#but anyway super proud of him regardless of what happens tomorrow

[f1-stuff]

Mexican GP '23 // Pole Man

"I am massively surprised...We got to Q1 and Q2 and were like, 'Okay, that's as expected, we're going to fight for fifth/sixth.' And then, we get to Q3, and we put it on the front row with the two cars."

#in his sky sports interview he was like 'yeah i don't get so excited for pole anymore bc sunday is what counts' 😅 #but anyway super proud of him regardless of what happens tomorrow #charles leclerc #Mexican GP '23 #2023 #gifs #mine #formula one #f1 #ferrari #mexico gp 2023

[hinakazino]

Kitties || Shisui/Itachi/Sasuke x Reader

Summary: You find 3 small wandering kittens. They appear to be clean and unharmed so you take them home. In an AU where no massacre happens, Shisui, Itachi, and Sasuke were sent on a mission. But they came back home and seemingly had turned into kittens on the way. (Reader has taken care of kittens before!)

Warnings: suggestive themes!

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— 6:00 am

You had just woken up and begun your morning routine. Washing your face, brushing your teeth, pouring yourself a nice cup of warm water, and prepared breakfast for yourself. You were just a medical ninja in Konoha, nothing super big. Today was your off day so you normally spent your time enjoying yourself or getting groceries. Today you had planned on heading to the mall.

However, you were stopped in your tracks when you saw three wondering kittens. They were small and absolutely adorable. You didn’t want to leave them there, and it wasn’t safe for them to be wandering the road anyway. So you gathered the three of them to take a look. You noticed they were all clean and unharmed, probably just abandoned, poor babies :< you thought. They were all boys who looked almost identical, except one seemed older than the other. They had black fur and almost matching onyx eyes.

You had heard of black cats being bad luck, but you didn’t believe in that nonsense. Kittens were kittens and cats were cats. So you scooped the little guys up and took them home. Instantly you set them near the warm fire by the chimney in your home. You searched a old closet and found some kitten formula. Previously you had taken care of kittens so this wasn’t anything new. After you fed the kittens and made sure to check how they were.

— 7:30 am

The kittens seemed to have all gotten used to you now. They don’t mind lying in your palm or having you pet them. The youngest seems to have even fallen asleep. You’ve decided you’ll take them all to the vet tomorrow to get check out. For now, you just prepared a soft big pillow and tiny blanket for them. You’ve also moved them into your room so now you can easily get to them. Regardless, it was still morning so you weren’t exactly sure what to do.

The idea of naming them popped into your head. You laughed at yourself when you found yourself talking to the kitties. They were honestly so adorable, you couldn’t help it. You decided to name the oldest “bear”, for its curly fur, fluffiness, and friendliness. Bear was also the biggest and very cuddly. The middle you decided to name “dango”, a sweet dessert name that you had thought of and announced aloud. Seeing the kittens earns perk up you thought he liked it so you named him dango. He was pretty sweet and was soft too. Not as energetic as bear but close. The last one was sleeping peacefully and you weren’t sure what to name it. You ultimately name the youngest kitten “tofu”. For its seemingly small delicate appearance.

— 12:00 pm

All of the kittens are currently asleep, you check on them hourly. You feed them, take care of their needs, and play with them. Otherwise you’re doing housework. Housework mainly being the stuff you have been putting off for awhile. Such as moping down all the wooden floors, dusting the shelves/pictures, and reorganizing your desk. Right now you’re eating the sandwich you just made for yourself.

While munching your mind starts wondering off on who would’ve left the kittens. You knew you wouldn’t be able to find them but the location the kittens were at wasn’t safe at all. They didn’t even leave them in a box! You felt proud of yourself for saving them though. As you finished your lunch you went to wash the dishes. Later heading to check on the kittens again to see them all snuggled up against each other, cute.

— 5:00 pm

You had basically spent your whole day with these three kittens at this point. Your friend had visited an hour ago to talk with you. It was mainly just you two hanging out, when you told her about the kittens she was very excited to see them. You had let her take a look quietly before shutting the door to not disturb the kittens anymore. Your friend left just now and you were left on your own.

You got up from your couch and decided to start dinner. Tomorrow you would get the kittens checked out at the vet before heading to work. You planned on taking them with you but you weren’t sure if pets would be allowed. Honestly, you didn’t want to leave them. This was an issue you typically had when taking care of kittens, you never wanted them to go. But they would have to eventually find better owners.

— The Next Day

Last night was pretty okay. You had to wake up a few times to check on the kittens and see what they were up to but otherwise they slept long. It made sense, since kittens did have to save their energy. Nevertheless you got up early and prepared yourself and the kittens for a trip to the vet. You grabbed a small cardboard box and placed a fluffy blanket in it. Softly, you picked up all three of them and set them in the box covering their bodies with a tiny blanket.

Heading out your home you walked to the vet 3 blocks down. The vet was already open and there wasn’t anyone waiting. You waited a good 5 minutes before you were called into a room. Once explaining the situation and having showed them the kittens. They took a look at the kittens and simply told you they were fine. That all you needed to do was take care of them as you had in the meantime. The vet also told you that in a few months bear would be able to get vaccinated. You nodded and took the kittens back home.

— 8:00 am

It seems liked animals aren’t allowed while on the job because it could be dangerous. You never knew if a patient was allergic or if you’d have fur on you. So despite feeling down you had decided on staying home for the little guys. Besides, you still did get your pay. Your leader was a nice man and understood your explanation. It seemed he was an animal lover himself!

As you lay down on your bed not having any idea what to do with the three kittens crawling over you. You just randomly pick up tofu and look at him. “You really are so cuteeee,” you say smiling and giving him a small kiss to his forehead. You press softly on tofu’s paw and get a small “mew” out of him. You proceed to press a soft kiss to dangos head and give bear chin rubs after. Both of them recuperating with a sweet “meow”.

— 9:00 pm

Today had went similar to yesterday. Except this time you’d actually went out with your kittens. You’d craved some teriyaki chicken and went out to get some. Strapped to your chest was a backpack of sorts holding milk, towels, other things, and of course, your 3 kittens. That was just for dinner, and now you’d already showered. It was time for you to head to bed and after you’d dressed you went to check the kittens again.

They were still awake surprisingly, probably getting used to your schedule already. You could tell these guys were easily adapting, which you couldn’t complain about. Nothing like playing with kittens before sleep. On your bed you would watch them roll around, wander, and snuggled against you. Their small tails were so adorable! You pulled them near your face and gave them all sweet kisses.

They deserved lots of love, any kitten did, but what you were about to find out was these kittens weren’t normal ones. In fact, to begin with, they weren’t kittens at all! You found that out a little too late when three puffs of smoke appeared. Instead of the three small kittens that were just snuggling beside you, 3 men were instead. 3 naked, very handsome, very well built, men.

You remembered clamping your eyes shut, before realizing they were strangers. When your eyes shot open they had all managed to cover themselves mostly with your blanket. You didn’t know what to say, all you knew was that these men looked like your kittens. Black hair, similar eyes, and one seemed older than the other. One you assumed was dango spoke, “we know this is quite a shock- but we’re shinobi who we’re turned into kittens,” he says.

The oldest, probably bear nods in confirmation. The youngest, tofu, just keeps away from your gaze. Your brain finally clicks and you nod quickly getting up to grab them some clothes you have. Your clothes, are unfortunately, to small for them. So you give them your sweatpants who do fit, with the exception of a nice outline. Once you all settle down in your room you ask them to tell you who they are.

You’re even more surprised when you learn they’re Uchiha. You knew of them, almost everyone did. You had also learned that their names were Shisui, Itachi, and Sasuke Uchiha. You felt extremely embarrassed for naming them after food and another animal. Furthermore, you couldn’t stop staring at their chests and down there.

As you all sat in silence Shisui spoke up, “thanks for taking care of us though!” he said with a smile. You smiled too, as a question popped into your head. “It’s no problem, really! But we’re you guys aware while you were kittens?” you asked, simply out of curiosity. Shisui blushed and nodded, he explained that they could all understand each other too.

“Sorry if that makes ya feel weird, the petting felt nice,” he said chuckling. You physically tensed upon hearing his chuckle, his voice was so smooth. A grin couldn’t help appearing on your face, “I don’t mind! You guys were all really cute,” you said, your eyes now landing on Sasuke. He didn’t say anything since he’d turn back to normal, now that you think of it, as a kitten he didn’t do much either. It was mainly you petting/snuggling him anyway to show your affection.

“Hm really~?” Shisui said in a teasing tone. You blushed at his voice, “kittens are cute hmph..” you pouted. Then suddenly, a new thought popped into your head, could they’ve seen you naked? You do vaguely remember coming out of the shower once. This was so embarrassing! Damn brain, can’t even remember correctly. “Ah! Well would you guys like to have dinner?” you asked, after all, they had only been eating cat food.

Wait, cat food. You suddenly felt guilty, cat food wasn’t meant for humans!! What if you’ve been forcing them to eat it? “That’d be great, thank you,” Itachi said smiling. You couldn’t help thinking how beautiful his smile was while nodding your head, “what would guys prefer to eat?” you asked. Itachi simply said that anything would suffice.

You quickly got up to get to work. You decided to prepare some plain white rice and fish with a side dish of vegetables (tomato’s, broccoli, etc). Along with heating up a pot of miso soup you hadn’t been able to finish. Around 15 minutes later you were all sitting at your dining table to eat. In the meantime you took to asking them questions about Shinobi life, and they in turn did the same.

You had explained that you were a medical nin. You worked 5 days and typically had 1-2 days off, sometimes none depending on the situation. You already knew about the Uchihas and had heard of Itachi. He confirmed that Sasuke and Shisui were closely related to him, Sasuke his younger brother and Shisui his older cousin. Itachi finally said that they would have to leave as soon as possible. You internally saddened hearing that.

You wanted to speak to them more, learn more about them, and know them. But you simply nodded your head, “it was nice knowing you guys! even if it was as kittens,” you said laughing. It was the end of dinner with the Uchiha boys. They got up and headed to the door. “Ah, um, see you again! If- If you don’t mind I’d like to be friends with you guys,” you rushed. You felt embarrassed for stuttering a bit but it really did just shoot out of you.

Shisui smiled and waved back to you on the sidewalk, “see you later then!” he said. Itachi did the same and you briefly saw Sasuke give a nod of recognition, which you could swear caused your heart to skip a beat. Had you finally gotten to him? He did seem a bit distance at first. Soon they had all disappeared, it looked like they teleported, but you really knew it was because of their speed.

Heading back into your home you couldn’t help the blooming feeling in your chest. What was wrong with you? You had only met them once and now you had basically fallen for them. Glancing back at the dinner table, you smiled thinking about the next time you’d see them. Despite having to do the dishes before bed.

Yeah I know. I love kittens. 🐈‍⬛

#Shisui x reader #Itachi x reader #Sasuke x reader #Shisui Uchiha #Uchiha shisui #Sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke #Itachi Uchiha #Uchiha Itachi #I’m really just writing random stuff now #fluff

[miekasa]

random boyfriend eren hcs (modern/college au)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern/college au, himbo eren supremacy as per usual, but can you imagine eren, armin, and jean living together in one house bye

↯ notes: this is me once again trying out this headcanon format, also because i have lots of thoughts about eren (being normal) and going to college lmao

↯ more notes: sorry i have to repost this again tumblr is being dumb ://

Not a frat boy, but definitely lives by the mantra “work hard, party harder.”

Likes going out to frat parties and keggers first year, but calms down as time goes on. Sophomore year is more house parties and occasionally going downtown to clubs. By the time junior year rolls around tho, he and Jean are thee party hosts. Homecoming, Halloween, Pre-Thanksgiving break, you name it, those two have a reason to throw a party for it

But party doesn’t always mean absolute rager. Sometimes it’s just drinking with your friends, playing pong, and absolutely crushing Jean at uno. 

At parties with lots of other people, Eren really doesn’t let people fuck around with you, or any of his friends really. Once almost got into a fight because he watched a guy out his hands on yours and Mikasa’s waists to “move around you.” As if. 

Wears his key necklace around all the time, obviously. So he gives you a necklace with a lock on it, with both of your initials engraved on the back. 

Nobody really notices it at first, since the chains are long and the necklaces are you usually tucked inside your shirts. But one day, ever the observant one, Armin catches a glimpse of yours resting on top of your shirt. Cue squinted eyes looking back and forth between you and Eren before—eureka! “You and Eren have matching necklaces!!!”

Plays sports, not for a scholarship but just for fun. Gets very pouty when you can’t make it to his games; and gets extra pouty if you show up, but you’re not wearing his jersey.

On the flip side, gets very giddy when he sees you in the stands with his jersey on and very ostentatiously scoops you up into a hug after the game is over.

Literally does not know where the library is until you show it to him. Any of them. Help him.

The worst person to study with if he doesn’t have any actual work to do. Will bother you and prefer to gossip than to let you do your work in peace. If you need an actual study buddy, you should try Mikasa.

Drunkenly hits on you a lot. Scratch that, he hits on you regardless, drunk or sober, despite the fact that you’re literally dating him already.

Literally reserves at least two nights of the week to have dinner with Armin bye and you couldn’t even interrupt them if you tried.

Waits for you outside of your classroom if you’ve had an important presentation or something. Not always with anything cheesy or loud, but just to be able to cheer you on and congratulate you after.

Hates the act of going grocery shopping, but loves going with you. Also because you force him to buy things other than Anytizers and Kraft Mac and Cheese.

Steals your hair ties and scrunchies to put his hair up. Does not fucking give them back, and denies having them, even if they’re piling up on his wrist.

Will drive you anywhere and everywhere. He is your personal Uber. Even if you don’t want him to be, he would rather die than let you get into an actual Uber—and if it’s late at night? Forget it, Eren doesn’t care if you’re 45 mins away, he’ll come get you.

After you stabbed him with your pen for drawing in your notebook (with your very pristine notes), he started leaving sticky notes inside of them instead.

They’re all super random, usually incoherent, and sometimes just drawings, and you’d never tell him, but you keep every single one.

Cuts class a lot, but not to the point where he’s failing. Just when he feels like it’s deserved, you know? Like, if he attended lecture for a class all week, he deserved to skip Friday’s lecture. As a treat.

He’s embarrassing. Endearing, but so embarrassing. Like, singing in the middle of the street embarrassing. Asking you to do a TikTok in public embarrassing. Why do you even love him.

Moves off-campus during junior year and rooms with Jean and Armin in three-bedroom house. So, he’s never actually lonely, but he’s a little crybaby and will whine to get to you to come over.

LOVES sleeping over at your place, though. Because you live with Annie and Mikasa, so your place is always clean and always smells good. Plus Mikasa and Annie are usually busy, which means you get more privacy at your place.

Mikasa honestly just starts making breakfast for Eren in the mornings when he does sleep over, and Annie is so unfazed by his presence.

Jumps at the opportunity to join in on your girls wine-night or skincare-routine night. So what if it’s him and three other girls drinking red wine with face masks on and talking about Anne Hathaway movies while playing Monopoly Deal? It leaves him pleasantly buzzed and his skin is absolutely glowing, suck his dick, Connie.

Likely doesn’t understand a thing about your major/program but listens enthusiastically when you talk about it anyways.

His lock screen is the only selfie he’s ever convinced you to take with him. (That’s okay because he has many screenshots of your snaps for safekeeping and blackmailing).

Tries to get you to exercise with him. If you’re into that, then great. If you’re not, it’s okay, he always has time to stop and take a mid-workout thirst trap to send your way. Because he’s annoying like that.

Once accidentally replied to the whole class instead of just the professor on an email asking him to be a g and bump his 89.9 to a 90. Embarrassing. (The prof did raise in the end tho, so maybe he really does have some charm to him).

Has to wear reading glasses when studying for a long time/or at his computer for a long time, and even though he doesn’t like them, you think he looks super cute in them; so he wears them more often than usual. 

Calls you asking for the most obscure school supplies/stationary. “Babe, hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare 4x8 poster board laying around now would you?” 

Mind you this is at, like, 3am, 12 hours before the poster board in question is due. 

Speaking of stationary, is an absolute little shit and steals your good pens. He’s partial to the sparkly ones, if he’s being honest. They make his notes look better, fuck you, Jean. 

“Eren, give me back my purple 0.4mm pen.” “I don’t know what that is, sorry.” “Eren, I can see it in your hand!” 

Brings you snacks while you’re studying. If you’re really trying to crack down and be serious, he won’t even bother you. Just bring the snacks, bring you water and boba, kiss your little forehead and be on his way.

Has a polaroid camera he got as a birthday gift, and uses it to sneak pictures of you whenever you’re not looking. He keeps the good ones hung up on a sponge board in his room.

He has a few.... riskier ones too, but those are for his eyes only.

Loves to pick out your nail color when you get your nails done. Honestly gets a little pouty when you don’t ask him lmaoo

Purposely leaves his clothes around so you can wear them. Isn’t subtle about it in the slightest. Sometimes leaves them with a note: “Please wear this, you’d look cute as fuck. Thank you. —Management.”

