here?” she asked suddenly, and then winced, wondering if her question had been a bit too forward.

But Harry only shrugged. “Nothing of importance, really. I had a day off, so I decided to get out of the house for a change.”

“Sounds reasonable,” she replied. It was quite a mundane reason, nothing like she’d imagined. Nevertheless, she didn’t push him, didn’t ask for details, though that was partly because she knew it wasn’t her place. But over the years, with Michael and Dean and every other bloke she’d been with, constantly nagging her for details, where she’d been, whom she’d been with, why she’d been there with whomever she’d been with, that she knew better.

And she had a strong feeling that Harry appreciated it too.

When their eyes met again, she couldn’t help but smile. He cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck again, and then leaned forward slightly.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked, and it was, if she could be so honest (a trait she didn’t possess) concerning that the very first thing Ginny thought was how much of a damn charmer he was and the second: she couldn’t wait to tell Luna.

Not for the first time, she found herself thinking she needed to get a life.

Ginny shrugged. “You’re the one with the plan. I do whatever seems fun at the moment.”

“And what exactly seems fun here right now?”

She looked around, giving a once-over of the place before shaking her head, shrugging.

“Nothing, nada. This is a most literal garbage dump.”

“Then how about we just talk?”

She arched an eyebrow at him, as if contemplating the great mysteries of the universe, before they burst out laughing, her eyes glinting with anticipation. It had been long since she’d felt this, this ridiculous fluttering in her stomach, this tingling she felt every time their fingers brushed together.

God, they were like two giggling teenagers. No wonder everyone was looking at them.

When she checked her watch under the table, it was six in the evening, and night was setting fast, their surroundings already a dusky blue. The door of the coffee shop was open, and every other minute, a huge gust of wind blew in, cool against the summer sun. Other than the two of them, there were only three other people in the shop, and one was just about to leave.

“Can I ask you something?”

Ginny smiled.

“You play for the London Dragons?”

She frowned, slightly taken aback by how he knew that piece of information before he pointed out her jacket.

“Oh,” she chuckled drily. “Yeah, I do. It’s my last year in college.”

“I see.”

Consciously, she tugged her sleeves down, clearing her throat in earnest. One minute she wanted to twirl around the cafe twice, giddy with excitement, and the other she wanted to jump twice in her chair in fear and anticipation.

Michael hadn’t been good for her emotions.

“Okay,” she mumbled. “My turn.” She cleared her throat, and Harry raised an eyebrow, to which she wiggled hers.

“Wh…. do you, um, do that?” She asked.

He looked at her in confusion, a slight smile playing on his face. He was adorable, and Ginny was having a hard time keeping herself from smiling too much.

“Do what?”

“This, when you laugh, you duck your head. Why do you do that?”

“I…..uh, I have no idea. It’s habit, I guess.”

“I see.”

They both solemnly looked at each, and then shared a smile, Ginny still feeling quite tingly in her fingers when they touched his. The couple sitting a few chairs away from them shot them a look, after which they had to shut down their sneaky-glancing contest, but that didn’t last long.

“So,” Harry shot her a mirthful smile, “tell me something about yourself.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow. “You save me from a dateless evening and now, you’re letting me talk about myself? Seems like I should be glad I was abandoned.”

“I think you should be more impressed by the fact that I know nothing about you.”

“And why is that?”

“So the chances of me mansplaining are next to none.”

Ginny laughed, sitting up straight in her chair. She folded her hands and looked at him. “Okay, one,” she started, “I, uhh...have six brothers, older, mind you and all of them are dolts of the highest calibre. Two, I have a dog, named Daisy, she’s a Husky, and the one being I love most in the world, and three, I am currently…. single.”

“Three things?”

“It’s your turn now.”

Harry laughed, and then copied her as he too, sat himself in the same position, his hands on the table, fingers drumming to a noiseless tune. “One, I have no siblings,” he clicked his tongue, and then continued. “Two, I….uh, I am an officer in Scotland Yard, under training though,” he said hurriedly as she looked at him in surprise, “and three, I’m twenty three, and single.”

She smirked, sitting back, satisfied, and trying to ignore the fact that he was single too (and failing miserably). “I didn’t know we had an officer in our midst,” she said.

“Under training.”

“Ah, well, potato, potahto.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head in exasperation, and they sat up as Alicia, the waitress came to their table, holding their order, which she, by all accounts, slammed onto the table.

“Oh well, she’s a pleasant one,” Harry muttered and Ginny smiled into her coffee.

She blew on it and took a sip, before blatantly making a face. “Oh,” she put her coffee down. “That-that’s not good at all.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s bitter. It’s very bitter.”