(slightly nsfw below)

Is not too proud to ask you for risqué snaps. Not necessarily full nudes, thought he doesn’t object to those.

Will literally give you hickeys out of boredom. Will pull you onto his lap and start kissing your neck because he has nothing better to do. Also because it leads to sex 7/10 times. The other 3 times, it’s because he falls asleep with his head in your neck lmaoo

Might have once fucked you with one of his lectures playing in the background, but you’ll never tell.

He really likes phone sex. He’s shit at being quiet, so he can only really do it when Jean and Armin are out of the house, but there’s something about only being able to hear your moans to get off that really does it for him.

He’s kind of goofy and absentminded sometimes, so sometimes you’ll be mid-sex and he’ll look at you like “Hey, did you finish your assignment, it’s due tomorrow right?”

And honestly, you kinda wanna be upset, but then you start thinking—“Did I finish my assignment?” And then you realize you did and nod and he’s like “Ok, cool,” kisses your forehead and resumes where you left off.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #snk imagines #eren smut #eren fluff #levi x reader

[petersasteria]

drivers license - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom x Singer!Reader Requested? Nah 3,561 words

I was going to write this when the song came out, but as you observed, i wasn't writing bc i wasn't happy anymore. but here it is. enjoy.

Tom || Main || Taglist

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“I want you to meet my friend. She’s super nice and stuff. Maybe she could sing the soundtrack of one of my short films!” Harry said happily. “Anyway, she’s an amazing singer and she’s inviting me to the recording studio tomorrow. Want to come?”

Harry looked at Tom and waited for his response. The eldest Holland brother opened his mouth to say something, but Sam entered the room and interrupted. “Y/N’s my friend first, you know. I introduced her to YOU.” Sam rolled his eyes. “Besides, I suggested for her to invite you guys. Thank me later.”

“Thank you.” Harry mocked. “So, will you come with me-”

“Us.” Sam corrected. “Will you come with US tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll come so both of you can shut up.” Tom laughed before scrolling through his phone again.

Tomorrow came and the three Hollands went to the recording studio where you were currently at. When they got there, you were in the booth recording your song which will be on your first EP. You were just starting in the music industry and you were still testing the waters and finding your sound.

The three men sat down on the couch and listened to you. It was safe to say that Tom immediately fell in love with your voice and he made a mental note to compliment your voice for when you’re done recording. After recording two songs, you were finally taking your break. As soon as you stepped out of the recording booth, Sam ran up to you and engulfed you in a tight hug.

“I missed you! You sounded amazing!” Sam said giddily. He was really happy and really proud of you.

“Thank you!” You said gratefully with a huge smile on your face. Sam was your first ever friend and he was your first audience. Needless to say, his opinions matter to you the most. He was more supportive than your family will ever be.

“I can’t believe my Christine will be doing great things on her own now.” Sam pouted. He called you ‘Christine’ and you earned that nickname because of Phantom of the Opera. You were his Christine and he was your Phantom. It was perfect.

“But I’ll always stay the same, Sam.” You said in pure honesty. You looked over his shoulder and saw two of his brothers.

“Hi, Harry!” You waved, recognizing his curly hair despite only meeting him five times. Harry waved back and that left Tom. He stood up and walked towards you and Sam to formally introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m Tom; Sam’s older brother.” He smiled sweetly. He offered his hand for you to shake and you gladly took it and gave it a firm shake.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” You smiled before letting go of his hand.

“Your voice is just wow! You have a gift.” Tom complimented which made you shy. “Thank you.” You said sheepishly.

Sam cleared his throat, “So, lunch?”

The four of you had lunch at a small chicken wing restaurant. It was cheap, hidden, and there were only five other customers which was great. You talked about so many things and eventually, Tom asked about your friendship with Sam.

“Wait, how did you and Sam meet?” Tom asked, taking a bite of his chicken wing. You took a sip of your drink and swallowed your food before answering.

“I was homeschooled my whole life and when I told my mum that I wanted to enroll in a random course just to know what it feels like to have classmates, she enrolled me in a culinary course. Let’s just say that I’m surprised that I passed!” You and Sam laughed as you thought about the shit both of you did.

“We sat next to each other and we were cooking partners. She was so awkward!” Sam laughed, wiping a tear that escaped from his eye. “But I’m glad she was put in the seat next to me because if not, I wouldn’t have gotten to know her. I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Same.” You nodded in agreement. “Sam’s my best friend in the whole world and I honestly wouldn’t know what to do without him. He’s my rock.”

Sam turned his head to look at you and smiled, “Same.”

“Ugh, just date already!” Harry said with his mouth full. He even rolled his eyes in the process.

“Ugh, just swallow already!” Sam mocked.

“That’s what she said.” You giggled. The table erupted with laughter and you were happy that you got to meet new people, thanks to Sam.

“I meant his food!” Sam breathed.

“It sounded wrong, though.” Tom chuckled.

“Very.” Harry said with a playful look on his face.

After lunch, Sam told you that they had to go home already. You were visibly upset because you haven’t seen your best friend in such a long time and you had so much fun with his brothers. It’s true what they say; time flies by when you’re having fun.

“I’ll call you tonight.” You told Sam. He nodded and said, “I shall wait for your call, then.” You hugged him and hugged Harry right after.

“It was nice seeing you again, Y/N!” Harry exclaimed before pulling away from the hug. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded, already excited for your next meeting. You turned to hug Tom and not only did he hug you, but he also kissed your cheek which surprised you, Sam and Harry.

“I’d love to hang out with you again.” Tom said after hugging you. “But without these two divs.” He added earning a slap on the arm from each boy.

You quickly glanced at Sam and he just nodded for you to go. With that go signal, you turned to Tom and said, “Okay! I’ll give you my number and just text me later.”

Tom ended up texting you that night and he asked you out on a date. One date turned into two and two dates turned into three until both of you went on so many dates now. Despite the four year age gap, you two seemed to click. You didn’t have a label yet, though.

It all changed one night.

It was midnight and Tom decided that it’ll be fun to go on a spontaneous road trip. He picked you up and now you were on the road going God knows where. It was random, but it was really fun. Your parents were out of town, so you were confident in going with Tom on his road trip.

Both of your windows were down and you put your hand out to feel the wind. It was a great feeling. Tom was looking at you from time to time and he was smiling to himself. He stopped at a red light and you brought your hand back in again despite the fact that there were no cars around.

“I have a question.” Tom said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked before driving again as the light turned green. You were surprised with his question and even more so when he started driving again.

Tom looked at you and saw your shocked face before turning to look at the road again. “I mean, you don’t have to answer now. Like, take your time. I just asked because I really li-”

“Yes.” You finally answered after being silent. He stepped on the brakes in shock and said, “What?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You grinned. He chuckled and shook his head in disbelief, “Wow. The most amazing girl in the world is finally my girlfriend. It’s a great day already.”

That day was the start of a new chapter for both of you. Sam and Harry knew it would happen eventually. Harry was really happy, but Sam felt as though he was in between something; he was torn in between something. Little did he know, his hunch was right and he’ll soon find out why.

Tom was a great boyfriend. He made sure to think about your feelings before doing or saying anything, he made sure to include you on things because he knew you didn’t want to feel left out, he made sure to give you space when you would write songs, he picks you up all the time because you don’t know how to drive yet, but he didn’t mind; he loved it. Tom always told you that he loved you, he would send you memes that he knew would make your day, he tells you cheesy pick up lines and he would tell you jokes that catered to your humor which you greatly appreciated. In your eyes, he was perfect; he was your home.

For you, Tom was the one. He was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and he told you the same thing. He said that when the time was right, he would propose and both of you would get married and he would give you the family you always wanted because your family didn’t really care about you and he hated that. You deserved the world and he promised you that both of you would have a family that’s so much different than yours.

Speaking of family, the Hollands loved you. They became your family. You and Nikki would have tea together and just gossip about things. You and Dom would joke around and Paddy would always challenge you in football. Harry just loved your presence and it came to a point where you would be his model whenever he wanted to take pictures. Tom would always whine and ask why Harry never asked him and Harry would say, “You’re the least interesting to look at.”

“Excuse me, what?!” Tom replied, pretending to be hurt. He knew Harry was just joking and quoting Kim Kardashian. “I’m the most handsome guy here.”

“Okay, Shrek.” Harry shrugged and continued taking your pictures.

Regardless of the sinking feeling that he felt, Sam was still happy that you found happiness in dating his brother. He did give you a go signal, after all.

Of course, all good things come to an end. In this case, your end came after dating for two years.

Tom was away filming for yet another movie and something in your gut told you that something was extremely wrong. You weren’t the jealous type, but every time you would FaceTime Tom, everything was off. The vibe was different and you didn’t like it.

The bad feelings you have solidified when it was revealed that Tom was starring in a film with a blonde girl who was the same age as him and she was gorgeous. You always felt that Tom might leave you for her and when you told Tom that, he assured you that nothing was going on and that you were crazy for even thinking about it.

It got to a point where both of you would always argue because of it. It got to a point where both of you avoided each other for a few days until Tom got back. He was outside your house and he texted for you to come and meet him by his car. You did and you didn’t know what to say. It was your first relationship after all.

Tom looked at you with his hands in his pockets, “I don’t think we should go on anymore.”

“What?” You asked, confused.

“We’re done, Y/N. It’s just not working anymore.” Tom explained. “You don’t trust me and we’re always fighting.”

“Wait, we’re not going to talk about this?” You asked him. He just shook his head. “So you’re willing to throw two years down the drain?”

“It’s just two years, Y/N. Get a grip, it’s not a divorce.” Tom huffed. “I have to go.” With that, he got in his car and drove away, leaving you standing there confused and hurt and feeling different kinds of emotions.

You figured that everything was just a nightmare and that when you wake up the next day, everything’s fine. Of course, you were wrong. When you woke up the next day, Tom blocked your number and on social media and it broke your heart. Then when you went on Twitter, Tom Holland was trending because apparently, he’s dating the blonde girl he told you not to worry about. You were still in denial, but when you called Sam, he just told you not to bother his brother.

“It’s true, isn’t it? He left me for her.” You said with a hoarse voice. Sam was silent on the other line. You could only hear his breathing. “Hello?” You called out.

“Y/N, I have to go.” Sam said softly.

You bitterly chuckled, “I lost him and now, I lost you. This is fun.”

“It’s not like that. I just don’t want to get in the middle of-”

“It’s okay, I get it. He’s your brother. Don’t be sorry or anything. Thanks for the years of friendship, Sam. I’ll forever treasure it. Thank you, truly.” You said before hanging up, not waiting for him to respond. Unbeknownst to you, Sam was extremely hurt for being part of the reason why you’re hurting. He removed the phone from his ear and looked at it. Tom cleared his throat causing Sam to look at him.

“Was that Y/N?” Tom asked. Sam nodded. “What did she say? What did you tell her?” Tom asked again.

“I told her not to bother you and just like that, our friendship is over. So, I hope you’re happy.” Sam frowned as tears clouded his vision.

Tom scoffed, “You don’t need her. You have so many friends. Plus, you have me. Anyway, get dressed. We’re going to the pub.” Tom left Sam’s room. Sam sighed and wiped his tears. He felt terrible.

As for you, in the span of twenty-four hours, you lost your best friend and the man you loved most in the whole world.

You’re currently crying tears of joy because your new song played on the radio and it’s your first time hearing it. Your whole team was really proud of you and they were your new friends and family now. Ever since your break up with Tom, they were there for you. They helped you get back on your feet until you were ready to write another song.

The said song is now playing on the radio and is being streamed by millions.

“Congrats, Y/N!” Your manager, Anya, said. “We’re all so proud of you!”

“Thank you.” You sniffed and wiped your tears.

Your song received good reviews and it’s included in Billboard’s Top 100. Every talk show host wanted you on their show for you to perform your hit single. Everyone wanted to talk to you about the song. Anya made it all happen. You were booked left and right and all the blessings were just coming in. You were extremely happy.

On the other hand, Tom knew the song was about him and it annoyed him because everywhere he went, your song was playing. Even Sam plays it a lot. It was clear that Sam missed you, but he made his bed and he has to lay in it.

“Guess what.” Harry said.

“What?” Tom asked.

“Y/N’s nominated for an award and she’s going to the award show you’re going to.” Harry announced which made Tom groan. “Also, people somehow figured out that the song is about you and now they’re assuming things and they want to know the story, especially your side.” Harry added.

“Easy.” Sam piped up. “Just tell them you left her for another girl and you dated the said girl right after you broke up with Y/N.”

“Shut up, Sam.” Tom hissed. Sam looked at Tom with a blank expression and said, “You don’t have the right to be angry after what you did to her.”

“Why are you defending her now? Why not a few months ago when it was still fresh?” Tom retorted.

“Because I didn’t want to get in the middle of your mess and I still care about her. Unlike you, I can’t just throw years of friendship away.” Sam said before leaving the living room.

“Yikes.” Harry said after Sam left. “Anyway, you have to act like it doesn’t bother you, so it’s not an issue.”

The day of the awards show finally came and you were nervous. It was your first time performing for an extremely huge audience and it made you anxious. The red carpet was all a blur and at one point you saw Sam and both of you made eye contact. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and he did the same. What he did still hurts you, but you wanted to let go of that part of your life now.

When it was your time to perform, your phone buzzed and a notification from a number appeared. You have deleted Sam’s contact number, but you memorized his number in case of emergencies.

“Good luck on your performance, my Christine. I’m proud of you.” He wrote.

You smiled a bit before locking your phone and giving it to your manager. Somehow, it was comforting to know that Sam still had your number and that he was still supporting you despite what happened. You walked on stage and began singing your heart out. The crowd loved it and it made you happy.

“She’s so good!” Sam exclaimed as he clapped for you.

“Please, she sounds like the other artists here. She’s not special.” Tom said as he plastered a fake smile on his face. Harry scoffed and said, “Yeah, right. You fell in love with her voice the first time you met her. Don’t lie.”

Tom never responded to that and kept his mouth shut.

An hour later, the category you were nominated for was up and it made you nervous. You believed you weren’t going to win because the other nominees were well known singers. But for some miracle, you won and the camera panned to Tom to see his reaction.

He wore a fake smile as he clapped. It was awkward. It was even more awkward when you walked past him and Sam stood up to grab your hand to say a quick ‘congrats’ which you thanked him for before walking to the stage to accept your first award ever.

“Wow, I can’t believe this. I want to thank my whole team for being so supportive and patient with me!” You smiled as you accepted the award. “Thank you to the amazing fans for their undying love and support. I wouldn’t have done it without you guys.”

“Lastly, I want to thank the guy who inspired the song.” You said as the camera panned to Tom again. “You know who you are and without you, there would be no songs or albums or EPs. You were the soundtrack of my love life and I’m beginning to accept that you’re not that person anymore. Thank you for everything and I hope that with this song, I can finally let go and start fresh.”

“Thank you again!” You said before leaving the stage. The people clapped for you except for Tom who just sat there with an expression no one could read.

You never interacted with Tom or his family the whole night and somehow, you were grateful for that. You never got a text from Sam anymore, but you did get a text from Tom’s new number a few days later asking for you two to meet in the place where you went on the spontaneous road trip to God knows where.

You drove up there with your new car and when you arrived, Tom was already there waiting for you. You parked and got out of the car before walking towards him.

“Hello.” You said, breaking the silence.

“Hi.” He said. “I figured we need to talk for closure.”

“Ahh. Yes, please.” You nodded.

“I don’t know where to start.” Tom admitted.

“Maybe start with the reason why you just left me.” You said bluntly.

“I just didn’t feel the spark anymore, okay? I grew feelings for someone else and I wanted to do it right without cheating, so I broke up with you and-”

“And got together with her the next day.” You finished for him. “Amazing, Tom. Really.” He didn’t say anything else anymore and you nodded and took this as your cue to leave. But before that you called out to him. He turned to look at you and you said, “Just know that I never lacked in our relationship. I’m just sorry that I actually believed that you were the one for me and I’m sorry that I believed what you said. I wish you all the best, Thomas. I do. You’re a great actor and I know your own blessings are still coming in.”

“Thank you.” He said. “You’re a great singer.”

You gave him a small smile and got in your car and drove away. The drive back hits differently because you remembered laughing with Tom as if the road trip happened yesterday, but it didn’t. You shook off the thoughts with a chuckle and just kept driving. You were finally letting go to start a new chapter in your life.

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[dreamingofaizawa]

Leaving Him, Finding Her

Professor! Aizawa Shouta x Fem! Student! Reader

College AU

***18+ Fic***

If you are not 18 please make your way to the nearest exit, thank you and enjoy the rest of your day.