“Oh,” Harry passed her a sugar packet, one which she graciously ripped open, dumping it’s contents into her coffee, stirring it, as she looked up at him.

“Can I ask you something?” Ginny gestured at his hair, and consciously, he ran his hand over it, as if he knew what she was talking about.

“What’s,” she hesitated, “that scar under your…your hair?”

She knew she’d messed up at that, for his eyes hardened, and he looked down at his plate. It was clearly a painful subject for him, one he wished to keep private and Ginny felt herself thinking she should have kept herself shut.

“I was in an accident,” he explained as their eyes met and Ginny nodded hurriedly, not asking more. She looked away, though she could feel his gaze on her long after she had turned.

“I have a feeling you want to ask something,” she smiled, and Harry nodded as he shifted in his seat.

“He, the person who didn’t show up,” he started, “he didn’t call?”

“No,” she replied sharply, before sighing. It was an awfully personal question, but she felt he deserved at least an explanation for why he had had to step in as her faux. “Michael, the boy, the git, and I,” she clicked her tongue, “well, we are too far gone to do something like that.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Harry said quietly and Ginny shrugged. She’d never broached the subject before, her and Michael’s relationship, if she could even call it one, partly because she hadn’t bothered, and partly because she didn’t know what to feel about it.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I overstepped, I’m sorry”

“No that’s alright,” she said, and waved her hands haphazardly around as if they could prove her point. “I mean we were broken up long before this. Four months, actually. This was basically grasping at needles in a haystack.”

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“Why didn’t you break up then?” Harry asked and Ginny couldn’t help but laugh. If she had figured that one out, she’d have put an end to this long since.

“I’m a bad girlfriend,” she chuckled drily. “He’s a bad boyfriend. We deserved each other.”

Harry didn’t ask more.

It was a few long minutes before either of them spoke. Her brain was completely blank, one of those times where she didn’t say anything, didn’t think anything, just stared aimlessly at the sugar dissolving in her coffee.

“You know that gets me thinking,” she started, “why the hell did I date that jackass in the first place?” Ginny looked at him, a smile playing on her lips, and a need to make the conversation lighter. “The answer to that question— well, I don’t exactly know— but, well, maybe because we were attracted to each other,” she said, nodding mockingly.

“But then that gets you thinking. I am, for example and this is completely hypothetical, attracted to pie,” Harry raised an eyebrow, hiding a smile, “or this coffee for example, but that doesn’t mean I feel the need to date it.”

She looked at him, and he looked at her, as if he didn’t quite know how to respond, and just like that, they burst out laughing again, as if they hadn’t been talking about her sorry excuse for a love life the very other second.

“I think that neither of us are drunk enough for this conversation,” Harry said between chuckles and Ginny laughed harder.

They paused as Alicia, the waitress shushed them from behind the counter, and looked at each other, both of them struggling to keep the chuckles in.

In a fit, she sipped on her coffee, immediately regretting it as she coughed, spitting the coffee back in the mug again.

“This is worse,” she coughed, gulping the water in. “This is like mud. Like bitter mud and sugar.”

Harry looked at her, slightly concerned before he pushed his chair out and stood up. “Okay,” he said. “That’s it.”

Ginny frowned in confusion, as he pushed the chair back in, slightly disheartened by what he was doing, but he only smiled, holding out his hand for her.

“Care to join me?”

Ginny tilted her head, trying out those words in her head and then laughed, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Where are you going?” she asked, and Harry looked at her, she was yet once again, captured breathless by his eyes on her.

“Anywhere but here,” he said, and Ginny felt her cheeks heating up.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were asking me out on a date.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“I literally just met you!” she exclaimed, chuckling in disbelief. Harry was still looking at her, and she found herself pausing, hesitating and then asking.

“How about, as two people who just met?”

“How about as friends?” Harry countered.

She shrugged, and then smirked. “Fair enough.”

So, when he offered his hand again, Ginny took it, and let him pull her up and as Harry smiled back at her with that grin of his, she couldn’t help but grin like that. In a moment of irony, she realised that had Michael not been a bad boyfriend and her, not the essential definition of the Mad Hatter, they would have never been standing here.

He let go of her hand as she stood up, though it lingered near hers long after he’d left it. Ginny didn’t pull away. She didn’t want to.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked, smiling, and both of them, completely ignorant of the fact that Alicia was now staring pointedly at them.

“Well, considering the fact that you just asked me out - “

“and the fact that you just turned me down,” he countered.

“- why not? she finished, grinning broadly. “And-and, if I had turned you down,” Ginny added, “I wouldn’t be going with you now, would I?”