Warnings: smutty smut, HEAVY DADDY KINK, DD/LG dynamic, Daddy Dom Aizawa, complete sub reader, a temporary collar cuz I have a thing for collars (don’t come @ me, a real collar was too big a commitment to put in a forbidden hookup), praise kink in here, light oral (female receiving), bondage, shibari, unprotected sex, Aizawa being softer than a baby’s bottom, angst, fluff

Word count: 4.6 k

Author’s Note: Alright, ngl I cried writing the end to this cause I’m a little bitch when it comes to the softness after angst. Like, the only thing that makes me cry more than a sad ending is a happy one, and writing these scenes as they pley out is making me absolutely fucking weak. Also, my daddy and praise kinks are beaming, and so is my absolute love for aftercare. I’m lowkey super proud of this one, I’m a sucker for soft doms. 

Update: I'm editing it. Timestamp: 3:23 am Fri, May 14. (Very minimal) Editing completed: 4:20 am Fri, May 14.

Enjoy the read~

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He's beautiful. Ruggedly handsome in every way. Long, wavy, raven locks pulled into a slightly messy bun, revealing the scruff kept just barely tame on his strong jawline and chin. The dark circles under obsidian bloodshot eyes did nothing to steal from his allure. The scar under his eye and a frame too muscular for a simple college professor made you wonder what he’d done before lecturing in your physics class. It also had you wondering other things.

‘(y/l/n)’

What exactly did all that muscle look like? What did it feel like? Running your fingers down his neck and chest, trailing down his abdomen. Or crawling your hands up his legs, caressing his thick, muscled thighs. At night your thoughts ran rampant with images of your physics professor. A very naked professor, to be specific. And you had a title for him that you’d never want to reveal outside of your dorm bedroom.

‘Miss (y/l/n)’

What did he look like under the white dress shirt that was just slightly tight over his chest? And his pants that were fitted perfectly around his thick legs. You're experienced enough to know how submissive you are, and you wonder if he’d be a good dom, wonder if you could be a good enough sub for him. What did it feel like to have him bend you over his desk? Or tie you up as he ravaged your body? What did it feel like to let him have his way with you, to give him control…

“Miss (y/l/n)!”

You jump, immediately snapped back to reality, and recognize who had called your name. Your words came tumbling out without a second thought.

“Yes da-” you catch yourself, “Mr. Aizawa!... Yes, Mr. Aizawa?” Your face burned and your eyes shot wide at the fact that you’d nearly just called him the title from your fantasies. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, and neither did any of your other classmates.

“If you aren’t paying attention perhaps the material is not challenging enough for you?” You swallow and shake your head.

“No, sir! I’m just a little tired, that’s all! I’ll be more attentive.” He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly unconvinced.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been distracted during class. See me during office hours.”

With that he continued with the lecture on centripetal force. You groan inwardly, though you only have yourself to blame.

Your grades hadn’t slipped, even if you were zoning out in class. Mr. Aizawa hit the nail on the head when he asked if the material wasn’t difficult enough for you. You’d studied physics before, it was simple for you, and you only needed to ask for notes from your classmates to be sure you did the work the way your professor wanted it to be done. The only reason you’d been enrolled in the class was because it was a requirement, and it was your last year so you had to take it. If it weren’t for your smoking hot professor you’d have hated every second you needed to sit in the lecture hall. He released the class, and you quickly packed up and left, not seeing the darkness in your professor’s eyes as he watched you leave.

It's dark by the time you still back onto campus, Mr. Aizawa’s office hours are strangely extremely late. There's no movement in the dark hallways, the only light coming from underneath Mr. Aizawa’s office door as you approach. The fact that the institution is large enough to give every teacher their own office is beginning to bother you, your overactive imagination getting the better of you.

After a breath, you knock lightly, answered by a muffled, 'Come in'. Another breath. You twist the handle and step into the office, and the man mumbles, 'Close the door behind you please'. You oblige, though your heart is beating out of your chest.

“You wanted to see me, professor?” He hums, eyes flicking up to you as he sets a red pen down on the desk.

“Yes, miss (y/l/n). You haven’t been paying attention in my lectures.” You look down at your hands clasped in front of you, nerves and shame beginning to eat at your resolve.

“I apologize, I’ve been tired lately,” you lie, sticking with your story from earlier.

“And yet you have one of the highest grades in the class.” You keep your eyes glued to your hands, which are now fidgeting nervously. The silence is beginning to nag at your mind, your nerves buzzing.

“I think you’re lying to me.” Your eyes widen momentarily, then you force a confused expression as you look up at your professor.

“I’m not sure what you mean…” He leans forward in his chair, his elbows holding his weight on his desk.

“I mean I think you’re distracted for other reasons. If you were struggling to sleep it would be evident. I’m a prime example,” he motions to his face. You bite the inside of your lip, your heart thumping loud in your ears.

“W-what other reasons would I be distracted?” He stands up and slowly makes his way around his desk, stopping mere inches in front of you. The close proximity has your breath shallowing and your heart pounding. You keep your eyes locked onto his, something akin to fear - no, maybe it's closer to obedience - not letting you look away. He narrows his eyes at you, a skeptical but knowing look.

“Don’t think I didn’t catch that little title you let slip in class earlier.” Your eyes blow wide, your breath hitching in your throat. He walked to the door, locked it and walked back to you, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“I d-don’t…” Your words fall short when he leans down, his breath hot on your ear and neck.

“Don’t lie. What was it you almost called me?” Your body shook, your breaths jagged, but you don't answer. At your silence, he nearly growled in your ear. His left arm snakes around your waist, pulling your body into his. His right hand comes up under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Answer me, kitten.” The commanding tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. You take a small breath before closing your eyes and answering.

“D-daddy. I...almost called you daddy.” He hums, the sound rumbling through your body.

“Open your eyes. Look at me.” You obey nearly instantly, swallowing as you meet his gaze. He let out a small sigh, words ghosted from his lips.

“Good girl.” The praise makes your entire body shudder, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Now, tell me why you would call your professor ‘daddy’ so automatically.” You felt your face burn, a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through your veins.

“I… I think about you… at night…” He tilts his head and quirks a brow, urging you to continue. Your voice is shaky, your eyes struggling to keep eye contact as you reveal your darkest secrets to the man at the center of them.

“I call you daddy when I’m alone in bed…”

“Or when you’re in the middle of a lecture.” You bite your bottom lip and nod as he finishes your sentence.

“Such a naughty little girl, aren’t you. What should you say when you do something wrong?” You swallow thickly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry.” His hand under your jaw turns and grips it hard, just enough to make you wince.

“I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes widen and your jaw quivers. Is he asking what you think he is?

“I-I’m sorry… Daddy." His grip on your jaw loosens as he turns your face to the side, leaning in and leaving a kiss under your ear.

“That's right. Such a good girl.” Your body shakes again, the feeling of his scruff on your cheek, his lips on your skin, and his voice in your ear, making your body react on its own.

“Do you have classes tomorrow, kitten?” You search your brain for the information he’s asking for, closing your eyes in concentration. After a few moments, you find the answer.

“N-no…” He pulls completely away from you, moving behind his desk and leaving you dazed. You watch, your body still recovering from whatever just happened, as he gathers his belongings. He holds the door open, turning to you.

“Come now kitten.” You blink at him, your mind trying to make sense of the situation. You follow him anyway, letting your body move on its own.

He’s a few steps ahead of you, and you follow him as he walks to his car, opening the passenger door. You get in, not quite able to question what’s happening, but trusting the man regardless. Soon the car pulls into a driveway, and you get out and follow the black haired man into the house, still dazed. His voice brings your attention to him, his hand under your chin again.

“Do you want this, kitten?” You nod.

“Use your voice, pretty girl.” God, hearing the praise is making your head spin.

“Yes. I want you Daddy.” His thumb strokes your cheek idly, grounding you in the moment.

“Good girl. Do you know what a safeword is?” You nod, the concept is more than familiar.

“Yes Daddy.”

“Do you have one?” Another nod.

“Gemini.” His hand lifts your chin gently as he leans down and slots his lips against yours. Your body relaxes, sinking into the kiss, focused on the sensations of his touch. His lips are soft, gentle, and his hands smooth down your back, landing on your hips.

He separates from you, looking down at your half-lidded eyes and blissed out state. You're already slipping into subspace. Your mind is floating, wanting to zero in on something. Anything. Your eyes aren’t quite focused, searching Aizawa’s face for a focal point. He recognizes that look. You need a platform to stand on, an anchor, and you need it desperately. He grabs your wrist and pulls you along behind him. He reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out a small, but sturdy, black fabric choker. A play collar. Moving behind you, he loops it around you and clasped it at the back of your neck. When it's secure, he quickly moves in front of you and loops his finger under the material, giving a gentle tug. You shudder and take a deep breath, your eyes fluttering closed. It was enough. He hums, stroking your cheek gently.

“Is that better kitty?” You open your eyes to look up into his, and he swears there are hearts shining in them.

“Yes. Thank you daddy.” He pulls you into another kiss, this one more passionate. When his tongue licked at your lips you let your mouth fall open, his tongue searching the wet cavern fervently. He pulls away and tugs your sweater up over your head, tossing it somewhere in the room, doing the same with your bra. With your top half bare he pushes you backward until your knees hit the bed and you fall onto it. He leans over you, leaving soft kisses along your collarbones as he removes your jeans and panties.

Completely naked, he lets his eyes rake over your form laid out in front of him. A small, elated sigh rolls from his lips.

“So pretty, kitten.” Your eyes flutter closed from the praise.

“Thank you Daddy.” Aizawa groans and leans down to kiss and lick at your neck, letting his hands smooth over your hips and legs.

“Such a good girl. So obedient for Daddy.” He feels your body shiver beneath his fingers from that bit of praise. Getting up off the bed he reaches into a different drawer, pulling out three bundles of rope. Turning back to you, he gives a command.

“Middle of the bed, kitten. On your back, arms up.” At the order, you move, getting into the position he specified. 

He crawls over and begins to tie your wrists to the bar at the headboard, the rope secure, but not too tight to be uncomfortable. When he’s done with your wrists, he moves down to your legs. One by one, he lifts them and bends them at the knee, tying your ankle to your upper thigh, and spiraling the rope up to your knee, tying knots down one side and up the other in a beautiful leg tie. Finished with his task, he leans back to admire his work. You’re nearly purring. You know how much you love being restrained, and this man had made you into an artwork, laying out for his eyes, completely at his mercy. He can see the doe-eyes you're giving him, see how still you're being, how trusting you are of him to take care of you. And he loves it.

He moves between your legs, you automatically spread them to give him room, and he leans over, whispering against your lips.

“Such a good girl for me,” before giving you a soft kiss.

“Stay still for me, pretty thing.” He gets off the bed and swiftly undresses, returning to you. You sigh out, elated as your eyes trace down his toned body, drinking in the sight of thick corded muscle rippling under scarred skin. Your gaze lands on his already erect member, thick and long, a prominent vein running underneath. You’d imagined what he could look like, but reality far outshone your imagination. The sheer awe shone through in your voice.

“You’re beautiful.” His eyebrows raise slightly, surprised at your words. Leaning down, he kisses your neck sweetly.

“Thank you kitten. Now let me take care of you.” Back between your legs, he sits on his knees and kneads your breasts in his hands, pulling and tweaking your already hardened nipples, making you mewl. Your skin feels hot at his touch, your body relishing in the pleasure his fingers give you. He leans down and takes a bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking it before pulling off with a small pop and moving to the other, giving it the same treatment. Rough hands grope and knead down your body, giving appreciative squeezes at your hips, before smoothing his palms down your pelvis. He sits back on his heels and gazes at your glistening pussy, already dripping with arousal. Swiping a finger up your slit, he gathers the slick there and brings it up to his lips, sucking your juices off his finger with a groan.

“You taste so sweet kitty.” You respond with a mewl and another ‘thank you’. He takes his finger and slides it into your heat, and you sigh at the sensation as he pumps it slowly, before adding a second finger. The stretch is wonderful, and he begins to curl and scissor his fingers, searching. You let out a small moan and your back arches slightly off the bed when his fingers curl and hit that spongy spot inside you.

“There it is. Does that feel good kitty?” You nod, floating on bliss.

“Yes, Daddy, it feels good.” He hums and returns his attention back to the task at hand, increasing his pace as he pumps his fingers. His other hand comes up to your pelvis, and his mouth latches onto your clit. The stimulation has you gasping and squirming under his ministrations, and the hand on your pelvis holds you still.

He slips his fingers out and holds them to your lips, and you open your mouth to suck your essence off of them.

You can feel the coil in your belly tighten, winding up as Aizawa hits all the right spots inside you that has you softly moaning and straining against your bindings. Your wet walls are fluttering around his fingers, his tongue lashing at your puffy nub.

“I can feel you. Cum for me kitty.” He reattaches his mouth to your clit and sucks harshly, his fingers digging into that soft patch inside you, and your walls clamp down as you come apart, the muscles in your abdomen tensing and arching your back off the bed. Aizawa releases your clit, but keeps pumping his fingers, letting you ride out your high.

“Such a good girl, kitty.” He pulls your hips up onto his knees as he rubs his painfully hard cock up and down your core, gathering the slick on his shaft. You desperately want to feel him inside you, but you still yourself and hold back your begging mewls. Your resilience and need to be obedient and good for him makes Aizawa groan.

“I want to hear you, kitten. Every sound you need to make, I want to hear it.” He lines himself up with your slicked hole as you nod. With that he pushes his cock into you, and you mewl out at the delicious stretch he’s giving you. You’re both panting as he bottoms out inside you and holds still, allowing you to adjust to him.

“You’re so tight babygirl. Feels so good inside you.” He grips your hips and begins a slow pace, grinding into you, making you moan and squirm, but it’s not enough.

“Please Daddy, harder, please.” The near growl that escapes him has you reeling.

“Since you asked so nicely, kitten.” He pulls out almost completely before slamming into you and setting a brutal pace, and you’re moaning out loud, your voice a sinful melody in Aizawa’s ears. Your limbs are struggling against the restraints, tugging and flexing hard. Before you know it, that coil is tightening again, pulling taut in the pit of your stomach, searing white hot pleasure pooling like magma. Your walls are fluttering again, and Aizawa reaches down to rub tight circles onto your clit, urging you to come undone. He’s pounding into you with reckless abandon, and as you feel yourself coming to that edge his hips begin to stutter, making known he’s close too. He angles his hips and ruts into you, hitting your g-spot mercilessly, and you’re pushed off the edge, moaning loud, toes curling, cumming hard and clamping down on his cock. A few more strokes, and he pulls out as he’s cumming, covering your chest and belly in his hot, thick cum. 

You’re both panting as you come down from your highs, exhausted and spent. After a few minutes, Aizawa gets up and disappears behind a door, returning with a damp washcloth. He cleans his cum off of you and tosses the cloth into a hamper, before beginning to untie your legs. Once they’re both free, he slowly pulls them out and massages them, relieving the slightly cramped muscles, and you’re sighing gratefully as the tension in your body is released. He does the same with your arms as you lay there, your body weak. When he’s done, he puts a palm on your cheek, and you nuzzle into his touch, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“How are you feeling kitty?” You let the tears fall, the intensity of the night beginning to take a toll on your mind. He pulls your body into him, cradling you as you cry quietly, letting you ride out the emotions.

He rocks you in his arms, rubbing soothing circles into your back and whispering praises into your ear, until your cries subside into small hiccups. He leans back and looks down at you, nuzzling into his chest.

“You okay, (y/n)?” You nod and take deep breaths, relaxing in his arms.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” He hums and lifts you off the bed, carrying you into the bathroom. He plugs the drain and turns the handle, letting the tub fill with warm water. As it fills, he holds you close and places soft kisses on your face and lips, showering you with affection. When the tub is full he turns off the tap and sinks down into the water, your back to his chest, and the warm water soothes your aching body. Aizawa grabs the soap and washes you, massaging you as he goes. He scrubs shampoo into your hair, fingers massaging into your scalp making you hum appreciatively. He washes himself, then drains the tub and turns on the shower head to rinse the both of you. 

When you’re all rinsed, he steps out and dries himself with a towel, before helping you out and wrapping you with a fluffy towel of your own. Dried off, you leave the towel on the counter, and Aizawa scoops you up again and lays you down on the bed. He disappears again for a minute, and reappears with a glass of ice water, giving it to you to drink and climbing into bed.

When you finish sipping at the water, you leave it on the bedside table. Before you can move to get your clothes back on, Aizawa pulls you back into his chest, spooning you with his warm body.

“Sleep,” he grunts into your ear. You're too tired to argue, so you relax in his hold and let the blackness take over your mind.

You wake up in your professor’s arms. You turn to look at him, admiring his sleeping face. His voice startles you.

“It’s not very polite to stare.” Your face heats a little and you look away, suddenly shy.

“S-sorry.” He pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck.

“It’s alright.” You sigh at the realization that this is going to end, that it has to end. You can’t share a bed with this man while you're his student, it could ruin both of you, moreso him. So you begin to move out of his arms, but he holds you tighter.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You sigh, a tired, sad sound.

“This can’t continue, Mr. - ”

“Shouta.” You blink.

“What?” He grunts, clearly unbothered.

“Call me Shouta.” You swallow down the lump in your throat.