“Fair enough.”

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#chudleycanonficfest2021 #HP fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest romantic #submission

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chdarling-tle · 3 years

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I think I accidentally deleted the ask from @islanderess that I’d been sitting on for ages (and now I can’t tag you either?? 😫), but they had asked if I would share a TLE2 snippet from Sirius’s POV. I procrastinated because I wanted to space out spoilers but also because I couldn’t settle on an appropriate Sirius snippet that didn’t give too much plot away...

I still haven’t settled, as technically this is from a Remus chapter, but...Sirius is in it! It counts! (okay fine I cheated.)

Anyway, for reasons unbeknownst to god or man, I decided to do an audiopost for this. Idk, it's late on a Monday night and I am bored/creatively blocked/an insomniac, so why not. This is also the last TLE2 spoiler I'm sharing before I begin posting the story in June, so I figured I ought to do something slightly different. :)

Enjoy round 2 of awkward phone voice spoilers!

(transcript under cut)

The Shrieking Shack sat lonely on its hill as sunrise crept across the mountains. It was a howling night — or it should have been — but the night had come and gone and not a single cry had disturbed the village’s slumber.

The residents of Hogsmeade had noticed that their haunted house had grown quieter over the past year…but not silent. Though it was true you were less likely to hear the howls and horrors that had plagued it for ages, these days, if you listened very closely at the cock crow of morning, you might just hear a few melodic bars of piano, soft as snowfall — a sound which many felt was far more unsettling.

The music drifted in upon the wind just at the moment toes flexed under sheets and eyes blinked open to a fresh day. Some mornings the music was wispy and funereal — exactly the sort of tune you’d expect a ghost to play — but other dawns were disconcerting in their enthusiasm, a ragtime trill of syncopated notes and — if the wind was just right — laughter.

This morning was a quiet one, the cold wind of November’s end stuttering against windows and sneaking through cracks. It curled its way across high street, past the pub and the post office, until it whistled through the boarded-up windows of the Shrieking Shack, sending dust eddies swirling and ruffling the hair of the ghost who played the piano.

He was no ghost, of course, but a teenage boy, who sat straight-backed and proud at the piano, as though he were performing in a grand concert hall, and not a derelict shack. His cheeks blossomed pink from the cold, but his expression was dreamy and distant as his fingers coaxed soft notes from the keys. Quiet, soothing, almost a lullaby.

For not far from his feet, another boy was sleeping, curled into himself under someone else’s cloak, cheek pressed to the crook of his chapped elbow. Dawn cut through the slats of wood in golden shafts, one of which fell inconveniently across the sleeping boy’s face. He stirred, groaned, scrunched up his face in displeasure — and then Remus Lupin opened his eyes.

#my love of reading aloud is in constant battle with my hatred of my own voice #but we're experimenting with self-love y'all!!#or at least somewhat tempered self-loathing!#we're trying!#tle2 spoilers #tle2 #ch answers

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The Marriage Project (8)

Hello, hello, hello! Here’s chapter 8 after a long break since chapter 7! If you haven’t all ready, make sure you go check out the prologue to Sweet Home Alabama once you’re done here, as I may post the first chap very soon!

Story Masterlist

Word Count: 2178

Warnings: Some language? I can’t think of anything else

% approximately the 3rd week of October %

You hadn’t really told anyone what you’d been doing Sunday, and especially left out the part where you were with Tom.

Once getting home the previous night, you’d quickly taken off your makeup and brushed your teeth before essentially passing out on your bed. You’d also snoozed your alarm enough times that you’d had to rush to school that morning, getting to class with only a minute to spare.

In the afternoon, your friends sat around a lunch table discussing how your weekends had gone.

“Mine was pretty boring. How about yours, y/n?” Caroline asked.

“It was fine. Mostly did homework. Oh, and I took some senior pictures yesterday, but that’s it.”

“Oh that’s why your hair is straight?” someone else asked.

“Yeah, I got home late and woke up late so I just tossed on some jeans this morning.”

“Where even were you? Your snap maps said you were at the lake,” Alexis stated.

To say that question made you nervous was an understatement. You didn’t want to give anything away so you tried to keep it vague.

“Oh, yeah. The photographer knew of a place out there we could go so I said yes.”

“Who was your photographer? I’ve been looking to get pictures done,” Caroline said.

Well, there goes ambiguity.

“Hah, well, Nikki Holland.”

“Isn’t that Tom’s mom?” Alexis asked, squinting at you. You sighed.