“Shouta...this…can’t become a thing. You know that.” You can feel his breath on your neck as he sighs, and he releases you from his hold. Silently, you dress yourself. You dare to take a look back at him before you leave.

“Thank you, Shouta. I wish things were a little bit different.” He nods, whether in agreement or understanding you aren't sure.

“I’ll see you in class in a few days, (y/n).” You give a soft smile, and leave.

____

The few months before graduation were agonizing. Having to see Shouta three times a week drove you absolutely mad, and when you finally graduated you were almost happy that you didn’t have to see him again. But it was just as painful not seeing him. Your mind was riddled with the dark haired man for months after graduating. You’d lay awake at night wondering if you made the right choice, wondering if somehow you two could have met more often and kept the rendezvous a secret. Often you found yourself letting a few stray tears fall, wishing you’d been able to stay in bed with Shouta longer that morning. You were miserable. And you knew it was because even if the only intimacy you’d shared was the best sex you ever had, you had fallen madly, hilariously in love with your college physics professor.

____

Shouta stared up at his ceiling for what felt like the millionth time. His mind is on you. Always you. After you graduated, he knew he’d never see you again. And it killed him. Nearly 6 months had gone by, and he's still stuck on you, on your body. On your obedience. On your beautiful face sitting in his lecture hall. He’d seen you on the first day, and he was entranced by you nearly instantly. You were extremely smart, and he loved that. But he was a professional, a professor. Your professor. And you were his student. So he buried that attraction he felt and made sure to never let you see how much he wanted you. He only noticed you dazing off during class because he’d glance at you more often than he’d like to admit. He let it go, simply because your grades remained high. But that day he just happened to ask the class a question, and when nobody answered, he went to you because he knew how intelligent you were.

But when your words slipped from your mouth, something in him snapped. He knew there were very few explanations for you to use that title, all of them being you were thinking of someone using it. And by the near instant speed of your response, he could guess who was on your mind. That night was pure bliss. He loved every moment, and never regretted it. Even as you thanked him and walked out of his house, even knowing he may never get to spend another night with you, he didn’t regret anything. He let you walk away because that was the best thing to do. After you graduated, he could approach you again, and he’d get you back. But he couldn’t find you. 

In the time since graduation he’d told his best friend and fellow professor Hizashi Yamada about the complex situation. Hizashi felt for him, knowing when Shouta fell, he fell hard, and the situation is a bad one. He was never judgemental, as he’d had his fair share of forbidden romances. The blonde would visit him in class often, bringing a fresh cup of coffee for his sulking friend. The loss was affecting him more than he liked to admit, and his sleeping habits were bad enough as it is. Hizashi’s visits were always welcome, and a nice distraction, even if they were short. But he was still hooked on you.

He's sick of feeling so defeated. He's tired of feeling so lovesick. He needs a distraction. He needs coffee. He got up and showered, and got ready to drive to the nearest cafe a mile down the road. As he stood in line to order his coffee, he let his eyes wander the cafe, drinking in the soft pastel colors on the walls. It reminds him of you. You’d always wear pastel sweaters. Once again, his mind drifted and landed on you. 

And so did his eyes.

____

You had a day off work today. Deciding you didn’t want to sit around the house and sulk like you usually do, you took a shower, got dressed, grabbed your keys, wallet, phone, and a book to read, and headed to the cafe on the corner two blocks from your apartment. Sitting in the plush seat of the booth with your hot mocha latte, you cracked the book open and dove in. You got lost in the words on the pages, your mind living in the adventure written in black ink. You were ripped from your imagination when a deep voice interrupted you.

“Do you mind if I join you, kitten?” Your eyes froze on the page, jaw clenched, heart beating out of your chest. You tore your eyes from the book and looked up at none other than Shouta Aizawa. 

You haven’t seen him in almost 6 months, and the man still plagued your thoughts. But the sheer joy you felt seeing him overtook you as tears fell from your eyes. Not even a moment later, you leapt from your seat and threw your arms around his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tight, afraid you’d slip from him again. You cry softly into his shoulder, letting yourself enjoy the moment with the man you know you love. You can’t help the words coming out of your mouth.

“I missed you so much, Shouta. I couldn’t stand not seeing you.” Somehow, he holds you tighter.

“I missed you too, kitten.” He reaches a hand up to pet your hair as he leans back, his dark eyes peering deep into your own.

“I’m here now. And you’re not my student anymore. So if you’d let me, I’d like to take you on a date.”

You freeze in place and look up at him, shocked at what you're hearing. You don’t know if he loves you the way you do him, but in this moment you know he has very real feelings for you. Like it's instinct, you lean in and kiss him passionately, letting your tears wash away the pain you felt ever since you left him that morning. When you broke away you were both breathless, and you nod your head frantically.

“I’d love to go on a date with you Shouta.” A genuine smile spreads across his face, a clear show of his happiness.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” You nod again, and grab your book and phone and follow him out to his car.

This time, you had no reason to leave.

This time, he had no reason to let you go.

This time, you’d stay.

#aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #professor aizawa #bnha college au #aizawa bnha #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta

[sylvies-chen]

Since Chicago Fire is airing its 200th episode (whoop! whoop!) tomorrow, I was wondering if you could share some of your favorite episodes and/or moments over the last 9/10 seasons! There's a lot of discord now around the fandom but personally, I think we should all be celebrating regardless of how tomorrow night turns out. Not a lot of shows can say they'll be airing their 200th episode!!

OMG YES, could I ever! I’d love to! Also, truer words have never been spoken, nonny: we should be CELEBRATING right now and not worrying. Save your tears for the worst case scenario and until then, you’ll get nothing but smiles from me! ☺️ Anyway, I actually have a list of my favourite/top tier episodes for every season so I’ll definitely post that along with some notes for certain episodes on my favourite particular moments!

This list is very long though so you know the drill folks: the good stuff is under the cut!

Season 1:

1x03 “Professional Courtesy” all the way to 1x06 “Rear View Mirror” (and even further)

* Specifically, the Casey v. Voight storyline!! It where we first see Casey’s shining moral code and just how good and decent he can be. He’s stubborn when it comes to those things which ends up costing him but watching him stick by what he believes so vehemently made me fall in love with his character <3

1x19 “A Coffin That Small”

* Genuinely such a beautiful episode! This was such a rare and beautiful episode of television to watch

1x22 “Leaders Lead” (CRY TIME)

* #Halliedeservedbetter

Season 2:

2x02 “Prove It”

* This is the beginning of Casey’s original journey with the Darden boys and going back to watch it now makes my heart full. They might have been tough at first but Matt was adorable with them

2x10 “Not Like This”

* As a Matt Casey stan, this episode gives me anxiety. BUT. I love it (the episode, not the anxiety).

2x20 “A Dark Day”

* Because duh, it’s the first major crossover event between PD and Fire! Everything about it is *chefs kiss*

2x22 “Real Never Waits”

Season 3:

3x01 “Always” (CRY TIME)

* Probably the episode of Fire that is ALWAYS guaranteed to make me cry. Shayveride is the friendship that I will forever miss and watching this episode is like a punch to the heart but is so well-done

3x08 when they do Cruz’s zumba class!

3x11 “Let Him Die”

* My girl Sylvie Brett absolutely SHINES in this episode— so intense but so great! It’s not just her and Mills’ storyline that pulls me in either, it’s everything about it. The Jay appearance, the stinging but warranted Dawsey split, baby Terrance Bode being a-okay after his messy birth in the Squad truck. This episode delivered on all fronts!

3x19 “I Am The Apocalypse”

* Backdoor Med pilot! Super interesting concept and I love going back to see the very beginning of this fictional universe’s expansion

Season 4:

4x04 “Your Day Is Coming” (CRY TIME)

* I was debating whether or not to put this one on the list because this is when you first start seeing the troubling pattern of One Chicago pregnancy and/or adoption complications but honestly, I had to put it on there anyway. Monica’s acting was phenomenal and the scene with Herrmann on the phone was so gut-wrenchingly beautiful.

4x10 “The Beating Heart”

* Christopher Herrmann is amazing and I love this grumpy ol’ optimist. That is all ❤️

4x16 “Two Ts”

* Again, another time for Sylvie Brett to shine! Her “Two Ts” moment was so satisfying and her and it was here you see how well she and Jimmy worked together as ambo partners

4x17 “What Happened To Courtney”

* Two words: PLOUCH. WEDDING. The story of Severide and Stella when they were in the academy, Trudy being hilarious and a mood, Kim and Gabby taking her comments on their guy troubles, all of it is so beautiful!

Season 5:

5x01 “The Hose or the Animal”

* Seeing Severide beat the shit out of Grant and defend himself and Stella was 10/10, and watching Stella cut Grant off made me so proud for her <3

5x03 “Scorched Earth”

* “… or I will lay you to waste and leave nothing behind but scorched earth. Don’t think for a second that I’m not serious” MATT MF CASEY! It’s just that moment that I love so much

5x06 “That Day”

* Such an important episode for so many reasons. A beautiful tribute to the fallen heroes in 9/11!

5x08 “One Hundred”

* Listen. I’m not a Dawsey fan but this episode in general was great and I have to admit: they had a really cute wedding! I mean it got a little fucked up there at the end with Louie’s dad coming to their doorstep but this episode was a huge milestone for them! 100! To think we’ve doubled that is insane!

5x15 “Deathtrap”

* I love these kinds of super conceptually creative episodes! It reminded me of when Hodgins and Brennan got buried alive in Bones. We see Matt clawing his way out of a tough situation with two civilian lives in his hands. Impressive AF.

5x16 “Carry Me” (CRY TIME)

* I mark all the saddest episodes “cry time” for a reason and it’s because they genuinely make me cry. I love Stellaride so much but watching Kelly lose someone still hurt like a bitch 😭 But Taylor Kinney’s acting came in clutch her and he absolutely nailed it!

Season 6:

6x08 “The Whole Point of Being Roommates”

* THE ROOMDOGS. THE MF ROOMDOGS.

6x10 “Slamigan”

* The birth of the Slamigan! Also, welding!Sylvie is a goddess. She could step on me and I’d say thank you

6x15 “The Chance to Forgive”

* Literally just the Stellaride of it all. Like Kelly breaking protocol to save her, “I can’t go through this again”, Casey’s pep talk, THE SEX SCENE. Soulmate shit!

6x23 “The Grand Gesture”

* I know this was the Dawsey split episode (even though they didn’t finalize it until 7x01) but honestly, it was still a great episode. I really liked what they did with it

* Seeing Sylvie crying alone in a car made me sad though :(

Season 7:

7x02 “Going To War”

* The Infection crossover is everyone’s favourite crossover event but I’ll be honest, this one’s a close second! Stella’s lung storyline, Jay with his dad, Otis struggling after seeing the dead mother and child in the elevator, RITTER’S INTRO. And the Brettsey ambo talk!

7x07 “What Will Define You” Benny’s funeral

7x13 “The Plunge”

* Everyone standing by Foster and helping her

* The actual plunge!! The ladies snuggled together in their swimsuits! Casey holding Herrmann back!

7x19 “Until The Weather Breaks”

* EVERYTHING about this episode is great. Conceptually really creative and sweet, a perfect balance of cute but suspenseful, and the beginning of Brettsey’s journey (Yes, there will be a lot of Brettsey episodes and moments in this list. And what about it?)

7x22 “I’m Not Leaving You”

Season 8:

8x01 “Sacred Ground” (CRY TIME)

* BROTHER I WILL BE WITH YOU ALWAYS. I think that is arguably one of the best scenes on the show. Beautifully shot and so emotional.

8x03 “Badlands”

* Sylvie Brett storyline!! I love her being back and everyone welcoming her home

8x04 “Infection, Part 1”

* BEST crossover event! No explanation needed!

8x13 “A Chicago Welcome”

* Sylvie and Matt REALLY shine in this episode— together and as individuals— and it’s so refreshing. You can definitely see the compassion in that episode. One of my favourites.

Season 9:

9x02 “That Kind of Heat”

* Sylvie Brett the stone cold slayer who casually gets out of a crashed ambo and saves the life of the man who tried to kill her

* Brettsey kiss! Minus the last minute of course because that did not happen)

9x05 “My Lucky Day”

* Literally one of the best episodes of cable television to ever air. Conceptually BRILLIANT, amazing directing, Joe and David act their asses off. You’re left feeling satisfied but also very aware of the idea that their troubles were only a small fraction of the whole picture which makes it even more astounding

9x06 “Blow This Up Somehow”

* Gallo and Casey father/son episode? Yes please, sign me up!

* THE STELLARIDE CONVO. So. So. SO. Important. And beautiful!

9x16 “No Survivors”

* “My fiancée” *the firehouse proceeds to flip the fuck out*

* We belong together

* We do

* We’re right for each other

* We are

* When you know, you know

* You do

* THE SEX SCENE

* The end scene because wow that was intense!

Season 10 (so far):

10x01 “Mayday”

* Severide goes above and beyond for his Squad boys. This is just a fact… and it’s beautiful <3

* Brettsey & Stellaride moments back to back

* The millenials starting their business! I haven’t been thid excited for a lighter storyline like this since the Slamigan!

10x03 “Counting Breaths”

* The loft scene with the fantastic four + Griffin! The return of the Darden boys in general is so great, I’m excited to see how they deal with this storyline

#abby.answers #chicago fire #200th episode

[makeste]

“being a hero means protecting everyone.”

hey guys, so can we talk just a little bit more about the absolutely outstanding character growth shown by Bakugou Katsuki in this one scene, though?

because this is sure as heck not the same boy from a year ago, not by a long shot. this scene proves that Bakugou has finally found what it was that he lacked, and with that, he’s taken one monumental leap forward.

so this isn’t going to be a super-long post or anything, but let’s break it down play by play.

so since we’re working with the fan scanlation here, meaning the translations aren’t quite exact, what I’m going to do is number the dialogue bubbles, and then provide my own understanding of what is actually being said in each one. I’m basing this on a combination of 1) the scans, 2) the rough translations of the Japanese raw leaks posted in this reddit thread, and 3) my own understanding and interpretation of the characters. so not an exact science, but hopefully we can muddle our way through!

but before we get to that part, let’s backtrack here and start with Deku.

so it’s simple enough to follow what’s happening here. Deku overhears “one for all” on Endeavor’s comm, followed by the warning that Shigaraki “I can fly now, I guess” Tomura is heading towards the civilians and the shelter. and he realizes in this one hefty moment that Tomura is after him. and that by staying with the rest of the group, he’s putting everyone in danger. and so he makes the decision to break away and try to lead Tomura off somewhere else. there is no actual plan beyond that yet, as far as I can see. he just knows that he has no other choice.

but now here’s where it gets interesting.

1. so I could be wrong, but based on the context of the situation, I think it’s a reasonable guess to make that when Katsuki says “these people”, he’s actually referring to the villains. as in, “listen up, it seems the villains are looking for you.”

2. so now, get rid of the “because” in this next line. and 1+2 now becomes, “so it seems like the villains are after you. being a hero means protecting everyone...”

3. “...that’s what you’ve always said from the beginning, right?”

and continuing on to the next page...

4. “him heading this way right after mentioning One for All... there’s no way to know for sure [that it means he’s targeting you], but...”

5. “you pretty much have no other choice but to move.” (in other words, “I know you can’t risk it.”)

so there you go. now we’ll have to wait for Viz tomorrow to really know for sure, but regardless of the exact wording, in short what Katsuki is demonstrating here is that he just had the exact same thought process as Deku. the villains are after One for All -> the villains are targeting Deku -> if Deku stays here with the civilians, he’ll lead Shigaraki right to them -> as heroes, our job is to protect everyone -> we need to leave the area right now.

think about all that for a sec. there is not a single thought in that entire sequence that is focused on himself at all. this is the same kid who used to be all “me, me, me” at the start of all this. but here, we witness him come to the exact same conclusion as Deku, at the same speed as Deku. and what that means is that he too instantly made that same connection from ‘Shigaraki is coming here’ to ‘we have to protect the people.’ instinctively.

and what that in turn means is that Katsuki has truly and beyond any shadow of a doubt finally learned how to see outside of himself. he’s finally learned how to put other people first. that his job as a hero isn’t to just kick ass all day; it’s to protect other people. he’s gone from someone who only ever thought about winning and being strong, to someone whose first thought upon hearing “the bad guy is heading your way” is not, “hell yeah, time to throw down,” but instead, “we need to lead him away to keep these people safe.”

...oh yes, and there’s one more thing as well.

because you see, not everything Katsuki says is always in actual words. he’s someone who has always communicated his most important thoughts and feelings through his actions just as much, if not more so.

so what his words are communicating right now is, “I get it, that bastard Shigaraki is targeting you, you gotta move to protect everyone.” but even as he says this, he adds on a much more important, yet unspoken thought.

because what he does is to immediately go to his side.

without so much as a word of acknowledgement. he’s always had difficulty saying this kind of stuff out loud, I guess. but in this one instance it’s all right, though, because he doesn’t have to. I’m pretty sure Deku understands him just fine.

because what he’s saying here is, “...but I won’t let you do it alone.”

and that pretty much says it all, really.

tl;dr for possibly the very first time, Bakugou Katsuki is entering a fight, and he’s not fighting for himself. he’s fighting to protect the people of Jakku... and he’s also fighting to protect the very person who taught him what it means to fight for others. to win to save.

so Shigaraki is after Deku, huh? well then. time to make damn well sure that Shigaraki doesn’t get what he wants.

anyways, so that’s it! I’M PROUD OF YOU KACCHAN. and you too Deku. I’M PROUD OF EVERYONE, HOORAY... now please don’t die.

#bnha 274 #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bakudeku #bnha meta #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #bakugou meta

[astorytotellyourfriends]

annual writing self-evaluation

All answers should be about works published in 2021.

once again i’m posting this bc i wanna not because i was tagged lol

i. Optional if applicable: link to last year’s self-evaluation

1. List of works published this year (in the order that they were posted)

since that list is stupid long here’s a link to my 2021 fic roundup instead.

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

i’m definitely super proud of Keep Me Up All Night because it was a BEAST and for a while, i wasn’t sure i’d finish it at all. but i did! i’m also very, very proud of the Bobby/Luke fics in the fanboy universe: A Mouth That I Would Kill To Kiss and Stubborn, Selfish, Easily Jealous. both of them were very cathartic to write and it gave me such an incredible chance to explore some darker themes and really dig deep into emotions, and i just really enjoyed that part of the writing process.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

honestly idk but what came to mind was Jealousy, Jealousy because i think it’s the most ridiculous thing i wrote this year and it was kind of done on a whim and not planned super well. i might be alone in this but i think it’s the most ooc fic i’ve written for Luke and Reggie so that kind of bothers me as well but i posted it anyway lmfao

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

this is a line from the onlyfans au that @romantiquesnouvelles​ commented on when she was beta reading it for me and tbh i think about it a lot.

He keeps his mouth so close to Reggie's neck that Reggie feels every word he says as if Luke's etching it into his skin.

5. Share or describe a favorite comment you received:

this comment single-handedly kept me from deleting A Mouth That I Would Kill To Kiss. i’ll never forget it @where-you-go​ 💛💛

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

right after that stupid fucking blacklist came out. i almost gave up then, but i’m glad i didn’t. y’all are stuck with me, better deal with it ✌🏻

7. A scene or character that you wrote that surprised you:

it feels like a million years ago now but when i first started writing Can I Call You Mine? it was meant to be endgame Luke/Reggie. but as i kept writing, i realized that i loved Caleb too much to not have Reggie end up with him 🥺 i definitely didn’t see that coming.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

i uhh think my word count speaks for itself 😇 also just like, genuinely not giving a fuck what anyone else thinks and writing exactly what i wanted to write.

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

branching out! writing different genres! we’ll see what happens.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

genuinely, everyone who complimented my writing this year. especially after the blacklist backlash bullshit. i really needed to hear that people enjoy what i write, regardless of the rating. thank you 💛

11. Anything in your real life show up in your writing this year:

addiction and grief. it’s hard, but it’s worth it to push through.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

don’t compare yourself to other writers. especially not me. i’ve heard a lot this year about how people wish they could write as much as i do, but you have to understand that this isn’t normal. i have a ridiculous amount of time to write that few other people do. just do your best because that’s all anyone can ask of you.

13. Any new projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

WELL my wip folder is officially empty which is wild! i finished all of the wips i was working on this year, which means starting tomorrow i get to dive into my “eventually” folder and start tossing out new ideas (of which there are many, as you all already know.)

14. Tag three writers/artists whose answers you’d like to read:

i’m tagging all of my fandom friends. if you see this and you want to do it, then consider yourself tagged 💛

#annual self evaluation #about my fic

[zevlors-tail]

Hewwo!💕 jk jk. May I request a scnario (or headcanon what is easier for you) of shoto x izuku's older sister!reader. (Since tgis is an xreader blog maybe she is adopted? Ur choice) Maybe she meet him after the sports festival, and the only person that knew about her besides izuku was bakugo, and she is just so sweet and full of the fluffs that make his heart go boom. Sorry if I'm too specific 😅 love you💕

Um, hi! First of all, I am SO very sorry for the amount of time it took me to write this. Like seriously, I try to get things done in order, but for some reason requests have been a bitch to write. Second, I also love you! <3 And third, I love this idea! I hope you don’t mind, but I wrote it so that Izuku’s big sis was biologically related. Also, it’s mostly from Shouto’s point of view. I hope this is okay!

N/N = Nickname

It’s yours! Your quirk, not his!

Midoriya’s words repeated themselves over and over again in Shouto’s head as he trekked down the hall, trying to find the other boy before he left the stadium for the night. Crowds were already filtering into the upper halls to exit after the winners had been officially announced, and he didn’t feel like dealing with the hassle of being asked questions and giving statements about his second place win. Honestly, he could care less about that right now; he had a lot to think about, and most of it revolved around his scum bag father and his new...acquaintance? Rival? Friend? What was Midoriya to him, anyway? They’d almost been complete strangers before the sports festival, but now he felt a sort of connection to the other boy he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It was all so...confusing.

“Excuse me-!” Someone bumped into his left shoulder as they whirled past him, clearly in a hurry to get to their destination. “I’m sorry, oh-! Um...” A girl that Shouto didn’t recognize slowed only a little as she turned to apologize, a panicked expression on her face as she walked backwards without watching where she was going. “I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed one last time before turning around and bolting off, almost knocking over a startled Tokoyami in the process. 

Shouto stared after her dumbfounded, not sure what to make of the situation. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts again after the distraction, but he collected himself and turned to Tokoyami as the other male strode past him.

“Do you know where Midoriya ran off to? I need to speak with him.” 

“Midoriya, hm?” Fumikage paused as he thought about it for a moment. “I believe he was headed in the same direction as that girl, actually.” 

Without so much as a thank you, Shouto started down the hallway again, faster this time now that he knew where he was going. It didn’t take him long at all to catch up to the girl he saw earlier, and he could hear her stumbling her way to her own destination just around the corner, muttering apologies and greetings as she tried to stay out of the way of others. But just as he turned, she seemingly vanished, and he frantically looked around before spotting a rapidly closing door a few feet away. 

There. 

As he inched closer, he heard voices coming from inside; one of which belonged to Midoriya, he was sure, and the other... He tore open the door at the last minute before it could slam shut, barging in on the middle of a conversation between Midoriya and the mystery girl.

“-reckless, baka! Honestly, Izu...” 

“I’m fine, N/N! Recovery Girl fixed me already, and they said I did really well in sur...gery, so-” Midoriya’s voice wavered on the last half of his sentence; clearly he was afraid of the reaction he would get by telling this girl about his injuries. “Anyways, I can hold my own! You don’t always have to worry about me, you know. I can take care of myself now...”

“Surgery!? Oh, Izuku... I know you can, but as your sister, it’s kind of my job to worry about you, whether it makes you embarrassed or not!”

Sister...?

Said sister smacked the top of her brother’s head lightly, earning a light blush and a pitiful “Ow, Y/N!” from her younger sibling. “Careful! My head already has enough bumps and bruises from the festival...”

“Eh, what’s one more from a good scolding? You’ll live, kiddo.” Todoroki would hardly call that a scolding. Even with her playful words, she gently smoothed a hand over his hair, ruffling it in a tender way while gazing at him with concern. “I am proud of you. You’ve come a long way, otoutosan. Just please try to take better care of yourself. I think you nearly killed mom.”

Todoroki took a moment to really look at the two of them. Since when did Midoriya have a sister? It wasn’t like the two of them were close, so he wouldn’t have known anyway, but it came as sort of a shock that not only did Midoriya have a sibling, but they were older than him as well. His prior objective momentarily forgotten, he watched as they interacted with each other, noting how similar their features seemed yet so different at the same time. The two of you shared the same fluffy hair (though Todoroki thought the colors differed), the same nose shape, and of course what he considered to be the trademark of the Midoriya clan: those kind, round, determined eyes that he just couldn’t help but stare into-

“T-Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya broke him out of his thoughts, the greenette staring at him with a puzzled expression from across the room. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you heading home?”

Shouto was no longer sure that he wanted to talk to the other boy. He felt like he had intruded on a private conversation, like he wasn’t wanted here. And if he was being honest, it wasn’t fair of him to dump all of his problems on Midoriya. And now that he was really putting effort and thought into it, he wasn’t sure he was ready to even talk about his struggles at all. Besides...he knew deep down he needed to confront the issue at hand directly, and not just through venting to someone else. But before he could think of an excuse to leave, Midoriya’s sister cut in, clearly reading the tension between the two boys and wanting to ease some of it.

“Hey, I know you. You’re that Todoroki kid, right? I was watching your match with Izuku from the stands; you were amazing out there! You both were. You sure gave Izu a run for his money, huh? That’s saying something, considering my little brother is practically a stubborn bull when he sets his mind to anything. He doesn’t give up until he’s won, so I would say you’ve got quite the talent and willpower!” you said cheerily with a grin. “If you heard anyone screaming during your match, it was probably me. I like to show my support for my fam!” As if to emphasize your point, you slung an arm around your little brother’s shoulders.

Todoroki briefly recalled hearing someone shout Izuku’s name in the distance during their match, but he had been so focused on beating his opponent and being angry at his father that he hadn’t really noticed it at the time. “Mm. So that was you,” he stated plainly.

“Yep! Sure was! Anyways...” You suddenly made direct eye contact with Todoroki, and he swore you were looking right through him as you spoke, “It was nice to meet one of Izu’s friends, finally. I was starting to worry that maybe you guys didn’t exist.” You laughed as Izuku playfully pushed you away in fake annoyance at the halfhearted insult. “Oh, I’m Y/N, by the way! I’m a third year at UA, so you’ll probably see me around this year. I’d love to get to know you more! I think your quirk is super cool, I’ve never seen anything like it!” you gushed.

A friend...so that’s what I am.

Shouto didn’t miss the light pink color dusting your cheeks. Just a moment ago, when the two of you had locked gazes...he had felt something electric. Did you feel it too? His heart beat a little faster at your proposition, his imagination running wild with silly little scenarios; sitting with you at lunch, training with you to improve his fighting style, asking you out on a date, buying you flowers. He was no longer thinking about his struggles or what he was going to face tomorrow; those things didn’t matter anymore. For now, when you met his eyes, it felt like it was only the two of you and Midoriya and nothing and no one else. Even if he had just met you, he was already head over heals for your bubbly spirits, the way you loved your sibling, and the laughs and smiles you seemed to give away so easily. He wasn’t sure how to describe the feeling he got when he looked at you. You had this air about you; you made the people you were around feel cared for, important, and happy. You were just like your brother in that sense, he supposed.

“Thanks,” he breathed, though he wasn’t sure if you could even hear his response. Regardless, you turned back to Izuku and continued on.

“Hey, Izu, we should get going. I’m sure mom is anxious to have you home.”

“Mhm.” Izuku nodded in agreement and went to collect a his things.

“Well, see you around!” You bid Todoroki goodbye and walked past him confidently, a warm smile on your face as you waved.

“Y-Yeah...” Shouto was at a loss for words as he watched you go. 

“I’ll be outside, Izu,” you called over your shoulder, and then you were gone, only rays of sunshine left in your wake. 

“Todoroki.”

“Hm?”

“You’re staring...” Midoriya awkwardly told him.

Shouto didn’t seem phased by his words at all, instead choosing to turn to the green haired male beside him now. 

“We’re friends...right?” he asked, an unfamiliar nervousness saturating his voice.

“If you want to be, then sure. I’d like that.” Midoriya gave him an inviting smile, finally following you out the door and leaving Todoroki to his thoughts.

Yeah, he had a lot to deal with now, but at least he wasn’t alone anymore. He could do this. He would do this. For you, and Izuku, and for himself. He was going to confront life head on and deal with whatever came his way no matter what. 

After all...it was his life. His life, and no one else’s.

I hope this was okay! I realize not much happened between Todoroki and the reader, sorry...this is just where my mind took me. ;w; But since not much happened, I’m considering keeping this on the backburner of my mind for a possible part 2 drabble thing? We shall see.

#todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #shouto #todoroki #x reader #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #extra splash of half n half #request #answered #sweater writes #izuku midoriya #Izuku #Midoriya #midoriya izuku #dnarez-mangestsu

[inmyarmswrappedin]

Episode 17, and I’m just like... Is this a really good show or have I just lost all my critical viewing skills? Because I just really enjoy it. 

Okay, so let me get this out of the way first. Aisha and Emrah are totally an evak remake!!!! I’ve been saying that since episode 1, but I didn’t think it would get so real lol.

When Aisha wakes up, Emrah is in the kitchen, talking to Ibo on the phone about pranking a friend of his back. He recounts a time when Abdi fucked with him, so Emrah in turn put hot sauce in his burger. Aisha is greatly amused by this.

They go back to his room. Emrah explains he talks to Ibo every day, but he doesn’t go visit him all that often. Aisha tries to ask about that, but Emrah changes topics and asks her how she’s doing. She admits things aren’t good at home. She feels like a prisoner. She thought having Yusuf around would help, because he’d support her, since they’re both in the same boat. Instead, he’s controlling and he’s probably told their parents about Aisha and Emrah. 

Emrah says her parents are going to be super proud when she’s a judge, and Aisha says she doesn’t know if she wants to be a judge anymore. She’s not even studying law right now. And she has a math exam in two days (finally we know what the countdown is counting down to!) but like... we know how that’s going.

Emrah says that when he first met Aisha, she told him she wanted to do law. So regardless of what her parents want, if she doesn’t go to uni for law, she’ll only be hurting herself. Then, I assume in order to comfort her, he says he’s going to the grocery store to get supplies to make the world’s best breakfast. He somersaults back out of the couch/bed/idk and sticks his head out  from the doorframe to repeat: “World’s best breakfast!” I love that Emrah retains a bit of his class clown persona, I think it’s really sweet that he doesn’t bother playing tough guy with Aisha.

While Emrah is out, Aisha checks her phone. (Emrah had mentioned it was pinging all night.) She has at least a message from Yusuf, but she doesn’t check it. Just then, Emrah is back and he’s fuming. He’s convinced that people at the grocery store thought he was some sort of criminal because he paid in cash, rather than with a card. Aisha tries distracting him by making fun of his passport photo, but Emrah only gets more overwhelmed and upset. There’s clearly something else going on, because Emrah has been treated like a criminal for the whole season, and he’s never been so stressed out.

Someone knocks on the door and Emrah fully freaks out. He starts drawing the curtains in every window, and he wants Aisha to be quiet, but she won’t stop asking what’s going on. 

It turns out the person knocking is the drunken neighbor from the other day, who turns out to be a junkie instead. They again mixed up the apartment number, and another neighbor tells them off. Emrah tries to make a joke out of it, but then someone else knocks, and Emrah grabs a huge knife and hides with Aisha in the bathroom.

Emrah is clearly struggling to breathe, and Aisha is upset because she doesn’t know what’s going on. She walks past him and opens the foor to the apartment. Yusuf comes in and is like, “okay, let’s go.” Aisha demands that he help her. Emrah at this point is laying on the bathroom floor. I think he’s having a panic attack. Whenever Aisha tries to touch him, he shoves her hand off. After a while, Emrah manages to crawl enough that he can put his head on Aisha’s lap, as Yusuf watches on from the door.

I feel like other times we’ve seen characters in Skam-type shows have a panic attack, other characters knew immediately what to do. Noora and William, as well as Axel and Mia, come to mind. I wonder if the fact that Aisha obviously didn’t know what to do, is supposed to mean she never had access to that knowledge or no one taught her.

Anyway, Yusuf and Aisha are in Emrah’s room later. Yusuf asks Aisha what she thinks should happen next. Aisha says she doesn’t know. She supposes their parents are right outside waiting to drag her away. Yusuf admits he didn’t tell their parents about this, or Aisha and Emrah. He came into her room in the middle of the night to apologize (aw), and freaked out when he realized Aisha wasn’t there. He’s been looking for her all night and day. 

At this point, Emrah comes in wearing different clothes. He seems kind of sheepish about what just happened. His body language makes it seem as if he’s going to apologize, but in the end he doesn’t. He says he’s tired, and that he’s okay, and Yusuf takes that as their cue to leave. I feel like Emrah is probably tired and does need to rest, but also that he feels embarrassed and/or ashamed, and he wants space. Aisha hugs Emrah, and Emrah hugs her back, and I can’t take this, they clearly find so much comfort in each other. 😭😭😭 Let them be together! 

Aisha makes Emrah promise a couple times that if he needs anything, he’ll call Aisha. Emrah smiles and agrees he will, but will he? Idk about that. 

Once they’re outside, Yusuf asks Aisha again what she thinks should happen now, and she again says she doesn’t know. There are two episodes left, tomorrow’s episode is 14 minutes long, and the finale is 26 minutes.