“Yes. I’ve been at their house a lot for the project and her whole career is photography so she asked me if I wanted her to do my pictures for free. I couldn’t turn that down.

“So that’s why you and Tom were at the same location yesterday!” Alexis exclaimed.

“What! Keep your voice down!”

“So it’s true? You and Tom took your senior pictures together? I was waiting until you’d admit why you were together.”

“Okay there are so many things I need to address but firstly, we did not take them together, we just did them at the same time. And secondly, since when do you have Tom on snap?”

Alexis rubbed the back of her neck and looked away. Everyone else looked surprised and kept quiet.

“Remember sophomore year when I went to that party while you were out of town? And I told you I made out with someone? Well….”

“ALEXIS!”

“I was drunk, okay? By the next day I realized how gross it was, but I kept him on snap so I could keep tabs for when we talked trash about him.”

You folded your arms across your chest and stared blankly across the table at your best friend.

“And you just didn’t think to tell me that you, I don’t know, made out with my mortal enemy and have had him on snap for the past 2 years?”

“I thought you’d be mad at me! Obviously it was the one time, and we’ve never sent each other a single snap. This was about you anyways and how you and Tom spent yesterday together. Where were you, actually?” Alexis asked, looking at you expectantly. You rolled your eyes.

“His grandparents have a lake house, okay? His mom planned the whole thing and the leaves were pretty colors, so it was whatever.”

“Hm, I guess so…” Alexis trailed, giving you one final look of “this conversation isn’t over” before someone brought up a different topic.

With volleyball regionals that upcoming weekend and Tom having an away game, you and he decided to work together that Thursday at his place.

You quickly rinsed off after practice and headed over to his house where he was waiting at the door.

“Took you awhile,” he commented as you came up the sidewalk.

“Yeah, sorry. I got caught talking to coach about this weekend. It also takes forever to get these leggings on right out of the shower,” you joked, gesturing down at your athletic pants.

You got to work pretty quickly as there was a lot to do as compared to normal. By the time you finished, it was almost dinnertime.

“Oh, I think my mom finished all those pictures if you want them. Let’s go find her,” Tom suggested, leading you downstairs.

Her and Dom were in the kitchen cooking together. It was sweet watching them interact.

“Hey, mom? Did you say you had that flash drive done?” Tom interrupted, causing both parents to turn.

“Yes! I’m glad you reminded me. Dom, hold down the fort while I go get that.”

She led you to her office, then dug around her desk until she found it, handing it to you.

“You know, dinner will be ready in probably 10 minutes. You’re free to eat with us tonight,” she offered.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“You never impose on us! And absolutely, we always make more than enough food so the boys can take leftovers to school.”

Well if you’re sure… I’ll text my mom and make sure she doesn’t mind.”

She didn’t, so as you waited for dinner, you sat down on a living room couch, Tom taking a recliner nearby. From the corner of your eye you saw Paddy walk in the room and freeze when he saw you.

“Y/n! Lovely to see you on this fine evening,” he greeted, sitting tentatively on the other end of the couch. You held back a chuckle at his word choice.

“And you as well, sir. How was your day?” you asked, trying to get him out of his shell.

His eyes widened as he told you all about his school day. You prepared to reply when Dom came and announced the food was done.

You followed everyone to the dining room and stood watching, not wanting to accidentally take someone’s seat.

“Oh, you can sit here, y/n,” Paddy said, pulling out a seat for you in the middle of the table. You glanced to Tom, who was rolling his eyes.

“Thanks, Paddy. What a gentleman you are,” you complimented as he helped tuck in your chair. He took the seat on the left of you as Tom sat on your right. Directly across from you were Sam, then Harry and Dom on either side. Nikki took the head.

“Y/n, why don’t you get what you want first,” Nikki suggested, gesturing over the food. There was spaghetti, salad, and bread. You got only a little bit of each thing, trying to be polite.

“That’s all you want? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you eat more on the bus to soccer games than that,” Tom commented. You raised your eyebrows at him and nudged his knee with yours.

“Thomas! Don’t be rude! Y/n, you’re free to however much or little you’d like. You can always go back for more later, too.”

Dinner went relatively smoothly aside from that, most of the conversation being centered on you as different family members wanted to know different things (Paddy especially as he’d trained his eyes on you almost the entire evening). For the most part, Tom was quiet except to crack a few jokes or answer something you asked him.

As everyone was finishing their meals, you offered to help clean up.

“Oh, no, don’t worry. It’s Tom’s job to do the dishes tonight,” Dom told you.

“I don’t mind helping him. I can dry if nothing else.”

After being reminded a few times that you shouldn't feel the need to, you went with Tom to the kitchen anyways, holding a towel.