#17 nrk

[baddyzarc]

.........

it always fascinated me whether, either by accident or on purpose, the Arclights seemed to have a connection to the Barians Emperors (bar Nasch and Merag due to plot reasons) via the color they glow when they become—for the lack of a better word—aroused.

I might be stretching for some of these and the glows could be like, stock-image stuff, but eh, I've been creatively-drained lately due to skool and I wanna write

I found some fun connections between the groups, and it could work especially since the Emperors were the ones who gifted the Arclights with the crests, therefore it could be possible that by giving them the crests, the Arclights "adopted" or inherited parts of the donor's personalities. The show doesnt explicitly state what happened here (although the dub attributed this whole scheme to vector which is,,, hella funny for unintentional reasons,,,) but through fearsome foursome dialogue, we can assume that the Arclights are known to Barian World so the kids must've been slightly more involved in Barian World.

The most obvious connection to me is Trey because you know

This whole thing.

I'm 99% sure this isn't historically accurate, but let's pretend. At first I thought the gladiator garb was random (since Trey was the only one who did this, we can't gauge what the writers were going for) but it makes a lot of sense if he were to inherite his powers from Alito, who was a gladiator in his past life. When his powers was enchanced through Tron, it revealed the depths of what Alito gave him. Just, gladiator vibes but it's cool though.

Michael's crest is orange but when he gets hella angery, he glows the same reddish tint as Alito, so this still falls in line with my theory. They also share a lot of things in-common, including being the first of their group to befriend Yuma. Both originally came on as kind and devoted to Yuma and not evil, then went full evil for a good chunk of time, both due to circumstances—either through Don Thousand or the enchanced crest. They were also the first of their group to help Yuma after snapping out of their rage state: Trey when he came back to fight Erazor and Alito deciding they should team up to fight Don Thousand. (They also fell into a coma after being defeated by Yuma for different reasons but I don't think this counts for anything). The gladiator stuff sells it for me though.

Then there's Christopher. He glows the same color as Durbe, who is the leader of the Emperors in the absence of Nasch.

The likeness isn't as clear as Michael aside from certain traits. They're both smart (this is up for debate don't @ me) and take on the leader role of their group (after Tron skedaddled for season 2). They're stoic, calm, hot, have intimacy with certain spaceships and a book, etc...

Something I found kinda interesting is this

Durbe was the first we see to wear a bracelet to control his Barian powers on Earth, and according to Michael, Quinton made the bracelets in order to control their crests. I thought this was a neat tie-in since Durbe gave the rest of the Emperors the Barian Sphere Field cubes to use while Christopher ultilized the Crest Sphere Field during the duel with the barians.

Chris and Durbe has the least relation though, so that's all I have to say.

Tron is weird because he has two glows, which corresponds to both Vector and Mizael. This makes sense since he does have properties from both. If my memory is correct, the purple one only appeared during duel against Yuma (maybe the one before it during a dream sequence but idk), while most scenes gave him a yellowish outline.

The show portrays Vetrix as sadistic but sly like a fox. This half came from Vector, from how he tortured Hart and Kaito and Droite and his kids mentally. He's heartless, and he isn't afraid to let the world know this. Like Vector. On the other hand, what I think he inherited from Mizael is that "Barian Superiority" complex. Tron said he only trusts barians because they saved him (unrelated, but I think it's funny that he desired Shark, a barian, to fight for him like no tomorrow but then straight-up hospitalized Rio, also a barian), and the only other Emperor who bears this trait is Mizael. Most of the others are like "cool, we barians" but Mizael is proud of the fact and despises humans because of it.

I like to think that Mizael was supposed to give Tron the crest in order to ensure he stays loyal to the Barians, but then Vector shimmied in and infected him with his own powers, thus amplifying his lust for revenge and destruction because Vector would.

Vetrix and Mizael also have big roles in the growth of Kaito's character, where in one it allows us to Kaito's vulnerable side (Hart plots) and the other his compassionate (Galaxy-Eyes Master plots).

And although this has to do more with Thomas than Tron himself, Vetrix's Vector half made him torment and chase Shark around for seemingly no reason (as far as the audience knows at that point in the show).

And this dood. Quattto, I think it's obvious what he got from Vector. The sadism, the cruelty, whatever that was idk it freaks me out I have a phobia of death by machinery I don't like thinking about this.

Most likely Thomas was the one who inherited Vector's nastier traits, and his hatred for Shark. He's shown to be cruel because he finds it fun, and for both Thomas and Vector, they hurt people solely for entertainment. They also have the whole "Ray Shadows" and "Fanservice" thing going on, where they hide their monstrous personalities under a positive mask. Might be a bit of stretch, but both were shown to be kinder when they were young. Circumstance and the crest made Thomas cruel, while Vector became and stayed cruel because of Don Thousand (this is weird bc Vector knows he was brainwashed but prefers being evil anyways). Thomas hurt Rio to get to Shark, Vector killed Merag to get to Nasch. There's a lot if we compare their relationships with Shark.

Furthermore, and this may also be one of those stretches, but the flags on Vector's ships feature a cracked skull with a jagged streak running across the eye. To me, it reminds me of IV's scar (which he acquired after hurting Rio (merag) for Tron (also vector) this is a big circle I have something here but I can't, connect, it,,,) Plus Japanese "4" = death and death = skull

Furthermore, Thomas was used to awaken the Barian Rage within Shark, and if Thomas had parts of his personality as Vector, it could be said that Shark's inner Barian could be responding to the negativity of Vector through Thomas, hence why Tron used Tombo as bait. Or maybe it just worked out like that.

Lastly, I like to brush up on something else. It's safe to say that the Barians are loyal to Barian World regardless of whether they were originally meant for Astral World or not. After acquiring their true memories, they still fought for Barian World and straight up stated this multiple times, particularly Mizar and Alito. Likewise, the Arclights bore these loyal traits. Trey, Quattro, and Quinton were loyal to Tron even after all the shit he gave them. They were also loyal to their counterpart in the second season (Yuma, Shark, Kite) and defended them with their life. During the Barian Onslaught, Quattro died because he was super loyal to Shark and believed he existed in Nasch despite the evidence. Trey and Quinton died in order to make sure Kaito and Yuma got to their destinations safely, and they knew that would be the outcome. Tron was loyal to his cause of revenge, then to Earth during the final boss duel.

OK.

But something's missing. Not Merag and Nasch because they weren't there during the Tron-Emperor fiasco.

Oh, yes GilRag

If the Arclights and Barian have a 1:1 matchup, who does Gilag represent

Obviously it's

the dog

See, the dog is obviously the best Arclight (this is NOT up for debate) and if you take out Nasch, the best Emperor is Gilag for reasons. This aligns. Checkmate.

Also the raccoon. The dog is furry, the raccoon is furry, gilag is furry, it makes sense okay.

So there we have it, each Arclight corresponds to an Emperor after inheritancing the crest, good night

#i have so much junk to do that my brain can no longer function #if anything sounds weird know that i wrote this at 3am #once i wake up this whole writeup will be a vague memory #dyzarc writes #tron #christopher arclight #thomas arclight #michael arclight #mizael #have like 8 things due within the next 2 weeks and i wanna hurl #alit #gilag #durbe #vector #dumon #mizar #alito #girag #vetrix #quattro #quinton #trey #iv #iii #v #long post

[imagine-loki]

Giftless

TITLE: Giftless CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 19/50

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die.  Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Underage reader (no sex!!)  Also on AO3 click here

You didn’t stay out driving terribly late that evening and also tried not to drive your new car too crazily fast. Though it was really, really hard to remind yourself that you didn’t want a ticket on your first day of driving your own car. 

“I love seeing you this happy,” Loki commented from the passenger seat while you were out driving. It was strange for him to be so open and relaxed, even with you.  You’d gotten used to him being on guard over you, especially while you were out of the tower. 

You smiled over at him for a second before turning your full attention back to the road.  “It means a lot that Uncle Tony remembered something I said a couple years ago and surprised me with something so awesome,” you explained to Loki.  You’d also never told Tony that the reason you liked that particular super bowl commercial so much happened to do with the actor in said Jaguar commercial.  A particular actor who played Loki in the Avengers movies.  Yeah, you’d never, ever tell him about that and just enjoy your expensive car… “He had been saying for months that he was going to get me my own car. I was expecting some kind of used car, which is typically what kids get for their first car,” you continued your explanation.  “Instead, he got me something with real meaning.” Loki nodded. You could tell he was thinking hard about what you said. “You still are under no obligation or expectation to get me anything for my birthday,” you reminded him forcefully.  You didn’t need anything.

“As if that would stop me,” he replied. You could hear the eyeroll in his voice.  You sighed at your silly trickster of a boyfriend. 

It wasn’t long before you drove the pair of you back to the tower. Really, you hadn’t been planning on having a huge joyride in your new car, but you couldn’t just drive straight home either.

You showed off your gift to the supers at the compound, who all oohed and ahhed, and were generally jealous.

It was still fairly early when Loki suggested you go upstairs and watch a movie on your TV instead of hanging out with the crowd. You figured he wanted to use more healing magic away from prying eyes and gladly went upstairs with him. You changed into your pajamas and curled up on your couch with him, gladly watching whatever movie he had chosen. You hadn’t even paid attention to what it was.

Before the end of the movie, you felt your eyes growing heavy. It was barely 9pm. You glared at the clock, wondering what was wrong with you.  You remembered that you had pulled an all-nighter, when you really weren’t used to doing it, but even that shouldn’t have made you that tired… 

Loki smiled warmly down at you and leaned in for a kiss. You gladly kissed him back. He raised a glowing hand to you. “May I?” you didn’t know what he was asking, but you trusted him, so you nodded. He laid his glowing hand on your forehead.

“You need rest before our big day tomorrow. I wish for you to be able to enjoy it fully,” he explained as his magic was swirling around you.  “You especially need rest after you kept vigil over me all of last night,” he whispered, “and you need rest without dreams, without having to fight that nightmare again,” he added even softer. Or you thought it was softer.  

You felt the heaviness of sleep crashing over you as his spell wrapped around you like a warm blanket.  “Cheater,” you mumbled, leaning in to him as your eyes were fluttering shut. You didn’t need his help to sleep, but you appreciated knowing that tonight you wouldn’t have to face that nightmare.

“Sleep, darling,” he bid you gently. He swept you up off of the couch, into his cool strong arms to carry you to bed. “You are the most precious thing in the world to me, my darling. I love you,” you weren’t sure those last words were real, as you was too far lost to the land of sleep, but they made you smile regardless.

*

Loki got you up early the next morning, looking like an excited puppy. You laughed as you climbed out of bed. He was completely healed now, and you felt refreshed after your night of dreamless sleep. “Morning,” you told him as you sat up in bed.

“Good morning, love,” he handed you a cup of tea, and then indicated the clothes that were sitting in your comfy chair. “I did tell you I would pick something out for you to wear,” he reminded you, when you looked at him confused as to why he looked so proud of himself. 

You giggled at that. “So you did,” you agreed and earned yourself a grin in return.  You could sense his impatient excitement. So you drank your tea quickly, glad it wasn’t scalding hot, and set the empty teacup down on your nightstand and wrapped your arms around him so you could better give him a kiss.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked with a hint of concern once the kiss was broken.

“Very, with no dreams,” you added the last part so he wouldn’t worry. He smiled in relief, then kissed you again.

“I will leave you to get ready,” he told you and went to wait in your sitting room. You dressed in a very similar outfit to last night’s, a pair of perfectly tailored jeans, and equally well fitting dark green sweater. You were going to have to ask him how he kept coming up with such well fitting clothes for you one of these days, but today was not that day. 

You managed to tame your curls and get them to curl properly. You tended to keep the mane of curls tied up most of the time. It was comic-book red and tended to draw attention, especially since you’d been in the news more than once and people knew you as Ironman’s niece. You were basically a celebrity, which you hated. 

You didn’t have to worry about that right that moment, though.  Loki was waiting for you.

You entered your sitting room to find Loki in normal clothes for once: perfectly tailored jeans, a button-down shirt, with a dress sweater over top of it. You smiled at him. It looked fantastic on him, and you told him as much. “And you are radiant today, my love,” he replied, bending down to give you another kiss.

“So are you going to tell you what we’re doing today yet?” you asked. He shook his head. You huffed at him, but giggled anyway. He held out his hand, palm up.

“I am also driving us, today,” he told you, insistently. 

“Loki…” it was your brand new car, he couldn’t just claim it.

“You do not know where you are going. Plus, it is traditional for the gentleman to drive his lady during a date,” he reminded you, quite logically.  His voice was gentle and patient, though.  He knew you were uncomfortable giving up your car, even if you were going to be with him while he was driving. 

“Fine, but you better drive carefully. I haven’t even had a chance to name my new car yet,” you told him, your voice a whine. Though you did fish the keys out of your purse and handed them to him.

“I will do nothing to endanger you or your new car,” he promised solemnly. He took your hand and led you from the suite. His mood was infections and you couldn’t help getting giggly and excited too. You hadn’t been on a real date before. You weren’t exactly popular at school and most people were scared of your superhero uncle to even consider trying.

*

You hadn’t been expecting your outing to be an all-day event. No wonder Loki had said that you needed rest to be able to enjoy the day. 

You went out for breakfast at a nearby joint that had the best pancakes. In the universe

After that, he took your to the zoo. You thought that he wanted to see all of Earth’s animals. Half of the fun was watching him look at all of the new animals and commenting on them and how practical their designs (or not) or how they compared to Asgardian creatures.

It was still just cool enough that the ice rink in the zoo was still open. Loki led you towards it. “Loki, I don’t know how to skate,” you told him.  You could hear the nerves in your voice. Physical activity wasn’t your forte.  

“Then I will simply have to teach you,“ he replied warmly. "Come, it is fun,” he insisted, dragging you by the hand toward the skate rental place. You let him lead you onto the ice with tiny blades on your feet. He was a natural at it and you blamed the fact that he was a frost giant. You felt like an idiot.  He somehow managed to keep you upright, though, and teach you the very basics of skating. You were both laughing the entire time. You were terrible at it while he flew and glided across the ice, but it was still amazing fun.

He drove you back to the compound late that afternoon. You were expecting the date to be over then, but you found that you were very wrong. Loki led you upstairs so you could freshen up before dinner. You wondered what that meant, but before you could bother him about it, he disappeared into his own room to get ready. 

That seemed strange to you, since he usually got ready by magic. You ducked into your own suite to see a gorgeous dark green dress waiting for you on your bed. No wonder you needed to freshen up. You put the dress on carefully. It was exquisite: a dark green shell with a matching lace layer on top. It had long sleeves and went down to your knees. It fit beyond perfectly and looked fantastic on. There were matching low heels to go with it. You found a silver necklace with a black stone in your jewelry box and just a touch of makeup. The necklace had been your mom’s and was one of the few things you had been able to salvage from the fire.

You opened your sittingroom door and could only stare in awe when you saw Loki. He was standing in your sittingroom in a perfectly tailored all black suit. He even had a black dress shirt and black tie. His raven hair was loose to his shoulders. He looked at you like you were the only thing in his universe. You went to him and he offered you an elegant court bow. “You look radiant, lady,” he greeted you formally as he took your hand, lifting it to kiss your knuckles.

“And you are beyond handsome,” you told him in reply. He stood and you gave him a kiss, then a mischievous grin.

“Oh dear, what are you planning?” he asked, not trusting your mischievous plotting smirk. You took his hand and led him into your bedroom. You sat him on the chair in front of your dresser. “Love, darling, what are you doing?” he asked, even more concerned when you pulled out your hairspray and your phone so you could get just the right reference picture.

“Please trust me. This is going to be perfect and a lot of fun!” you told him with a grin.

“This better be fun,” he grumbled at you, but sat still while you got to work, combing his raven hair back from his face and using a mix of gel, hairspray, and a touch of his magic to get it just right. You had seen the latest Loki movie (ok, technically it was a Thor movie, but who cared about that tiny detail?) with Tony when it first came out. When you were done, your Loki looked like he had just walked out of the movie into real life. It was his fault for wearing the all black suit and giving you the idea.

“Ta-da!” you told him proudly when you was done. He looked confused. He didn’t get it. You didn’t blame him. He hadn’t seen the movie yet.

“Now will you tell you why this was fun?” he grumbled. 

You shook your head. “Not yet,” you replied with a smirk. 

He sighed, and looked put-upon. “Then shall we? I wish for us not to be late,” you nodded and he stood from the chair. He kissed your hand again before you went downstairs. There was a large group of supers were hanging out in the livingroom when you came down. All of them looked you over and catcalled and cheered and generally made themselves loud and annoying at your expense. “What is the meaning of that?” Loki whispered in your ear as you waved to them.

“They think we’re attractive and cute together,” you explained. “It is not a polite way to say that, but they’re kids and family, so they can get away with it,” you added before he thought that was how things were done on Earth.

Your next stop on the date was the movie theater, the fancy one in the middle of town. You were way overdressed for it, but that somehow only added to the fun. Loki got stares, curious looks, and whispers as you entered the theater and you couldn’t help giggling. He had gotten you tickets to the new Loki movie, so he would find out soon enough. “Why are they staring?” he whispered in your ear. 

You grinned up at him. “You’ll find out,” you replied unhelpfully. Loki huffed, which made the fangirls squeal even more at his grumpy expression. “They think you’re attractive,” you told him, hoping that would mellow him out for a little while.

“That cannot be the only reason they are acting like this,” he protested too knowingly. You didn’t disagree with him, but you weren’t telling him your secret either. It was too much fun. 

You picked out seats in the theater and Loki let you choose wherever you wanted. You explained the science of the perfect seat to him and you took the seats you found. There were more stares and giggles and comments, mostly from the fangirls. 

Except when one little kid got up the courage to come up to Loki.  Loki raised an eyebrow at the child approaching him.  “Excuse me?” the child asked in the tiniest politest voice ever. “Are you Loki?” he asked, bravely for such a small child. 

Loki smiled warmly.  No matter how standoffish he appeared, he would be polite to children.  “Yes, I am,” he replied. You could tell he was confused, but he wouldn’t be mean to the child. The child held up a piece of paper and a pen.

“Can I have your autograph?” he asked, excited and started babbling about something related to the movies.

Loki turned to you, clearly confused and not wanting to upset the child.  ”What is an autograph?“ Loki asked you softly. 

"He wants you to sign your name. People like getting signatures from famous people as proof that they met the famous person.” you explained to Loki in a way he’d understand. You turned to the child. “I’m sorry, he’s a bit confused. He hasn’t been on Earth for very long, you see.” The kid nodded in complete understanding and said something about Asgard being different. Loki signed the piece of paper and the kid thanked him and rushed back to his parents.

The movie started soon after and you held Loki’s hand through it. It was nice to be out with him in a nice, normal setting. When it got to the scene that he was dressed from, he turned to you and you heard his laughter magically in your ear. Even then, he was fighting not to laugh out loud and draw more attention to you. He had instantly known why this was fun and why everyone had been staring and whispering about him. You grinned at him innocently. “I love you, my mischievous darling,” he whispered in your ear. You could only smile in return and you enjoyed the rest of the movie together.

After the movie ended, he took you out to a really nice dinner, at one of the fanciest restaurants in town. He was still getting attention for his appearance, but he lived it up now that he was in on the joke. He had gotten the actor’s expressions down, and used some of them on fangirls who stared too long at him, listening for their excited squeals. He was having as much fun with it as you were. Once, when there were too many fangirls, he pulled you to him and gave you a long lingering kiss that made them equal parts squealy and jealous. It was fantastic fun. He did behave in the restaurant, though you saw it was hard, since you were still getting looks.

It was a little sad when the dinner and therefore the date was over, but it had been so much fun that you weren’t likely to forget it anytime soon. Especially since Loki had used magic to get some really good pictures of the pair of you together.

Especially that amazing kiss.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #giftless #chapter 19 #Nekoamamori

[angstytieflingbard]

(Continued from the loz/bnha question) would the triforce specifically play a role in either plot lines? Cause ganon would be a bigger threat than even all for one due to u know, having the power of literal gods, and of magic is still present in the link remembers his incarnations au. Gah u made me so interested I’d love for either to be a full blown fic (tho ur not obligated to!)

A full fic of this sounds really fun! I just started school again, so I don’t know if it’ll come out with any kind of regularity, but it’d be fun to explore! Particularly the version that allows him to go to U.A. I just wanna see him interact with the 1-A kids honestly...

Anyway, theory below the cut! 

So, I think magic would be around in either version, but the plot would go off the rails faster in the version where he remembers his incarnations. 

If Link remembers what his duty and general goals are, then he’s of course gonna be looking for Zelda and Ganon from the start, along with the master sword. In the games, it’s pretty common knowledge that the world map changes almost constantly, often drastically so, so it’s not out of the ballpark for much of hyrule to end up becoming what’s now Japan, though obviously very, very different. I like the idea of certain parts of Hyrule still being preserved underground, possibly magically sealed by what remained of the Sheikah when Hyrule and its peoples eventually disappeared, for whatever reason that may have happened. Link could find these, whether purposely or by accident, depending on the AU. They’d likely be either shrines or dungeons of some sort, maybe a mix between the two, and they’d become a big part of his own storyline, allowing him to find the master sword, and in the case of the version where he doesn’t remember his past lives, could give him some insight into who he is and what he needs to do. 

Another thing I think would be interesting to explore would be what exactly Zelda and Ganon’s places are in this world. I feel like Zelda, through the power of the triforce of wisdom, would absolutely remember regardless of the version of the AU, and she’d do her best to find her way to Link’s side. In the vigilante version I think this would actually make it take longer to find each other, with both of them running around the city with seemingly little rhyme or reason, there’d be a lot of missed connection type incidents, possibly passing each other in the street entirely and not registering how their senses flared at each others presences until later. In the U.A AU, she’d find him almost immediately, both proud and concerned at his choice to be in the spotlight as a hero. She, I think, wouldn’t want to become a hero, at least not a licensed one, recognizing how dangerous it would be for both of them to be so visible to Ganon and his forces. Instead, she’d become a vigilante, avoiding the limelight entirely, and would befriend Link outside of their respective career choices, trying to guide him as she would in any other lifetime. 

Ganon, I actually had to take a good bit to think about. Part of me almost wanted to say he would try for being a hero. The thing about evil in the LOZ series is that it’s a tangible, physical force, referred to as “Malice.” The black and pinkish-purple substance which makes up the blights and traps of BOTW, and many of the enemies in the series (most notably BOTW and Wind Waker). Ganon, being essentially the embodiment of malice, can sense it’s presence in others, and oh boy can he sense it in everyone’s least favorite hero, Endeavor. It tempts him, the idea of being one of the “good guys,” only to inevitably destroy the system, and all of civilization, from the inside. It would be easy, actually, if we take a look at his track record. The man was king of the Gerudo, talked his way straight into Hyrule Castle on multiple occasions, and somehow managed to get Zant, who is practically the king of stubbornness, to be his servant in Twilight Princess. He is ridiculously charismatic, in a way that Endeavor simply isn’t. And if that nasty, slimy man can become the number two hero, where could Ganon get? 

However, Ganon realizes two things before he can try to go down that road:

1. He doesn’t have the patience for that kind of long game

2. His quirk, a manifestation of a particular aspect of his ability, would almost immediately disqualify him from being a hero, only partially due to how unsafe it is for civilians, allies, and enemies alike. 

Ganon’s quirk, I think, would be the ability to manifest constructs out of malice, made to serve his will. The problem with these is that they do have some sort of sentience on their own, and what free will they use that for is generally only to decide to create utter carnage out of whatever situation Ganon attempts to use them in. Personally, he doesn’t mind, but he couldn’t say the same of regular society. 

So instead, he joins up with the League of Villains, and quickly takes over it from AFO. He actually decides he wants to try and wait AFO out, at first, knowing that not even his numerous quirks and advanced medical sciences can preserve his life for much longer, but this, unfortunately for AFO, doesn’t go according to plan. As soon as the villain catches wind of his quirk, and how powerful it is, he immediately attempts to take it for himself, inviting Ganon to a meeting with him only to attempt to rip the quirk from him almost as soon as he arrives, hoping that the force (and a touch of one of his more volatile quirks) will kill Ganon on the spot. Instead, the triforce of power simply rejects it, just as it prevented his execution in Twilight Princess, and instead it rebounds, severely injuring the man. It doesn’t take much longer after that for Ganon to dispose of AFO once and for all, angered by the attempt on his life, and he returns to the League a short while later with the news. 

Shigaraki doesn’t take it well, of course, no one really does, but Ganon makes it clear how he feels about insubordination easily enough, and just like that the League is his. 

So much of the plot would change because of this, particularly around the training camp arc, but I’d be super interested to explore that! In time, because if I write a fic on this I’d absolutely wanna start from the beginning of the show. 

~

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think! I might start writing the first chapter tomorrow, if I don’t have too much schoolwork to do... Have a good day/night lovelies, and thank you for asking! 

#anon asks #loz #legend of zelda #botw #breath of the wild #link #zelda #ganon #ganondorf #twilight princess #wind waker #req #requests #fanfiction #fanfic #we love me getting caught in a long winded rant abt zelda lore and how to cross it w other fandoms!! #im awful fkjfghsk

[ruensroad]

A little Promnis AU

He’s torn between a black or natural frame for his newest piece when Dino pokes his head into the back room with a very odd look on his face. And even though this is only the man’s part time job, they’ve seen their fair share of crazy and eccentric customers, so the look he shoots Prompto makes him both curious and a little worried about what sort of new weird has just entered the gallery.

“Customer for you, about your collection. Won’t give me more than that,” Dino huffs, a bit indignant now. He’s good looking and with the class of any first rate butler, so he’s a natural favorite even amongst the most high ranking customers that come through. He’s used to being appreciated, so this is most certainly a blow to his ego and rather explains why he follows this all with a very sour sounding, “Says he will only speak to the artist.”

Prompto bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at Dino’s very put out expression. Obviously this customer is weird, but a cute or very rich weird, which is the only real explanation for that pout he’s getting. Dino dislikes the weirdos, unless they are beautiful or are free enough with their money to compensate any and all eccentric tendencies.

“I’ll be right out,” Prompto promises, smoothing down his black vest and re-buttoning his cuffs, which he’d rolled up to get his sleeves out of the way. He prays he doesn’t look too rumpled, and is just about to ask Dino if he looks presentable when that look flickers over his face again. “What?”

“...let’s just say you don’t have to worry about what you look like,” Dino says, ominously, and with an air of disbelief. “I mean, you look fine, Prom, but don’t go out of your way. And everyone expects artists to be a little rumpled. It’s part of the charm?”

Prompto raises an eyebrow at that, but Dino’s gone before he can demand a more satisfying answer. Sighing, he nonetheless rechecks himself in a mirror leaning against the wall before taking a deep breath and putting on his best smile.

The gallery is slow today, at least for now, so it’s no trouble finding the customer in question. At present, he’s the only one in Prompto’s section of the gallery, facing one of Prompto’s cityscape photos of Lucis at sundown, the glittering city caught in the deep rich oranges and reds of the setting sun. Beside him sits a very fluffy, very petite white dog, which Prompto chances a grimace at. The man has his back turned, so he can’t see it anyway.

The dog notices him first and wags its tail. Prompto immediately wants to squish its cheeks and coo, but restrains himself, Dino’s words about his appearance still fresh in his mind. If the dog is the type to jump up, his suit will be ruined in moments, covered in very noticeable hairs. This must’ve been what Dino was warning him about.

Dogs are also not allowed in the gallery, which means this man must be rich enough to pay off the owner. Prompto wipes his suddenly sweaty palms on his pants and prays the dog doesn’t attack or jump on him and ruin his first impression, given he can’t exactly run back and change into a white suit, not when half the customers have seen him. Nothing for it but to keep walking.

But then the man turns his head and everything just sort of stops.

“Yes?” asks the man after a moment and Prompto realizes he’s been staring. Stifling a terrified laugh, Prompto offers his hand, then feels like an idiot, and makes a choked noise that the man tilts his head at.

“I, uh, was told you wanted to speak to me?” Prompto squeaks. He clears his throat immediately, blushing hard and mentally kicking himself. So much for that good first impression. “I’m Prompto Argentum,” he adds in a far more natural register and clasps his hands behind his back to keep from downright flailing.

“Ah, Mr. Argentum, a pleasure,” the man sticks his hand out and Prompto takes it, trying not to fall over himself at the surprisingly endearing sight of a very put together man missing him by a good foot. “I was told under no uncertain terms to engage your services directly.”

“Oh?” Prompto blinks in surprise, letting his feelings show on his face. It hardly matters, if he’s right, because the man can’t see him anyway. And doesn’t that just take the cake. A blind man in a photo gallery. He doesn’t know if that just sad or adorably concerning. “May I ask who gave the order?” he adds with a bit of a tease, because the man is so obviously out of his depth here.

“Let’s just say an enthusiast,” the man sighs and removes his glasses to rub at his eyes. One is horribly scarred, confirming Prompto’s suspicions, and the other is a tragically beautiful shade of blue, though a tad cloudy. Prompto is struck, quite suddenly, how handsome the man is regardless of the scars and obvious signs of past trauma. He’s got great cheekbones, to start, and well dressed hair. His suit is in impeccable order and he’s in obvious great shape. Not exactly Prompto’s type, but he wouldn’t be a fraction of the photographer he is if he didn’t know how to appreciate any and all forms of beauty and the man is most certainly beautiful.

“A rich enthusiast, given they allowed you to bring a dog in here,” Prompto chuckles and smiles at the little dog, who wags its tail back even more happily than before. “I’d figure your dog is a seeing eye dog, but it’s not wearing a vest, which means a pet and the owner here doesn’t let just anyone break the rules.”

The man blinks, as if just realizing how it looks. “Ah, yes, she is a pet,” he affirms. “Not mine either. She needed the walk and I found myself with the time and opportunity to give it.”

“She’s adorable,” Prompto kneels down and offers her a hand to sniff. She’s obviously not the jumping up kind, given his suit isn’t covered in white hairs already, and gives into the urge to squish her cheeks when she excitedly steps into his hands. He doesn’t realize he’s actually cooing until the man gives a soft cough that may just be a sort of laugh and Prompto realizes where he is.

He stands quickly, back to blushing, and finds his world teetering again when the man gives him an indulgent smile. It’s small, but super lovely, and Prompto may just be in some trouble.

“Sorry,” he says, trying for a more professional air. “I’m a bit weak around adorable dogs.”

“Understandable. Pryna is rather adorable,” the man says with a straight face, as though stating a mere fact of life. It shouldn’t be nearly as charming as it is.

Not the only adorable one here, Prompto thinks merrily and gently touches the man’s arm to lead him further into the collection. “Did this enthusiast happen to tell you which piece they wanted? Or just a vague idea of what to look for?”

The man actually looks a bit abashed, which has Prompto immediately grinning. “I fear the latter. He saw your work in some magazine or another and thought one of your landscapes would do well as a wedding gift to his bride.”

“No pressure or anything,” Prompto says, not sure if he means for him personally, or for the poor blind man tasked to get a picture worthy of such an occasion without being able to see it. “Did you have something in mind for him, then? A cityscape, or something more natural?”

“A few options,” the man tells him with a nod. “She is rather particular to flowers, so if you have a gardenscape, I would be interested in it.”

“I have a couple,” Prompto tells him, thinking over the pictures in question. “Is she from Lucius?”

“Tenebrae,” is the answer and Prompto beams.

“I have one from Tenebrae,” he offers, leading the man towards the photo. It’s one of his favorites, a pink-lit morning in a lily garden, with a cityscape behind. He describes it as best he can to the man without being prompted, figuring that would be the best way to go about this.

It’s suprisingly fun to do so, he finds, and excitedly tells the man about certain details too easily overlooked by people merely looking at it for the beauty. Every picture is a story, he tells the man, and this one is about renewal. A new start. A new day. The flowers are just opening, the butterflies unfolding their dew-wet wings. Tomorrow is gone, but not forgotten. The present is a gift.

“That’s why it’s called a present, after all,” he ends with, feeling proud of his work. The man had been quiet through all of his detailing, but huffs a soft laugh at that, gaze gentle on the picture as though he can see it. Perhaps he can, in his own way. The idea makes Prompto flush.

“Indeed,” says the man and gives a nod after a moment. “I generally do not go for first choice, but something feels very right about this one. I believe it will do very well.”

Prompto beams ear to ear. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” the man chuckles and offers his hand again. “Thank you, Mr. Argentum. I will take this one.”

He’s off by a foot again and Prompto can’t hold back a giggle as he warmly clasps the man’s hand back. “I’m glad to hear it, Mr…?”

That gets him a blink, then the man looks abashed all over again. And… is that a blush?

“Forgive me, please call me Ignis,” he says quickly, obviously embarrassed by his slip up.

“Only if you call me Prompto,” is his reply, lighthearted and just on that side of flirting to see if that blush gets any shade darker.

It does. “Prompto,” Ignis repeats, shaking his hand again. “Thank you for your time.”

“A true and honest pleasure,” Prompto tells him, and it’s the truth. “And happy to help. If your enthusiast wants another picture from me, you know where to find me.” He hopes his wink is audible in his words.

Ignis gives the kind of laugh Prompto has heard himself make when he can’t believe someone may just be flirting with him but is delighted, if not surprised, regardless. It’s a good thing their hands are still clasped, because Prompto feels like he’s about to float away.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Ignis says and it sounds like a promise. Prompto grins and leads him to the owner to settle the payment, then gives Pryna’s cheeks one more squish before they leave. Prompto doesn’t feel the absence more than he feels the space Ignis had taken up, and the imprints he’d left behind in Prompto’s mind, maybe even his heart. No one has the right to be so adorable and charming and waltz into Prompto’s life. He’s terrible at getting over such things.

But two days later, as he’s debating a white frame or a black one, Dino sticks his head in with that same look to inform him that blind gentleman is asking for you again and he realizes that maybe he doesn’t have to get over this one. Not this time.