“You really don’t have to help me, you know. You’re technically our guest,” he said as the sink filled with water.

“Seriously, I don’t mind. I have nothing better to do anyways since I finished my homework.”

You worked together pretty much silently, falling into a comfortable rhythm. As you set down the last plate, Tom spoke up.

“Hey y/n, think fast.”

“Wha- TOM!” you exclaimed, as he had shot water at you, making the front of your shirt wet. “Oh you are so dead for that!”

You jumped on his back, pressing your wet shirt against him, causing his own shirt to dampen. He thrashed around, the both of you laughing.

“What the hell is going on in- oh,” said Sam, who entered the room.

You both froze in place, you quickly sliding off Tom as Sam looked at you skeptically.

“Your brother just sprayed me with the faucet, so I was getting back at him,” you tried to convince him. It is what happened after all.

“Right... I was just coming to grab something from the drawer, so I’ll leave you all to it,” he said awkwardly as he dug around the drawer and quickly made his leave.

You and Tom both looked at each other awkwardly before bursting into laughter.

“You know you’re lucky this is a dark shirt,” you said after a moment.

“Am I though?”

“TOM!”

When you got home a little bit later, you decided to plug in your flash drive and look at all the pictures Nikki had taken. You were marveling at her work when your phone started buzzing. It was Alexis.

“Hey, what’s up?” you picked up, confused as to why she’d call on a Thursday night.

“Hey. I saw that you were home so I figured I was good to call. Are you alone?”

“Yes, and why do you need me alone?”

She paused.

“Look, y/n, I’m sorry for bringing that stuff up about Tom in front of the girls Monday, but, since I don’t know when I’ll be able to get you alone again, I need to ask you something.”

“Okay what is going on?” You’re scaring me a little.”

“I hate to be the one to ask this, because I know you and we came up with that whole revenge thing at the beginning of the semester but… do you… have feelings for Tom?”

You were taken aback at her question.

“What! Me have feelings for Tom? Are you crazy?”

She sighed.

“Well it’s just that, you two are always together now, your usual bickering has turned into normal banter, and you literally traveled to take pictures with him last weekend. It just seems like something else is there, and the whole school is starting to pick up on it.”

Ironically, you had frozen on a picture of you and Tom from Sunday, one of you standing in your sports uniforms back to back.

“Okay so maybe we’re kind of friends now, but that doesn’t mean I like him! And how many times do I have to say that the pictures were just at the same time?”

“Then explain to me why his mom’s website has multiple pictures of you two together?”

Your blood ran cold and stomach dropped.

“Wait, what?” you breathed, immediately going to pull up her page. Like Alexis said, a picture of the two of you posing was at the top of the home page. It was the same one you’d been looking at before. “Oh, no,” you whispered.

“Are you seeing it?” she asked.

You gulped.

“Yep. But, it’s not that bad, right? I mean she takes tons of sports pictures and we look super serious. It’s not like we’re standing with our arms wrapped around each other or anything.” you rationalized, half joking at the end of your sentence.

“You might want to scroll down, then…”

You went past a photo of just you on the dock railing in your jumpsuit to find one of Tom lifting you over his shoulder, but of you laughing.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you muttered.

“Are you sure you’ve got nothing to tell me? I’ve had lots of guy friends and most of them don't do that to me.”

“Yes, Alexis, I’m sure. He was getting back at me for something and acted like he was gonna throw me in the lake. I didn’t realize Nikki took any pictures of it. I’ll ask Tom about it.”

“If you say so… I’ll believe you. But you do know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Of course I do, and I’m telling you right now that nothing has happened or will ever happen. We’re just friends, okay? Now I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow?” you finished.

“Okay, see you tomorrow,” she signed off, ending the call.

You felt another pit in your stomach thinking about how you’d lied to her. You definitely didn’t have feelings, but why didn’t you tell Alexis about that moment you’d had in his room a couple weeks back, or how you'd fallen asleep on his shoulder Sunday night, or even how you’d accidentally seen him naked?

Because she’d think there’s something there.

But there isn’t.

But..?

You shook the thoughts away as you texted Tom, asking him to take a glance at his mom’s website.

“Omg I have no idea why she used the third picture. I’ll see if she’ll change it” he answered.

You were glad he would save your asses like that, but felt a twinge of sadness for it to be replaced. You almost didn’t mind it being there.

A/N: another long awaited marriage project! I have been working so hard to get this out while going through rewrites and working on sweet home alabama, but hopefully this will hold y’all over for now. As always, thank you so much and feel free to hit up my asks any time!

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