#ruenwrites #promnis

[survivor-tierradelfuego]

Ep. 7: “The LIES” - Amy A

Pedro A

omg so i have 10 coinssssss....and kalle has 9...she just needs to get one more coin...and we can open the jewerly box...and see whats inside....at this point i accept anything....a steal vote ..an idol..whatever...chillleeee this is a mess im going insane...and i hope we win this next challenge

Cody A.

https://youtu.be/gQAhK73mjRc

Cody A.

https://youtu.be/GGtNE0x87pQ

Pedro A

we really need to win this challenge im scared af

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcvdxZYYvZU

James Hayden

We finished our immunity challenge about twenty minutes ago and now we wait. We got a score of 48, which I think is a solid score. Ryan was great at final guessing, Najwah and Amy were great at helping put the questions in the best order, and as a tribe we worked well together. I hope that 48 is enough for us to avoid tribal and for me to make the merge. If we have to go to tribal, I think it could be me. Let's hope 48 is enough to make me dateable. 

Ryan

Once again, I am very proud of my tribe. Honestly, if we were to lose I wouldn't mind it, I might actually rather that, maybe that will be my plan for the next challenge. We need the numbers back on Maolas side

Pedro A

omg i hope the other tribes did worste than us...cause chillleeeee im in danger Olivia A.I’m super bummed about losing but also not too worried. As long as Maddison and Grae stick w our original 3 we should be fine. It’s just a matter of whether to vote out Aimee or Sarah. I’ve grown to like them both a lot so this sucks but it is what it is I guess.

Kalle N

I didn't compete in the challenge bc I'm currently moving across the country by myself and I honestly have no idea what happened today. I know Zack was gunning hard to vote me out but we won so oh well. hopefully we merge soon.

Ryan

Soooo i am very happy with the outcome of this challenge. We don’t have to go back to tribal, but Maola do. Hopefully the pre-swap Maola can band together cause I still have faith for my relationship with Maddison and Grae, but I wouldn’t mind seeing Olivia leave (even though she’s sweet)

Ryan

sooooo... fml

Ryan

I should really stop making confessions before I know what’s happening

Ryan

AHHHHHHHHH

Zack M

oh look. another challenge that's a survivor super fan's wet dream. and again, i didn't really contribute because i hate survivor wiki. BUT WE CAME IN 2ND! so we are safe. i honestly knew that james was the biggest threat and i'm not surprised his team won. i'm glad. clap clap for you james! now that means sarah and aimee are in trouble because i don't see the original maola tribe turning on each other. truly hoping sarah has talked her way in and it's aimee unless something crazy happens. i just want my original 5 alliance to be reunited! pedro opened up a little more and said he was down to work together going into the merge. he wants revenge for john being voted out and not being part of the vote? i think. regardless, i did not watch all 4 seasons of revenge on abc for no reason. i'm here to help him get that revenge because then that also give hanuha the numbers again and BAM. back to my 5, then to my 4, and then to my 3. could this actually work? please god let it for my ego. excited to see what comes out of tribal tomorrow. 

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3SDeVmuzJ8

Zack M

scratch that last confession. new scores and the palena tribe is going to tribal again. i think? maybe it will change again but this is the last time i'm confessing. 2 original maola and 2 original hanuha. hopefully james has the idol because i see najwah flipping so quickly. but it will be interesting to see where she stands going into the merge. i will get justice for you james if she takes you out! again, excited to see what happens at tribal tomorrow. 

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjRxkFkAuQI

James Hayden

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBg5F786DK0

Sarah

Wow! The Guess Who challenge tonight was so close and at first, we were going to tribal. After advantages and disadvantages were factored in, we were BARELY safe! 😅 During the idol hunt today, I knew that I obviously couldn’t find another idol but I knew that this challenge was going to come so close and that I needed to buy advantages to ensure that I was safe another round. I honestly don’t know where everyone’s head is at on my tribe because they are so quiet so I needed to buy those advantages because I really don’t want to have to play my idol before Merge.... Buying those advantages could be my subtle move in the game. I am so hoping for Merge time soon! I miss my alliance and I miss talking to my best friend for hours about everything. 

Ryan

I was planning on voting out Amy, but something Najwah said irked me. She seems very sure that she doesn't want to vote James, which doesn't fill me with confidence if we go to tribal again next challenge. idk what I'm gonna do

Ryan

I genuinely don't know if im cut out for this game. I'd feel alright with cutting most people, but Najwah and Amy seem so genuinely sweet, it'll break my heart to betray either of them

Amy A

This tribal is going to be INSANE. It’s 5 odd hours to tribal council and I DON’T know who I am supposed to vote for. Ryan told me he and James are voting Naj and she told me she and James are voting Ryan and then Ryan told Naj he’s voting me! I know it’s a lot to take in! The only one I’ve Not been told to vote for is James and I don’t even wanna vote him cos he was an absolute rockstar at yesterday’s tribal. I know I’m the reason we’re here so I’m kinda bummed out about it and I trusted Ryan so much I shared my steal-a-vote with him but someone has to go and fingers crossed it isn’t me. 

Amy A

Convincing the whole tribe I didn’t get the DA has been hilarious so far. Once Jay confirmed she wouldn’t reveal the name, I was set. The LIES 😂😂😂😂😂. Even insinuated Ryan cos he was scrambling so much today. Didn’t know I had it in me but I guess survivor brings out the best in you. Anyway, all the best to myself for tonight. Hope I’m still here 24 hours from now  

Pedro A

im so tired...i havent been sleeping well..i just hope the next challenge is due tomorrow....rn i feel like im fourth in the tribe, which is good

Maddison

Got some good advice on my game and looking forward to implementing strategies to minimize my threat level until the end of the game.

Ben Kessler

I am hoping merge is at 12. After tonight 13 people will be left, and who knows who will have the numbers advantage. I'm currently working on Pedro who wants revenge on his old tribe and I cannot wait to break up those 3 old maolos that are on new maolo. Hopefully if we lose Pedro will be an easy vote out. And then I can slither my way in.

Najwah Last night's challenge was a real bummer. I mean, we were SO CLOSE. It's getting harder to vote people out now and even harder to trust anyone so hopefully the plan tonight works itself out. Whichever plan that is. There are a few plans floating around. Either way, whatever the outcome, I'd just like to sleep in peace tonight. I'm tired. 

Ben Kessler

Pedro said that me and him were talking too much game and to "talk about ourselves". I didn't want to tell him I did not want to discuss the vacation that he is on. So now I need to vote him out next. People like talking about themselves I guess.

Pedro A

okay so i have talked with ben, zack and cody LOL.....and they all seem cool...one thing i noticed in bens profile ..is that he only has 2 contacts...that i have....weird...maybe im thinking too much

James Hayden

https://youtu.be/oGcQdHpBzhY

Aimee

https://giphy.com/gifs/gIlUSzpqN9xVhekR2r/html5 Whew!!! Just when I thought we lost this last challenge, Jay really went “GOTCHA” and gave us all whiplash. Looks like advantages and disadvantages really can make the difference in these challenges! This tribe swap really did provide a new opportunity for me in this game. Everyone here is so kind, fun-loving, and have similar vibes with me, I love it! We really all get along on a personal level and are bonding on things that aren’t game related, which is a breath of fresh air. Despite being in the minority on this tribe and coming into it with a tribe number disadvantage against three others who I suspect are aligned, it was still honestly such a blessing swapping out with less neurotic people that aren’t constantly draining me for their attention. I feel like a giant weight is off my shoulders and I can focus more on having fun. Even Sarah has been great now that we swapped and is more active, and is now chatting with me daily. I’m so relieved we haven’t had to go to tribal yet as I truly would work with each one of these people if we could all make it to merge!🌈💞 https://sinnohqueen.tumblr.com/post/166307617197 I love that the Hail Mary Reem guess really saved the day. She is iconic! A word we all love to say on this tribe 😊

Grae G

Thank god we didn’t have tribal! I’m really liking all the girls I’m playing w but my allegiance lies w my OG girls for now

Ryan

I think I’ve finally made up my mind

#episodes

[coleymari-blog]

Cyber Space is Always Sweeter : Chapter 14

SUMMARY: LUCY IS A DOWN TO EARTH, STUDIOUS, RESPONSIBLE RUNAWAY ATTENDING MAGNOLIA COLLEGE. NATSU IS A RAMBUNCTIOUS, INTELLIGENT, PYROPHILIC FRATERNITY BOY GOING TO THE SAME SCHOOL.

THEY DON’T EXACTLY RUN IN THE SAME CIRCLES AND THEY HAVE ONE HELL OF A HISTORY. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE NAMES AND FACADES DISAPPEAR AND ALL THAT’S LEFT ARE WORDS BLINKING ON A SCREEN? MODERN DAY, COLLEGE/PEN PALS AU. I’M SORRY I SUCK AT INTROS. RATED M FOR LANGUAGE, ADULT SITUATIONS, AND FUTURE SEXUAL SITUATIONS. CHAPTERS 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

The second Lucy walked in, Natsu knew he was in trouble.

The second the door shut behind her, it was like the grad student became physically unable to focus on anything but her. His mind eviscerated any useful thoughts on covalent bonding and instead replaced them with her. A short, pink ruffled skirt hung midway down her thighs and a plain white tank top clung to her curves deliciously. She’d left her golden locks down, allowing them to hang loosely across her pale shoulders. Her makeup was casual, accenting her chocolate brown eyes just enough to make Natsu feel like she was staring right through him.

With slightly flushed cheeks, Lucy made her way to the seat around the corner of the table from Natsu. Honestly, he was surprised by her choice, expecting her to sit across from him like she tended to do the past few weeks. Being alone and in such close proximity to the girl that had been on his mind for weeks didn’t seem like the best of ideas but what was he supposed to do? Move to another seat and make it painfully awkward? Cancel the session entirely under the guise of ‘too little attendance’? Shaking his head briefly, the TA came to his senses. It was like going into a fight, he couldn’t let his opponent catch onto his weaknesses or hear his racing heart.

“And here I was thinking I’d been completely stood up,” Natsu teased cooly with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair in an attempt at appearing casual and unbothered. Any more ‘casual’ and he probably would have fallen over like a complete dumbass. Real smooth, Dragneel.

Lucy’s cheeks blushed even harder (if that were even possible), tinging her face, neck, and shoulders in a color rivaling her wardrobe. He honestly thought it was one of the most intriguing things about her. Even when she’d stood up to him at the Greek Row party at the beginning of the semester, she had this subtle flush to her cheeks, like they were desperately trying to give away some major secret that the blonde freshman was too stubborn to share. The more basic side of him, however, simply wanted to believe that his presence was what had that sort of effect on her.

“Hard to forget when it’s a weekly thing,” Lucy replied, a playful undertone hiding in her voice. She bent down to her right in order to place her bag on the floor underneath the table, causing Natsu to hold back a feral growl when her top rode up her waist, exposing her hip and lower back. Her voice was what brought him back from the edge of depravity. “Guess everyone is too busy partying before the game tomorrow.”

The Frat boy wanted to slap himself. How could he have forgotten?! The following day was the college’s Homecoming, the Football team’s first home game of the season. No wonder the session was dead, the other students were probably too busy getting drunk and making complete fools of themselves. Granted, the year prior, he and Gray had almost gotten ‘detained’ by Campus Police for streaking across the college grounds with nothing but the school flag after the team had won, but it looked like this year was going to be incident (and fun) free. “With everything going on, the game completely skipped my mind,” Natsu explained, frowning slightly. At least he still had the next day to drink to his heart’s content.

Bringing them back to reality, the Teacher’s Assistant quickly logged into his laptop and began the tutoring session. Once they were on the subject of Chemistry, and Natsu was able to think with the correct head, the two of them worked in perfect sync. He was so proud of Lucy when she solved problems that he knew had been more difficult for her in the past and the small celebrations she made when she was right made all their combined effort worthwhile. That worksheet he had “found” and emailed her? Yeah, he spent four hours making the damn thing for her but it seemed to do the trick. That bright smile and victorious giggle were the best rewards he could have ever hoped for.

After about an hour, Lucy excused herself to get a drink from the vending machine, leaving Natsu alone to figure out how to survive the remaining hour. Being so close to her spiked his adrenaline like being on the edge of a cliff. Part of him wanted to make a move, to dive right off head first into the unknown waters below. The other part of him desperately wanted to respect her and her boundaries. She was technically his student for Gods’ sake. If Makarov knew about his “special showers”, the professor would have his head.

Then he thought about Starfire. Natsu’s stomach fell when he thought about the faceless girl somewhere out in Earthland. Why couldn’t she have been a student at M.C.? Why couldn’t he have met her through a Frat party or inter-college mixer? At least then she would be real. Lucy was right in front of him, regardless of how she felt about him. It was normal for him to think/dream/fantasize about someone he actually knew right? Before he could figure out an answer, Lucy was back and setting a can down on the table in front of him.

“Got you your favorite energy drink,” Lucy said calmly with a sweet smile, smoothing down her skirt before regaining her seat. He couldn’t even remember telling her which brand he preferred.  In that moment, something snapped inside of Natsu and suddenly making a decision was so much easier. Diving off the cliff was the only suitable option.

“Thanks, Lucy,” he replied, cracking it open and taking a sip in order to buy him some time while he plotted his next move. Reading women was like reading an enemy on the mat, one needed to be quiet and observant in order to truly anticipate the other’s actions. He watched as she brushed strands of her golden hair behind her ear before getting back to work on Natsu’s worksheet. She was breezing through it much to his chagrin, meaning at that rate, she’d finish before the last hour was up.  He knew it was greedy, but he wanted to keep her there with him as long as possible.

Shifting his upper body, Natsu leaned his arm on the tabletop as he continued to watch Lucy work, closing the gap between them slightly. While talking to women wasn’t exactly his best skill, he normally wasn’t that nervous. He was afraid that if he so much as said the wrong thing, she’d run like some kind of frightened woodland creature. “So…” he muttered, looking down at his laptop in order to give some semblance of control. “Are you going to the game tomorrow with your friends?” Regardless of how many clicks he made on the keyboard, he stayed on the same web page, focusing on her and her response.

“Levy and her boyfriend are going tailgating with Fairy Tail,” Lucy explained, jotting down her scratch work for one of the formulas. Her teeth trapped her bottom lip as she figured it out, causing that carnal side of Natsu to want to do the same. “Figured I would just sit in the student section and watch.”

“Your first college Homecoming and you’re not gonna tailgate?” Natsu replied, unable to hide the shock in his voice. He couldn’t imagine going to the football games without spending the day partying and hanging out with his brothers and friends. It made the experience all that much better. No way could Lucy miss out on such a rite of passage. “Why don’t you come too? Fairy Tail always has plenty of booze to share and more than enough tent space.” They always sent the pledges to the Student Lot super early to settle the best spot possible. He grinned brightly at the young freshman. “What do you say?”

Lucy pondered the idea for a moment before answering, her smile saying everything Natsu needed to hear. “That sounds fun!” she answered excitedly, causing the pinket’s grin to grow. A day spent drinking, playing games, and spending time with Lucy sounded more than perfect to him. She blushed softly once more before turning her attention to solely focus on Natsu. “Thank you for inviting me.”

The tutoring session continued in the normal fashion, Lucy asking questions with Natsu explaining them a million different way so she would fully understand. She was working on a particular problem while he was scouring his student email for something about Rush Week before he decided to take another chance. Slowly and gently, Natsu brushed his knee against Lucy’s, never taking his gaze away from his screen but watching her from his peripheral vision. The blushing returned with fervor but what happened next was completely unexpected. Coughing, Lucy shifted and crossed her legs, running her shin against his thigh.

Did she think she was smooth?

Surprisingly, Lucy left her leg right where it landed, her knee resting against his. Even though it was through his jeans, Natsu felt like he’d been struck by lightning and he was suddenly more aware of her presence. The smell of vanilla and jasmine overtook him, the sound of her tapping her pencil against the desktop, everything made Natsu feel like he was on fire. Her next question shattered him into a million pieces.

“So how’s that Lisanna girl?” Natsu noted a hint of something like jealousy in her voice but it still pained him.

“Wouldn’t really know, she’s with one of my brothers now,” he replied, making sure to sound as apathetic as possible. If he was being honest, Natsu had barely even thought about her since meeting Lucy, except when it was something negative. “Don’t hang out much with Lily Heart girls anyway.” For multiple reasons.

Lucy giggled at his response. The sound was almost angelic. “I hope I don’t run into them much during Rush next week,” she said softly. Natsu was confused almost immediately. Was she going through Rush again? That took bravery, something that the grad student admired immensely.

Natsu grinned, puffing out his chest playfully. “Well, if they give you any trouble, you come to me and I’ll handle it. Sound good?” The look in her eyes said it all, gratitude, respect, appreciation, and just a flicker of romantic intent (okay, maybe he was dreaming up that last one). But there was one thing he knew, he’d defend her from the world if it meant her looking at him like that...

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